Jesse was setting out plates of snacks, waiting for U.A's freshmen hero-course to arrive. Shouto was in the living room with an acoustic guitar. More and more food was prepared by the she-wolf, knowing that teenagers had bottomless stomachs and was planned for accordingly. As she finished another plate of sliders, she heard voices outside. Through the several walls, she couldn't tell the words, but by Katsuki's angry shouts of "I'll fucking prove it!" and the laughter of everyone else, she was expecting it to be ridiculous.

Walking to the door, she heard more lines about proving a point and a growling noise. Bracing for the absurdity of teens with superpowers, she opened the door. Eijiro was laughing that his pants were sagging like a delinquent, Momo was hanging her head in exasperation, Hanta was laughing his ass off, and Bakugo was eating a belt. The last point should have been surprising, but to the century-old monster, it was only a passing thought.

"Oh honey, there are more appealing things to eat inside." she sighed.

"I told you that you couldn't eat leather!" Eijiro exclaimed while laughing further.

"No, you can, but it's hard to chew on." Jesse countered. "Now Bakugo, give him back his belt before you lose a tooth."

"Fuck no! I fucking said I could eat a belt and I goddamn will!" the blonde ground through his teeth as he continued to chew the strip. Jesse chuckled at his stubbornness before compromising.

"At least let me boil it for you…" she rubbed the bridge of her nose. This was going to be one of those days.

Shouta Aizawa thought he was a patient person. He had waited hours and days to ambush criminals on more than a few occasions. He had held off on an attack for backup from other heroes often. He had also dealt with the press trying to get information on him after he became a teacher for more than what most could claim.

One could only be patient with a hyperactive friend for so long, however.

"Come on! Shouta, there's more in this world than stacks of papers, and they only need to be submitted three days before the start of the second semester! Live, drink, find a girlfriend, join me on my radio show, SOMETHING!" managing not to wince at his companion's sudden volume, Shouta gave Hizashi a dead look as the voice hero smiled sheepishly.

"No." he said plainly. "I will not procrastinate to get drunk or laid, and we've both agreed since the sports festival that I'm 'about as interesting to listen to as a flat vinyl record'. Your words, I recall." the blonde wasn't having it though and grabbed his friend by both of his shoulders.

"You don't even have all of the parent's responses to if their kids are boarding!" he argued. "There's still the Midoriya family at the least."

"On a trip overseas with Anima, according to Toshinori. They're coming back a week before the break ends, so I'll get the verdict then." Shouta told his friend. There was a whining sound from the hyper blonde.

"At least do it consistently instead of all at once. It'd be more practical, and you'd be better focused to make sure you don't screw up the paperwork." Hizashi played to Shouta's logic, and it seemed to work.

"Fine, I'll put the work down for today, but you aren't convincing me a second time." Shouta accepted.

"AAWW YYHHEEAAHH!" Shouta sighed at his loud companion's shriek while watching the window crack from the volume.

This may have been a mistake.

"I'm happy to say that the cells you donated are now on their way to making you a replacement lung and stomach, Yagi-san. They should be fully developed by seven months if everything goes right." the doctor told the former hero. Toshinori sighed in relief at the news. Ever since he heard of the medical technology to take any cell type and grow entire organs, he wanted to have replacements for his own, or even donate, but with One for All in his possession, he couldn't risk the quirk mistaking the willing donation as him choosing a successor. Now that it was gone for good, he didn't have that worry.

"Thank you for this, doctor Kurosaki." the gaunt man said with a genuine smile. He had been smiling like that a lot more recently, and he couldn't help but think it was his successors doing. Izuku, with his warm nature, was able to peel away all of the barriers that would show him anything less than the symbol of peace he used as a mask, and he couldn't be mad at the fact.

"Please, it's my job to help people keep healthy. I just don't know why it would wait so long to accept the treatment." Doctor Kurosaki sighed.

"There were… problems, that needed to be dealt with at the time." Toshinori scratched his head in embarrassment. As the visit was coming to a close, Toshinori saw the news in the lobby.

"The hero killer Stain, thought to be incarcerated, has escaped as there have been several murders and assaults over the past week with the villain's calling card." the retired hero's head couldn't spin any faster without harm as he started listening. "The villain Akaguro Chizome, also known publicly as Stain, escaped during the night, crippling several guards in his break-out. The heroine Scorch and hero Static have unfortunately been killed by the villain's crusade, and Hound Dog has lost his right leg as well, ending his career." Toshinori's blood was boiling at the fact his fellow hero and staff at UA had been attacked.

"That may not be the case though, as the hero Ingenium has found a way back into the hero scene after his own attack." the co-reporter noted as an image of the Iida was shown on screen. The turbo hero was in his wheelchair as he was offering assistance to an evacuation.

"You're right." Daikaku noted. "The pro hero Ingenium, after his injuries from the hero killer, has made a remarkable recovery and is now back as a small-time hero helping in rescue operations." the former symbol of peace couldn't help but smile at his student's brother. The young man was so hurt that he couldn't continue the family business, but it seems he found his own way to help people.

As Toshinori walked out of the hospital, he wondered how Stain had escaped in the first place.

"What do you mean you wanna leave?" Tomura asked Shuichi. It was sudden, but the scaled man didn't hesitate.

"I want to leave the league. With Stain now out again, I'm going to join him on his purge. That doesn't mean that I'm turning on you, but I'm no longer a member of your group." Shuichi explained.

"Spin-chan! At least come hang with us after your murders! I wanna hear how it's like to fight along Stain!" Himiko called as she draped herself over the couch as usual.

"That's right dear, any time you feel, come and spend some time with us. We're still friends, and that'll never change." Kenji smiled. The other league members were also giving regards.

"Dude, if workin' with the hero killer doesn't pan out, we'll still be here!" Jin gave the lizard man a thumbs up and pat on the back.

"Thanks, everyone. I'll keep in touch and tell you how he's like up close." Suichi smiled at their acceptance, no longer afraid it looked like a betrayal.

"Please do." Tomura noted with grace. "Even if we walk different paths, we all still consider you part of this family. Don't hesitate to come back." Tomura couldn't force Shuichi without having everyone leaving, but he could at least be an unwitting spy telling them Stains location. He still was able to convince the others to stay behind by their ties, so it wasn't a catastrophic loss. It was still irritating he still couldn't contact Archibald, but he knew the mage had just cut his losses with them and would reappear when they get the resources he would want to trade for.

"Thanks boss." the bladesman bowed. "And remember toots, this Friday I'm taking you out to the Spira Art Museum." Kenji blushed lightly about the planned first date. As Shuichi walked out of the warehouse, the League of Villains was short by a member.

Archibald watched the pieces he had, the puppets and pawns he turned to his side, and looked at what he could do to retrieve more resources for his mystic research. He still had people who owned stores that would give him specialty woods, metals, and jewels as well as people who could craft them expertly into what he needed. His stocks and accounts still kept his research funded, but it would be difficult to not have corpses to run experiments on.

'Maybe the widow at the morgue would be a new pawn for the collection.' he pondered. As much as he would like, without a backer with significant power, the mage's mobility was hampered by his enemies.

That just left him with nothing but time, and what was a few more years compared to immortality?

That's it for this chapter everyone! Now as I look back I realize that I've written a lot, more than I thought in fact. Because of this, I think I may need to go on hiatus before I burn out and make something sub-par. How long shall this leave of absence be? I honestly don't know. But I can confirm that when I start again, there will be a few chapters already made for you all to enjoy. If you liked this smaller chapter, or think I could improve in some areas, please let me know in the comments. I've still kept up with every response you all have given me up to this point (now at 76). Till next time!