During their winter vacation's final hours, the students grieved over their short period of academic relief yet taut the silver lining brought upon by the familiarity of the season; as the spring semester begins, another school year soon ends. While classrooms were buzzing restlessly about the lessons learned from their recent work studies, the preparations were being produced in the confines of the school grounds to welcome their international students accurately.

After The International Hero's Championship commenced, the outcome exceeded expectations much further than previously anticipated. Thousands of U.A. Hero Course students from across the globe tested their might against their peers and rivals in a fierce two-week campaign, yet despite each one's valiant efforts- after a grueling elimination measure, only twelve, four for each year, were able to claim victory. Inadvertently, they will administer aid for our upcoming heroes through guidance, flexibility, and endurance.

Within a week of the semester, life at U.A. Japan had gone about as typically as possible—that was until today when oddity became normal.

The students of 1-A scrambled to their seats as their teacher sauntered into the classroom in his usual manner; even under personal, unusual circumstances, his disposition remained the same. "Before I make today's announcement, I'd just like to say I'm not the biggest fan of this- decision, so if you could keep your outbursts to a minimum, I'd appreciate it."

With his words, the entire class suddenly became attentive and still awaiting his statement. "Since I'm not allowed to give out all the details, I'll do my best to say what I can. So, with that being said, it's been decided that as of this year, U.A. will be taking in students abroad."

There was a collective gasp throughout the room, but Mina was the first to exclaim, "Abroad students?!"

"While we don't normally interact with other school's we've allowed them to study here for two semesters; those who will be attending earned their spot through what we've called The International Rising Hero's Championship. To my understanding, challenges were made available to students of other U.A. schools. Those who became eligible were sorted through the process of elimination until a student from each year was left to represent their school. Then, those students competed against other U.A. schools. For example, the United States has four schools: U.A. Western, Midwestern, Southern, and Northeastern. So, with that example: twelve challengers, four opponents for each year, one winner- and that's not even a guaranteed placement. But, the most extreme part of it is..." Aizawa's voice became melancholic, and the juniors were on the edge of their seats with restlessness and impatience. "Four students-" he lamented, melodramatically sulking over his podium with his head slumped downward, "I probably could've handled one student, maybe even two, but four? Am I being punished?" In light of his theatrics, a mutual sigh of relief could be ascertained; the fear of the worst had dispersed.

As the class wound down for the hour, students of 1-A had a window to discuss the information they had just learned:

"The International Rising Hero's Championship, huh? Sounds pretty legit." Sero mumbled to himself, cheek resting against the base of his palm while his gaze absently focused upward.

"The way Mr. Aizawa was making it sound, it seemed extreme. I wonder what sort of challenges they had to do?" Shoji questioned.

"They probably don't teach the same way they do here," Jiro softly muttered, twisting her mechanical pencil between her index fingers and thumbs, "What if they're a lot stronger than we are?"

"You want to know what I think?" Kirishima interjected, fingers interlocked as his hands cradled the back of his head, "I think . . . That the foreign kids are going to be super cool!"

"I was thinking the same thing!" Hagakure leaped up to enthusiastically agree.

"Just imagine all the things we'll be able to learn from them." Yaoyorozu expressed dreamily with a gleam in her eye.

"Like their music!" Started Kaminari.

"And their food!" Followed up Sato.

"Their fashion!" Aoyama prattled with enthusiasm.

"And culture." Murmured by Todoroki from the back row. "What they like to do for fun!" Uraraka continued amusingly. "International heroes-"Gushed by none other than Midoriya himself.

"Hold it!" Sternly interjected Iida, who stood up in his seat with a stoic posture. "We cannot let our excitement get in the way of the important facts! These students will not only be our peers but also our guests; how we choose to represent ourselves both as a school and a country should be nothing less than ideal! Also, it is improbable that our new companions will have learned much about Japan before their arrival. Therefore, they are not the only ones under pressure!"

"While I don't entirely agree with Iida's wording, he's not wrong." Yaoyorozu concurred.

"Won't communicating be an issue, too? I can't imagine they'll all be fluent in Japanese." Tokoyami ascertained regarding Yaoyorozu.

"Oh yeah, I wasn't even really thinking about that." Ojiro mused, gingerly swaying his tail nonchalantly.

"Which is part of why I agreed with him in the first place. However, if we are to introduce them to our culture and customs, we must do so carefully to prevent intense culture shock."

"Culture shock?" Questioned Tsu.

"It's a type of anxiety that people experience when visiting, doing business in, or living in a society that is different from their own, and like regular anxiety, the symptoms can be physical and psychological."

"Man, that sounds rough," Kaminari commented aimlessly.

"As long as we try to understand things from their perspective and ease them in slowly, they should feel comfortable in no time!" Yaoyorozu concluded with a hopeful smile.

"Sounds good to me."

"Totally!"

With only a few minutes left of class, the students remained grouped up, talking about the possible characteristics and similar interests the abroad students may have, except for Bakugo and Mineta, who had sat in their assigned seats for the entire duration of Homeroom; while he pretended not to care, Bakugo kept his ears open for peculiar information that may pertain to him, Mineta, on the other hand, skulked fearfully in place, trembling as he whispered to himself about the horrific blight that was to come with the invasion of the abroad students. Nobody paid mind to either of them.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Aizawa," Midoriya quipped from near the group's center, "You never told us when the abroad students were supposed to be here."

Rising gradually from the floor to his podium while cradled snuggly in his yellow sleeping bag, he groaned, "Monday."

For a moment, silence, then suddenly- a crowd exclamation.

"W-Wait, you don't mean this Monday-?!" Jiro blurted.

"Unfortunately . . ."

A loud whistle bellowed throughout the room, "Class 1-A!" Proclaimed Iida, "It would appear we only have three academic days and a weekend to prepare for our foreign guests! Let us proceed normally during school hours so we may have appropriate time during the evenings to plan accordingly!"

Class dismissed.