Aizawa had a lot of things he wanted to do, during the hours when he wasn't taking care of his students. Sleep, nap, rest… there were a lot of options to spend his free time. Kicking journalists out of the school was not at the very top of the list. In fact, it was near the very bottom.

"This is an unacceptable violation of the right of free speech!" One of them was shouting back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive us." He said in the most monotonous tone possible, pushing her through the gate. He pulled out a fruit juice from his pocket and walked up to Nedzu, who was examining the gate with Ectoplasm and Nemuri. "Any idea what happened?"

"Someone used a Quirk and, for lack of a better term, dusted our main gate."

"And the press didn't even question it?" Mic asked.

Aizawa frowned, "I think they said something like 'Oh, the bad gate is gone, let's not question it. We are dumb idiots that should be mass-categorized as villains and…'"

"Yes, I think you are right Aizawa." Nedzu interrupted him before looking toward Hound Dog, "Anything?"

"Too many smells." Ryo Inui, the Pro Hero known as Hound Dog, crouched on all fours on the ground, said. And with that Aizawa was being generous, because the phrase was a far less intelligible 'Thrrr Mrrrhnyrrr Smrrrhs.' That Aizawa was able to even decodify the sentence went to Vlad's credit, who had given him a crash course in Angry Hound Dog-Japanese.

"Unfortunate, but I suppose nothing else can be done about it. Ectoplasm swiped the school and didn't find anyone else, but just in case we will keep an eye out for anyone suspicious." Nedzu nodded, "I do wonder if… No, this wouldn't help their case." He murmured, before turning, "Well, back to work everyone, and make sure to deliver. Aizawa, I believe your new colleague is waiting for you."

Aizawa nodded, walking away with Mic toward Gym B. "So, penny for your thought?"

"I don't have any in particular. A journalist with a Quirk like that isn't impossible, but it might have also been someone with a grudge against All Might."

"Those are two whole thoughts."

"None of those is particular and Nedzu has run through all of them either way, and probably more scenarios still."

Mic hummed, before pointing toward Aizawa in the way he always did, that half smirk that always threatened to turn into a full smile and that finger gun he always made, "Well then, let's change subject. How are you doing with your charge?"

"Melissa stays barely at home. She has a lot of cousins to spend time with, and she also made enough friends to keep her busy." He frowned, "I was worried for her grades but Power Loader said the first two days are going amazingly well." He paused, "Also, my cats like her."

"Awww, even little Oro?"

"Especially Oro." He replied in his usual tired tone, having found the white cat huddled next to Melissa often while she watched her phone on his couch. His other two cats, Kim and Nemu, and also taken well with the girl's presence, with the white and orange furred Kim often loudly asking for food and the black furred Nemu liking to sleep in her bed. "I'd say Melissa seems to be doing well. Now, don't you have anything better to do?"

"Not particularly." Mic replied, and Aizawa sighed, turning a corner to the entrance of Gym B.

There were three kinds of training facilities at UA. Of those, Gym A and B were those connected directly to the school, while the others were buildings on their own further on academy grounds. Further stills were the various training grounds and buildings like the USJ. Aizawa still had no idea where all the money for the school came from. Rumor was Nedzu was one of the richest men… beasts… mammals in the world, but the truth of that statement was probably between Nedzu and the tax collectors. More money came from HPSC founding, of course, and more still from private investors that liked to have their name on big billboards during the Sport Festival.

Aizawa frowned again. "You just thought about the Sport Festival, didn't you?" Mic asked, and Aizawa grunted. The Sport Festival was a looming threat, since it was only eighteen days ahead, with the school already preparing, the arena getting touched up. Nedzu had said he had something 'special' in mind for the second round too, which was enough of a warning to make even Aizawa feel the need to run for the hills. 'Special' with Nedzu meant 'almost killing my students or scarring them for life' after all.

His thoughts were stopped when him and Mic, still in tow, arrived at the door of Gym B, to find a trembling skeletal All Might standing in front of it, his hand slowly trying and failing to reach the doorknob as he kept retracting it at the last second. They walked closer, and All Might gasped, straightening himself, "Oh, Aizawa, Mic, what are you doing here?"

"We could ask the same thing. Specifically, why are you not going inside?"

"I…" All Might looked at them, then at the doorknob, "I think the doorknob is broken?"

Aizawa pressed it and pushed it down, lightly swinging the door open and then, without a word, staring back at All Might.

"It's a miracle, hallelujah?" The man asked in an unconvincing tone. Aizawa just sighed and walked in.

What he found was, in short order, the newly elected class president of Class 1-A clutching a broken arm, an elderly man shouting at him, and an elderly woman shouting at said man.

Aizawa went to close the door, walk out, possibly pretend he Gym B had mysteriously vanished due to an unknown Quirk, and sleep, but before he could Mic walked in. "Good day listeners!" He shouted, drawing everyone's attention as usual. Traitor.

"Ah, Aizawa, you are here. Help me get in the thick skull of this idiot that torturing students is not training." Chiyo Shuzenji, Recovery Girl, school nurse and primary reason why Nedzu hadn't yet been sent to jail for almost killing students on a regular basis, said, accompanying her comment with a light blow to Gran Torino's head with her cane.

"I don't torture my students. Isn't that right Toshinori?" Gran Torino asked, pointing at All Might with own cane.

"No sir! It's not torture if the pain is motivated by getting stronger sir!" All Might replied, turning to muscle form while standing at attention.

Everyone stayed silent for a long moment, the only sound being Midoriya panting to stand back up. "And you!" Chiyo Shuzenji said, pointing at Midoriya, "When a senile old man tells you to hit a training dummy, you ask 'do you need your pills?' don't just swing a fist at full strength." Aizawa looked behind Midoriya, where a training dummy, or what was left of it, was indeed embedded in the wall of the Gym. He sighed. Cementoss wasn't going to like the extra job.

Meanwhile, the so called senile old man had scoffed, "Pfft, no, the kid did exactly what I asked for like he should have. Toshinori, what do my students say when I ask them to do something?"

"'No I beg you sir, I'm too young to die', sir!" All Might answered, before deflating and looking sheepishly at Aizawa, while Gran Torino grumbled.

"Uh, isn't it a problem that Midoriya has seen you?" Present Mic asked.

"Ah! Uhm… Well, Midoriya already knew. He happened to find out a few months ago by chance, when I ran into him while patrolling." All Might explained. Mic nodded and Aizawa noticed the Number One sighing in relief. Weird.

Meanwhile, Chiyo was fixing Midoriya's arm, the limb rotating two entire times before it decided it was in the right position to realign the bones and repair the muscles.

Aizawa coughed in his fist, feeling his tiredness increase by the second, going from 'I need a light nap' to 'I wish I was a Polar Bear to hibernate for the next six months', and looked at his student, "Midoriya, I thought we talked about your Quirk."

"W-We did Professor, but Professor Torino…"

"Gran Torino is enough."

"Gran Torino asked me to hit the dummy and I thought poking it with a finger wouldn't… be… enough…" Aizawa gave him his patented 'you just did something really dumb kid' look and Midoriya fell into a low mumbling, as Aizawa turned to Gran Torino and stared directly toward the old man.

"You are expelled." He said out loud to the cane wielding Pro Hero.

"I'm not a student, kid."

"I know, but I wish you were." He dryly replied, while Mic laughed behind him. He sighed. This was so illogical.

-x-

Midoriya sighed as he munched some more gummy bears Recovery Girl had given him. She had just popped out a whole packet and told him to eat them all. He felt tired, and the woman had said that if she had to fix his arm again, he would probably pass out, so he was essentially on hold until the three teachers, the nurse, and the teaching assistant came to an agreement on what he would do for the rest of the hour.

"Midoriya, come here." Aizawa suddenly said, looking at him as the teen stood up, wobbled a bit and walked up to them.

"Y-Yes, Professor?"

"Midoriya, did you really only awaken your Quirk last month?"

Izuku looked uncomfortably to All Might, Gran Torino and Recovery Girl, who all nodded. Oh right, the professor had said awakened. "… Yes?"

Aizawa stared at him for a long moment. "Did you consider telling me?"

"I-I assumed you knew?"

"And when it became clear that I didn't, when I get documentation on your Quirk I only got 'Superpower' and a description with no indication about your late awakening, because I evaluated you in what clearly came across as unfair judgment under the assumption you had just never trained your quirk, why didn't you just bring it up?"

"I… kind of thought I needed to put in the extra effort to catch up to the class, that's why I never questioned it? Like, yes, I understand I need to work a lot more than the others either way so… why bring up I'm… different?"

Aizawa brought a hand to his face, passed it over it. "Alright. Alright. Alright. You." He pointed to All Might, "You knew. Why didn't you bring it up?"

"Because the boy and him are made of the same stuff." Gran Torino said, giving a light tap with his cane on All Might's leg, "He probably had the exact same thought."

Aizawa nodded, and Izuku looked at his teacher. He had known the man only for three days, but he had always seemed scary before tired. It was maybe the first time he looked homicidal in the scowl he was sending at All Might.

"Ugh. Fine. Fine. We can work with this. The Sport Festival will be difficult, but for starters we need to figure out how to not make you explode like a firework every time you throw a punch. To be clear, I'm placing that as a deadline. If you don't prove you can throw a punch without exploding, I will block your participation at the event." He paused, "Oh, and don't tell the class that the Sport Festival is coming. Most of them probably know, but we will announce it officially next Monday."

Izuku's eyes went wide at the thought. The UA Sport Festival was a big event in Japan. Within the country it was quite literally bigger than the Olympics as far as yearly spectators went. Granted, the big draw was the third years, who were basically Pro Heroes, but even as a first year he would have the country's eyes on him. He just hadn't thought about it yet, with everything that had happened at UA so far.

Izuku felt his legs almost give way before All Might caught him, only for his skeletal physique to give way too. Luckily, Present Mic caught them both, and the man managed to prevent the duo from collapsing like a jenga tower. "Aizawa, didn't we talk about breaking news with some elegance?"

"We did." He nodded, "Now, Gran Torino, go ahead."

"Finally! We only have twenty minutes, but whatever. So, we have proven you can't punch someone without destroying your arm. So, I need you to figure out what you can do to work around that."

"I…"

"Don't give me a 'I don't know' or I will hit you with my cane."

"B-But I really don't know!" Izuku protested. Gran Torino hit him with his cane. "Ouch."

"I told you I would." The man scoffed.

"Not to criticize the madman with a stick, but is violence the only answer you have?" Present Mic asked, "Because I'm not sure that will help."

Gran Torino pondered the question, then shrugged, "If it works, it works." Before Present Mic could argue with that, he pointed the stick at Izuku, "You have to think about that power of yours better. It's no use to just flail it around."

Izuku nodded. He knew he was doing something wrong with his Quirk, considering All Might didn't usually explode in a spectacle of gore every time he fought someone, but the answer was still eluding him. "I will do my best sir!"

"Good kid. Now, I want you to punch someone."

Everyone stared at Gran Torino. "Oh my god he actually is senile…" Present Mic muttered – which in his case meant saying something just slightly louder than a normal person's voice.

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Hitting objects is useless. The kid will never learn to control himself if he doesn't really try to." Gran Torino replied, "Why do you think we have him?" He pointed the stick at Aizawa, "He can stop him from actually splattering the target all over the back wall."

"Who is the target, though?" Present Mic asked, "I mean, only a total idiot would take the risk."

It was a mistake, Izuku realized a moment later as everyone in the room slowly turned toward his English teacher. "How nice of you to volunteer." Gran Torino smiled, and Izuku had the impression he had taken offense before realizing that the old man probably meant to be the target. Oh boy.

Izuku watched Present Mic's eyes move toward the mannequin embedded in the wall and then slowly toward Aizawa in a silent plea for help. "Shota, we have been friends since high school…"

Professor Aizawa put a hand over Mic's shoulder. "Good luck, Yamada."

Mic looked at Izuku's fist. He looked at him with the best impression of teary eyes he could put together, "Izuku – can I call you Izuku right? – Help."

Izuku turned to Gran Torino, "Sir, I feel like you are asking me to punch a puppy."

"Nah, I would have called Hound Dog for that." Gran Torino replied, and Izuku couldn't tell if it was meant as a joke.

"Please don't make me kill my English teacher."

"Oh kid." Gran Torino patted him on the back, "That is entirely up to you. Plus ultra."

Izuku gulped. Present Mic whimpered.

-x-

In the end, Izuku didn't murder his teacher, thankfully. He wasn't sure if the Green Valley Clan could cover up for that – 'No, bad Izuku, don't think of covering up murders, what is wrong with you?!' – and he really doubted 'Plus Ultra' would get him out of trouble if he did.

He didn't really achieve anything either, since he kept deactivating the power on his own before even touching Present Mic, or Aizawa would deactivate it before he reached the man. In only twenty minutes, he didn't get much done. "It's only the first day." All Might said encouragingly, and Izuku nodded.

"Wait, does that mean we will have to do that every day?!" Present Mic asked. The man was soaked in sweat, mostly from the fear of One for All powered fists stopping inches from his body, and Izuku had punched him normally an awful number of times. It honestly felt like he should have begged for forgiveness from the man.

"Don't worry, we won't need you next time." Gran Torino grumbled, "I will step in."

"Why didn't you do it in the first place?!"

"You were so eager to volunteer." The old man replied with a grin. Izuku sighed, and then his new teacher turned towards him. "We are going to keep this up. Starting tomorrow, we will be adding an hour of training every day."

Izuku nodded quickly, while Aizawa sighed and mumbled something about adding even more to do. The teen quickly bowed to his teachers and was let go, rushing back to change and then to class for the next few lessons. He entered the class just as his classmates did.

"Oh my god Izuku, you are alive!" Himiko shouted.

"I… Yes, I am, why?"

"I don't know, you were taken away and never came back!"

"I told you he was just taking that extra lesson." Masuchan replied, "Sorry Izukun, she got worried."

"I just…" She pouted, "Come on, you get it."

"Shimura, Sako, Midoriya, at your seats, come on." Professor Cementoss said walking in, and the three rushed to their seats.

Izuku looked at his hands and sighed. Knowing the Sports Festival was coming up, and with Mister Aizawa's word about not participating if he couldn't control his Quirk at least a bit by then, he had just set a hard deadline for himself. 'I can do it.' Izuku told himself, 'I can do this.'

-x-

"Five bucks says he can't do it." The Second said, looking at Izuku's thoughts.

"Deal!" Daigoro Banjo shouted.

"What do you even need five bucks for? It's American money, and you don't have them, and if you had them you couldn't even buy anything with them!" Nana said, before En put a hand on her right shoulder.

"Don't think about it, their brain works in mysterious ways." En sighed and turned to Yoichi, "Any idea what's going on with the kid?"

"Not really. No one ever exploded before." The Third begrudgingly commented, "Maybe it's a sign that he shouldn't have One for All."

"Please don't start something." En said, "Whether we like it or not, Midoriya is the Nineth. And All for One is still alive, so he will have to deal with him."

"He is his literal future son-in-law; do you seriously think he will?" The Second asked.

"I mean, he seems genuine about wanting to be a Hero." Shinomori pointed out.

"Oh yes I will trust the Yakuza heir to not become a criminal, that seems logical to do." The Third scoffed, "Shit, why are we even discussing this? He is the son of a high-tier criminal, in a relation, fake as it might be right now, with the daughter of another high-tier criminal, and all of his best friends are criminals!" His arms went wide, "Am I going insane to think maybe, just maybe, he might not exactly have the best incentives at being on team good guys?"

No one could argue with that, really. Izuku was a good kid, in En's opinion, but growing up could make even the best people less than good, and that was with normal lives. It was undeniable that the Third had a point in saying Izuku's friends and family weren't exactly an incentive to fight All for One. If anything, they were the perfect incentive to tolerate him or, god forbid, help him.

"Alright, alright, so maybe Nineth won't be the one that will forever end the All for One menace. That's still the same success rate as all of his predecessors." Shinomori pointed out. Nana raised her hand, "No, Eighth still didn't succeed, as the fact All for One is still around proves."

Nana huffed.

"In fact, we don't even know if Himiko and Tomura are evil or not. For all we know, they don't like the family business just as much as Izuku does-"

"Now you are just being overly optimistic." The Second argued, stopping him.

"I have to agree." En said, "I'm all for giving the kid at least a measly chance, but let's not pretend the Shigaraki children are anything but Villains."

Shinomori sighed. "Fine. Let's not go that far then. All of us have dedicated our lives to try and stop All for One. We should at least wait to see what Nineth does before judging him."

The Second and Third grumbled, and En had to admit, he wasn't really up to the idea. But the Fourth did have at least a point: Nineth was genuine enough in his intention to be a Hero. Whether the Second was right or the Fourth was, and he right now felt like he agreed more with the former, there was no hiding the fact that Izuku was the Nineth, a Yakuza heir, and an aspiring Hero.

Only he could decide what he was going to become.

-x-

Waking up that morning, Izuku felt like a lot of expectations had just been casted upon him, then he remembered who he was.

Right, Yakuza heir, Number One's heir, aspiring Hero, only hope to stop two different gang wars, wielder of a Quirk he had little over two weeks to master on a passable level.

Yeah, he felt like there were a lot of expectations on him. He looked at his phone. The Green Valley Chat was already alive with the good mornings from Jiro, Himiko and Masuchan. Since the former lived in Shizuoka and the latter two lived in Yokohama, they had to wake up earlier than he or Pony did, if they wanted to get to school on time, so their routine was always the same.

That was when he counted again the good mornings. Almost one hour earlier, GlassesForDays had left one too, and Izuku suddenly realized Iida was in the chat.

Iida was in the chat.

The Green Valley Chat.

A quick glance to the list of people showed that late the night before Uraraka and Yaoyorozu had been invited by Himiko, and then Uraraka had invited Iida. Terrified, Izuku scrolled up, but thankfully they had never really mentioned who their parents were in the chat, as far as he could remember. Himiko was always called Himiko and her brother was only brought up as 'big bro', so there really wasn't much to worry about.

He sighed, sent his own good morning – that Iida promptly welcomed, making him wonder if he was just walking around with his phone on the ready or if he was just lucky – and dressed up. Opening his wardrobe he instinctively looked for Kurogiri, but the mist man was nowhere to be seen. He sighed in relief and went back to change for his fourth day of school.

Walking out, he found his father in the kitchen. "Good morning Izuku." The man with green hair waved.

"Morning." He yawned, "Where's mom?"

"I thought she could use some extra sleep this morning so offered to take over her cooking duties. Here." He passed Izuku eggs and bacon with a glass of orange juice, the quintessential American breakfast in Izuku's imagination.

"Thanks." He said, cautiously biting the food, unsure of his dad's cooking skills. That proved unnecessary. As it turned out, his dad was an excellent cook, and once he started digging in, Izuku felt he was getting a treat comparable to his mother's. "This is really good dad."

"Ah!" He grinned victorious, "I'll have you know, your old man wanted to be a cook when he was young, and was putting quite a lot of effort into it."

"Why did you change your mind?" Izuku asked, curious.

"Well, your grandfather was pretty clear about me being the next successor of the clan, so around the end of high school I kind of stopped aiming at it as a job and kept it up as a hobby." Hisashi replied, and Izuku couldn't help but frown. His dad clearly noticed, because he coughed, "Uhm, of course those were different times, now you can absolutely be a Hero and a Yakuza heir."

Izuku sighed, "You don't have to try so hard dad. I… know this will be hard."

Hisashi smiled, "Hey, I'm not lying when I say we live in different times. You want to be a Hero, and I'm not going to stop you."

Despite himself, Izuku felt his eyes tear up a bit. "Dad, I… Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you ever wish you were… someone else? Not the leader of the Green Valley Clan, just someone else, a normal salary man, or a completely legal entrepreneur?"

Hisashi moved his hand to his chin, in thought, "Mh. Good question. To answer it, I think I did when I was very young."

"Now you don't?"

"Nope." Hisashi smiled, "See, being the leader of the Green Valley Clan is hard. It's a lot of work, a lot of danger, and not a little amount of fear for what your rivals might do. It's like being a tycoon, except your business rivals only do hostile takeovers. However, the Clan gave me something I would have never had without it."

"What was it?" Izuku asked.

Hisashi put a hand on his head and ruffled his hair, "Simple. I never would have met your mother. I would have never had you." He smiled, and Izuku saw the same smile he had, emphasizing the resemblance between him and his father more than anything else, "I think this family makes it worth it all, don't you agree?"

Izuku would have loved to say no. Would have loved to say that his family didn't make being a criminal worth it. He couldn't though. He couldn't pretend he didn't care about what his family meant. He could only nod.

His dad smiled. "I know this is hard. But I want you to know, your mother and I are all here to help you. Is there something I can help you with?"

"No, I…" He paused, "Actually, there is something I could use some help with." He said.

His father listened, frowned, and then nodded with a large smile on his face. "I think I can help with this."

-x-

Shinomori sniffed looking at the scene from Izuku's eyes.

The Third had turned away from the group.

En and Daigoro were hugging.

"Goddammit guys, pull yourself together!" The Second said, before turning to the First, "Oh my god, you too?"

Yoichi was indeed biting his lip while trying to not cry either. "Sorry. Family is kind of a weak spot…"

The Second slumped down on his chair in defeat. Meanwhile Nana sighed. It was nice to see stuff like this. She really hoped her family was doing well too.

-x-

"You are in a good mood Tomura." Mustard said, noticing his boss' eldest son smile as the car barreled toward the school, his father once again behind the wheel. He really wished All for One would just hire a chauffeur, but for some god forsaken reason the man wouldn't, instead keeping the living violation of the driving code behind the wheel.

Maybe it was because his 'father' broke so many laws while driving, thinking about it.

"I have good reasons to. Today, I'm making my debut."

"I didn't know you were a singer." Mustard replied, gaining a scowl from Tomura and a snort from Dabi and Himiko. Even from Compress actually, but that was a mistake, as in doing so he waved the wheel slightly to the left, sending them all that way before retaking control. "I swear you are going to kill us all!"

"Don't worry, if we are about to crash, I can just ball us all and we will survive."

"That is not reassuring!" He shouted, before turning to Tomura, "So…"

"I meant my debut as a Villain, idiot."

"Oh. Oooh!" Mustard nodded, suddenly very interested, "That's actually really cool!"

Dabi chuckled, "That sounds weird from a UA student."

"Come on, you know I'm a Villain too." Mustard argued, "I'm just infiltrating."

Dabi didn't say anything, just shrugging, though Himiko nodded. "So, big bro, are you taking someone else with you for your debut?"

"Kurogiri, Noumu and a bunch of mobs, they are already waiting at our destination." He pointed at the scarred villain. "Dabi is staying in reserve, but he won't intervene unless things go south. I wanted to use only my personally recruited party, but there is another high level NPC that was unexpected, so I borrowed him for it just in case."

"Are you sure you are debuting as a Villain and not as a pro gamer?" Himiko asked, gaining another scowl for Tomura.

"So unfair…" Mustard muttered.

"Don't worry, you might get some action soon too." Dabi replied. Mustard raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Well…" He started to talk, but Tomura stopped him by putting the back of his hand over his mouth.

"No spoilers. They ruin the experience." The grey-haired man replied, before the car screeched to an halt making the four recoil from the sudden stop.

"UA kids, this is the exit!" Compress declared, and both Himiko and Mustard started to rush out of the car. Before they stopped, though, Mustard thought of something and turned toward Tomura. "Uh, why didn't you just use Kurogiri to go there instead of taking the car?"

"None of your business." Tomura started.

"He just wanted to spend as little time as possible with the grunts." Dabi completed. Tomura grunted but did not deny it. After that, Mustard closed the car door and Compress immediately sped off.

"Welp, hope he has fun today." Himiko said, "I know we will."

"What do you mean?"

"I have plans with the girls later. We are going to buy some clothes." She smiled, "It's really nice to have female friends again, I have to say."

"Come on, I was helpful."

"Yes, but you are a guy. You have good taste, I'll give you that, but I need girls' opinions too."

"My fashion is always on point…" Mustard pouted, and the two proceeded toward UA.

-x-

"So, today we are going to the USJ." Aizawa said. The whole class had been brought out of the school and toward a bus. The entirety of 1-A started to cheer, so the man sighed, and, after using his Quirk and presence to calm them down, shook his head. "And no, it's not United Studios Japan, it's a training facility."

The cheer died down a bit, though everyone still seemed pretty happy.

"Where is All Might, Professor Aizawa?" Izuku asked.

"All Might has encountered some difficulties on his way to work and will join us later." The professor drawled in a speech he seemed to have memorized more than learned. Izuku was the only one to realize he probably had, since they were probably using it as the cover story for when All Might reached his limit.

Which, thinking about it, he had reached the limit that early in the morning? It must have been a busy day.

"That big oaf might not be here, but I will be with you too." Another voice declared, and everyone looked down to spot Gran Torino. "I'm your new teaching aid, Sorahiko Torino, and I'm here to train you all and turn you into proper Heroes. Nice to meet you, good talk, now get on the bus." He explained, before walking on said bus and sitting down at the front seat, right behind the driver. The rest of the class looked toward Aizawa, who just sighed.

"Just… do what he says or ask me if he sounds insane. Maybe if he goes full senile, I can kick him out before he murders someone." Their Homeroom Teacher explained.

No one knew if that was supposed to be taken as a joke, but everyone elected to take it as that and march on the bus.

"So, what do you think we will do?" Himiko, sitting next to him, asked.

"I don't really know, I never heard of the school's USJ. Maybe more combat training?" He tried to guess.

"I hope it's rescue training." Uraraka chimed in, "That's the branch of heroism I'm aiming for."

"I hope that too." Mineta exclaimed. "Specifically first aid."

"We need to learn to do artificial respiration." Kaminari chimed in.

"Mouth to mouth is a very important skill." Masuchan completed, and the three exchanged a fist bump.

"Mineta, Sako, Kaminari, please don't be so crass!" Iida exclaimed, "I do not believe you should treat so lightly such delicate operations as the rescue efforts! It is a crucial part of heroism!"

"More importantly it's not that hard to guess none of you has ever had a first kiss." Tsuyu declared, and suddenly everyone was staring at her. She seemed non-plussed, her face not showing much emotion. "I only say what I think."

"W-Wait, I did have a first kiss!" Kaminari shouted.

"Really? When? With who?" Mina asked, completely focused on Kaminari, both eyes on him, while Mineta and Masutaro both slid away from the blonde.

"Y-You wouldn't know her…" He looked around, and tried to change subject, "A-Anyway we are not the only ones!"

"Wow you dropped that lie before we could even start to dismantle it." Jiro pointed out, while Mina pouted.

"Come on, it's not that big of a deal, we are still young." Masutaro said, "I bet a lot of people in this bus have never had a first kiss." He sighed, "Look, I apologize for the joke before, and those two do too. Is that alright?"

"Sure." Tsuyu nodded, "I wasn't really bothered about the joke either way, I just made an observation."

"Uh!" Mina perked up, "I know! Let's try to guess who has had their first kiss!"

"Ashido, please, it's a violation of everyone's privacy!" Iida shouted, but that only made the pink girl zero on him.

"Let's start with the man with a plan!" She studied him for a moment, "I'm gonna say kissless."

"I…" Iida started, but before he could every person in the bus that was going to give their opinion – which meant everyone bar Yaoyorozu, Tokoyami, Izuku, Bakugo and Todoroki – started agreeing, making Iida blush bright red. "It's true…" He finally admitted.

"Alright! Then next…" She pointed both fingers toward Tokoyami, who suddenly felt very watched and started almost pitifully looking around for help, but before she could finish the sentence someone else spoke.

"What about you Mina?" Masutaro asked, a grin on his face.

"Eh?"

"I mean, you always ask us about our love life, but how is yours?" He asked, and all at once Izuku saw understanding dawn in everyone's eyes, particularly Jiro's, as they watched the pink girl start to sweat.

"Yes Mina." The girl with earphone jacks asked, "What is your love life like?"

"Got a lot of kisses?" Pony interjected.

"Got a boyfriend?" Masuchan questioned.

Under the relentless rain of questions, Mina started to crack. "Ahah… Uhm… Well… It's a bit…" She went bright red, trying desperately to find a way out.

"No, no, we want to know now. Please, do tell."

Mina looked around. Kirishima was very pointedly looking out of the window and trying to not make eye contact, Izuku noticed. He also noticed who else was getting tired of this whole love talk.

"Shut the fuck up!" Bakugo shouted, standing up, "Stop yapping on and on about useless shit, is that clear?!"

For a moment no one said anything, just staring at him, then Tsuyu nodded. "I'm gonna say kissless." She said, pointing her tongue at Bakugo.

The teen roared and everyone else started to laugh uncontrollably.

Izuku leaned back, watching outside the window. Another good day of school.

-x-

Izuku watched, mouth wide open, as Kurogiri appeared at the center of the plaza, Tomura and other villains emerging from the portal he opened. A moment before, they were listening to Thirteen's explanation about the use of dangerous Quirks, and a moment later, his girlf- friend's brother and the bartender/monster in the closet marched out.

"W-Who are those?" Mineta asked.

"Is this an exercise?" Kirishima guessed. Izuku looked around. Himiko and Masutaro were both as surprised as he was. 'They didn't know? Or are they faking it?' He found himself wondering. Before he could find an answer, Pony and Jiro had closed on him, placing themselves on both sides.

"I see All Might is not here." Tomura said, loud enough he could be heard. "This is disappointing. How are we supposed to clear the stage if the final boss is not around?"

Izuku shivered. Killing All Might? Villains had tried for years, and Tomura thought he could do it?

"Well, not much we can do about it. In that case, I will start by murdering the kids to kill some time. That's all low-level NPCs can do." He continued. Izuku was speechless and turned to Himiko.

"You didn't know, right?" He whispered, trying to keep his voice low, even if he knew that the situation was so tense Jiro was probably the only one that would pay attention to them.

"I had no clue!" She whispered back, and Izuku looked at her grey eyes, realizing she was telling the truth, "I have friends in this class, I would have done something about it…"

"I believe you." He replied, still in whispered words. He really did. Call it a hunch, or call him a fool, but he trusted the girl. He trusted his friends.

Meanwhile Tomura was finishing his monologue, and Izuku wondered why his teachers weren't attacking yet. Then he realized the problem. Eraserhead was a Hero that fought by laying ambushes or one against one, Gran Torino was a mostly retired Hero from what he had found the day before in his search for information on him, and Thirteen was a rescue Hero. Even if the elderly man turned out to be stronger than expected, and he and the Underground Hero worked together, this was a bad match-up for all of them.

Especially because of the hulking monstrosity of a man that had walked out to stand next to Tomura, beak filled with jagged teeth and brain exposed, eyes looking empty and vacuous as he stared speechlessly at the class. That man was clearly a power type, and even if Aizawa could take away his Quirk, who knew how strong he was?

"-Everyone, will know the name of the Villain that will lead the next age of Villains." He looked at the crowd of Villains, all of them ready to shout. Izuku realized he had told them to do that. Wow. That was really egocentric, but Izuku supposed it was part of being a Villain leading a large organization.

"Everyone will know…" He raised a hand, clearly a cue for his people to shout his name.

The mooks screamed Tomura's Villain name.

Tomura's eyes went wide, clear shock visible even beside the hand on his face.

Izuku almost felt sorry for the man, covering his face in second-hand shame.

Himiko, Jiro and Masuchan, after a moment, started laughing uncontrollably, while Pony was giggling. Luckily, Bakugo was laughing even louder, Sero and Kaminari were in tears, and even Uraraka, Ashido and Kirishima were barely resisting the urge to join them. Even Izuku's mind, for some reason, resonated with laughter, and he had to question if that meant he was going insane or if he wanted to laugh too.

Really, introducing yourself with a big speech and then revealing you are called 'Handjob' was probably not the best idea. It kinda killed the tension.

For a long, long moment no one dared to speak or move, except for the mooks still chanting 'Handjob! Handjob! Handjob!', then Gran Torino coughed awkwardly in his fist. "Can we fight now?"

The newly-christened Handjob sighed, his shoulders slumped down like a defeated man. "Go get 'em." He muttered, and his allies, either ignoring or not caring about their now miserable boss, prepared to attack.

That brought Izuku and the rest of 1-A back into the situation at hand, no matter how funny it was – and it was really funny, judging by the fack both Himiko and Masutaro were still barely holding back their laughter – but before he could react in any way, Gran Torino and Eraserhead dashed forward, while Thirteen placed herself in front of them.

And then the dark mist came, Kaminari and Bakugo jumping toward it the moment it materialized despite Thirteen's shout to stop. A second later, Izuku felt the ground vanish under him. One final thought hit him before he was swallowed by the darkness along with most of his class.

'I really hope this doesn't take someone to my closet, that'd be weird to explain.'

(xx)

Hey look, this week the universe didn't do anything to Izuku.
... Well anything unusual.
... Look, count this as a win.

Brownie points to whoever can figure out the hidden meaning of Aizawa's cat names.
Meanwhile, though, we have Gran Torino setting up shop at UA, a terrified Toshinori, a very tired Aizawa that gets told something he should have been told weeks ago, a paternal Hisashi, a flustered Mina, a very direct Tsuyu and a very embarrassed Shigaraki.

The Hisashi talk is something I've wanted for a while, and I'm happy with how it came out. Considering Hisashi getting a prominent role in a story where he isn't All for One is pretty rare, I decided to avoid going for the uncaring father figure. I might never write him again once this story is over, I want to make that one time be a happy one.

And here comes the USJ, 20 chapters in. More or less we are going according to schedule, I'd say. Good stuff. Let's see if I can keep it up.

Also something something discord server ( discord. gg / 95ZuA6GtDr) to get notified about the fic on release.