Once all of them had made it back to the house, Toshinori found his thoughts drifting back to the other vestige of One For All. He hadn't known that all of the people who'd possessed the Quirk before had actually left a piece of themselves behind when they passed it on. Looking over at Hisashi, Toshinori found that his old friend seemed to be focusing on his driving, which while that was a good thing so far as getting them all back home in one piece went, it also seemed that he was trying not to think about what they'd all seen back in Deika city.

The fact that he'd actually been able to speak with his younger brother, who he'd always seemed to miss no matter how many times he'd denied it to Toshinori's face, seemed to have more or less closed himself off while he drove them and the rest of their family back to U.A., making a brief stop on the way so that he could drop Inko back at their home. He and Izuku had been trading silent glances all throughout their ride back, and as their car pulled to a stop and they all started to get out of the car, he and Izuku moved in to embrace Hisashi from both sides.

Staying firmly beside the man who'd raised them both, even as Hisashi laughed and tried to deflect them, and when the three of them reached the front gate, Toshinori took his and Hisashi's I.D. cards and swiped them through the reader for the both of them. Smiling as he heard Izuku's soft laughter, Toshinori grinned as the three of them made their way up to the door into the main building.

"So, how are you planning to get all of us through the door, Toshi-kun?" Hisashi asked, his usual, teasing grin on his face.

"You'll see," he said, grinning back at the man who'd been basically his father – who was Izuku's actual father – for as long as he'd lived as a Quirkless person in this super powered society.

Signaling to Izuku, the pair of them shifted so that they could carry Hisashi through the door, setting him back down on the floor and embracing him once again as he laughed.

"Well, I suppose that's one way handling things," Hisashi said, making a show of smoothing down and straightening out his clothes; which Toshinori knew was entirely for show, since the both of them were going to be changing right back into their respective Hero costumes as soon as the both of them made it back to their rooms.

Still, if there was just one thing that Toshinori could say he knew about Hisashi Midoriya, it was that he lived to indulge and to amuse himself.

~MHA~

Once classes had started up again, Izuku found himself settling comfortably into a routine again, and once again Izuku found himself sitting in Aizawa-sensei's class, listening to Tenko-nii taking roll before Aizawa-sensei himself stood up from his sleeping bad to tell them exactly what it was that they were all going to be doing. However, before their homeroom teacher could say even one word, the lights in their classroom flickered for a long moment, before shutting off. It took another, long moment of darkness – during which the muttering of his more agitated classmates reminded Izuku more than a little of himself; and, depending on what happened next, Kacchan would probably tease him about it – before the lights in the classroom came back on.

"Apologies, students," Principal Nedzu said, his voice echoing over the P.A. system. "It seems as though we lost our connection to the city power-grid, so for the foreseeable future U.A. will be on internal power."

That's strange, Izuku mused, staring up at the P.A. speaker for a long moment, before turning his attention back to Aizawa-sensei again.

Before their homeroom teacher could restart class and go into any kind of lessons, however, Izuku felt the vibrations from his phone that meant someone was calling him. At that very same moment, Aizawa-sensei looked down at his own phone.

"Tenko, take over for me," Aizawa-sensei said, after a glance down at his phone. "The lesson plans are in my desk."

"Duty calls, huh?" Tenko-nii said, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, I'll take care of things back here. The main thing today was going to be that inter-class competition, yeah?"

"We'll discuss that when I get back," Aizawa-sensei said, looking at Tenko-nii for a long time, before turning his attention back to the phone in his hands.

Izuku, who'd been growing steadily more unsettled during the course of Tenko-nii's conversation with Aizawa-sensei, took a deep breath to steady himself. Looking around at the rest of the class, making sure that everyone else was doing as well as they could be expected to be, Izuku settled back into his seat as Tenko-nii directed the class in what turned out to be an improvised study-hall. He was curious about the inter-class competition that his older brother had mentioned, but that was probably going to be handled when Aizawa-sensei made it back to class.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of thing would call Aizawa-sensei out of class when it was in session, though.

~MHA~

/Is something wrong, Hitoshi?/

Narrowing his eyes as he looked down at the text he'd just gotten on his phone, Hitoshi bit the inside of his lower lip to keep himself from sighing. "It looks like the inter-class training exercise was postponed," he said.

He hoped it was only postponed, and not cancelled the way he'd immediately thought when he'd first gotten the message from Class 1-A's homeroom teacher. He still didn't quite know if he should go back to class, since the message just said that Aizawa-sensei was going to be out, nothing about when he was going to be back, or even what he was doing.

/Oh,/ Bombalurina-san said, reaching out so that she could lay her right hand on his shoulder. /Sorry about that; I know you were looking forward to seeing how much you'd been looking forward to seeing the results of all that training you've been doing./

"Yeah," he said, turning to look toward Class 1-A's dorms.

/Do you want to head back to class?/ Bombalurina-san asked, tilting her head in that way he'd seen her do more than a few times when she was thinking deeply about something. /Or, do you want me to call Izuku and see if he could set something up./

"No," he said, smiling gently; Bombalurina really was the nicest person he'd met in class. "No, that's all right."

Then again, Bombalurina was the only one who'd chosen to force the issue when he'd declared that he wasn't a part of Class 1-C to make friends. Not that she'd been pushy about it or anything, she'd just been there. She'd been the only one persistent enough to keep offering him help even after he'd gone so far as to outright tell her his Quirk; right to her face, the same thing that'd driven off all of the other, allegedly well-meaning people who had tried to make friends with him. Really, when he'd told her what his Quirk could do to her, she'd bared her claws and told him that she could tear his eyes out with them.

And then, she'd asked him if he thought that she was the kind of person who would do something like that.

He hadn't expected her to be thinking about the kind of person he was rather than what kind of Quirk he had; no one else, with the notable exception of the other members of Bombalurina-san's family that he'd met, seemed to think about that kind of thing at all.

He'd spent more time with her than he'd spent with any of his other classmates, both from his old school and from U.A., and to this point he didn't regret it one bit.

"We should head back," he said, smiling softly as he reached out to take Bombalurina-san's hand as the pair of them made their way back to class.

/Yeah,/ Bombalurina-san said, lightly squeezing his hand as the pair of them made their way back to class. /Sorry you ended up having to wait; you want me to see if Izuku knows what's going on?/

"I guess," he said, as the pair of them turned to make their way back to class.

He still wondered just what had caused the delay; what kind of situation could have called Class 1-A's homeroom teacher away, and if the inter-class training Aizawa-sensei had mentioned to him – had, in fact, been training him for when their respective schedules had allowed for that kind of thing – was actually still going to happen at all. Still, knowing that he had an opportunity to find out what wa going on was kind of comforting, at least.

He could find at least some satisfaction in that, considering how much training he'd been doing, and the hope he still had for doing more.

~MHA~

"I'm nearly at the site," Aizawa reported, narrowing his eyes as he caught sight of the power plant.

It had clearly been either attacked or sabotaged in some way, since there were the obvious signs of damage, but whoever had actually made the attack had long since disappeared. Or, at least that was what he was seeing on this first approach of his. The sight of Endeavor, looking over the caved-in remnants of the front of the building, settled him down a bit more. Having one of the greatest detectives in Japan would help them to resolve the mystery of just who it was who had been responsible for the destruction of this power plant.

The grimace on the face of the Flame Hero, once Aizawa had drawn close enough to see the expression on his strong-featured face, suggested that there was something more to the situation than he'd been expecting, considering the message he'd just received.

"We're getting reports of several other power plants that have been attacked in just the same manner as this one," Endeavor reported, as soon as Aizawa had jumped down from the perch he'd been using to observe the condition of the power plant. "There have also been reports of other attacks on the country's infrastructure," his eyes narrowed. "It seems as though we're on the verge of a wide-ranging Villain attack."

In order to make sure that he wouldn't be ambushed by any of the saboteurs that might have managed to slip past Endeavor and the Sidekicks that he'd brought with him, Aizawa had initially been staying as high as he could, but once he'd managed to determine that there weren't any other saboteurs – or Villains, since it was beginning to seem that that was what they were currently dealing with – in the area, he'd descended to meet up with Endeavor and his Sidekicks.

"Seems like," he said, making his way over to where Endeavor was standing. "What else have you managed to find?"

"We still haven't managed to determine just how these Villains managed to break in," Endeavor said, narrowing his eyes in clear annoyance at the whole situation.

Aizawa could sympathize; there were few enough Quirks capable of teleportation, and none of the citizens that possessed those Quirks had been anywhere near this area.

"And, despite all of the destruction on display, all signs point to these Villains breaking out, rather than breaking in," Endeavor said.

"That's a problem," Aizawa found himself muttering, narrowing his own eyes as he considered just how something like that could have been possible.

~MHA~

The first time the lights had flickered, Kotaro had found himself startled; there were no clouds in the sky, and there'd been not the slightest sound nor sight of thunder or lightning the entire day. When the lights had actually gone down , at least for long enough for the emergency backup generators to activate and bring the lights and the coffeemaker he'd been using back on again, Kotaro had left the kitchen to find the other members of their family who remained behind in this cozy house that his mother and Hisashi had both established together.

"Kotaro, you saw it too, didn't you?" Inko – his half-sister, as strange a concept as that still was to consider, even after so long living together – said, a worried expression on her face.

"I did," he said, stepping closer to her so that he could support her. "I'm sure we'll be all right. We have a backup generator."

"Yes, and I suppose we also have Gigantomachia, if we really need him," she said, still seeming worried.

He still thought it was kind of strange, sometimes, that someone as free-spirited as Hisashi Shigaraki could have fallen in love with a chronic fretter like Inko Midoriya, even after the pair of them had been married for so many years. Even after they'd had Izuku together, a boy who actually seemed to take more after Inko than Hisashi, even though both of them had raised him together.

"Yes, we'll have his protection, if this does turn out to be some sort of attack," he said.

By now, their connection to Japan's main grid had either stabilized, or their house had completely transferred over to the geothermal generator that Hisashi had had emplaced under the house when he'd first moved in. That was good, since it meant that they were going to have electrical power no matter what happened; at least short of an earthquake directly on top of the building, but then there was also the chance that Hisashi had planned for something like that, too. For all that Hisashi sometimes chose to portray himself as frivolous and caring for nothing but family and sweets, it was obvious to anyone who knew him that Hisashi was the kind of person who planned for anything and everything.

As the rest of their family all gathered together on the first floor of their house, Kotaro paused for a long moment to listen for anyone who might have been approaching the house; Gigantomachia, with his enhanced senses might very well might be the first one to spot them, but there was no reason for him or the rest of them to not pay attention to what was going on outside.

~MHA~

Picking at his lunch, Izuku found himself still wondering about what it was that was happening. Aizawa-sensei still hadn't returned yet, and even though Tenko-nii had all of the lesson plans that Aizawa-sensei had compiled, the way the lights had flickered and then Aizawa-sensei had left didn't give him much of a reason to relax, sit down and just enjoy his lunch. He could only be grateful that 1-A's History class was coming up soon, since he would at least have the chance to talk with Dad about what might be happening.

"Hey, Midoriya!" Kirishima-san called, making his way over to the table where he and Kacchan had settled down to have their respective lunches. "We were thinking, since the joint training between 1-A and 1-B was cancelled, we'd get together and have some training of our own."

"We'll be there, Hedgehog," Kacchan said, leaning back in his seat with a lazy, contented smile.

Izuku chuckled into the bite of katsudon he'd just taken. Swallowing it, Izuku added his own confirmation, since with everything that'd been going on lately, he could use at least some normality during whatever strange times they seemed to be approaching. Once he'd finished with lunch, Izuku followed Kirishima-san and Kacchan out to the exercise yard to meet up with those members of Class 1-B who wanted to join up with them for their impromptu training.

Once he, Kacchan, and Kirishima-san had met up with everyone from class 1-B who wanted to participate, Izuku found himself with his arms full of Monoma-san.

"Partner! It's so good to see you again!" Monoma-san said, smiling widely at him as their groups all met up with each other. "Now that you're here, let's start making plans to beat Class 1-A!"

Chuckling under his breath – Monoma-san, it seemed, would never truly acknowledge Izuku himself as a part of class 1-A; nor did it look like he was going to give up on that one-sided feud he had with the rest of Izuku's class – Izuku pulled out his own phone. There was someone else, after all, who would want to participate in the impromptu training match that the members of Class 1-A and Class 1-B had arranged for themselves.

~MHA~

The sound of his phone going off drew Hitoshi's attention as he and Bambaa-san ate lunch together, and when he turned to look at it, he found that the inter-class training he thought he'd missed was apparently still on. Sure, it seemed like some of the students in classes 1-A and 1-B had set it up on their own, but that only meant that none of them would be receiving class credit for this. It'd still be a good time to get in some practice.

/I guess you just got the same text I did, yeah?/ Bambaa-san asked, purring softly as she made her way over to the table he'd been sitting at.

The pair of them didn't really sit together, since Bambaa-san liked to spend her lunch time looking out the windows, while Hitoshi ate wherever he could find the space, and as fast as he could manage without making himself sick.

"I did," he said, glancing briefly down at his phone, before standing up and making his way out to Ground Beta, where the group of students from Class 1-A and 1-B had all gathered for the team exercises they'd decided to work on unofficially, since Class 1-A's teacher had left the school for some kind of job and so they couldn't really hold the official inter-class training. "Are you planning to come?"

/I think so; Izu invited me, so I think he'd be disappointed if I didn't at least show up,/ Bambaa-san said, ears moving to keep track of the sounds all around them. /Whether I stay for all of it… Well, it depends./

"Yeah," he said, as the pair of them set off for Ground Beta. He still didn't quite know what to make of Bombalurina Midoriya; she was part of a Hero family – adopted or not, she was the daughter of the Number One Hero; one of them, at least – and she was content to stay with him in General Studies. In fact, it really didn't seem like she cared about the Hero Course at all, beyond the fact that her brother was in one of the classes.

He hadn't paid much attention when she'd talked about just what it was that she'd been aiming to get out of General Studies, since he'd just figured she was biding her time until she could parlay the familial connections she had into a transfer into one of the two Hero Course classes. Still, in spite of how much time the pair of them had spent in the same class, Hitoshi had to admit that he didn't really know much more about Bombalurina Midoriya than that she had a brother in the Hero Course, and that she somehow seemed content in General Studies while he wasn't.

He just didn't know what to make of her, sometimes.

~MHA~

When the both of them finally arrived at Training Ground Beta, where Izu, Katsuki, and more than a few of their friends from both Hero Course classes had all gathered for the unofficial interclass training that they'd all arranged beforehand. She still thought it was kind of unsettling, the way Mr. Aizawa had been called out of class for some job or another. She hadn't had such a stark reminder of Mr. Aizawa's dual responsibilities as both Class 1-A's teacher and one of the Heroes that protected the people of Japan before, and as she stood watching Izu and his friends talking about what they were going to do for their training, Bombalurina found herself wondering just what he was doing.

She wondered just what it was that Mr. Aizawa was doing; wondered just what was going to be happening soon, since it was clear that something was in the offing.

"Bambaa-chan, would you mind helping us?" Izu asked, making his way over to where she'd been standing. "I mean, we were planning to start training our Quirks, but Kirishima thought that you might want to help us with that instead of just standing there watching," Izu said, a smile on his face as he invited her to participate in whatever kind of impromptu training exercise that a lot of the students from classes 1-A and 1-B had put together in the absence of an official training exercise.

/What did you have in mind, Izu-chan?/ she asked, curious to know just what it was that Izu and his friends had thought up.

"We thought it would be really manly of you if you'd be willing to play a civilian, so our teams can practice rescuing you!" Ejiro Kirishima – someone Bombalurina didn't know much more about than the fact that his hair was as sharp as his teeth, and he seemed to have a much more inclusive definition of "manliness" than the standard use of the word usually implied – interjected, seemingly before Izu had had the chance to come up with anything of his own to add to the conversation.

/I mean, I guess it would be something to do,/ Bombalurina said, awkward in that same way she'd always found herself when she'd been faced with the kind of enthusiasm Ejiro seemed to be exuding.

Really, it was why she enjoyed being in General Studies with Hitoshi: he was the same, low-key kind of person that she was.

~MHA~

Narrowing his eyes as he studied the video feed that one of his Sidekicks – a man with a Quirk that allowed him to control electronic devices with more precision than even someone familiar with any device that he settled himself behind – had managed to recover from the security cameras within the power plant, Endeavor heard the sound of an indrawn breath next to him.

"It looks like someone was trying to frame Jin Bubaigawara," Shouta Aizawa – the Underground Hero Eraserhead, a man whose professionalism he could fully respect – said, as the pair of them continued to study the video footage his Sidekick had managed to recover.

"It seems so," Endeavor said, narrowing his eyes as he studied the movements of what seemed at first glance to be a group of Jin Bubaigawara's duplicates.

Still, when one looked closer – closer than anyone from the Hero Public Safety Commission would likely take the time to look, considering everything that had happened; it was one of the reasons that he and Aizawa had agreed that Bubaigawara and his family needed to be taken into protective custody – they would be able to see the dull, unfocussed, almost lifeless expressions on the faces of the constructs that seemed to be wearing Bubaigawara's face. Bubaigawara's Quirk created living, breathing, fully functional duplicates. At the very least, one of Bubaigawara's duplicates would have had an actual expression on his face.

More than a few of them would have been wandering off on their own poking at things, if these truly had been Bubaigawara's creations.

However, the constructs Endeavor was currently seeing seemed to be under the complete control of whoever created them, particularly given the dull, almost mechanical way all of the constructs moved.

"I haven't managed to find anything like a control device," Aizawa said, eyes narrowing as he continued to study the recovered video files.

"Yes, I suspect this is the work of more than one Quirk," he said, rising from his chair at last; there was little more they could do with such a limited amount of recovered footage, and there was still the matter of evacuating Jin Bubaigawara and his family of duplicates into protective custody.

He would have to prepare for that. He would also need to speak with Sensei, since the man's breadth of experience and myriad of contacts both within and outside of the Pro Hero system would likely give them a great deal of options that Endeavor couldn't presently see. They would need all of their options open, if they were to properly address this new situation they were presently facing.