It took Gohan less than a minute to get from the gates of U.A. to the Lookout hundreds of miles away. The sudden departure resulted in Tsuyu shaking nervously from the trip as she was unused to the speed, altitude and that she was only being held by another person. As soon as they touched down and Gohan let go of her, she collapsed onto her knees and gripped the floor taking in deep breathes. "Kero, Midoriya," Tsuyu huffed as she tried to get her breathing under control.
"Gohan," Gohan corrected.
"Kero," Tsuyu ribbited in confusion.
"My name is Son Gohan, Izuku Midoriya is just a cover Bulma came up with to hide my identity," Gohan said.
Slowly Tsuyu nodded as she got up from the floor. "So, where are we Gohan?" she asked as she looked around, the twin row of plants and trees leading up to a large marble temple.
"Welcome to the Lookout," Dende greeted the guest. "Hello Gohan and Gohan's friend," he assumed as had this person been a threat the Namekian guardian was certain Gohan would have eliminated it already.
"Yeah here," Gohan smiled. "So Dende, this is Tsuyu Asui, she's a friend from school," Gohan gestured to the frog girl.
"Neat," Dende responded. "I am Dende," he introduced himself to the girl as he extended out a hand. "The current Guardian of Earth."
Tsuyu slowly grasped the offered limb and looked at Gohan, now with more questions than when she started.
"So Gohan, what made you bring a friend here," Dende asked.
"Well I sort of showed off a bit of my powers when some bad guys attacked the school," Gohan said sheepishly.
"And everyone is okay?" Dende's voice filled with concern.
"Yeah, I had to ascend to kill this one guy," Gohan explained the attack at the USJ earlier.
"Frightening," Dende shook his head. "Well thank you for appraising me of this situation I will spend some time actively looking for these two individuals," Dende assured Gohan.
"Thanks," Gohan smiled.
"GOHAN," Tsuyu shouted as she had been frustrated just listening to the strange conversation. "Please, tell me, what is going on," Tsuyu pleaded.
"Well," Gohan's voice trailed off. "This is going to be hard to explain. Hey Dende," Gohan glanced at the guardian. "Is Mister Piccolo here right now?"
"Yeah I'm here, I figured something had to go down if you ascended," the Namekian warrior growled as he stepped out of the temple. "I felt you from the otherside of the planet, hell, I'm still surprised that people who can't sense ki didn't feel when you did that."
"There were some localized earthquakes though," Gohan mentioned but noticed that Tsuyu was frowning. "Sorry, Mister Piccolo, this is Tsuyu Asui, a classmate and friend of mine," he introduced the girl.
"Pleasure to meet you," Piccolo grinned flashing his sharp teeth at the nervous girl. "As Gohan said I am Piccolo." Turning to the half-saiyan. "So why is she here?"
"I need to explain the situation too her and I don't really know where to start," Gohan chuckled.
"And it was either me or Bulma huh," Piccolo huffed.
"Yeah and you don't live with Vegeta, so congratulations you won out," Gohan happily said.
"I feel like you're mocking me," Piccolo glared.
"Only a little," Gohan admitted.
"Brat," Piccolo smirked before he turned to look at the girl. "Follow me," he gestured as he headed back towards the temple. The group of Piccolo, Tsuyu, Gohan and Dende passed by various doors before he opened one to a room with a few cushions. After everyone got seated, Mr. Popo came into the room with refreshments and snacks.
After the genie left the room Tsuyu kept staring at the door.
"I know what you're going to ask," Gohan cut her off before she could say anything. "It's complicated."
Piccolo then spent the next couple hours explaining the true nature of the world they lived in for the frog girl. Having his mind melded with Kami gave him a breadth of insight into the world and the wisdom that came from a many century old guardian. "And ultimately," Piccolo said capping off the explanation of the truth regarding the Cell Games. "Gohan wanted his peace and quiet."
"Kero," Tsuyu ribbited as she set down her cup of tea. She promptly slumped over unconscious into Gohan's lap from the sheer amount of world-shattering information given to her, which startled him.
"Huh," the Namekians said in unison as they watched Gohan pick up the teenage girl.
"That could have gone better," Gohan realized. "Now what do I do?"
"Take her home," Dende suggested.
"I can't do that," Gohan exclaimed in fright.
"Why not you'll just be an unknown boy showing up to her parents carrying their unconscious teenage daughter, okay now I see it," Piccolo said as he was overwhelmed with clarity to how that would appear.
"Any other ideas," Gohan pleaded.
"Bulma?" Dende looked at Piccolo who nodded.
"Bulma," Piccolo agreed.
"Bulma," Gohan called out as he walked into the Capsule Corp. headquarters holding Tsuyu bridal style. "I need some help."
"Kakabrat," Vegeta shouted as he felt the half-saiyan enter the building. "Tell me what caused you to… bring an unconscious girl here?" Vegeta trailed off, his eagerness for an explanation for feeling Gohan ascend earlier in the day, slaughtered by his curiosity towards why he had a girl in his hands.
"Please tell me Bulma is here," Gohan groaned.
"Follow me," Vegeta gestured to Gohan to head towards one of the buildings labs. "Bulma, Gohan is here and he's abducted an earthling," the Saiyan Prince proudly announced as he entered the lab, the technicians flinching at the sound of his voice as he and Gohan descended the steps to the floor.
Bulma waved off to her employees so that they would take a break and the humans eagerly cleared the room. "Oh shit, Vegeta wasn't joking," she gasped when she saw Tsuyu. "What did you do?" she said accusingly
"Nothing," Gohan exclaimed as he set Tsuyu on a bench and turned to the two adults to explain the day's situation. "And then she passed out and I came here."
"Pfft," Bulma covered her mouth, but she still let out a snort of amusement.
Vegeta however pitched over into full on laughter. "Oh that is hilarious," he shouted as his evil howls of joy echoed around the room.
"It's not that funny," Gohan grumbled.
"It's pretty funny," Bulma coughed to get Vegeta to quiet down. "So you didn't know what to do then?"
"No," Gohan said loudly. "That's why I came here, help me."
"Fine," Bulma sighed as she turned to a computer. She began typing away on the keyboard and then scratched down an address. "This is where she lives," Bulma said as she handed Gohan the slip of paper. "Just tell her parents about what happened today, a clean version, and that you two just went for ice cream or something to take your mind off it and before you know it, she fell asleep and you took her home."
"You sure this will work," Gohan said nervously.
"When have I ever been wrong," Bulma smiled, which turned into a frown as Gohan opened his mouth to tell her exactly when she had been wrong. "Vegeta," she said quickly, her husband taking a step forward threateningly.
"Fine, fine," Gohan said as he picked up Tsuyu from the bench. "Save the world and what do I get, no respect," he grumbled as he stomped up the stairs.
"And absolutely nothing weird at all happened, I promise," Gohan nervously said as he was glared at by Tsuyu's parents, a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his head as he felt their gaze on him.
"So you mean to tell me," Beru croaked threateningly. "Villains, managed to get into U.A., attacked the students, our children, and WE the parents," she shouted. "Weren't told a thing about it?"
"If I say yes, are you going to try to hit me," Gohan asked before he gave a definitive answer.
Ganma Asui growled at the young half-saiyan who quickly nodded and then vanished from the doorstep of the Asui household. He had decided to get out of there before an angry parent started yelling. He knew that he already had at least one angry parent to deal with, his own.
After calming Chi-Chi down enough he was able to explain the situation. "And this thing, it, did too many things that reminded me of Cell, so I had to kill it."
"Oh baby," Chi-Chi said softly as she hugged her son. She had been furious when Goten had told her that Gohan's power level rose, super super super high. And that he didn't come home right after school, without calling only made her angrier. But listening to what happened that day and that he had to explain to a classmate what went on, she understood why it took Gohan a while to come home.
Later that night the phone rang, it was one of the teachers at U.A., apparently Beru Asui had sent a very angry call to the school, all but threatening them with legal ruin if they didn't give the parents something to go off of on why their children had been attacked by villains.
"Yes, my son has told me what happened," Chi-Chi replied. "What really happened," she repeated to make sure they knew not to play games with her. "Great," she said happily. "I'll be there Monday," her voice light and warm, but anyone who knew her could tell that only pain and suffering awaited those who crossed her. "Gohan, your school is having an announcement for the parents after the attack at the school."
"Oh, okay," Gohan said as he looked up from his dinner.
"I'll be coming to U.A.," she said firmly.
Gohan took a big gulp as he realized that this could end violently. "Now, mom, please, they are good people," he said nervously. "They didn't know the school would be attacked, we don't all get messages from time travelers about stuff like that," he tried to instill in her that the U.A. staff weren't to blame for the event.
"I guess," Chi-Chi nodded as she agreed. "I'll just have to see if the classes they are offering are truly good though, I'll bring that up to the other parents that we should watch your hero class."
"That's great," Gohan said. "Oh shit, All Might's teaching that class," Gohan remembered suddenly and knew that something bad was going to happen on Monday.
So for the entire weekend, Gohan was dreading his return to U.A. When the morning came he somberly put on his school uniform. "Bye sweetie," Chi-Chi said as she pecked his cheek. "Remember I'll be up at the school later today," she reminded him, something he couldn't possibly forget.
"Yeah, I'll see you then," he said with a soft smile before stepping outside. As soon as the door shut his features shifted to panic as he sprinted through the streets passing by cars and pedestrians in a mad dash to get to the school. Passing through the gates, just slow enough the sensors could pick up his student badge, Gohan was in the staff lounge moments later. "My mom is coming to U.A.," he shouted as soon as he stepped into the room, startling the other teachers who weren't fully awake yet.
"Ye-yes," Aizawa groaned as he slowly sipped from his coffee cup. "We are aware that the parents are coming today to ask questions."
"No, you don't understand," Gohan said as he shut the door and made sure there were no eavesdroppers. "My mother," he emphasized. "Is coming, she's already told me she's going to rally the other parents to sit in on the hero course today to make sure it's up to the parents standards."
"I hardly see how that's a problem," Midnight said as she blinked open her eyes.
"ALL MIGHT," Gohan shouted. "Is teaching that class," he reminded them.
"Oh shit," Present Mic realized. "Oh man, that's not good."
"No it isn't," Aizawa groaned.
"I have an idea," Vlad King said. "We just tell her no."
Gohan snorted in amusement, "Good luck, you'll need it."
"Why," Nezu asked as he was sure the answer would alarm him.
"She used to decapitate t-rexes, with a knife, when she was twelve," he said slowly. "And that's how she met my father," he happily finished his warning.
"Okay, that option is out," Nezu quickly said. "We uh, we need to come up with a hero class, that looks good, no one gets hurt and mostly we make sure that Ms. Chi-Chi does not get her hands on anything sharp, I like my head where it is currently."
"Have fun with that," Gohan said as he backed out of the teacher's lounge. "Oh also, Tsuyu knows everything," he quickly stated before shutting the door and quickly heading to the 1-A classroom.
"God, dammit, Gohan," Aizawa groaned as he rolled over. "Is it too late to call in sick?" he asked.
"Oh no, if I have to deal with this, so do you," Nezu hissed. "Now, come on, we need ideas people," he clapped his paws to rally his employees.
Gohan sighed as he stepped into the classroom and wasn't mobbed by everyone so that at least told him Tsuyu hadn't told everyone what she learned or it meant that no one believed her. He slumped into his seat near the back as he waited for Aizawa to roll into the classroom.
A few quick announcements here, a mention that their parents were coming to the school for anyone who didn't know and then he broached the topic of the annual U.A. sports festival, it wasn't as nearly as popular as the WMT has been in recent years. But it was one of U.A. students' best chances to get recognized. This got the students buzzing with excitement as they knew the Sports Festival was going to be televised for the whole country to see. Only a few members of the class voiced concern about how this could be seen following their recent attack.
"I understand how it looks," Aizawa said reassuringly. "Which is why there will be more security than ever at the stadium," he promised, not saying that most of the security was that Gohan would be there and likely his friends would come to support him, concentrating probably the entire universes best fighters into one location.
Moving forward, the classes for the day were fairly subdued and they were told by Cementoss that after lunch they would head straight to the auditorium for the meeting and then finish the day with Foundational Heroics.
Gohan found a more secluded section of the cafeteria to eat in, but he didn't sit alone for long as Tsuyu sat across from him. "Hello Tsuyu," Gohan said.
"Hello, Go-Midoriya," she quickly corrected herself. "I thought a lot about what Piccolo told me."
"And…" Gohan inquired.
"I want to know more," she said as she looked around. "That fight at the USJ, what you were doing, it seemed like Piccolo meant anyone could do that."
"For the most part, it's training, a lot of it," Gohan said as he munched on his lunch. "I'm working with U.A. to teach them the basics," he mentioned.
"I want in," Tsuyu said firmly. "I don't want to feel weak and helpless like I did Friday."
"Alright," Gohan nodded. "I'll probably stay after today to check on how each of the teachers are handling their ki since it's been about a week. So just come on by."
"Great," Tsuyu smiled which only faltered for a moment. "So uh, alien, huh? You don't exactly look it."
"Just wait until my tail grows back and I turn into an Ozaru," Gohan chuckled.
"What?!" Tsuyu shouted as she looked behind Gohan, expecting to see a tail poking out from his bottom.
"I don't have it now, it hasn't grown back in a while," Gohan said quietly, hoping the frog girl would stop staring at his butt.
"Kero, fascinating," Tsuyu ribbited.
"Not really, I mean, I've seen plenty of people with tails," Gohan said. "Theirs just don't turn them into fifty-foot-tall uncontrollable apes when they look at the moon, something about Blutz waves," Gohan muttered.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about," Jirou asked as she sat down next to Tsuyu. She had been idly listening to conversations around the room because she finished eating but the one that made the least sense was Tsuyu and Midoriya whispering in the corner. So being a teenager with nothing to do, she decided to investigate.
"Oh nothing important," Tsuyu said coyly. "So our parents are coming to U.A. huh, that's going to be strange," she continued into a separate conversation than the one they were previously having.
"Right," Jirou said as she nodded her head, knowing that they were hiding something, because despite it all, they were still teenagers and hadn't developed the necessary skills to lie believably yet. "Yeah, I guess that's strange," Jirou shrugged.
"So where did you two end up during the attack," Jiirou asked. "I ended up with Kaminari and Momo in the Mountain Zone."
"Flood zone," both Gohan and Tsuyu answered. "We weren't there for long," Gohan added on.
"I'll bet, Tsuyu had the advantage there right?" Jirou guessed.
Before Tsuyu could potentially say that Gohan was the one who destroyed the villains, Gohan laughed awkwardly. "Yup, absolutely, wouldn't have made it out without Tsuyu," he said rubbing the back of his head, which both girls immediately picked up on as a tell for the half-saiyan. He quickly scarfed down the rest of his lunch hoping he didn't have to answer any more questions but thankfully Tsuyu understood that Gohan might not enjoy talking about everything as she was still struggling to process all of the information. So she kept Jirou busy with some light conversation in the meantime.
After the lunch bell rang and all the 1-A students headed to the auditorium for, what Gohan suspected, the most interesting parent teacher meeting of his or anyone's life.
Nezu stood up on the podium to see the crowd of disgruntled parents who came in, but in the corner he kept an eye on Gohan's mother who was, just grinning at him. Which did nothing to help his nerves.
"And so," Nezu concluded his introduction. "All but a few villains had been captured, they made the mistake of stepping into the light and as a result we are fully aware of the signs to look for."
As the parents nodded at the conviction and planning Nezu stated that U.A. had, Chi-Chi didn't stop grinning. "How do we know our children are safe, is U.A. teaching them the skills needed to protect themselves or did they just get lucky this time," Chi-Chi began spinning a line for the other parents to latch onto. "I think it would do us good to see how U.A. is training our children, wouldn't you all agree."
Unfortunately for the teachers, Endeavor of all people had shown up, he originally only came because he wanted to get information on the people who had attacked as a means to find criminals to boost his capture rate as he saw that his rival was quickly creating a large gap between themselves. But there was a chance to see how pathetic his rival's teaching was, and to see how his child was dominating the classes. "I agree," Enji said. "I would like to know if U.A. is capable of teaching my son to be the hero he is meant to be or if I should be looking at other schools."
Now that the number three hero endorsed the idea other parents were starting to get on board with sitting in on their children's class. And the U.A. staff knew there was no way out, which is why they were nervous because they had been able to create a plan but no way to properly relay that to All Might in time. Collectively they prayed that nothing would go wrong.
"I feel something," Dende said as he reached out his senses to practice his role as Guardian of Earth.
Mr. Popo looked over. "Is it more prayers," the genie asked as he watered his plants.
"I think so," Dende said in frustration ignoring the feeling. "Ugh, why can't it ever be anything interesting."
"Well you could always check up on some of the other fighters," Piccolo suggested.
"That's a good idea, we can see what Gohan is up to," Dende smiled as he reached out his senses towards U.A.. "Oh, oh this is going to be great," his normally light giggle turned into sadistic laughter as he watched what was happening at U.A.
"Welcome to Foundational Heroics, taught by me, All Might," the hero proudly stated to the parents. "And not other people," he stuck out his tongue at the Wild Wild Pussycats who pouted at him.
"We're all going to die," Aizawa whined to his colleagues from a room that allowed them to view All Might's class, as he realized that none of the parents seemed too amused now.
"So today," All Might flexed as he turned towards his class. "We will be going over combat training, now I'm sure you all feel pretty confident after the attack on Friday, you fought real villains, and no one got seriously hurt," he said as he paced along the lines of students. "But that was in an uncontrolled environment, today's lesson will be monitored from here," He pointed to the tent.
As the hero went on to explain the lesson of two on two combat, with the objective being to seize a device or capture the villains, while their task was to prevent that for fifteen minutes or capture the heroes. Once All Might started to pair off the students randomly by drawing their names from a box, a few of the teachers had questions about his methods.
After asking his students what they thought about the lesson he extrapolated on further on why a bit of randomness was a good thing. "Now, we'll begin with a few of the battles," All Might said as he called out for the first two teams to head off. "And from here we can monitor the student's activities and intervene if needed," he smiled as the large group sat in the provided chairs.
Gohan had stood up to move since he was called in the first group to go, but his mother stopped him. "You look ridiculous," Chi-Chi said. "No capes," she scolded as she unclasped the large red fabric. "And this helmet, what were you thinking," she said as she pulled of the bulky headgear.
"Bulma made it, moooom," Gohan groaned as he got babied in front of all of his classmates, their parents and his teachers. "Stop it, you're embarrassing me," he blushed as he hid his face.
"I didn't raise you to backtalk me young man," she pointed a finger in her son's face. "I don't know why you couldn't just wear something respectable, like your gi, or even that armor you have under your bed. This is just," she looked at her reflection in the helmet.
"Can I go now, please," Gohan said as he tried to not look at anyone else as he quickly exited the tent.
"Eh," Jirou shrugged. "I think it looks better this way. He had too many colors going on," she commented on his "redesign".
"Oh Midoriya," Uraraka squeaked as Gohan stopped next to her. "Are you ready?" she asked.
Rubbing the back of his head Gohan chuckled out his answer, "Yeah."
"Midoriya, don't worry," Uraraka smiled at him. "I'm sure everyone will be on their best behavior with so many people watching."
Up on the fifth floor. "I'm going to fucking murder Deku," Katsuki snarled as he glared at the door waiting for All Might to start the clock.
"That's hardly a heroic attitude Bakugo, although," Iida mused. "We are the villains in this lesson, so would that be appropriate now," he pondered.
In the tent the group was able to listen in on the conversation and many of them were questioning Bakugo's sanity when All Might told the teams to start. They watched on the cameras as Bakugo tore through the halls heading for the entrance so that he could try and attack Midoriya.
"So Bakugo is on his way down," Gohan commented.
"Really how can you tell," Uraraka asked as the two walked into the room.
"I'm more surprised you can't hear him stomping around up there," Gohan shrugged. Right before Uraraka could turn the corner he pulled her back and out of the path of the enraged Katsuki.
"Die!" the blonde screamed as he started laying into Gohan with his quirk while cackling madly, who was expertly dodging the attacks and drawing Katsuki away from Uraraka.
"Oh god," Mitsuki gasped as she saw how violent her son was being. "Someone needs to stop him," she said as she looked to the teachers who weren't moving.
"Why?" Chi-Chi asked. "My son's not hurt." She pointed to the screen to see that beyond a little bit of dirt on his costume, Gohan seemed unphased by the explosions.
Gohan sighed and had hoped he had a chance to do things discretely but, realized that option was taken from him as Bakugo had already attacked him. Taking a moment to glance at his teammate he gave her some instructions. "Uraraka head on up to the fifth floor, I'll finish this up," he said to the brunette who looked unsure if she should help or leave. "Go, I'll be fine," Gohan called out as he stepped into a side room with Bakugo chasing after him.
As Uraraka made it to the top floor as quickly as she could she got to see Iida practicing his menacing laugh, and she couldn't stop herself from snorting.
"Oh ho, what's this," Iida turned to face his opponent. "A hero coming to stop me," he said dramatically.
Down in the tent Iida's mother buried her face in her hands. "He's really getting into this," she groaned.
"I have managed to outsmart you," he warned as he gestured to the room. "I did this by cleaning the floor." Making it apparent that the room was barren.
"Aww, he's adorkable," Tooru cooed as she watched Iida ham it up.
While it was funny to watch Iida give a terrible villain monologue one of the parents pointed out that Bakugo had seemingly backed Gohan against a wall. "Hey, you want to know how my quirk works," Bakugo snarled as he raised his gauntlet. "It builds up nitroglycerin sweat from my palms that I can explode and this gauntlet," he made sure he had it aimed dead center at Gohan. "Stores it to be used in one big explosion."
"Holy shit that'll kill him," Momo shouted as she did some rough calculations on the explosive force of nitroglycerin. "Sir you have to stop him," she looked to All Might with fear in her eyes knowing that at that range the explosion would be devasting.
"He'll be fine, Midoriya is made of sterner stuff than that," All Might dismissed his student's concern to the confusion and shock of the class and most of the parents.
"If you don't dodge this, you'll die," Bakugo warned as he pulled the pin on the gauntlet. The resulting explosion shook the building and could be heard all the way from where the others were waiting. Once the smoke started to clear and the dust began to settle, everyone watching could see that almost half the building was obliterated in the attack.
"ALL MIGHT," Mrs. Yaoyorozu shouted and stood up angrily. "My daughter just said that attack would kill this Midoriya, and you just let it happen."
"And I said he'd be fine," All Might gestured to the monitor.
"Aww man, completely ruined the costume," Gohan groaned. "Now I'll have to ask Bulma to repair it." His voice piercing the obscuring dust.
"How," Bakugo seethed as he knew that attack should have taken out anyone and yet, once Gohan stepped through the cloud, the only damage that seemed to have been done to him was that his costume was in tatters.
"Well, this has gone on long enough," Gohan sighed as he moved faster than Bakugo could react and delivered a chop to the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious. "Uraraka, Bakugo has been subdued, how is it going on your end?"
"Not, good," she replied as she ran around the room trying to catch up to Iida who was just trying to keep the bomb away from her. "Are you coming up here," she asked.
"Yeah," Gohan said from next to her as he seemingly appeared.
"Oh my," Uraraka blushed as she saw Gohan's powerful and bare torso. Gohan had Bakugo slung over his shoulder. "You uh, got here quickly," she commented as she hadn't expected him so soon.
"Wasn't very far," Gohan said as he saw Iida eyeing the two of them, but it didn't take very long for Iida to get trapped in a corner due to being outnumbered.
"Dang it," Iida sighed as he had hoped for a better outcome.
"A bit drafty," Gohan said as he stepped into the quiet tent, carrying Bakugo. "I think this is yours," he awkwardly said as he set the blonde boy down next to his mother before going to sit next to his own.
"Good Job," All Might said to his class as he started to ask questions about their performance to gauge feedback from his students.
After only sitting for a moment, Gohan started to get restless. "I'm going to go change or something," he said as he got up from his seat. He started to tug at the torn fabric, "Kind of awkward to sit in these."
"Sir, shouldn't someone take him to Recovery Girl," Kaminari mentioned. "I mean he did get blown up, there's no way he can be fine after that."
Seeing an opportunity to make the school look good, Ragdoll stepped forward. "I'll take both him and Bakugo to see the nurse," she said happily as she went to collect the still unconscious teen. "We'll make sure that nobody gets hurt in the pursuit of training."
"So uh, Ragdoll," Gohan said as they walked up the path from the testing area. "Sorry never mind."
"What, what is it?" the energetic woman asked.
"How do I, fit in," Gohan asked. "I just, don't think I belong here," Gohan admitted. "I see it now, after this fight, no one knows what to do with me." He thought on how his classmates looked at him. "I can't tell anyone what I am, but the longer I stay here the more looks I get."
"That's rough," Ragdoll answered. "It is, really I don't think anyone on this planet can really understand you."
"Yeah, I think coming to U.A. was a mistake," Gohan sighed.
"But that doesn't mean we aren't going to try," Ragdoll continued, ignoring Gohan's self-pity. "Gohan, you're a good kid, I mean it, an actually good person," Ragdoll emphasized. "You put your life on the line so many times to save the world and no one really says it but, thank you," she said softly.
"Oh uh, you're welcome," Gohan stammered and it dawned on him that he really doesn't get thanked for what he does, not that asks for it either, but it's nice to be told that every once in a while.
"Gohan, you live in a world that I didn't know existed weeks ago," Ragdoll continued her thoughts. "You and your friends answer so many of life's questions and then bring up more that we humans never even thought to ask."
She turned to face Gohan. "Can you, teach me about this world," she asked. "I like what I see, even if it scares me," she admitted.
"Yeah sure, I'm going to help teach the U.A. staff and a classmate, you and the other Pussycats are free to join us after classes today," Gohan offered.
"I was, kind of hoping it would just be us," Ragdoll blushed. "Not that I don't want to work with the others, but," Ragdoll sighed. "I always see myself as the least useful of the team. Pixie-Bob has a really strong quirk, Tiger's an excellent fighter and Mandalay has always been this strong leader, but beyond finding someone's weaknesses, I'm not exactly that good at anything else."
"What no, I'm sure you're amazing," Gohan said hurriedly. "And I'm certain every one of those heroes is happy to have you there."
"But, haven't you ever wanted to do more, be more useful, stronger," Ragdoll asked.
"Yeah, I have, if I was stronger and better, my dad wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself against Cell," Gohan admitted as he clenched his fists. "If I was stronger, I could have saved him the first time he died. If I wasn't so PATHETIC, my friends wouldn't constantly die," he shouted as his ki flared uncontrollably. Gohan started taking in deep breaths to try and control his emotions. "Sorry, sorry," he said softly.
"No I get it," Ragdoll replied. "It's okay to let it out, it's okay to let go."
"That's what a friend of mine said to me before he died," Gohan said, referring to Android 16.
"I'm sure he was a good man then," Ragdoll hummed.
"Yeah, he was." The two started walking towards the main building once more. "And yeah, I'll teach you alone, if you want."
"Thanks, Gohan," Ragdoll smiled as the door shut behind them.