Class C1-A followed Aizawa through the halls of U.A.

"Where are we going?" Sero questioned, gazing out the window sat the brightly colored day, wishing to be outside in the sun. Mina glanced at the side of Aizawa's head, seeing the never changing monotony expression plastered across his face. Mina wanted to add into the mixing pot of questions, where were you? You were officially a U.A. student again yet you weren't here with them.

"You know normal teachers tell their students what they will be doing." Sero continued to point out.

"Yeah-" Kaminari agreed, "-they even tell them weeks in advance."

Aizawa and class pulled up to Gym Gamma, Aizawa lazily turned.

"Today we will be working with Class B-"

"Ugh-!" The collective group groans at the thought of having to deal with their rival class. Aizawa opens the door, instantly the roar of gun fire rang throughout the students' ears causing a few to jump at the sudden loud noises.

Positioned by the front door was Pro-Hero GunHead sitting ideally by his arms crossed over his chest, he turned to see the last class had entered.

"Someone is late-!" He sang while standing. Mina leaned over to the side, eyeballing past GunHead's shoulder to see Class B lined-up in a neat row to the right shooting at black board looking targets that had been lined up against the stone wall.

"GunHead!" Ochaco bounced to the front of the class.

"Uravity!" GunHead kittenishly bounced back, "It's been a while since I have seen you! How are you doing with improving your combat skills?"

"I am doing so much better-!" Ochaco punched the air, "-I can't wait to show you my new moves!"

"I can't wait-" GunHead chuckles but was cut off by Aizawa's hardened gaze. "-oh, you're no fun." GunHead pouts but shoots Ochaco a playful wave, "We'll talk later."

"Ok." Ochaco giggles causing Bakugo's eyes to roll.

"Now-!" GunHead clears his throat, "-each of you grab a pair of earmuffs and eyewear and go wait over there by that table-" GunHead instructs with his boisterous tone to get his words over Class B's shooting.

"Why do we need to wear this stuff?" Camie wrinkles her nose glaring at the pair of safety glasses in her hands.

"Because it's loud in here and your hearing can be damaged-" GunHead replied with a wave for her to move on and follow Ochaco. "-and you should always protect your eyes-"

"But I don't want to wear these." Camie gestured to the clear glasses in her hand, knowing it would mess her foundation up.

"This is not an option." GunHead frowns, Camie rolls her eyes with a scoff leaving her lips, she snatches the sanitized shooting earmuffs and stomped her way after her classmate.

GunHead flips over to Aizawa dramatically gesturing to Camie, wondering what her attitude was about, all Aizawa did was wave him off.

Class A gazed with open mouths at the long table pushed against the wall in the corner of the gym. It had been lined with rows of different types of firearms, magazines and boxes of ammo. It all caused stars to dazzle in Kaminari's eyes.

"Please tell me we get to play with these!" Kaminari spun around as the two teachers joined the young heroes in the corner of the room.

"No." GunHead sternly answered causing Kaminari's smile to shrink. "We aren't going to play with these. These are not toys for your enjoyment, these weapons can be seriously dangerous."

"Why are we here?" Jiro raised her hand.

"Due to the attack on Park Hyatt Hotel the HPSC has decided each inspiring hero student should have some formal training in firearms." GunHead disclosed.

"Really?" Momo frowned, "Why?"

"You cannot solely rely on your quirk-" GunHead further explains, his words sent Mina back to the attack on the hotel, clearly hearing your words when you pulled your gun from its holster, Mina tasted the dust from the crumbling drywall on her tongue.

Class A sat around as GunHead picked up the three handguns he picked out to bring to the school today, he explained basic gun safety and demonstrated how each weapon worked.

Kaminari sucked in a deep breath as he leaned back on his arms, feeling bored as GunHead explained how to load the sleek black .77mm pistol he was holding. The electric blond turned gazing at Class B feeling slightly jealous.

"(y/n)?" Kaminari sat up, fully turning around as he furrowed his brows. "(y/n)!" Kaminari excitedly waved pulling the class's attention off their lesson.

The sound of your name turned your head to the corner of the room. You stood behind the row of Class B students watching their form. After a moment you turned around slowly walking behind the students watching each of them fire their chosen gun.

"What is (y/n) doing here!?" Mina flipped to Aizawa; she thought you were simply resting after your test yesterday!

Bakugo frowned seeing you weren't dressed in your gym uniform like the rest of the class. You sported your old Bullet uniform, why?

"Hm?" GunHead blinked, looking over the students' head at you, who was correcting Shoda's grip on his gun. "Oh-" GunHead chuckles, "-these two exercises were put together by Five."

"What!?"

"Yes." GunHead nodded, "She is the one who actually called me and asked to join in."

"Why?"

"The Seven Bullets were known not only for their proficient skills in combat-" GunHead answers as he keeps watching you teach Class B. "-but they were also sought after for their excellent marksman skills."

"What do you mean sought after?" Shoji politely questioned.

"Many facilities, including U.A.-" Aizawa stepped in, "-reached out to the Seven Bullets to try and get them to host a class but they always declined."

"Wow..." Sato breathed, "...wait-!" He quickly raised his hand, "-why is (y/n) doing a class now?"

Aizawa glanced at GunHead, who cleared his throat and clapped his hands trying to get the attention off the question and onto him.

"Each of you line up and we will match you to a gun and get you shooting!"

"Really!?" Kaminari jumped up, "Sweet!"

Bakugo narrowed his eyes on Aizawa but decided to not press the issue right now, he would find out later what wasn't being said.

From the corner of your eye, you watched Class A get their weapon and practically skip to the empty wall of waiting targets.

With a breath so deep, it ached your lungs you turned to Class A, who waited for instruction. You positioned yourself at the front of the class, closest to the front door.

"Each of you have a target placed in front of you-" You explained the rules. Each student was to only pay attention to their target and theirs alone. The goal was to hit the heart of the bullseye, if they feel three taps on their shoulder, they have completed their training and can join their teacher on the sidelines until the next exercise begins.

Camie who stood two targets away, rolled her muddy brown eyes at your stern words as she looked you up and down, your right arm resting in its sling, a black medical mask over the lower half of your face. Camie crossed her arms, lazily holding her loaded .7mm pistol. She didn't understand why her class was so stuck on someone who seemed to be such a broken madhouse.

Camie shifted her weight onto her other leg, feeling annoyance bubbling inside her chest with the more words you spoke. Camie rolled her eyes again, carelessly waving the pistol without a care.

"Ah-!?" Camie screamed in surprise, feeling the kick of the gun throw her arm backwards, the crack of the bullet exiting the chamber caught GunHead's attention.

"Five!" GunHead cried out, noting how the pistol was pointed in your direction. Time seemed to decelerate as GunHead watched you turn your head in time to notice what was happening.

The rim of your eyes dimly lit as you tried to call upon your wind quirk. Sudden sharp pains stabbed across your torso causing your eyes to flicker. You gasped out, doubling over you turned your head as you watched the bullet impale the wall directly behind you, spitting out dust as it did so.

Everyone was silent, mouths hung open as everyone tried to process what had just happened.

"Five are you alright!?" GunHead came running full force, but you didn't reply. Instead, you stood upright, your breathing shallow as the pain didn't subside, you locked onto the student who carelessly lost control of their weapon.

"Are you out of your damn mind!?" You barked, marching over to Camie.

"I-I-" Words sputtered from Camie's mouth like a broken sprinkler. You reached out, ripping the gun from Camie's trembling hand.

"This isn't a game-!" You snapped, venom dripping off your words. "-you're dealing with live ammunition; you can kill someone with this!"

"But I-I-" Camie stuttered on, breaking under your intense glare.

"But no one got hurt." Vlad King stepped into the situation, trying to calm it down.

"But Camie could have hurt Five." GunHead pointed out, "She isn't wearing a vest right now, if she hadn't been able to control her wind quirk then she-"

"But Five didn't get hurt." Vlad King waved off, "Let's just take this as a lesson and move on-"

"Shut the hell up." You bite.

"Wh-What?" Vlad Kind was taken back as his students gasped at the disrespectful tone.

"Don't try putting yourself where you don't belong." Your eyes didn't soften as you turned to the U.A. instructor. "You-" You pointed to Camie, "-get out of my class."

"What!?" Camie's high-pitched voice stung your ear, she spun around to search for a certain red eyed hero.

"Don't you think you're being a little over the top here-?" Vlad King commented, "-just give the girl a second chance-"

"Didn't I just tell you to shut the fuck up?" You tilted your head.

"Listen here kid-" Vlad jabbed his finger at you, Aizawa kicked himself off the wall seeing a fight gearing up.

"-listen here boy-" You cut him off, "-I don't wanna fucking be here, doing any of this, but I'm doing it as a favor to your fucking boss-"

"You are still a student here-"

"No-" You shake your head. "-no, I'm fucking not. Right now, I am here as a professional hero giving your students lessons. You need to learn when to speak to me when I am a student and when I am here as a fucking hero."

"What lesson is being taught by kicking this student out-?"

"You think there are second chances when you are out in the field?" You darkly laugh, "I am here to get them ready to be out there-" You pointed, "-that's the difference between you and me."

"What does that-?"

"You sit in a classroom grading papers while I come from actual combat. If they were out in the field and she shot at a civilian, her career would be done, and a family would have to bury their daughter." Vlad Kind had a foot on you, but his statue didn't faze you. "All because you want to fight me on a kid who isn't even yours. Now back the fuck up and get back in your place, when there is an issue with one of your own students then you talk to me, until then, fuck off."

"Damn..." Kirishima breathed covering his mouth.

"She's so hot." Mineta wheezed, pulling at the collar of his shirt letting out steam. You turned from Vlad King.

"Why am I still looking at you?" You questioned Camie who jumped under your hardened eyes.

"But..." Camie turned to the lazed teacher who had walked over as Vlad King retreated to his sideline with his tail tucked between his legs.

"You got a problem with this Aizawa?" You called turning to the dry-eyed hero.

"You gave clear instructions." Aizawa replied with a shake of his head, "I stand by your judgement...Five."

You turned, walking down the row.

"I don't know why I don't hear any shooting-!" You call, "-I didn't tell anyone to stop!"

Class B quickly spun around, fiddling with their weapons as Class A begins to get comfortable with a firearm in their hands.

Your eyes paint over each student taking in each of their stance, posture, position of their hands and how comfortable they appear as they fire. You step beside Kirishima who visibly stiffens feeling you so close, you lightly kick his foot.

"Spread your feet." You comment, he quickly corrects his footing. "Relax your shoulders." You continue, Kirishima licks his lips stealing a glance before turning back to the target.

"R-Right." He nods, feeling his sweaty palms. A moment passes, you look over at him then back to the target.

"It's not gonna bite." You gesture, "Take a shot."

"O-Oh yeah." Kirishima nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. Slowly he pulls the trigger, he can feel the kick back radiating up his arm into his shoulder, but he holds the gun steady. The two of you watch as he nails the side of the target. "Hey I did it!"

"Try hitting the middle of the target." You rain on his parade, "But...it's better." You tack on the compliment before rotating on your heel, Kirishima blushed as he watched you walk down the line of Class A students.

A round of rapid fire catches your attention over on Class B's side.

"This thing is broken!" Awase curses, glaring down at the SIG Sauer pistol. You walked to his side, looking at the gun then to him.

"You sure it isn't the user?" You smirked at his annoyed expression.

"No, it's not the user!" Awase bites, "It's broken, that's why I can't get a shot!" You look over, seeing his target crisply untouched.

"Hm." You hummed, "You mind?" You ask holding out your left hand. Awase looks at it then you skeptically, before placing his gun in your hand and moving to the side while you take his place on the 'X' made with tape. The grip of his gun was warm to the touch, he was trying his hardest but just not getting it.

You raised your only free hand, locked onto the target and pulled the trigger effortlessly three times.

"Whoa." Awase breathes, seeing three collective holes in the middle of the target.

"Seems fine to me." You turn to him, holding out the pistol for him to take.

"Yeah well..."

"It's ok to have-" You look him up and down, "-inadequate aim." Awase blushes a poppy red, you could almost see the steam radiating from his ears.

"I-I-" Awase fumbles over his words as you let out a quick laugh.

"You're doing fine." You wave him off.

"I am?" Awase blinks confused then furrows his brows, "How?"

"Your grouping is there." You point around the target, Awase then notices all the bullet holes surrounding his target. "You just need to bring it in a little."

"How do I do that?" Awase frowns,

"Here." You step closer to him, adjusting his arms to the grip of the gun. Awase blushes catching a swift of your scent. "Now aim-"

"Why is she spending all her time over there?" Toru mutters turning around from watching you teach Awase.

"Right?" Kaminari whispers in agreement, "I have no idea what I am doing and she's just over there!"

"She has to teach everyone guys." Momo comments standing beside Jiro, one eye closed as she tries to aim. "There are a lot of us here and she is only one person."

"Yeah but-" Toru sighs, peeking over her shoulder hearing Awase cheer having hit the target on his own. Toru pulls her brows together pouting watching Awase high five you. "-we are her people; we should be first."

"You have to remember (y/n) isn't here as our friend or classmate-" Momo sighs, dropping her arms having missed the target again. "-she is here as a pro-hero giving both classes this lesson."

"Yeah-Yeah." Toru grumps brushing Momo off.

"I think I am getting the hang of this." Midoriya grins, looking over to Todoroki on his right.

"It doesn't seem all too hard." Todoroki agrees with a tight nod.

"Not too hard-!?" Ochaco gasps, face turning blue, standing on Midoriya free side. "-how!?" Ochaco whines, having only hit the target once.

"Who do think can do it faster?" A cocky voice turns Midoriya's head.

"What's going on over there?" The greenette questions, Todoroki turns around as well. You were walking back over from the corner of the room, missing a sling on your arm while holding a basic .7mm pistol.

"What is-?" Todoroki frowns as Bondo and Shoda are dragging two unused targets towards the back of the gym.

"Alright!" Pony bounces as all of Class B follows you.

"I wanna go!" Toru hops over, tightly holding her weapon as she follows the group.

"What the hell-?" Bakugo furrows his brows watching you step in front of one of the targets as Kamakiri takes the second.

"What is going on?" Mina half demands to know but she is ignored by Rin who is hypnotized by the scene before him.

"On three-!" Pony raises her hands. Bakugo looks from her then to you, both hands on the gun, barrel pointing to the ground as Kamakiri matches your posture. "-one, two, three-!" Pony throws her hands up in the air, instantly the two of you raised your weapons, pointing to the target and began shooting.

"Wha-!?" Toru was blown away as the rapid fire radiated through her.

Mina held a deep frown as both you and Kamakiri began to create a design on the targets, you finish your smile seconds before Kamakiri.

"He was so close!" Yanagi cheers with her class.

"Well done." You nod, as Kamakiri laughs, high fiving you, he catches your hand.

"Five-!" He announces, "-as a hero I respect the hell outta you-" He declares, "-and as a U.A. student, you are my rival!"

"Challenge accepted." You nod your head.

"Who-oo!" Class B claps and cheers leaving Class A feeling left out.

"Is this how they always feel when we win all the time?" Kaminari mutters to Sero.

"God, I hope not-" Sero shoves his hands in his pockets, feeling left out. "-this is terrible."

"Alright let's get back to work." You redirect the crowd. "Kamakiri, nice shooting."

"Can I... can I keep shooting until everyone is done?" Kamakiri rubs his hands, "It's kinda fun."

"Yeah." You nod.

"Yes!" He cheers following his class back to their targets, you chuckle shaking your head as you turn you notice Class A staring dumbfoundedly at you.

Mina's face displayed her dejected feelings. She noticed with the position of your eyes, how bright of a smile must have been on your face when you just were shooting. Why can't she make you smile like that anymore?

"Let's go." You wave at them, pointing towards the targets. Slowly, the deflated class returns to their individual spot and begins picking up the lesson.

You tap Honenuki, Fukidashi and Kuroiro on the shoulder before walking over to Class A. Kuroiro's heart flutters, feeling your touch a warmth soaks through him, he quickly twirls around eyes locked on your back as you walk down Class A's line of students.

"Come on Kuroiro-" Honenuki calls, "-let's go grab a snack before the next exercise starts."

"O-Ok..." Kuroiro glances over his shoulder, touching his chest as he follows his classmates out of the gym. What was that feeling just now?

You reach over tapping Midoriya and Todoroki. The two shockingly watch you walk away without so much as looking back. Midoriya frowns, where was that playful side they just witness you show Class B? Why were you back to all business with them?

Mina breathes, finally you stand beside her.

Mina sucks in an unsteady breath as you instruct her on how to hold her gun better.

"I thought you were a vest?" Mina quickly intercepts your one-on-one lesson. You pinch your brows, confused for a second.

"This is a retired uniform." You explain, "The HPSC wouldn't repair it, so I had the vest removed."

"Oh." Mina nods, understanding. "Why aren't you wearing your other uniform then?"

"You want to wear a twenty something pound jacket on your injured shoulder?" You raised an eyebrow at all the questions, why wasn't Mina focused on her lesson?

"I guess not." Mina smiled, "Hey after this-"

"You're not holding the grip right." You pointed out, getting her back on track.

"The what-?" Mina blinked.

"The grip." You replied, pointing to the handle of the gun. "This is called the grip, were you not listening to GunHead when he went over this?"

"N-No I was!" Mina blushed, her heart hammering against her ribcage, voices inside her head screaming at her that she was blowing it! "He just went over a lot and-"

"Come on." You lightly kick her foot, "Feet apart, let's go." You gesture to the target.

"O-Oh-" Mina frowns, rapidly blinking her eyes forcing the tears to stay out of sight until she was alone. You joked around with Class B but when it came to Mina and her class you were nothing but strict and down to the point. Why couldn't they break through to you!?

"Keep working on that." You pointed out before walking away from Mina after ten minutes of lecturing her. Walking down the line you tapped Fumikage, Sato and Koda. Kirishima instantly blushes seeing you were walking towards him; he quickly straightened his back.

You inspected his grouping on the target, with an approved tap to his shoulder shivers rolled down his arms feeling your touch. Kirishima watched as you also tapped Bakugo, you didn't look over your shoulder at the two as you moved to help Ochaco.