Chapter 10: Graduation

Two and a half years later…

The day before graduation: the most exciting day of class 3-B's lives. They didn't have classes that day, so all of the third years in U.A. were celebrating at the beach. There were people cooking at various barbeques and grills, playing volleyball, swimming, sunbathing, and generally having fun. About 50 yards offshore, Toschi raced across the water on his home-made jet ski, giving his friends rides. A beeper on his watch went off, and he slowed down, turning and accelerating towards the massive, 300-foot yacht a couple hundred yards away. Reikokuna's father had let the students party on his yacht as long as they didn't break it, and they were taking full advantage of it.

Riding the waves, Toschi laughed as Omakase leapt from the back seat, a web attached to the rear of the craft. A silk parachute billowed out behind him, and he soared into the air, whooping in excitement. As they approached the yacht, Omakase cut the line, riding the wind down to the helipad on the rear. Toschi glanced all around him and spied what he was looking for. He ramped off the large wave, backflipping through the air as he pressed a button on his watch. The jet ski began to fold in midair, compressing and disassembling itself, forming into a backpack that Toschi slipped over his shoulders as he landed on the deck of the boat to the cheers of his classmates, rolling to a halt.

In the two years after he left the hero program, Toschi had quickly rose above all of Power Loader's other students, not in the quantity of inventions he created, but in the sheer brilliance they exuded. The portable jet ski he made was only the third project he had built in his final year, and his eighth in total, including his suit. His suit, along with all of the nanobots in it, had been destroyed after the cataclysmic battle against the nuclear villain, and all that remained was his broken visor. He had rebuilt it into a set of goggles that he wore on his forehead at all times, giving him a steampunk-esque vibe. He had upset all odds and became the first student outside of the hero course to win the Sports Festival, winning in both his second and third years, one of only a few students to ever go undefeated. Despite not being a hero anymore, he had continued to train on his own, honing his Quirk to the point of being able to virtually sweep the floor with an opponent before they even realized he had done anything.

Sasaki and Shikora came out of the galley, brandishing food galore. Sasaki had his massive arms filled with all sorts of delicacies, and Shikora levitated over an entire table full of food. Over the summer of her second year, Shikora had discovered that her Quirk allowed her to control and manipulate not the paper itself, but the wood it was made of. With lots of practice, she expanded her abilities to give herself control over wooden objects up to the size of a car, able to manipulate its shape and density, just as she could with paper.

Of all the students, Sasaki, Moki, and Reikokuna had proven themselves to be the most powerful heroes in the school. Sasaki had grown larger, standing an impressive 7'2", his arms and legs thicker than a trash can. His hands were so large he could palm a bus, and his strength had erupted like his lava, setting a school record in the deadlift, at over 2,200 pounds. He had broken numerous records in strength across the country, and was ranked second only to All Might in terms of sheer brute force. He had nearly died earlier in the year while on vacation: a citizen had injected himself with a strange black needle (later identified as a drug called "Trigger") and had gone on a rampage, nearly destroying a town with a Quirk called "Sulfur". Sasaki managed to lead him into an old quarry, where he could use his Quirk to the fullest, and in an act of desperation to stop him, forced the villain to fill a neglected pond with pure sulfur. He drank from the sulfur pond, getting violently ill, but it was enough to win the fight: lava with a high sulfur concentration burns bright blue, and is incredibly hot and toxic. After a short stay at a local hospital, he received a thank-you grant from the town, an amount of over 200,000 yen.

Moki hadn't grown much, so she was still shorter than most first-year students, but from interning with Edgeshot, her reflexes had gotten so sharp and accurate that she could nearly predict her opponents' moves before they had even thought about it. She could comfortably fly at almost 300 miles per hour, nearly reaching 400 in a dive. Her father had continued to refine her talon sheaths, making them lighter, stronger, and sharper, and her legendary Hayabusa Blades had become so insanely sharp that the students began to joke that they could remove your hand from eight feet away; that just looking at them would slice your eyes out. Her greatest accomplishment was defeating a psychotic villain who broke into the U.S. Army base on Okinawa and took over their weapon systems. In an incredibly brave multinational operation, she flew in, evading numerous missiles and bullets fired her way, and finally, as the villain hijacked a tank and began trying to attack the city, donned the Hayabusa Blades, slicing the tank clean in half and narrowly missing the villain, who was sent to America for sentencing. For her efforts in the recovery of the base, she received a medal of valor from the President of the United States, the first Japanese hero to earn an award from a foreign country.

Reikokuna had always been one of the most powerful students, due to the versatility of his Quirk, but after three years of intense training, he had become nearly as formidable as Endeavor. He could hold his super forms, Dragon and Leviathan, for up to fifteen minutes at a time, and could recover from the effort in just under a minute. When he made his licensed hero debut in his second year, he used his Leviathan form to rescue a sinking cruise ship off the coast, saving almost 500 lives. He had gone on to become a "hero of the people", appearing at charity events, performing community service, and saving dozens of lives each week. His popularity exploded when he saved Japan from a terrorist attack: villains had hijacked a commercial airliner and were aiming to destroy the capitol in Tokyo, until Reikokuna, who was aboard the plane, took out the hijackers, transforming into a snake and injecting the villains with a paralyzing venom, taking back the controls of the plane until the pilots recovered enough to land safely.

As the students chowed down on the gourmet food (prepared by Kalantari, Kimura, and Shizuka), they heard a deep wailing sound from the water. Reikokuna dropped his soba and dashed to the railing. Looking down, he saw a pod of whales frolicking below the boat, calling to each other.

"Would you all like to go swim with these whales?" he asked his friends. "I can go ask them if it is alright with them." Wincing at the volume of the resounding YESfrom his friends, he dove off the boat, sinking into the water and transforming. Most of the students, already clad in bathing suits, leapt off the side of the boat, but Moki stayed behind, on account of her inability to swim properly when her feathers got wet (whenever her friends teased her about it, she would remind them that she was not in fact a pelican). Takeyama, wearing a custom bikini, leapt into the air and grew to her full height, landing in the water with a massive splash, soaking the boat and, as a result, Moki, who cursed at her, trying to shake the saltwater from her feathers (they got all clumpy and crusty when they got dirty).

The students spent the next hour or so playing with the whales, watching them leap out of the surf and swim around, Reikokuna acting as a sort of translator between the two species. After a while, Takeyama made a bet with Reikokuna that she could swim to the bottom of the sea before him (when she's big, she can withstand a pressure directly proportional to her own mass, similar to how a blue whale can dive to almost 4,000 feet). Reikokuna promptly transformed into a squid, shooting off through the abyss as the giantess chased him. Because they weren't very far out, the bottom was only about 2,000 feet down (still quite deep, but much shallower than Reikokuna had dived before), and the two returned after just over three minutes, Takeyama bursting out of the water and shrinking back down as she landed on the boat.

"Victory is mine!" she cheered, taunting Reikokuna, who had arrived seconds after her.

"That is only because you cheated, Takeyama. You nearly tore my tentacles off pulling me back."

"They would have grown back, relax!"

"That takes time, and it hurts very much."

"Wah wah, cry me a river. I go through tough stuff every day, quit whining. I got hairspray in my eye during my internship."

"Yu," Moki said, pulling her friend away from the teen, who was angrily gritting his teeth at her, "first of all, he nearly got his arm eaten by a shark in his internship and got powerslammed into the ground by Toschi in our first year, and second, this is his boat. Do you really want to give up all this?" She gestured around their surroundings, gold-accented marble and mahogany all around them, the jacuzzi where Sasaki was currently reclining, the dozens of sunbathing chairs, and all the other "rich person stuff", as described by Takeyama herself earlier in the morning. Yu rolled her eyes and laid down on one of the sunbathing chairs, slipping a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. Moki hopped over to the hot tub and jumped in, splashing Sasaki as she cuddled up next to him, closing her eyes.

"Hey Hatsume!" Netsuke called from one of the sunbathing chairs, the pink-haired teen looking up from a workbench. "Come on over here and have fun with us!"

"Yeah, lying in the sun seems so fun," he joked. "If I wanted my skin to change color, I'd just freeze myself in place. Give me a nice yellow complexion."

"Come on man, you've been working for, like, two hours!" Kushiro called. "This is supposed to be a fun day, not a school day! The only fun thing you've done is take us out on your jet ski!"

"And you're lucky I didn't charge you guys! I have to make sure this is in perfect order when I show it to Professor Shield." Toschi had spent his internships in his second and third years at the I-Island Academy, under the tutelage of one Professor David Shield. He had been recommended by All Might himself, evidently a close friend of Shield's. He had already gotten a few patents on his inventions, and he was going to work at the Research and Development lab on I-Island for a few years after he graduated.

"If it was okay after Sasaki fit his fat ass on that thing, it's fine!" Akijaso joked, earning a splash from the massive teen. "Just get over here and have fun!"

Toschi made the last few adjustments to the jet ski before standing up and stretching, his friends wincing slightly as they saw the scars. During the nuclear villain incident, when his Quirk had gone haywire from trying to restrain the nuclear explosion, he later found out it had physically torn through his nervous system and burst out his skin, leaving deep, red scars all across his arms and back. They had seen them before, but they still felt uneasy seeing them, imagining the pain he felt during those twenty minutes he had held out. He had developed a few nervous habits since the fight; he would occasionally have serious mood swings when under stress, he was constantly adjusting and readjusting his inventions, thinking they weren't good enough, and even creating a new invention took him a long time, the design phase easily taking up to three months for something simple. Before, if he wanted to build something, he just built it, willing to risk it breaking if something went wrong, but now he would spend more time making sure it was completely safe than he would actually building it.

It annoyed Power Loader how long it took him to make progress, but he did have to admit just how incredible and perfect his inventions were. His magnum opus, his greatest invention, were his goggles. They were equipped with a complex array of sensors and scanners that enabled him to see in thermal vision, night vision, infrared vision, and x-ray vision; he could get a full identification and medical database of anyone he scanned, and they were powered by a miniature nuclear battery with a life of over 26 years before it needed to be replaced. His invention, which he had developed over a period of nine months with the help of Professor Shield, was set to be released later that summer for police departments and the military to use. It had given him enough money to purchase a workshop in Kyoto and fill it with all of the tools and materials he ever wanted. He had invited his friends over for its "opening ceremony", and even David Shield came to visit.

"What do you guys want to do?" Toschi asked, pulling a shirt over his head and sitting down in a nearby chair. "Because it seems like you all would rather sleep in the sun."

"How about we go to shore and hang out with the others?" Sasaki suggested. "We haven't seen them all day, and it's almost 5:00."

"They're just going to want to come to the boat," Kurami said, not looking up from his phone. "Why should we mix with those suck-ups?"

"Why should we mix with you?" Shikora retorted, lowering her sunglasses and staring at him with her bright pink eyes. "You're such a stick in the mud, Chirpy."

"Oh, shut up you glorified condom wrapper." The chair he was on wrapped around him, squeezing the breath out of him, his face turning purple. Moki yawned and got out of the hot tub, shaking the water out of her wings.

"How about we all go out somewhere nice for dinner? Sort of like a last meal together." They all looked around at each other, the weight of her statement heavy in the air.

"That sounds great, Moki," Netsuke said, standing up and stretching. "How about we all shower and then head out? We all brought a spare set of fancy clothes with us, and there's showers on the boat. Let's meet back here on deck by 6:30; I know Moki and Shikora take a long time to get ready." The students all grabbed their stuff and departed to the various showers across the boat. Even though there were a lot, there weren't twenty individual showers. There were, however, several group showers. The girls volunteered to take one of them, giving the boys their privacy (because the girls really didn't care about personal space).

After all of the fighting for showers, it finally ended with four of the guys having to take one of the group showers: Toschi, Sasaki, Kalantari, and Omakase. Each of them took their own corner, but they soon began joking and messing around.

"Hey Sasaki!" Kalantari called. "How are things going between you and Moki?" The tallest and shortest students in the class had begun dating the year before.

"It's great. She's fun to be around, and she's pretty easy to deal with. She's nothing like Takeyama or anyone." He shuddered at the thought of Takeyama. Multiple times, the boys had caught her "accidentally" sneaking into their locker rooms while they were changing, placing hidden cameras in the shower stalls, and just generally being obnoxiously pervy to them. "I swear, that girl's probably spying on us right now." The guys laughed, but it was a nervous laughter. "Anyway, what about you and Shizuka? You two seem to have gotten pretty close. I mean, you take her back to Kuwait every year during the internships."

"Our relationship is rather, how do I put this, not quite feasible. We are merely friends, in my eyes. I do not feel any sort of romantic connection between her, and I am not certain she feels anything more than friendship."

Omakase rinsed the last of the shampoo from his hair. "Do you ever think she's only friends with you because she gets a free trip to a palace of luxury and heaven every year?"

"She is not that shallow, unlike a certain blonde female. She didn't even know about my family until she first met them, and even then, she didn't really treat me any differently."

"You know, you've never really told us about your dad," Sasaki said. "Isn't he, like, some top hero or something?"

"In the hero industry, he goes by Hell's Child. He is the top hero in Kuwait, thanks to his Quirk 'Cerberus'. In fact, our entire family lineage, back to when Quirks first started appearing, consists of almost all of the best heroes, and my great-great grandfather was the first professional hero back home."

"So what the hell are you doing here in Japan?" Toschi asked, turning the water off and following the others to the towel rack.

"Well," Kalantari began, stretching his shoulders before grabbing a bottle of special scented oils, which he lathered through his silky black locks as he spoke, "my parents came here on their honeymoon, and met a certain hero, Nana Shimura. She was the top hero in Japan, and my father instantly knew that if his child were to wish to become a hero, he would send them to the best school in Japan. Oh, by the way; Hatsume, any classmates caught your eye?"

"Of course not," Toschi said, rubbing the towel through his hair. "I don't have the time or patience to aimlessly chase after girls who wouldn't even care to give me the time of day; that's Omakase's job."

"Well fuck you too, you sad loner," Omakase said, trying to hide his grin. "At least I'm making an effort."

"Just be yourself," Sasaki clapped his friend on the shoulder, nearly dislocating it, "you're bound to find someone eventually!"

"No offense big guy, but I really don't want to hear that coming from you, you lucky bastard."

"Sasaki is right," Kalantari piped in as he pulled his silk dress pants on, "Your usual crude sexual remarks rarely work, and you try too hard. You'll seem desperate to them."

"Anyway, how the hell did the fatass get a girl?" Omakase jabbed his thumb at the orange teen, busy squeezing his arms through the sleeves of a seemingly too small black button-up shirt. "I'm willing to bet 8,000 yen it's cause of that python you got in your pants."

"See, Omakase," Toschi pinched the bridge of his nose, a tie loosely draped around his neck, "this shit is why you're still single. And I don't want to think about that!"

Meanwhile, in the girl's shower, a similar conversation was taking place.

"Ladies, we have a problem." Takeyama paced in front of the girls, who were trying to shower in peace. "Moki is the only one of us who's got a man! We need to work harder!"

"The reason you can't get a boyfriend, Yu," Kaiza said, smirking, "is because they're turned off by your creeping on them." Takeyama whirled around, her long hair accidentally smacking Seishin in the face.

"And you'd have a man if you didn't keep this" she said, spanking her friend and earning a yelp and a scowl from the shorter teen, "hidden under those loose jeans you wear all the time."

"Skinny jeans chafe my thighs! And who says I don't have a man? I've been getting along with Hake!"

"Oh, sweetie," Ayatsuru crooned mockingly, pinching her friend's cheek, "We all know you just flirt with him so that he'll help you pass your tests."

"Oh, that's great coming from a fucking washboard. How much 'fluid' you sucked out of Kurami?"

Ayatsuru blushed and a thin tendril of water shot up from the floor, snaking its way directly up Kaiza's nostril as she choked, her friends laughing. "How the hell did you find out!?"

Kaiza grinned and held up her index fingers. "I can control electronics, remember?"

"You fucking hacked my phone?" Ayatsuru was livid, swirling tendrils of water circling Kaiza.

"Oh, I hacked all of your phones." The laughter abruptly stopped. The girls looked at Kaiza, blushing bright red. "Y'all are some dirty motherfuckers, for real!"

"H-how much have you seen?" Moki stammered.

Kaiza gave her a lecherous look. "Everything, you dirty birdy~."

Twenty minutes later, the girls stepped out of the showers into the dressing room, towels wrapped around them (except Moki; she had to blow-dry herself since feathers don't really work properly with towels) as they all chatted casually, Kaiza having been thoroughly waterboarded by her fellow classmates.

"But anyway," Seishin continued as she opened her bag and pulled out a set of black underwear, "I'm serious about it. There are literally hundreds of studies that show it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter what scientists say, it does matter." Moki reached for the blow dryer, but Ayatsuru tapped her back and all of the water in her plumage rose into the air and floated over to the showers, splashing down the drain. She smiled at her feathered friend, and dried her own hair in a similar way.

"You're biased. We need someone impartial to decide this." Shiozaki pulled on a light blue dress with frills slashing from her shoulder to her waist. "Who could we ask?"

"Midnight?" The girls shuddered at Takeyama's suggestion.

"How about some of the girls from 3-A?" Moki pointed out, already dressed and polishing the gilded talon sheaths she had received from Edgeshot. She was a bit nervous; in the three years since she had received them, she had never worn them in public.

"Oh, sure Moki, great idea," Netsuke said over her shoulder as she stared into the mirror, applying a thin layer of eyeliner. "Let's go ask our friends whether they think it matters. Let's see how long they want to stay in contact with us after we all go our separate ways."

"I'm not sure I want to stay in contact if this is what you're going to be talking about," Shikora muttered, face slightly green as she layered on bright purple lipstick. "You guys do realize how uncomfortable this conversation makes me?"

"That's a 'you problem', Kami. You have no idea what you're missing out on. Of course, out of all of us Moki's the only one who wouldknow…"

"Yeah, I guess Seishin's right. Oh, by the way, Moki?" The feathered girl turned to the curvy blonde, adjusting a few loose feathers on her cheeks. "Why did you choose Sasaki? You had all those guys to choose from, and you chose a fucking overgrown sweet potato?"

"First of all Yu, he's my sweet potato. And second," Moki sighed as the eight girls left the showers, walking up the long marble stairs to the main deck, "He's just really nice. He's always so happy and trying to make everyone smile, like me, and I guess we just kinda got closer without even realizing it. It just happened."

Kushiro wrapped her arm around her short friend's shoulder. "Are you suuure that's all?"

"…He's also really strong, and he makes me feel safe." The feathered girl was nervously touching the tips of her wings together, a faint blush barely visible through her plumage. "He's like a big, soft teddy bear that I can just hug all day…"

"I'm sorry," Kaiza had a lecherous grin on her face, "Did you say 'hug' or-" Her sentence was cut off as she bumped into something immovable. Looking up, she saw Sasaki towering over her, one eyebrow raised as if to say I dare you. He was wearing a black button-up shirt and pants, and a red bowtie with a magma pattern wrapped around his neck. "S-Sasaki, hey! We were just talking about you…"

"So I hear. Moki, you look absolutely gorgeous!" The bird girl buried her face in her wings, but leaned against him. "Hey guys! The girls are here!"

The boys came over to greet them, internally awestruck by the girls' various dresses and jewelry. The girls had the same internal conflict, with three students in particular catching their eyes. Reikokuna had his usually coarse and messy black hair, which he wore at shoulder-length, slicked back, tied in a short ponytail behind his head. He wore a dark navy silk tuxedo (true, it was a bit excessive, but it was the least fancy thing he could find) and a stunning gold and jewel-encrusted watch winded its way around his wrist. A set of sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and the girls saw two small diamond studs in his ears (none of his classmates knew he had ear piercings; he had gotten them without his parents' permission in middle school, and had hidden them in places where he felt he would be exposed).

Kalantari had a black shirt and pants, a white jacket covering his torso. He wore a red tie with small diamonds weaved into it, and a red rose stuck out of his lapel. His dark, silky hair had been left to cascade over his shoulders, blending into his shirt. Several jeweled rings were slid onto his fingers, twinkling in the sunset. His classmates could see a thin gold chain looping around his wrist, ruby and sapphire gazing back at them. The girls internally screamed at the sheer amount of wealth the two exuded.

And finally, at the back of the group, Toschi stood, hands on his waist. He was wearing simpler clothing, khaki pants and a teal button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was wearing several different gadgets: a red watch that could control nearly any wireless device, and had a holographic smartphone-like display that could be projected a few inches above his wrist; a strange red metal bracelet on his right arm; a plain leather belt with a clunky-looking solid buckle, a few LED's blinking on it; and a pair of frameless glasses. The glasses weren't for his eyesight, they were a prototype running off of the technology from his goggles. They could do everything the goggles could, but were much sleeker and less likely to attract attention. It wasn't his clothing that stuck out to them, it was the way he presented himself: pink hair scruffy as ever, shirt slightly wrinkled, but somehow managing to make messy look good.

"We are all here now?" Reikokuna asked, checking his watch. "Perfect timing. Katai flew the helicopter over, so we will ride it to the shore. After that, he shall drive us in a limousine to a restaurant of our choosing. Does that sound fun?"

Thirty minutes later, the teens piled out of a long, black van, leather bench seats lining the interior walls and a small retractable staircase protruding from the doorway. "We will take it from here, Katai," Reikokuna called to the silver-haired butler. "We shall return at roughly eleven or so, and then we will go to the train station to see my friends off." Katai bowed to his young master and closed the door, the limo pulling away into the downtown traffic. The teens had debated what restaurant to eat at, and had finally decided on a luxurious steakhouse (Reikokuna and Kalantari managed to convince their stubborn friends that they would pay for their meals). There had been some complaints that it might be insensitive to their animal brethren, to which Reikokuna informed them that he had no qualms about eating animals, even though he could transform into them, and Moki simply rolled her eyes and flashed her talons.

The restaurant was a spectacular choice, the steaks they served perfectly juicy and exactly the right tenderness that cutting it didn't take any effort. Sasaki, being such an enormous person, ended up ordering an equally massive 128-ounce ribeye, eight pounds of meat. It was so large, when it finally arrived, it took up nearly a quarter of the table. Reikokuna burned through a lot of energy during his time spent transformed, so he also ordered a shockingly large meal, a 96-ounce porterhouse, over 5 pounds. But the most shocking order came from the tiny, 4'8" Moki Tsubasa. She ordered 64 ounces of skirt steak, a full 7% of her body weight. She managed to devour the entire cut in less than an hour, almost faster than Reikokuna ate his meal. Sasaki ended up getting his cut for free; he demolished his massive slice in half an hour, stunning the dozens of employees that came to watch him take on the enormous meal. When everyone was finished and the waiter brought Reikokuna and Kalantari the receipt, Kalantari's brown eyes widened and even Reikokuna frowned at it.

"Sasaki, thank you so much for eating that thing so damn fast," Kalantari said, showing him the check. "You saved us almost 50,000 yen." Seishin choked on her drink, the table growing silent as they heard the value of the meal their friend had ordered. After Kalantari and Reikokuna split the bill and paid, the twenty classmates exited out into the streets, chatting excitedly. Takeyama suggested they all go to a karaoke bar, and twenty minutes later they were all crammed into a small room with a TV and speakers, laughing as each of them showed the class just how terrible they all were at singing.

Toschi was browsing through the song selection, bored, until he came across one he recognized. "Hey, Omakase?" His friend glanced up, and Toschi turned the tablet around, showing him the song. "You ever heard this song?" Omakase squinted at the screen and grinned.

After another three turns, they were up. Toschi found a guitar in the instrument closet and gave it a few strums, evidently satisfied with the sound it made. The lights dimmed, and he strummed it, the forlorn sound bringing the volume in the room down as Omakase picked up the microphone, and the song began.

"Safe,

I'm a mystery, why don't you solve me?

Take a listen to the ground while I'm crawlin'

Pen and paper to write down your clues

Safe, safe,

In my head I can have all my reasons,

But it comes out like I'm always leavin'

Close the case, now you have all your proof

It's all I can do,

It's all I can do,

It's all I can do,

You keep on trying cause maybe I'm crazy as you"

Toschi played the chords of the chorus, cheers and applause coming from their friends as Omakase's soulful voice echoed along with Toschi's guitar.

"You keep on trying cause maybe I'm crazy as you"

Omakase fixed a second microphone into a stand, and then it was Toschi's turn to sing.

"Hey,

If only my breath could talk for me

I wouldn't be holding back all these

Thoughts about what we should do

Hey, hey,

You're not the worst that has fought me

Got my heart just relentlessly dropping

Out of my body, don't say it's not true

That's nothing new,

That's nothing new,

It's nothing new…"

Toschi and Omakase both leaned into the microphones, their vocals perfectly harmonizing in a beautiful, reverberating call:

"You keep on trying cause maybe I'm crazy as you!"

Toschi held the note a little longer, playing the guitar harder and faster.

"You keep on trying cause maybe I'm crazy as you!"

Toschi's strumming fell, the room growing quiet as the two friends began to hum, the mournful beat beautiful to hear. The beat picked up, and it all went silent.

"But you keep on trying cause maybe I'm crazy as you!"

Toschi slammed his fingers across the fretboard, the sharp solo filling the room with vitality as the speed of the notes grew faster.

"You keep on trying cause maybe I'm crazy as you!

You keep on trying cause maybe I'm crazy as you…"

The music fell, and eventually trailed off. The students were silent for a moment, before exploding. The few turns after them were good, but it was a unanimous vote that Toschi and Omakase had won the best performance (neither of them knew there was a competition to begin with).

Toschi glanced down at his watch. "Hey, we've still got an hour until we're heading back. What else can we do?" A dull thud echoed from outside, and a small cloud of dust rose into the air as the room trembled. The group froze for a moment, then their instincts kicked in and they dashed out to the streets. People were screaming and running, and the heroes saw a flickering orange light down another street. They pushed through the panicking crowds, preparing for the worst, and then they burst onto a scene from hell.

Flames leapt from buildings, agonized people dragging themselves from the inferno. A massive crater sat where a large department store used to be, a trail of smoke leading from the sky. The ground shook, and the students yelled as the street quaked, rolling like a wave. The asphalt cracked, and buildings swayed, threatening to collapse. In the middle of the destruction, a man in a dark suit stood, hands extended to his sides as he posed like he was receiving divine praise. His dark eyes focused on the students, and a sickening grin came over his face. He raised his arm at the group, and it began to swell, black electricity crackling around it. Toschi's glasses flashed, and a yellow light burst from his belt as the villain fired a powerful burst of energy. It hit like a runaway train full of nitroglycerin, flattening the surrounding landscape. The man turned to walk away, but stopped as he saw a yellow glow through the smoke.

It cleared, and he saw Toschi standing in front of the students, and yellow shield of energy radiating from his belt. It vanished, and the students burst forward. Kurami slipped on his gloves and aimed his hands at the villain, rubbing them together. The villain stumbled, but shook his head, batting at the air as the others closed in on him. Moki flew in low, shedding her decorative sheaths and reaching into a hidden slit in her dress, pulling out the Hayabusa Blades. She dove and the blades slashed out, the man's severed arm falling to the ground. To her shock, he simply smiled and picked it up, somehow putting it back on and flexing it.

"What the fuck just happened!?" Seishin yelled, helping people run. "Moki just cut his arm off!"

"I thought his Quirk was that energy blast!" Sasaki shouted, puffing out his cheeks and spraying a wave of magma at the villain. He simply raised both hands, and the lava froze in the air. It turned black, cooling off, and fell, Sasaki narrowly avoiding being crushed by it. "What's going on?"

Toschi gasped. "I've been reading a particular study recently. These guys wanted to see the limits of people's powers, but they were killed before they could make their findings public!" The villain looked to him, an eyebrow raised. "I think this guy has more than one Quirk!"

"Clever boy," The villain sneered, his muscles swelling. "You might be problematic." Toschi tapped his watch, and he thought back to earlier that year, over winter break.

"Are you sure this would work?" Toschi asked. The blonde teen nodded to him, excited.

"I made them strong enough that Uncle Might could use them! I don't know how long they'd last at his full strength, though."

"Let me take a prototype back with me, I'll see what I can do about that."

His eyes narrowed as the Full Gauntlets unfurled, wrapping around his forearms. Yellow blades of energy burst from the knuckles, crackling up his arms as his eyes began to glow. "I get that a lot."

A massive tentacle smashed into the man, knocking him back. Toschi glanced over his shoulder, nodding to Reikokuna's Leviathan form. A rush of wind from his other side caught his ear, and he looked over to see Kalantari hovering in the air, powdered glass from the destroyed buildings swirling around his lower half and wrists. He winked at the pink haired teen as Sasaki smashed his fists together, roaring. The four students raced towards the man, leaping at him, arms pulled back, and then everything went black. Toschi groaned, sitting up. The man was lying down at the end of a large chasm in the road, a golden-haired man panting next to them.

"It is fine now," the man said, glancing back at the stunned teens.

"All Might!" Toschi exclaimed. The veteran hero winked at him before turning to the villain, who was just now getting up.

"I am here," All Might growled, fury in his eyes, "to kill you, All For One!"

Author's note:

God damn, 6,500 words! That's a long chapter, glad I got that out of the way. I wanted this story to fuck up the timeline of MHA more than it already has, and I've messed up so many things in this universe, but I still keep writing. I made a bet with my friends on how many plots I could put in this story, so here we go, Plot Number 11! Hope you all enjoy!

PS: Song is "Crazy As You" by Sullivan King and Grabbitz. Go check it out!