"So, what are you going to be doing today?" Anakin asked as he set a plate in front of Padme.

Or, rather, the serving platter he set before her.

"Well, first off I'm going to be trying to digest this meal!" she replied, staring at the massive breakfast Anakin had provided her. What appeared to be a full carton's worth of eggs; scrambled, fried, and hard boiled. Bacon piled up like lumber. Sausage in both patty and link forms. Toast from half a loaf of bread. A bowl of each of their favorite cereals… and she was pretty sure Obi Wan's too (and it still amused her that for all his serious Jedi Ways he loved the cereal that featured the breakfast-stealing rabbit). A bag of apples that had been cored and sliced. Coffee, Orange Juice, Tea, and water. "Anakin…"

"You are getting ready to take Yagi's quirk," Anakin said simply. "Your body is going to need all the calories it can get in order to be ready for that and that means eating a good breakfast!"

"I can't eat all this much!"

"Well, eat as much as you can and I'll give out the rest."

"…to who?" she asked with a teasing smile even as she selected some toast. "I doubt there are homeless people on the street begging for bacon."

"You never know," Anakin said with a smile just as Ahsoka came in from her room, yawning. "You were up late."

"I was not," Ahsoka said only for Anakin to shoot her a dark look. "Okay, I was up a little late playing video games but I'm fine."

"You aren't fine, you are tired. You need your sleep in order for your body to recover from all your training from the previous day."

Ahsoka shot him a look as Padme handed her some of her breakfast. "I am going to burn your therapy books."

"…you are only lashing out due to your lack of sleep," Anakin said simply. "Which proves my point."

"Gah!" Ahsoka exclaimed in frustration. "Fine I'll… bury them in sand!"

Anakin just stared at her. "Huh?"

"Bury them in sand."

"And?"

"You hate sand."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do," Ahsoka said. "Because it's rough and coarse and gets everywhere."

Anakin just stared at her blankly.

Padme, for her part, frowned even as she munched on some of Obi Wan's cereal (and swore never to admit that it was very good). "You don't remember saying that to me?"

"Saying what?" Anakin said in confusion.

"You compared me to sand. How I was soft and smooth?"

He crinkled his nose at that. "I did?"

"You don't remember? It was when we were at the lake house."

"I remember finding you pretty but I don't remember anything about sand."

"…are you serious right now?" Padme complained. "You don't remember talking about how you hate sand."

"Not at all. Sand is sand. I mean I prefer not wandering around in the stuff… and yeah it does get everywhere… but it's not that big of a deal."

Rex chose that moment to enter, Obi Wan just a step behind with Nemuri trialing after them both. "What isn't a big deal, Anakin?"

"Sand," he said.

Rex growled low in his throat. "Bloody hell, I hate that stuff. It's rough, and coarse, and gets everywhere."

Padme and Ahsoka looked at each other and then back at Rex.

"What?" the clone trooper said.

"How did you know that?"

"About sand?" Rex asked. "Every brother knows about it. Horrible stuff. Give us muck any day-"

"See!" Anakin proclaimed. "You probably heard it from Rex and confused it with me."

Padme stared at her husband. "I think I know the difference between you and Rex."

"Do you? Everyone says we look alike."

"The hair, I believe," Obi Wan commented, snatching a particular bowl from Padme. "Silly rabbit, Trix are for Jedi."

Padme though was so befuddled by everything that she could only stare at her husband in shock. "Ani…"

"Padi…" Anakin said with a sugary sweet tone only Padme was so flustered by everything she wondered if that really was her nickname and she'd forgotten that too. Anakin leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Don't ever share embarrassing stories with Ahsoka again."

"You… you…" Padme sputtered.

"Thanks Rex," Anakin said.

"Not quite sure why you wanted me to say that, Anakin, but no problem," the trooper said.

"Just teaching people a lesson." He looked over at Ahsoka who was staring at him with a mixture of surprise, annoyance, and respect. "So Snips, what are you up to today? Other than being tired after playing video games?"

"We are heading to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint," she said, quickly bouncing back from Anakin's prank; she was honestly used to her master pulling crap like that; unlike Padme who really only saw Anakin as all gooey and soft.

"The… what now?" Anakin asked, confused.

"The USJ is designed to simulate different disasters that might happen," Nemuri said as she grabbed some fruit from Padme's platter; it had become a rather common thing for her to join the group for breakfast, ever since her and Obi Wan… well, in Anakin's opinion they were dancing about becoming a couple but his master was too stupid to realize it. "Floods, earthquakes, fire, so on. It allows heroes in training to practice in controlled environments."

Anakin frowned at that. "Is that safe?"

"Controlled environment," Obi Wan echoed. "It's perfectly safe, Anakin. I went through the simulations myself. At the highest setting. We did worse when you were a Padawan."

Ahsoka let out a huff at that. "It's not like we'll be actually participating. Obi Wan convinced Mr. Aizawa to have this be just a demonstration."

"He was right," Nemuri admitted. "We have been rushing students through it these last few years… you need the fundamentals first. We've had some injuries-" Anakin started at that, looking ready to grab Ahsoka and run away as quick as he could, "-caused by students not knowing their limits. Straining muscles, quirk fatigue, so on. Nothing they didn't recover from but it wasn't wise of us."

"It's no different than how you learn to use a lightsaber," Obi Wan said.

Anakin, remembering those days of starting out with lightsabers that couldn't even cut anything and were little more than expensive glow sticks, scowled at that before looking at Ahsoka… and suddenly being filled with dread at some of the injuries she could have gotten if she had performed the moves he had tried when he was a Padawan to Obi Wan. Worse for her because she would have been much littler than him…

"Baa baa baa!" Baby Ahsoka cooed as she gummed the lightsaber.

"Coo, or coo not. There is no babble," Yoda told her.

"Are you okay?" Ahsoka asked.

Anakin shuddered. "Obi Wan, I am sorry I was such a reckless Padawan."

"…I don't know what brought that on but thank you?"

Padme decided to just ruefully eat her breakfast.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Sand is annoying," Yagi stated as he waited for Padme outside the changing room. He had on one of his All Might outfits, one of the ones designed to stretch when he went from his frail Skinny Form to his Hero Form. Thus it wasn't a baggy mess though he still wasn't pleased with it. He still felt too fragile. Too thin. Too beat up. He felt his age. It was part of the reason why he was so hopeful that Anakin's artificial organs would work… and why he was willing to give up being All Might for them. He would miss being a hero but a few hours as a hero barely managed to make the rest of his time as a sickly man worth it.

"Don't you start," Padme groused from the changing room, causing Yagi to chuckle. "I swear, ever since we were able to be open with our marriage Anakin has gotten far too…"

"Playful?" Yagi asked.

"That's one word for it."

"I suppose that is how married couples are," Yagi stated. "Or at least the good ones." He thought of some of the heroes he'd met, who'd married for fame or money or… darker reasons… and how they never seemed as happy as the ones that married for friendship or love. "And you do prefer not having the hide, correct?"

"Yes," Padme admitted. When she had fully committed to taking on Yagi's quirk she had brought him into the secret of her and her friend's ('family' her mind whispered) origins. It was only fair… she knew his biggest secret he should know her's. Yagi had been rather startled that she was an alien but had accepted quickly enough and besides a few questions about her world hadn't ever really treated her any different.

"I can't imagine being a hero and being told that you couldn't be with the person you wanted to be with," he said. "It seems so… odd to me."

Padme sighed. "The Jedi… they have a long history of doing battle with the Dark. Not just dark siders but their own darkness. Anakin doesn't talk about it much… I don't know how much he knows of their history, to be honest, but I did some research after the Trade Federation Blockade and many of their rules were to try and keep them from falling to the darkside. Based on what caused the greatest of them to turn from the Light. But I think they went too far… I just never said a word because it didn't feel right. After all I didn't have their powers so how could I judge them? But being here, in this world, where there are heroes mightier than the Jedi… I see that while they had the right idea they went in directions that only caused heartache and grief."

"That doesn't mean that didn't have some wise ideas," Yagi stated. He thought of many of the young heroes, the ones that were desperate the climb up the ranks… for all the wrong reasons. "People… people think I'm naïve. They tend to forget how old I am. I've been a hero for nearly 30 years but there are people who think I'm not even 30 years old. So they think I am young and I'm stupid and I don't notice things." He paused, smiling slightly at that. "I admit I let them think that at times. It gets me out of a lot of trouble… and pesky annoyances. But I see how the hero society currently is, Padme. Too many are in it for glory or fame. I think of villains like All For One and wonder just how many heroes currently trying to get into the Top Ten would turn tail and hide if he were still around. The Jedi… their rules of having no possessions… I wonder if the world wouldn't be a better place if heroes were like that. More concerned with saving others than their next paycheck or sponsorship deal."

"Maybe we can learn from each other," Padme said. There was a long pause. "Did you… ever think about getting married yourself?"

Yagi was quiet for a long time.

"You don't have to answer."

"…thank you," he said softly. "It's… an old hurt." Especially the fact that he had never been a father. That… that hurt him greatly. "I… wouldn't mind… once my time is done as All Might… to adopt."

"Adopt?"

He nodded. He hadn't actually thought about it but the moment he'd said the words they felt RIGHT. "I was an orphan. Nana… she was more than my teacher… she was what I imagine a mother being like. I would like to be that for a child. The father they never got." He paused. "I know you are a woman grown, Padme, and you were the one to suggest we say that you are All Might's child but-"

Padme chose that moment to step out of the dressing room and Yagi nearly coughed up a belly full of blood. For all the right reasons.

The outfit had been designed to resemble his original hero costume while not being a clone of it. The blues were much lighter than he'd ever worn before; not quite a baby blue but also not the dark blues that Yagi preferred. But that worked well with the dark golden colors that bordered on burnt in terms of tone that served at the main highlights of the costume. There was no white but rather a pale gray that shimmered like silver as it ran up her chest and to her shoulders, trimmed with red. The same crimson color made up her mask and the blonde wig she'd selected came down around her face and to her shoulders with two small tuffs that, while not as large of Yagi's own hair in his All Might form, still spoke of their connection.

"Well?" she asked. "What do you think… dad?"

At once Yagi bulked up to his muscular form.

"I think the world is ready to meet my daughter," he said huskily, holding his hand out to her.

~MC~MC~MC~

"This is going to be SOOOOO cool!" Ashido proclaimed, bouncing up and down in her seat only to let out a yelp when the bus suddenly took a sharp turn and she ended up falling into Jiro's lap. "Well, that wasn't cool… but this is going to be cool!"

"You can get off of me any time," Jiro said dryly and Ashido let out a weak chuckle and quickly got off her fieldtrip partner.

"Sorry… but aren't you excited?"

"Ecstatic," Jiro said blandly.

"…aw, you truly are excited!" She twisted in her seat so she could look behind her at Ahsoka and Uraraka. "Are you two excited?"

"Would you fucking stop asking people that?!" Bakugo snarled from the back of the bus. "Who the fuck cares if Shit Horns and Round Face are excited?"

"We are SOOOO excited," Ahsoka said in a mocking tone. "In fact we should squeal and giggle about it the entire rest of the ride. OMG. LOL. Stickers and unicorns!"

"Fuck you Shit Horns!" Bakugo roared.

"Learn some new insults, Boom Boom!" Ahsoka fired back.

"This is going to be a long day," Shinso muttered to himself, not even bothering to open his eyes as he tried to use his backpack as a pillow.

"Well, it's going to be interesting," Midoriya said, trying to be diplomatic about the situation. Yes, it had been a little… extreme… how excited Ashido was getting but he could also understand why she was excited. "The USJ is one of the premier training arenas in the world. It's not just for UA students… plenty of pros like to go there and try out new super moves and develop rescue strategies."

"I'm going to be underground," Shinso countered. "I'm going after drug pushers and thieves. Stopping murderers and rapists. I'm not going to be rushing into burning buildings."

"You don't know that though," Midoriya countered. "What if you discover an arsonist in the middle of burning a building down? Or a drug lab explodes? What do you do?"

"Call for back up, like a sane hero should," Shinso argued. "My quirk isn't designed for dealing with natural disasters and elemental threats." He finally cracked one eye open, shooting a dark look at Midoriya. "What am I supposed to do, brainwash the fire?"

"No," Midoriya admitted, "but you can learn how to deal with the situation. Figure out how to get out of there safely. That's something."

"…hmm, maybe," Shinso said only to start when Yoarashi suddenly popped up from behind them, placing a large hand on each of their shoulders and giving the two a shake.

"Midoriya is right!" he declared. "A good hero must be ready for anything! You may believe that you are destined for the Underground but perhaps your true talents will lie in something else! Same with me! Same with everyone else! We must be prepared for that and this field trip will do just that!"

"Would you fucking extras shut up already?" Bakugo roared. "This isn't any big deal! We aren't even gonna get to run any of the simulations ourselves! We might as well be in class watching it on fucking TV!"

"That isn't true though," Yaoyoruzo stated. "Mr. Kenobi told us that we'll be going through the scenarios."

"After the fact," Tokoyami replied. "We will merely be witnesses to the final carnage of darkness rather than battle within the shadows of destruction ourselves."

"What Bird Shit said!" Bakugo proclaimed. "They don't fucking trust you extras to be able to handle some shaking ground and some drizzle so those of us that CAN handle it are getting fucked over." He huffed, folding his arms over his chest. "I should be learning how to be a hero, not watching glorified stunt shows. It's because of you weaklings that they are doing this!"

"Or maybe," Aizawa called out from the front of the bus, "it's because not a single one of you has shown the maturity needed to gain our trust to do this. You can't even stay quiet on a bus and you expect us to throw you into the tidal wave simulator or see if you can rescue civilians in the earthquake zone?"

"But didn't UA normally start with the USJ training the first week for first year students?" Yaoyorozu ask. "I remember reading up on that when I was researching the school."

"Yeah, we used to. And by the end of the year you lot WILL have run through it all. But it's been decided that the first time you go there you should have an understanding of what you will face, that way you can be mentally prepared."

"Obi-Wan's suggestion," Ahsoka muttered, Midoriya nodding in agreement.

"I can fucking handle it!" Bakugo roared, leaping from his seat, tiny explosions forming on his fingertips which caused those seated in front of him to quickly duck away lest they be caught in the blast zone. "You think I can't? I bet I could do better than fucking you!"

"And you'll have a chance to prove that," Aizawa stated. "Next time you go. But this time you are going to watch several pros run through the course so you can see what they do. And then we'll walk the disaster zone and see how good your situational awareness is." He paused. "I take it back… there won't be a next time if you don't sit down and be quiet."

Bakugo trembled at that, outraged, but after several moments he finally took his seat.

"That goes for the rest of you too," Aizawa stated. "I don't want any trouble from any of you. This isn't a game and it isn't a chance to try and earn bragging rights. This is a simulation of life and death situations and you WILL respect that."

And with that the bus fell silent.