Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia.

The alarm woke Ayame up early in the morning, pushing the 'off' button with one hand quickly to not disturb Suzume. The child stirred but did not wake and Ayame left the comfort of her bed to prepare for school. Quietly, she changed into her uniform in her bathroom, braiding the long strands of hair and looped them into a bun as before. It gave her the illusion of having short hair and as she stared at herself in the mirror, practicing a smile in the reflection, she was pleased with her appearance.

The kitchen was empty when she entered, setting her school bag aside to prepare for some quick breakfast. Ayame knew basic culinary skills, enough to not starve if she was ever left home alone—or if she needed to cook breakfast or dinner. Usually, Yume was the one taking care of the meal preparations but since she had graduated U.A. High School and working as a professional Hero, the time she spent at home was less.

In a way, Ayame did miss her sister. Yume had often helped her with schoolwork when possible and all the notes she saved from U.A. had been passed on to Ayame even if she was not in person to help. With Yume's busy schedule, Ayame had begun to pick up on the chores left by her sister. That usually included cooking breakfast or dinner, waking up Suzume and her mother—

"Yume?"

Ayame turned around, lilac eyes wide at being confused for her sibling before brushing that comment away. She turned off the stove and wiped her hands on the pink apron, heading over to her mother's side.

"No, it's me, okaa-san. Yume-nee came home late last night so she's sleeping in." Ayame helped the woman leaning against the wall, eyebrows furrowed in worry as she stared down at dull, grey eyes. "I was going to come get you after I finished breakfast."

Shiko huffed, shaking her head dismissively, waves of black hair following the movement. "I can manage my way around my own house. I'm not completely blind." Still, the woman allowed Ayame to help her to the kitchen counter, seeing blurs of color in front of her when Ayame moved around and felt a small sense of guilt for confusing her daughters. "How is school, Ayame? You haven't been causing trouble for Shouta-oji, have you?"

Ayame grinned. "Of course not! In fact, I think I'm his favorite student!"

"Oh?" Shiko arched a brow in amusement, "That's not what I heard last night~ You were late to class, weren't you?"

Ayame gasped, deeply offended that the two have been talking about her without her notice. "B-by like one minute! Ji-san is never early." For so long, Ayame could only remember Aizawa showing up to their family events an hour or so later.

"He's late because of his work, you know," Shiko pointed out and Ayame begrudgingly agree. It wasn't until a few years ago did Ayame truly believe her uncle to be having more important affairs than attending the children's birthday party. Because Aizawa preferred to stay in the shadows rather than dealing with the press, his accomplishments were often snubbed by society.

"Well, I should head out before sensei decides to tell on my kaa-san again," Ayame untied the apron behind her back, emphasizing on those words specifically in sarcasm as she set a plate of tamago in front of Shiko. "I'll wake up Suzume before I leave."

Shiko looked in the general direction of the grey and brunette blur, a small, sad smile on her lips as Ayame turned the corner. She felt the table for chopsticks, carefully poking around the egg omelette and brought a piece to her lips. It was soft, slightly sweet, and delicious—exactly the way Shiko preferred it.

Ayame entered her own bedroom again right as Suzume slowly opened her eyes. Lilac met violet as the older sister smiled, hopping to the child's direction and ruffled her hair.

"I have to go to school now. Take care of okaa-san, okay?"

Suzume rubbed her eyes and sat up, nodding her head dutifully at the task. "Itterasshai, nee-chan."

Ayame grinned. "Ittekimasu!"

She left after bidding goodbye to her mother again, heading over to the train station nearby. Her father had left for work already but he returns home soon enough for dinner. Although their family technically did not need the money, Sasaki Hiroshi enjoyed using his Quirk to bring other's happiness. His ability of a painter combined with his Quirk to bring the paintings come to life was a mystical magic—one that people often pay good money to see for entertainment. From what Ayame knew, it was how their mother fell in love with father. Shiko was in love with Hiroshi's painting.

A sad smile appeared on her lips at that thought. Shiko was not blind in the beginning. Her mother was a powerful hero—one that made a name for herself well before she settled down with a family. Even when Shiko had Yume—she was still working hard to protect the peace within the city and when Ayame came along, Shiko only took one year off to look after her.

But tragedy struck when her mother was two months pregnant with Suzume. Ayame remembered that day clearly. There had been a mass hostage situation at the national bank and villains with unique Quirks were threatening the civilians' life. A battle broke out between the villains and heroes and as it neared the end, reinforcement from the villain's side arrived by the dozens.

At that time, the Pro Hero 'Nightmare' appeared with the Quirk to cease the fighting and villains. In one second, Shiko had forced thirty villains to sleep simultaneously—pushing herself to the limit and caused permanent damage to her eyes. Deemed unable to fight any longer, the government forced 'Nightmare' to retire, provided they compensate her monthly for the years of services she had done.

Ayame remembered the grief her mother had gone through. No amounts of doctors or those with healing Quirks were able to reverse the damage. Her mother had claimed she can still see but whenever she tried to use her Quirk, she would stumble back in pain from the strain. Yume and Ayame felt hopeless and Hiroshi took an indefinite leave from work to take care of his family.

It had been a tough time. Ayame remembered how depressed her mother was and felt hopeless in her ability as a six year old. Yume took on the role as the older sister dutifully and picked up dozen of chores by herself. Yume nearly quit her ballet lessons during that time but Hiroshi and Shiko insisted she did not. Shiko was still headstrong, determined to not let the disability affect her and put on a brave smile for her children. It wasn't until a few years ago did Shiko convinced Hiroshi to return back to work.

It's fine now, Ayame assured herself, stepping out of the train station and made her way towards U.A. High School, It's been years. Okaa-san has us to look after her now.

Even when Yume, Ayame, and Hiroshi was gone from the house, little Suzume was there for her mother. Due to her unique Quirk, the family opted to home school Suzume rather than sending her to public schools. When Suzume's Quirk manifested, she had caused fellow children to fall into their nightmares—causing a panic in kindergarten and the days after. Though Shiko was not well-suited to be a teacher, Suzume learned quickly to adapt to their family concern.

I have to do better, Ayame clutched onto her school bag tighter, I can't make Suzume worry about us, too.

And in order to improve herself, Ayame will become a hero. She will become strong like Yume, strong like her mother. Shiko never regretted using her Quirk ten years ago and Yume never once complained about the long hours or dangerous fights in the world of heroes. Ayame will grow stronger so she can also save others.

Class went by like usual in the morning. Ayame took notes dutifully, only understanding half of the things being explained and tried not to fall asleep during lessons. When lunch came around, she left with Hotaru to their usual spot, chatting animatedly about the recent episode of the anime last night when Ayame stumbled into someone.

"Oomph—"

"Watch it."

Crystal eyes glared down at her; taking a step back from Ayame as she looked up in apology.

"Oops, sorry."

Takarada walked away without another word and Ayame resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Their relationship was never the best—though she doubted Takarada's relationship with anyone was great. He only associated with his fellow class representative and never initiated a casual conversation with any classmates. It was like he was looking down upon the students—something Ayame did not value even if he did come from a prestigious family.

"Are you okay, Ayame-chan?" Hotaru spoke up quietly besides her.

"Yeah," she waved it off, "C'mon, I'm hungry!"

They sat down in one of the middle tables, exchanging food they brought from home with a smile and continued with the previous conversation. So engrossed in her conversation, Ayame did not realize others had approached her until Hotaru shrunk into her seat.

"G-good afternoon, s-senpai!"

Ayame blinked, turning to the side to see three students from Class 1-A in front of her. She recognized them as the ones in the lunch commotion yesterday, smiling widely at the two boys and girl.

"Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, and Iida Tenya, right?"

The three nodded their head happily and Ayame mentally pat herself in the back for remembering their names. The flashcards she borrowed from Aizawa had proven useful—and it also helped that she encountered them yesterday. Midoriya was the one that greeted her but he looked absolutely red while doing so. Iida set down his plate of food and bowed at the waist immediately, startling Ayame at his charge.

"Sasaki-senpai, thank you for your recommendation! I am the official class representative of 1-A! I would not tarnish the trust you have on me!"

Uraraka attempted to stifle her giggles, looking away from Iida's bowed figure. Ayame laughed lightly, waving her hand in reassurance.

"No need to be so formal, Iida-kun. Call me Ayame!" She smiled, "And I'm sure the rest of the class trusted you too for you to gain the job."

Iida straightened up right as Uraraka bounced forward, smiling widely at her. "You can call me Ochako! I'm glad to see you again—thanks for the help yesterday!"

"No problem, Ochako-chan~" Ayame gestured to the empty chairs around her, "Do you guys want to have a seat?"

"Yes! Thank you!" Ochako chirped, ushering the quiet Midoriya to the seat next to her. "C'mon, Deku-kun, don't be shy!"

The boy immediately heated up at that comment, muttering to himself with words Ayame only caught as 'sitting next to an upperclassman on the first week of school already—Uraraka-san sure is friendly. H-how should I approach senpai—'

Ayame laughed, patting Midoriya on the shoulder lightly. "'Deku-kun', eh? What a cute nickname! Don't worry; this senpai will take care of you!" She raised one fist reassuringly, smiling to the three before gesturing to her quiet friend. "And this is Hotaru-chan! She is your senpai, too."

Hotaru let out a small 'eep' once the attention was drawn to her, waving shyly at the three as Iida took a seat next to her. The five of them chatted amongst themselves, Midoriya and Hotaru growing comfortable by the minute but the other three held majority of the conversation. Ayame thought the new addition to the group was nice.

Ayame bumped into Ume on her way back to class. She had informed her teacher she will be missing a period because of Aizawa's rescue training with Class 1-A. Already, Ayame was going to miss class because of being an assistant and she was dreading the lessons she will have to catch up on later.

"Show those kids what Class 2-A is like, Sasaki. Rescue training is what we excel it."

Ayame smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, ma'am!"

She went to retrieve her hero uniform. Although Aizawa had said it to be optional, Ayame took whatever opportunity she can to use it. Because she was not an official hero yet, they cannot willingly wear the outfit in public. There were a lot of responsibilities a hero must shoulder; the outfit was a symbol of their duty. Ayame already cannot wait to wear it daily.

The class was waiting by the bus when Ayame arrived. She can still recognize most of the students even when they were in costume and smiled in greeting.

"Senpai!" The blonde playboy waved at her, "You're coming with us too?"

The ones surrounding Kaminari turned to Ayame and she nodded her head, smiling at the rest. "Yup! Can't leave you guys unsupervised!"

"I don't think it's us you need to keep an eye on," Kirishima snickered.

"I'd watch out for the one over there," Kaminari jabbed a thumb in Bakago's direction. The boy in question glared at them at the sound of his name, storming off into the bus.

"Friendly," Ayame noted sarcastically but shrugged it off. Takarada was often just as cold and unsociable so Bakugo's demeanor did not damper Ayame's mood.

"Uwah! What a cute costume!"

Ayame turned to smile at Ashido, curtseying playfully with her red skirt. The starry cape fell over her bare shoulders as she folded her hands behind her back, grinning in appreciation.

"Thanks, Ashido-chan! Yours too!"

Kirishima shook his head. "Girls and their 'cutesy' outfits. What about practicality?"

Ayame huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "This is practical—to me! It's easy to maneuver in and slip on."

"If it's easy to slip on then it must be easy to slip off—"

A tongue came out of nowhere, slapping Mineta on the cheek as Ayame looked at him in horror. She knew boys were perverted but—never so blatantly to her face. She sent a grateful look towards Asui, reclining her tongue into her mouth as she went over to them.

"Please ignore Mineta-chan. He has no filter. Not all of Class 1-A are so vulgar."

"I-I'm sure he's just the exception…"

A whistle blew through the courtyard as they turned to Iida's direction, exclaiming orders for the students to form two rows to enter the bus efficiently. Ayame caught the eyes of Midoriya and Uraraka off to the side, waving at them in greeting. A little behind them was Todoroki, sitting alone without a care until he was instructed to get on. Their eyes met and Ayame smiled at him before entering the bus.

She sat near the front with Aizawa, turning to her uncle proudly. "I'm not late this time!" Just to prove a point so he does not have to tell on her mother.

"It's only the second day," Aizawa said but Ayame waved it off, relishing in her little victory for the moment.

"Shoot. I didn't think it's this type of bus," Iida sulked behind her and she turned around to study the students sitting on either side of the bus. Sato, Midoriya, Asui, and Kirishima were on one side and Iida, Ashido, Aoyama, and Kaminari were on the other.

"There's no point, eh?" Ashido giggled, alien gold eyes turning towards Ayame in excitement. "Senpai! Will you be participating today, too?"

"Nope," Ayame grinned, "I already passed my rescue training courses. It wouldn't be fair if you all copied off of me and can't resolve the situations yourself!"

"This type of hero work will be a piece of cake!" Kirishima boosted, "I can carry all the injured by myself if I need to!"

"Ehhhh," Ayame hummed in amusement, "It's not all about strength, Kirishima-kun."

The redhead looked stumped at that statement, glancing down at his hands and the hardening ability in contemplation. Midoriya peeked at Ayame shyly, dark green eyes meeting lilac before he hurriedly turned away with a blush.

"U-um, S-sasaki-s-senpai! I-I hope it's not intrusive b-but—what is your Quirk?"

She blinked, staring at the shy boy who could not hold her gaze for longer than two seconds. Ayame hummed again and looked up; realizing nearly half of the students had quieted down to stare at her in curiosity. She nearly grinned again at their interest; they were such cute kouhais.

"That's a secret," she winked. "And call me 'Ayame-senpai'~"

She ignored a few of them groaning and pouting, turning to the wide eyed girl staring at her unblinking.

"Please call me 'Tsuyu-chan'," Tsuyu returned the gesture. "I say whatever comes to mind. So Midoriya-chan…your Quirk is like All Might's."

Ayame blinked at that, leaning further back to observe them. She hasn't got the chance to see their Quirks in action, the flashcards mentioned nothing about it, and Tsuyu's comparison sparked her curiosity in Midoriya.

"Huh?! Y-y-you think so?" Midoriya sweated, laughing nervously as he continued to ramble, "B-but…I-I, um…"

"Wait a sec, Tsuyu-chan, All Might doesn't get hurt when he uses his. They just kind of look the same." Kirishima looked up then, reasoning with the smaller girl with a smile. Ayame nearly cried out in jealousy at how they may have possibly met All Might already where as she was still waiting for Aizawa to return her notebook with a signature. "But it's nice to have a simple augmenting-type Quirk. You can do lots of flashy stuff! My Hardening's strong against others, but unfortunately, it doesn't look like much."

"I think it's really cool!" Midoriya eyes sparkled at the sight of Kirishima's arm, "It's a Quirk that can definitely pass as a pro's!"

"A pro's, huh? But you have to think about popularity as a hero, too, you know," Kirishima said.

Ayame thought back to Yume at that comment, wondering if it can apply to her as well. Yume had inherited their mother's Quirk, able to put opponents to sleep through eye contact in a millisecond. Though she was unable to put multiple people to sleep at once like Shiko had once done, Yume was still a strong Hero by training her body. Even without a 'flashy' Quirk, Yume was famous around Tokyo.

"My Navel Laser is pro-level in both flashiness and strength," Aoyama boosted.

"But it's not great that it gives you a stomachache," Ashido laughed.

Ayame giggled again, watching their interaction fondly. The class must have tested their abilities with each other already, knowing the strengths and weakness of their fellow classmates. She remembered going through the same ordeal last year with her own class—except that time, Aizawa had expelled a few of them before the first day even ended.

She glanced at her uncle, seemingly asleep to the side, and wondered why he did not expel anyone this year. Was Class 1-A really that amazing this year?

"Well, if you're talking about flashy and strong, it's gotta be Todoroki and Bakugo, though, huh?" Kirishima pointed out and they looked at the two in question.

Todoroki remained asleep though Bakugo looked up, crimson eyes glaring at his classmates once before ignoring them to stare back at the window.

"Bakugo-chan's always mad, so he doesn't seem like he'll be popular, though." Tsuyu said and suddenly, Bakugo shot out of his seat.

"What the hell! You wanna fight?!"

Ayame whistled. "That's not a nice face, Bakugo-kun. That's why people assume you're hostile."

"Shut it, shit-pai!"

"See," Tsuyu pointed towards the angry boy as Ayame reeled back at the none-too-friendly nickname she was given.

"B-bakugo-san, that's not appropriate to call our senpai!" Yaoyorozu spoke up.

"We haven't known each other that long, so it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap stepped in sewage," Kaminari insulted smugly.

"What's with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill you!"

Ayame recovered from her shock, realizing that Bakugo was rude to everyone. It was worse than Takarada—at least he wouldn't threaten other's livelihood. Yet the students look almost…used to Bakugo's behavior already—except for Midoriya who was clutching his head in distress, muttering to himself once more.

"K-kacchan's being teased…I can't believe what I'm seeing…! That's U.A. for you!"

Slowly, a smirk emerged on Ayame's lips at the little nickname. If Bakugo wouldn't bother calling her respectively, why should she?

"Calm down, Kacchan, you're causing a disturbance to the bus," Ayame looked at him defiantly, tilting her head upwards so he can clearly see the smug smile on her lips. Bakugo looked like he was nearly about to burst, red eyes glaring at the shuddering boy.

"Fucking Deku and his shitty mumbling—"

"Oi, we're here," Aizawa cut him off at that time, standing up from his seat to peer down at his students, "Stop messing around."

"Yes, sir!"

The Space Hero 'Thirteen' was waiting for them by the time they arrived. Ayame had already been introduced to Thirteen before so she was not as awestruck as Midoriya or Uraraka but she could not keep the smile off her face at their excitement.

Aizawa and Ayame trailed behind the group as Thirteen explained the terrain within the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. It was the same as Ayame remembered, glancing around the vast dome, then to the students. They looked just as excited to partake in the rescue simulation and Ayame grinned again.

Aizawa walked forward lazily, looking at Thirteen in contemplation and then to the surrounding. "Thirteen, where's All Might? He was supposed to meet us here."

Her ears perked up at that information, taking a step forward with sparkles in her eyes. "All Might is going to be here?!"

"He taught our class yesterday too. Did you not meet him yet, Sa—Ayame-senpai?" Iida corrected himself immediately and she turned to him with a shake of her head.

"No—he's going to be teaching the first years only," Ayame groaned, shaking her head at the turn of events. "If I had known, I would have brought my notebook! I wanted an autograph!"

"Don't mind! There will be more opportunities!" Ochako reassured, tapping the older girl's shoulder in assurance and Ayame returned the smile.

"He'll meet up with us later. For now, let's begin." Aizawa instructed, motioning Ayame to move out of the way as Thirteen began his explanation.

The Space Hero lost his train of thoughts momentarily as the class waited in anticipation and Ayame took that time to survey the students. They would have to be a dependable and strong bunch if Aizawa did not expel any on the first day. Kirishima had mentioned Bakugo and Todoroki's flashy Quirks—the ones she was the most interested to see in action. However…having flashy Quirks doesn't always amount to resourcefulness during sensitive matters like a rescue mission but… Ayame smiled to herself. If an opportunity arises for her battle against them, she'll take on the challenge with no hesitation.

Thirteen began his speech about the dangers of Quirks. Ayame had heard the same one last year with slight rewording but the message was the same. Their amazing power also comes with great responsibility and should not be used for harm. The students at U.A. were here specifically to become a hero—a protector of justice.

"I hope you leave here with the understanding that you have powers in order to help others." Thirteen took a bow, "That is all. Thank you for listening."

The students erupted in applause and cheers, causing a giggle to leave Ayame's lips at their excitement for it reminded herself of last year as well. She also had been one of the many students cheering for Thirteen and strived to improve her Quirk for others.

"All right then, first—"

The lights around the dome flashed, electricity sparking and shattering the light bulbs simultaneously and startled everyone within. Ayame turned towards the center of the dome as the lights dimmed and the fountain sputtered, narrowing her eyes at a strange warp appearing.

"Sensei—" She pointed towards the fountain with wide eyes as a hand popped out of the dark mist—followed by a head?

"Gather together and don't move!" Aizawa shouted, moving in Ayame's direction and lightly shoving her backwards. "Thirteen, protect the students!"

She began to feel a sense of panic within. Her uncle was never the type to take charge like this before and as she continued to stare at the odd warp gate in the middle of the dome, she realized why. Dozens and dozens of villains began to pour out from the shadow; Ayame estimated them to be around fifty already but—there were even more climbing out and she lost count after sixty.

"Those are villains," Aizawa put on his yellow goggles, eyes focused on the figures down below. Ayame looked at Aizawa with wide eyes; dread building up within her stomach at the invasion. "The trespassing the other day was the work of these scumbags after all, huh?"

The trespassing—by the press? Was that all a font for the villains? Ayame had brushed the little details off yet as Aizawa said it out loud—the more plausible it seemed.

"Villains? There's no way they could get into a hero school!" Kirishima voiced the opinion within her mind, all staring at the villains slowly making their way towards them.

"Sensei, what about the trespasser sensors?" Yaoyorozu questioned.

"We have them but…"

"Did they only appear here, or around the whole school?" Todoroki observed, "Either way, if the sensors are not responding, that means they have someone with a Quirk that can do that. An isolated area separated from the main campus during a time when a class is supposed to be here. They might be fools, but they're not dumb. This surprise attack was carefully planned with some sort of goal in mind."

Ayame didn't have time to admire Todoroki's deduction skills as she turned to Aizawa, noticing the bandage scarf around his neck to be active.

"Thirteen, start the evacuation. Try calling the school. These villains even had something to counteract the sensors. It's possible someone with radio-wave-type powers is interfering. Kaminari, you try contacting the school with your Quirk, too," Aizawa instructed.

"Wait, Aizawa-sensei," Ayame took a step forward, "You're not possibly thinking about fighting them by yourself, are you? I know you're strong but—you're outnumbered and outmatched!"

"Thanks for the encouraging words," Aizawa deadpanned, "Learn from this, Ayame. You can't be a hero with just one trick."

"Let me help!" Her fist clenched together against her side, heart pounding and racing at the thought of her uncle going to face this alone. He can't—not against this many—Ayame can't watch another family member of hers suffer!

"Stay out of this," Aizawa turned to glare at her, "You have the duty as a senpai to watch over your underclassmen. Don't let your emotions control you." He eyed the black smoke beginning to surround her in a warning as he tried to ignore the fear in her violet eyes. Aizawa knew there were more meaning behind Ayame's concern but he cannot dwell on it now—not when their safety was his top priority. "I'm leaving it to you, Thirteen."

Ayame bit her lip, trying to take another step forward but stopped when Aizawa gave her a look through his goggles. He was trying to convey the words he cannot say out loud—there were too many he wanted to add but did not have the time to voice.

Stay safe. Be careful. Don't be reckless, Ayame.

She turned around right as he leaped forward, cursing loudly at this turn of event. This wasn't supposed to happen! Villains weren't supposed to invade here!

"A-ayame-senpai, trust in Aizawa-sensei! We need to go!" Midoriya shouted towards her.

"Dammit, I know!" Ayame ran with them towards the entrance, angry and frustrated at her inability to do anything. The students stopped running at the sight of the black warp gate and a misty figure appeared, startling all of them at the sight of the villain.

"I won't let you," the smoke manifested in a ghastly figure. "Nice to meet you. We are the League of Villains. It may be presumptuous of us, but we have invited ourselves in to the home of the heroes, U.A. High School, in order to have All Might, the Symbol of Peace, take his last breath."

Ayame took that time to inch in front of the group, standing in front of them protectively alongside of Thirteen. She paused at his introduction, mind already blaring at the goals he blatantly stated.

They're going to…kill All Might?

"I believe All Might should have been here. Has there been some kind of change? Well, that is neither here nor there. This is the part I am to play," Kurogiri spread his shadow form and Ayame stepped forward.

"You're not touching a hair on my kouhais!" If she cannot help Aizawa then she was going to fulfill his order, fueled by anger and frustration. "I'm not going to let Aizawa-sensei scold me for losing against a cowardly villain!"

Smoke surrounded Ayame again, this time faster and quicker with her ability to focus and conjure a creature to battle against the villain. A large paw appeared, then a long snout and within a second, a large nine-tailed kitsune took the shadow form, dashing forward towards Kurogiri as Ayame hopped onto the creature's back.

"A-a summoning Quirk?" Midoriya whispered in shock.

Not really, Ayame thought but said nothing right as she rode the fox at Kurogiri. He faded, taken aback by the strange creature that had landed where he once was, a mini crater underneath the ghostly paw.

Gold eyes turned to her again as she raised her hand, motioning for the kitsune to charge once more.

"Then I'll bring your death to him."

Black smog flashed forward in her direction, surrounding her body and creating disruptions. Ayame lost her concentration then and the kitsune disappeared into smoke. Wide, lilac eyes looked up in panic as she dropped to the ground, then towards the class of students staring helplessly at her as she started to fall into the warp hole.

"Ayame-senpai!"

She reached a hand out right as she saw Kirishima and Bakugo dash forward, the redhead with his arm stretched to grasp onto hers but it was too late. Ayame disappeared into the fog right as she saw ice form around the shadows.

A/N:

For those that are curious about Ayame's Quirk, she can conjure creatures from her mind in a ghost-like form. She usually creates mythical creatures, like the nekomata and kitsune based on anime she seen cause she's a weeb— (full profile is on my Tumblr: toomuchpineapples)

This USJ arc kills my heart I love angst. Reviews are much loved! It'll motivate me to write!