A/n: thank you guys so much for the support!

Guest: Thank you! Here's the next update! And this is an AU that happens after KH3 lol

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SpeculatingSpectre543: I try to keep everyone in character haha

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SilverStar56: She knew that it was a test and she sometimes used her powers, but she just thought that at some tests it was useless for her. And thank you! It is haha, but I might change a few things to make it interesting to read. Following the anime and manga's a bit too boring if you all know the plot. Hikari's here to change thing for better or worse. Well, Hikari is already a keyblade master, so she might be stronger than her classmates. There's an idea I have and I plan to draw them out lol

Chapter 4
the new student

"There's no more news about the Toxic Haze…" Izuku scrolled down through the news from the HNA website. The news about the villain attack had died—or more like covered up by the new headline.

All Might as a Teacher in U.A!

The Symbol of Peace: working in U.A?

Hero or Teacher? All Might is Now Working in U.A!

The green-haired boy sighed as he closed the tab and shut his phone. He continued his walk to U.A. when the crossing light turned green. The news about All Might had been hired as a teacher at U.A surprised the nation. It's what everyone has been talking about for the past few days.

It wasn't that he's not happy with the news. He just wanted to know if the girl from the villain attack is safe or not. He was tempted to ask his homeroom teacher about it, but decided against it since it wasn't his business. He didn't even know the girl and he was trying to stick his nose into something he's not related to.

To ease his worry, he put his trust in the Erasure Hero.

"Hey, you!"

Izuku visibly tensed when he saw a mob of reporters coming right at him.

"How are All Might's classes?" a female reporter asked, shoving the mic directly at his face. She was followed by a dozen other reporters, circling around the poor boy. They all had their cameras directed at him along with cameras and mics. "Give us a brief comment about his teachings!"

Honestly, Izuku didn't know how to deal with over-demanding media.

"Um, excuse me, I have to go to the nurse's office!" Izuku quickly excused himself and made a beeline to the school's entrance gate. He didn't really have to see Recovery Girl, he just needed an excuse to escape. His hands gripped on the straps of his backpack as he tried to ignore the media's call for him to answer questions regarding his mentor. As soon as he entered the building, he heaved out a sigh of relief, a hand on his chest. 'I better get to class…'

The freckled boy took off his red shoes, taking it with him as he went over to 1-A's shoe lockers. He opened his shoe locker and pulled out his indoor shoes, placing his red ones inside. The boy blinked when he noticed a locker that was supposed to be empty, now has a name plate on it.

"Leon…hart?" Izuku blinked when he read over the katakana.

"Deku! Good morning!"

"Eeep! U-Uraraka!" Izuku almost jumped in surprise when he heard his friend's greeting. "G—Good morning!" he stuttered out, hiding his tinted red cheeks with his arms.

The brunette tilted her head confusedly. "Hmm?" her eyes glanced over to the locker Izuku had been staring at. "Leon…hart? Who's Leonhart?" she asked.

Izuku stopped stuttering and turned to look at the locker too, "I don't know actually…" he said.

"Ah! Do you think that we might be getting a new student?!" Uraraka's eyes gleamed brightly in excitement as she took a step closer to the boy, a smile on her face.

Izuku's face turned bright red at the close proximity. "M—M—Maybe? We should get to class and see then!" he looked away and avoided Uraraka's gaze.

When the duo arrived to class, they were greeted with their classmates discussing something about a new student. Izuku glanced around the room. He blinked a few times when he saw an extra desk right behind Yaoyorozu's—which was in his row.

"Hey, hey, did you guys hear? We're getting another student!" a classmate of them—Ashido Mina—came up towards the door to greet them, beaming with excitement.

"Really?!" Uraraka replied with the same amount of excitement.

"Yeah! I wonder if the new student is another girl?" the invincible girl hummed, tapping her finger against her chin—though her classmates could only see the movement of her sleeve.

Mineta puffed out his chest, holding his chin up high to prove that his statement is correct. "Of course, it's going to be a she! There's an uneven number of girls in our classroom!" he said as a matter of fact. Saliva gathered in his mouth as his cheeks became red at the thought of a female foreign student in their class. "From the name, she could be a really sexy foreigner—!"

Asui's tongue slapped the purple-haired boy's head from across the room. "Stop thinking perverted things, Mineta." She croaked.

Yaoyorozu nodded her head in agreement, staring at the boy sitting in front of her with distaste. "It's inappropriate to think such thoughts—let alone to the person who you have yet to meet." She scolded.

Izuku nodded his head in agreement as he went over to his seat right behind Bakugou. The usually loud ash-blond boy was unusually quiet this morning. He didn't blow up despite the loud noises around him. Bakugou didn't even glare at him like he usually does in the morning whenever he passes by his table.

"Settle down class." A lazy voice drawled from the door, their homeroom teacher stepping inside the classroom. Everyone quickly made their way to their assigned seat, waiting for their names to be called in the rollcall. With the last name ticked, he placed the attendance paper down on his desk. "Alright… First of all, good work on yesterday's combat training."

Aizawa sighed when his eyes saw the empty chair at the back. The new student was running a little late, despite the two of them meeting by the school gates. He averted his gaze back down to the papers. "I saw the video and results…" he looked over to the ash-blond, giving him a stern look. "Bakugou, you're talented. So, don't act like a kid."

Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance, but accepted the comment. "I know."

"And Midoriya," The Erasure Hero averted his gaze to the boy sitting behind the blond, who visibly stiffened at the mention of his own name. "You settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep saying you can't help it because you can't control your quirk."

The green-haired boy looked down to his desk.

Another sigh was heard from the man. "I don't like saying the same thing over and over." His eyes skimmed over to the papers in his hand and glanced back to look at the boy. "As long as you fix the control issue, there's a lot you'll be able to do."

Midoriya brightened up at the compliment. "Yes, sir!"

"Now let's get down to homeroom business."

"Um—excuse me, Mr. Aizawa." Ashido raised her hand, gaining not just the teacher's attention, but the whole class as well.

Aizawa stared at the pink-haired girl. "What is it, Ashido?"

"Is there really going to be a new student in our class?" Ashido asked, a smile across her face. At this question, everyone stared at the teacher—hoping for him to confirm their curiosity.

The black-haired man nodded his head. "Yes, but apparently she's running a bit late—"

The class broke into chatters, ignoring the teacher standing in front of them.

"Did you hear? It's a she! She's a girl!"

"Don't you think she came in a little late?"

"Her tardiness should not be an example!"

Aizawa could already feel a headache coming and they haven't even made it pass homeroom. His eye twitched as he became irritated from how noisy the class is. "Quiet—"

Knock knock

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'Great! First day of school and I'm already running late!' Hikari huffed out a tired breath as she waited for the crossing light to go green.

The very next day after Aizawa gave her the quirk apprehension test, she was already told to start school. She received the uniforms from the principal himself—telling her to protect the uniform policy, meaning she has to wear the uniform properly. Meaning, she has to wear a necktie. She never liked wearing a tie around her neck. It didn't suit her character at all—and because she can't tie one as well.

She had woken up to the sound of her alarm. She turned the alarm off lazily and went back to sleep. Before she even knew it, she woke up an hour before school starts—and it's going to take her half an hour to reach school.

The brunette waited impatiently at the sidewalk. 'Not a very good way for a first impression.' She jogged on the spot, silently wishing the light would just go green. As soon as the light flashed green, she sprinted across the crosswalk—ignoring the looks she was receiving. If she run, then she'll reach the school gates before the bell. When the H-shaped building came to view, her eyes blinked confusedly at the swarm of people gathering around the gates. 'Huh? What's the press doing here?' she thought as her run slowed down to a jog.

The story of the Toxic villain was no longer a hot headline. The mysterious new 'pro hero' long forgotten because of the new headline—the news about All Might working as a teacher in U.A. The brunette was glad that her story was no longer in the news. There would be no more nosy reporters trying to find out who Wheeflower belongs to.

'I can't get through!' Hikari stopped right behind a reporter as she stands on her toes to look at the mass of people blocking the entrance. She slipped inside the crowd and let out a grunt when someone elbowed her cheek. 'What a bad way to start the day!' she tried to push her way through the bodies—all the while trying to avoid being seen.

"Ah! Please tell us about All Might being a teacher!" A mic was suddenly shoved to the brunette's face, stopping her from sneaking further. "What do you think of his teachings?"

Hikari raised her hands up. "Sorry! But I'm running a little late, could you guys please back off?" she asked, as she looked over the reporter's shoulder. She could see the entrance gate. If it wasn't for the reporter pushing her further inside the crowd, she could sprint towards the gates. 'So close and yet so far away!'

"Tell us about the Symbol of Peace in class!"

"How does he handle students?"

"Guys, guys! It's my first day here and I'm kinda late—!" The brunette pushed her way through and before she even knew it, a familiar white scarf wrapped itself around her wrist—pulling her away from the mob of reporters. "Thanks!" she sighed in relief at the sight of her homeroom teacher.

The man nodded his head and pushed her inside the gates. "You're late. Now, shoo." He motioned his hand, telling the brunette to hurry it up to get to class.

The brunette nodded her head and made a dash for the doors. She quickly went over to her shoe locker in the 1-A class section and scanned over the lockers for her own. Her name was place right below a student named Hagakure. She quickly pulled out her indoor shoes, shoving her sneakers inside the locker. She continued her little sprint, taking her indoor shoes along as she ran up the set of stairs to her classroom.

The campus was easy to get lost into. The hallways look so similar to each other that the brunette was sure she couldn't find a way without a map of each floor.

Bam

"OW!" Hikari didn't even notice anyone rounding the corner. She had run into a person quite hard enough to make the both of them fall from impact. It also didn't help when she can't stop herself on time. She wasn't wearing shoes because she was to much in a hurry. "That hurts!" she rubbed her nose as she groaned in pain.

"I'll say…" a bored and tired voice said in equal pain.

Hikari blinked when she recognized the voice. "Shinsou?"

Said person turned his attention to her. "Oh? It's you." The boy sighed.

"Hey! What's with that sigh, huh? Aren't you happy to see me?" Hikari shouted, a little offended that the boy wasn't all that enthusiastic to see her as a U.A. student. She pulled herself up and reached her hand out for the boy to take. "The least you can do is congratulate me fist!" she puffed out her cheeks childishly.

Shinsou grabbed her hand and she pulled him up. "The least you can do is apologize for crashing into me." He retorted smartly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh yeah—uh, sorry about that." Hikari walked pass him to pick up where her shoes had landed. She leaned against the wall for support as she puts on her indoor shoes. Her eyes glanced over to look at Shinsou's attire. "You're going to P.E?" she asked.

"What's it to you, Ms. Foreigner?" Shinsou shoved his hands inside his pockets.

"Just thought I should try to start a conversation." Hikari shrugged before she adjusted the backpack on her shoulder. "Shouldn't there be homeroom first or something?"

Shinsou didn't want to waste his energy on an overly dramatic girl, so early in the morning. But for some reason, he decided to keep the conversation between them for a little longer. "Our teacher just came in and told us to wear these and to meet him at the fields."

Hikari placed her hand on his shoulder. "I shall pray for your survival then." If Shinsou's going to go through the quirk apprehension test like she did with Aizawa then he was going to need all the luck and prayers he could get. Until now, her muscles still felt sore from all those exercise Aizawa put her through. "Good luck, Shinsou—it's like the worse. I hope you survive."

The lilac-haired boy raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you blabbering about?" he sighed in respond before pinching the girl's sleeve to take her hand off of his shoulder. "Aren't you late or something?" he reminded.

Instant panic ran across her mind. "You're right!" she made a dash for the stairs again, but stopped on her way up. "See 'ya later, Shinsou! If you survive, let's eat lunch together!" she gave him a thumbs up and sprinted up the stairs afterwards, skipping two steps at a time.

A smirk made its way up the boy's lips. "Weird girl."

Hikari looked over the classroom signs, trying to find hers.

"1-A. 1-A. 1-A—oh." The brunette stopped chanting when she found the classroom she has been looking for. She took a few steps back to admire the large door with a huge 1-A painted on the door. "That's a big door…" she mumbled as she tilted her chin up to look all the way up.

She could already hear the noises coming inside the classroom. They were loud—really loud. From the glass on the A of the door, she could already see Aizawa up at front and she inwardly cringed. His face looked as if he wants to put a student into a lifetime detention. She inhaled deeply and gathered all the courage to face her teacher's morning rage.

Knock knock

Hikari slid the door open and immediately bowed her head. "Sorry I'm late."

"You're late." Aizawa repeated in a stern voice. The brunette could only apologize again, a sheepish grin on her face as she rubbed the back of her neck. The class quieted down at the sight of the new student and the pro hero was glad he could at least get a few minutes of peace and quiet. "Get inside and introduce yourself." He motioned his hand for the girl to hurry it up.

Hikari walked inside the classroom, closing the door behind her.

"I'm Leonhart Hikari, but you can call me Hikari. Nice to meet all of you."

Izuku's jaw dropped when he recognized the familiar girl. She was the same person he bumped into weeks ago. He couldn't forget her face since he was the one who broke her phone. He felt so guilty about it, despite her forgiveness. The two of them made eye contact when she looked around the room. She grinned at him and he could only look down, shrinking in his seat as he finds his empty desk more interesting.

"Plain." A voice coughed, breaking the silence.

The brunette raised an eyebrow at the kid with purple balls for hair. "Uh… I'll take that as a compliment?" she said rather unsure.

Aizawa sighed. "As you all heard and know, she's the new student. I expect you to give her a decent welcome as a U.A. student." There was a chorus of yes around the room and an overly loud on coming from the boy with glasses. "Go and take your seat at the back so we can presume homeroom."

Hikari made her way to the seat at the back, smiling at Midoriya as she passed by his table. She sat down on the comfy swivel chair and placed her backpack under her desk. The only desk in the back row was hers. She felt a little left out since there wasn't any desk beside her—but then again, she did enter the school later than anyone.

"Now, sorry for the late notice, but today—," Aizawa began and there was a sudden change in atmosphere around the classroom. The brunette looked around, a confused look across her face. Since she was sitting at the corner of the room, she had a clear view of everyone's back and noted how they all seem to be tense. "—I'll have you decide on a class representative." He finished.

'Class rep?' Hikari blinked and small tired smile came across her lips at the memory. She had been chosen as a class rep in the first year of middle school because she lost in a game of rock—paper—scissor. She propped her head up in her hands as she sighed. 'No thanks—'

Though, her classmates seemed to think otherwise.

"I want to be class rep! Pick me!"

"Me too!"

"I want to do it too."

"It's a job made for me—"

"I'll be the leader!"

The brunette could only stare as her classmates began to raise their hand up one by one. Never she had seen anyone be this excited to be a class rep in her days as a student. She doesn't mean to judge from first appearances, but neither of her classmates seemed to be class rep material—her included and especially the purple-haired boy sitting two desks in front of her. The ones she could actually see as class 1-A's future class rep are the boy with glasses, the bi-colored haired boy and the girl sitting right in front of her.

"Silence please!" The class immediately quieted down when one voice stood out from the rest. Hikari glanced over to the first line of desks, staring at the bespectacled boy. "It's a job with the serious responsibility of leading others. It's not a job for just anyone who wants to do it. It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader, then we should hold an election to choose one!" He suggested.

Hikari whistled. 'Now that's a leader.'

A girl with dark green hair turned in her seat. "We haven't known each other for that long, so how can we trust each other?" she asked, placing a finger on her chin.

The red-haired boy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "If that's the case, then everyone would vote for themselves."

The bespectacled boy stood up in his seat. "Don't you think that is precisely the case? Whoever receives multiple votes here can truly be considered the most suitable person." he explained and Hikari completely agreed with his words. "What do you think, Mr. Aizawa?" he turned to look at the teacher, asking for permission.

Aizawa zipped his yellow sleeping bag up, "I don't care. As long as you decide before homeroom is over." He agreed before crawling over like a caterpillar to the corner of the room, dropping there to take a nap.

'U.A sure is different…' Hikari deadpanned as she stared at her teacher's behavior.

"I apologize for this, Leonhart… It seems quite unfair for you..." the girl siting in front of her said, turning her seat around.

Hikari grinned at her. "Nah, it's okay! Besides, I know who I'm voting for~!" she said in a sing-song tone, twirling the pencil between her fingers. She stopped when she was about to write the boy's name on the paper. '…wait, I don't know his name.' she furrowed her eyebrows down.

'Oh well…'

The guy with glasses and checked marked eyebrows

The brunette folded the piece of paper into two before handing it over to the girl sitting in front of her. "Um… what's your name again?"

"Oh, pardon my rudeness." The black-haired girl took the piece of paper, handing it to the boy in front of her. She turned around in her seat again, facing the brunette with a kind smile across her lips. "I'm Yaoyorozu Momo. It's a pleasure to meet you, Leonhart."

"The pleasure's all mine." Hikari nodded her head in greeting. She turned to the boy with the two-toned hair. "And you're?"

The boy glanced over to her—not even bothering to turn in his chair. "Todoroki Shouto." He said curtly before turning his attention back to the board.

The conversation ended just like that between Hikari and Todoroki.

"So—how are the classes so far?" Hikari decided to just ignore Todoroki and have a conversation with Yaoyorozu instead. She had dealt with many standoff-ish person before and the best way to be friends with them is to leave them be until the time is right. She kept chatting with Yaororozu—sometimes, the boy with a bird's head joined in the conversation. "Looks like I missed a lot, huh?" she sighed as she leaned back against the chair.

"Indeed, but I'm sure you'll catch up soon. I never heard of U.A. accepting a late entry." The bird boy—Tokoyami said as he crossed his arms.

Yaoyorozu smiled. "True. You must be very exceptional, Leonhart."

A nervous laugh escaped the brunette's lips. "Not really…" compared to a normal student—as normal as the ones in the City of Heroes—Hikari was a bit different. Her skills were above average since she had trained from when she was thirteen as a keyblade wielder. Now, a keyblade master and sixteen turning to seventeen in just a few months, her skills matched both Sora and Riku. Though four years doesn't seem much, but she has learned a lot and continue to grow to be a stronger master just like how she dreamed. "How about you guys? You guys got in through recommendations and in the top ten, right? That's amazing!" she praised both Yaoyorozu and Tokoyami.

The black-haired girl seemed to blush at the compliment. "Leonhart…"

Tokoyami could only hum in respond.

After a few minutes of counting the votes, Aizawa had finally finished writing on the board.

"I—I got three votes?!" Izuku exclaimed, completely surprised by the results.

The ash-blond slammed his hands on the table. "Why Deku?! Who voted for him?!" he shouted in disapproval.

The boy sitting beside him sighed. "Well, it's better than voting for you." He retorted, earning a glare from the blond.

Iida stare at the board. "I got one vote?" he stared at the results with wide eyes. He was sure that he voted for Izuku instead of himself. He looked around the room and spotted the new student giving him a thumbs up and a grin. 'She voted for me even though we don't know each other?!' he pushed his glasses up, his lips set in a straight line.

Both Izuku and Yaoyorozu had been called to stand in front of the class.

"Then, the class rep is Midoriya, and the deputy class rep will be Yaoyorozu."

Poor Izuku, the boy seemed as if he was about to faint any second.

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"There's still a few minutes left till lunch. Go do whatever you want, as long as you're quiet." Aizawa dismissed the class before he went back inside his yellow cocoon.

Hikari sighed in relief.

The first four periods were tiring for her. History with pro hero Midnight. After that it was back to Aizawa teaching hero tactics. It has been awhile since she learned something in a class and it didn't help when she felt sleepy during Aizawa's boring lecture.

"I thank you for putting your trust in me, despite not knowing who I am, Leonhart!" Iida suddenly marched over towards the brunette's table, extending his hand for a handshake. The brunette jolted awake and stared at the boy's towering height from standing beside her. "Allow me to introduce myself! I'm Iida Tenya! It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintances!" his glasses seemed to glint brightly under the lights.

Hikari smiled unsurely. "It's nothing, really. You just seemed to have that leadership vibe around." She grabbed Iida's hand and he shook it up and down twice, a firm and stiff shake if she could describe it. "And nice to meet you too." she added.

After Iida's visit, the girls seemed to crowd over at her table, introducing themselves to her.

"So, where are you really from, Leonhart?" the invincible girl—who introduced herself as Hagakure—asked. "Your name sound so foreign!"

Hikari laughed. "I'm half actually. Pop's from America and Ma's Japanese. I was raised in Okinawa though." She explained—though all of them was a lie. She was pretty sure Leon wasn't born in America or Aerith in Japan. They were both from Radiant Garden and she doubts the City of Heroes has a town named RG. "I'm a proud islander!" she exclaimed, her arms crossed proudly against her chest.

"Okinawa? That's wonderful! My family owns a villa—the beaches there are really beautiful." Yaoyorozu clapped her hands together, a bright smile on her face.

'She does have that rich girl vibe.' Hikari thought, nodding her head in reply.

"She's foreign, but she doesn't have any big—" Before Mineta could ever utter another perverted word, Asui's tongue slapped the boy's head with a loud smack.

"Ignore him, Hikari." Asui croaked. She insisted on Hikari calling her by her first name and she agreed. In return, the green-haired girl has to call her by her first name as well. "Can I ask what your quirk is?" she asked, placing a finger on the corner of her lips.

At the mention of her quirk, the whole class seemed to turn their attention to her.

"Sure! My quirk's called Dream. It's something that allows me to make Spirits—the embodiments of dreams." the brunette explained. She memorized the script again from a week ago—in case everyone ever asked her again. She glanced over to look at Aizawa who was still asleep. Can't hurt to give an example, right? "It kinda works like this." She raised her hand and there was a glow.

Squeak squeak

"Hey, that's pretty cool!" Kaminari said as his eyes gleamed when he saw the animal.

Izuku stared at the creature with wide eyes.

"How cute!" Ashido along with the other girls squealed at the sight of the cute cat-dog creature.

'Ah, Meow Wow… always capturing the ladies' hearts.' Hikari thought, staring proudly at the Spirit. She let out a grunt when Meow Wow suddenly pounced her from the table—making her swivel chair move back. She petted the Spirit's head, rubbing her palm against his head. Meow Wow chirped happily before jumping down from her lap to roll on the floor. "He's really excited—I guess he likes meeting new people." She said.

Uraraka kneeled down to pet the creature. "He's too cute!"

"What's his name?" Jirou asked, staring at the cat-dog as Uraraka and Hagakure seem to pamper it with pats and belly rubs.

"Meow Wow."

"That's not very creative at all…"

"Oi, Leonhart." The people surrounding Hikari's desk froze when they heard Aizawa's voice from the front. The yellow sleeping bag was zipped up to his neck and the only thing they could see was his face. He peeked his head out from the podium, staring intensely at the brunette who sat calmly on her chair. "Don't use your Quirk in class. Get rid of it before I give you detention." He scolded sternly.

Hikari gave a defeated sigh. "Okay, okay…" she raised her hands up in defeat and summoned the Spirit away.

Izuku placed his hand on his chin. 'That creature… it seems familiar…' the boy turned around in his seat and grabbed his backpack, pulling out his notebook. He silently skimmed through the pages and stopped at the most recent analysis he made. His eyes widened in realization when the creature inside his notebook and the creature Hikari summoned were the same—despite being different species. 'Could it be? Is she the one who was involved in the villain attack?!' he glanced over his shoulder, staring at the girl.

There was a bell—signaling the end of fourth period.

"Class dismissed…" Aizawa drawled out lazily. "Not you, Leonhart."

Said Leonhart gave a loud groan as she slumps in her seat. She pushed herself up from her comfy chair and made her way to the front, waving her hand to her classmates who exited the classroom to go to lunch.

The pro hero suddenly dumped all of the papers in Hikari's arms—who seemed to just take it confusedly. He tucked his sleeping bag under his arm and exited the classroom. The brunette took that as a sign for her to follow him with the papers he just gave. If he wanted her to help, then he should've just asked. She thought that he would've given her some sort of extra lecture or something.

"Just because you sit at the back, doesn't mean that I didn't notice you using your phone, Leonhart." Aizawa spoke out of the blue, surprising the girl.

'Ah, spoke to soon…'

"Er—you caught me red handed." Hikari couldn't deny the fact. She kept checking her phone every now and then from under the table. Because no one was sitting beside her, no one reported her bad behavior to the teacher. It wasn't that she was playing games on her phone. She was checking for any emergency calls from the committee. There have been a few times the committee called her for an emergency involving the Heartless and neither of those Heartless were pretty. "I was just wondering when Ma's gonna call—she promised to call me this morning, but she hasn't." she lied, giving a short laugh to cover her nervousness.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. He was sure that she moved to Musutafu with her parents. "You're living alone?"

"They're a little busy at the moment. Out of town for a few days to finish business." Hikari lied again.

The two of them arrived in front of the teachers' office. "I'll handle it from here." He took the papers from the girl's arms. With his free hand, he held it out to the girl, motioning his hand for her to give him her phone. Hikari pulled her phone out from her pocket, locking it first by pressing the button on the right side. "You can have this back after school. I'd be sure to inform you if your mother calls. Don't think of it as special treatment. The next time I see you using your phone during class, I'll confiscate this till the end of the year and it's straight to detention, Leonhart."

The door to the teachers' office slammed shut right in front of the brunette's face.

A loud sigh of relief escaped the keyblade wielder's lips. It was a good thing Ienzo designed the phone so it can only be opened by her—if she locked it first that is. The data inside her phone was designed to be connected to the main server Ienzo created. Since she tends to break her phone beyond repair—all data was immediately backed up to the main server when she entered it in her phone.

She can't have her own teacher snooping her phone. It was filled with things he shouldn't know.

Though, if they do want to break into her phone—they would have to go through the top-notch firewalls specially designed by Tron himself. It's nearly impossibly for anyone to bypass the system.

"I'm hungry…"

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Hikari glanced left and right, trying to find either her classmates or the purple-haired troll. It was a shame the pro hero—Lunch Rush didn't have beef stew and mashed potatoes. No matter how much she missed Aerith's cooking, she opted to have the homemade special curry instead. Her eyes spotted someone with lilac hair sitting alone at the last row of tables.

"Hey! Shinsou!" She called out with a grin on her face. A few students turned their head at her direction, giving her weird looks.

Said boy turned his head to the source, staring at her before presuming to eat his meal.

"What?!" Hikari marched up to the boy's table. "Hey, you're ignoring me again! I thought we're friends!" she huffed out, placing her tray across from him.

Shinsou didn't pay any attention—nor did he mind the brunette taking a seat in front of him. "We are?" he said lazily.

"Was that a question?" Hikari frowned at him, giving the stink eyes. When he didn't reply, she let out a huff and began eating. Since he didn't tell her to beat it or leave him alone—she assume that she's allowed to sit with him. "So… you survived P.E., huh?" she drawled out, trying to start a conversation.

"Seems like it." Shinsou answered.

The silence came back.

"Errr—that seems good. What menu was it?"

"Miso salmon."

"…nice weather we're having, yeah?"

"I don't care."

Hikari stayed quiet after that, taking a spoonful of her rice and curry. It almost seems like Shinsou didn't want her to be sitting in his table. The conversation always ended up dead between them and Hikari thought she could at least keep the conversation going between them. Shinsou and that freckled boy were particularly the ones she knew the longest in this school—it was natural of her to always be looking for them. Though, her classmates seemed nice—albeit a little cold.

"Hey," Shinsou called, making the brunette jolt a little since it was always her who was staring the conversation. He had finished his lunch and was now staring at her. "What class are you in? I didn't see you in 1-D or E. Support or Business?" he asked.

The brunette seemed to brighten up. "I'm in—" before she could even finish her sentence, a bell rang loudly. The two of them looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. "I'm pretty sure we still have 20 minutes until class starts…" she said.

"Security level 3 has been breech. All students, please evacuate."

Students began to leave their seats panickily, leaving their unfinished meals behind.

Hikari turned around in her seat and continued to eat.

"Are you an idiot? They told us to evacuate." Shinsou hissed as he stood up from his seat and quickly, but calmly went around the table to Hikari's side—who was probably the only student eating at this time.

"I ain't gonna—Hey! At least let me take my pudding!"

It didn't even take a minute and everything was already in chaos as everyone tried to leave through the double doors all at once.

"Whoa—!" Both Hikari and Shinsou were at the back as they watch students push and shove each other. The brunette's eyes widened when someone shoved a girl out of the way, making her fall down. She quickly went over to help the girl up. "Hey, calm down! We're in a hero school! There's a lot of heroes here, so there's nothing to be worried about!" she shouted, trying to calm the panic.

All her words went to deaf ears.

"It's no use." Shinsou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. It was impossible for them to get through now. "Might as well accept faith and die from a villain attack." he said rather sarcastically.

"C'mon, don't be such a downer." Hikari scolded him. She turned her attention to the girl and helped her up. "You okay though?"

The orange-haired girl smiled. "Yeah, thanks for asking."

"Everyone!"

Hikari turned her head to the exit. "Iida? What's he doing?" the guy was stuck on the wall above the exit sign.

"Everything's fine!" Iida yelled so boldly, making everyone stop and turn their attention to him. "It's just the press! There's nothing to panic about. We're fine! This is U.A.!"

Hikari doubts that some ordinary press could bypass U.A.'s barrier gates, but she kept quiet—not wanting to cause anymore panic.

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"Go ahead, class president."

"W—We'd like to choose the other student council members! But—before that…" Izuku fumbled with his words, trying to form the correct sentence. It was hard since all eyes were on his now. After the whole panic incident in the cafeteria, the teachers came and assured everyone that they're no villains inside the school. They were all told to go back into their class to continue the lesson. "I believe that Iida is better suited to be class president." He raised his chin up, smiling at the boy sitting at the back.

Yaoyorozu raised an eyebrow, staring at Izuku with a confused look. "Class president?"

The green-haired boy smiled. "You all saw how well he led everyone in that crisis. I think… he's the correct one for the job." he explained, waiting for Iida's confirmation.

"Yeah! Iida really showed his stuff back in the cafeteria!" Kirishima cheered, completely agreeing with the idea of Iida being class rep instead of Izuku.

Kaminari nodded his head in agreement, "He was like a beacon pointing to the emergency exit!" he joked.

Iida gave Izuku a nod as he stood up from his seat. "I will accept the job!"

"You can do it, Mr. Exit Sign!"

"Exit-Sign Iida!"

"Do your best, class rep!"

Hikari grinned, propping her chin up on the table. Her classmates in Destiny Islands weren't always this excited or lively. The only loud ones in her school were probably herself and Tidus—with sometimes Sora joining over the loud duo.

The lessons went by smoothly.

"Leonhart." The bell had rung, ending the last lesson of the day. Hikari just finished putting all of her things inside her back when Aizawa called her to the front again. She made her way towards the front, passing by the line of students who were still getting ready to leave. "Don't do it again." the man said as he handed the phone back to her.

Hikari gave a two-finger salute. "Aye, aye, captain."

The pro hero's eye twitched at Hikari's aloofness to a teacher. "It's 'yes, sir.'"

"Aye, aye, yes sir!"

Aizawa was beginning to doubt the 'good student behavior' in her middle school report card.

The brunette had bid her homeroom teacher goodbye.

"Uh—um, w—wait!" Izuku gulped, twiddling his fingers nervously. He excused himself first from Iida and Uraraka, saying that he has to catch up with the new student before she leaves. He spotted her right at the bottom of the stairs and he quickly gained her attention when she saw him following her. "L—Leonhart?"

The brunette turned her attention to the freckled boy standing behind her. "Midoriya Izuku, right? Or was is Midoriya Deku?" she hummed to herself, trying to remember the boy's name. She was sure Aizawa wrote it the former while that temperamental ash-blond called him the latter. "Anyway, what's up? You need something?" she asked, casually crossing her hands behind her neck.

"It's Midoriya Izuku actually…" Izuku suddenly gave a ninety-degree bow. "I—I want to apologize about your phone." He fidgeted with the hem of his blazer, his eyes casted down to hide his embarrassment.

"This again? I thought I told you that it's okay." Hikari sighed as she reached inside her pocket, pulling out her phone. She showed it to the boy, trying to ease his worries. "See? It's all fixed up! There's nothing for you to be apologizing about."

"Oh… then—then are you okay after that villain attack?" Izuku asked, looking at her in concern and worry as the two moved aside to let the other students walk. They stood in the side, watching as students filled the hallways. "I notice that the animal you have at class and the one in the news are similar—I'm sorry if this sounded so rude!" he quickly added an apology.

'He's got a sharp mind.' Hikari noted. Neither of her classmates seemed to notice it—or they just choose to ignore her. "It's fine. I'm doing better than ever actually. If I'm not okay, then I wouldn't even be here, right?" she asked him with a lopsided grin.

Izuku gave a slow nod.

"Midoriya!"

"Deku! We've finally caught up!"

Both Uraraka and Iida met Izuku and Hikari by the stairs as they made their way down. The cheerful brunette jumped over the last two steps and greeted both Izuku and the new student. She glanced over to the two of them before a bright smile appeared across her face.

"You two seemed to know each other very well!" Uraraka chirped.

"Not exactly. We bumped into each other weeks ago." Hikari explained and Izuku began to explain how the bump into each other—quite literally. The group of friends walked together to the shoe lockers. "I never would've thought to see him again in U.A. Apparently, it's a small world, huh?" she joked.

Uraraka giggled behind her hand. "You can say that again!"

The world is much bigger than they thought.

It wasn't a coincidence.

It was destiny.

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"Eh? You're not wearing your hero costume too, Hikari?" Uraraka tilted her head when she saw Hikari sitting on one of the benches.

Turns out both Hikari and Uraraka used the same subway—though, Hikari lives further away than Uraraka. The keyblade wielder's station was four stops away from where Uraraka lives. They decided to hang out before going back home and became instant friends with how friendly Infinite girl is. Hikari insisted on Uraraka calling her by her first name—instead of Leon's surname. She was still not used to be called Leonhart. Sometimes, she doesn't respond when her classmates call her that.

Hikari turned her attention to the two approaching her. "The support company aren't finish with my costume yet." She looked down to her P.E. uniform. She doubts that it will done anytime soon. For the time being, she would just use her tracksuit uniform. "Besides, the tracksuit is actually comfy! And plus, we matched!" she pointed her finger to the boy standing beside Uraraka.

It was her second day at U.A. and they already began rescue training.

To say that she wasn't excited was an understatement. She heard of the amazing facility U.A. has to offer—that includes a large training facility that could be the same size as the small island in Destiny Islands, bigger maybe. The whole school ground was already huge as a start and Aizawa said it will take them one bus ride to reach the dome. It almost feels like U.A. is a small town of its own.

"A—Ah, yes!" Izuku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

There was a whistle.

"Everyone, please line up according to your ID numbers and board the bus in an orderly fashion!" Iida stood in front of the bus's door, blowing into his whistle.

"He sure is excited." Hikari pushed herself off from the bench and followed both Izuku and Uraraka into the bus.

The keyblade wielder chose to sit at the back where she can chat with both Uraraka and Yaoyorozu. She folded her arms on top of their seats and continue to listen to everyone's conversation.

"I say whatever comes to mind," the frog-girl, Asui said, making the brunette turn to look at her. "Midoriya."

"Y—Yes, Asui?" Said boy responded.

"Call me Tsuyu." Asui insisted and Izuku could only stutter out a quiet yes. "Your quirk is like All Might's."

Hikari had never seen Izuku's quirk before. She had never seen any of her classmates' quirks before. The only ones she knew were her homeroom teacher and Uraraka. All of her classmates knew of her 'quirk' because of her demonstration yesterday—though it was only part of it.

"Wait a sec, Tsuyu. All Might doesn't get hurt when he uses his. Their quirk just kind of looked the same." The red-haired boy said, pointing out the difference between both quirks. He leaned back against his seat, a smile on his lips. "But it's nice to have a simple strength-enhancing quirk. you can do a lot of flashy stuff! My hardening's strong against others, but unfortunately it doesn't look like much…" he raised his arms and his skin suddenly hardened—similar to something of a rock.

Hikari blinked. "That's actually pretty cool." She commented, taking note of her classmate's ability.

Kirishima turned to face her. "You think so?"

"Yeah!" The brunette gave him a thumbs up, a big grin on her face.

Izuku completely agreed. "I also think it's really cool! It's a quirk that can definitely pass as a pro's!"

"A pro's, huh? But you have to think about popularity too, you know…" Kirishima said.

"My Navel Laser is pro-level in both flashiness and strength." the blond boy named Aoyama said from across Kirishima.

Ashido placed her hand on the boy's shoulder. "But it's not great that it gives you a stomachache." She bluntly pointed out.

'So, quirks do have drawbacks…' Hikari thought to herself.

"Well if you're talking about strong and cool—that'd be Todoroki and Bakugou." Kirishima turned his head to the ash-blond sitting next to Jirou. The boy seemed to notice the attention he was receiving, but decided to ignore it. The bi-colored boy on the other hand just continue to sleep.

"Bakugou's always mad, so he doesn't seem like he'll be popular." Asui croaked.

"What was that?! You wanna fight?"

"See?"

"Pffft." Hikari stifled a laugh behind her hand.

Bakugou turned is head to look at her sharply. "What are you laughing at?" he growled, veins popping left and right. "Compared to me, you're nothing but an extra!"

"Ka—Kacchan!" Izuku gulped. It must've been quite surprising for the new student to be bullied on her second day of school. "He—He didn't mean it, Leonhart!" he quickly apologized for his friend.

"HAH? I mean every word of it! And don't fucking apologize for me, shitty Deku!" Bakugou growled, glaring down at the poor boy who just shrunk in his seat.

"Hey! Don't curse at him!" Hikari pointed her finger at him.

Bakugou glared. "What?"

"H—Hey, Bakugou—" Kirishima tried to pull the two apart.

"You wanna fight? Bring it, you coward!"

Everyone turned their head sharply at Hikari's direction. They didn't expect the new student would be so bold in her insults.

"What was that, you damn extra?!" Bakugou exploded, sparks emitting from his palm.

Kaminari seemed to agree with the brunette, "We haven't known each other that long, so it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage. Even the new girl seems to think so too and she hasn't even known you for a day."

If it wasn't for Jirou sitting beside him, Bakugou would've jumped at the blond and the brunette. "What's with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill the both of you!"

Yaoyorozu sighed, staring at the bickering trio with a disapproving look. "What a vulgar conversation."

Uraraka smiled. "But I like stuff like this too."

Aizawa who was at the front seemed to have enough of his loud pupils. "We're here. Stop messing around." his eyes seemed to flash bright red for a brief moment, giving a warning to the trio at the back.

Hikari instantly backed down, giving one last glare to the ash-blond when their eyes met. "We'll see each other in training." She whispered, leaning a bit to the side.

"Can't wait for it." a murderous grin was seen across the ash-blond's face.

Izuku gulped. "But this is a rescue training…"

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"Everyone, I've been waiting for you."

Izuku thought that it would be best to separate both Hikari and Bakugou for a while. He stood right beside the brunette, separating her from the equally short-tempered teen. His worry was suddenly wiped away when a pro hero in a space suit came to greet them.

"It's the space hero, Thirteen! The gentlemanly hero who has rescued tons of people from disasters!" Izuku fanboyed, covering his mouth at the sight at one of the heroes in his notebook.

Uraraka smiled. "I love Thirteen!" she said excitedly.

Thirteen nodded at them. "Let's go inside without delay."

"We look forward to working with you!" the class chorus, bowing their head in respect.

Hikari's eyes met with Bakugou's—to which the boy replied with a murderous glare. The two walked at the back of the class, Aizawa watching them from behind.

"What's with that look, you fucking extra?" Bakugou clicked his tongue as he walked beside the brunette.

Hikari's footsteps seemed to grow heavier and she stomped her way over to the entrance of the dome. "It's my face, porcupine." A visible vein popped on her forehead.

"You wanna go, Newbie?"

"Bring it, Toilet Brush."

Suddenly Aizawa's scarf wrapped themselves around Bakugou's and Hikari's forehead, separating them both. "Save it for later, brats." He retracted his scarf back when both teens were a few feet away. "Hurry up and get inside."

Both of them glared at each other for one last time before making their way inside the dome to join with their classmates.

The dome was bigger on the inside, filled with five different locations. It almost looked like a theme park in the brunette's eyes.

"There's the flood zone, the landslide zone, conflagration zone, et cetera— it is a training ground that I made with different types of accidents and disasters. It's called the Unforeseen Simulation Joint or USJ for short!"

Hikari whistled. "Wow~"

Aizawa walked towards Thirteen, exchanging a few words that neither the students could hear.

"The height of irrationality…" Aizawa suddenly said, confusing the students. "So be it. Let's get started." He announced to the students before walking towards the wall to lean against it.

"Before we do, I have one or two points… or three… four… five… six…" Thirteen trailed off. He cleared his throat and continued. "As I'm sure many of you are aware, my quirk is called Black Hole. It can suck in and tear apart anything."

Izuku smiled. "And you've used it to save people in all sorts of disasters!"

"Indeed." Thirteen confirmed. "However, my power could easily kill. I've no doubt there are some among you with similar abilities. In our super-powered society, the use of quirks is heavily restricted and monitored. It may seem that system is a stable one. But we must never forget that it only takes one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for people to die."

'Huh…' Hikari kept listening to Thirteen's speech. 'It's kinda similar to the World Order rule.' She placed her hand on her chin, trying to memorize Thirteen's words.

"During Aizawa's physical fitness test, you came to learn of you own hidden potential." Thirteen continued. "Through All Might's battle training, you experienced the danger that your respective quirks can pose to others."

'Now I feel a little left out…' Hikari sighed a little.

"This class will show you a new perspective! You will learn how to utilize your quirks to save lives! Your powers are not meant to inflict harm. I hope you leave here today with the understanding that you're meant to help people. That is all! Thank you for listening!"

Everyone clapped their hands at the end of Thirteen's speech.

'Thirteen's cool! What he said are all true!' Hikari couldn't help but feel touched by Thirteen's words. The keyblade is created to protect, not to inflict harm on others or cause chaos. It was a lesson Mickey gave her from the moment she began training under him.

"Alright then, let's start—" Aizawa stopped when the lights began to flicker on and off.

'This… isn't a good sign…' Hikari stood on guard. It was a never good sign when the lights began to switch on and off. Her eyes glanced around, trying to find something out of the ordinary other than the lights. Her eyes caught something in the distance—right at the center of USJ. A dark portal appeared and it reminded her so much of the Dark Corridors. Her body tensed a little when someone came out—followed by another and another, until it was a whole army of evil looking villains. 'Bad guys!'

Kirishima squinted his eyes to get a better look. "What's that? More battle robots like the entrance exam?"

"Don't move!" Aizawa shouted, stopping his students from taking another move. "Thirteen, protect the students!"

"Mr. Aizawa?"

"Those are villains!" Aizawa said, straightly to the point.

Hikari narrowed her eyes, of all the time the villains had to show up, it has to be now. She wanted to summon her keyblade and help protect everyone, but it brings so many questions that she can't afford to let her cover be blown. So far, she found no news about a keyblade wielder in the City of Heroes for the span of years. She checked the older news as well and there was not a single mention. It was safe to say that she can use it, but on the other hand in one of the reports Ienzo found—Xehanort mentioned someone he met, a villain by the content. The report was cut there and the next page was missing.

They concluded that the keyblade is some sort of a villain secret or an underground secret.

"Thirteen and Eraserhead, is it? According to the staff schedule I received the other day, All Might is supposed to be here." The portal spoke as a face began to form from the black smoke.

Aizawa clicked his tongue, his scarf floating around him when he placed his yellow goggles on. "Of course, that whole incident was this scum's doing."

The blue-haired man with disembodied hands threw his head back with an exasperated sigh. "Where is he…? We've come all this way… and brought so many playmates… All Might… the Symbol of Peace… is he here?"

Hikari could feel Hagakure inching closer to her and she stood in front of her, holding her arm out protectively to shield the invincible girl.

The man turned to look at the group of kids, his eyes gleaming red with insanity.

"I wonder if some dead kids will bring him here?"