"We're here. Look sharp, now," Aizawa said from the front of the bus as it came to a halt. The students got out and walked into the monumentally huge dome-shaped building in front of them.
"WHOA! Is this the Universal Studios Japan?!" The students stared in awe at the scene in front of them.
"There's a flood zone, landslide sone, conflagration zone, etc. Every disaster and accident you can imagine. I built this facility myself. I call it the 'Unforeseen Simulation Joint'!" The students looked to see who had spoken.
"It's the space hero Thirteen," someone had said. Next to her stood Cementos. Thirteen's costume was similar to a spacesuit that astronauts wore.
"Ooh, I love Thirteen," Ochacko giddily said.
"Thirteen, where's All Might? I thought he was meeting us here," Aizawa asked the rescue hero.
"About that," She looked at him and held up three fingers as she continued just above a whisper, "It seems he just about reached his limit during his morning commute. He is resting in the break room," The class didn't know about the number one hero's injury, and the pros didn't want them to find out.
"The height of irrationality," Aizawa scoffed in annoyance, "So be it. Let's get started." Aizawa glanced around. 'Well... We should be on guard. Just in case...' The hobo thought to himself.
"Before we do, I have one or two points. Or three. Or four." The class stood there awkwardly before she continued. "as I'm sure many of you are aware, my quirk is called black hole. It can suck in and tear apart anything."
"And you've used it to save people in all sorts of disasters," Uraraka said, still excited to be meeting one of her favorite heroes.
"Indeed. However, my power could easily kill. I've no doubt there are some among you with similar abilities. In our super-powered society, the use of quirks is heavily restricted and monitored. It may seem that this system is a stable one. But we must never forget that it only takes one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for people to die. Through All Might's battle training, you experienced the danger that your respective quirks can pose to others. This class will show you a new perspective! You will learn how to utilize your quirks to save lives. Your powers are not meant to inflict harm. I hope you leave here today with the understanding that you're meant to help people. That is all! I thank you for listening," She took a bow as she finished. The students clapped and cheered for her.
"Great. First off..." Aizawa started but quickly stopped. He slowly turned around to see something forming in the center by the fountain. It developed into a sizeable purple portal with people filing out of it. Aizawa whipped back around, " HUDDLE UP AND DON'T MOVE! THIRTEEN, CEMENTOS PROTECT THE STUDENTS!" Class 1-A looked at the plaza center, confused.
"What the heck's that?! More battle robots? Like during the entrance exam?" Kirishima asked.
"Don't move. Those are villains!" Their teacher said as he put on a pair of black and yellow goggles that hid his eyes, which he wore around his neck under his scarf. His class became terrified at the news.
Once everyone had loaded into the plaza, the purple portal had reformed into a person. "Thirteen, Eraserhead, and Cementos, is it?" It said as it did so.
"That's odd," a person in black clothes and a hood accented with tealish-blues spoke, "According to the staff schedule I stole the other day, All Might is supposed to be here." Aizawa recognized the hooded person and two others like them, with a vibrant amethyst purple and a vibrant emerald green.
"Of course. It was those three that I saw in the tree off in the distance," Eraserhead spoke while pieces of his scarf started to fly up. A man in plain black clothes, red shoes, and hands attached to his face, neck, shoulders, and the back of his arms looked around in anger.
"Where is he...? We've come all this way. And brought so many playmates," He paused for a second, "All Might, the Symbol of Peace. Is he here?"
"Doesn't look like he is here yet," the hooded man with vibrant emerald green accents said. "However, Cementos is. Just like we planned, so we should still continue."
"Yes, I'm so ready for a fight," the one with vibrant purple accents said while cracking his knuckles.
"You're right, Emerald," the man with hands said, "Now, I wonder if some dead kids will bring him here?"