Izuku spent the weekend wondering who he should talk to about the support course. It seemed insulting to ask his homeroom teacher about transferring out of his class. The hero teachers, despite their interest, probably had better things to do. Talking to the support course teacher, Power Loader, directly seemed the best course of action. Hatsume said he was tough, but fair, and had already been talking to other teachers about Izuku anyway. Izuku walked into class on Monday full of determination, ready to spend his free period tracking down Power Loader and asking what he would need to do to transfer, but no sooner had he reached his homeroom teacher's desk than a hall pass was being held out to him.
"Midoriya, you're to go see Principal Nezu before class," the teacher informed him, a knowing gleam in his eye. "I doubt you'll be back before class starts, so take your things with you."
Izuku took the pass with trembling fingers, then bowed his thanks with a little more formality than he normally would have. This probably wasn't the last time he'd see this teacher, he doubted the transfer would be immediate, but there seemed to be a certain degree of finality to the situation. His teacher nodded to him, smiling benevolently. Izuku only glanced at Shinsou for a moment, receiving a sly, proud smile, and headed off for the principal's office.
The door to Principal Nezu's office looked just like every other door in the school, which was to say rather larger than it needed to be. Izuku supposed there must be some students with quirks that made it difficult for them to fit, but it certainly gave the door a slightly ominous look. He swallowed, then raised his hand to knock, but before he could touch it the door swung open.
"Midoriya!" called Principal Nezu, beckoning him inside with one small paw, the other holding a cup of tea.
"Principal Nezu," Izuku said politely as he came in and closed the door behind himself. He noticed that the seat opposite the hero was vacant, and there was a cup of tea already sitting out.
"Please have a seat," Nezu gestured to the vacant chair. "Let's have a cup of tea, shall we?"
Izuku took the offered seat, dropping his bag on the floor beside it, and obediently picked up the cup of tea. It was steaming, but not too hot to touch, and when he took a sip he found that it seemed to be at the perfect temperature for drinking.
"I'm sure you're wondering why you're here," Nezu said, smiling at Izuku over the rim of his cup.
Izuku decided to go for broke. "I assumed it was to discuss the possibility of my transferring to the support course," he said, hoping against hope that he didn't sound presumptuous.
"You assume correctly," Nezu told him, then took a slow sip of his tea and sighed. "I've heard a
lot about you, Izuku Midoriya. You've gained quite the reputation over the last week, and many pro heroes have recommended you to my attention. In fact, I've been hearing about you almost nonstop from several people I respect."
Izuku felt his face grow warm, and not just from the tea. He fought the urge to apologize. "I seem to have gotten kinda popular," he said instead, then took a sip of his tea to avoid having to say anything else.
"I've also had the pleasure of examining some of your work," Nezu continued. "It's very impressive. You have a highly analytical mind, and you seem to have honed your skills from early childhood. I would be fascinated to test your IQ, but perhaps another time."
"Perhaps," Izuku agreed, idly wondering exactly how one tested one's IQ.
"There is one thing I find somewhat curious though," Nezu told him. He did not immediately elaborate, opting to take another sip of tea and keep his piercing gaze fixed on Izuku.
Izuku cleared his throat. "Oh?" he asked. "Was there something about my analysis that was, uh, illogical?"
"No, there isn't," Nezu said, "and that in itself is what I find curious. You've put a lot of work into cultivating this skill, and it shows. You studied quirks and fighting styles, studied heroes, from a very young age."
"Yes sir," Izuku agreed, more than a little puzzled.
"Despite this," Nezu went on, "you didn't even apply for the support course during the entrance exams. Indeed it seems that UA's willingness to accept an analyst such as yourself into the support course is news to you."
"I didn't really know much about the support course," Izuku admitted. "I thought it was just for people who built support items. But, if there's something that I can do there, I'd like to do that kind of work."
"So you spent years cultivating a skill for a position you didn't know existed," Nezu concluded. He stared at Izuku, his head cocked to one side. "I'm sure you can see why this situation is perplexing to me."
Izuku swallowed, then took another sip of his tea to avoid answering right away. It seemed childish to explain that he had planned on being a hero, but had given up that dream a few scant months before the UA entrance exams. Nearly as childish as the dream of being a hero itself. Still, he wasn't about to lie.
"When I was younger I . . . I had intended to try and become a hero," Izuku admitted slowly. "I started analyzing heroes as a means of learning how it was done. I thought, if I knew enough about how heroes operated, if I knew enough about fighting styles to construct my own that would work for me, I could become a hero, even without a quirk."
"You seem to have changed your mind," Nezu noted. There was no judgement in his voice, only curiosity, and it made Izuku relax enough to say more.
"I . . . got some advice," he said, leaving out the bit about the advice coming from All Might. "I was told to be more realistic. My friend Kacchan in particular was . . . adamant that I give up on being a hero. Eventually I decided it was a childish dream for someone like me. Heroism isn't something you can learn by watching other people do it.
"I see," said Nezu shortly.
Izuku looked up at him, unsure of when he had lowered his eyes to his lap. The principal's expression hadn't changed, but his tone and his demeanor somehow seemed different. Izuku got the decided impression he wasn't at all pleased with that answer.
"Well," Nezu went on before Izuku could figure out what he'd done wrong, "I suppose there's the matter of your transfer. The support course, like the hero course, is very competitive. You will have to prove yourself before you can join."
Trying to force down the way his heart clenched with fear, Izuku nodded decisively. "I'm ready for whatever test you deem necessary."
"Good," said Nezu brightly. "Class 1A will be taking their first lesson in rescue heroics today. They will be traveling to a distant corner of the campus, to a facility we call the USJ. You will go with them, and while they practice using their quirks in a rescue scenario you will provide real time feedback and suggestions for improvement. If your analyses prove to be of material benefit to the class, you will be transferred to the support course as an analyst."
Izuku gulped. Whatever he expected, it hadn't been that. Do real time analysis? Provide feedback for the hero class? A class that contained Kacchan? That was a lot of pressure! Still, as he looked at Nezu he could sense a challenge in his words, and he recalled that working with the hero class was something he'd wanted to do. If he was going to work with Shinsou, he'd have to work with the rest of the class too, doing work just like this. He couldn't back down now.
"Yes sir," he said, setting down his teacup and inclining his head. "Thank you for this opportunity. I will do my best."
"Excellent!" Nezu beamed. "The trip will be this afternoon, so get to your morning classes and meet the hero students outside after lunch."
"Yes sir," Izuku repeated, then stood and picked up his bag.
"Midoriya," said Nezu, causing Izuku to turn back to him. "I hope that, whatever the outcome of this test, we can have tea again?"
"Of course sir," Izuku said, nodding in agreement. "Good," said Nezu, then sipped his tea. "Run along now."
Izuku left the office full of fresh determination. He was going to get the chance to transfer to the support course as an analyst. He knew what he had to do. Now all that was left was to do it.
"That's great news!" Hatsume crowed, nearly throwing her chopsticks and bowl of rice into the air in excitement.
Grains of rice rained down on the three of them where they were sat under their usual lunchtime tree, and Izuku couldn't help but feel Hatsume's unintentional rice throwing was a good omen. It seemed auspicious, even in the halting and uncertain terms Izuku had explained the situation in, and he was willing to take any piece of good luck he could get his hands on. Hatsume at the very least seemed ecstatic.
"Finally you'll be moving up in the world!" Hatsume insisted, crowding into Izuku's personal
space in her usual enthusiastic manner. "You'll be able to be in class with me all day, so we can run ideas by each other and work together to make the best babies on the market!"
Izuku laughed, trying not to let the idea of 'making babies together' send his mind into untoward places. "It should be fun," he agreed, letting Hatsume withdraw before leaning forward eagerly himself, though not nearly as close as his friend. "What's class structured like? It seems like you're pretty much left to your own devices. Don't you receive any instruction?"
"We do get tasks assigned at the beginning of the day," Hatsume told him with her mouth full, then swallowed, "but they're really more like prompts to get our creative juices flowing. We're welcome to work on our own projects even if they have nothing to do with the assignment, as long as we get permission from Sensei. He kind of wanders around making sure we're all on task, and helping any of us if we get stuck."
"Hm," Izuku tugged on his lower lip, thinking. "It'll probably be different for me, given that I'll be doing analysis work instead of building support items. I wonder what kind of work they'll have me doing during class? Nighteye said I wouldn't be the first analyst, and Nezu confirmed that this isn't an unheard of case in the support course, so they must have some system in place for people like me. Maybe I'll be watching videos? I can do good analysis work based on videos, I started off just by watching the news before I could go out and see fights up close-"
Hatsume's laughter interrupted his thoughts, and Izuku suddenly sat up straight, realizing he'd been mumbling again.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly, "I don't mean to be creepy."
"You're not creepy," Hatsume said between bites, and oddly enough she didn't really sound like she meant to reassure him. It was more like she was just stating a fact. "Sensei says that you can learn a lot from conversations with yourself, just remember to let someone else in there sometimes to make sure you're not talking in circles."
Izuku considered this for a moment. He'd really only ever thought of his mumbling as a bad habit, something he did that disrupted others. Could it actually be a good thing? Or even just part of the way he was, without being good or bad?
"Don't get lost in your head now Mido," Shinsou said, chiding but good natured. Izuku looked up at him, to see him smiling a subdued smile as he picked at his lunch.
"Shinchan?" Izuku asked, suddenly worried. "You don't seem all that happy. Is something wrong?"
"No," said Shinsou automatically, then took a large bite. Izuku and Hatsume continued to look at him while he chewed and swallowed, and when they didn't let up he sighed. "I'm just gonna miss you, that's all."
"You don't have to miss me!" Izuku said, mind racing as he tried to think of how to reassure his best friend. "We can still eat lunch and train together, and I'm sure I'll be working with the hero courses at least sometimes! And it's not a sure thing yet anyway, I still have to pass Principal Nezu's test!"
"Oh, you're getting into the support course," Shinsou said seriously, giving Izuku a vicious smile. "If you do your best there's no way they won't see how amazing you are."
"I'm not amazing," Izuku said on a reflex, but before Shinsou could say anything suddenly
Hatsume was pulling at his cheek.
"Are so green bean!" she said cheerfully. "So do your best and you're sure to get in!" "Alright, alright!" Izuku said, pulling out of Hatsume's grasp. "I'll do my best!"
"Good," said Shinsou, pointing his chopsticks seriously at Izuku, "because if you hold yourself back because of me, I'll have to feel bad when I get into the hero course, and I don't intend to do that."
Izuku grinned, and Shinsou grinned back. Hatsume was already smiling, looking back and forth between the two of them in giddy excitement. Izuku didn't remember ever smiling or being smiled at this much ever in his life. This day, he decided, was good, and tomorrow would be even better. He would make it better, with Shinsou and Hatsume right there beside him.
After lunch Izuku followed Nezu's instructions and went to the front of the school, where a handful of buses were already waiting. He was the first one there, and there were no teachers around, so he wasn't sure which bus he was supposed to get on. Was he even going to ride the buses with the hero students? Would that be allowed? How else was he supposed to get there, if this facility was in a distant corner of the campus?
"DEKU!" came a familiar raspy shout, and Izuku squeaked and whirled around to face the front steps. Kacchan was coming down them at a fair clip, both hands popping with small explosions and murder in his eyes as he looked at Izuku.
"Kacchan, I can explain!" Izuku said, but was immediately cut off.
"What are you doing here you worthless little runt?!" Kacchan demanded, leaping down the last few stairs for a running start at Izuku.
"I was-" Izuku began, eyes closed and hands held up defensively in front of himself.
He waited for the inevitable pain of both his hands getting burned, but after a few seconds, more than enough time for Kacchan to clear the distance between them, there was nothing. Izuku opened one eye, peering between his spread fingers to see Kacchan several feet back, straining against Eraserhead's capture weapon.
"Can you calm down for two seconds?" Eraser said waspishly, tugging Kacchan back as he continued trying to get at Izuku.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Kacchan demanded. His hands were still sparking, but it seemed to do nothing against the fabric holding him.
"Midoriya is an analyst who's trying to transfer into the support course," said Eraser, voice somewhere between bored and annoyed. "He's going to sit in on your lesson and give you feedback, so I expect you all to be courteous to him."
"Cool!" came another voice from further up the stairs, and Izuku tore his eyes away from Kacchan to see the rest of the hero class making their way more sedately down to the area where the buses were parked. They were all wearing their hero costumes, and they were all looking at Izuku.
The student who had spoken, an odd looking boy with spiky red hair and no shirt, began to run as soon as Izuku looked up, waving one hand excitedly.
"Watch this!" he called, and once he was halfway down the staircase he suddenly jumped, covering the rest of the stairs in a single bound and coming down hard.
Izuku gave a little cry of alarm and ran towards him, hoping he hadn't hurt himself too badly. He expected to have to help him up, but before he had even covered half the distance between them the boy was already getting to his feet, seeming completely uninjured. Izuku stopped, watching as the small dust cloud around his knees dissipated, to show that both his legs had become strangely angular, as though made from rough stone.
"I'm Eijirou Kirishima!" said the boy excitedly, flexing one arm with the opposite hand on his bicep. "My quirk's called Hardening, I can make my body completely unbreakable to survive any impact and crush my opponents on the battlefield!"
As Izuku watched the displayed arm also began to harden, taking on that angular quality like Kirishima's legs. Izuku had opted to take his bag with him, unsure of what he needed or what he'd be provided with, so before he knew what he was doing he was going through the practiced motions of getting out his notebook and a pen.
"A pretty useful quirk," Izuku began, already scribbling down his thoughts as he looked from the page to Kirishima's arm and back again. "Does it defend against extreme heat or cold? Probably heat, since that's just another kind of energy impact, but cold might be able to hurt you. You also might be able to cut it with a hard enough stone, like a diamond, so you should do some experiments as to how it holds up against various metals and minerals. How much control do you have over the shape the hardened flesh takes?"
Izuku paused to look at Kirishima, to see him baring a mouthful of sharp teeth. A little shock of fear shot through Izuku at the sight of them, and he stepped back nervously, but Kirishima merely began to laugh.
"That's so cool Midoriya!" he said boisterously. "I'd never even thought about seeing how it holds up to a diamond, but that's a good point! They can break plexiglass right? I should probably know if I'm weak to that!"
"Yeah!" Izuku said, fear diminished with Kirishima's good spirits. "Lab created diamonds are flawless and real cheap, so if you got famous enough and someone really wanted to take you down they could easily make a weapon out of them. You should have a contingency plan for that."
"If you're finished," said Eraser, drawing the attention of both Izuku and Kirishima, "we should load the buses now. We don't have all day."
Izuku squeaked and nodded hurriedly. Before he could ask which bus to get on though, Kirishima was throwing an arm around his shoulders.
"C'mon Midoriya," he said, dragging Izuku toward the nearest bus, "sit by me!"
Izuku lost track of Kacchan and what he was doing as they boarded the buses, so it was only once they were in motion that Izuku realized they'd somehow managed to get on the same bus. He wasn't sure if Kacchan had meant it that way, but he was certainly glaring at Izuku heatedly from his seat near the back. Izuku, however, had immediately been swarmed by the other students, and was letting himself be too consumed by writing to worry about Kacchan.
"My quirk is called Navel Laser," simpered a blonde wearing what looked like medieval armor. "It's got the perfect combination of panache and strength!"
"But it's way lame if it gives you a stomach ache sweetie," said a girl with pink skin and dark eyes, a pair of horns peeking from amidst her wild pink hair.
Izuku opened his mouth to make a suggestion, but before he could speak a hand was waving in front of his face. He turned, to see another blonde boy with spiky hair like Kacchan's, this one wearing a black jacket and a radio on the side of his head.
"I'm Denki Kaminari," said the boy, leaning back against the seat and trying to look nonchalant now that he had Izuku's attention. "My quirk's Electrification, I can electrocute anyone who gets close to me and discharge electricity up to 1,300,000 volts."
"What happens after 1,300,000 volts?" Izuku asked, already wondering about the limits of such an ability.
"His brain short circuits and he turns into a gibbering idiot for an hour," said a girl with what looked like headphone jacks dangling from the lobes of her ears.
Izuku looked down at his notes and began scribbling again, trying to get down all the information he was being bombarded with. He already had lots of ideas, his mind spinning in five directions at once, but he did his best to limit himself to actionable suggestions for the moment. He tried to write down as many as he could, knowing he'd need to bring them up during the exercise while he was being observed. He couldn't afford to waste all his suggestions now, when no one was watching.
"Hey Bakugou," said the girl next to Izuku, who he vaguely remembered asking him to call her Tsu. "Don't you wanna tell Midoriya about your quirk? Usually you love to show off."
Kacchan took his eyes off Izuku to glare at Tsu for a moment. "I don't need some stupid Deku to tell me my quirk is the best! I know I'm better than all you extras!"
Tsu, who did not look the least bit intimidated by Kacchan's yelling, opened her mouth to respond. Feeling it prudent to not let her say whatever she was about to say, Izuku leaned into her field of vision, blocking Kacchan from her view.
"Actually, Kacchan and I have known each other since we were little," Izuku explained, hoping this would be enough to satisfy her. "I already know all about his quirk."
"Well that explains why you're so skilled Bakugou!" giggled the pink girl. "If you've had a professional analyst in your corner from day one, I'll bet that was a huge advantage!"
"What the hell did you just say?!" Kacchan shouted, standing up from his seat to lean toward her menacingly. "I don't need Deku's help with anything, or anyone's help for that matter! He's just a little bug I can squish whenever I want!"
With this he turned to Izuku, eyes full of fire and hands already starting to smoke. Izuku knew what was coming, and instinctively he curled in on himself, shielding his notebook with his body. That notebook was what was going to get him into the support course. He couldn't let it be destroyed!
There was a loud BOOM , and again Izuku braced himself for pain, but after a few seconds when no pain was forthcoming he opened his eyes and looked up. Kirishima, who had been seated between Izuku and Kacchan, had stood up from his seat as well, and was now standing right in what must have been the path of the explosion. His arms were hardened into jagged shields crossed in front of his face, both of them smeared with soot now. As Izuku watched he lowered his defenses to glare at Kacchan, who had transferred his attention to this new opponent.
"Not cool bro!" Kirishima said, sounding almost angry on Izuku's behalf. "Midoriya's not a hero
student, his intelligence quirk's not gonna protect him from a physical attack! Using your quirk on people who can't fight back is so unmanly!"
Kacchan let out a roar of rage and thrust his hand out toward Kirishima, but nothing happened. He blinked in confusion, then looked up toward the front of the bus, and when Izuku turned he could see Eraser glaring back at them, his hair up around his head and his eyes blazing red with his quirk.
"No quirk use on the bus," he said simply, then dropped his quirk and sat back in his seat. "You're disturbing my nap."
Izuku turned back to the other students, still tense with nerves as he waited for Kacchan's reaction. Kacchan, however, simply gave a little huff of frustration and threw himself back into his seat. Izuku let out a shaky breath, trying to feel relieved, but he felt more like he'd been granted a stay of execution.
"You OK Midoriya?" asked Kirishima, putting one hand on Izuku's shoulder.
"Oh!" Izuku squeaked, then cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you though, for saving me."
"Hey, I'm a hero student!" Kirishima said brightly. "Saving people is hopefully gonna be my job!"
Izuku nodded, then considered his next statement carefully. It would be better, he decided, to get things out in the open now, rather than have it come out later.
"Also, you were mistaken earlier," he said, trying not to let his fear show in his voice. From behind Kirishima he heard Kacchan give an anticipatory scoff.
"Oh?" Kirishima asked innocently. "About what?"
"I don't have an intelligence quirk," Izuku explained, unable to meet Kirishima's eye. "Actually, I don't have any quirk."
Silence reigned for a moment, and Izuku braced himself for the worst. Hatsume and Shinsou hadn't minded that he was quirkless, but these were hero students. Quirks were everything to them, how they defined themselves and each other, how they organized themselves, how they decided who was and wasn't worth their time. Now they knew he was quirkless he would become like a bug to them, a pebble in their path to-
"That's so manly!" Kirishima exclaimed.
Izuku's head snapped up, his eyes popping open to stare at Kirishima. He was smiling again, his sharp teeth on full display but somehow not threatening at all, and he clapped Izuku on the arm as though in congratulations. Izuku couldn't think of a single thing to say, so he simply stared dumbly.
"Yeah, it's pretty impressive that you can do all that without a quirk," Tsu piped up from his other side, making Izuku turn to look at her instead, still struck completely speechless. "I thought for sure you had some kind of analysis quirk. Do you have a hero parent or something?"
"No," Izuku shook his head, and once he had that word out talking became easier. "I've just been really fascinated by heroes since I was a little kid, so I studied them as much as I could. I guess I got pretty good at picking apart what made them effective, so from there what they need to improve on seems obvious. It's just a hobby right now, but I think I can turn it into something more."
He turned to the rest of the bus, inclining his head towards the hero students. "With your help, I'm
sure I can do it, so let's all do our best and help each other, OK?" The response was a rousing chorus of "OK!"
"This way Midoriya," called Eraser as Izuku got off the bus.
Izuku turned, once again laboring under the weight of Kirishima's arm around his shoulders. The rest of the students were filing toward the main entrance to the huge dome structure, but Eraser was beckoning Izuku off to one side. Izuku looked at Kirishima, who gave one final grin and released him, instead heading over to Kaminari and another boy with tape dispensers in his elbows.
Eraser lead Izuku around the outside of the structure. They were almost a quarter of the way around, the main entrance out of sight, when they came upon an ordinary metal door, like a service entrance. Eraser opened it with a swipe of his ID card, and inside Izuku found a small, boxy room lined with TV monitors. There was another door in one wall, presumably to inside the facility, and a large control table covered in buttons and dials. The monitors showed the various areas inside the facility: a fire zone, a shipwreck zone, a rockslide zone, a storm zone.
"This is the control room," Eraser explained, indicating the lone swivel chair for Izuku to sit down in. "There are cameras all over the facility, so you should be able to see everyone at all times. All the students are being given earpieces so they can communicate with you."
Izuku pulled the chair out, to find a clipboard on the seat. He picked it up and flipped through the pages clipped to it, finding a list of every student in the class, complete with names, pictures and channel numbers.
"The microphone is here," Eraser drew his attention to a small microphone on a little stand, easily picked up and moved around for convenience sake. "Press and hold this button to turn it on, and this dial controls which channel will hear. Channel 21 broadcasts on all earpiece channels, and channel zero will project your voice throughout the facility."
Izuku swallowed nervously, making a mental note not to turn the dial to zero.
"There's also a camera here," Eraser indicated a small, easily missed lense between two monitors, pointed directly at the chair. "It'll record what you do for us to review later, and if you hit this button here-" he pointed at a blue button at the far end of the panel, "-you can project your image over the main floor."
"Why would I need that?!" Izuku asked, dizzy with the idea of pressing the blue button even by mistake.
"The floor's open to give an inspiring speech," Eraser said, with a sly little smile that reminded Izuku of Shinsou. "Just wait until I get back to the class. Are you all set?"
Izuku nodded gravely.
"Then good luck," Eraser said, and left out the door the lead into the facility.
Izuku stood there a moment, trying to control his racing heart. It was hard not to feel like an intruder here. Still, he didn't have much time, so instead of dwelling on his fear he took his seat and began flipping through the pages on the clipboard, familiarizing himself with everyone's quirks. He kept one eye on the monitors, watching as Eraser made his way back to the class. The facility was built sort of like a theme park, with designated disaster areas contained in smaller
domes. The center of the facility was an open plaza, and Eraser skirted the edge of this as he headed for the main staircase leading up to the entrance. He had just made it up the stairs and back to where the class was being welcomed to the facility by Thirteen when Izuku noticed it.
It was difficult to see on the monitor, but the central plaza between all the disaster areas was no longer empty. In the middle of the space, floating a few feet off the floor, was a strange purple . . . something. Izuku looked closer, wondering if the central plaza was also the site of a simulation. The purple thing was fluctuating at the edges, as though it were made of dark fire, and it seemed to be getting bigger. Suddenly Izuku realized he had no means of contacting Eraser or Thirteen, to ask what it might be. It grew and grew, until it was a large circle in the air, like a hole in space large enough to drive a car through.
The class of hero students had noticed the thing now, and Eraser and Thirteen had turned toward it, their expressions unreadable by the distant cameras. Quickly Izuku checked his papers, then turned the dial to change his broadcast channel.
"Yaoyorozu?" he asked tentatively. "Class Rep? What is that thing?"
"I don't know," came the reply, the voice's aristocratic quality doing nothing to overshadow its anxiety. "I don't think it's supposed to be here. I-"
She stopped, and Izuku could see why. Out of the purple portal, for that was undoubtedly what it was, came people. First one and then another, until a whole flood of them were spilling into the facility. Izuku watched mesmerized as they spread themselves out across the floor, facing off against the now comparatively smaller cluster of hero students. Some of them had weapons. All of them had very obvious quirks.
Movement on a different monitor caught Izuku's eye, and he turned to see that the massive door behind the hero students was starting to close. They were being locked in.
The USJ was under attack.