Smoke 12

It had been a week since 1-A had done their initial hero training exercise. The next exercise that they had to do was Stealth missions. The Heroes were required to sneak from the start point all the way to the top of the building, doing whatever was necessary to achieve the goal; they'd been disallowed to traverse the exterior of the building or use the surrounding buildings at all during the exercise.

Harry was, for better or worse, the measuring post for the rambunctious class 1-A. His efficiency and efficacy during the exercises, being the valiant hero and the uncompromising, unscrupulous villain in equal measure won the class over. The best thing Harry had done, not that he would willingly admit it, was to leave gaps in his fighting style; it wasn't meant to be patronising but rather give his peers a chance to beat him.

So far only Bakugo, Todoroki, Jiro and surprisingly Ashido had successfully defeated Harry as a villain. Each one had done so in vastly different ways. When Harry had fought Bakugo, the Explosive Teen had managed to drive the Smoker out and over the window, before aiming his grenade gauntlet at him and partially removing the pin. Todoroki had dropped out of the vent, behind Harry before putting him in a sleeper hold and took the teen out at the knees and froze him, so Harry could flex or extend his knees to get out of the sleeper. Ashido had kicked him cleanly in the balls. Jiro, she knew Harry had the penchant to keep going, had systematically bound and on occasion caused stress-fractures throughout her boyfriend's body.

Currently, the 21 students of Class 1-A had piled onto a bus and were heading to do a specialist type of training. "Harry," Jiro called, her boyfriend was slumped against the window, sleeping. Jiro has stayed the night, she knew, Harry had a rough night's sleep. He hadn't informed her of the nature of the rough night but he'd eventually settled down. Bloodshot green eyes opened "Yeah?"

"What do you think we're going to be doing? Kirishima thinks we're doing advanced combat, Uraraka thinks it's collaboration work."

"We've done combat, we've done reconnaissance and infiltration…what is the other main field of Heroics?"

Jiro's eyes widened "You think we're doing rescue scenarios?"

"More than likely. Honestly, I'm looking forwards to it."

Yaoyorozu turned to Harry her eyes wide and a grin on her face "So the amazing Potter, the unofficial apple of Aizawa-sensei's has a weakness?"

"Not a weakness per se…but rather the field I need more training in. My normal rescue missions tend to…not finish as rescue missions…yes it's a weakness."

Aizawa chuckled and calmly intercepted the conversation "Potter isn't my favourite student. I have no favourites, but, I appreciate, his… outside influence and views when it comes to Heroics."

Harry chuckled "As I've said…Western Heroics is more protest, comedy and measuring posts. It seems mad and dangerous; but…it helps keep the Villains under control. Any villains in The West that appear, I'll bet you my last Yen that they're much worse than anything Japan has to deal with."

Bakugo grudgingly nodded "You're right…I don't like it, but, you're right. Any chance…"

Harry grinned "Get your provisional licence and convince the Principle on the advantages of it and I'll see what I can do. I mean All Might did some time abroad so America would definitely be receptive to the idea." Bakugo raised an eyebrow. "You think that?"

"Bakugo…I might misdirect you and delay you, I'll not lie to you." Harry replied as the remake of West Side Story began playing in his headphones.

"Harry…please…change the music."

"What's wrong with a classic?" He replied, raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend.

Jiro flustered "Fine. It's not my taste in music."

"It's different, plus, the story is amazing."

"It's a tragedy based on William Shakespeare!"

"Which is based on a principal archetype of storytelling."

"We're here. Also, Potter…what are you listening to?"

"West Side Story." Aizawa nodded in approval, his best friend was Present Mic who outside of his music preferences, did know good classical literature.

With that, the bus had come to a stop and everyone piled out. "Welcome to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or, the USJ!"

"Like Universal Studios Japan?" Chorused Class 1-A getting a chuckle from an unnoticed figure. They were clad in a stereotypical American-Style Spacesuit with yellow trainers. "You're not the first class to say that, your other class said that as well."

Everyone jumped as the new Hero revealed themselves. "THAT'S THE SPACE HERO: THIRTEEN!" Uraraka squealed.

"That's 13-Sensei to you." 13 replied.

Kyoka had noticed Harry's eye trailing the Teacher "You're not…"

"I'm a bloke, I'm with you and that'll never change, no-where does it say that I can't look. Besides, I'm not interested."

"You're not?"

"Not interested in lawsuits, besides, pretty sure she has a partner or at least a bump buddy within her age range."

Kyoka paused, that made a lot of sense. However, she looked over at 13 and Aizawa their eyes focused completely on Harry. Class 1-A were staring at their foreign class member with utter horror or appreciation.

"What?" Harry replied before pulling out a cigarette.

13 was fighting a blush on her face "Your conversation was a bit louder than you anticipated."

Harry shrugged "Apologies for any offence."

"None taking. It's appreciated, but, you're a little on the younger side. I have to ask if I was in my third year…"

Harry smirked "You want me to embarrass you even more? The answer would have been yes. Anyway, my foot-in-mouth, aside we've got a briefing."

13 nodded and she began to explain the nature of the USJ and what it was meant to help with. As they entered the gargantuan foyer and saw the life-like scenarios even Harry's jaw dropped. "Seriously, does UA have unlimited funding?"

"Not so much. Rather extremely exuberant donations from some of the alumni and the principal himself." Aizawa commented off handedly "Although the HPSC does contribute as well."

Harry found himself working with Shouji and Sato for the initial exercises when everything went wrong. His Scar, which had been inflicted on him by the Leeching Lord: Voldemort when he was a baby, it was known to pulse in agony in close proximity to evil…how that worked, Harry didn't know or really care.

His Scar erupted into life, the pain brought him to his knees. "Potter! Potter! What is it?" Harry with his eyes closed as the pain felt like skewers were penetrating his brain.

"Something, someone…evil…intent." Sato and Shouji looked at one another. They'd worked with Potter before, and, whilst he was an utter dick when they had messed up, he wasn't wrong.

Sato moved over to Aizawa "Senseis's…Potter is…I don't understand it, it seems like he's having a fit or something."

Aizawa turned to look at his pupil, and his eyes widened, Potter was on his knees and he was clutching his forehead. He looked and his eyes widened as a purple hole for the lack of a better word began to appear about two hundred yards away. He was stuck! He needed to help his pupil, but, he couldn't take his eye off the slowly widening rift. "Potter?"

To his relief, Potter let out a sigh that more resembled a snarl. "I'm…okay. I have a splitting headache or migraine…also, what the fuck is that?"

"That looks like a trespasser or a group of them."

Harry shook his head "Not them, big thing…big, blue, exposed brain…looks like something my cousin would try and date or sleep with."

"Potter! That is most impolite to insult your own family." Iida snapped. The boy hadn't gotten over the fact that the Smoke-Teen, was pulling out ANOTHER cigarette, and had, knocked him out by choking when they were meant to be on the same side! Every time he'd tried to even the score, the teen appeared to be five steps ahead and a caustic remark for everything he, Iida, had.

"Remind me to show you the happy family evidence…oh wait, there isn't any. If I showed you anything of them, you'd be wondering why I'm not a villain."

That rocked the class, they all respected him in one way shape or form. For some, he was a brilliant tutor, who taught them English in a fun way. Others found him a quirky, sounding board to create ideas. For Bakugo, he went to the teen for help with his explosive quirk and ideas for usage. Unfortunately, Iida could not see past a grievous insult to his own pride and a crippling blow to his ideals and dreams about what a Hero should be. Potter seemed to be an unholy figment of reality that, Iidas's dreams were exactly that…dreams.

"Good afternoon, Class 1-A, Eraserhead-san, Thirteen-san…please, forgive the intrusion…we were under the presumption that All Might was going to be here." The smoke explained, finally taking on the vaguest parody of a human.

Aizawa wanted to say something but Harry beat him to the punch "Okay…please explain why you've broken onto school grounds? I'm pretty sure that it's not just to say hello to All Might. Wait…let me guess, this is an attempt to kill him."

Harry was distracted by a rasping laugh from a teen covered in hands "It appears the class schedule was faulty, there was nothing in the records to say that there was a Diviner in the opposing party. You're right brat, we're here to kill All Might, but, since we've got his students here. Perhaps that'll leave a memory that 'HE'S NOT HERE'."

Aizawa pulled his goggles up "Thirteen protect the students." Harry rotated his neck, lit and inhaled his cigarette in one fluid motion and ground the butt beneath his boot. "Sensei…"

"Potter?"

"Call me Smoke, Eraserhead, I'm helping you."

Eraserhead looked at him "I can't…"

"You can and you will, Sensei, I know you don't want me to. I need to. You heard me talking about theoretically…"

"Taking on the entire class AND 1-B; Vlad King was really annoyed about that. He called you arrogant."

Smoke snorted as he watched the Villains rush forwards "Well, he's a dick. I want to put my money where my mouth is."

Eraserhead nodded "We like to keep our opponents alive for questioning."

Smoke chuckled "There's nothing in the phrase about fucking them up and over, you lead."

Eraserhead snorted "That's going to get you into trouble, the attitude."

"You may be right…but not today." Harry replied as he stood at the top of the flight of stairs, he went to check the pouches on his hips to find his compact Ekrisma sticks. Harry hadn't filled in a lot of forms for the HPSC, but, Powerloader for some reason liked his company, and as a result the Head of the Support Department was supplying Harry with working prototypes for anything he, Harry, could possibly want or need. During the initial hero training, the gun cocking sound had come from a sound replicator. However, the sticks on his person now…they were real.

The Hand-Villain rasped something in slang, and it appeared a group of thugs-for-hire rushed forward "Smoke, this group coming for us…they've got ranged quirks." Harry smirked "Well then…it'd be a shame to see how good they are." Eraserhead jumped first, with Smoke on his heels, as he was about to jump Iida rushed towards him.

"Potter!" Iida called. Harry turned to face him, he was side-on to Iida, half-focusing on Iida whilst trying to predict the flow of combat. "Rep?" Iida paused, Potter never called him by his title and Potter never seemed to listen when Iida had tried to keep the class in order. "As your…"

"Nope. Nyet. Nein, Rep…Your job as Class Rep is to keep the rest of the class in line. You let me worry about our sensei." He replied before forming a lance of smoke and sending it sailing down the stairs impaling a rushing thug through the knee and cutting off the man's leg. The man let out an ear-shattering scream as he tried to stem the bleeding "Oh be quiet, dude, it's a flesh wound."

"You cut off my fucking leg!" Came the agonised scream in reply. Harry snorted and stopped the class with his cutting reply "I could have buried that in your head." Harry turned to Iida "You…RUN…RUN FOR THE SCHOOL. GET THE HELP YOU REQUIRE."

Iida gulped "But I can't…"

"None of us have the natural ability to move as you can. You and I don't get along; I'm carefree and you're rigid. I can bend and twist but you…you can't or won't. If you don't a lot of people are going to die." This final comment was accompanied by another set of spears, these shrieked as they rushed across the battlefield. One of the downsides of wielding constructs of smoke is, that unless the target is in close proximity, their weak integrity degrades even quicker. So when they exploded, they exploded into plumes of smoke. Before Iida's eyes, his eyes widened, spidery trails of smoke erupted across his peer's throat, Iida was smart enough to guess that the trails were covering his body and his jaw dropped as Smoke dissolved from existence.

Jiro's eyebrows rose as she watched her boyfriend vanish, she turned to Bakugo "Bakugo…"

"Yeah, Ears?"

Jiro gave the teen a deadpan stare "You've got some accord with my Boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah…what's that to you?"

"Harry's about to do something reckless to keep us from getting hurt. Now, you and he can't…"

Bakugo nodded "I will get some answers from that uppity extra. It should be…"

"Bakugo…Potter-san has a track record for these scenarios…this came from his own mouth and reluctantly from his Headmaster and various other officials." Thirteen stated, as they scanned for the teleporter.