A/N: Hey everyone, welcome back to The Crow's Atonement, because Chapter 15 is here. Also, holy shit, over 2,000 followers, you guys are such a blessing. Keep safe and stay healthy.

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

"Standard" - Normal Speaking

'Italics' - Thoughts

"Bold" - Super Moves

Shortly after the villains had escaped and most of the students were gathered outside by the U.A. teachers, the police had turned up to properly secure the area and apprehend the villains who'd been left inside the building. A separate squad of officers had even found the Nomu which had been launched a good distance away by All Might.

When it didn't attack them, nor react to movement or their voices, they got to work on putting massive handcuffs on the creature.

Meanwhile, Naomasa Tsukauchi, senior police detective of the Musutafu Police Force, sighed as he adjusted the tan hat situated upon his head, looking over the gathered students who had emerged from the U.S.J building.

Not all of them were out, however.

Notwithstanding Izuku Midoriya and Eijiro Kirishima, both of whom had been taken away for medical treatment, there were 6 others missing from the group that was assembled before him.

He kept a smile to himself, hearing some of the students discuss their missing classmates, appreciating their concern for each other.

"Hey," one student with a yellow costume and big lips started, "how are our Class President and Vice-President not out yet? Reckon they're okay?"

Another with a muscular tail nodded and smiled, "Definitely. Yaoyorozu-san and Yaoyorozu-kun can certainly handle themselves. Just give them time."

"Stop yammering, stupid extras," Katsuki snapped at them, "besides, the morons are out. Stop fretting."

Most of the class cheered as Itachi, Momo, Kyoka, Denki, Tsuyu and Minoru walked out; the lattermost looked like he wanted to run home and cry into his pillow.

Naomasa cocked his head to one side, 'Huh, isn't that Sir Nighteye's brat?'

"Yaomomo, your alive!" Mina cheered, nearly tackling Momo to the floor, but the Creation-quirk user was able to steady herself, though she did look slightly befuddled by the friendly assault on her personal space.

"Your concern is appreciated, Ashido-san," Momo said, smiling softly, "but would you mind letting me go?"

Itachi on the other hand, found himself crowded by Mashirao, Hanta, Rikido and, surprisingly, Fumikage.

"Yaoyorozu, I see you withstood the trial of darkness."

"Hn."

"Heh, barely look like you've got a scratch of ya," Hanta smirked, "guess that's to be expected of our Vice President."

"I appreciate the support, Sero-kun, but I didn't get out of the battle completely unscathed. The villains got a good few hits on me."

"Even with your eyes? And shouldn't you go get yourself checked out?"

Itachi fixed the bland-looking boy under his stare, "I don't know what you've led yourself to believe, but I can't react to everything my eyes see. And I'll be fine. My injuries are superficial; minor."

Hanta grinned, "Full of bravado, eh, Yaoyorozu? Perhaps I'll go and tell your sister that you ain't gonna go and get yourself checked out."

His cocky demeanour crumbled to dust under the Vice President's scarlet glare.

"No, you won't. Besides, she's already more or less aware of what I've gone through."

"Hey, Yaoyorozu-kun!"

Leaving Hanta to his own devices, Itachi deactivated his quirk and let a small smile grace his face as he turned and shared a quick hug with Mashirao, then disengaged as he heard footsteps approaching him, turning again to see Naomasa walking towards them.

"Yaoyorozu-san." The detective greeted.

"Tsukauchi-san." Itachi replied, inclining his head.

Rikido glanced his way, "Hey, Yaoyorozu, you know this guy?"

"Yes," the Sharingan-quirk user answered, "Tsukauchi-san would occasionally join Nighteye-sensei on a case that he couldn't figure out himself or solve in a day. During my time at sensei's agency, I had the privilege of meeting one of Japan's best police detectives."

The man chuckled lightly, "I'm not sure about the best."

Itachi shrugged, "Credit where credit is due. Your record is impressive for somebody so young."

"Alright, alright, that's enough flattering me, kid," Naomasa said, flitting his eyes over to the Class President as she approached, "right now, we need you guys to go back to your classroom. We'll give you lot time to process this whole thing, then we'll be asking questions about what you experienced and what not. This is a crime scene and you're all, by definition, victims."

"Detective," Tsuyu interjected, "if I may ask, is Aizawa-sensei going to be okay?"

Naomasa bit his tongue, "Eraserhead is in critical condition at the moment. He's suffered multiple fractures his arms and face, even sustaining a orbital blowout fracture. I'm not going to beat around the bush with you kids. The best case scenario is that your teacher gets away with little to no brain damage and a reduced capacity to use his quirk. The worse case scenario-"

"He ends up partially blind, a useless vegetable or dies, yeah, we get it." Katsuki grumbled, causing most the class to flinch and go pale at the prospect of loosing their teacher.

"And Thirteen?" Momo inquired, trying to ignore the explosive boy's bluntness

"She's received serious lacerations to her arms and upper back, but is otherwise in a stable condition." Another officer answered, handing the detective a chart.

Itachi furrowed his brows, "And our classmates, Midoriya Izuku and Kirishima Eijiro?"

Naomasa bit his lip, sending a spike of worry through the class, "Midoriya-san broke both of his legs and one of his arms, but with treatment from Recovery Girl, he should be on his feet by the end the the day. As for Kirishima-san, he broke most of his ribs, has a hairline fracture running along his sternum and shattered one of his collarbones. I doubt he'll be out of treatment as quickly as Midoriya-kun, but he'll recover."

"Stupid Shitty Hair." Katsuki muttered to himself.

"That's good to hear," Momo said softly, resting a hand against her chest, "barely a week into our school year and we've already succeeded against a major villain attack. I believe this counts as a win for us."

The class let out a cheer of agreement.

Naomasa chuckled, "Let's just try and not make a habit of this. You kids might be skilled, but this could've been a fluke."

Itachi clamped a hand over Katsuki's mouth before the blond could unleash a string of curses at him. He retracted his hand a few seconds later when he felt teeth rubbing against his palm and glared at the blond, who bared his teeth like an animal and glared right back.

In another life, he'd be a fool to make eye contact with even a two tomoe Sharingan.

"I'd rather you don't get yourself arrested for public disorder, Bakugo-kun. You are quite the delinquent after all."

Katsuki's eyes went wide and a vein bulged on the side of his head as went white was rage, "THE HELL DID YOU-"

"Be. Quiet." Itachi commanded and the explosive blond fell silent, but his eyes promised suffering and death at a later date.

Then, the class seemed to part like the Red Sea as Principal Nezu hobbled through them, flanked by serious-looking Midnight and an incredibly agitated Present Mic.

The small animal was stroking his chin in thought, "A security breach like this cannot happen again, especially whilst a class is so far away from U.A. Teleportation and warping quirks are exceptionally rare, so it's a shame that it ended up in the hands of a villain. They could've had so much potential. Oh well, maybe somewhere in the multiverse, there's a student with a teleportation quirk in U.A."

"Principal Nezu, if I may?" Naomasa started, bringing the small creature out of his musings.

"Yes?" The mouse-like member of U.A. looked up to the detective who shifted his hat.

"I don't mean to impose, but we'd like to investigate every inch of your school," the detective said, "for the sake of finding out how the villains managed to bypass your security systems, notwithstanding the warping villain, and for the safety of these kids."

The principal looked a little too cheery as he gave his reply, "Of course, it saddens me to hear about the abuse that the police force receives nowadays, but I understand jurisdictions and when it comes to investigations, you're one of the best to handle something like this.

Naomasa briefly blanched at the praise and when he looked up, his heart sunk when he saw a speck of smugness in Itachi's dark eyes.

'Why does everyone lavish me in praise? I don't need an ego like some of my fellow detectives.' He complained to himself.

"Everyone," Momo called through a megaphone, gaining the attention of everybody, "I don't believe we're needed here anymore. Please, make your way to the bus and take your seats so we can return to U.A."

Naturally, Tenya was the first one on the bus, arms chopping as he tried to maintain order with the likes of Denki, Minoru, Rikido, Katsuki and Mina getting on after him.

"Please, stop pushing! This is no way to conduct yourselves in-front of the police. Do none of you have a shred of decorum. This is unacc-"

"Out of my way, Glasses!" Katsuki snapped, shoving the bespectacled boy aside who sputtered at the manhandling.

As the rest of the class made their way onto the bus, Itachi turned to Momo - who handed her megaphone to a confused Naomasa - and gave her a once over, relived when he saw that she had no apparent injuries.

"Please, brother, stop looking at me like I'm going to fall apart," Momo said, smiling softly, "besides, I should be asking what happened to you."

Now that he wasn't so engrossed in the madness of battle, Itachi realised that his visor was missing and he didn't know when it had fallen off, his ballistic vest was caved inwards thanks to the pistol shrimp villain and its usefulness was now compromised and his cloak, at some point, had been torn off; he didn't know when or by who."

He looked back at his sister.

"Battle happened." He deadpanned.

"Clearly." She replied, just as deadpan.

Then, he stepped forwards and embraced Momo, eliciting an 'Awwww' from Midnight and Present Mic.

"I'm just glad you're okay."

Momo giggled, hugging him back, "Likewise, though I had Kaminari-kun and Jiro-san backing me up. Now-"

"HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET ON THE BUS, YOU STUPID EXTRAS!"

"-I believe we should get on the bus so our classmates don't have to wait any longer to get back to U.A."

"Agreed." Turning on their heels, the Yaoyorozu twins left the detective and the teachers behind and made their way to the bus.

Over in an abandoned bar, the shadowy form of Kurogiri exploded into existence and Tomura Shigaraki let out a pained gasp as he fell out of the villain's wispy body and crumpled to the floor, with Kurogiri pulling himself together a few seconds later and also falling to the floor as his form writhed angrily.

"M-Master," Tomura choked, struggling to breath as blood quickly pooled beneath him.

Not only had his eye been destroyed and what was left of Father had been horribly damaged, but just as he'd been about to kill All Might and that green-haired fanboy, he'd been shot multiple times with high calibre ammunition - once in his left hand, blowing an eyeball-sized hole in it, once in each forearm, once in each shin and, seemingly for good measure, once in the abdomen.

'The hell is that all about, I though heroes didn't aim to kill.' Tomura thought, though the distance he'd been shot at upset him more.

He'd been way too far for some bastard dressed up as a steampunk cowboy to shoot him across U.S.J., and the son of a bitch was no godforsaken Clint Eastwood.

Tomura guessed some form of aimbot was involved.

"M-Master," he choked out once more, glaring at the floor with his remaining eye, "y-you lied. All Might hasn't gotten weaker like you thought and he completely swept the floor with us. Even my weapon was knocked away like a mere fly, The villains I brought... t-they were utterly useless. A-And the kids that were there, they were really strong."

A TV, situated upon the countertop in-front of Tomura, displayed static as a disembodied voice spoke through it.

"Wrong? In fact, my dear Tomura, I wasn't."

"Y-You weren't?" The blue-haired villain mustered up the strength to raise his head and glare at the TV, though his hate and anger wasn't directed at the person speaking through it.

'Indeed, I wasn't," the voice continued, "I was simply eager to see what you could do and it seems they underestimated you as much as you underestimated them. The League of Villains moniker for your band of misfits was cheap anyway, but what happened to the Nomu I gave you?"

"I must apologise," Kurogiri interjected, though he sounded pained and distraught, "it was blown away by All Might and as didn't know where it landed, I could not retrieve it, but in my current state, I was barely able to warp away myself and Tomura."

'Despite the valuable quirks I had loaded that Nomu with so it could go toe-to-toe with All Might, do not despair, Kurogiri. That Nomu was all we had available to Tomura... but it's a shame High End could not be prepared in time..."

Tomura twitched, "Master..."

"Alas, it's a loss, but not a tragic one at that."

"Speaking of All Might," Tomura hissed with as much venom as he could muster, "there was this brat who had speed and strength compared to him. He even yelled 'Smash' a few times, thought he broke his legs trying to handle his own quirk."

'...Did he now?" you

Another voice came through the TV, but was one was a gritty, leathery rasp compared to the deep baritone of the first voice.

"Had speed and strength like All Might? Perhaps, like you said, the Symbol of Peace passed-"

"No," the first voice cut in, "do not speak of that in-front of Tomura. He is not ready to know what I know."

"I see. My apologies."

"That fucking brat," Tomura spat, "if it wasn't for that green-haired shithead, I could've killed All Might right then and there."

'Hmmph, no use crying about it now, especially since today wasted a wasted day. Now, I'll get you fixed up and then you'll be able to gather your own hand-picked group that you know you'll be able to rely on. Our inability to move around the way we'd like is why we need a figurehead like yourself. Next time, Shigaraki Tomura, you will show the world the meaning of your existence as the Symbol of Fear!"

"If you want the boy to be taken seriously, infuse my power with him. Look at him, he's a flimsy little thing and Decay is only threatening if you can actually get up close to your opponent. Notwithstanding the raw power of All Might, say Tomura had gone up against Endeavor, he'd be helpless against a long-ranged combatant."

"No, not as he is now. Trying to mix your power into his body might kill him. Do you not recall what happened when I tried to copy your power into myself?"

"You too, back then, were a flimsy thing, all you humans are, actually, merely because you lacked the sheer amount of quirks that you have now, especially the regeneration ones. You'd be able to handle my power now."

'Perhaps, but I'm not about to take the risk of dying before my plans come to fruition."

"One more thing," Tomura spat as a sludge-like warp gate opened up and several black and red tendrils came through, piercing through his skin, "the brat who maimed Father's hand. I'll never forgive him for that. Him and those damned red eyes. If I ever see him again, I'll rip them right out of his head!"

He seethed, even as his gunshot wounds began to close. His facial wound was also healing up, but as his damaged eye put itself back together, a long scar remained running through it and the pupil was almost the same closer as the white of the eye, just with a more milky appearance.

Itachi had left him blind in one eye.

'Oh, naturally red eyes or were they a quirk of sorts?"

"A quirk. Normal people don't have tomoe, or comma, wahtever in their eyes." Tomura muttered.

"A tomoe? Hmm, I never thought I'd ever see the Sharingan again, but it seems luck is on my side..." The voice trailed off with a raspy chuckle that sent shivers down Tomura's spine as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Shortly after returning to U.A., Class 1-A found themselves dismissed and cleared to go home, and stay there until the end of the week, something about 'you kids are really gonna need to take a little break after what you guys went through. For real, you kids have set a record for how long it took for heroes-in-training to be attacked by villains' and that's how Itachi and Momo found themselves back home, fussed over by their father.

"Father, please," Itachi mumbled, his face smushed into Hanzo's chest as the man held them close, "you're being dramatic."

"Nonsense. My children were attacked by villains; you have no idea how worried I was when U.A. called me. And we're not in public, I'm at right to fuss over you as much as I want." Hanzo replied, a rumble echoing through his chest as he chuckled.

Itachi couldn't argue with that.

Even if he hadn't had a hard day at the Shinobi Academy or in the ANBU, his first mother, Mikoto, would fuss over him as much as she could, especially when Fugaku wasn't around to scold her for not being 'proper and composed like a true Uchiha'.

"Father, does mother know what we've gone through?" Momo inquired, pulling away just enough so she look up at him.

"Yes," Hanzo replied in the affirmative, "she almost threw a fit when I told her what happened. She should be home either Saturday or Sunday."

Itachi hummed, amused at the mental image of their usually stoic mother trashing a room in her anger and worry, "I see, how long is she going to keep up the façade of being a mercenary?"

Hanzo's grip loosened up enough for his two children to escape his hold and see the smirk he had on his face.

"Huh, how long have you both known she was lying?" He asked.

Itachi shrugged, "The moment she said it. Mercenary work is illegal in Japan after all. If she wanted to deceive us, then she should've chosen a better lie, like being an officer in the Self-Defence Forces."

"And we're not the United States. We don't have private military companies," Momo added, then narrowed her eyes, "so, Father, what's Tartarus?"

Hanzo grunted, "It's a maximum security prison for the worst villains Japan has to offer. Anybody who ends up there is never getting out, they'll spend the rest of their days there, and depending on the severity of their crime, they'll eventually be executed. Mix together the empty isolation of Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary with the inescapability of ADX Florence of Colorado."

Momo looked slightly horrified, but she nodded in understanding.

Itachi narrowed his eyes, guessing that the facility had been built after the government had made the mistake of housing prominent villains in a standard prison and had to deal with constant takeovers and breakouts.

"What does Mother do there?" He inquired.

"She's the Lieutenant Commander of Tartarus," Hanzo told them, "when the Commander isn't there, everything goes through her. Nothing happens without her authorization; admittance of prisoners, interrogations, fire and total evacuation drills, execution of prisoners, everything."

Momo swallowed down the lump in her throat, trying to hide her disgust at the moment of prisoner executions.

"That still doesn't explain why she acts so closed off around us. Does that come from working at Tartarus?" The Creation-quirk user asked.

"Maeko has always been a hard-ass and that's one of the reasons I fell for her," Hanzo admitted, getting a small smile out of his daughter, "but when you were born and she went on maternity leave, somebody leaked to the villains that she had children. So when she eventually went back, every villain there threatened to hurt her by hurting either of you. For a decade, your mother had to deal with hundreds of people making threats on your lives"

Itachi's eyes flashed red briefly, then his eyes went back to their usual onyx.

"So mother was so uncompromising on our training because she wanted to make sure we could defend ourselves if villains attacked," he concluded, narrowing his eyes, "I must apologise to her for believing that she was just being unnecessarily cruel."

Hanzo sighed, "I tried to get her to dial back the harshness, but she insisted that not being soft would be best for the both of you."

"After what we've both gone through, I suppose I can't hold it against her anymore." Momo said, a smile adorning her face.

Itachi grunted in agreement and then his phone rang.

"Excuse me." He stepped away and took his phone out of his pocket.

Calling him was Itsuka.

He swiped to answer and then put the phone on loudspeaker.

"Itsuka-san." He greeted.

"Itachi-san!" Itsuka's voice came through the other end, "I heard that you, Yaoyorozu-san and Ojiro-san were attacked by villains and that your teacher isn't doing so good. Are you all alright?"

Itachi smirked, "We all escaped with minor injuries... or at least Ojiro-kun and myself did. Momo-chan got out without a scratch and besides a couple, the villains weren't much of a threat. You still hit harder and pressure me more than any of them could."

"Damn straight."

"Regardless of my day, how was yours?" Itachi asked.

A snort came through the other end, "Compared to yours, absolutely boring."

"Sometimes boring is best."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Itsuka let out sigh, "we had some Hero Course training until Principal Nezu's announcement came through and shut down the school, interrupting our lesson. Where you guys had your 2 versus 2 battles the other day, we had 1 versus 4."

"Oh, what kind of exercise is that?"

"Yeah, Vlad King was trying to teach us about situations where a hero ends up outnumbered by villains whilst trying to secure an objective or rescue a hostage. It's pretty hectic, trying to take on four people at once, even with an hour long time limit, but it becomes rather fun once you get the hang of it. I was the 'hero' of the first match and learned quickly that you don't try to take all 4 opponents on at once. Retreat and try to get them to split up, then attack each one separately."

Itachi hummed. He could see, with absolute certainty, that Aizawa-sensei would spring a lesson like that on Class 1-A at some point, and he pitied the poor fool who ended up as a hero against a team with Katsuki or Shoto or as a villain trying to take down either student.

"I see, I'll keep that in mind, Itsuka-san. You may've just helped me cheat-" Momo let out a noise of displeasure, "-albeit, unintentionally."

A melodic laugh came through the other end that sent a chill down Itachi spine, "I guess I did. Now, I've gotta go, Itachi-san. Keep yourself safe, if I find out that you've gotten yourself killed, I'll drag you out of the afterlife and punch you across Japan."

Itachi's lips morphed into a rare, wry smile, "Duty noted, see you soon."

"See ya."

His phone beeped as Itsuka hung up, prompting him to slip his phone back into his pocket and turn around to find Momo looking at him, curiosity swimming in her onyx eyes.

"What did Kendo-san want, Itachi-kun."

"She just called to see how we were doing after the attack on U.S.J.," Itachi started, "and Class 1-B had similar hero training like we did with the 2 verses 2 Battle Trials, but they had a different version that entailed 1 hero verses 4 villains with a one hour time limit. The real test is to see whether the hero will try and take on all four of the villains at the same time or fall back, let them split up and take them out in separate engagements, all the while securing an objective or rescuing a hostage."

Momo nodded, but she looked quite displeased.

"No wonder you brought up cheating. Now that we pre-emptively know the purpose of the exercise, assuming either of us got picked to act as the hero, we'll have already passed." She commented.

Itachi carefully raised an eyebrow, wondering if his sister knew how arrogant she sounded in that moment.

"Not necessarily," he said, "even if you've figured out the purpose of the test, your chosen opponents are another factor to your success. A powerhouse like Bakugo-kun or Todoroki-kun would dramatically reduce your chance of passing the secondary purpose of the test, if not eliminate it entirely."

Momo clicked her tongue, slightly frustrated with herself, "That's true. I didn't take that into consideration."

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Itachi told her, "Tea?"

"Yes, please."

"By the way, kids, how did either of you find out what Tartarus was?"

Momo looked back to her father, "The letters she was getting. Having 'TARTARUS' on the front of them isn't subtle at all."

Time off U.A. had been cut short and Class 1-A was back in session, a mere two days after the Attack on U.A. which had seen their teacher horribly maimed, trashed to within an inch of his life by a villain far stronger then he was, and two of their classmates moderately injured.

Itachi and Momo hadn't minded the two days off, nor were they particularly fussy about being brought back into school early. Both were always eager to learn new things and not being at school served as a roadblock to their progression as heroes, so if anything, both were glad to be back.

Walking into class and finding themselves as the last ones to arrive, they were presented with quite the sight.

Fumikage was brooding his life away as usual, muttering dark thoughts to himself.

Tenya was yelling at the both of them, demanding at explanation as to why the Class President and Vice President was late - they weren't late, but arrived precisely as they meant to, which was exactly a minute before classes were due to start - but his demands went ignored.

Shoto was staring at nothing in particular, but he had an furious air about him, as if something had upset him during his time off.

The resident bomber of the class was looming over Eijiro, yelling at the redhead, who seemed less sure of himself, for reasons Itachi couldn't care less about.

Izuku was peeking at Itachi from behind his tatty notebook, almost as if he expected the raven-haired boy to spontaneously combust right then and there, and Itachi assumed it had something to do with his slip-up at the U.S.J.

And if that was the case, then Itachi really needed to teach Izuku how to be less obvious about things.

The noise level in the class died down as they entered, and no sooner had they taken their seats, Aizawa hobbled in after them, wrapped head to toe in bandages, with the small slit in the bandages by his eyes so he could still see.

"Whoa," Denki cheered, "Aizawa-sensei's back in action already? That's beyond pro."

For a moment, the man in question stared at him, boredom and slight irritation visible in his dark eyes, then he spoke.

"...Plus Ultra." Their homeroom teacher deadpanned.

Denki shrunk in his seat, a sheepish grin on his face, "Hehe, right."

Itachi wasn't an expert on how quickly it took people to recover from injuries, but he'd been in Aizawa's place, he'd have gladly spent however long it took him to recover in the hospital and at home, and he doubted that Aizawa should be trying to hold a class, even with Recovery Girl's quirk aiding his recovery time.

"My place is not in the hospital," Aizawa grunted, sounding slightly pained at the effort, "my duty is to teach you and mould you into the heroes of the future. I will not be constrained to a hospital bed like some kind of cripple."

Tenya shot out of his seat, "Sir, I do not know if you are disrespecting the disabled, but-"

Aizawa shot him a look and the bespectacled boy lowered himself back down into his seat.

With the class now silent, the man stared down each and every one of his students, his gaze briefly lingering on Izuku longer than it didn't for anyone else, then his bandages crinkled as he scowled deeply, "I hope you used your time off productively. Your fight has only just begun."

"Fight," Minoru cried, "are we about to be attacked by villains again?"

Katsuki's lips curled up into a bloodthirsty grin at the thought.

"Class 1-A," Aizawa started, "U.A.'s Sports Festival is approaching!"

The class stared at him blankly.

Itachi almost facepalmed.

"Eh, Aizawa-sensei," Ochaco nervously raised her hand, "what's the U.A. Sports Festival?"

Aizawa blinked once.

And then he muttered something under his breath and retreated into his yellow sleeping bag.

Ochaco went as red as Eijiro's hair, "...All I did was ask a question."

'Tch, so lazy.'

Without saying a word, Itachi vacated his seat and walked to the front of the class, making sure not to step all over Aizawa-sensei as he stared at the class who expectantly stared back.

"Yaoyorozu... what are you doing?" Rikido inquired.

"Since Aizawa-sensei cannot be bothered to answer Uraraka-san's question," he briefly glared down at the sleeping bag, "I will answer in his stead."

Glancing at Izuku, he noticed the green-haired boy already had his notebook out, ready to jot down any important details.

Tenya seemed to be doing the same, but with an even bigger notebook.

"I'm going to say this once, and I will not repeat myself, am I clear, Kaminari-kun?"

Denki pouted, "What, why single out me?"

Itachi raised an eyebrow, "Because you are notorious for not paying attention to anything our teachers say and messing around instead. Both you and Ashido-san."

The pink-skinned girl let out of whine of protest.

"Now, the U.A. Sports Festival is an annual event, held at the beginning of May, where students of this school are given a chance of take apart in a variety of competitions to showcase their skills to figures across the country. You will be scouted by pro heroes and their respective agencies, and depending on how well you do, they may invite you a temporary internship where they will help you grow by providing you with new skills."

Katsuki was sat forwards, smirking, "Do we get to fight other students?"

"Yes."

"Fuck yeah." He leant back in his chair, leering at Izuku who tried his best to ignore him.

Tenya raised his hand, "How many heroes will be scouting us?"

"All of them, including the top 10."

"What kind of competitions will we be taking part in?" Shoto inquired, though he didn't look he cared about whether he received a proper answer or not.

"I'm not at liberty to disclose that information."

He actually was, but where would be the fun in that?

Minoru looked ready to fall into the floor, "What if villains attack us again?"

"The security at the U.A. Sports Festival is second to none," Itachi answered, "any villain trying to disrupt the event would be going on the equivalent of a suicide mission."

Denki was grinning as he had his hand raised, "Heh, when does this thing take place?"

Itachi glared at him, inwardly hoping he wasn't being serious.

The electric blond looked slightly lost, "Eh, did I miss something?"

Red bled into black and the two tomoe of Itachi's Sharingan began spinning.

Kyoka sighed and slipped a note to Denki that didn't go unnoticed by Itachi.

"Oh, May, right."

Eijiro raised his hand, "We're at the beginning of April and this Sports Festival takes place in May. That's almost three weeks from now. What are we supposed to do between now and when the festival starts?"

Itachi nearly rolled his eyes as black bled into red.

"Train and refine your quirks as much as you can," he said, eyes flickering over to Izuku who sat up straighter, "because if you don't, you will not deliver your best performance and you will be overlooked by pro heroes. This is a chance to make yourselves know nationally, possibly even globally, considering the U.A. Sports Festival is broadcast worldwide. Do not let this go to waste. Plus Ultra."

"Plus Ultra!" The class roared.

Itachi felt something twitch by his foot.

He looked down to see Aizawa-sensei peeking up at him from his sleeping bag.

"Sensei?"

"Hn, maybe you should take over the Homeroom period. You seem to be quite good at it." Aizawa mumbled, taking out a juice box and slurping on it.

"Don't think that just because you're injured, I'm going to substitute for you," Itachi drawled, "I only did this because you couldn't be bothered to answer Uraraka-san."

"...Worth a shot."

A/N: And that's Chapter 15 for you guys. As this pandemic begins to draw to a close, I hope everyone who reads this is doing well, keeping themselves safe and if they watched it, enjoyed the Tokyo Olympics.