If there was ever a time that Myla Grimm would snap and break her facade, this would probably be that moment. Over the course of her first few school days she had shown remarkable restraint. Trapped in her human form she was more or less–angling more towards more–on the same playing field as everyone else. If she released her full power she could probably flay the minds of everyone in Tokyo. Oh… how unbelievably tempting…

"Excuse me miss! Is it true that you have All Might as a professor!"

"Can you tell us anything about him?! How is he doing as a teacher!"

"What's like being so close to him?!"

"Can you tell us his exact day-to-day schedule!?"

How… Unbelievably… Tempting…

As the golden rage continued to overcome her being a firm hand fell on her shoulder. Looking to her right she was met with the face of her homeroom teacher, understanding in his eyes but also a firmness. And when she looked down at her hands she could see why. Golden light filled her fists, the telltale sign of her 'Quirk' building power. It was an unconscious act, but any longer and she probably would've lashed out. With a calming breath she dispelled her power and gave a thankful nod to her teacher. His hand fell away.

As she turned to enter the main campus one of the reporters desperately stepped forwards, "please! If there's anything that you can—"

"Please stop harassing my student," Aizawa said tiredly.

"Huh?!"

"All Might's not even on campus today–" Was all Myla heard before she was too far away to hear anything. But then a shiver ran down her spine, a presence so full of malice was nearby. The Radiance turned around, trying to spot whoever it was. Their mind was a storm raining blood, consumed by anger and hatred. If she didn't know any better it was like something from Deepnest was here… Another one? But before she could pinpoint them UA's Barrier activated and a collective shock drowned out the presence. By the time it subsided, replaced by annoyance, the presence was gone. She frowned, debating on whether or not to tell the teachers… But right now she was tired and irritable, if it came back she would know.

There's already enough going on without another incursion already…

Her mind wandered as she walked to 1-A's classroom. After a full blown shouting match occurred between Grimm and her, they used their collective power to deduce that the Dimensional Gate operated in incursions. When focusing, the gateways were easy to detect. They gave off a unique presence that wasn't dissimilar to a Dream Gate, so she was already familiar with it. There were almost two hundred signatures across Tokyo alone, with who knew how many across Japan. They knew it was at least isolated to Japan, as when they casted their consciousness across the world they found nothing. The plan going forward was simple enough; Myla would deal with the signatures around Tokyo and Grimm's Troupe would scour Japan. So began her systematic destruction of many familiar beings. A multitude of husks, vengeflies, aspids, and other Hallownestian bugs had been wandering aimlessly across the concrete jungle. Any traces of her infection were burned, though that left more confusion than answers. Were these bugs from before her… death? Or did her madness still haunt the fallen kingdom? It didn't matter, but it was a curious thing nonetheless. Unfortunately… There were several fatalities. The homeless and criminals found themselves fighting apex predators with natural armor and weapons, who had no care or mind for mercy. And also unfortunately my killing spree lasted well into the morning, meaning I was only able to return to my home around Three in the morning. That itself would've been fine… But there was a third unfortunate event. Not unfortunate at all actually, it was actually rationally and factually positive. It was unfortunate for her…

Myla could feel the ancient power in the alley. Glyphs floated out peacefully, belying their dangerous nature. Was that how some of the deaths happened? People got curious and investigated the pretty floating particles? It didn't matter anymore, they were dead, and this was the last one. She'd kill whatever came through, and she'd go home. Taking a breath a blade formed in her hand, letting the breath out through her nose she charged around the corner and lunged.

"Gah!" The surprised shout threw her off, thinking she was about to skewer a human, and she angled her blade at the last second. She flew past her target, blade burying itself deep into the wall behind her target. The skittering of too many legs for a human met her ears and she whipped around, forming another blade and holding it up to her target's throat. She'd protect the human and– Six bright and terrified eyes met her blazing orange. She blinked. Six eyes blinked in return. There wasn't a hint of the familiar madness at all. The bug raised four intertwined arms around its head in a placating gesture. "W-Whatever you're angry about I didn't do it?" He said. Myla took a step back and her blades vanished, and while the bug let out a sigh of relief she inspected him with inquisitive eyes. A large round head with a mask met her own, his six eyes watching her warily. The bug wore a finely crafted purple and blue cloak made of silk, and four more legs held the creature up. Eight in total, six eyes, silk. A Weaver. And most importantly a Weaver that wasn't mad with her infection… A brief push into his mind revealed clarity, confusion, and fear.

"Y-You're not going to kill me then?" the Weaver stammered, skittering back a foot.

"No," she sighed. "You're free from the Infection. But that comes with its own questions…" Wait a minute… "You're from Deepnest, yes?"

"Y-Yes?" the arachnid responded questioningly.

Myla deadpanned. "I don't believe you…"

"Eh?"

"If you were from Deepnest you would've attacked me the second you saw me…"

"Wha?! I-I can assure you that not everyone from Deepnest i-is a savage!" Myla didn't drop her deadpan, in fact it only became drier. "W-Well… There are some gentle souls among them?" She blinked in response. "Fine! I'm a coward, there! I said it!" He said annoyedly, though more so at himself than anyone else.

"A coward from Deepnest, it's a wonder that you survived at all." Myla crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're telling me. As soon as it was clear I couldn't fight I was ostracized from the Village." The Weaver began tapping his 'fingers' together. Funny, in a way he reminded her of Midoriya. "Honestly that's probably what spared me from the Madness. Everyone else bar one fell to it." The way he spoke was factual, not regretful. Even if he was a coward he was still born of Deepnest. Kill or be Killed ran in his veins.

"Hm… Couldn't fight, or wouldn't?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. She peeked into his mind, as it was completely unguarded. The world became more vibrant and the Weaver seemed to glow. FEAR. REGRET. HOPE. FUTURE. DREAM. As he began stuttering the world returned to normalcy, the Weaver none the wiser. And "bar one?" She already knew of the Gendered Child, so she needn't ask of her.

"A… Bit of both I s-suppose… I… I want to bring things into the world. I'm a craftsman, an artisan. Killing… It's just so wasteful…" He made a dramatic gesture with his hands, like had just gotten something off of his chest. He very well might have as well, no one in Deepnest would've taken that well. At The Radiance's continued stare he began fidgeting again, he really is a nervous wreck, isn't he? "O-Oh, your eyes! I'm so sorry." She raised an eyebrow, but after a moment of silence she remembered that bugs didn't have eyebrows and the meaning was lost on him.

"My eyes?" she asked. She already knew where this was going, but… Did she want to reveal who she was so soon? No, she had a half-baked plan already. He wouldn't need to know.

"Yes, you're infected…" He spoke in a sorrowful tone, like her life being in danger was genuinely a sad thing. Rare, for a native of Deepnest. But she had already established that he wasn't a normal Weaver.

"The Infection isn't present here," she said truthfully. "I am in no danger of it, and neither are you." Also a truth, as she had no interest in letting it spring anew. Technically even the infected bugs from before couldn't spread it, but Essence—especially the violent substance created by her Hateful Shadow—was potentially problematic for humans. She had no idea how it would react to their biology, and she wasn't keen on testing it out. So far the humans she had interacted with had been… amicable, but research into this species revealed that their potential for destruction was unparalleled by any from Hallownest. Essence could do nothing at all, or it could create a superpowered madman… Or it could just kill someone outright. She had no idea.

"T-Truly?" He asked, and at her nod he all but sagged in relief. "Oh that is a relief beyond measure. To be able to sleep without fear…" A pang shot through her heart at the reminder of the suffering she had caused, deliberately or not…

"You're not out of danger yet… Tell me, what have you noticed about your new location?" Time to see if he would survive here, and if he was worth the effort.

"Eh? Well, um… We're certainly not in Deepnest." He ran his hands over the alley wall. "And this stonework is beyond anything I've seen… With the glittering stones above us… Are we in the capitol?" He asked hopefully. It was a guess deduced by his knowledge and reasoning given the information he had before him. So he was intelligent, also somewhat rare for a Deepnest Native.

"A reasonable guess, but no. I can give you the simple answer or the complicated answer," she supplied.

"S-Simple please?"

"We're in a different world," she stated bluntly.

"Eh?" Was his choked response. "I-I thought I said the simple one?"

"That is the simple answer. Someone casted a very dangerous spell and opened a bridge between worlds. Entities from Hallownest have fallen through the cracks, and I've spent the last couple of hours hunting them down. To be honest, finding you was a complete shock… Sorry for trying to kill you, I guess…" She said flatly.

"Oh, d-don't worry about it," the Weaver laughed nervously before continuing in a dejected tone. "I'm used to it… And… I guess that would explain, well, you then. I don't think I've ever seen a bug like you before. Are you a native of this world then? How do you know of Hallownest?" It was a fair question, though it put her in an uncomfortable position… Telling him that she was a Higher Being wouldn't end well… Maybe in time, but she'd drop one world-shattering revelation at a time.

Eventually she decided on a half-truth. "This form is a recent development. When I came here I was close to death, my… friend… performed a ritual to save me. This was the result. The dominant species on this planet are called Humans, and they are… Interesting. In some aspects they are far ahead of Hallownest technologically while they are behind in other aspects. They have no mechanisms for Soul, for example. It is completely foreign to them. I will tell you more in time, for now I should bring you somewhere safe." Without anywhere to stay, she'd bring him to her home. She didn't want to risk bringing him to Grimm, as knowledge of his Troupe varied from bug to bug.

"O-Oh! Of course, thank you so much!" As they boldly stepped out of the alley—as she boldly stepped out, he was practically clinging to her shirt—he began fidgeting again. "A-Are you sure that this is ok? If the natives aren't insects then won't I stand out?" The Radiance gave him a once over. Eight legs, round head, six eyes, and a cloak. Honestly? That was rather tame compared to what she had seen. She had seen a hero dressed as one of humanity's flying machines. To most he would have an Insect Quirk, and that thought sparked an idea. Weaver Silk was renowned for its versatility, that much she knew. It could be remarkably pleasant to the touch when woven, and the Pale Light's knights had cloaks woven from it. Depending on the intention behind the Weaver, they could be incredibly soft, or as resilient as Pure Steel. If she built relations with this Weaver, she could incorporate actual Weaver Silk into her costume. The boon from that alone would be staggering…

"My name is Myla, by the way." She forwent giving her last name, because of Grimm himself, and because insects from Hallownest rarely had more than one name. Mainly that Kingdom favored epitaphs.

"How rude of me! All this time and I never gave my name, haha," he laughed nervously. "U-Um, I'm Shear. It's nice to meet you?"

Taking Shear in with her had been an objectively smart move, although she was unprepared to have another tenant living with her. The Weaver, however, was insatiable when it came to knowledge. Every aspect of her home fascinated him, from the television to the toilet. And she wouldn't even get started on his obsession with fabrics… By the time his thirst had been sated the sun was already above the horizon and she had to get ready for school. His 'lessons' would continue when she got back home… if she had the patience for them… Still, regardless of her complete lack of sleep the night hadn't been too horrible, she had even contacted Grimm to appraise him of the situation. Shear would have a full identity by the day's end, good for him.

"Woah, are you ok Myla?" She heard Mina ask as she entered the room. Tossing a look over her shoulder she saw the pink girl's concern was real. It was a nice thought if unnecessary.

"I'm doing fine, considering last night…" She said, only internally smacking herself when she realized her slip-up.

"Did something happen?"

"No," she reassured, "I just had trouble sleeping is all." And that would've been that if Iida didn't appear right in front of her.

"Grimm!—"

"Myla…" She interrupted, not even slowing him down. If people kept calling her Grimm then Aizawa would find himself with one less student… Or more…

"—The average adult needs eight hours of sleep in order to function normally! Considering our age we need even more!" The bespeckled boy sent a flurry of chopping motions her way, and he would've kept going if Aizawa didn't enter the room.

"Take your seats everyone," he said, walking behind his desk. After the first day nobody wasted a second, not even her. "Decent work on yesterday's combat training you guys. I saw the recordings and went over each of your team's results. Bakugo, you're talented so don't sulk like a child about your loss, ok?" The goddess sitting in front of the boy wouldn't even deny that she felt satisfaction from the spark of annoyance that flared from behind her. He couldn't speak up and he knew it. After his dismissal Aizawa moved on. "Midoriya, I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder, and don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your Quirk. That excuse is already getting old… You can't keep breaking your body while training here, but your Quirk will be very useful if you can get a handle on it. Show a little urgency, yeah?"

"Right!"

"And Myla." She blinked, momentarily surprised that she was being addressed. "Though you did win, you failed to plan for something as simple as your own biology. In a fight it's crucial to have as much information as possible, and to prepare for as many weaknesses as you can. You're confident, but that confidence can easily lead to your downfall." She kept a straight face, but she couldn't control the way her antennae drooped.

"Of course… Thank you for the wisdom," she eventually responded. He had no possible way of knowing, but his words cut her straight to her core, dragging up her memories of her defeats. Both of them… Because his advice perfectly encapsulated the reason as to why she lost each time. The Pale Light was an upstart, and she had severely underestimated his power. And when that tiny vessel entered the realm of her shattered self she couldn't conceive a world where she lost… Both times she underestimated her opponent, and both times she had been lucky… There would not be a third time.

"Let's get down to business," Aizawa drew her out of her musings. "Our first task… will decide your future." As soon as the words left their teacher's mouth The Radiance felt the anxiety in the room explode. It was so sudden and so nauseating that she had to grab her head and center herself. Sometimes… she hated being so attuned to emotions… But then… "You all need to pick a class representative." And like that the anxiety flipped to elation and excitement, only making her condition worse. Right after the assault on her mind followed the assault on her ears as every single one of her classmates bar a few began shouting their promises to the heavens. If this was how childish they were going to be, she wouldn't ever answer…

Finally though, "silence! Everyone please!" Iida's voice cut through the commotion like one of her blades. "The class representative's duty is to lead others, and that's not just something that anyone can do! You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom, therefore the most logical way to decide this is democratically! We will hold an election to choose our leader." By the time he finished speaking he was trembling, because almost immediately he was called out for his own hopes to be the leader.

"Is this really the best idea?"

"But we've only known each other for a few days."

"Won't people just vote for themselves?"

Iida turned to the last person who spoke up, "most everyone will! But that means that whoever gets multiple votes will be the most suitable person for the job!"

She could see the logic in that, even if she was wholly unfamiliar with democracy. Hallownest had no such parallel. Both the Moth Tribe and Hallownest itself had been ruled by a Theocracy and a Theocratic Monarchy respectfully. Both The Radiance and the Pale Light had divine authority, no one would dare go against them. The outliers were Deepnest and the Hive; both traditional monarchies, and the Mantis Tribe respected martial strength above all else. The Greenpath and the mosskin had no form of governance, the same could also be said for the Fungal Wastes. Nowhere in all of Hallownest's history or prehistory was there anything similar to democracy. Beyond the borders? Perhaps there was a kingdom of bugs without the influence of a Higher Being, but if so then she had no knowledge of it. Did any of that matter? Not necessarily, and to be honest neither did she care all that much. Leading a group of schoolchildren that may or may not follow her directives didn't appeal to her. Besides, if they wouldn't worship her then what was the point? She'd probably never have something like the Moth Tribe again; tribute and worship for care and security. Establishing herself as a goddess would come with its own tribulations she wasn't ready or powerful enough to deal with… yet. So she'd vote for herself, and take the rest of the time to catch what sleep she could. And looking towards Aizawa's desk, it seemed like she wasn't the only one…

"It's the best way, right sir?!" Iida shouted, only for Aizawa to zip up his yellow sleeping bag.

"Do what you want, just decide before my nap's over." Aizawa said before falling to his side, falling asleep almost immediately.

"Thank you for your trust!" And with that everyone wrote their names down on small slips of paper. Myla put hers at the end of her desk before burying her head in her arms, letting oblivion claim her. As some people deliberated over their choices and the collection process began, The Radiance found herself in her Domain. Blinking the brightness away she found herself in an approximation of her classroom, except her glyphs permeated the air and it was devoid of anyone but herself. Myla narrowed her eyes, running her hand across the desk next to her. It felt the same, but the soft noise her hand made echoed much more than it should. Walking out into the hallway she looked out the window, seeing a golden horizon over puffy clouds. So this was her Domain then, something she had absolute control over. So why did it look like this?

"Aaaaahh, what an interesting realm we've found ourselves in." An old, familiar voice said from behind her.

The goddess' face turned to stone and her emotions turned to ice. She didn't turn around, content to stare out of the window. "It's been some time. I'm amazed that you've found yourself here, because last I remember I tore your souls apart and cast it to the void."

"Meleemoo, and yet here I remain." The Moth Seer hobbled up next to her, old joints almost creaking. Cloudy eyes stared out at the expanse. "How have you been, my Light?"

"Don't treat us like long lost friends. I may have been a shadow of rage when I killed you, but your death was not one that I regret," Myla growled, finally turning her gaze on the Moth.

"Aaahh, I did not expect you to be happy to see me—"

"Happy?" She seethed, "why would I be happy to see you? You led the others to the Pale Light, you forgot me. Me! The one that spawned you! Saying that I'm furious would be a gross understatement!"

But like all things, the ancient Moth weathered her rage. "And we all received our punishment, one that every last one of us deserved… I am—"

"Don't…" Myla growled. "Why are you here? To haunt me? A result of my guilty conscience perhaps?" Two Masters of the Dream observed each other.

"Meleemoo… To be honest I know not why I am here. I am as surprised as you. I did not arrive here through the tears though, I am physically dead. Perhaps I am born of your new form, and your restored being."

"If that's the case, then all I need to do is forget you, betrayer." And so The Radiance cast the moth from her mind, rending her from existence. Not even a spec of her remained in her thoughts, and yet…

"So I am not born from your mind, but from another source. Aaaahh, how curious." An orange light filled the hallway and Myla fired an Essence Beam that completely enveloped the moth. Other than an explosion of glyphs, it passed through the Seer like she wasn't even there. "A result of the Dreamscape then? Meleemoo, curious indeed."

"It was worth a shot, and it was cathartic for me," Myla hummed.

"Killing me once was not enough to sate your anger?" The Seer asked dryly, lacking any real humor.

Myla frowned, "If I could tear your soul apart a million times over it would never be enough to sate me… There is no forgiveness in my mind for you… I wish I could say I was sorry about that…" And she was honest. Being forced to remember the Moth, she remembered the good and the bad. Unfortunately that only made things worse…

"Nor should there be, we should have all been forgotten for our crimes… For the anguish we put you through… Even if you had forgiveness in your heart I wouldn't ask for it…" The realm of the Dream shook violently, though both witnesses stayed perfectly upright. "Aaaahh, it seems that our time is almost up. I do not know if I will be here the next time you visit your Domain."

"I hope you won't be," she said, but before the Seer could get another word in, everything went bright and Myla was forced into the waking world. Pain erupted from her skull and she lashed out, batting something off of her head. "What is wrong with you?!" She whirled on Bakugo, who was shooting her an equally venomous stare.

"The votes are in, dumbass!" Myla rubbed her antennae gingerly and growled at the blonde before turning back towards the front. When she saw the board she was confused.

"HOW DID I GET THREE VOTES?!" Midoriya exclaimed, almost white as a sheet.

"Ok you idiots! Who voted for them?!" Bakugo yelled, standing up in rage. Because right under Midoriya, tied with him, was Myla herself. Flattering to be sure, but also the opposite of what she wanted… Who… No, she knew exactly who voted for her. Looking across the room she saw Mina grinning widely and shooting her a thumbs up. Surprisingly, Ojiro was also smiling at her. She just sighed and turned her gaze to Midoriya. The boy was shaking like a mosskin, but she saw those lights dancing within him proudly.

Iida, almost trembling from disappointment, called them up to the front. "A-As we have a tie we need to vote between Myla and Midoriya!—"

"No need," Myla interrupted, "I'll take the Deputy position." The shock from just about everyone in the room… well, shocked her. In her eyes it made sense; she didn't want to lead people who probably wouldn't follow her, and Midoriya was the greatest curiosity of the school. He was a mystery that she longed to unravel, and forcing him into the spotlight would help that.

Almost out of nowhere Aizawa spoke up, "all right then. Midoriya is our Class Representative, and Myla is our Deputy." The wave of nervousness and apprehension from Midoriya was almost enough to make her reconsider, but that feeling was squashed down.

"R-Really? Uh… It's not a mistake?" he asked hopefully, like some kind of divine intervention would deliver him from his fate. Unfortunately for him Myla was the source of that, and she didn't feel like intervening in anything yet. Slowly though the rest of their classmates voiced their acceptance and even excitement. Despite her considerably soured mood, The Radiance smiled.

A little later at lunch though, it was clear that there was someone who was… less than pleased. "I CANNOT believe that you gave that up!" Mina yelled, dramatically slamming her lunch tray down across from Myla. The moth girl slowed her chewing for a moment before resuming and shrugging. Her antennae gave a happy wiggle as the explosion of flavor crossed her tongue. If there was one thing she was thankful for with this new body, it was the ability to taste food. In the few days she had attended the school she had tried something different each day. She needed to be careful though, as she knew that overindulging in food would result in a negative transformation of her body.

"Is it really so surprising?" She asked honestly.

"Honestly it is!" Kirishima said as he sat down as well, "you strike me as a very commanding person. You just have a 'take charge' kind of vibe." Vibe? She thought.

Well, regarding the first thing, "you're not wrong. But to be completely honest the position never interested me to begin with," she took another blissful bite of her food.

"Youf ghot tu bh khiddin!" Mina yelled through a mouthful of food, almost reaching out to grab the goddess in disguise.

"Chew your food before speaking, Mina…" Myla stonily said. The pink girl did so, still peeved.

"Yeah! Just like that," Kirishima snapped his fingers at her. "Whenever you do that thing people just listen!"

"What thing," Myla scoffed.

"You've got this… I dunno, voice thing? Yaomomo has something similar but with her it just sounds smart. Whenever you do it I feel like I have to, ya know?" Mina shrugged before taking a bite of her food.

Myla flinched. Was she accidentally letting some of her divine power through? She wasn't even trying to influence the thoughts of her classmates! "I'm sorry," she said genuinely. "I didn't even realize I was doing something like that."

Mina almost choked on her food, "No! No no no, I didn't mean it like that! It's not a bad thing, it's just… a thing!" No, it wasn't. Even if it wasn't deliberate she was still influencing people. SHe'd do better, at the very least it would keep her true nature hidden for longer.

"Regardless of my perceived powers over my class, if I had the benefit of foresight I would've given my vote to you. You seemed to want the position more than I did."

"Nah, it's no biggie. I'm curious to see what Midoriya's gonna do after all!"

Myla hummed, "so I'm not the only one? He needs to give himself more credit, he'll do fine."

"I know right? He was so manly in his fight against Bakugo!" Kirishima yelled, doing a fist pump.

Mina though, was focusing more on Myla, "Not the only one, huh? Got your eyes on Midoriya then?"

Narrowing her eyes, she met Mina's cheshire gaze, "yes… He thinks well under stress and has a tactical mind that rivals the best of us. If given the chance I believe that he'll become a great hero."

'Hmm~ So nothing—" But before Mina could finish her thought the bell rang throughout the cafeteria. Everyone looked up in shock, but Myla just took another bite of food. So they got in then? Did I miss the source of malice then? Did it break through while I was asleep?

"Warning! Level Three Security Breach. All students please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion." All at once the students began panicking, shoving each other out of the way and making a mad dash for the exit. Myla sighed as Mina immediately started dragging her away, the goddess casting one last longing look at her abandoned food. It wasn't even an emergency… As soon as the trio joined the mess of students fleeing down the hallways they were nearly trampled, with Mina's grip slipping away. Thinking fast Myla grabbed both Kirishima and Mina before holding them close.

"What—" Mina started saying before a bubble of Essence formed around them, repelling the rest of the students who mostly ignored them. In their panic the bubble was treated as just another obstacle. Myla frowned, pouring her concentration into maintaining their barrier. With all of their panic though that was a task easier said than done… "How long can you keep this up?"

"Not… very… long…" Maintaining the bubble while shutting out the surrounding panic was far more taxing than it should've been. For the umpteenth time Myla cursed both her body and the shackle that was forced on it. Finally though there was a spark of clarity from the window. A familiar trio had discovered the cause of the panic, and if Midoriya's behavior so far was anything to go off of then this situation would be well in hand… And if not then she'd have to get more… physical… in their defense.

"Woah! Was that Iida?!" She heard someone shout from behind her. Momentarily dipping into her powers, yes, that was Iida sailing above her. But why…

"LISTEN UP! EVERYTHING IS OK!" She heard him yell. Thankfully his voice got the attention of the students and the panic evaporated, causing the sudden rush to slow. Hesitantly Myla let her barrier drop, panting lightly. "It's just the media outside, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Everything's fine! We're U.A. Students, so we need to remain calm and prove that we're the best of the best!" The mob murmured in agreement and slowly the nervous crowd began dispersing; either back to lunch or to their next class. "Now if anyone would be so kind, could I please get some help getting down from here?!" Myla tilted her head and noticed that he was ever so slightly trembling. His feet were barely on the doorway and all he had was a small pipe to hold onto.

"Ah, sure," she muttered, forming a staircase for him to descend.

"Many thanks!"

Back in their classroom, Myla and Midoriya stood before their class, "whenever you're ready Midoriya." she said, calm as ever. Midoriya on the other hand…

"O-Ok! We need to find out who the other class officers will be, b-but first… there's something that I wanna say" The green haired boy looked down, as if steeling himself. "I've thought a lot about this, and I-I think that Tenya Iida should be our class rep!" He proclaimed with a bow, much to the surprise of the mentioned boy. Continuing more confidently Midoriya smiled, "he was able to capture everyone's attention so quickly, and got everyone to calm down with just a few words. So I believe that he should be leading our class from now on." Iida meanwhile looked on in shock.

"Yeah, ya know what? If Midoriya vouches for him I'm good. Plus he was a huge help. He totally manned up and took charge, right?" Kirishima said with a smile.

A few more of her classmates gave their agreements before everyone felt a collective chill go down their spine, "this is a waste of time. I don't care who the class rep is, just hurry up and move along." And with his piece said the cocooned Aizawa went back to sleep.

Standing up Iida cleared his throat, "if Midoriya's nominating me for this job… Then I humbly accept!" He threw a fist in the air, "I pledge to carry out the duties of the class rep to the best of my abilities!" Thankfully there was a happy feeling in the air, so as far as Myla could tell nobody was against his ascension. Well, there was one peeved girl in the back, but the world wasn't fair. They would all learn that before long…

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!"

Failed… Gone… Empty…

"Bring it down! Get the zappers, high voltage!"

ESCAPED!

A sole decrepit and weakened arm lashed out and grabbed one of the soft-shelled bugs, throwing it across the strange cave it found itself in. Its other arm was gone, lost somehow. Didn't matter, irrelevant… Pain erupted across its body, and with a violent turn it found the source. Another soft-shell holding some kind of sparking nail. Reaching deep inside of itself it drew upon the void, lashing out with a whip made of inky blackness where its stump was. The bug was sent flying in two different pieces, not getting back up. That one spell though cost it greatly, already it could feel its strength plummeting.

Had it really fallen so far in its imprisonment? One spell drained it so much… NO!

CANNOT FALTER!

Standing tall it leaned back and roared out in deafening silence. Everyone else around it was sent to the ground or rooted in place from the pure pressure it exuded.

"Boss? What do we do?!" one of the bugs asked, holding onto its strange nail.

"The same thing we always do! I'm seeing a lot of money in our future, break it down! Restrain it!" They meant to capture it? Unacceptable. Having given everything it still failed, it couldn't lose here. With their intentions made clear it didn't hesitate.

No Mind To Think…

It grabbed a long tube of metal, it wasn't their familiar nail but it would do. It flipped the piece of metal into its preferred reverse grip and parried a strike before batting a bug away with a sickening crack.

"Damn it, do I have to do everything around here?" An annoyed voice said from above. It barely had enough time before one of the bugs leapt down, crushing the ground beneath where it had been moments ago. "You're costing me a lot of men you freak. That's fine though, you look like you'll fetch a good price. Now, SUBMIT!" A mental wave struck it, but rather than pierce its very being it simply flowed around him.

No Will To Break…

"Well then," the bug laughed, "looks like I get to have a bit of fun!" The bug ducked underneath its swing before grabbing one of those strange nails and shoving the tip into its stump. Pain erupted across its entire being, but it remained silent. No matter how many times it swung, stabbed, or lunged the bug avoided every attack. If it was in its prime, then this bug wouldn't have stood a chance. But it wasn't… More bugs showed up, this time shooting projectiles that made its body seize in pain. But still it didn't make a noise.

No Voice To Cry Suffering…

With every attack it grew weaker, slower, and sloppier. Missing an arm, having been still and rotting for an eternity, not having fought in an unknowable amount of time… All of it took a toll… Eventually it fell to its knees, holding itself up with its stolen tube. It stared down its attackers hatefully before letting out its deafeningly silent roar again. It wouldn't fail… It couldn't fail again…

Born Of God And Void…

Things are getting a little interesting, and with a new friend as well! As always I have a blast writing this and I'm really excited for you guys to read it. Especially because notifications seem to be working again! There's a lot to unpack here and I won't spend too much time on it, mainly because I don't like spoiling and I like seeing what theories you guys come up with~

It might be a little sad, but honestly what did you expect when Myla met the Seer? Betrayal, and especially against a goddess, leaves little room for absolution or forgiveness. And in the Seer's dialogue she knows this and she knows that her tribe wronged The Radiance. On a happier note, Shear! The cinnamonroll Weaver! He is definitely going to become a recurring character whether people like him or not, as I love the idea of a cowardly and nice bug from Deepnest. That's two spiders that Myla's saved now, which wasn't intentional until I re-read the last chapter.

Next up is the USJ! And then the Sports Festival!

Oh yeah, there's that last bit at the end as well… Nah, I'm not gonna say anything about it~ You'll just have to wait until it becomes relevant~ It won't come up for awhile, but I don't doubt you guys'll figure it out~

Now for comments!

Zerkil: Neat indeed. Also from my previous response, because honestly I don't doubt most people will figure out who's at the end scene, that comment still stands.

Darkromdemon: Yeah about that XD. Not the ghost, but yeah~ I can't say much regarding the Lord of Shades, but far down the line there's definitely going to be some things that shake up the world of MHA.

Ultima-owner: about that~ I'm sure it'll be fine~

Kinoki 64: Well in a way you called that as I was writing it XD. Without spoiling anything there will definitely be a confrontation, because if I didn't write one I feel like I would be chased out with torches and pitchforks.

Goofygoober939: I'm glad you're enjoying it! Thanks for reading!

Argorok: Will do! Thanks for reading!

Next Story in the Rotation: The Dragon and the Fox

Thanks for reading and I'll see you all soon!~