SulliMike23: Maybe, maybe not. He has some sense not to attack a teacher, but this is Deku.
Reader20448: Thank you!
Floatyy: There will be other dc aliens from earth, and a couple of them might show up in future chapters.
Sea21: Thanks! I wanna try to take it slow at first before we get to the big stuff.
Wynnt'r: And you will get more chapters. Also, Midoriya didn't even have to use his ring on him.
ProjectIceman: She gonna try, but Izuku has a more... exotic taste.
Guest W: I was checking out stuff with Beta Ray Bill, and he's too cool to not introduce. He'll probably be the only marvel character in this story, and can Midoriya lift his hammer? As Neil deGrasse Tyson would say, we may never know. As for harems, I'm not a fan of them so you won't see multiple relationships going on with Izuku.
The following morning brimmed with chaos as a flock of reporters crowded the front gate, blocking students from entering the school premises. They attempted to interrogate the students navigating through the crowd, causing them much difficulty in entering the school grounds. Amidst the chaos, an unfortunate Mineta let out a scream of terror as he was swallowed by the swarm of reporters, disappearing into the horde.
On the opposite side of the gate, the teachers struggled to fend off the reporters, trying to guide the students inside. Among them, Midoriya approached, carrying a steaming cup of coffee to join Eraserhead and an annoyed Present Mic.
"What's all the commotion about?" Midoriya inquired, his voice cutting through the chaos.
"Word got out about both All Might and yourself teaching at U.A." Eraserhead replied, as Present Mic groaned in pain. "Most likely a student leaked the information."
"Hmm, having a bad hangover, Mic?" Izuku asked.
The man only nodded weakly, shielding his eyes. "Midnight is the same inside." He groaned.
"Sounds like you need this more than me." Midoriya offered, extending the coffee.
The blonde graciously accepted the cup, walking away to soothe his migraine. As the crowd intensified around the students, Izuku patted Aizawa on the back before stepping forward to seize the crowd's attention.
"May I have a moment of your time? Kindly join me to the side of the gate, allowing the students to pass through, and I'll gladly address any questions you may have!" Izuku called out to the flock of reporters.
The students attacked by reporters found immediate relief as the horde of journalists swarmed toward the Green Lantern, eager for an interview.
"Can you believe them? I thought they were going to tear me apart!" Ochaco exclaimed, relief evident in her voice, as several students rushed through the gates.
"I almost stripped my clothes off to escape them." Toru admitted.
"That would have been highly inappropriate of you to flash the media, Hagakure!" Iida scolded her.
Behind them, one student remained in front of the gate, curled up in a fetal position with a haunted expression.
"M-monsters! H-h-horrible monsters!" Mineta whimpered from the ground.
Eraserhead let out a sigh before hoisting the boy up by his backpack and carrying him inside.
Back with Midoriya, he fielded every question thrown at him.
"Why is your costume green?" A man shouted.
"Because it's the color of will."
"What can you create with your ring?" A woman asked.
"Anything I can imagine."
"Are you and All Might teaching at U.A.?" Someone shoved a microphone in his face.
"Yes, we are."
"Have you had any relationships with other aliens?" someone asked.
"... next question!" He redirected embarrassed.
Eventually, Midoriya realized he was getting nowhere, so he decided to fly above the crowd and over the gate before landing next to Eraserhead.
"Hey, wait! We aren't done asking you—"
The female reporter's pursuit led her past the gate, triggering an alarm that prompted a large steel door to slam shut, separating the public from the school grounds. Shouts of protest echoed from the other side, but the two teachers paid them no attention as they began to walk back to the school.
"How long do you reckon they'll hang around?" Midoriya wondered.
"Likely a couple of days before they give up. Dealing with those vultures is the worst." Aizawa lamented.
"Exactly! I don't remember reporters being this bad back in space." Izuku remarked.
Outside the gate, a lone figure clad in a black hoodie stood behind the cluster of reporters, surveilling the school with an eagle eye. His attention fixated on the steel door blocking the entrance, and a sinister grin crept across his dry face.
When entering his class, Midoriya was pleasantly surprised to find all the seats occupied by eager students. Chatter filled the air as students mingled about until Midoriya entered the classroom. Instantly, the room fell silent as they hurried to their seats. Yesterday, only a third of the class was filled, but today, it was brimming at full capacity.
"Good morning, students!" Izuku greeted them. "It seems we have a significantly fuller class today!"
The newer students around whispered excitedly to each other upon seeing Midoriya.
"Since there are many new faces here today, I'll be reviewing the same assignment we covered yesterday with all of you. Those who were present yesterday will have a free period, but please refrain from causing any distractions while I'm teaching." Izuku requested.
As he began the lecture again, the free students mingled amongst themselves to pass the time. Despite their desire to include their newly transferred friends, the three 1-A girls refrained from doing so to avoid disappointing Midoriya, opting instead to keep to themselves. The additional Class 1-A students who joined included the remaining female students along with a few boys, namely Iida, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sato, and Todoroki.
However, they weren't the only hero students who joined the class. On the other side of the room, some 1-B students had also joined after witnessing the Green Lantern fly through the school during lunch yesterday. The 1-B students who joined included Tsunotori, Tokage, Tetsutetsu, Shishida, and finally, Yoarashi. From across the room, Yoarashi shot a glare at Todoroki before redirecting his attention back to their teacher.
The rest of the class was filled with students from other courses, among whom stood out a girl with grease-stained clothes, goggles, and pink hair. Despite her unconventional appearance, she paid full attention to Midoriya, eagerly absorbing any new knowledge about space that she could incorporate into her babies. After a lengthy session of teaching, Midoriya granted the class ten minutes of free time before the end of the period.
The class erupted into chatter once again as students eagerly discussed the lesson or caught up with friends. Midoriya took the opportunity to circulate among the students, answering questions and offering encouragement where needed. Meanwhile, the 1-A girls finally welcomed their fellow hero students.
"We did say this class was going to be awesome!" Mina exclaimed.
"I'm glad I made the switch. Midoriya-Sensei's teaching style is much more easier than the other instructors." Kaminari admitted.
"Midoriya-Sensei is an exceptional instructor. Do you suppose his expertise could stem from his experiences during his travels in space?" Iida raised the question.
"Considering he spent well over a decade in space, one can only imagine the extraordinary sights he's witnessed." Sato commented.
"Should you choose to remain in my class, you might learn of the many experiences I've amassed. I have countless stories I could share throughout my lectures." Someone said.
Startled, the group looked up to find Midoriya leaning over them, his form seemingly suspended inches above the ground before softly dropping down.
"And all you have to do is ask me if I believe the story is appropriate for class." Izuku told them.
Iida immediately started bowing profusely. "Forgive us, Sensei! It was never our intention to gossip about you. Please accept our sincerest apologies!"
"Relax, kid. You haven't done anything wrong," Izuku reassured him. "I'm simply going around to check on the new students and see how they're settling in."
"Thank you, Sensei!" Iida bowed deeply with gratitude.
"Since we can ask, what was your experience like being taken into space?" Uraraka's curiosity sparked as she spoke.
"Well, it all happened so unexpectedly. I was filled with terror during the entire journey to Oa, but once I arrived, I quickly settled in and began enjoying my time there." Izuku reflected.
"Did you have to do some manly training while there?" Kirishima asked.
"Yeah, I did. It was tough initially, especially considering I was just a skinny teenager back then. But once I found my rhythm, it became much easier. I even earned the opportunity to join patrols just a month into my training." Izuku revealed.
"That sounds awesome! What was your first patrol like?" Kaminari's excitement bubbled over.
"...Perhaps I'll save that story for another time." Izuku replied cryptically.
As the school bell chimed, signaling the end of the class, students started gathering their belongings to head out.
"You should head off now. Can't keep Eraserhead waiting." Izuku advised.
"Yes, Sensei!" the 1-A students chorused as they departed.
Alone in the classroom, Midoriya busied himself with preparations for the next lesson, Kaminari's question lingering in the back of his mind.
13 Years Ago:
Midoriya desperately attempted to scrub the purple blood from his uniform and face, while Tomar-Re stood by talking with the law enforcement regarding the incident. Despite his ears still faintly ringing from the implosion, Midoriya paid no mind as a fragment of brain matter dislodged from his hair while he scrubbed.
Midoriya was abruptly jolted by Tomar-Re's touch. "Are you okay, Midoriya?" He asked with concern.
The policemen he had been conversing with left to accompany the forensics team in transporting the body to the morgue.
"...Honestly sir, no." Izuku admitted.
Tomar-Re sighed, his expression sympathetic. "I'm truly sorry you had to witness something like this." He apologized earnestly.
"I knew there would be moment like this when I aspired to become a pro hero back on Earth, and I anticipated encountering them as a Green Lantern here as well. But to witness it so soon..." Midoriya's voice trailed off, his thoughts reflecting on the stark reality of his chosen path.
"I understand, Midoriya. Look, I'm going to arrange for transportation from Oa to come pick you up and bring you back-" Tomar-Re began to say.
"Wait, you want me to leave?" Izuku interrupted, surprise evident in his tone.
"Whatever is unfolding here is something I must handle. You've been through a traumatic event, so I believe it's best for you to return." Tomar-Re insisted.
"Why? I can help you." Izuku countered.
"No, Midoriya! I won't subject you to any more horrors like this." He insisted firmly.
"I'm sorry, sir. But I've just witnessed an innocent man being killed in an attempt to solve a mystery, while someone else was forced to commit murder to conceal this secret. I refuse to return to Oa until we both deal with this issue." Izuku declared with determination.
"...Why?" Tomar-Re questioned.
Izuku was momentarily taken aback by the question, but he responded firmly. "Because it's the right thing to do. I was chosen by this ring because I have the ability to make a difference, and I won't compromise my ideals, even if it means facing danger." He stated.
Tomar-Re gazed wordlessly at Midoriya for an extended moment, seemingly wrestling with his thoughts before turning his attention to Izuku.
"You understand that remaining here will subject you to experiences unsuitable for someone of your age." He cautioned.
"I understand, sir." Izuku responded.
Tomar-Re sighed heavily. "Very well. If you choose to remain, you must listen to every order I issue. No straying on your own, as you did earlier." He commanded.
"Yes, sir!" Izuku saluted.
"Now, let us proceed to the morgue to examine the evidence pertaining to the two recently deceased." Tomar-Re declared.
After a brief flight, the duo arrived at the police headquarters housing the bodies. The guard at the front gate didn't bother them for identification and granted them passage without delay. Passing several officers who cast quick glances their way, they entered the morgue. Immediately, they spotted the analyst examining the bodies alongside another individual, a blue-skinned woman with short pink hair. She stood beside Dunik's lifeless form on the table, her expression filled with sorrow.
The analyst promptly noticed them immediately and approached.
"Welcome, Green Lanterns." He greeted.
"What information do you have for us?" Tomar-Re questioned.
"Upon examining the female's fatal wound closely, I discovered remnants of a nanite bomb. Regrettably, due to the minuscule size of the shards, I cannot determine its origin, but I can confirm it was injected while she was on this planet." He disclosed.
"And our friend?" Tomar-Re inquired with a tinge of sadness.
"Officer Dunik was poisoned. While it's possible to produce such a toxin on this planet, the specific type used on him isn't native. He fell victim to a substance known as Lung Rott, which operates precisely as its name suggests. As for how it arrived here, that remains a mystery." He replied.
As Tomar-Re continued to discuss with him, Izuku stood beside the grieving woman.
"Were you close?" He asked gently.
She sniffed before replying, "Yes. He took me under his wing when I joined the force."
"I'm sorry we couldn't save him." Izuku apologized.
"I doubt there was anything anyone on the planet could do. Was it quick?" She asked.
"Only a few seconds." Izuku reassured her.
Suddenly, the door to the room was slammed open, revealing a heavyset man with pink skin and graying hair.
"What do you think you're doing here!" He questioned loudly.
Tomar-Re was the first to respond. "We're conducting an investigation into the deaths of an officer and a killer. I've taken charge as the officer was a dear friend of mine and was killed under my watch."
"Well, that doesn't matter anymore. This investigation falls under our jurisdiction now. We don't want some foreign agency interfering with this case." He declared with a glare.
"Unfortunately, it does matter. Before Officer Dunik was killed, he requested my assistance in an ongoing investigation, one that now involves his own demise. That places this investigation squarely under my authority." Tomar-Re challenged firmly.
"I don't care about your authority. This matter will be handled under my personal supervision. So, I suggest you take your fish ass and your pet off of my planet." He retorted.
Tomar-Re merely raised a bored eyebrow in response. "Then I suggest we bring this matter to your council. I'm quite certain they would be interested to learn why one of your officers was poisoned by a foreign substance that managed to evade your security checkpoint." He countered coolly.
"One wrong move, and I'll have both of your butts out of here." He warned before turning to the girl. "And what are you doing here, Sega? Don't you have those reports to finish?" He questioned.
"Sorry, Warden Molzo. I'll get to it." Sega replied.
With that, she quickly exited the room, followed by the warden, who cast one final glare at the Green Lanterns before slamming the door closed.
"Sorry about that. You caught him on a bad day." The analyst apologized for his boss's behavior.
"Doesn't matter. Can you provide me with a file on the poison?" He requested.
"Right away." The analyst obeyed before leaving.
"What's our next move, sir?" Midoriya asked.
Tomar-Re turned to Izuku. "We're going to seek some answers, and I know just the place to find them."
Present Day:
During lunch, Class 1-A gathered together while Todoroki and Bakugou opted for a different spots, the latter grumbling about last class. The others celebrated the appointment of Iida as their new class representative, with Yaoyorozu serving as his trusted second. Momo blushed, visibly flustered by the attention, while Iida maintained his composure, although a subtle rosy tint graced his cheeks.
"We sincerely appreciate your trust in us as your representatives." Iida expressed earnestly.
"Don't sweat it, Iida. Loosen up a bit, or we might have to reconsider." Kaminari teased playfully.
"Iida's correct. We'll endeavor to fulfill our duties to the utmost of our abilities." Momo added with determination.
"We have faith in you, but remember, facing Aizawa-Sensei's wrath won't be pleasant." Jiro teased, causing both Iida and Momo to shiver with fear.
Before any further conversation could unfold, alarms blared throughout the school, sending a wave of uncertainty among the first-year students. Their confusion turned to concern as they observed the older students, second and third years, frantically fleeing the premises.
"What's going on?" Iida urgently questioned a passing third-year student.
"It's a level three alarm! A villain has breached U.A.! This has never happened before in my entire time here!" The student exclaimed before dashing away.
"Everyone, follow us closely in a single-file line." Iida commanded, his voice firm with authority.
"Stay together and stick with the person next to you." Momo advised, her tone calm yet decisive.
As the class followed the fleeing students out of the cafeteria, they encountered a problem when the halls became crowded with panicked students. Some of the Class 1-A students began to get separated from one another, and Momo got pressed against the windows. As she struggled against the pressed bodies of other students, she noticed a commotion coming from outside.
"There are journalists outside! They're the ones who triggered the alarm!" Momo revealed, her voice urgent.
Amidst the chaos, Iida spotted Uraraka nearby. He pushed through the crowd, reaching out his hand. "Uraraka, slap my hand!" He called out.
Confused but trusting him, Uraraka slapped his hand with all five fingertips. Instantly weightless, Iida propelled himself upward, grasping onto a ceiling beam.
"Iida, catch!" Yaoyorozu's voice rang out.
When Iida glanced in Yaoyorozu's direction, he spotted a megaphone hurtling toward him. Reacting swiftly, he reached out and managed to catch it just before it fell to the ground.
"Everyone, it's just the press outside! There are no villains!" Iida's voice boomed through the megaphone, cutting through the chaos. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves! We are students of U.A., act like it!"
As Iida's words sank in, a wave of shame washed over the crowd of students. Gradually, they began to compose themselves, walking through the halls calmly and in orderly fashion. Uraraka released Tenya when he neared the ground, landing among his classmates. Instantly, they surrounded him, shouting praises and words of admiration.
"Way to go, class prez!" Mina exclaimed with a grin.
"That was manly, Iida!" Kirishima shouted, pumping his fist in approval.
Mineta, on the floor, kissed Iida's shoes repeatedly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I would've been crushed to death if it wasn't for you!" He expressed his gratitude fervently.
Iida became embarrassed and attempted to gently pry Mineta off his leg. "If Yaoyorozu hadn't given me the megaphone, I don't think I would've gotten through to them." He admitted gratefully.
"He's right. Good job, Yaomomo." Gogo chimed in with a smile.
"Yaomomo!?" Momo questioned, slightly taken aback.
"Ashido came up with the nickname, and we all agreed it suits you. So, you're now Yaomomo." Kyoka explained, nodding in agreement.
Momo's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as her friends bestowed upon her a nickname, but deep within her heart, she felt a warm glow of happiness knowing that it was bestowed upon her by her cherished first companions, igniting a sense of belonging she had long yearned for.
Outside, the teachers escorted the journalists out, cautioning them about potential legal consequences, before they were allowed to depart through the gate.
Which was now completely disintegrated.
"Do you suspect one of the reporters?" Midoriya inquired.
"I doubt it. I know several of them well, and none of their quirks align with something like this." Present Mic replied.
"Regardless of the perpetrator, we must discern their motive. A prank... or a declaration of war?" Nezu pondered.
Midoriya approached the gate, examining the decay with keen scrutiny. "There's a trace of rust along the edges. Whatever caused this deterioration didn't disintegrate the metal; it was aged away." He observed.
"Exactly my thoughts. Eraserhead, initiate a search for individuals possessing quirks capable of causing decay in any form." Nezu instructed.
"Understood." Eraserhead acknowledged before departing.
"Do you think they caused any other incidents nearby?" Present Mic inquired.
"To ensure safety, we'll conduct a security sweep of the area." Nezu stated before taking his leave.
Midoriya cast one final glance at the gate before turning back toward the school, accompanying Present Mic. With a class to attend, there was no time to linger on the mystery any longer.
Later in the day, Izuku arrived home carrying a bag of groceries. As he passed by two astonished children playing outside with chalk, he stopped at his door. With a motion, he conjured a construct of his keys, unlocking the door before winking to the children and stepping inside.
"I'm home, Mom!" He called out as he shut the door behind him.
"Hey sweetie. We have guests over, it was a spur of the moment thing." His mom shouted from the living room.
"Who do we have over?" Izuku asked as he rounded the corner.
"How are you, spurt? How come you haven't visited us in the month you've been back?" A feminine voice questioned him.
The family that greeted him consisted of three familiar faces that Midoriya used to be well acquainted with. Mitsuki Bakugou and her husband Masaru were seated on the couch, with his mom in a chair next to them. Across from them sat someone he expected to run into at U.A. first, Katsuki Bakugou.
"Uh, hey. What brings you guys around here?" Midoriya asked before setting the bag on the counter.
"You, of course!" Mitsuki exclaimed.
"We heard about you teaching at U.A., and Mitsuki here wanted to come over to congratulate you." Masaru explained.
"Even asked the brat to make sure it was true." Mitsuki added.
"Don't bring me into this, hag!" Katsuki retorted.
A smack to the head was heard. "Don't call your mother that! Now, Izuku, come give your auntie a hug." Mitsuki requested.
Izuku obliged with a quick hug before his head was suddenly smacked.
"That's for scaring your mother to death for nine months. Couldn't you have sent a letter from space or something!?" She berated.
"Oh Mitsuki, leave my boy alone. All that matters is that he's back now." Inko scolded her friend.
"Fine, but maximize your guilt-tripping to rack up some favors. I certainly would." Mitsuki suggested.
"Now, dear, let's savor this reunion and take it easy. We can't linger here for too long." Her husband advised gently.
"Why do you have to leave so soon?" Izuku inquired.
"I have a business meeting via video call, and Mitsuki needs to get to bed early for her morning photoshoot." Masaru clarified.
"Oh, another photoshoot! Let's go discuss it while our boys catch up on lost time." Inko suggested, gesturing for their kids to leave.
"Tch, whatever." Katsuki grumbled before stomping off.
Izuku sighed quietly as he followed the pomeranian to his bedroom. Once inside, he phased his suit away, revealing a casual t-shirt and jeans, before closing the door behind him.
"So, Bakugou. It's been a while." Izuku began, breaking the silence.
Bakugou remained silent, his glare intense.
"I'll be honest with you, I haven't been looking forward to this conversation since I returned." Izuku confessed.
"Is that so?" Katsuki growled, his tone sharp.
"I've had thirteen years to reflect on our so-called 'friendship'. And I realized long ago that we were never truly friends, especially since my quirk never manifested." Izuku admitted, his voice tinged with sadness.
"Of course we weren't friends, you were just a quirkless Deku, nothing more." Bakugou shot back.
"Really? Then why was I chosen and not you, the pros, or anyone with a quirk?" Izuku challenged him, his tone firm.
"Because those old little blue men didn't realize they picked the most useless person on the planet." Bakugou retorted bitterly.
"You didn't bother listening to the hearing, huh? They didn't choose me; the ring did. And it's never made a mistake once in its entire existence." Izuku clarified, his conviction unwavering.
"Please, you were always weak in school. Now you think you're tough shit just because you gained powers?" Bakugou challenged, his tone dripping with contempt.
"Want to know something? I could've ended your career before it even started. I still have a couple of scars on my body that belong to you. I could've told U.A. and every hero school in Japan what kind of man you are, because I know all too well." Izuku revealed, his words carrying weight.
For a moment, Bakugou felt the weight of his fragile chances of becoming a hero, but he fought to maintain his composure and not show it.
"But I didn't, because I looked past that and saw the potential you have to be a great hero. Even after everything you did to me, I still believe you have the chance to be great. But understand this, if you make one wrong move, I will reveal everything you've done prior to U.A.," Midoriya warned, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of hope.
Bakugou's hands crackled with mini explosions, and for a moment, he seemed on the verge of lashing out. However, his mom's voice calling out to them from the living room interrupted the tense moment.
"Hey brat! Say goodbye to your friend, I don't want to miss out on my beauty sleep," Mitsuki shouted, breaking the tension with her characteristic bluntness.
Bakugou immediately ceased his explosions and clicked his tongue at Midoriya before striding past him, purposefully bumping his shoulder into Izuku's. However, Izuku remained still, not even staggering at the contact.
"Goodbye, Mitsuki! Come back soon!" Inko called out as her friend left through the door.
"You bet! And let's make your son take us out somewhere nice." Mitsuki half-joked before departing.
Inko shut the door and turned to her son, noticing his troubled expression. "Is something wrong, honey?" She asked, her concern evident.
"... yeah. Mom, I need to tell you something about my time at Aldera. You'll want to sit down for this." Izuku advised, his voice serious.
In all his life, Izuku had never seen his mother look so enraged, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry at her killer expression.
The next day, Class 1-A assembled in their costumes, ready to board the bus. As they entered, they scattered to sit wherever they pleased, much to Iida's disappointment, who preferred a more orderly approach. To Eraserhead's annoyance, the bus ride was filled with chatter the entire way. He found himself having to step in multiple times, especially when Bakugou's aggression flared up in response to his classmates' jokes. Eventually, they arrived at the USJ, where both Kaminari and Mina had to be reminded that this wasn't Universal Studios Japan.
Iida had already rushed out of the bus to take on the responsibility of escorting everyone outside. However, his attempts were ultimately ignored as his classmates marveled at the size of the dome before them. As they followed Eraserhead inside, they were greeted by a variety of environments, each with its own unique sights. At the top steps, they spotted a pro hero waiting for them, ready to guide them through their training.
"Welcome, students, to rescue training." Thirteen greeted them warmly.
"It's pro hero Thirteen!" Uraraka whispered excitedly to her classmates, unable to contain her excitement.
"Today, you will be learning how to rescue civilians in different environments, some of which can be dangerous." Thirteen explained to the class.
The entire class seemed excited for the lesson, with most students eagerly anticipating the challenge. However, Tokoyami and Todoroki maintained their stoic expressions, seemingly focused on the task at hand. The only one who appeared displeased was Bakugou, his distaste for rescue work evident as he yearned for action against villains.
"Thirteen, where's All Might?" Aizawa questioned.
Thirteen held up three fingers to indicate the delay. "He got held up and can't make it." She explained.
"That buffoon. Continue on then," Aizawa instructed with a sigh, resigned to carry on without the iconic hero.
"Now class, as I mentioned, today's training will focus on rescue operations, utilizing your quirks to aid in saving civilians, much like I do," Thirteen revealed to the attentive students. "As many of you may know, I can create black holes with my fingers, using them to suck up debris and clear paths for civilians. While my quirk is incredibly useful for assisting people, it also holds the potential to cause harm or even kill if not used carefully."
The weight of Thirteen's words settled heavily on the young students, causing some to feel a sense of apprehension. They began to contemplate the potential consequences of their quirks if they were to lose control and inadvertently harm the very people they were meant to protect. It served as a sobering reminder of the responsibility that came with their abilities.
"That's why it's crucial for you to maintain full control of your quirks, especially in this field, or you may make a mistake that could haunt you for the rest of your life." Thirteen emphasized. "Today's lesson is designed to help you develop that control, as here at U.A., we strive to nurture you to your full potential. Thank you." Thirteen's words carried a sense of encouragement and responsibility, underscoring the importance of their training.
The class erupted into applause for Thirteen's impactful speech, showing their appreciation. After the applause died down, Aizawa stepped forward to address them, ready to continue the day's training.
"As Thirteen explained, we will be simulating various scenarios in rescue operations today. Each team will tackle a different sector, and we'll rotate teams after each exercise concludes." Aizawa announced, outlining the structure of the day's training.
Just as Aizawa finished speaking, Kaminari's earpiece suddenly emitted static. Frowning in confusion, he reached up to check it, only to discover that he had no signal coming through. Meanwhile, down below near the fountain, a dark, misty portal materialized, spreading wide open. From it emerged a lone figure covered in multiple hands, followed by several other costumed individuals.
The sudden appearance of the portal and the mysterious figures sent a ripple of unease through the students, who instinctively moved closer together, their training forgotten for the moment. As real villains emerged, the students were plunged into a sudden and unexpected confrontation with danger.
Aizawa's heart sank with dread as he witnessed the dozen villains entering the dome. Fear gripped him as he contemplated the safety of his students, as well as Thirteen, knowing that they were now faced with a grave and unpredictable threat.
Elsewhere, Midoriya's ring suddenly emitted a warning beep, signaling imminent danger within the school grounds.