Chapter 78

.::Mapping Out Plans::.

By the time their patrol wrapped up, the 1-A Vigilantes had found no traces of Gentle Criminal or Tokoyami. Kyouka had expected as much; they couldn't really check out most of Yaomomo's suspected targets while in costume. The disappointment at the lack of any results still stung though and left her feeling frustrated with the lack of progress, especially since they now had an actual lead on this whole mess.

At least Hatsume seemed to be on track to finding how to remove or neutralize the bomb anklets. Mainly because she'd recruited Yaomomo. The inventor had all but burst into the warehouse an hour after school ended, dragging the mildly overwhelmed-looking heiress behind her. It had been a surprising team-up none of them had predicted, Yaomomo included, but she seemed to have accepted her fate.

Then they explained the only reason they hadn't come directly to the warehouse from school was because they stopped at Yaomomo's place to grab some manuals.

About making bombs.

Kyouka had serious questions about why Yaomomo had multiple very thick books on how to make bombs and related devices just lying around her place. She also had questions about how Hatsume managed to procure materials for making a variety of said bombs. Questions which Yaomomo warily echoed since according to her, some of those should be restricted from regular consumers.

Now to be fair to Yaomomo, not all of those manuals she'd grabbed were about bombs specifically. They were about similar devices to the anklet that could inject tranquilizers, shock people, track locations, and other stuff like that. That, and a book about disarming bombs that highlighted an explosive collar in one chapter. By her logic, the bomb anklet probably operated similar to something in one of her books.

Either way, apparently they'd decided the best way to figure out how to counter the anklet was to try to recreate it. Including the explosive.

And so Kyouka and Kaminari had decided it would be in their best interest to relocate somewhere else for the time being.

That was how they found themselves in a coffee shop with their laptops, working on their assignments for school. Because while they might be dimension-jumping vigilantes, they still had to keep up with the online classes. A sudden drop in grades would look suspicious, and the last thing they needed was unwanted attention.

Of course, school still wasn't the highest priority, and Kaminari never liked homework anyway. So it didn't take long for him to check the group chat instead. "Huh, that's a lot of places to check out," he muttered. The Odawara group had sent them a basic summary of their meeting with Mail, who'd been surprisingly open about information. They'd kept some details vague until they could meet in person, but they'd made a list of potential places to look for this Porter guy.

Kyouka had briefly skimmed the messages earlier, but decided to take another look after his comment. The list wasn't that long, but it still had more places than she'd expected. The park at Odawara where Shouji met Porter. Two locations in Kamino. Numazu, for some reason. The remains of Tokyo, maybe the memorial for the victims there. Dagobah Beach. Musutafu in general, particularly by UA...

And the area around Nighteye's Agency in this world.

It was the last one that really held her attention. "We're the only ones who can check out Nighteye's place," she declared firmly, and Kaminari glanced up at her with a frown.

"Huh? Why? Actually, why do we have to check out any of them? I mean, I know it's important, but still!"

"Because if anyone else goes there, that Mail guy can try to follow them," she told him flatly, and he deflated at the reminder.

"Oh, right. Forgot about that." He looked pretty sheepish about it, and Kyouka just rolled her eyes as she grabbed her latte to take a sip.

From what Mail said, there were two people at Nighteye's agency that had "compatible Quirks" that could make him visible. That meant if he got back, there would be nothing stopping him from telling them everything than his own will. Once that happened, there was no telling what the Pros would do. They couldn't risk him revealing everything before they got out Midoriya, Aizawa and the others.

Once they'd carried out the rescue, Kyouka would be more than happy to go to the Pros. They couldn't keep Aizawa around against his will, so they'd have to talk to them anyway if only to get him help. And since two of them actually knew this Porter guy, they might be able to help too. Until then though, they needed to focus on rescuing everyone from the Alliance, and also gathering as much information as they could.

She turned her attention away from the list for the moment and glanced out the window beside their table. They chose this coffee shop because it faced two different buildings that Yaomomo had noted as likely targets for Gentle Criminal and, by extension, Tokoyami. Given it was a little after five now, the first office workers had started to leave, joining the crowds milling about the sidewalks.

She skimmed over the passing faces, looking for the telltale head of pitch black spikes. Tokoyami's mutation made him stand out, but as "Phantom Shadow" he never showed his face like Gentle Criminal did. If anyone would be used as a scout, it would probably be him. Currently she saw no sign of him, but he could show up at any moment.

Kaminari glanced out the window to search the crowd too, no doubt picking up on her thoughts. "Think we'll find him?" he asked, more quietly than his other comments.

"Maybe not tonight, but hopefully." Kyouka sipped at her latte, gaze still trained on the constantly-changing crowd.

"Think he's one of us?" Kaminari wondered, and her mouth thinned a little.

"Don't know." Was Tokoyami from their world? She had no idea, but honestly, the chances were admittedly pretty low. At this point they mostly just wanted to find him to confirm it once and for all, since he and Hagakure were the only classmates they had no solid confirmation on. She set down her latte and turned back to her laptop. "Even if he's not, it's still worth checking out. Like Anjou said, it does seem kinda weird that Tokoyami showed up in Hosu so soon after the 1-A Vigilantes got big."

"Yeah, totally," Kaminari agreed with a nod. "And plus, fighting that Gentle Criminal guy seems like it would be pretty—" He cut off himself off when Kyouka shot him a sharp glare, looking almost as startled as if she'd slapped a hand over his mouth. Which she would have done if she wasn't wary of knocking over the coffee cups onto their laptops while reaching over to do so.

"Idiot, be quiet!" she hissed. Her gaze flickered around the coffee shop, wary of anyone potentially looking their way. No one was, focused on their conversation or devices as they waited for their orders. The three people standing closest to the table, a college-age man, a blue-haired girl with a distinctly punk aesthetic and another shorter girl in a winter coat, all wore earbuds as they browsed their phones, but Kyouka still felt paranoid. The interior of the store wasn't that big and it was pretty full today; it wouldn't be hard for someone to overhear them talking.

Luckily she didn't need to actually explain any of this, because when she looked back Kaminari already looked suitably chastised. "Sorry," he muttered sheepishly. "I'm just... I don't even know, actually. I want to say I want something to happen, but I kinda don't? I mean, after the last couple times..." He trailed off with a shrug, and she sighed as she scratched her cheek, glancing out the window again.

"No, I kinda get it, I guess. Just feels frustrating to sit around waiting for a lead to pan out."

Kaminari perked up and nodded. "Yeah, exactly! And at least Gentle Criminal is... uh, a criminal, I guess? So like, him getting arrested is still technically a good thing? Even if he's a cool phantom thief guy and like a weird pseudo-Robin Hood. Or maybe he's more like Lupin?" He frowned, looking a bit frustrated as he tried to think of a comparison.

Kyouka just rolled her eyes. "Yeah," she muttered, cheek now propped against her hand as she kept skimming the street outside the window for Tokoyami. Still nothing. She quietly huffed to herself and muttered under her breath, "It'd probably be better than today."

The close call with Ingenium at the start of patrol had really thrown them off. If they hadn't happened to cross paths with Sero, she doubted they would have managed to escape. Hopefully he didn't get in trouble for that. The rest of their patrol had been uneventful in comparison, but they'd spent the whole time on edge and paranoid about Ingenium showing up again.

Patrols would be more risky now that they were on Ingenium's radar. They didn't want to fight him since he was a Pro Hero; they were technically on the same side, even if he might not fully realize it. But with his speed, outrunning him wouldn't necessarily work either.

However, she had no problems fighting Gentle Criminal. At least the guy was a criminal, and he didn't seem nearly as dangerous or violent as that crazy woman from last week.

As she ruminated over this nearby movement caught her eye, making her snap a sharp look towards it. One of the people who'd been waiting near their table, the young man in his twenties, moved to the counter to get his order. Kyouka relaxed as she recognized him as one of the people with earbuds. "Everything okay?" Kaminari asked.

"Yeah, it's fine. I guess I'm just kinda paranoid. I was thinking someone might've overheard us."

"Well even if they do, they might not even get what we're talking about, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." As they talked another one of the people who'd been waiting nearby, a particularly petite girl with red hair in a ponytail, went to collect her own order. She pulled a reusable drink holder from her bag with four spaces to load the three cups, letting her carry them all with just one hand.

"Hey, Aiba, you got the drinks yet?" a voice asked over her earbuds. "I know you said the line was long, but we're getting tired of waiting." She pulled out her phone as she headed to the door, hitting the microphone icon to unmute her end.

"Yeah, I just got them," she confirmed, pressing the "home" button to switch out of the call screen. "I'll be there in two minutes." As she walked past the store's window she glanced at the two teenagers sitting inside, eyes narrowing. "But also, we might want to call off recon early tonight."

"What? Why?"

"Because we've got two kids on the lookout." Even as she spoke she opened her phone's camera gallery, the first thumbnail to pop up showing the two teenagers. They sat the table talking to each other over their laptops, clearly oblivious to the camera's presence. Her lips pursed into a small frown as she glanced over them before sharing the photo to the group text. "We've got some extra work before the next target."

"Jirou just said she and Kaminari can handle Sir Nighteye's place," Uraraka announced as she checked her phone.

"It makes sense, no one would know to look for them," Todoroki murmured thoughtfully. "The rest of us are runaways, and he's supposed to be rather intelligent."

"And Mail can't follow them back to him," Kirishima added, getting some nods from the others.

"Then it's settled!" Uraraka grabbed a pencil to scribble their name next to Nighteye's agency on the map of Japan, marking their claim on it. Mina just quietly sighed as she watched, her usually bright smile replaced by a sour pout.

They'd already left the karaoke bar and returned to Kuroe's place a while ago to begin plotting who'd go where. Partially so they could plan without Mail hovering nearby, but also because abandoned buildings didn't really have working heating. Todoroki could only set so much stuff on fire for warmth without the rest of the building catching fire, and he refused to do it anyway since it was just a giant fire hazard.

They hadn't returned alone though, as Shouji had come along too. And since the runaways treated the buddy system like law, Tsuyu came too. Even now the frog girl laid curled up on the living room couch covered in blankets, still recovering from the cold. For that reason they'd opted to hold the meeting in the living room, with the map spread on the floor between them.

A lot of places on the list had been filled in, pairs and groups assigned to cities all over Japan. Shouji had even volunteered to recruit some of the other runaways to help with the search efforts in some of the more "low-key" areas. Enough had been briefed on the situation with the dimension jumpers to have a steady supply of volunteers.

The only name missing so far was Mina's own.

Her expression soured even further at the thought. Despite Uraraka bringing her that wig and a notebook full of all these crazy ideas on how to disguise herself, the others had deemed Mina's appearance too distinct to take the risk. According to them, she'd just run away too recently to take any chances. All of the locations were clustered in the same region, so they figured plenty of heroes would still be on the lookout for a teenage girl with pink skin.

It bugged her because even Kiri got assigned to go search, volunteering to join Shouji on a trip to somewhere she didn't care to remember. With his hair dyed red he already looked way different, and it was easier to further disguise him than Mina's pink skin. Just add a pair of glasses, some foundation to cover his scar and maybe fake horns, and he'd be unrecognizable.

These wouldn't be short day trips, either. They'd be multi-day excursions with a lot of waiting involved, spending a total of two days in the cities. No one expected to find this Porter guy in just a couple hours; they had no set times on when he might show up, and it'd suck to leave and just miss him. It'd basically be a long, extended stakeout complete with alternating shifts.

That was how they tried to frame it to Mina to show she wouldn't be missing out on much, but that didn't stop the bitter disappointment.

Seeing Jirou and Kaminari's name added just further frustrated her. At this point Mina was the only one not directly helping with the search. Todoroki and Uraraka planned to check out some places after meeting Midoriya in Nabu and catching him up on everything. Even An-chan had easily volunteered to check out the places in Kamino since she lived there.

She sighed for the umpteenth time that hour, and she knew the others noticed from how they side-eyed her. "You know, we should probably have someone check out that statue," Uraraka suggested after a beat. "That Porter guy was interested in it, right?"

"It is one of the only changes we know varies," Shouji said with a nod. "It seemed like he kept a list of them since he had that notebook and all."

The obvious attempt to placate her just made Mina scowl. "Kouda can have his birds handle all of Odawara and you know it," she grumbled, and the others fell silent. Even if the birds couldn't tell apart foreigners and Japanese people, they at least knew the color brown. Mina knew because he'd used birds to search for people and stuff during training exercises back home, including one where they had to find a dummy in the woods. Aizawa-sensei had described its clothing, including a brown sweater, and Kouda had won the best time easily.

Brown hair might be on the common side, but there were also plenty of birds in Odawara despite it being the dead of winter. They could just follow any people they saw while another went to get Kouda or someone else to check out the lead. Mina might not be the most strategic person, but even she could tell that Kouda could probably handle searching Odawara on his own.

And judging by their silence, everyone else knew that too.

Tsuyu shifted on the couch behind them to sit up a bit, still bundled in multiple layers of blankets. "For what it's worth, it's good to have one of you stay behind so Mail will stay, kero," she pointed out, reasonable as ever. "If everyone from 1-A leaves Odawara, he wouldn't have any reason to expect you to return. At that point, it would be smarter for him to just try to go home, kero."

"I guess," Mina huffed, still mildly miffed, but at least Tsu-chan raised a good point. They had to play keep away with Mail as long as possible, or at least until Midoriya got out with Aizawa-sensei, Bakugou and whoever else might need to be rescued. Mail just knew way too much, and if the heroes learned about the rescue plan they'd probably make it this whole giant thing.

Mina liked big exciting operations, but that would just mean extra time while the heroes planned it. Plus, they'd probably want to try to take out the whole League or Alliance or whatever while they were there. That was fine and all, but that would make it take even more time and be way more likely to have casualties, and they might end up arresting Mido too.

Yeah, better to at least get Midoriya out before going to heroes. An escape/rescue was way simpler than a giant organization-crushing raid.

...She still felt pretty bitter about being stuck here doing nothing though. "Come on guys, isn't there anything else I can do?" she whined. "I don't want to just sit around doing nothing!" Everyone looked at each with small grimaces.

"Sorry Ashido, I can't really think of anything else," Kirishima said, getting some apologetic nods of agreement.

"You can make coffee for Kuroe," Todoroki suggested, and if she didn't know he was so socially inept and thus actually meant that she might have thrown a throw pillow at him.

"Think of it like being on reserve," Shouji said. "If something goes wrong with one of the investigations, it will be good to have someone who knows everything stay behind, just in case."

"I guess," Mina started, still sullen, but then paused. The implications of his statement set in, and she could tell it did for everyone else too.

"...There's probably going to be a disaster at one of these places, isn't there," Uraraka realized sourly, and everyone could only nod, Mina and Kiri giving small groans. With their luck, this absolutely would go sideways for someone. Maybe having one person sit out really was a good idea, just in case.

The day passed slowly but surely, and eventually Shouta found himself curled on his side listening to Hizashi's show in part of a now-familiar routine. Today had been surprisingly eventful given the discovery of Sushi's Quirk. They still didn't know what, exactly, it entailed since obviously invisibility wouldn't let her bypass doors. Hijack apparently suspected she'd used it to escape on a few previous occasions when he'd thought she'd been hiding. It seemed Mustard had also briefly seen her before in the hallways.

In any case, the cat had been found, and measures had been taken to at least ensure no one would hurt her if she escaped in the future. Shouta still felt anxious about her potentially roaming a base full of villains. Even with rules in place, some likely wouldn't care about stooping to a new low by harming a defenseless kitten. He could only hope that Shigaraki's known favoritism towards Midoriya would be enough to shield her from harm.

His gaze flickered to his mittened hands, mouth thinning with displeasure. If he could just pet her again... The thought just brought back the memories of her soft fur against his bare hands, and his mood sank for completely different reasons. He forced himself to banish all those thoughts with a quiet huff, letting his eyes slide shut and focusing on Hizashi's voice.

The show was nearing the end, making him mildly irritated at himself for getting distracted in the first place. The fact he got to listen at all was a privilege he couldn't guarantee he'd be able to keep forever. Even if Midoriya never turned out to secretly be a twisted sadist, Shouta had learned long ago that nothing was guaranteed with even the nicest captors. Last night had been the first time the boy hadn't delivered dinner, and Shouta expected that meant these regular visits would start to dwindle as he focused on his own life again.

His thoughts had just strayed to the day's ordeal with Sushi after Hizashi went on a tangent about a stray cat that hung out near the studio. Unfortunately, it seemed he'd already wrapped up that story by the time Shouta paid attention again, heading towards his usual end-show spiel. He rolled over to face the phone as he listened, intent on actually paying attention this time.

"So before I sign off for the night, I do want to say a couple things," Hizashi said. "So as I'm sure some of you know, on Monday I had a little surprise meet and greet over in Kamino. And I have to say, it was great! I got to meet some great people, even a couple long-time listeners that still had posters from when this show first went on the air! I haven't seen one in the wild in years, and I suddenly got to see two in one day! It felt so vintage, yo!"

Because Midoriya sat directly behind the phone Shouta noticed him briefly jolt at the last part, making Shouta pause. The boy stared at the phone with wide eyes, posture suddenly very stiff and rigid compared to before. The shift made Shouta's eyes narrow, and he kept a close eye on him as Hizashi continued.

"But along with that, I also met some people who seemed to be in a hard spot right now." Hizashi's voice became a little more serious, and Midoriya's eyes seemed even wider. "They didn't actually say anything so I can't be totally sure, but after so long you develop an eye for these things, you know? And even if I suspect it, I can't really always ask, especially with a crowd around. There's some stuff that you just can't talk about in public like that. Not unless they make the first move.

"So I want to remind my listeners that if you need any help and we happen to meet, you can tell me," he declared. "I don't care if it's as little as being bullied at school, or as big as getting pulled in over your head with the wrong crowd. People might forget sometimes because I'm more known for radio these days, but I'm an entertainer second, and a Pro Hero first. I got in this line of work to help people. I just need to know for sure you're willing and ready to accept that help."

His voice held a note of genuine compassion and sincerity that would normally make Shouta's chest swell with pride, but right now he focused almost entirely on Midoriya. The kid seemed almost petrified as he boggled the phone, face almost comically pale and worry almost written plain on his face. Shouta had a pretty good idea about why he was reacting like that.

"Well, hope that wasn't too much of a downer note to end the show on!" Hizashi continued, back to his usual jovial tone. "Some things just need to be said though, you know? Anyways, that's all for tonight. Thanks for tuning in everyone, now be sure to get some shut-eye! Especially any kids, it's a school night and I know exams are coming up!" Shouta allowed his attention to return to the phone for the usual sign-off. "And as always, to my favorite listener..."

And then there was a brief pause, barely more than a second long. "I really hope you're listening tonight. I don't know when we meet again, but I speak for myself and many others when I say it's been way too long, and we're looking forward to it."

And now Shouta's heart leapt into his throat as he nearly bolted upright, catching the unspoken implications so subtly woven into his words. 'We know for a fact you're alive, and we're all looking for you.' His eyes felt like they were bulging at the phone, he felt like he couldn't breathe as Hizashi finished up, "Thanks again for tuning in listeners! And remember, we're airing a new episode of 'Put Your Hands Up! Radio' every weekday this month, so tune in tomorrow! They're a little shorter, but they're still super-cool! Until then, stay safe!"

As the outro jingle aired Shouta felt a heavy swell of emotions he couldn't identify swarm in his chest, almost painful in how powerful they were, but he couldn't focus on it right now. His gaze returned to Midoriya, who still stared at the phone with wide eyes. Shouta swallowed harshly, hesitating for a moment, but he knew he had to check, find out for sure. "...Kid," he muttered, voice close to a croak.

It apparently startled Midoriya, the boy jumping and snapping his head up with an almost sheepish look. "Y-yes, A—sensei?" he stammered, stumbling over his words and squeaking out the title. Shouta had to school his expression to remain neutral, even as he kept picking out more and more nervous signs from the now-fidgeting boy.

"Why did you suddenly get so nervous when he mentioned those posters?" he asked, and Midoriya actually flinched, panic flashing across his face. Guilt replaced it seconds later before he ducked his head with a sheepish look.

"I... might have... gone-to-get-Mic's-autograph-on-Monday," he mumbled, rushing through the last few words. Shouta still picked them up clearly though, eyes narrowing.

"So the friends with Quirk trouble was just a cover?" he asked evenly, making sure not to sound accusatory even as he felt a pang of... something. Betrayal, perhaps? Disappointment that Midoriya had lied about it?

The boy jolted though and quickly shook his head, waving his hands in denial. "No, no, that was true! But it was too hard to talk about it over text so we thought it'd work better if we met up in person, b-but I can't just go somewhere so far away like that randomly, so I looked online and Present Mic had just announced that meet-and-greet, and they were in Kamino and I get hero autographs all the time—okay well not all the time, but I mean I do it often enough that it wouldn't be weird to ask Kurogiri to send me there—"

"Midoriya, breathe," Shouta reminded him, and the kid promptly stopped his frantic stream of consciousness to gulp in a large breath of air. As he did Shouta eyed him thoughtfully. "So you didn't know about the event until after you left the room?"

"N-no, not at all!" the boy denied quickly. "It was just a giant coincidence he had the signing planned, actually, he only announced it while we were listening to the show! We didn't expect it to work out so well, really!" Shouta nodded slowly, feeling some of that odd, unhappy feeling recede. Somehow, knowing Midoriya hadn't tried to actively cover it up with an elaborate ruse felt weirdly reassuring. Even if he'd still avoided mentioning it afterwards.

He had to consciously keep his expression blank as he nodded, rolling over again to face away from the kid. "Fine. It doesn't really matter anyway. I'm tired, and we should probably both go to sleep since it's late." He spoke bluntly as always, voice a bit more tired than usual, but his tone softened a bit as he added, "Thanks for letting me listen."

There was a brief pause on Midoriya's part, and even without looking Shouta could feel Midoriya's hesitation, no doubt wanting to say something. With how the conversation had gone, it probably felt like Shouta was mad at him, and the kid seemed to hate leaving on bad terms. Eventually though he heard Midoriya get up. "Y-yeah, okay," he said softly. "Good... good night, Eraserhead."

With that quiet farewell he heard Midoriya's footsteps head to the door, followed by it opening and closing. When Shouta heard the quiet click of the lock he allowed a large exhale, his body uncurling as he let his thoughts consume him.

There was one other major takeaway from all this, his mind already making rapid-fire connections even before Hizashi signed off. Midoriya Izuku, while largely unknown, had been known to the heroes for some time before his capture. Shouta still didn't know how long had passed since then, but it should be more than enough for Sir Nighteye's team to put together a detailed forensic recreation of his face and investigate him.

Even though they'd kept the full investigation and details discreet even from other agencies, UA's former staff would probably be the first to be read in. He knew Nezu was already working with them on it, so it was only logical they'd be at the top of the list to be informed. It would be strange if Hizashi hadn't seen that image by now, and he probably recognized Midoriya at the event given his spiel about people in dangerous situations.

And combined with that message at the end, they likely realized Shouta was now in the Alliance's custody.

The thought had his heart racing. Whenever a missing hero was confirmed to be alive, the three month rule went out the window and all efforts would redirect to finding them. He didn't want to get his hopes up too much, but at long last he felt like there was a light at the end of the tunnel. A chance at freedom, at finally escaping this hell—

And a chance for everything to go to hell and everyone to die because they still had no idea what they were up against—

No. Shouta banished the thoughts with a shaky inhale, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't focus on the negative. He needed to have faith in everyone, trust that they wouldn't charge in blindly. After this long they wouldn't be reckless and rush it, they'd know to be patient.

Just a little longer. He just needed to hold on, and hope none of the villains realized this.

(Elsewhere in the Alliance's base, Kurogiri laid curled on his bed staring at the radio, golden eyes blank and thoughtful. He reached out to turn off the knob, leaving his room in silence.)

I promised I'd have a Tokoyami hint show up before Chapter 80. I delivered. La Brava and the Gentle Criminal crew now know that Jirou and Kaminari are investigating them.

More importantly though, I have an unfortunate announcement:

Ignite will be on break next Monday.

Ignite's draft is getting really low—as in, I only have part of Chapter 81 written, and I'm debating if I should move that to Chapter 80 which would involve throwing away a chunk of what's written for 80. The next couple chapters set up some major events, so I want to do some serious editing on them just to make sure it's all viable in the end! I'll be using this week and next to build up the buffer a bit more. That said, I think you guys will really enjoy what I have planned.

On that note, if you haven't read Aftershock yet (the other MHA story I'm writing with CocoaNerd), now's a good time to check it out! We just posted Chapter 17 on Friday. Without going into spoilers: that chapter is basically Looney Tunes, MHA edition. It opens with a note advising people to open Yakety Sax and Spanish Flea in other tabs/windows while reading it. The overall story's not crack, but 17 is pretty dang close because it involves some major trolls. So please do yourselves a favor and check it out!

Question for next time: who would have been a FUN heroics teacher instead of All Might?