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Aizawa looked at the piece of paper in his hands and then at the building in front of him. The Bean Palace was a small café in the middle of the city. The café was decorated in the shape of a cute cat and for a brief moment, he wondered if there were any cats or if the waitress dressed in cosplay. He prayed to god that the latter was not the case because he would tell Uzumaki to work somewhere else.

Shaking his head, the young man pushed the door open and entered the café. The café was decorated with pictures of cute kittens and several of the waitress had a cat ear headband, but other than that, the coffee shop was a normal place. In fact, it was warm and friendly with the warm colours and the happy smiles of the waiters and the waitress.

"Welcome, sir!" Aizawa turned his head and looked at the waitress with the smile. "Can you wait just one moment? There might be a table that will become free soon."

He thinned his lips. "I'm not here to drink coffee…I'm here to see your boss about one of your fellow waitress."

The young woman frowned at him and glanced at the cashier, where a middle aged man stood with his arms behind his back as he leaned against the chair. Was that his student's boss? Well, he seemed to be a very relaxed person since he did not seem to panic despite the many customers. Then again, it was proof that his café was doing really well.

In fact looking around the café, he noticed that most of the customers were either students or old women with their grandchildren.

"Hikaru tells me that you want to talk to me about one of my waitress?" The owner said, snapping Aizawa from his observations. Aizawa turned to look at the balding middle-aged man, who had a weary look on his face. He nodded his head at the man's question and this earned a sigh from the man.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man gestured for him to take a seat in one of the few empty tables. He thinned his lips and debated about whether or not, he needed to sit down. Was there any point for them to sit down? Yes, they might need to have a talk but it might not take long. It would not hurt him if he decided to have a seat and talk to the man that hired his student.

"Would you like coffee or tea?" The middle aged man asked him as he waved his hand to the waitress.

"You heard the boy, bring him some tea and I want an Irish Coffee." The young woman scribbled down the order and scurried to the kitchen. The owner rubbed his forehead as he stared at the waitress, looking concern about the woman. "Now which one of my waitress, do you want to talk about?"

"Naruto Uzumaki."

The bald man groaned. "What the hell did the brat do this time? Is she falling behind in one of her subjects? I told the brat that if she is falling behind in her schoolwork then she needs to cut down her working hours."

"Uzumaki has not done anything."

The man nodded. "If the kid hasn't done anything then why are you here?"

"There are couple of things that I am concern about when it comes to your worker," Aizawa admitted, taking the cup of tea from the waitress hand. The bald man thinned his lips at his words before putting a blank face. Hmm, did the man have an idea on what his concern was? And if he did then was he willing to tell him everything that he needed to know?

"What do you want to know when it comes to the brat?"

"What do you know about Naruto?"

"Not a lot," the man rubbed his chin. "But I know that the kid will work herself to death if I allowed her. If it were not for the fact that the kid has no one to rely on then I would order her not to work so much. Even then, she will tell me that she wants to keep herself busy."

This did not surprise him since his student's form informed him that she worked six times a week. However, it did surprise him that his young student wanted to keep herself busy. Why would she want to keep busy? Was there a chance that his student went through something traumatic? Or was there something else that he had not considered.

"Do you know anything else?"

"The kid might smile and act happy but she is not really that happy," the boss took a sip of his coffee. "If anything, the kid is suffering from her sadness but she won't let anyone in."

"And how do you know this?"

"My quirk allows me to see emotions," the boss admitted. "And while the kid pretends to be happy, I can literally see the emotions flowing through her. If it was not for the fact that I know the brat is stubborn then I would tell her to go through therapy."

"Therapy?"

"To be honest, I should have made her go through therapy from the moment I saw her," the middle-aged man said, rubbing his shoulders. "She was a starving thirteen-year-old girl and who was willing to steal my food to get it. If it was not for the fact that I feel her emptiness and the lingering pain inside of her, I would have called the police."

"Naruto was starving?"

"It was obvious from the way that she kept eying my pasta," the boss chuckled. "God if it wasn't for the fact that I was willing to give her more food, the girl would have fled and refused my suggestion for her to go to school. In fact, I told her that if she wanted to repay me then she needed to go to school and work in my café."

"You asked her to work for you? I would have thought that it was the other way around."

"I had a feeling that she didn't have anyone to keep an eye on her and just last year, she confirmed my theory," the man admitted. He placed his hands against his cheeks. "And to be honest, I am starting to see Naruto like another daughter. It is really hard for someone not to care for her."

"Does Naruto ever talk about her past?"

"Only that she lost her parents when she was a baby," The boss grimaced. "But that is all. She doesn't tell anyone about what is going through her head or why she is always in pain. In fact, she has barely open up to anyone and I am no psychologist but I know it isn't healthy."

"How about friends? Do you know any of her friends that isn't in U.A High?"

"Does Naruto even let herself have time to meet them? Even though I have seen her classmates come and go through the school, not once had she allowed herself to hang out with them." The boss complained. "Any boss would be happy to have such a hard-working girl but I am not cruel."

Aizawa stared at the frustrated man and mulled over what he had just confirmed. Everything that the man had described when it came to his student were the signs of someone suffering, but he could not confirm what the girl was suffering from. There were several ideas running through his head about what could be the mental disease but none of them made sense until he got to the bottom of her past.

If the girl had a lack of trust and was not close to anyone then he would need to fix that, wouldn't he?

The next day

"Good work with yesterday's battle training."

Naruto yawned and looked up from her table to see her homeroom teacher holding a bunch of papers. What the hell were those papers for? Did they have to fill in another form? What was it with school and forms? She rubbed her eyes and listened half-heartedly as the man explained to them that he looked over their results and evaluations from All-Might.

She forced herself to smile at Aizawa when he turned his tired eyes at her. The man thinned his lips before turning his attention to Bakugou, who had a tense look on his face. Was he going to get into trouble? He did nearly destroyed the building and got everyone hurt? Then again, she was not exactly a perfect example too. There had been times when her recklessness had gotten her into trouble.

Too many times to count if you asked Iruka.

"Bakugou, you need to grow up already," Aizawa declared. "You should stop wasting your talent."

Her classmate gritted his teeth. "I got it."

Naruto knitted her eyebrows when she heard those words. Was he not going to throw a trantrum like he always did? Was he actually growing up? The world must be ending. She pinched herself, earning a giggle from Mina. The tickle of pain told her that she was not under a genjutsu. For the first time since she met her fellow blonde, he had shown that he was willing to listen.

"It seems that Midoriya ended yet another day with a broken arm," their teacher said, looking down at the paper on the top of the pile. "You need to learn how to control your quirk because just trying isn't going to cut it. I don't know how many times I have to repeat it until you get the message. However you do have potential, presuming that you can overcome this."

Izuku flushed red at those words and Naruto almost had the urge to tease her friend. If it was not for the fact that their teacher was going to scold her, she would have teased him for his tomato-like face. Instead, she just had to settle for a chuckle and wait for the man to call out their names before going back to his lair. When five seconds passed and there was no sign that he was going to call out their names, the blonde began to worry.

"I am going to talk to all of you about homeroom business," Aizawa said. "But today you will pick your vice-president."

"Our vice-president? What about our class president?" Iida questioned.

"I have already chosen your class president for you," Everyone blinked their eyes and Naruto felt a sense of horror when the tired man fixed his eyes on her. "Naruto will be the class president."

"Why me? Shouldn't we have a vote on this? I mean there are better candidates then me!"

Their teacher thinned his lips. "Normally, we would have a vote on this but I have my reasons for making you the class president."

What reasons would he have to make such a big mistake? For all he knew, she might be the worse leader that their class would ever have. If she was lucky and found someone with a dimension hoping quirk then she might be out of here in two weeks. This was a big mistake. Honestly, she could name several people that could lead better than her.

He must be insane.

"Aizawa-sensei must have seen your leadership qualities," Iida said before anyone could argue with their teacher about his actions. "And it is normal that the one with the best heroic qualities should be the one that lead us."

What leadership quality? And what was so heroic about her? She could only talk to people and that was it. It was not like she could grab people's attention and tell them what to do. When Naruto was in Team Seven, it was either Kakashi-sensei or Sasuke that was calling all the shots. Not once had they ever allowed her to voice out her thoughts and she had been content since she was an idiot.

What the hell was that man thinking?

She placed her head on the table and listened half-heartedly as her classmates debated about who was going to become Vice-President. What could be the reason for Aizawa choosing her? She already had too many things on her plate when it came to finding a way back home, work and figuring out a way to save her best friend. Her workload should be enough for the man to give her mercy.

This man was more troublesome than she thought he would be.

"Mind if I take a seat?"

Todoroki blinked his eyes when he saw that his class president was taking a seat in front of him. Why did the girl asked if she was going to take a seat anyway? And didn't she usually sit with Midoriya and his friends? He flickered his eyes towards the group and then to Uzumaki, who had a large smile plastered on her lips. Was it normal for her to give such huge smiles? It felt almost fake.

"Why did you ask me when you already decided to take a seat? And don't you always sit with Midoriya?"

The blonde shrugged her shoulder. "I have been told that it is polite and yeah I always sit with him, but I felt like I needed to get to know the quietest guy in our class. I can't really call myself the Class President if I don't even know who the hell you are."

"It has been three days."

"I'm not good with names," she snapped her chopsticks. "I am good with faces but not so much with names, not unless I find their names weird or if the guy is an asshole. Since you haven't done anything, I can't remember your name."

"You have a way with words."

"Did you just make a joke?"

He blinked his eyes and knitted his eyebrows together as the blond-haired girl cracked a small smile. Out of all the smiles that he had seen from his classmate, this felt like the sunshine shinning on him. It was just so binding that he had to turn his face from her. Was it normal for someone to be so binding? In fact, when was the last time someone gave him such a warm smile?

When he thought about it, his mother hadn't given him many warm smiles.

"I just said a fact."

"It sounded like sarcasm," the girl replied before shoving some ramen in her face. "It is fine since I didn't even think you can say anything with any emotions."

"What are you trying to say?"

"You are like a robot since you don't show any emotions," she explained, giving him a smile. "I find it weird that Bakugou is always angry but I haven't seen anyone that doesn't show any emotions at all. Even my best friend showed emotions…unless you count scowling as an emotion."

He thinned his lips when he saw the smile on her lips did not reflect the sadness in her eyes. He always saw the girl joking around with Mina and arguing with Bakugou, but not once had he ever seen in sadness. In the corner of his eye, he could see Bakugou scowling at them. Why was the blond-haired boy scowling at him? Was there something that he did not know?

He glanced at Uzumaki, who continued to speak with so much enthusiasm, and then to Bakugou and his friends. Kirishima kept flickering his eyes towards them before whispering to his friends, earning a larger scowl from the blond-haired boy.

"Are you and Bakugou close?"

"We used to do projects together and we were paired up," Naruto replied. "But we are not really that close."

RING.

Everyone began screaming at the ring. He could only watch with blank eyes as everyone stood up from the chair before stampeding towards the exit. Shoto glanced at his classmate, who had a strange look in her eyes before glancing everywhere. She stood up from the table and looked out to the window, where there was nothing but the trees.

"Uzumaki, we need to leave."

"Why can I feel it?" Uzumaki muttered, shaking her head. "And why do we need to leave?"

"Can't you hear the alarms?"

"I can hear them but we are not in danger," the blond-haired girl replied. "If we were in danger then there would be teachers coming in here but they aren't here. The only question is why were the alarms rung?" She frowned and looked out at the windows before grimacing. "Never mind, I know the answer to that question. We got reporters."

"Shoto, I need you to freeze off the entrance." He blinked his eyes and the girl sighed. "We need a way to get their attention and while I would stomp my feet on the ground, it would cause damage."

He nodded and did as she requested.

With the entrance frozen off, the crowds began to yell and scream for help and Shoto wondered how the girl was going to calm everyone down. He did not know much about his classmate, only that she was very warm and caring if her yelling at Bakugou was of any indication.

"Can all of you stop panicking like a bunch of babies?"

Or maybe not.

Everyone stopped their screaming and turned their eyes on his calm classmate, who had her arms folded against her chest. They blinked their eyes at the tiny girl, who slipped her hands into her skirt's pocket. She jerked her head to the window and for the first time, Shoto noticed that there were reporters inside the school grounds. Was that the reason for his classmate being calm? It made sense.

"There is nothing to worry about since we have a bunch of reporters inside the building," Uzumaki informed them. "Now how they got in is a different story. Another thing, which one of you people are seniors?"

Several people raised their hands up and the girl snorted.

"Instead of panicking like a bunch of babies, you should have been reassuring us and telling us juniors about leaving in an orderly manner," they flinched. "Another thing, you of all people should have known that the heroes would not have left us alone if there were intruders here. I am a first-year and I know this. You should be ashamed of yourselves."

"S-Sorry." The seniors muttered.

"Now can everyone go back to their seats and finish their food? We still have ten more minutes of break time."

Everyone nodded and slowly went back to their seats, earning a sigh from his classmate. The girl rubbed the sides of her head before looking back to her bowl of ramen. Shrugging her shoulder, Naruto returned back to eating her noodles and acting like nothing ever happened.

Perhaps Aizawa-sensei was right in making the girl their class president.

~X~

"Today, All Might, myself and one other hero will supervise your basic hero training," Aizawa declared to them after the disaster that Naruto called their break. The man looked irritable and to be honest, the blond-haired girl could not blame him since he would have been forced to deal with those reporters. She glanced out at the window, where she could see nothing but trees.

If she hadn't seen those reporters then Naruto would have thought that he would be here, which was stupid because no one found him. It was just her imagination but there was a nagging thought that told her that maybe she wasn't being stupid.

No, he could not be here.

He would have contacted her, wouldn't he? Her best-friend wouldn't have abandon her. It wasn't like him to abandon her. They had been friends for so long that it would be cruel for him to do something like this. Yup, it had to be her imagination.

'He did try to kill you so it would not be far-fetched for him to abandon us.'

"What are we doing exactly?" Sero asked.

"We are going to be preparing you for disaster reliefs from the fires to floods," Aizawa answered. "It is a rescue training!"

Rescue training? Could she do well in it? She could not even rescue her friend from that pedophile. She was a terrible person. It might be training but training could reflect her. She chewed on her lower lip and looked at her hands, which used to be stained in blood. Could she put the past behind her? And become a better hero. No, she needed to do this.

If she wanted to go back to Konoha then she might need some experience.

"It is up to each of you whether or not you want to wear your costumes," Aizawa-sensei informed them as he opened the lockers that contained their costumes. "Some of your costumes are ill-suited to this sort of activity. If that is all then get ready because we have a bus to catch."

Naruto nodded her head and went to her locker number. In the corner of her eye, she could see Todoroki flickering his eyes from her to Bakugou, who had an ugly scowl on his face. In fact when she thought about it, her fellow blonde had his eyes fixed on Todoroki. What was happening now? She didn't even think that those two knew each other.

Boys were weird, she decided as she made her way to the changing room.

"Naru-chan, you need to wake up. We arrived to USJ."

Naruto blinked and looked up from her seat to see Mina staring at her in concern. Had she fallen asleep as soon as she took a seat on the bus? She rubbed the back of her neck and followed her classmate to the large building. Everyone seemed so perky while she felt like a zombie. Maybe, the old man was right. It was time for her to cut down on the number of hours that she worked.

But she didn't want to keep thinking about the past.

The blonde did not miss the concern look from her teacher and for a brief moment, she wondered if her teacher knew about the number of hours that she worked. She hadn't actually specified the number of hours that she worked in the form since it would have gotten raised eyebrows from everyone.

"Welcome everyone to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint!"

Were they being trained by an astronaut? Naruto could not help but asked herself as the man began to drone on and on about the facility. She knew that the man wasn't actually an astronaut but he reminded her of the ones on television with his hero costume. The blond-haired girl felt her whole body shiver as a familiar energy washed over her.

Why was she feeling that energy again?

"Where is All Might?" Aizawa-sensei asked, snapping her from her thoughts. "I thought that he was meeting us here."

Oh right, their homeroom teacher had mentioned this to them and it was strange that the man was not here to supervise them. She glanced at her classmates, who were more concern about talking about their training then to talk about their missing supervisor. To be honest, she would be the same but Naruto could not feel enough energy to be enthusiastic.

Instead, she was more focused on the source of the familiar energy. No one in this world had chakra but there was someone in this area, who had chakra. How was it possible? Was it possible that she was wrong and Konoha was connected to this world? But she asked the doctors and they told her that there was no such thing as hidden villages or the land of fire.

She must be overthinking things.

"There are a couple of things that we need to get sorted," The hero informed them. "As I'm sure that many of you are aware, my quirk is called Blackhole and it can suck in and tear apart everything."

When that man put it in that way then Naruto could not help but think that the quirk was dangerous. She could only imagine the fear that he had when he was a kid. What if he sucked away his parents? Wouldn't that be cruel? You lived with your parents for a few years and then accidently killed them. Sometimes, she used to envy people that actually had quirks but it was times like these that she realized that she pitied them.

Quirks might be great but they could ruin people's lives.

"…In our super-powered society, the use of quirks are heavily restricted and monitored," the hero continued. "It may seem like that the system is a stable one, but we must never forget that it only takes one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for someone to die."

It did not need to be an uncontrollable quirk, Naruto mused to herself as she recalled her own experience with Sasuke. A person could suddenly decide to go mad and decide to kill the friend that was trying to be there for them. A person could go through some shitty things before deciding that they had enough. Wasn't that the reason her friend went mad?

Wasn't that why Sasuke nearly killed her?

"This class will show you a new perspective!" The astronaunt hero declared. "You will learn how to utilize your quirks to save lives. Your powers are not meant to inflict harm and I hope you leave here today with the understanding that you are meant to help people."

But what if you were afraid to use your abilities? Naruto could not help but asked herself. She knew her abilities could save people but if she allowed her emotions to grab hold of her then it would spell danger. For goodness sake, she nearly murdered her best friend because of her anger and sadness. There was no way that she could use the Kyuubi to save people.

"What the heck is that?" Kirishima yelled. "Are those battle robots? Like the ones during the entrance exam?"

Naruto turned her head around and stared at the black hole in the middle of the building. There were a couple of people coming out of the hole and even from here, she could feel their hatred and anger. It should not scare her but she could only focus her eyes on the person beside the messy light blue hair.

This must be a mistake.

They told her that she was alone.

"Uzumaki, what is wrong?" Todoroki asked.

She felt her legs buckle as the memories of the battle in the Valley of the End washed over her. For three years, Naruto spent half of her time worrying about him. She used to be worried that he was being hurt by Orochimaru. She had nightmares about that day. Every time she closed her eyes, she would remember the coldness in his eyes. The bastard nearly murdered her. He placed a hole in her chest and put her in this world with no one to ask for help.

"Sasuke is here."

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