They'd switched up teams a couple times by now, with the group from Class 1-A and the group from Class 1-B both playing the part of Villains in their turn, and now they were starting to mix things up, with Monoma all but pouncing on Izu when all of them had broken up to arrange themselves into their new groups for the last exercise of the day. Bombalurina purred softly, as she watched the new groups arrange themselves, then turned her attention back to her phone.

Papa's doctor – the man had quickly given her permission to call him Daruma when they were in public, as well as Kyuudai when they were working in his lab together – had texted her while she'd been waiting for Class 1-B's Hero group to "rescue" her, and the pair of them had made plans for her to meet him after school. Looking up as she heard someone coming towards her, Bombalurina purred softly.

/What is it, Izu-chan?/

"We've decided on our next teams," her adopted brother said, smiling softly. "But, Kacchan and I noticed that your heart didn't really seem to be in it," Izu continued, not seeming like he quite understood, but giving off the impression that he'd respect whatever decision she chose to make. "So, do you want to leave?"

/Yeah, kind of,/ she said. /I mean, I know you guys like training, but just sitting around not actually getting to do anything gets boring after the first time. I mean, I figured I'd at least have the chance to try to escape, considering what was happening. Though, I have to admit that it was kind of funny, when Ejiro had to pretend to be a Villain and pretend to kidnap me./

"Yeah, the bowing, the apologies," Izu said, rubbing the back of his neck the way he usually did when he was feeling sheepish.

/The way he constantly brought up how "manly" I was being about things,/ she added, feeling more than a little amused about the whole situation.

If nothing else, she'd been presented with quite a bit of new material for her and Katsuki to roast him with when they got the time. Still, as much as the reactions of Izu and Katsuki's fellow classmates while they'd been trying to "kidnap" her had been funny in the moment, she wasn't particularly keen on the idea of just sitting around waiting when there were so many other things she could be doing. More interesting things at that, considering that she hadn't been allowed to try fighting her own way out of any of those kidnappings; she'd been forbidden from biting, scratching, or kicking too hard, though no one had thought to forbid her from licking in self-defense. Nor had they quite appreciated just how rough her tongue was, at least not until the second attempt.

Saying her farewells to Izu, Katsuki, and the rest of their Hero Course classmates, and then to Hitoshi, too, Bombalurina turned to leave Training Ground Beta at last.

Doctor: Have you finally managed to secure some time for yourself, Kitten?

Purring softly with amusement as she looked down at her phone, having been previously alerted by the unique sound she'd assigned to him, Bombalurina found a place to settle down for a bit while she and the doctor talked.

Jake: I should be able to meet up with you after class, yeah. How are you and your people doing? Given everything I've heard, power's out all over Japan; U.A. has backup generators, though, so no one here is that worried.

Doctor: There's no need for you to concern yourself about that, Kitten. We're doing quite well here in Jakku. I certainly hope to see you soon.

Jake: I'll see if I can arrange something. She sent the text, pocketing her phone and continuing on her way back to class. Her next class was History, a class that Papa had taught ever since Nedzu had offered him that job in the wake of Overhaul and all of the upheavals that that had brought about. It was still kind of strange, both living at school and having Papa so close, but she was at least starting to get used to the idea.

It helped that she'd had Izu throughout the whole thing, of course.

~MHA~

Moving away from the computer console that had allowed him to stay in contact with Sensei's inquisitive little kitten, Dr. Garaki turned his attention to the internal communications he maintained with the rest of his staff.

"How are your efforts to restore power proceeding?" he asked the head of the team that had been sent out to conduct repairs once the hospital had been cut off from the electrical grid and hence left to their own devices.

"Power stations all over Japan are going dark, so it looks like we're not going to be able to reconnect to the grid anytime soon," the woman heading the team – the one with a rather fascinating Quirk, one that allowed her to trace and map the paths taken by electrical currents – answered quickly. "We're in the process of fully transferring over to the generators now, so we should be able to restore the non-essential systems shortly."

"Good, keep me appraised of your progress," he said, pausing for a moment. "Is there anything else you feel the need to report?"

"No, doctor," the woman said, sounding pleased. "I'll report back to you once we've fully transferred over."

"Of course," he answered, rather pleased to hear that his people were getting back on their feet once more.

Glancing over the rows of tanks he had been overseeing, ever since he'd gotten the paperwork detailing these patients' decisions to donate their bodies to science post-mortem, Garaki mused about just what he was going to be teaching Sensei's kitten once the pair of them had met up once more. Sensei had, of course, been fully correct when he said that there was far less of a hassle when one had the proper paperwork to cover one's experiments. Of course, thoughts of his own experimentations lead naturally to reflections upon what the young Chisaki boy had been doing.

The products themselves had been crude, unrefined, and altogether too short-lived to be useful as anything more than the most basic of cannon-fodder – unlike the refined creations he had been working on; each of them the end-product of tireless diligence, based off of Gigantomachia's glorious form, and more than a few of his latest creations had been given a copy of the Kitten's Quirk, as well as imprinted with her voice so that they would know her when they heard her.

As well as the voices of Sensei and his son, of course.

Making his way over to another of the monitoring consoles within his personal laboratory, Dr. Kyuudai Garaki brought up a feed from the outer cameras of Jakku hospital. There was little chance that their facility being cut off from the power-grid was the prelude to any kind of positive developments, and he wished to have himself and his forces – dormant as they presently were – prepared for anything that might have been coming. The sight of what first appeared to be a shambling group of replications of Jin Bubaigawara brought a rather annoyed frown to his face.

Garaki was perfectly certain that Bubaigawara was not remotely at fault for what he was seeing at the moment, both since such a thing was not within the man's personality at all, and because the man cared for his replications as though they truly were a part of his own family.

~MHA~

Narrowing his eyes under the curtain of hair that prevented his expressions from being read while he was working, Skeptic led his forces in the first attack that he had planned on the hospitals maintained by those who were not a part of the Liberation Army. If those present were able to survive the onslaught, if they were able to make use of their Meta-abilities to protect themselves and fend off his puppets, then they would have proved themselves worthy of induction into the Liberation Army itself. As well, those who did not manage to save themselves would be rightfully swept aside.

Pressing his forces forward, Skeptic found himself curious about just how many of those outside of the Liberation Army had been taken in by the rather clever ruse that he had chosen to employ. Skeptic was more than a little pleased with himself, having been the only one to think of a strategy that would pay out two-fold: by shaping his puppets in the likeness of Jin Bubaigawara, a man known for having a Meta-ability that allowed him to form independent duplicates of himself, Skeptic would not only be able to deflect attention from the Liberation Army and their forces, but it could very well serve to push Bubaigawara himself into the Liberation Army.

Continuing to press forward with the group he was presently directing, Skeptic turned his attention to an incoming message from one of those who had managed to infiltrate the forces of those who wished to force the world to remain as it was. It was time for the next part of their operation to commence.

~MHA~

It was the sheer normality of the rest of the day – even in spite of all the upheavals in the previous morning – that was getting to him. There was absolutely no indication that they'd lost their connection to Japan's main power grid, not since the U.A. campus had fully transferred over to its own, internal generators. Really, the only indication that there might have been something going on was the way the signal from his phone had been more sporadic than he'd ever had to deal with before.

Even then, principal Nedzu had managed to set up a system that allowed the students to keep in contact with those members of their families who hadn't come to U.A. He'd been pleased to hear that, since even though he had Dad and Uncle Toshi at U.A. with him, Mom, Uncle Kotaro, Auntie Nao, and Granny Nana were all staying back at home. He was glad to have the chance to stay in contact with them, too. Both since he worried about what might be happening, under the circumstances, and because he knew how Uncle Kotaro would worry if he and Tenko-nii were both out of contact in this kind of situation.

Even though he still wasn't quite sure what kind of a situation this was, exactly.

Still, there weren't just the rumblings from his fellow students about the training trip that had previously been planned; the trip to Nabu Island that had been planned as the next step in Class 1-A's training. Considering everything that had happened, everything that was still happening, Izuku didn't know if any of them would have the chance to go to Nabu Island anytime soon. Even the fact that Dad had a summer home on the island – one that he'd generously offered to house Class 1-A while they stayed there – didn't mean anything, considering their present circumstances.

Whatever those circumstances ultimately were, at least.

Sighing as he packed his school supplies away for the day, Izuku stood and made his way out of the 1-A classroom and back to the dorm where he, the rest of his class, and half of the students in class 1-C who possessed Heteromorphic Quirks. He wondered about that setup, sometimes, since it'd been arranged to protect against the threat of Overhaul and his Shie Hassaikai. With all of them locked up in Tartarus, and Dad having taken Kai Chisaki's Quirk, there was no more pressing danger.

At least, that's what he'd thought, right up until U.A. had lost their connection to Japan's main power grid and the entire school had gone on lockdown. He didn't know what to think now, considering everything that had happened. Stopping briefly to hug Dad, as the two of them made their way back to their respective housing, Izuku continued on his way until he'd reached the 1-A dorms again.

Sighing as he walked in through the doors, Izuku crossed the common room and found himself of two minds about what he should do first. On the one hand, he'd heard from Bambaa-chan that Dad's doctor wanted to have another lesson with her, and there was a part of him that wanted to talk to her before she left. Still, he also knew that Mom and Uncle Kotaro would be worrying about him, especially considering everything that had already happened.

And really, he could talk to Bambaa-chan just as easily after she'd gotten back.

~MHA~

Sitting in the Cat Café that doubled as their Hero Agency, Shouta Aizawa found himself unsettled by the sheer quiet in the room. It wasn't that things were actually silent, of course, since there were still the sounds of shuffling papers and people moving in and out of the room, but the pronounced lack of the antics he'd gotten used to over the time the three of them had worked together in this shared Hero Agency of theirs. It'd almost become something of a constant, the way Oboro would suggest that Kumori could become a Pro Hero using the name Kurogiri – the same name he used to preserve his anonymity when he was operating in tandem with Sensei – and then Kumori would either dump some water on his head, or shove some baked good or other into his mouth to stop him from talking.

The seriousness of their current situation did make it more understandable why the pair of them were far more inclined to be serious, with Kumori serving them food and cleaning up while the pair of them worked, and Oboro filling out paperwork. Shouta just couldn't help the thought that this was just one more way for the world to remind him of just how much trouble they were going to be dealing with soon.

"Thanks, Kumori-kun," he said, taking the coffee that his old friend offered to him, then turning his own attention back to the paperwork and the maps he and Oboro were studying.

The pattern of attacks on power plants and other infrastructure was clearer than it had ever been, but as yet they hadn't managed to determine just who was behind the aforementioned attacks. The only thing they'd managed to glimpse thus far were what looked like copies of Jin Bubaigawara, and it'd been long-since determined that those were merely the product of someone attempting to frame the man for something that he was completely uninvolved with. The teacher, his family of duplicate "brothers", and his equally large amount of duplicate "sons" – who all seemed to be four-year-old versions of Izuku Midoriya; something that had driven Oboro to distraction more than a few times, and had thus given Shouta even more to hold over his old friend when he was being troublesome – had been brought into protective custody some time ago.

Once the situation had been explained to them they'd been as content as they could, considering everything that was still happening.

"I think I've got a lead on where the next attack is going to be," he said, looking up from the map of steadily-expanding devastation he'd been studying in order to determine just that sort of thing. "Kumori-kun, do you think your Warp Gate would be able to reach that far?"

Moving out of the way so that his old friend from General Studies would be able to see the indicated coordinates, Shouta watched the troubled expression on Kumori's face, and had a feeling he knew what his old friend would say before he even spoke his first words.

"That would be too far for me to travel with a single Gate," Kumori said, biting his lip as he studied the coordinates they would have to travel to so that they might be able to intercept the next attack before it began. "I would need to come with you, and I could only make it about halfway before needing to open another Gate."

"We'd need to work out a place for you to shelter while you rest," he said, looking down at the map that he'd pulled up so that they could plan their approach.

It'd take a bit more time than they'd originally been planning on, but the time they were going to be able to save would give them at least something of an edge.

~MHA~

Shaking his head as he followed in Kacchan's wake, Izuku figured that it couldn't hurt to try persuading his old friend to see reason; not that he thought it was likely to work, but as long as he made more than a token attempt, Aizawa-sensei would probably understand. Sure, he'd be annoyed with Kacchan, but that wasn't going to be Izuku's problem.

"Kacchan, you know you're not supposed to wear your Hero costume on U.A. grounds outside of training classes," he said, as Kacchan continued adjusting the large, grenade-shaped gauntlets he was hearing.

"Nerd, I've never managed to see what these gauntlets of mine can do at full capacity, and if I don't find out what I'm really capable of, I'm going to be stuck wondering until we get into a real fight, and learning on the battlefield is something any sane person would want to avoid," Kacchan said.

And really, how could he possibly be expected to let a line like that slip by? "Oh, then why are you doing it, Kacchan?"

"Real funny, nerd," Kacchan deadpanned, an annoyed look on his face, though the smirk he was obviously trying to bite back showed that he wasn't nearly as annoyed as he was attempting to make himself sound. "All right, that's one filled up," Kacchan said, in response to a soft "ding" that accompanied a subtle pulse of red light from his right gauntlet. Kacchan snapped his right arm up, pulling back on a trigger that had just popped out from the silver part on the top of the gauntlet he'd pulled on. "For science!"

Rolling his eyes, Izuku made a personal vow that he'd find out just where and when Kacchan had managed to watch any of the Mythbusters episodes that Bambaa-chan had saved on that hard drive of hers… Or, considering the fact that he'd clearly already watched whatever episodes he had, Izuku would tell Dad not to let him watch any more of them. Making his way in through the massive hole that Kacchan had blown in the wall in front of them, Izuku rolled his eyes again as he heard Kacchan laughing.

"Okay, so you're good at demolition," he said, knowing that Kacchan would laugh at him for the rest of the day if he brought up Mythbusters or anything to do with that. "Still, I don't think you should use that on anyone."

"You shitting me, Nerd? The teachers would have my ass if I tried," Kacchan scoffed, as the ping of his other gauntlet being filled went off.

Rolling his eyes as Kacchan blew a second hole in the building the pair of them had made their way into, Izuku couldn't help but wonder just when this holding pattern they all seemed to be in was finally going to end. Really, it almost felt like he was waiting on the results of the Hassaikai raid again, only this felt worse because there didn't seem to be a plan to anything that was going on. Or at least, there wasn't a plan that Izuku could see.

Maybe Dad knew something about it, but there wasn't much time for the both of them to talk, considering the way that Dad and the other Pro Heroes who taught at U.A. were being sporadically called away for investigations into just who was behind the attacks on Japan's infrastructure, and what else they might have been planning.

As he and Kacchan made their way back to the dorms again, Izuku went to check on Bambaa-chan, but found when he checked his phone that she'd already left for the hospital where Dr. Ujiko worked. And sure, he'd suspected that he wasn't going to get back in time to say goodbye in person, but that would have been nice, at least. Sitting down at his desk to compose a message to Bambaa-chan, so that she would at least know that he was thinking of her, Izuku leaned back in his chair.

Sure, he still had some homework to keep himself busy until she got back, or until he finished and went to sleep in case she did end up staying at the hospital for the night, the way he'd heard from Dad that Dr. Ujiko was prone to do when he was particularly excited about one project or another. Still, the fact that they weren't quite close enough to winter break that any of them could afford to just blow off school entirely.

It was times like these when Izuku found himself more than a little nostalgic for the time when he'd been homeschooled, if only because he'd been a lot younger and more carefree then.

~MHA~

Narrowing his eyes as he checked the monitoring apparatus again, Dr. Garaki scoffed. Whoever was actually behind the attack on Jakku hospital most likely thought they were being clever, shaping their puppets into the likeness of Jin Bubaigawara. However, anyone who had actually met the man, or truly anyone who managed to get a clear look at the faces of those clearly mindless constructs would know that these constructs were as far from the thinking, autonomous duplicates that Bubaigawara was capable of creating.

And, if that same person had actually met the man, they would understand that he would never spend the lives of his duplicates so carelessly as the one in command of these puppets seemed entirely too willing to do; whoever they were, they were more than likely to receive a punch in the face if they ever met with Bubaigawara in the flesh.

/What's going on out there, doctor?/

"Nothing for you to be concerned about, Kitten," he said, turning away from the monitors so that he could offer some reassurance to his young protégé. "We're very well protected here, if anything should happen."

/Anything else, at least,/ his student responded, though when he turned to look back at her, he saw that she was concentrating on the work that he had given her, having already finished with the work that she had brought from the school where Sensei had taken a post at in order to keep a closer watch on the children that he had taken into his care.

As well as to ensure that the successor to his younger brother's Quirk didn't do anything foolish, but Sensei had always done that.

Giving his attention to the passive defenses of the building, ensuring that the steel shutters, the electro-magnetic deadlocks, and the interior doors that were used to seal off sections of the hallway in scenarios such as this one for a long moment, making certain that all of them were functioning correctly in order to keep those puppets and whoever it was that was actually controlling them from breaching into the inner sections where his patients and junior doctors would be faced with them. Of course, a situation such as this would be rather opportune for determining if there were still improvements that needed to be made to the guardians that he had created in the image of gigantomachia.

He had, of course, made certain to choose his candidates from among those who had donated their bodies to science, so in the case that he found himself with no other recourse but to reveal the existence of the guardians he had been creating to watch over Sensei and his family he would not have the full might of those outside coming down on him. It was one more thing that Sensei had been generous enough to teach him: when one wished to live on the edge of the law, one must be scrupulously careful.

Hence his making selections from those who had chosen to donate their deceased bodies to advancing the cause of science, as well as restraining his improvements to those who had given him their expressed, written permission to do so.

Making his way back over to the table where Sensei's Kitten was sitting, clearly having finished the work that she had brought with her from the school that she and Sensei's son attended together, Dr. Garaki narrowed his eyes as he found himself once more reflecting on the Chisaki boy's efforts. They were crude, short-lived things; honestly pitiful, and clearly good for nothing more than a distraction, given the discussion that he and Sensei had had, once his long-lived patron had returned from the hunt for the Chisaki boy and his forces.

On a both a personal as well as a professional level, Garaki found the creatures almost insulting; mere fodder, clearly drugged out of whatever semblance of minds they had possessed, then sent out to die against the forces that Sensei and the young Eighth Inheritor had brought against them.

His own guardians would be nothing of the sort. Each of them had been enhanced with copies of his student's fascinatingly versatile Quirk, as well as a selection of other Quirks that he had had the chance to copy during the long time he'd spent working in Jakku Hospital.

/I should probably head back to the dorms,/ Sensei's Kitten said, yawning as she stood up and began straightening up the worktable he had brought in for her. /If only so I don't end up falling asleep here,/ she continued, purring softly.

Garaki chuckled under his breath. "I've done that more than a few times myself, Kitten," he said, making his way over to the worktable to help her put her study aids away.

He was about to offer her space on the cot he'd set up in his personal laboratory, when he recalled the siege conditions that Jakku hospital was currently operating under. Doubtless, Sensei would be displeased if his daughter came to harm at the hands of whatever forces were employing mindless duplicates of Jin Bubaigawara to assault them.

/Yeah, you do seem like the type,/ the Kitten said, sounding rather amused, phone in her hand as she texted someone. /I really should head back./

The sight of a Warp Gate opening just in front of the worktable that Sensei's Kitten had just finished setting back to rights brought a small, pleased smile to Garaki's face as the pair of them bid each other a fond farewell. One of his greatest creations – Kurogiri, though he allowed his creation to continue using the name Kumori Okashimaru – had certainly proven himself useful to Sensei and his family. Smiling softly, Garaki returned his attention to the monitoring console. After a few moments spent making certain that all of the interior doors were closed and locked, before turning at last to the tanks placed at the far back of the laboratory that was linked to the morgue.

An attack on my facility, Dr. Garaki mused, narrowing his eyes as he entered the command to drain ten of the tanks that held the more refined versions of the guardians he had been creating. Break through the shielded doors if you dare; my student's dear siblings will attend to you.

~MHA~

As he stepped through the portal he'd just made, standing in his living room for the first time since all of them had been forced to move into the U.A. dorms, the first thing he heard was the rumbling roar of Gigantomachia attacking someone. More than a few someones, it sounded like.

"Izuku!"

"Mom!" he called back, rushing over to give her a hug, even as he heard the sounds of Dad's bodyguard fighting whoever was trying to attack their house. "What's going on?"

"All of this started in the morning," Mom said, looking over her shoulder at the front door. "Machia told us to stay in the house, and he's been fighting out there ever since."

Biting his lip as he heard Gigantomachia roar, and then the thuds of people – or at least human-sized figures – being thrown out and away from Dad's oldest bodyguard, Izuku sucked in a breath and turned back to his mom. "You should probably pack. I'll get the rest of the family, and then we can go to U.A."

He knew that Nedzu would understand the need for his family to be protected behind the walls and defenses of U.A., especially considering everything that was happening with those Villains who'd shut down the power grid. Making his way deeper into the home he'd been forced to leave – the home that the rest of his family was going to have to leave behind as well, at least for the time being – Izuku looked for Uncle Kotaro, Auntie Nao, Granny Nana and Tenko-nii's grandparents. As he met up with each one of them, Izuku told them to pack and meet up with him in the living room.

Making his own way back to the living room, Izuku bit his lower lip as he heard the sound of Gigantomachia roaring, then the thuds of more people being knocked aside.

"Come on," he said, looking over the group that had gathered in front of him, the luggage they were taking with them all piled neatly in front of the family-sized couch set up in front of the large, nearly wall-sized TV, helping them to arrange their stuff so that they'd be able to carry it more easily, then opened up a Warp Gate between their living room and the common room of the 1-A dorms. "This'll take you to U.A.; I'll explain what's going on, and I'm sure they'll understand."

"All right, Izuku," Mom said, stopping for a moment to give him a tight, warm hug. "Take care of yourself."

"I will, Mom," he said, hugging her back as tightly as he could.

After Mom had told him goodbye, the both of them telling the other they loved them, Izuku turned his attention to Uncle Kotaro, opening up a new Warp Gate especially for him.

"Come on, Uncle Ko," he said, making his way over to where Tenko-nii's dad was standing, looking uneasily at the pair of Warp Gates that he'd just opened. "We're going to have to go through the Gate if we don't want to end up getting caught by those Villains."

"Izuku…"

"I know," he said, smiling to reassure Uncle Kotaro as best he could. "You don't really do well with Warp Gates, that's why I opened this one for you."

Guiding Uncle Kotaro through the Warp Gate he'd opened just for him, Izuku supported Tenko-nii's father as the pair of them exited the Warp Gate, then shifted to supporting him as Uncle Kotaro threw up in the toilet Izuku had brought him right to. Once Uncle Kotaro had managed to regain his equilibrium, Izuku brought him out to the common room so he could sit down on one of the couches.

"I'm going to go talk to principal Nedzu," he said, once all the rest of his family had gathered in the common room. "See if he can get you settled anywhere else, or if you'll end up staying here."

"After you're don't with that, you should probably let Gigantomachia know that we're all safe at U.A.," Mom said, stopping Izuku before he could turn and leave the 1-A common room.

"Oh, yeah I probably should," he said, feeling more than a little sheepish; sure, Gigantomachia could keep fighting for three straight days without a rest, but it wouldn't be right if they forced him to do that.

Even though he probably would, since was so loyal and he cared for all of them so much.

Once he'd spoken to Nedzu about taking in the rest of his family, letting them take shelter in U.A. while the Villain attack on their home was still going on, Izuku thanked him and quickly made another Warp Gate. Dashing through his own Gate, unfurling Hayato-san's wings even as he did, Izuku flapped hard and propelled himself into the air, coming out comfortably above Gigantomachia's head.

"Little Lord!"

"Machia! The others are safe!" he called, knowing that he couldn't tell him where they were, since that would have just given the Villains attacking them a new target. "I'll put the house on lock-down, so you can rest!"

"I will protect your home, Little Lord!" Gigantomachia called back up. "Until Lord returns with you and the rest of his family!"

Calling his thanks down to Gigantomachia, Izuku flew and fluttered up to the high window that would lead him into the room that Mom and Dad had shared ever since Dad's people had finished work on the house Dad had planned out and had built for them all. Making his way down further into the house, Izuku quickly found the control panel that would drop the armored shutters, dead-lock all of the doors, and activate the alarms. Once he'd finished locking the house down, Izuku opened another Warp Gate, stepping through it and back into the 1-A common room.

"Deku!" Ochako-san exclaimed, nearly as soon as Izuku had made his way through the Gate, smiling widely as she offered him a cup of tea. "You didn't tell me your parents were coming to visit!"

He laughed, feeling more than a little sheepish. "Well, I really hadn't planned for this to happen, you know?"

As Class 1-A all orbited around Uncle Kotaro, Auntie Nao, and Mom, Izuku found himself settled down on a padded recliner with a cup of hot tea. Allowing himself to relax for the first time in a long while, Izuku looked out the large windows that were letting in the light of the sun as it slowly sunk into the west.

"Oh, it's snowing," he muttered, between long, relaxing sips of tea.

It was kind of nice, watching the snow fall from the sky, blanketing the school outside while he and his family all celebrated their safety inside. The swift approach of Christmas, and all of the associated fun and cheer of the holiday, brought even more of a warm feeling to the center of his chest. Even being forced to leave his home, leaving Gigantomachia behind to defend it, didn't have so much of an effect on him; he'd left for the dorms before all of this.

~MHA~

Making his way to the 1-A dorms, where Izuku and Inko-chan both waited for him now, Hisashi found himself entirely annoyed. He'd not yet had the chance to determine just who it was that had been foolish enough to launch an attack on not only his family but his home, Hisashi was determined to find out just who had been so foolish as to essentially challenge his ability to protect those he cared about.

But first, he was going to see his sweet family, to determine how they were doing and if there was anything they would need from him in particular.

When he arrived at the 1-A dorms, however, Hisashi found himself walking into the midst of a snowball fight, of all things. Laughing as he called up a barrier Quirk to deflect the trio of snowballs that had flown his way out of the chaotic scuffle that had quickly developed out of what very well might have started as simple enthusiasm about the new-fallen snow, Hisashi grinned as he made his way to the center of the battle.

"Well, it seems you've all found a way to pass the time," he said, calling up both a telekinesis Quirk and the water-manipulation Quirk that had served him so well in the past.

"Oh, Midoriya-sensei, hello," Tsuyu-chan said, smiling as she and the rest of 1-A caught sight of him.

"Hello, Tsuyu-chan," he said, chuckling. "I hope you none of you have found this place too crowded."

"Nah, we're good here," Ejiro-chan piped up, grinning widely with those sharp teeth of his. "Your family's safe with us, sir!"

"I have no doubt of that, Ejiro-kun," he said, grinning back at the young man who had proved to be such a good friend to his sweet Izuku. "Still, there is one thing we need to address, my dear students."

"What would that be, sir?" Tenya-chan asked, adjusting the glasses he always seemed to wear.

Grinning wider in lieu of giving a simple answer, Hisashi used his water-manipulation Quirk to sculpt himself a towering throne made of tightly-packed snow, raising himself up above the snowy battlefield. Of course, Hisashi was more than aware that he'd have to provide some form of proper motivation if he expected the rest of Shouta-kun's students to do more than stare at the fantastic snow-construct he'd just created. And so, pulling up one of the telekinesis Quirks he'd collected, Hisashi pulled Izuku up to stand with him at the top of the tower he'd just created.

"Dad!" Izuku shouted, amused and exasperated at once.

Hisashi laughed, turning his attention to the gathered students of Shouta-kun's class; all of them did seem to be more properly motivated, at least. Cuddling Izuku, even as he made his challenge to the rest of his son's fellow students, Hisashi laughed as he used the same telekinesis Quirk to shape snowballs that he could fling out at the children attempting to assault his snow-tower, laughing as he flung them around.

Naturally, Izuku's fellow students were quick to toss their own snowballs his way.