Here's chapter 3 :)

From now on, new chapters will be published every Friday or Saturday.

I remind you the story is set after chapter 96 of the original manga, so there may be some spoilers from now on (minor spoilers won't be highlighted, but bigger spoilers will).

CHAPTER 3 – A smooth settling in

Philae had already seen gigantic things in her life. Hell, her adoptive father being a big hat in the entertainment industry, he owned a bunch of the tallest skyscrapers on earth himself, for offices and whatnot. The young woman had often had the occasion to enjoy a nice elevator ride up fifty floors to go see him on his lunch breaks, and it was just in one of his smallest buildings. Orion Crawford was a wealthy and busy man, showing his greatness to the world in the form of his magnificent concrete and glass altars to the financial deity.

He also had the tendency to covet frilly things and cartoon cosplays, glittery jewellery and barks of refined laughter, but this was only in private, of course. One could think he was quite an odd fellow, mostly not dangerous, but still prone to fits when pushed enough. Philae had often seen him go into grand gestures of generosity as well as near madness, even though she knew he was sane – or as sane as a wealthy thirty-five-year-old widowed man could be –, and that he always kept a large space for her to be doted in his crooked heart. Strangely enough, she was actually one of the few human beings in 3D that he seemed to be affectionate and... well, human, to – the others being Kai, his bodyguard, and a jerk of a young, ambitious businessman, whose icy glare made her highly uncomfortable every time she had to see him –. Anyway. She thought that she could not be impressed by those shows of outrageousness anymore. Clearly, she could.

U.A High was nowhere near common. The best word to describe it would be fudging massive. The school was fenced by a tall concrete wall that, according to Naomasa, could raise even higher defences should there be any attempt at trespassing. The grassy fields of the property were neatly mown and vibrantly green, and the building itself was all brightness and elegance. Everything screamed wonder and greatness. Philae and the detective walked along a large alley lined with stone busts of heroic figures, to the main entrance of the academia.

They went through a succession of corridors and steps without encountering anyone. It was mid-morning and the students were all in class. They eventually arrived in front of a wooden door, whose name plate read "Principal Nedzu", on which Naomasa politely knocked. Yapping answered him and Philae's heart leapt at the sound.

"Come in!" someone called loudly from behind it.

The door opened to a large office, and a black furball bolted from the inside to greet them. Anubis jumped happily around the pair, and Philae gasped joyfully. She bent down to pet the dog's clean fur and let him lick her face. After a few minutes, during which she stayed there outside while Naomasa went in, she finally straightened herself and entered as well, her companion trailing closely behind her.

Before the back wall, a mahogany desk and a leather chair occupied a big chunk of space. On their left, a cosy sitting room had been created, with nice leather sofas around a low glass table. There were already two people in the room, and one of them had got up from his seat to shake hands with the detective. Gazing at him for the first time, Philae realised it was another furry animal on two legs, but she was not sure if he was a mouse, a dog, a tiny bear, or a new breed entirely. He was wearing a classy suit and greeted them with beaming politeness.

"Ah! Good morning, good morning!" he exclaimed to both of them. "I'm delighted to see you both." He turned to Philae and his smile grew even wider. "And here's our new soon-to-be heroin, Lady Dragon! I hope the name doesn't bother you, we found it very nice and couldn't let ourselves erase it."

"Ah, no, it's... fine," she stuttered uncertainly, still overwhelmed by her reunion with Anubis and the sight of the mammal Principal. The latter opened his arms wide.

"I'm most happy to hear that! Welcome to U.A High, Miss Crawford. I'm Principal Nedzu, and no, in case you're wondering, I'm not a new breed. I won't tell you my secret, though, it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the unknowing world, would it?"

He punctuated his tirade with a wink, and offered his paw for her to shake. He was quite short in stature, his head reaching her stomach, and she found him incredibly cute but refrained from saying it out loud. It was too improper. Instead, she shook his paw and greeted him as if he was one of Crawford's associates.

"Good morning, Principal. I'm pleased to meet you in person. But please, drop the Miss Crawford. Call me Philae."

She did not despise the honorifics and other marks of politeness per se, but she preferred the more relaxed, Western way of addressing people, especially by people higher than she in the hierarchy. Nedzu seemed to think the same way and chuckled.

"Alright, Philae it is, then. Oh," he suddenly realised when looking behind him, "I apologise, I didn't make proper introductions. This is one of our teachers, Aizawa Shouta, best known as Eraserhead. He will be in charge of your settling in and surveillance."

Philae looked up to meet the bored onyx eyes of a lanky man, sprawled carelessly on the sofa and looking disinterested in the whole conversation. He was wearing some sort of ninja outfit, with goggles and long strips of cloth around his neck. When his name got called, he raised his head a little and nodded in her general direction, standing up slowly. He eventually offered his hand and, once she had shaken it, returned to his place without a word.

He looks like he's punished, Philae thought embarrassed, I cannot blame him, though. I feel like I'm being babysat.

Principal Nedzu continued on, chatting away happily.

"Of course, you already met the little fellow," he said, indicating Anubis who sniffed his paw quizzically, "we had word you were looking for him, and in fact, he was also looking for you! Officer Tamagawa spotted him near the hospital you were at, trying to get inside when he thought the security staff wasn't looking. I couldn't let both of you so sad being separated, could I?"

"Oh," was all she could muster, relief washing over her. "You needn't have to do all that..."

"Say nothing of it," he replied dismissively with a bright smile. "As long as you respect some home rules, you shall be able to keep him."

Philae wanted to hug him for his kindness. She felt she would love this fluffy Samaritan. He proceeded back to the sofa and went back to the main topic at hand.

"So. We learnt of your interesting Quirk, and we thought Aizawa would be most capable of keeping you in check if need be. His Quirk erases the Quirks of others, although we will have to test it on you, as the strange circumstances of your being here are creating quite a precedent. Anyway, if this doesn't work, we'll surely find another way of guaranteeing your protection and surveillance." He clapped his paws together. "Would you be so kind as to let us test his Quirk on you?"

"Er, yes, of course," she accepted quickly, "but what would you want me to do?"

Nedzu chuckled.

"Nothing too dangerous, but visible nonetheless. I read in your file that you could do anything draconic. Why not show scales, or something of the like?"

Scales? She had not tried in a long time, and hers were kind of discreet, the gods be blessed. But fire was fine. She hummed.

"I can try breathing some fire, if you wish..."

"Perfect!" Nedzu motioned to the sofa across the grumpy looking hero. "Please, have a seat. We'll have plenty to discuss after that. Do you want something? Tea, coffee? Detective Naomasa, can I offer you some refreshment?"

Philae plopped as graciously as she could on her assigned seat, Anubis sitting at her feet yawning, and she looked up at Naomasa, who kindly refused the offer of the Principal.

"I'm afraid I must go, Principal. Work needs my attention..."

"Of course! We'll take care of things from here. Thank you for your help, and please let me know if I can be of further assistance."

The policeman smiled.

"I will," he said, before he turned to Philae and produced a card from his coat pocket, giving it to her. "Here's my number, in case you need anything. I believe you had a mobile somewhere in your belongings, yes?"

She accepted the card and nodded.

"Yes. It's a miracle it survived the Noumu, but it did. Will have to subscribe to make any calls, though."

"That will be taken care of," Nedzu assured with a wave of his hand. "You're to be one of us, now, and I'll be damned if any of my students doesn't integrate the way they should. We'll help you settle as swiftly as possible, I promise you."

Philae could not help but smile largely. Satisfied with her situation, Naomasa then excused himself and went out of the room, his soles clacking faintly down the corridor. Nedzu went to accompany him outside. Once there were only Philae and Aizawa, the brooding teacher spoke up.

"So, your Quirk," he began suddenly, nearly startling her.

"Huh, yes?"

"Try to make a small flame, to begin with," he ordered.

She nodded and concentrated. She reached deep in her soul, trying to access the boiling source of her power. She touched the link she had created with the dragons, and it hummed softly. A purr greeted her contact and curved towards her. She modulated the influx of energy and called for fire. Sparks sprang and fire soon swirled at her demand. She took in the power and felt it well up in her body, directing it to her throat.

Carefully, she opened her mouth in a tight O, and blew out a short orange flame. She focused on it to keep it even, and stopped a moment to catch her breath, casting a quick glance at the teacher to see if this was okay.

Aizawa hummed appreciatively.

"Good, that'll do. Now, look at me and do exactly the same thing."

Philae acquiesced and did as he said, her gaze not leaving the teacher's face for a second. The apathetic man was watching her with dull interest, while she formed the O with her mouth and was beginning to blow. Suddenly, his eyes flashed red, and his straight black hair floated lazily around his angular face. Surprised, she spurted and let all the air out in a single puff. She panicked for a second, certain that she had burnt down the table and carpet to ashes, but found that she had only blown air the instant Eraserhead's eyes had changed colours. His Quirk had worked.

Immediately after, his eyes turned back to their normal onyx colour, and he leaned back on the sofa. The principal had come back in the meantime and clapped softly.

"Awesome! It seems this is settled, then, Miss. You'll be assigned a room and go to class first thing tomorrow morning, yes? Now, what can I offer you? We have papers to fill out, and much to discuss, so that you can become a fellow student in time for your first lesson. Tea, coffee?"

Still amazed at what she experienced, Philae turned dumbly to Nedzu.

"Er, coffee would be very nice."

"Noted. Aizawa?"

"Same," he replied curtly, huffing.

She left the Principal's office an hour later, her head ready to explode with the amount of information she had just been bombarded with. Aizawa grumpily accompanied her and Anubis to the dorms, where excited chatting could be heard. Her teacher – for she was now was officially a student at U.A – showed her a new bedroom, wherein she quickly put down her meagre belongings, and went to knock on the door just next to hers.

A young girl with auburn hair and bright brown eyes opened to them and gazed inquiringly at her. They were roughly the same size, and looked around the same age, about seventeen, even though Philae was way older if she counted from her actual birth – which she did not, and in her head, she was still a teenager anyway –. The girl gasped and turned to Aizawa.

"Uraraka," he said to her, "this is Philae Crawford, a new student here. She'll be in your class from now on, to become a hero at an accelerated pace. I wondered if you could show her around the school and help her settle in."

It was not really a question, but Uraraka did not seem to mind her task. She beamed and thrust her fist in the air.

"Of course, Professor!"

Satisfied with her answer, albeit a little befuddled with her energy, he grumbled an excuse and went away. Alone with her new classmate, Philae felt herself blush slightly.

"Hi," she began, "nice to meet you..."

"Nice to meet you too!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Name's Uraraka Ochako. And awwww, who's it?" she asked when seeing Anubis.

"That's Anubis, my friend." After a pause, she added, "I'm sorry you have to take care of me..."

"Nonsense! I'm happy to help," she countered easily. "I'll show you the dorms and introduce you to the rest of the class. I can accompany you to class tomorrow and show you around the school then, if that's alright?"

"Yes, that would be perfect."

Ochako nodded energetically.

"Alright. Do you have your uniform?"

"Oh, yes, I put it in my room," she gestured towards her door, "but I'm afraid I'll have to do some shopping, as I don't have many clothes to spare..."

"How so? Did you get robbed or something?" she asked horrified.

Philae laughed.

"No, no, that's... a long story, actually. I'll go into details later, but let's say I lack everything and, you know, I'm not into this kind of stuff, so... maybe you could help me get outfits, show me where the best shops are...?"

She had received a small pension to help her get through her basic needs, but she hated shopping. She did not care about her looks, really, and preferred the company of books, films, and video games, over having a huge closet. She figured it would be a nice way to bond with her female classmates, though, and if Ochako's sparkling eyes were any indication, she got it right.

"Yes! Definitely yes! We'll make you super awesome in no time!"

"Who's going to be super awesome?"

The question came from a door further down the corridor, and a girl with black hair and clad in pyjamas came to them with mild interest. Ochako introduced them.

"Oh, Momo! This is Philae, our new classmate. I'm going to show her around and help her do some shopping. She has nothing to wear, do you imagine?"

The evening went by quickly after that, with everyone progressively coming back to the dorms and introducing themselves. Aizawa had told them of her arrival and succinctly explained that she was not from here – whatever "here" was supposed to mean to them –, so she had to give some explanations about why she was here, where she came from, and so on. As it were, the students took her story in stride, with only a few 'oooh's and 'what's punctuating her sentences.

Maybe being raised in a world of Quirks helped their open-mindedness. Philae eventually found herself sitting in a sea of cushion in the main living room of the dorms, surrounded by smiling faces. She chatted with Ochako, a spiky redhead called Kirishima, and a shy green-haired boy called Izuku. The latter asked her tons of questions about her Quirks, seemingly unsatisfied with her vague answers.

"Midoriya," Ochako interrupted him, "you'll have plenty of occasions to see Phi's Quirk, you know."

Phi was Philae's nickname back from her world, and her new acquaintances quickly took on the trend. She had insisted on it, as they tended to use family names to address each other. But being called Crawford-san... Ugh. No, not in a million years.

"She's right, man," Kirishima added, "chill! She's just arrived and you're already on full hero fanboy mode. Don't scare her away so soon."

Izuku stuttered an apology, and Philae smiled sympathetically.

"That's alright, Midoriya, I'm not offended. In fact, I'm quite happy to share info with you, I didn't have many occasions to do so in my previous home. Maybe later, if you want..."

He offered her a timid smile in return and agreed.

"That'd be awesome, thanks!"

Stomping and a loud slam sounded in the corridor, followed by a string of curses. Philae started and Ochako sighed.

"Can't he show some restraint at least once?"

Kirishima chuckled.

"That's Bakugou for you. I'd be worried if he was anywhere near delicate."

Izuku nodded solemnly to that, and Philae got puzzled.

"Who're you talking about?"

"Ah, that's Bakugou Katsuki," Izuku offered quietly, "a childhood friend of mine. He's... hot-tempered."

"You think?" another boy behind him with a grape-like head, Mineta, scoffed. "He's bat-shit crazy, you mean! He nearly barbecued you on your first practical exercise!"

"Barbecued?" Philae wanted to know more. If this Bakugou had some fire Quirk, that was interesting.

"Ah, he didn't really mean to hurt me," the poor boy tried to defend, "he got carried away."

Kirishima snorted.

"Right. He's a saint with flowers sprouting from his ass. Seriously, even if I respect him as a man and classmate, he's a potty mouth on his best days."

"Whatever you're saying, fuck-head?!"

The interested party stormed into the living room, his red eyes wild with anger. His sand blonde hair stuck in all directions, and his palms emitted crackling and smoke. His nicely built arms and torso glistened with sweat, and a few girls made disgusted sounds when his stench reached their nostrils. He had obviously trained hard and smelt like a locker room after a rugby match, and his natural scent of musk reeked of testosterone.

He was looking Kirishima down, as if ready to strangle him. Short-tempered he was, alright. Philae half-giggled, half-grimaced, and Bakugou's attention snapped to her.

"Who're you?" he grunted gruffly, "never seen your face 'round here."

His aggressive tone made her bristle, but she forced her lips into a polite smile. No point in being unfriendly.

"I'm Philae Crawford, but call me Phi. I'm new here. Nice to meet y-"

"Don't care," he cut her rudely with a condescending glare, "I bet you're nowhere as good as me, so I don't care who you're fucking are. Stay out of my way."

Philae's eyes twitched in annoyance, and her draconic link hummed. She felt something stir unhappily on the other end, and she repressed the urge to let hell loose. She wanted to settle in smoothly, not cause trouble.

"Kacchan," Izuku tried to calm him down, "don't be mad. She was trying to be friendly."

"Yeah," Kirishima teased with a sly grin, "don't get your pants in a twist because she's pretty and you weren't the one to see her first."

Philae sputtered and flushed, not ready to be praised in such an indirect way, and even less to be dragged into an upcoming disaster. Her link tensed in anticipation. Bakugou, stunned for a few seconds, suddenly looked ready to explode.

"The fuck you say, shithead!"

Unimpressed, Kirishima burst out laughing, only to have his classmates tensing slightly as the blonde teen gritted his teeth. Izuku looked frantic as he desperately tried to appease his fuming friend.

"Please, Kacchan, don't..."

Kacchan snapped.

"Shut you face, Deku! You fucking don't tell me what to do! This shit is none of your fucking business, so you loser step back!"

If Philae despised one thing, it was unfairness and rudeness towards those she appreciated or considered her friends. Izuku did not deserve that. Instinctively, she got up growling, her link to her dragons flaring with her growing anger. The air shimmed and rippled around her, causing the others to gasp and take some steps back. All except Bakugou, who noticed her movement and smirked.

"Take that back," she ground through clenched teeth, struggling against the growls in her head that tried to get the better of her.

She silently hoped that the guy would give up and take his chance to avoid the confrontation. No such luck. If anything, he got interested to find out what she had up her sleeve.

"What? You wanna defend the loser? Alright, come!" he taunted.

That was it. Philae lost her grip on the feelings assaulting her, some of them not her own, and the link ignited and crackled. Bakugou sensed the change in the air, but he did not have the time to take a fighting stance, for the air tore in the blink of an eye. The head of Philae's summoned creature appeared in his line of vision, and the temperature in the room got suddenly warmer.

It was the source of her fire powers, a slender and angry black male wyvern whose sharp golden eyes darted a menacing glare at the young man. Opening his mouth wide, he let out a screeching roar that could shatter concrete, although he kept it low enough not to destroy the entire building.

The sound waves were still enough to pin Bakugou against the wall, his hands clutching his ears. Only he was affected. The other students present in the room did not get the full blow of the cry, and stood there cringing and mildly worried, as Philae wobbled back and looked for a way to stop her dragon to spit fire any second. Their jaws slackened completely when the wyvern ceased her painful screech to speak in harsh, foul words.

"Who's da loser now, dumbass?" He huffed smoke from his large nostrils, his slithery tongue flicking out of his maw. "Yarr not the only one wit' power, here, y'know? Next time ya disrespect me lady, I roast ya like da fuckin' chick you are, wit' hot potatoes up yarr ass! Ya go' me?"

He punctuated his threat with a puff of hot breath. No one dared to speak for a moment. Bakugou panted and groaned, his ears ringing painfully, watching his opponent with dazed eyes. Philae, suddenly too self-conscious and regretting her slip of control, shuffled from on foot to the other.

"Infuriae," she called, "stop that. He's done nothing too harsh, really."

The wyvern warped the rest of his big body out, occupying half of the living room and the entire sofa, his claws clinking on the floor. He turned to Philae with offended eyes.

"Nothin' too harsh, ya say? Milady, he looked ya down and outrigh' disrespected ya, I can't let that pass, no no!" He growled.

"You didn't need to make him deaf," she tried to reason him, "I don't want you to harm my classmates, for fudge sake!"

The massive reptile let out a smoky gurgle that sounded like a laugh.

"Deaf? Hardly! He be hard of hearin' for a while, but he'll be fine after dat. Serves 'im right, though."

Guessing she could not make him see reason, she gave up and turned to her classmates. They were all packed up against the wall across Infuriae, their gazes snapping nervously back and forth between her, Bakugou, and the wyvern. She gulped, bright red.

"Er," she started, "sorry. Guess Bakugou found his master in potty mouthing, eh?"

No one answered, and she got really ashamed of herself, on the verge of tears. There she was, a newly discovered freak. Although she had powerful magic, she could not control it properly. Whenever she felt strong emotions, they found echo in the dragons' and welled up to the point when they overwhelmed her completely. She could not help it. She definitely lost the occasion to make friends...

To her surprise, Izuku was the first to snap out of his stupor and spoke to her.

"That... that was..."

Stupid? Unsavory? Spiteful? She dreaded to know.

"Look," she said, "I'm sorry for-"

"Amazing!"

… What? Did she hear correctly? Philae stared at the boy, dumbfounded.

"Was it?" she said stupidly, hope swelling in her chest.

"Well, he's certainly... hot-tempered too, but he looks powerful!" Izuku praised excitedly. "I have to take notes," he then mumbled.

Infuriae watched the boy with renewed interest and purred appreciatively. He sniffed him, making him yelp in surprise.

"Hmmm, ya know what ta say," he commented happily, "I like ya. Ya be good to me lady, I can smell it."

"I... thank you?" Izuku replied, now bright red himself.

Then, the wyvern inspected each of Philae's classmates, making them hold their breath with anguish.

"Yarr not bad," the dragon concluded with a satisfied wave of his tail, "ya pass. Am Infuriae, best fire breather in da universe, nice ta meet ya!"

In the meantime, Philae had concentrated to call for a gate connecting to Infuriae's home world. When it finally opened, she tried to push the massive reptile through it.

"Right, that's grand," she announced quickly, "now that they have earned your approval, you can go, right?"

The wyvern groaned in protest.

"Wha'? No! I wanna stay wit' ya, makin' sure ya sleep good. I don't wanna go, don't wanna!" he wailed childishly.

She huffed in irritation and pushed harder. The wyvern eventually caved in and obeyed grumbling, until only his head remained in the room. She sighed, suddenly exhausted, and patted Infuriae's snout affectionately.

"Thank you for your concern, you goof, but I'm fine, you know?"

"Course ya know, ya got yaself good mates, even da idiot," he assured dismissively.

The idiot in question, who had recovered from his stunned silence, wanted to retort something nasty, but decided against it. His opponent was a hundred times tougher and heavier than he. No way he could compete with him. Instead, he tched, thrust his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk away.

However, his exit was blocked by a shadowy figure that no one had seen until then, but who had witnessed the entire commotion. The icy voice of Professor Aizawa sounded suddenly, catching the attention of everyone.

"I assume you know the reason why I'm possibly pissed that you woke up everyone in this bloody school with your sound of hell?" He asked dryly.

He was muffled in a yellow sleeping bag, and only his stormy eyes could be seen. Philae gulped. So much for her smooth settling in.

She opened her mouth to offer some sort of explanation, but it was without taking her scaly friend into account.

"Who's dat caterpillar over there?" he asked derisively.

Philae gasped and swirled around so quickly that she nearly got whiplash.

"Infuriae! Have some respect, he's my teacher!"

The wyvern was nonplussed.

"So? Ya goin' to be taught by a caterpillar, right. He's possibly competent, bu' lack in style."

She wanted to disappear into the ground, now. Before she could be scolded by Aizawa, another voice sounded behind his frame.

"What's happening here? The whole dorms are buzzing with concern and questions."

It was a deep, tired voice belonging to a tall, scrawny man. The newcomer wore huge tent-like clothes over his skeletal frame, and his unkept blonde hair showed a nice case of hasty awakening with no brush. Or maybe he did not have any sleep at all. His sunken, dark-circled blue eyes, shone with alarm. Philae found herself drawn to them, nearly forgetting her embarrassment. The man looked like his body was ready to snap in half at any time, given that it was so frail, but he held a strong aura that showed no fear. He was ready to face any threat thrown at him.

He scanned the room briefly, his gaze lingering quizzically on her and Infuriae. He locked eyes with the latter, who only chuckled when he took him in.

"Nice, now we have a skeleton. Wit' the caterpillar and the bombin' prodigy, we are halfway through a decent attempt at a Halloween party. Ya still alive, mister?" he asked the blonde man, to Philae's horror.

"Infuriae!" she bellowed, "enough! You're making things worse."

"Wha'? Am I?" he started.

"You made quite the commotion, indeed," Aizawa interjected, irritated, "so I suggest you go back to where you come from, and you leave us make things straight with your mistress."

"She no mistress," the wyvern corrected, "she me lady. There's a difference here."

"And I want to sleep more than I give a shit to semantics," the dark-haired teacher dead-panned.

Mortified, Philae nudged her scaly guest.

"Go, please," she begged. "For me."

At that, Infuriae finally obliged with a last challenging glance towards the two adults, and warped away for good.

The silence in the room was suddenly heavy and more deafening than the wyvern's screech. Philae kept her head down, unable to look up at her teacher, so ashamed by her mishap that she begged the gods to bury her alive right this instant. Her classmates fidgeted, unsure of what to do. Finally, she decided to speak to the unknown man first.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered to him, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, "I... I dont control my Quirk, and I didn't know he would be so foul. He would never have hurt anyone, I wouldn't have allowed it. I swear, I didn't want anything that happened. I'm... I..."

"That's enough," Aizawa interrupted, "we'll discuss this somewhere else. Iida, make sure everyone's back to their rooms in fifteen minutes. Time to go to bed."

Reacting at the call of his name, Iida, a straight-in-his-boots type of guy with a scholar look and glasses, straightened up and acquiesced loudly. Then, the teacher gazed at the prostrate figure of Philae. The blonde man, still dazed by what he had just seen and heard, but more uncomfortable with her apologizing and almost crying over him, sighed and went towards her, placing a bony, warm hand on her shoulder.

"That's alright, we'll set things straight together," he tried to reassure her. Seeing that she did not react, he squeezed her shoulder lightly. "Please, I promise you won't be expelled..."

"But you'll be punished," Aizawa grumbled.

Philae flinched at the mention of punishment, but she did her best to school her features. She did not want to show she got scared. The blonde man ignored his colleague.

"For the moment we'd like to understand, that's all. We'll find a solution, everything's going to be alright, yeah? Please, look at me. I promise we just want to talk and help you."

She was still feeling awful, but she nodded. She looked up, her eyes meeting the vibrant blue ones of the man. He did not look angry or offended, just... concerned. For her? For her classmates? She did not know, but he was focused on her. When he saw her studying him, his thin lips curved into a gentle smile.

"Come," he pulled her with him, "let's talk somewhere private, alright?"

Philae nodded obediently, too stunned to do anything else, and let herself be guided by this strange man. Who was he? Just when they were in the doorway, Aizawa waiting for them down the corridor in his sleeping bag, Izuku stepped up to them and cleared his throat.

"Um, All Might," he called, "will Phi be...?"

The blonde looked over at him and his grew larger.

"Don't worry, Midoriya, my boy. We really just want to talk. We were surprised, that's all, and we should be the ones sorry for not having expected that kind of problems. We'll make sure Miss Crawford's Quirk won't be a bother to anyone, especially her, anymore. Trust me."

Puzzled, Philae watched them numbly. All Might? This thin guy? She got worried that her classmate had been confused by Infuriae's screech. However, she did not care too much about that right now, and feared more that her new acquaintances found her too dangerous to hang out with.

"Midoriya," she breathed softly, "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to cause you any trouble..."

Ochako came up and offered her a warm smile.

"Don't worry, Phi, we're not mad." Then she turned to the others. "Right, guys?"

They mumbled incoherently, but all nodded, some of them smiling reassuringly, some of them still a bit shaken but not too afraid. Kirishima even gave her a thumbs up and a wink, and Bakugou snorted.

"Right," he mumbled, "nice pet, but I'll beat you nonetheless next time, got it?"

That was all it took to warm her heart. Philae felt relief wash through her, and she turned to the blonde man, a little more confident. Infuriae was right, she had found nice people to live with. Her guide nodded at her, his smile never fading, and led her out and down the corridor. Anubis, who had stayed hidden behind the sofa, and who had silently observed the events unfolding before him after the departure of the wyvern, took his chance to join them, nuzzling Philae's hand to comfort her. Aizawa did not scold them when they arrived, did not ask the presence of the dog, and simply led them to a small room, which he closed once they were all inside.