Plummeting through the air at what was most likely terminal velocity wasn't something Izuku had imagined he would experience again. The whole idea of jumping off a roof was to not continue one's existence. Yet here he was, falling like it was nobody's business. A slightly morbid thought sprang to the forefront of his mind. 'I wonder if I'd be revived again if I didn't stop myself'. He let himself contemplate it a bit longer, idly noting that he was about 20 feet from going splat against what looked to be a rubble-strewn landscape. Power lines protruded from the ground at odd angles, buildings reduced to concrete chunks and fine shards of glass. The angel sighed quietly to himself before teleporting unto the uneven ground below him with nary a thought.

Izuku took in the rest of his surroundings with intrigue as well as trepidation. Steeling himself as much as he could, the teen set off in the direction with the least amount of obstacles. 'Can't risk flying, it'd be far too easy to gain the wrong kind of attention. Teleportation should be used as little as possible too. Though, I'm really starting to question how the hell this could happen in the first place'.

"Today, we'll be doing Foundational Heroics a bit differently. You lot'll be going to an off-campus training facility for rescue training", Aizawa said in his usual deadpan tone, staring blankly at his students.

Whispers erupted from the kids of class 1-A. Guesses as to where they would be going were exchanged until their teacher silenced them, his glare being enhanced further by the activation of his quirk.

"All Might, one other teacher, and myself will be supervising. You can also wear your costumes if you want, though it isn't required", the hero continued. On cue, the briefcases containing the class's hero-wear slid out of the wall.

"Meet me in the parking lot after you change, a bus will be waiting to take us there". The shabby man stalked out of the classroom, smirking slightly why he heard the clamor of desk chairs scraping against the flooring, and his students' footsteps echoing into the hall. 'They're finally learning'.

-XXX-

Izuku had felt the pit form in his stomach as soon as Aizawa finished explaining their plans for Foundational Heroics. The sense of foreboding loomed over him like overcast skies. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he would tell Aizawa about it as soon as he got the chance. Lost in thought, he failed to notice the towering form of Inasa walking up to him. A large hand landing lightly on his shoulder, jolting him from his thoughts.

"Izuku, are you doing ok?" Concern laced his friends voice. The teen couldn't help but notice that Inasa's torso was bare, drawing a lot of attention to his physique.

"I'm alright", Izuku said quietly, eyes lingering on the taller boy's chest before meeting his gaze. The look on the wind user's face showed his disbelief, but to his relief, his friend dropped the subject. Hitoshi, who had witnessed the exchange, smirked, an idea springing to the forefront of his mind. He leaned into the angel's space, before whispering, "I'm guessing you liked the view, huh?"

Izuku's face turned bright red, his head snapping back to his companion, the insomniac's smirk still in place. Without much thought, one of his wings unfurled, whacking Hitoshi square in the face. The boy groaned in pain, holding his reddening nose, and glaring at Izuku, who stuck his tongue out. The boy snickered when he heard muttered curses and threats of revenge, going back to changing. While, the pit in his stomach hadn't let up, he felt a bit calmer than before.

-XXX-

Class 1-A stood in front of the bus, every student in their respective hero costume. Izuku and his small group of friends stood to the side closest to the doors of the vehicle. He had brought up his worries about the trip, and Aizawa seemed to take him seriously, though he did try to reassure him that something bad was unlikely to occur.

"Should we even bother with assigned seating? The layout could be open for all we know", Hitoshi drawled, looking about ready to collapse from exhaustion. All he cared for at this point was the nap he'd get to take during the ride.

"It's not really up to us, though", reasoned Izuku. At that, all eyes turned towards their teacher. Aizawa just sighed tiredly, answering the unvoiced question.

"It's an open plan, sit wherever you want".

Catching the words of the man, they clambered onto the bus, friends sitting as close to each other as possible. Izuku was sat between Inasa and Asui. Momo, Kyoka, and Fumikage talking quietly amongst themselves, Hitoshi added his own two cents ever so often but was clearly dozing. The bus pulls out of the lot some minutes later, every student being just as excited as their peer. All are either trading ideas of where they would be going or making guesses about who their mystery teacher would be.

Izuku already had a pretty good guess of who it would be. UA's teachers were all heroes. The fact that those heroes taught at the illustrious UA High shot them into the spotlight, or at the very least, made their name much more common among civilians and the like. Thirteen was a rescue heroine that just so happened to be a teacher at the school. Adding to the fact that she wasn't seen on campus very often suggested that she was somewhere else. The training facility they would be going to revolved around rescue, so it would stand to reason that a rescue hero would spend most of their time at a rescue based training facility.

A poke to his arm wrenched him out of his inner musings. He looked to his left only to find Asui staring at him intently. Before the silence could get too awkward, he voiced his question.

"Is there something you need, Asui?"

"Call me Tsu", came her blunt reply. Izuku only stared confusedly, prompting the frog girl to proceed.

"And yes, there is a question I've been meaning to ask. I apologize in advance for my straightforwardness", the girl continued, seemingly undeterred by his open bemusement. Without further preamble, she finally started her query.

"Are you an actual angel or is it just a side effect of your quirk?" The bus full of rambunctious teenagers stilled, everyone going silent. All eyes turned to the front, specifically to the greenette. 'MOTHERFUCKER!' Izuku shouted internally. On the outside, he countenance changed completely; his eyes lost a lot of their shine, turning from bright verdant and glistening gold to a sickly green and dull yellow. His posture went rigid, this particular reaction being shared with him by his friends, whose gazes also landed on him. Even Aizawa seemed to perk up a bit from his place at the front of the bus.

"I can't tell you that". He finally answered after a few moments of tense silence.

"I call bullshit!" Bakugou shouted from the back, looking to be nearly foaming at the mouth. He and Todoroki seemed to the two staring at him with the most intensity. Though the latter only seemed curious, judging from the traces Izuku could find in his eyes.

"No offense Asu- Tsu, but I can't trust you with that information yet. Or rather, I'm not sure if I can tell you in the first place". Izuku settled on telling them his honest thoughts. He continued, seeing as this was probably the only time they'd listen, "Not even Inasa or Hitoshi know about it, and I've known them for nearly a year now. I'll reveal the truth about my quirk"-he cringed internally at the word-"when I feel it's prudent."

The rest of the class was just about to erupt with question of their own, when their teacher called to them.

"Look alive everyone, we're here."

-XXX-

The USJ, as it was called, somehow looked larger on the inside. Izuku gave himself a mental pat on the back for being correct in his assumption that Thirteen was in fact their third instructor. The heroine had introduced herself to the class, and led them into the impressive structure. The class was now standing at the top of a grand staircase that led to the middle of the building.

At the very center was a fountain, with the ground around it splitting into several paths leading to the different zones. To his slight confusion, he noticed that two of the paths ended at separate domes of lesser magnitudes, almost like miniature versions of the original. Not for the first time that day, Izuku was drawn from the whirling thoughts that were his mind, this time the cause being Thirteen.

"Most of you know me and what my quirk is, yes?" The question was clearly rhetorical, though it didn't stop Uraraka from animatedly answering.

"It's called Black Hole. You use it to clear debris from disaster sites and free trapped civilians!" The floaty girl squealed excitedly, Izuku was a bit worried she'd somehow phase through the floor with how much she was vibrating. The girl's actions ceased, as if only realizing just then that a response wasn't meant to be given. He thought she did quite a good tomato impression. 'I don't think I've seen anyone blush so hard'.

Thirteen-amused by her student's mini rant-continued her speech. Going over the points that while quirks were useful tools, they could just as well be used to destroy lives. They could be dangerous in the wrong hands, but also a blessing in the right ones. The destructiveness of a quirk didn't equate to how well-suited it was for hero work. The heroine looked between Bakugou and Izuku at that point in her lecture, most likely alluding to the fact that while Izuku was a literal angel, and that it didn't mean he couldn't become a dastardly villain. Izuku shrugged noncommittally, conceding the point. As Thirteen wrapped up, the class was getting ready to voice their agreement in the form of applause, only for the ceiling lights to explode. Shards of glass rained down upon the students of class 1-A, said group protecting their heads from the onslaught.

As the heads of the students rose once more, Izuku caught sight of something down at the plaza. He couldn't really make sense of what it was; a black mist with deep purple peppering the edges of the substance was growing rapidly in size. It only stopped when the miasma stretched the entire length of the plaza. Then, like a leaky faucet, people-sinister and certainly not pleasant-flowed out of the abyss, each one looking as nasty if not more so than the last. When the last of them stepped out, the portal shrank, only hiding the fountain from view now. An additional three figures made themselves known.

Izuku felt a violent shudder travel down his spine when he spotted the third. Something about that thing felt off. He knew almost instantly it wasn't human. Leathery, bat-like wings that were perched on its back were twitching sporadically. It's patchy dark skin looked taut, as if there was barely enough to cover its body. A thin tail swayed around it in a manner that was strangely intimidating. The final things that clued him in were two slick, black horns that protruded from its head. If Izuku didn't know any better, he'd tell you with certainty that the creature was a demon or something very close to it. But that was what gave him pause. If angels could exist, why couldn't their counterparts be real? While there was the possibility it could be a quirk of some kind that altered the person's appearance, his gut told him that wasn't the case. After his short assessment, he looked to the two other figures that had taken to flanking it on both sides.

A tall scrawny man, looking to be only slightly older than the students stood to its right. Wild, blue-grey hair was held back with what looked to be a disembodied hand. More hands were clutching tightly around his torso, elbows, and forearms. The man wore all black, the only thing breaking the ensemble being his bright red, hi-top sneakers.

The other figure also gave the impression that it wasn't human, at least not anymore. Dark purple skin, married with angry red scars, muscles bulging as if they couldn't be contained. Its beak-like mouth that bared jagged, sharp teeth weren't very nice to look at. But it didn't end there; for all the world to see, the thing's brain sat on display, the eyes of the questionable looking science experiment were embedded in it. Izuku wanted to throw up at this point, but he stood rooted in place. Finally, the portal closed, contracting to reveal the form of a well dressed person made of the same mist, complete with a shiny metal neck brace.

Silence fell upon the class like a lead blanket, all of them were tense, springs coiling and twisting until they couldn't anymore. The still quiet was broken by what had to be the most manic voice Izuku had ever heard, filled with child-like glee and anticipation.

"All Might doesn't seem to be here", the intruder said, his eyes scanning the group at the top of the stairs. "Maybe he'll come if we kill a few of his precious students." The man's eyes locked onto Izuku's form. Piercing red, full of hate and malice met green and gold. Izuku shuddered once more, though it was much less of a visceral reaction.

"Kurogiri, get the angel out of away. We need to handle him separately."

"As you wish."

Mismatched eyes widened, surprise-and more importantly, fear-evident in them. 'How does he-' before the question had a chance to fully form, Izuku was engulfed in darkness, the cries of his classmates, his teachers, his friends being abruptly cut off from his senses. He was falling now, the darkness giving way to an unfamiliar landscape rushing up to meet him in an unwelcome, yet unfortunately, familiar embrace. All he could muster up at the moment was a sum of all his annoyance at the day going so horribly awry.

'Fuck my life.'