The American Hero School Association building gleamed in the bright sunset that set over the Los Angeles skyline. The glass windows sparkled like a crystal chandelier that rose over the city with a central spire atop the circular skyscraper.

Izuku held onto the rail in the glass elevator that zoomed up the tower. Outside, the Los Angeles downtown are blinked with scarlet lights illuminating the rooftops. A plane flew past and traced a cotton trail over the periwinkle sky of which stars began to escape into the early night.

Next to him, Hawks hummed a song he heard through his headphones. He tapped his foot with some strong K-Pop beat vibrating over his ears. Izuku felt his ears pop with the fast rise in altitude. His heart squeezed in his chest when he gazed down at the tie around his neck. It was similar to the one he wore to Mirio's funeral just a few days previous. While he had lost contact with him, the experience gained from him made Izuku feel like a family member of his was lost. He knew this would happen eventually in this line of work, but he shivered at the thought that it was happening so soon.

A beep emanated from the speakers above. The door opened behind him. Instead of a reception area, the doors revealed a conference room right outside the elevator. A gigantic room with black walls and a cocobolo table sat in the center. Only a few people sat around it, and Izuku scanned the room while Hawks pushed him into the meeting.

"Howdy, everyone," Hawks said. "We've arrived."

"Yeah, I see you've arrived," a blonde girl with red tips dyed on the ends rolled her eyes. "I could smell you from the elevator."

Izuku blinked and squinted when he reached the leather chair at the end of the table. Opposite him was a familiar British girl wearing a black suit. Next to him was a grump kid with greasy black hair and lime green skin that pouted in a stiff wooden chair next to him.

"Megan?" Izuku asked. "Anton? What are you two doing here?"

"Well, we couldn't make it to the premiere, but we thought we'd visit anyway," Megan said.

"Oh, really?" Izuku said. "Wow, I'm so flattered."

"She's kidding," Anton grumbled. "We didn't want to see you again."

Megan smacked Anton's shoulder. He gasped and rubbed the spot as Megan clapped her hands. "What he meant was, well, we've seen you so much after the last few years. And..you know, you really got to not see someone in order to miss them. Know what I mean?"

"Not really."

Megan groaned and pulled out a remote control. She pressed it and turned on the computer screen behind her. On the screen was a map of the United States with a single golden square around a specific place.

"Well, we would love to exchange niceties, but we brought you here for a different purpose."

"But why are you two here?" Izuku asked. "I thought this was a meeting for the School Association?"

"We kicked them out for a few minutes," Hawks said. "The Syndicate thought this was more important."

Yes, The Syndicate, Izuku thought to himself. The same secret organization that tracked down the Salton Sea Scrolls to stop All-For-One four years ago. He figured Megan would continue working for them. However, he was amused that Anton, as annoyed by the prospect of working for a secret spy organization, was seated in the same pinstripe suit that Megan wore. No doubt Pathogen was laughing at him this whole time in his head.

"So, Hawks told you a bit about our situation," Megan said. "People losing their quirks. Right now, the losses seem to be contained to criminals and homeless in Japan. So there hasn't been much word about it in the news. However, we've been monitoring when it happens, and we noticed a strange electrical impulse just moments before these people reported to lose their quirks."

Megan pointed at the spot on the map. "Detroit, Michigan. We can't point to exactly where, but it's within a ten mile radius. The signal disappears too fast for us to be more accurate."

"I also found an inside man from Void Industries," Anton said. "I got info from him that before being captured, Edith Void sold some of her Quirk Manipulation technology to an unknown buyer within this region. But I was able to get Pathogen to-I mean, I got to persuade the man to give me an address from the contract."

Anton slid a piece of paper across the long table. Izuku grabbed it and read the bill of sale.

"Montserrat?"

"Well, that's where Void's manufacturing lab was stationed," Megan said. "But look at the delivery location."

Izuku read the delivery slip part of the contract. International Island. Detroit, Michigan.

"Wait, International Island," Izuku said. "Isn't that where Detroit Hero Prep is located?"

"The lowest rated school in the United States," Megan said. "Possibly the world. It's a real cesspool."

"I thought they shut down last year?" Izuku asked.

"They were," Megan said. "But considering the connections this place has to what we are investigating, we had an interest in keeping it open. So, we called in some help."

At the side of the table, a scruffed middle-aged man with thin glasses and a dark ponytail waved at Izuku. He was an unassuming man, but a dignified one who sat upright in his chair. His eyes jumped over to Izuku with a soft shadow painted over the side of his face away from Izuku. In a sharp blue tailored suit with his hands clasped in front of his mouth, his glasses shined under the hot ivory lamp swinging above as he quirked an eyebrow.

"Good evening, Deku," he said in a low voice. "I am Shegio Wright."

Izuku bit his lip while his mind fumbled through the different names that popped into his head. The name sounded familiar….

Then, Izuku snapped his fingers.

"Of Wright Heroic Solutions! You're the owner."

"And President," Shegio said. "And CEO. And, as of this morning, the head of the Board Of Trustees for Detroit Hero Prep. Which basically makes me owner. Well, as much as one can own a public school."

"As far as the Feds are concerned," Megan said. "Shegio is j-."

"Mister Wright."

Megan scowled at Shegio. The man only twitched his lips into a numbing smirk as he bore his blue eyes at Izuku.

"Mister Wright," Megan spat out. "Is just an angel donor saving a failing school. But we contacted him because we need this school open. We have evidence that not only is this strange quirk-erasing signal coming from this area, but a person who works at the school is possibly behind this."

"Or at the very least," Anton said. "Someone there will know more about it."

"Sadly, the Feds haven't been to friendly to outside agencies cleaning up their messes," Megan turned off the computer screen. "Not since they dropped the ball on saving us, Professor. It made them look bad, so they balked when we asked to go to the school and investigate ourselves."

"So," Izuku said. "You want me to go there."

"Yes," Megan said. Then, gave a quick nod to Shegio. "Go there and teach."

Izuku scoffed and looked over to Hawks. He shrugged and gave a mischievous smirk to him. Izuku turned back to the others and shook his head with a flushed stammer.

"What? Go there and teach? No. No, no, no. Megan, Anton. I…you know I was going to retire after I taught you all. I said that to the whole class! Hunter bought me a hot dog to celebrate!"

"That's why we're telling you now," Megan said. "You still have this summer to enjoy. But we feel you can figure this out for us. Even without your quirk."

"Oh, so that's what this is about," Izuku stood up with a deep frown etched into his face. "You think because I don't have a quirk anymore that I need some bone thrown my way to not feel useless. Is that right?"

"Oh, stop it," Megan said. "I'm tired of the whole pity party. Look, Professor, you taught us and did an okay job for the last few years without a quirk. And guess what? We turned out fine for the most part."

"Wait," Izuku complained. "Just okay? I thought I was great!"

"Besides, as far as the public is concerned," Anton said. "You're just retired. They don't know how much of your quirk power you maintain."

"I will ensure you are paid handsomely," Shegio said. "And you will even get a matching 401K with dental coverage."

"I don't care about all that," Izuku said. "I've done my job. And I just want to go home and enjoy my life."

"Oh, so teaching us wasn't enjoying your life?" Anton asked.

Izuku stopped. He thought back to the time he has with his Class teaching them back at UA. All of the triumphs and successes flowed over his eyes, and he sighed with his shoulders slumping.

"No, that's not what I meant," Izuku said. "It was the pride of my life teaching you all. I just don't know if I'm up for it again. I'm fine going to the school for a few days, but to teach there as your spy…."

"Professor," Anton said. "Whatever is causing this, it will come for us soon. All of us. The whole world will lose their quirks. We need you for this. One more fight."

"Besides," Megan smiled. "You already saved the universe. Saving the world won't be as big of a deal, right?"

Izuku nodded. He had a feeling that, as much as he pulled, he would not be able to squeeze his way out of this obligation. Not only that, but as he looked down at the All Might keychain in his pocket, he realized that his Idol would do the same thing. With no quirk, he was going to rely on his brains and physical talents to solve this mystery. Not only that, but he would have to teach another class of misfit, likely hormonal students. He had considered this could be something he did in the future, but not so recently. However, as he smiled at his former students, he knew that his duty to protect their world and his own would always be there. And he would always rise to the occasion.

"Okay," Izuku said. "I'll teach at this school."

Megan and Anton cheered. Anton jumped from his seat and high-fived Megan. They hopped in place and shouted in celebration.

"Uh…okay, you all seem happy," Izuku said.

"Oh, we actually didn't care if you taught or not," Megan said. "But if you didn't accept, the school would have shut down!"

"Huh? Why?"

"It was a stipulation of mine," Shegio said with a small smirk. "If you didn't teach at the school, I wouldn't fund The Syndicate's little operation using you as a mole."

"Okay, but why?" Izuku said.

Shegio chuckled. "I have a son named Leon. And I would like to have you teach him at your new school."

News of Deku returning to teach more students spread like wildfire. For days, social media was inundated with reports of people sending in applications and resumes for jobs and spots for students into the newly revamped school. From Korea to Europe and even in Detroit itself, fans of the World's Number One Hero clamored to go to the same school as he would soon teach. Unlike last time, he would actually be celebrated as a teacher in the real world.

With only a couple of months before the revamped school in Detroit began the school year, people started to become desperate in winning a spot at the new school. Since local students got first priority, only the best and the brightest could get into the school across the country and the world.

Well, that, or they paid the exorbitant tuition costs.

"Whaddya mean my application wasn't "merit-based?" I have plenty of merit!" A honey-sweet, soft voice whined into a phone.

Backstage at a Broadway theater, an electrician pushed a cart of c-stands past the open oak door that led into a dressing room. Inside the room, walls coated in bright pink and lilac paint with a cacophony of colorful dresses and costumes littering the hardwood floor. The aroma of lavender wafted from the burning candles beside the lit vanity that reflected the image of the boy complaining over the phone.

"I said I have plenty of merit," he said while applying foundation onto his porcelain skin. "Wouldn't you call 69,000 followers on TikTok merit? I worked for all those fans, y'know?"

The owner of the phone could be described as an angel due to the accuracy of such a statement. The prettiest boy in all of New York City which was saying much, with his clear alabaster sheen and prim black hair that flowed underneath the golden halo that levitated over his head huffed into the phone. Around his thin frame was an odd, immaculate golden glow that whirred and hummed from his frustration at the person on the phone. Behind him, a small secondary glow in the general shape of what could be described as wings shrunk down to a minuscule size behind his back as he shrugged on a blue striped long-sleeve shirt. He struggled to put it on, his golden eyes straining to blink past the right collar that flung to his gymnast-like frame.

"I thought you'd like my headshots? Whaddya mean they weren't necessary?" Skylar Landsen said into the speaker. "Didn't Deku see them? Why wouldn't he want me in his class?"

More garble. Skylar brushed more foundation onto his skin. He shook his head at the shine on his forehead. Grabbing a cloth, he dabbed at it until his face had less sheen.

"I was almost nominated for a Kid's Choice Award, lady. I'm as merit-based as your gonna get…. Grades? Why would you want to see my grades? Those aren't even that important….Didn't you see my resume? I was in the ensemble for Cats! Twice!"

One last garble of words from the phone. Skylar stood up and paced around his room. He kicked around some clothes at the floor in search for something. He turned over a cushion from the leather sofa, but he could not find the object.

"Okay, okay. How about I link you my Instagram? I got like double the followers on there as my-."

Knock knock.

"Skylar!" A stage manager said. "You're on in sixty!"

"I can't find my cast!" Skylar shouted. Then, more words from the phone. Skylar gasped and turned to the phone. "No, I wasn't talking to you!"

"Skylar! Now!"

"Okay, fine," Skylar said. Then, he turned back to the phone. "So how much for the tuition? Ten thousand? Fine, we'll get that to you. Am I in? Good, talk to you later!"

Skylar slammed the phone onto the sofa. He ran towards the Stage Manager who grabbed his arm and pushed him towards the stage. They snaked past the crew and costumer tables towards the stage wings.

"I can't find the cast," Skylar said.

"It's your responsibility, Sky," she whispered in an angry tone.

"Look, I'd lose my wings if they weren't attached to me," Skylar said. "How am I supposed to keep up with an arm cast?"

The Stage Manager looked around. Then, seeing a crew member with a neck brace, she snapped her fingers to grab his attention.

"Hey, hey," She whispered in a harsh tone. "What happened to you?"

The crew member looked up from his wheelchair. "A lamp fell on me. You were there, Cynthia."

"Give me your neck brace. Now!"

The crew member ripped off the Velcro of his neck brace. The sound echoed backstage as the crowd sat in the dark waiting for the show to begin outside.

"You're gonna take Mike's neck brace?"

"He doesn't need it," The Stage Manager said. "Right, Mike?"

"Right," the crew member said. "As long as I don't turn my neck at all, otherwise I'll be permanently paralyzed."

"You see? He's fine," she said. Then, she snatched the neck brace away from him and threw it around Skylar's throat.

"Wait, I can't," Skylar said. "I can't go on with a neck brace."

"It's a revival of a musical. People are expecting changes," she said. She finished latching the brace around Skylar's neck and tightened it like a noose.

"It's supposed to be an arm cast," Skylar rushed out through his teeth.

"Okay, well guess what? Today," the Stage Manager pointed at Skylar's halo. He grabbed it and shrunk it down to a small glowing ring. Then, he placed it in his pocket. "Evan Hansen has a broken neck."

She smacked Skylar on the behind. He yelped and hopped forward to bumble on the stage. The lights came on as the music started. The crowd applauded, and Skylar plastered on a brave face before strutting out onto the stage for all to see.

Pop!

Champagne flowed out of a bottle. It dribbled onto the carpet floor with a crowd cheering around the spilling alcohol. The loud after party was a boisterous affair with the cast and crew dancing the night away. More photographers snapped pictures while fans took selfies and video of their favorite actors.

Except for one who was hidden away at a table behind a cardboard cutout of himself.

"It's just ten grand, mom," Skylar said to his mother. Rose, who hovered a few inches above Skylar to make herself taller than him, had her arms crossed in a menacing fashion.

"It's not the money, Sky," Rose said. "Me and your dad can handle that. But you don't actually want to do this."

"Yes, I do," Skylar said. "Deku is gonna be there, and you know how popular I'd get being in his class? Plus, you always said to have something to fall back on, right?"

"Oh, so being a Pro-Hero is a fall-back option now?" Rose stated.

"Well….look, I can do both. Alright? We opened in time for the awards. And you know I'm getting at least nominated. So, I finish the summer here. I go to that school. Make friends with Deku. Then I come back next summer for some limited run thing. And I do that till I graduate and then I can devote my time to this."

"Okay, but what do you wanna be, Skylar?" Rose asked. "Fine, you can be an actor. Or a social media guy. Or a-."

"Influencers," Skylar said. "They're called influencers, Mom."

"Or a Pro-Hero," Rose said. "But being a Pro-Hero is an actual profession. Saving lives. Saving the city. That's what you'd learn. That's like you saying you want to go to medical school to be a brain surgeon "on the side" of being an-an influence."

"It's influencer," Skylar said. "And It's good for everyone! Besides, it was already in the contract that I took the school year off from the show anyway. Though, I don't know if this one will last long. I mean, my followers can't come every night, right? As great as they are," he said before taking a swig of his non-alcoholic cider.

Rose sighed and lowered herself to the floor. She grabbed her purse and flung the leather strap over her shoulder. "I'm fine if you want a good education. But at some point, you'll have to figure out what you're here for. On Earth. And I can't do that for you, Sky. Cause your looks and your roles and your followers…those go away eventually. So you need to think hard about what you really want to do. Maybe not tomorrow, but at some point, you need to find it."

Skylar took a swig of his drink and set it down with a final clink. "Did you ever find it, mom?"

Rose narrowed her eyes, her face tightening with a nonplussed glare shooting lasers at her son. She towed her bag and stepped around the cardboard cutout. Then, she disappeared into the crowd. Skylar peeked around the cutout and examined the wrap party dancing to the soundtrack of the musical. He saw his mother disappear into the crowd, and a twinge of guilt smacked at his nerves. She could not understand the pressure he was under keeping up with his appearances. Could she?

"Yo, Sky," one of his fellow thespians shouted from a mini-bar. "We were gonna hit up Webster Hall in thirty. You coming?"

Skylar smiled with a quick wink. "I'll meet you there."

On a blustery, late spring night in Hell's Kitchen, Skylar strolled down the street in his finest leather jacket and skinny jeans. The bright halo glowed from above his head with his wings now out in full force. They weren't wings with feathers or even wings that could physically be touched by anyone else. Instead, there was a strange translucent golden force shaped like wings that protruded from two holes sewn in the back of Skylar's jacket.

Some restaurant attendees on the sidewalk stared and took photos while he hustled past. He knew his appearance grabbed attention and had no problems with receiving it. He even waved at one or two of them. The golden glow over his body illuminated his oath as he turned onto a less-lit side street past the bars into the residential hi-rises of the neighborhood.

On the screen of his newest smartphone, he touched a button on the pink case and opened up some of the social media sites. Looking up his own name, he saw the glowing reviews pouring in from different outlets. He smiled as he scrolled through the praise. Even The Times liked thought his performance was the best of the season, though they weren't fans of the show itself.

Skylar clicked off his phone as he neared a corner. In the dark reflection was his face illuminated by the halo over his head. His smile evaporated while he looked over his face. He smudged back some of the foundation still plastered on his cheek. Underneath, his skin less slick and smooth. Then, he saw the fringe of his hairline and saw a small black hair poking out of his dyed blonde. He grabbed the strand at the base and tugged it out. He grimaced and flicked the hair away. In the chilled evening, the wind brushed over him with the occasional taxi cab brushing past on the pavement. There was an eerie calm that rested over the corner, and the boy leaned back on a light pole with the tungsten lights casting a copper pallor over him.

Then, a crash.

Skylar perked up. He twisted himself to peer down the street. Outside of a closed deli, a trio of thugs dressed in all black held baseball bats in front of the glass storefront.

Smash!

One of them swung the club and shattered the window. They rushed through the opening with a burlap sack to hold their ill-gotten gains.

Skylar turned around. Nobody else was around the block. He flipped back to the broken glass gleaming under the dull street light. With a courageous swallow, Skylar snuck towards the front of the store. His Italian designer shoes toed between the glass shards until he stood right in front of the broken window. Inside, the robbers ran around the deli; the black shapes poured money into their sacks along with any food left out. The boy was left with a predicament as to whether he should do something. Should he stop the robbers are call the police? After all, none seemed to have any definable quirk, so likely the Pro-Heroes would not care. Just a bunch of crackheads looking for a quick fix.

Instead, Skylar picked the possible worst option and unlocked his phone. He turned it to himself and pressed an app. When at the home screen, he pressed a button to record his thoughts over a livestream.

"Hey, SkyStars," Skylar whispered. "I'm outside of Anton's Deli on 45th, and I think these guys are robbing the store."

He turned the phone to record the robbers. However, the glow from Skylar's halo reflected off the cash register one of the men was trying to pry open with a crowbar. Seeing the golden gleam from the rusted chrome, he turned to the street and saw Skylar standing with his phone in hand.

"Hey, you!" The Robber shouted. He captured the attention of the other two robbers. "Blast him!"

One of the men turned around with a shotgun pointed right at Skylar. He dropped his phone and dived for the side of the street.

Bang! A deafening eruption rang out over the storefront. Instead of a harsh crash onto the ground, Skylar's wings glided him to a soft descent with his body rubbing onto the concrete. When he landed, Skylar flipped on his back and saw the three thieves rush to the window. One with a shotgun and the other with a pistol. Seeing no other option, Skylar grabbed his halo and enlarged the ring to the size of a circular riot shield.

He flung the halo like a frisbee at the robbers. The halo whizzed at them, and the fell and dived out of the way. The halo banged into the wall inside the deli and bounced over the main room like a rock skipping over tranquil waters. Once past them, the robbers stood up and pointed their weapons back at Skylar. However, a metallic clink echoed over the block before spinning ring slowed to a halt in mid-air and trailed back to Skylar.

Not seeing the rebound, the halo slammed into the shotgun robber's skull. He collapsed to the ground with his weapon clattering onto the sidewalk. Then, the halo whirred in the air and returned to its rightful spot atop Skylar's head.

With no other means to fight, Skylar tried to pick himself up to run away. However, one of the men cocked his pistol and pointed it at his back.

"Don't move, or I shoot, Twinkletoes," the robber shouted.

Skylar held his hands up in surrender while looking away from them down the empty street. He cried out and shut his eyes.

"No, please don't shoot" Skylar screamed in a quite unmanly way. "I didn't mean to hit your friend! I just tripped and was on my way to a nightclub and I know I shouldn't be going because I'm underage but I was going to anyway and I know I should have just listened to Mom but I promise I won't call the cops on you and, like, I've only been famous for like a couple of months and I haven't even gone to Coachella yet so please just let me go!"

"That was a pretty good throw, by the way," A deep voice said.

Skylar spun on his heels with his arms still up at the different voice. He gasped at the sight of the two robbers.

They were strung up in a cocoon of webbing and hung upside down like the carcass of a cow. They swung around in an inane struggle with their weapons abandoned on the floor below them. The sounds of them shouting were obscured by the dense grey webs that covered their mouths. Only the robber Skylar hit remained unencumbered sitting on the floor. However, he was blocked from reaching his shotgun by the new figure standing at the ledge of the windowsill.

He was a tall man about as muscular as any pro-hero. Donning a dark green jacket with matching pants, the strong man loomed over Skylar with pairs of spider legs jutting out from his back. The man, black with short hair down to his skull, turned with the elegance of an assured detective solving another tough case.

"Whoa," Skylar said. "You're that new Pro-Hero. The Spider Guy."

"I haven't really decided on a name yet," he said. "But you can call me Hunter."

Hunter gazed down at the robber still seated on the ground. "What about you? You still wanna fight?"

The Robber, with slightly glazed eyes that had a strange yellow spark that popped within his irises like fizzing champagne, shrugged. "Not really. I just kinda..."

"You just wanna go home?" Skylar asked.

"Yeah, I think I'll just go home." The Robber got up and hopped off the deli windowsill onto the sidewalk. He bumbled past Skylar and trudged down the street.

Hunter nodded and pointed at Skylar's halo. "Did that have something to do with that?"

"Oh, it's part of my quirk," Skylar said. "My halo doesn't actually harm anyone directly. But it can harm a person's free will. Not so much that I can control them, but just...heavily suggest."

Hunter smirked. Then, he blasted out a web that sailed just inches from Skylar's face. The boy squeaked as the web smacked into the feet of the retreating robber. He fell right at the street corner of the other block and toppled onto the sidewalk. He lay there defeated.

"Interesting," Hunter said. "You got something I haven't seen, mister. It ain't street smarts, though with you walk out here like you just got off a runway in the middle of Hell's Kitchen."

"It was actually a musical," Skylar said. "Hey, you think we can get a picture or something? You're like brand new, so my followers will love you and you can get a ton of new fans!"

Hunter rolled his eyes. He shot a web at Skylar's discarded phone on the sidewalk and retracted the ropes over to him. The phone sailed into his human hand, and he tossed it back to Skylar. Then, one of his spider limbs punched a robber hanging from the sill in the center. The man groaned in pain as Hunter stepped over to Skylar. His shadow washed over Skyler, but was dulled by the bright glow of the halo.

"I'm not in this for the fans, kid," Hunter said. "You do anything for people, and they'll let you down. But you do things because it's right, that compass will always steer you in the right direction."

"Whoa," Skylar said. "That's like...deep."

"A teacher of mine told me that," Hunter said as he placed a mirror-surfaced visor over his eyes. Then, he pressed a button on the side of the frame that locked onto Skylar's phone. "And it hasn't taken me wrong yet. Also, you weren't livestreaming. You were recording, and I just deleted all the footage. One less court case for me to deal with. Adios."

Hunter leaped into the air. His spider limbs propelled him into the sky and latched onto the nearest skyscraper he could find. Then, he crawled over the surface and disapppeared into the fog of the New York night.

Skylar gaped at the sky above him. The words bore through his brain, and the moments previous rushed over him. He actually fought against somebody! Okay, not necessarily a villain, but it was some nefarious being. And maybe he didn't beat them all himself, but he held them up long enough and stopped them from getting away with their crimes! As the feelings of panic and unease subsided within the pit of his stomach, the jovial rumble of exhilaration and pride ignited in his heart. Moreso than any instance he had bene on stage beforehand.

He wanted to keep feeling this way. Of saving others and his community. Of stopping crime and saving the day. And maybe, if he really gave it his all at this school, he would be able to do so. One day.

Skylar opened his phone. Scrolled down to his mom's contact and typed in a message.

Mom, I think I know what I'm here for.

Izuku's consciousness was traversing the fine line between reality and slumber.

He tossed and turned in his hotel room bed. The thin covers did little to block the quiet breeze from the open window. With a shiver, Izuku threw off his covers and stretched his arms. He sat upright and smacked his lips.

The day had been long enough finding out what he was needed for. However, all the information was making his head ache. He thought ending the digital universe and All-For-One would suffice in saving the world, but now he had to confront a new unknown villain with new unknown technology. Not only that, but the rate of people losing quirks could increase at any time. It worried Izuku, not because of his own self, but because of the implications this had on the peace and order that had been established in most places since Shigaraki was defeated. Would this person try to create a new All-For-One? Were they from this dimension? Izuku knew Moxie was doing well with One-For-All, but what if a formidable foe attempted to take her new quirk away from her? Would she be doomed?

Izuku shook his head and got up. He stumbled with half-lidded eyes for the open window. Even if he was being forced back into teaching, he wanted to do his best for his new students. He hoped that snooping around to find the technology or the culprit of this strange quirk-erasing phenomenon would not harm his ability to connect with students.

After all, despite more funding, this school in Detroit would still have many challenges. He heard of the myriad of fights and conflicts that occurred in the student body, as well as the expulsions due to illicit activities and contraband. He was facing a completely new situation, and he hoped he could better these kids lives while also saving the world yet again.

At the window, Izuku glanced at the city once more.

Remember, this is what you are fighting for. This is what you are protecting. They all count on you, but just remember...the day may come where you have to count them.

Izuku smiled at All Might's words playing in his head. Yes, he needed to have a little more faith in others. After all, he was still the Symbol Of Peace in a way. He could influence and change people for the better, and he would do his best at honing the next generation wherever he went. Besides, he learned from his teaching mistakes with the previous Class 1-A. He should be good at this by now!

Although, Izuku thought to himself as he closed the window. Why did I even open this window? I don't remember wanting it open.

"I thought it was a much cooler entrance than just waking you up from the bed. Don't you think, Professor Deku?"

Izuku froze.

That voice. No. It could not be real.

Izuku saw no reflection in the window. However, the voice sounded as loud and as quick as he remembered.

His eyes wide as a horrified child, Izuku panned his head to the side. Then, turned back at the speed of a dying slug. He had to be imaging the voice.

There was no way this was real.

At first, he saw nothing.

Then, he blinked.

And in his midst in that room...

Was a boy. A ghost of a boy. A boy a bit shorter than him and thin that stood just feet away at the base of his bed. However, his old USAHS school uniform fit him perfectly as he grinned like a madman underneath the mop of black hair that scrawled over his scalp. His wild eyes sparkled with an uneasy, morbid gleam that made Izuku shiver.

"B...B...Bl-."

"You never got to tell me, Professor Deku," Blake Marseilles said to a terrified Izuku Midoriya. "Did I ace my final exam?"

Skylar Landsen (LevelNineCPU) - Voiced by Rami Malek

Yes, we are doing voice actors again for fun! Apparently, some people wanted celebs way outside our budget, so I said...okay. And now I keep raising the bar!

I will be introducing characters and putting in a runnig list. Hopefully by the time the first arc ends, the whole class is convened.

But what do you think? Thoughts on the new characters? The story? Suggestions? Concerns? Please let me know!

And please go on the Discord! Everyone is happy to see you there! Tell your friends and family to review. I only post after receiving 6-9 reviews per chapter though I will not turn away more!

Thank you. See you soon!