Bump!

Izuku grimaced with the bus rumbling over the cobblestone surface of the bridge. Due to the road being considered historic, the foundation pillars were given an upgrade while the beige stone remained heading to the newly renovated school. The bus shifted side to side with the children in the back seats tossed around like a bowl of soup on a roller coaster.

Izuku peered down at his right hand and clutched it over his lap. He rubbed the small burn on the palm of his hand. The furious red skin shines with the beginnings of a blister over the damaged skin. It had been a while since he had been surprised by anything that happened in his life. Already, on his first day at this school, he was starting to see things.

"By the way, Dabi had something to say to us."

Izuku spun around to his side. Next to him, Hawks sat with his arm splayed out on the back of the seat. Still in his business suit, he stared ahead with a pensive smile at the road into the city.

"Tonight. At the boat docks behind campus. He'll wait for us and then go back to his hiding spot."

"Is that okay?" Izuku asked.

"I already told security we had a guest, so they'll let him in," Hawks said. "Besides, I paid them some hush money. Doubt anyone would believe them even if they did rat him out. Worse case scenario, Dabi can still throw a punch."

"Could've fooled me," Izuku flexed his fingers at the memory of beating up Dabi.

"Hey, you always knew he was a bad guy," Hawks said. "I had to be betrayed by him. You know what that feels like?"

"In fact," Izuku grunted between his teeth. "I do, Hawks."

"Oh, right," Keigo gave off a nervous chuckle. "Well, I'm glad I could at least watch this first test with you all. It was this or talk to parents. They get annoying fast."

"No. Thank you," Izuku said. "If something happened, I couldn't even call someone with my phone broken. And also…you're going to be principal for a while. Right?"

"Yeah," Hawks said and faced Izuku with his yellow eyes darting to his green ones.

"I saw you brought back a lot of the teachers from the old school," Izuku said. "The one that stood where the new school is."

"Yeah, Detroit Prep or whatever it was called," Hawks said. "It was a dump. Mold in the ceiling and fights every day. Well, to be fair, most every hero school has fights every day. Especially U.A. Kind of encourage it, to be honest."

"But a lot of those problem students are still here," Izuku said. "And the teachers also? Is that wise to have bad teachers back? What if we get to the end of this semester, and all we did was put a new coat of paint on the walls? We put lipstick on a pig?"

"We did a service," Hawks said. "Cleaned up the school. Dormitories. International students. We brought in a lot of money for this school and city. And it's not exactly Tokyo, Izuku. It's…well, it's Detroit."

Hawks gestured at the city skyline looming ahead. Izuku saw the tall buildings with smoke billowing out of the stacks from a nearby power plant polluting the sky.

"I read the test reports," Izuku said. "This school last year? Dead last in almost every category. They ranked in the bottom percentile for high schoolers. That means nine out of ten kids here could barely read. Ten percent passed the math portion of the Provisional License Exam. So, I question why you would just bring those teachers back on and give them a higher salary."

"Because it fits our cover, Izuku," Hawks said. "Remember our mission here. It has nothing to do with this school."

"It actually does," Izuku said. "Maybe you see this as a cover, but I actually want to teach these kids. I owe them that much."

"You know what you owe," Hawks said. "You owe it to yourself to focus on what we are here for. To protect the sheep, you go after the wolf. And we got a big, bad one to take down. So what if these kids can't pass a test right away? Would you rather that or they lose their quirks?"

"Neither," Izuku said. "And if you're not going to take being the Principal seriously, then-."

"Then what? You'll tell the PTA? You'll have me fired?"

"No," Izuku argued. "But we need to do right by these kids, Keigo."

"Ah, Keigo," Hawks said. "I guess we're on a first name basis now."

"Maybe we are," Izuku said. "But only because I want you to know how serious I am. You brought me here to do two things. And im going to accomplish both. Now, if you want to help and make this a school we can be proud of, great. If not, then get the hell out of my way."

Hawks stared at Izuku. A stern expression burned on the green-haired man's face. After a few terse moments, Hawks snorted out a small chuckle.

"You're a lot more like All Might than I thought," Hawks said.

Izuku breathed. "Thanks."

"That wasn't a compliment."

Izuku huffed out a hot breath. He crossed his arms and faced away from Hawks towards the window. He leaned his head on the glass with the bus about to land on the main road of the waterfront freeway.

Behind him, another student mirrored his posture.

With his old Walkman headset on, Riley's head clinked onto the glass window and watched the water glimmer below the bus that crossed the river and turned down the waterfront road. He tapped his head to the beat of the song playing through his headphones. The soft guitar strumming echoed along with the heavenly voice that vibrated over his ears.

His mission hung on his shoulders with a giant platinum weight. He glanced at the small notepad in his pocket. Already, he had pages of notes and observations about this world. He was already prepared for the mythical idea of superpowers being present in people. He versed himself on the name of his "quirk" and his cover story, but he was still in awe at how society functioned. Surely, more people would abuse this power.

Despite these misgivings, he supposed some things remained the same. Vehicles and clothing seemed to have changed little from his time. In fact, he was surprised at how well he blended into the class. He would have much to discuss with the Home Base when he retired to his room later that night.

First, he had to avoid being expelled from the school. Also, he had to avoid being found out which was already difficult due to one person in particular.

He felt Sigi's eyes digging into the back of his neck like a drill puncturing his brain stem. The girl with pink eyes and the black baseball cap on her head sat across and behind Riley's row next to Sam The Dog and Merle. While the other students conversed or argued about their plans for the test, Sigi examined Riley for the thousandth time that day. Riley, feeling her gaze crawl over his body, bit the inside of his mouth and leaned his body onto the wall to appear more casual. Truth be told, he was quite tired and he hoped that this day would be over soon. Time travel took a lot out of someone, even a person as adept and physically fit as him.

"Oi! You," Sigi said while the bus skimmed the corner which caused everyone to lean to the side. In doing so, Riley caught Sigi staring at him with her suspicious leer.

"Yeah, you," Sigi pointed at her ears. "I know you can hear me."

Riley took of his headphones. "What is it?"

"What are you listening to?"

"It's a transmission from my mothership," Riley said. "You wouldn't understand. It's in my home planet's language."

"Ha ha," Sigi mocked. "I know you're not an alien. You're not interesting enough to be one."

"Oh, but I'm interesting enough to be what exactly?"

Sigi paused and bit her lip. Then, she reached over and grabbed the plastic corner of Riley's bench. She scooted over the walkway and sat next to Riley. The top of her head reached to about the height of Riley's eyebrows.

"I want to listen," Sigi pointed at the Walkman.

"You won't like it. It's old."

"That's fine. I just want to listen."

Riley furrowed his brow. Sigi was still looking at him with a suspicious, but softer expression. Figuring there would be no harm to appeasing the bossy girl, he took off his headphones and was about to place them on the girl's head.

She snatched them from Riley. "Don't you put your hands on my head. I'll put them on myself."

Riley held up his Walkman, slightly amused at the pout on the girl's face. She slapped the headphones over her ears. Then, Riley clicked the button to turn on the cassette inside the music player.

Click!

When the music played, Sigi's eyes widened in surprise. Riley frowned at her suddenly shocked look, but she clutched the headphones around her and listened further. She stared beyond Riley's face and out at the lake outside that stretched into the endless azure horizon of the sky. A bird flew past with the rumble of the bus giving way to the hypnotizing sound.

She listened to the whole song. Memories of her past flowed over her eyes like a slow-moving film strip clicking through a projector. She lowered her gaze towards the Walkman in Riley's large hands. Then, her eyelids seemed to hang over her pink irises. Not a suspicious look. Instead, one of vulnerability.

When the song finished, she took off the headphones and handed them to Riley. She turned in the seat next to him and stared ahead at the black plastic seat cover in the row before her.

Riley, confused as ever, turned parallel to the odd girl and set the Walkman in his lap. They looked ahead with the bus tumbling closer to the downtown area.

"Thanks," Sigi finally said.

"Uh…you're welcome?"

Sigi sighed and traced a finger over the seat between her and Riley. An absent-minded pattern, but it kept her gaze occupied.

"I actually know that song. It's an old one, but it reminded me of something. A long time ago. In Stockton, California."

"Is that where you're from?"

Sigi looked over at Riley. His green eyes made contact with hers. For the first time, there was not as much animosity as previous instances.

Sigi shook her head. She scoffed and faced forward in her chair.

"Whatever," Sigi said.

No words were said for the rest of the trip from them.

Across the street from the bank, the class entered the top floor of the office building. A whole wall of television screens showed every angle of the bank inside and out. Otherwise, the space was clear except for the myriad of reporters and school personnel wanting to witness the event.

The class funneled in except for three students that would be the first group. Izuku marched to the central console and looked at the main screens which showed the front entrance of the ornate bank. Golden doors stood at the main entrance of the historic building. Beige brick built up to the marble pillars holding up the red roof of the doorway leading inside the lobby. The bank ran up five stories with gleaming mirrors reflecting the hot moon sun.

Next to him, Hawks grinned and waved at some of the cameras. He walked beside Izuku towards the center console and pressed a button next to a microphone. He leaned down and cleared his throat.

"Come in, Group A?"

Down on the street, Leon pressed onto the speaker snug in his ear. He stood with Lynn and Skylar across the empty street from the bank entrance.

"Yes, go for Group A."

Upstairs, Hawks nodded to Izuku. The former Pro-Hero grabbed the microphone and pulled it towards his mouth. He was also feeling trepidation. This was a risky mission for the students. However, he was concerned about the blowback of they all failed. Was he setting them up to all flunk out of school? Would he be considered a bad teacher after all?

"Okay, Group A," Izuku shunted those thoughts to the recesses of his head and spoke. "The people in the bank are all actors. They will act as if it is a normal day at this bank. However you act, they will respond in the most realistic way they see fit. Ground rules: no injuries to civilians. Any injuries will cause a one minute penalty each. Also, no fatalities. Any deaths caused will result in automatic failure of the test."

Leon blinked. "Uh…are those the only consequences to that?"

"Actually, Mister Deku," Skylar raised his hand and waved at the top floor.

"Skylar, you have to hit the earbud," Lynn pointed at his ear.

With a thumbs up, Skylar pressed on the earbud. "Hello, Mister Deku?"

"Yes, Skylar," Izuku said with cameras flashing and recording his conversation.

Back on the ground floor, Skylar rubbed his face. "I was wondering if we could have another rule? I have a photo shoot next month during the weekend, so maybe we could have an extra rule about no hitting of the face or pulling of the hair?"

Upstairs, Izuku looked back at his class with an unimpressed frown. Some of the cameramen even snickered behind their lenses. Izuku went back to the microphone and clicked the microphone back on.

"Okay, Skylar," he said. "No touching of the hair or face. Everything else is fair game."

"Excellent," Skylar said. "Then, I am ready!"

Group A walked over to the front entrance in a single line. The hot breeze wafted over Leon's white hair with the sharp tingle of electricity flummoxing underneath his skin.

"We have decided to give you ten minutes instead of seven," Izuku's voice creaked over the earbuds. "The time begins when you first make contact with the building. The clock will not stop unless you are bound by capture tape. You are not allowed to give up or surrender. Other than that, good luck. And please, no fatalities."

"Copy that," Leon said. The three stopped at the base of the marble staircase leading up to the opaque stained glass of the double doors. They stare up at the entrance in anticipation.

"Begin."

Lynn turned to Skylar. She grabbed onto his arm. Leon did the same, causing Skylar to blush at the close proximity as he was squished between the two.

"Go, Skylar," Lynn said.

Skylar stammered and shifted his golden eyes to Leon. Then, Lynn. "Huh?"

"Fly us up," Lynn said.

"What?"

"The plan, Skylar," Lynn pointed at his Porto-wings on his back. "The plan. You fly us to the roof."

"Oh, I…uh…I think I missed that part," Skylar said. "I can't really use these wings to fly. Yet."

"What?" Lynn shouted. "But that was the whole plan! For you to fly us up! Didn't you pay attention when I described it?"

"Not really," Skylar said. "I was pre-occupied!" He said when his eyes flickered over to Leon.

"Part A of the plan was for you to fly us to the roof," Lynn placed a dejected hand on her face. "The whole thing hinged on that."

"Maybe Leon can fly us up," Skylar pointed to him.

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"I thought electricity powers can make you fly! You know, you hit the ground with some thunderbolts and then you go whoosh," Skylar pointed at the sky.

Lynn shook her head in exasperation. Already her fellow team members were letting her down. However, as she looked over at Skylar, she noticed a pizza delivery vehicle parked at the curb. A pizza man in a red tee shirt and matching pants heaved a stack of pizzas and walked from down the block towards the office building on the other corner.

"I have an idea," Lynn said.

In the office area, Izuku grabbed the joystick on the console. He moved the main camera on the largest screen around to follow Lynn. She walked up to the pizza delivery man and said some words to her.

He zoomed in and saw her pointing to Skylar. The rest of the class could see the gears shifting within her head during the discussion. Then, she grabbed Leon by the arm and pointed at the roof across the street.

They disappeared across the street. Skylar went over to the alleyway with the pizza delivery man.

"What are they doing?" Izuku asked to himself.

A few minutes later, Skylar walked out of the alleyway. Wearing the loose scarlet pizza delivery uniform that billowed on his thin frame like a parachute, he carried a box of pizza out to the sidewalk. Behind him, the pizza man walked wearing Skylar's clothes. Much more rotund than him, the man made the clothes stretch from the seams with the crop top only covering the very top of his hairy chest. However, he counted the wad of bills in his hand with a content nod and walked away from the building.

Atop the office tower across the street, the door to the rooftop popped out and flew to the ledge of the door in a crumpled heap. Lynn had her fist outstretched in a stone grip. She shook her hand free and returned it to its normal density. Leon followed behind before they halted right at the ledge of the roof.

At the ground level, Skylar adjusted the belt on the outfit. He pressed on his earbud and rang an alert to Lynn and Leon.

"Are we ready?" Skylar asked.

"When we land on the roof, go in," Lynn said. She nodded at Leon and threw her arms around his neck. She hiked her legs around his waist, which caused Leon to flash a confused expression at how tight she held onto him. These two individuals were quite comfortable putting their hands on him. Perhaps that was just how high schoolers were in public.

"Ready?" Lynn asked.

Leon nodded. He felt a fuzzing spark ignite at the central core of the device in his chest. It whirred with a quick hum that caused his veins to glow with a faint cerulean tint underneath his skin. His body warmed, and the static ran over his frame up to his head and down to his toes.

He focused on his legs. The sparkling static rushed down towards his legs. A pop fizzled out from the glowing veins, and Lynn flinched from a sudden zap that crackled from his thighs.

Leon opened his eyes. His electric blue eyes blazed into a deep cobalt that throbbed over his irises.

Now.

Leon hunched down for just a second. Then, he launched into the air with a trail of sapphire electricity crawling in the air behind him. The webs acted through the sky along with the two students.

They sailed over the street. Lynn braced herself and hugged her head close to Leon's nape. The two powered over the cool sky. The strange sensation of static brushed over her with the coarseness of steel wool. Despite this, she never felt in harms way when the two descended onto the top of the roof.

Smack! Leon landed on the edge of the empty surface. His balance broke at the touchdown, and he flipped forward. Lynn flung off his back and lowered the density of her bones. She bounced like dough across the floor and rolled to a safe heap. Once upright, she regrew them back to full strength and slid up to her full height.

Leon shut off his electricity and smacked his head into the side of the roof door shed. His face slammed off the grey siding, and his vision popped with dazing lights dotting the sky above. He sat dizzy with his head lulling like a bobble head.

Ding! Back in the office, a timer begin at ten minutes on the main computer screen. Then, the clock began to count down.

"Now you've begun," Izuku said. "Good luck."

"Alright," Lynn peeked over the eve down to Skylar. "Go in."

Skylar, his wings hidden underneath his baggy red shirt, nodded up at Lynn. He took his hall and shrunk it to the size of a ring that he placed on his finger. Then, he walked inside with the hot pies warming his hands underneath the thin cardboard. He spun around and backed into the golden doors to enter the lobby.

Skylar spun inside of the ornate lobby. A shining copper tile sat underneath the rows of glass desks that ran around the perimeter. Giant windows spilled sunshine inside with a crystal chandelier hanging miles above a marble fountain which held a statue of a bull spouting water from its horns. To the back was a wall of oak desks that separated the public area from the back hallways that lead likely to the main vault. A giant walkway led to a Bay Area of elevator with a steel door at the very end that protected the back catacombs.

Skylar marched forward with the confidence of a man who delivers food for a living. He approached the teller in the very center and slammed the box onto the oak surface.

"Pizza time."

On the roof, Leon punched the camera seated a top the shack leading into the stairwell. Then, Lynn ran up to a grate. She placed her hands around the edges and examined the screws in its place. She hardened her fist and flung it forward. The impact caused the aluminum to burst inward and fall down into the main shafts of the ventilation system.

"Alright, this will lead me to the break room," Lynn said. "The vault has no openings, so that is the closest spot we can congregate. Just blend in, and I'll see you."

Lynn threw herself into the vent without a moments hesitation. She let out a gleeful cheer and melted her bones down to their thinnest and weakest state. Her body became as malleable as wet clay as she landed at the bottom of the shaft and started to snake her way through the maze of vents.

Beep. Beep.

In a guard room, one of the security guards noticed an alert on the roof. A blinking light emanated from the model of the building located on his computer screen. He clicked on the camera for the roof. However, the screen that popped up showed only a green test screen revealing that the camera was offline.

"Hey, Soup," the guard said. "I got a roof alert."

"Just a bird. What's the camera say?" The Supervisor who was chugging down a flask of who knows what asked in an uncaring way.

"The camera is down."

"Must've been a big bird. Go check it out."

"But I just went up there yesterday."

"Get your steps in. Stop being a slob. One day, you might have my job y'know."

The Guard rolled his eyes. He grabbed a radio and started to trudge for the door.

The teller, an old and rotund lady with thick-rimmed ruby glasses looked up from her stack paperwork and leered at Skylar. "May I help you?"

"Oh, I got a call for a pizza order," Skylar said.

"I didn't call for pizza," the lady said.

Then, a younger woman in a grey business suit with large black hair and grey eyes appeared from a cubicle off the the right side. Tall and Japanese, she walked over in matching high heels to the desk.

"What's the problem, mister?" She said.

"He says he has pizza, but I didn't order any," the lady croaked out.

"Well, not everything is about you, Janice," she said. "I'm sure someone else ordered the pizza."

"Exactly," Skylar said.

The lady turned to face him with a light smile. "I can pay for it and take it off your hands."

"Actually, I was wondering if you could just let us- I mean, me into the break room," Skylar said. "I want to make sure the pizza is in one piece for whoever ordered it."

"That won't be necessary," she said and pulled out her wallet. "I can handle it from here. I will tip you extra."

"Apart of our deal at the…Pizza Planet," Skylar said after a quick glance at the box. "Is that we hand deliver it to the person or the actual location. And I think it was Chris? He said he was in the break room."

"We don't have a Chris that works here," She said.

"You know, I bet that would really hurt Chris' feelings," Skylar peeked at the doorway to the back rooms. "How about I just take it to the break room?"

"I'll just take the pizza."

She reached for the box. Skylar took a step back and let out a deep breath. He hated to do this, but he knew there was no other way around it. With a soft smile, his yellow eyes seemed to glow with a strange golden glow emanating off the outline of his frame.

"Miss," Skylar said in his honey-tinted voice. "I think it would be best if I could take this to the break room. Could I please have you bring me there?"

The lady blinked. Suddenly, all that existed in the world was this very pretty delivery boy standing before her.

"She said no, dingleberry," the old lady shouted. "Now get out of here before I call the-."

"I'll take you," the lady said.

Before anyone could protest, she pressed a button. The sliding door in between two of the oak desks slid open allowing Skylar into the back area.

"Thank you, miss," Skylar strut towards the opening. The lady made sure they were beside one another and then walked with him to the steel door. Skylar looked back and stuck his tongue out at the old lady. She flipped him off right when Skylar strolled next to the lady.

On the roof, Leon looked down at his golden wristwatch. The clock already showed three minutes elapsing. He tapped his foot and hoped that Lynn was correct about what the blueprint said concerning the security capabilities of the building.

However, his electrical motor in his body felt a pulse vibrating through his feet. His breath hitched when a few thumps emanated from the stairwell beyond the door. Leon snuck to the wall next to the shack and waited for the person to exit.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Creak. The door opened.

"Alright, what do we got here-."

Leon twisted himself around the corner. He reared back his arm, and the electrical pulses in his body charged right to his arm.

Slam! His arm launched forward and knocked the guard out. The man crumpled to the floor with his limbs laid out like a rag doll.

Skylar and the other lady made it to the steel door. On the keypad, she input a code. Skylar was so proud of himself that he paid no mind to the code and simply slipped inside when the lady opened up the doorway.

Inside the stark white hallway, Skylar bound over the ivory tile reflecting the fluorescent light burning in the ceiling. He was so thrilled to already succeed in the first step of the mission.

When they rounded the corner, the end of the hallway held a platinum-faced vault door with a spinning lock in the center. Skylar's golden eyes gleamed with his objective in sight. However, he stuck to the mission and followed the lady to a door just feet away from the vault. She pressed another code and opened the door.

Skylar entered the break room. It was a small, unremarkable room with grey walls and a vending machine in the corner. A television played an old news report from some hero battle that happened in Japan. Skylar paid no mind and set the pizza box down on the table.

"Okay, so can I walk you out now," She said.

Skylar literally turned on the angel charm again. His bright puppy dog eyes pierced the girls soul as he clasped his hands together. "Actually, I'll just wait for Chris to show up. I'd hate him to be disappointed by the pizza."

"Oh, of course," the lady giggled. "I'll just let you stay here. You already know your way out, so you can go when ready."

"Thank you," Skylar winked. "Oh, can I have the tip now?"

She snapped her fingers. "Of course." She said. She reached in her pocket and grabbed a few twenty dollar bills. She handed them to Skylar who pocketed them in his large pants.

"Thank you!" Skylar waved at her.

She smiled at him and exited the room. She closed the door leaving Skylar by himself. He sat at the table with the pizza box. Carefully, he opened up the box to reveal the steaming pepperoni pie shimmering like a suitcase of gold.

He opened the lid and revealed the pizza to the rest of the world. He grabbed the crust and held the slice up to his head. The cheese on the sides strung out and quivered off the piece with a delectable aroma of melted parmesan wafting his ears.

"No, I shouldn't," Skylar said. He slammed the pizza down and looked away.

Then, he glanced back at it. The beautiful slices invited him like the freshest fruit in the garden. Skylar shook in his seat from temptation.

Then, he reached for the slice! He was just about to shove it in his face until-.

Bang! From the air vent above, the gate tumbled to the ground and crashed on the linoleum floor.

Skylar dropped the pizza sauce first on the ground. He watched as a head of blonde hair poked out upside down from the vent.

Lynn grabbed the sides of the outside and flipped herself to face the floor feet first. She dropped down and sunk onto the ground with her feet melding with the her shoes. Then, she regained the density in her bones and stood upright again. She stretched her arms and cracked her neck sideways.

"You made it!" Skylar said. "Thank God. I almost gave into the temptation of carbs!" He pointed at the pizza.

Lynn fist-pumped the air. "We're almost there! But first," she clicked on her earbud. "Blondie to Jack Frost. Do you read me?"

On the staircase, Leon ran on the walls through the corner leading to the next flight downward. He stomped down the steps donning the guard's outfit and an ID card pinned to his chest pocket.

He pressed his earbud with a deep sigh. "Are you really calling me that now?"

"No time for complaints! Where are you?"

Leon raced past a door with a sign that was labeled Floor Five.

"Fifth floor," Leon said. "And I have a keycard that can get me to the break room."

"Good," Lynn said. "Me and Skylar are waiting. I thought up on the way down an idea on how we can get into the safe."

"Great," Leon said. "What is it?"

"So, you and Angel here will-."

Bang!

Static.

Lynn frowned. She clicked on her earbud. All she heard on the other end was static of a dead speaker.

"Hello?" Lynn asked. "Leon?"

"I'm trying him, too," Skylar said. "Maybe he's in the elevator?"

Lynn shrugged and examined the rest of the room. Seeing the door, she walked over to it and placed a hand on the surface. She grabbed the door handle and gave it a yank.

"What are you doing?" Skylar asked. "I thought we were waiting for Leon?"

"I just wanted to see the hallway," Lynn said while giving the doorway another tug. "But…this door…is…stuck."

"What?" Skylar asked. "But I walked right through it with that Bank Manager lady. Do they lock on the inside."

"No," Lynn turned back to Skylar. "These doors are brand new and Detroit has a local law against that. Even in banks."

"So do we need a keycard," Skylar asked. "Or maybe there's a button?"

"No, I think it could b-." Lynn scrunched her brow at the sight above Skylar. A few years behind him on the television hanging above a coffee maker was footage of an old Pro-Hero battle. Except this time, it was in Japan and it was an interview after the fight.

"That footage is old," Lynn said.

Skylar twisted his neck back to the screen. His eyes lit up at the sight of the woman on the screen.

"Hey, that's the Bank Manager," Skylar said. "She let me in here?"

Lynn gasped. "What? You didn't recognize her?"

"I don't keep up with Pro-Heroes in Japan," Skylar held his chest in defense. "I know Deku and Hawks cause he's kinda cute but that's literally it."

"Don't call you're new Principal cute!" Lynn said. "But that girl on screen…that's Creati!"

"Who?"

"Creati," Lynn shouted. "Momo Yaoyaorozou! The hero from Japan!"

"But she was the Bank Manager," Skylar yelled. "Does that mean that she…."

Skylar ran over to the door along with Lynn. They traced their gazes at the seams of the door. Lynn held up a finger and ran it over until her finger bumped on a dried, hard substance that plugged up the entire frame.

Dried concrete, created by Momo, coated the entire door.

Leon's eyes flickered open. What he first noticed was the pain that throbbed up his body. Then, he felt a jab of stone digging into his back.

Regaining consciousness, he looked up and saw his body over the rubble of a destroyed wall. He had been pushed by some force through the walls of the building, and he saw the open hole he created that led all the way to the stairwell. He was in an open office space with water spraying out of the leaking pipes bent and broken through the crumbled drywall. His bones ached, and his limbs were spaghetti with the air forced out of his lungs. He gasped for air with his entire body hot and glowing from a strange lavender neon glow. Did a bomb explode while he was running past the fifth floor? He was especially concerned because he had no idea how long he was knocked out. However, a quick look at his untampered watch revealed just five minutes remaining on the clock. There was still time to meet with Lynn and Skyler. He would be damned if he was the reason that the group would fail this test.

Leon grunted and sat up on the jagged sheetrock. A few pebbles rolled off the pile. One such pebble toppled from the top and rolled across the soiled indigo carpet.

It bounced over the upturned bits of ceramic and treated water that dripped over the snapping power wires and fiber optic cables that swung from the rafters. Yet, it continued to roll.

Until it was stopped in its tracks by a large boot that stomped on it with the ferocity of a racehorse.

The boot belonged to a slender man who was very much the same as when he graduated just a year or two prior. His hero costume, a black and purple jumpsuit that matched the color of his neon, ran all the way up to his angular face draped by luscious black hair. What interested Leon the most, however, was the brilliant emerald eye right next to a bright purple on that held a look of mirth and mockery. Sharing that sentiment was the curled grin on the young man's face.

Leon recognized who it was immediately. He could not believe his first ever test in front of everyone at school and in the news…would have to be conducted in front of him!

"Stings, doesn't it," James Guzman said. "Ready, you dumb manatee?"

I wanted to have the first group's entire turn on here, but this went on so long I'll just make that part of the next chapter.

I STILL NEED OCS! SEND THEM IN! I am also finalized with the main Class-A cast, so this could be your last chance. That said, OCs for other roles are accepted as well.

And please review and tell me your thoughts. I will only update when I receive 6-9 reviews for this chapter. But the more, the merrier!

Thank you. See you soon!