I had a nightmare at one of the worst times to have a nightmare. It was about me, but not the same me that I know.

I sat in a large chair, my arms resting in their respective places and my legs crossed with a powerful aura within me. Shigaraki opened a door at the end of the large room I was in and silently walked toward me. He kneeled a few meters from my feet. "Master, we must depart soon."

"Very well, I will meet you shortly, Shigaraki Tomura," I said.

I walked into a large room filled with villains, all of whom made way for me as I walked and bowed as I passed. I walked up to Kurogiri in the center of the group. "Master." He bowed to me and opened up a gate. We teleported into a wide arena with several different areas appearing as different disasters. The USJ.

"Those are villains?!" I heard some kids say. I looked over to see Class 1-A standing in a huddle by the entrance. They were so scared… Each of them with frightened eyes and faces. Knees shaking and some nearly collapsing. Even Bakugou looked scared for a moment.

Aizawa gave his warnings to the class and began to fight his way towards me. "Nomu, go," Shigaraki said and began to itch his neck.

"No, wait." I held up my hand and the Nomu paused. "I'll handle this."

"B-but master! You can't—" Shigaraki began.

"It is quite alright, Shigaraki Tomura. He can't touch what he can't see." I switched behind Aizawa and elbowed him in the back of his head. Before he could counter, I swept him to the ground, face first. I placed my knee onto his back, grabbed his arm, placed my available foot on the other arm, and leaned into his ear and heard a few of his students yell in protest, not that I cared.

"Not so powerful now, huh, Aizawa Shouta?" I dislocated his should in a single, swift motion. "Now, where's All Might?"

"… Not here." Aizawa groaned. I raised Aizawa up by his hair and slammed his face into the ground. I heard a yelp from some of the students.

"Then you have no use for me. But…" I lifted his head back up and turned it toward his students. "You can watch your precious class die right in front of your eyes. Too bad you couldn't save them."

"Wait, no… stop." Aizawa tried to speak.

"Shhhh… Don't waste your breath. Nomu. Kill the students."

I woke up in a cold sweat. My hair was sticking to my face. My breathing was shallow and labored. "Oh my god. I sounded just like… All for One." A shiver went down my spine. Could I have really done that to Aizawa during the USJ? Is that what I could have become?

I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom sink. I splashed some water on my face and looked in the mirror. Dark-green, nearly-black hair was around three centimeters from the ends of my hair. I knew it would return to normal in a few hours, but it was not what I wanted to see the night before the Provisional License Exam, although I would be watching from a distance.

I looked over at my alarm clock. 2:04 it read. I had no chance of going back to sleep if I just hopped back into bed, so I tried something out.

I laid my back up against the side of my bed, crossed my legs, and began to meditate. I listened to the things I heard from outside of my window, felt the floor beneath me and the bed supporting my back, I smelled the air in my room. I tried to sort out the ideas in my head one at a time. I started with any issues I may have with Class 1-A and/or my teachers, then began working up through more difficult topics that dove into my past more. Then Asahi. I couldn't resolve that one in my head alone.

I looked up my alarm clock with tired eyes. It read 3:17. I hopped back into my bed and fell asleep with almost empty thoughts. Almost.

BEEP BEEP BEEEE— I smacked my alarm clock. I jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. I was never one of those people to sleep in and I doubt I could even try with all the excitement that was buzzing.

I headed to the bathroom and prepared myself. I put on my UA uniform, making sure there were no un-ironed wrinkles or creases beforehand. I put my hair—which had returned to its original dual-color percentage—in a ponytail and braided it. Sufficed with my look, I headed downstairs. I talked to a few other early-birds and ate my breakfast. After it got a little later and the common area began to crowd a bit, I made my way back upstairs—pausing for the occasional small talk.

I grabbed the briefcase that was underneath my desk and went back down to the first floor. Not much later did Class 1-A file onto a bus. That bus leads us to Takoba National Stadium. This is where Class 1-A would be taking their exam.

The Provisional License Exam was here.

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I think I am going to start publishing on Thursdays instead of Wednesdays now. The PLE (Provisional License Exam) arc is here! Ahhhh! Even though Asuga can't participate... I hope you guys will enjoy reading from her perspective! I might not publish on some of the coming days since I want the PLE to be as well-edited and fun-to-read as possible! And that includes having to go on hiatus for some chapters w. I'm still waiting for more questions from you guys for a Q&A!

Peace!