Cafe One by KriegSchnee (AKA Yours truly)

"Have a good day!" Toga grinned as the legendary Weiss Schnee and her friends left the cafe. The pink one waved back with a large grin of her own. Toga kept her red lollipop in her mouth, chewing on it slightly with her fangs. Synthetic blood wasn't as tasty as real blood, but it helped to sate her urges.

"Psst, is she gone?"

Toga's eyes darted towards the tall man hiding behind the counter, his normally orange hair hidden by a black wig and baseball hat.

"She just left." Toga hummed as she placed an out for lunch sign on their front door. Roman jumped up from his hiding spot and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Phew, that's good. I don't need the ice brat knowing I'm alive." Roman leaned against the counter and adjusted his hat. "Now that we're alone, we can finally plan my most genius plan yet!" He pulled out a large sheet of paper.

Toga smirked as Roman struggled to keep the rolled up paper flat. "And that is?"

"Funding our operations by getting a monopoly on all coffee in the district!" Roman gloated. "If it worked on Remnant, it can work here as well! Once we're rolling in money, we can finally kick those Yakuza shits where it hurts."

"If you say so, Dad."

"Don't call me that."

Losing by Skyfyre56 on AO3

Shigarki seethed, lying down and waiting for the doctor to arrive and fix the damage that bitch had done to him. Where did she get off being that strong? At first he thought he had just misjudged her class, a Fighter that just had 'backstory fluff' as a Bard. It still wouldn't be enough to beat his Nomu, but then she pulls off a summon? That's a Mage skill! And she was an actual Bard too, buffing All Might at the end too. This is way too early to spec out a dual class bonus and even then you only get two you filthy cheater, not three! This wasn't a New Game, you couldn't do that... not without a Cheat Code. Was Sensei hiding something from him?

Getting up in a fit, the man with hands scattered a clock to the ground, then a lamp, trashing the room of his dingy base, screaming out. Even the satisfiying sounds the objects made of breaking, not having to worry about his quirk triggering with his hand damaged, helped make up for his anguish (if anything it just made it worse, a reminder of what she'd taken from him).

He took a few deep breaths, looking around at the wreckage he'd made. The pain only throbbed worse in his hand, but it felt dim compared to the rage still stirring inside him. He'd find answers, on how she got so high leveled, then her, and the Symbol of Peace, and anyone who had crossed him, they would pay.

Aizawa leaned back in the hospital bed, resisting the itch. The itch of his freshly healed, still tender arm. The itch his eyes always got when he overused his quirk. The itch to do something. His students were in a panic, some hurt (thankfully none as badly as him), and he'd failed to stop this disaster. But it was just an itch; tearing at his arm wouldn't help it heal, rubbing his eyes wouldn't let him use his quirk sooner, and rushing out of bed wouldn't fix what he'd failed to prevent today.

Villains had invaded and nearly killed his students. The only good thing was that the Prima Dona had taken his words to heart and not held back when the time came. It still hurt, to know that she (and surely others) had had to lose that feeling of protection, of innocence that should never have to lose, not in school... that stung, worse than the wounds he'd suffered. It was compounded by the fact that he knew she'd face questions. Aizawa had been surprised by the blood on her, but from how she fought, cleaning slicing into the thugs and then holding off the monster that effortlessly crushed him, he knew she hadn't been hurt by the villains before. That blood was all from those she had hurt.

He hoped she hadn't killed anyone - not for their sake; as much as a hero shouldn't kill, students should never be thrown into situations like this, should have years to learn the control needed - but he couldn't bring himself to care for the people she had hurt while fighting to defend him and her fellows. If anyone wanted to raise an issue about it, he'd shoulder the blame here. It was literally, the least he could do.

A hacking cough escaped him, and Recovery Girl stopped outside, and he froze. He wasn't doing anything, wasn't a Problem Child needing a lecture. Midoriya had been taken away by All Might for some reason, maybe the number 1 hero could talk some sense into him about his bone breaking problem. At least he hadn't tried to engage the Nomu and just moved him out of there, so there were some signs of improvement.

He let out a sigh. So many problem children this year. So many questions, about why Todoroki, wouldn't use one side of his quirk in combat (or even theoretical tests), what the hell Bakugo's issue was, why Midoriya's quirk seemed so ill suited to him, and everything about Weiss... He made a promise there, to make sure that they would all live long enough so he could get to the bottom of this. Because he was their homeroom teacher, and he'd protect them from something like this ever happening again.

Weiss shuffled through the apartment, flopping down on her bed, buzzing phones discarded on her bedside stand. Phones, so weird. Both too big and too small for her liking, not like a scroll. Tablets were better in her opinion, a larger screen to work with. The 'foldable' version was vastly more expensive and still couldn't compact down like a scroll, but well worth a bit of what she'd earned with her music. The tablet showed the news just starting to break of the attack on U.A., which explained why her work phone was blown She'd failed, again. If All Might hadn't shown up in the nick of time... It would have been Beacon all over again. All because she wasn't strong enough. She punched into the bed, fruitlessly (her aura turned off so not to damage it unnecessarily).

What had gone wrong? Why? Why?! WHY!?! Why did this always happen? She'd underestimated these 'quirks', and felt her classmates were generally immature before, but she hadn't held back when the villains struck. She gave it her all, and it still wasn't enough. Just like it never was. Not enough to save Pyrrha, not enough to stop a Maiden, not enough to beat this 'Nomu'.

Mt. Lady wasn't home yet, still on patrol now. She'd probably hear about it soon enough though, probably worry over her. Weiss didn't need that, she was fine. No one had got hurt. Not this time. She needed to, do a million things really. Train, much harder than before, so that she'd be able to face any monster next time. Study, so that she'd know what kind of threats lurked in this world, to figure out what could be coming after her next. Practice, with her friends, so they'd be safe when she wasn't there and could co-ordinate her efforts with them when she was. But none of that came easily right now, the feelings overwhelming her.

Like a Dust Lamp going off above her head she snapped up. There were things she could do, would do later, for now though, she was Feeling, so she'd feel, and express that. Grabbing a piece of paper and pen, she started writing.

Time and time again it seems we've reached the point where all our dreams

Are crumbling all around us

Every outcome unjust

Every step it seems has led us further from our goal instead

Our triumphs haven't mattered

We're drifting ever backward

And we're running out of time

Nowhere near the finish line

And it's growing ever clear

That a reckoning is near

And we'll have to make a choice

Is this path right?

Or is it made of lies?

We're looking in ourselves

And trusting in the light

A miracle is all we need...

But there isn't one in sight

A/N: Despite winning/surviving the battle, both sides were pretty shaken up by this battle, so I thought this would be a fun little omake on how they were feeling. Was originally meant to just be Weiss and Shigaraki, but Shota snuck in like a ninja Underground Hero.

Ice Cream by CJ1of4 from SpaceBattles forum

AN: Well, you asked for it.

Roman stared and Himiko grinned back as bright red liquid dripped from the small girl's lips. Did the gods hate him or something? Two worlds! Two fucking different worlds and he somehow ended having to deal with this shit!

Little Himiko was skilled, if untrained when Roman found her on the street. Sure, she was no Neo. That wonderful mute, murder midget had been something special and one of the few good things that happened to Roman in his rotten life. Still, with Little Himiko's Semblance, no wait, they call them Quirks here. Anyways, with Little Himiko's Quirk, she did remind Roman of his former partner. Hopefully the ice cream murderer had survived that Grimm infested sky.

However, despite the similarities Roman had noticed between his female partners, this was not something he expected to be the same between the two. "Okay, Himiko explain this to me again, why did you think it was a good idea to go out and buy 50 gallons of strawberry ice cream, and two dozen bottles of cherry syrup?"

"Because it tastes good?" Himiko offered as she licked the cherry syrup from her lips.

No, Roman, don't yell. You can handle this. You've dealt with a partner spending an unreasonable amount of the loot on frozen confections before. Still, why did it have to be Ice Cream? It restricted them to safehouses that actually had electricity, because heaven forbid their snacks risk melting!

Omake: Ice Cream

This omake was inspired by Neo's name, the fanon that she love icecream, and this picture of Himiko from Middle School

A/N -Krieg Schnee

More Semi-canon/not canon omakes can be found in the Space Battles thread. Ill try to post the ones I deem canon in a single chapter such as these. I dont like having chapters less than 1k words.

Yes these are canon. Enjoy!