Midoriya Izuku rolled his shoulder as he jaunted down the steps of the student dorms. He adjusted the Shiketsu cap, finding it well fitting now that a majority of his hair was in a ponytail. A quick check of his phone led him to conclude, "I woke up way too early today…" He yawned as he walked onto the sidewalk, "Maybe I'll catch Shinso for once… Or… I might wait for Kaminari to wake up…" He turned, looking up the dorm's stairwell from a distance. His look flattened before he turned away, "Maybe I'll get some coffee…" He started his way down the sidewalk, looking to his phone for entertainment. "No Hero Killer articles today…? That's surprising… Feels like it was all they could talk about for the past week…", he thought.

He blinked when he got a text from his mother, "Good morning, Izuku! I'm heading to work a short shift at the clinic today – just to cover Honoka's shift. I won't be there for the opening ceremony, but I will be there for your tournament! See you soon and stay safe!" He smiled at the message before sending a simple reply.

He looked up as he neared a crosswalk, and his eye caught something. In the distance, just poking out the mouth of a wide alleyway, there was an armored bumper of a car – a police car. "The lights might not be flashing, but they're still a dead giveaway…" From there, his gaze drifted. Across the intersection, there were two police officers and they were speaking about something before parting – one moving down the sidewalk and the other; into an alley.

"Excuse me, young man," chimed an entering voice.

Izuku turned to see an officer in uniform, walking up to him, "Oh, uh, sorry sir. Y-Yes, sir?"

"That's a Shiketsu uniform – you heading to school?" asked the officer.

Izuku coughed, "I was… going to grab some breakfast at a cafe before I went."

He nodded, "Hm, well, you shouldn't drift off like that – especially so close to the street. Enjoy your breakfast and then head straight to school, okay?"

"Of course, sir," concurred Izuku.

The officer nodded before moving down the sidewalk, the opposite direction.

Izuku's gaze lingered, "Weird… Definitely concerning…" He turned back around and noticed the once white light turned glow a still red, "Aw, man, I missed the light…!"

-XX-

Izuku lifted the porcelain cup to his lips, staring out the window. More students in uniform were making their way down the street – towards the school. The head start he once had diminished; the cup was brought to his lips once more before finding the cup empty. He slotted the porcelain away for the workers to grab. He began to make his way to the exit before colliding with someone and stumbling back. "O-Oh, uh, sorry."

"No, it's okay," she replied, waving her hand. He had the height on her which explained the collision. She had notably straight teeth and long dark hair – to match her pitch-black eyes.

It was a striking visage, a recognizable one, "Oh… uh, aren't you Enigma?"

"Oh, you recognize me?"

Izuku scratched his cheek, "Yeah, you're… with Team Idaten, right? With Ingenium?"

"Got it in one," she nodded.

Izuku chuckled, "W-Wow, it's, uh, awesome to meet you."

He extended his hand which she accepted, "Thanks – always nice to meet a fan."

Izuku pulled his hand back, "Actually, could you…" He reached into his bag, "Could you sign something for me?"

Enigma blinked; her eyes widened as he handed her a notebook and marker, "Sure, no problem." She chuckled, "Not many people ask for my autograph."

He smiled as she handed both items back, "Well, they're missing out."

"Thanks," she said softly.

Izuku noticed a fluff of purple hair, wandering down the street. He smiled at the Pro-Hero, offering a bow, "Well, thank you for all your hard work."

Enigma giggled, "You're welcome."

"Well, I'll let you get your coffee," said Izuku. "Have a nice day."

"You too," she replied with a wave.

Izuku pushed open the door with his shoulder, tucking the notebook away. A lingering conversation floated in his mind, recalling the words of one Mr. Abraham. "Definitely worried now…"

"Midoriya?" tossed Shinso.

Izuku refocused onto his friend, "Hey, Shinso."

"Morning, man."

They turned and walked down the sidewalk amongst murmuring students. "Excited for the Sports Festival?" pondered Izuku.

Shinso deadpanned, "Absolutely not."

"Right, right." Izuku pushed a smile, "At least, it'll be over soon?"

"Yeah, silver lining." He sighed, "At least, there's some fun stuff we can do today before the tournament."

"What are the activities this year, anyway?"

Shinso listed away, "I dunno… Probably the usual stuff… Three-legged race, tug-of-war, relay, cavalry battle, scavenger hunt, topple the pillar thing… That's all I can think of."

"You know, I remember going through practice for this stuff in middle school," said Izuku.

"There aren't any class teams for Hero schools," said Shinso. "Individual prowess. Hero Course students can use their Quirks. Support and General Education can opt out entirely." He sighed, "Kind of takes the fun out of it all, honestly." "We're supposed to show off, you know? How can our Quirks work in these physical activities? But mine…"

"Using yours might be considered cheating…" said Izuku.

"Yeah… But, it's not like it'll forfeit me from any internships if I don't use my Quirk. I just won't get any invitations." He rested his hands on the back of his head, "Guess I'll just have some good ol' fun."

"Hm…"

"Got a favorite?" asked Shinso.

Izuku blinked before considering it and answering, "Not really…"

Shinso looked on for a moment before his eyes narrowed, "They didn't stop you from participating, did they?"

"Who?" Izuku's face recoiled before he shook his head, "Oh, no. He didn't have that much power." He scratched his cheek, sighing, "It… It just wasn't my scene."

Shinso laughed, "Well, it's gonna be your scene this time around. I doubt Ashido and Kaminari will let you tag out."

"Ooh, boy…" sighed Izuku. He looked off to the side, chuckling, "Though, it does sound fun…"

-XX-

"MIDORI!"

Izuku flinched as an energetic Ashido rushed over to him, raising her hands. "YAY!" They stood amongst their fellow first years in the gymnasium. They weren't organized but instead mingling amongst themselves, waiting for all the guests to be seated in the athletic field's bleachers. All students were in the Shiketsu tracksuit while Hero Course students held their cases. Well, most of them, Ashido had seemingly abandoned hers at some point.

"Hi, Ashido?"

She thrusted her hands into his space, "YAY!"

Their hands clapped together, "Yay."

"Don't be such a grom, Midori," pouted Ashido.

Izuku's eyes narrowed, "Do you even know what that means?"

"Hmph."

Jirou shook her head as she walked over, "That's a no." She pushed the second case into Ashido's hands, "Carry your own case."

Kaminari yawned, following Jirou, "Woo… Everybody."

Shinso shook his head, crossing his arms, "Guy was nearly late for class."

"I had a late night," he countered.

Ashido frowned, "It's too bad the second years aren't with us."

Shinso shrugged, "Their Sports Festival starts halfway through ours. Which is when the tournament starts."

"Third years get their time in tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, the stalls will get left overnight. But, we'll be stuck in class."

Kaminari yawned, "When will we fit lunch in. I'm really craving takoyaki. I hope there's a stall."

"Ooh, did you see all the stalls they were setting up! There's so many of them," said Ashido.

Mr. Haimawari shouted over the crowd, "First Hero, Support, and General Class line up!" After the students separated their groups and organized themselves, he spoke, "You know the drill, just like any assembly, stand around and look serious. Pay attention to Principal Ikoma's speech. And! Most importantly!" He grinned, "Have fun!" The gymnasium's large doors slid open, "Out ya go!"

Shiketsu's Sports Festival was a completely different event compared to the televised event that was U.A.'s – in addition to taking place a week before it. While both were a stage for Hero students to gain some clout before and for their internships, Shiketsu's wasn't for public viewing. Families were invited and were permitted to record, but not to upload said recordings. There was also a select group of Heroes invited to attend as well. The top ten of the Hero board were present, either out of interest or obligation. The remaining Heroes were from varying locations and levels of experience.

Due to this relatively small pool of attendees, the Festival wasn't taking place in a spectacular stadium with fireworks and cheerleaders from America. It was in house, the school's gigantic field. Bleachers were set up on the outer edge of it. In the distance, westward, there was smoke and steam coming from recently made stalls. It was all a self-contained affair which would change with the newest event, a tournament. Halfway through the usual activities, there was going to be an intermission where First Hero and Support Class will hop on a bus with the Second Hero Class to battle out at an off-campus site.

"That was basically everything Principal Ikoma talked about," said Izuku.

"Oh, thanks, Midori – I was completely out of it," replied Kaminari. "It was such an exposition dump…"

Izuku's face contorted, "I mean, it was an exposition dump either way. From me or Principal Ikoma."

Kaminari shook his head, "But I was paying attention when you were talking, Midori." He patted his friend's shoulder, "That's what matters."

"Mr. Kaminari, Mr. Midoriya," forced Mr. Haimawari as he walked down the space between the lined up classes.

Kaminari flinched, "Crap."

"S-Sorry, sir," apologized Izuku.

Principal Ikoma lifted her hand, "Arise all youth. This is your first step." She bawled her hand into a fist, "Fight well," and smiled, "And have fun!" She gestured to her entering co-worker, "Mr. Haimawari, if you would please?"

He took the microphone. "Students, attendees, allow me to present you," he gestured to the side as a black, glassy monolith rose from a sliding door, "our scoreboard." It lofted well above the stage before the black screen flashed blue lettering, listing all sixty students' names on the board. "Our first event will be timed."

Mr. Haimawari chuckled as the ground rumbled, "The Hero Class may recognize it… from their first physical exam…" The Support and General Class gasped and stumbled as a section of the ground began to part in the distance, "The Tower… of Babylon!" A few spats of disbelief flew from the non-Hero Course students. "Standing at a whopping twelve meters tall! Different sets of challenges every two meters!"

The Tower of Babylon was just as the homeroom teacher described, varied and lofting. Sand and dirt had been kicked and thrown from the sliding metal doors, surrounding the tower in a billowing cloud. The first level was surrounded by a moat filled with a pink liquid, leading to a rock wall. The second level had long, climbing pegs; hidden amongst jutting pistons. The third level contained two sets of horizontal rotating poles, each one changing their speeds randomly. The fourth was a block of shifting and swinging cylinders, guarding a single ladder. The fifth launched spherical and cubical objects, bouncing down to the lower levels. The sixth was a rickety platform that threatened to throw off anyone who stepped on it. Between each, there was a landing platform – no doubt for some form of a breather. And, atop of it all, there was a singular pillar amongst the buckling chaos of the sixth level.

Mr. Haimawari concluded as a green holographic line appeared on the ground, "The green line is the mark! It will sync with the pendants of your tracksuits and begin your timers. Your placement will be adjusted into a numerical score. Then added into your final score for the later half of the Festival." He added, "Any students who wish to opt out, may, but remember you must participate in at least three events today." A few Support and General Class students took the opportunity to immediately exit the fray. "Protective wear has also been provided, please collect if needed."

Mr. Haimawari raised his hand, "On your mark… Get set…" It swung down, "Begin!"

Ashido's hand smacked his shoulder, "Come on, Midori!" as the group of friends amongst others rushed to the crate of protective wear near the stage.

Shinso nodded, "You're gonna want those pads!"

"Wait, what about…" said Izuku as he turned to see Tokage Setsuna and a large, block-ish student rush for the Tower. Tokage's whole body split into separate pieces, floating upward. The other student shot into the air with a thrust and gust of wind. "That's…" He noticed another student hopping from platform to platform, each one seemed to be made of thin-air. Another girl, with silver-ish hair, steadily floated into the air with a purple hue. Shiozaki Ibara clasped her hands together before her vine hair sprouted a pillar underneath herself, lofting towards the top of the tower. "That's… really unfair…"

Shinso tugged Izuku's arm, "Yeah, you get used to it. Come on!" As they stopped at the crate, Izuku noticed several more students from the General and Support Class dejectedly wander over to the bleachers.

Once they were strapped up, the group rushed over to the base of the tower. A big hairy student had already started to duck the rotating poles of the third level. Another student fired what seemed to be lines of tape from his elbows, swinging upward. He cried when one of the square objects flew at him. The surface of the object cracked before thin, insect-like wings buzzed from its back, shifting into a spiky drone.

"What the hell?" shouted Izuku.

"Yeah, they're annoying as hell!" cried Jirou, side-stepping one of the drones, stabbing her jacks into it. It sparked and died, falling before Izuku's stumbling feet. The group came to a stop at the edge of the moat.

Shinso stopped Izuku, "The moat's filled with a thick sludge you can wade through it, but it fucks your climb the rest of the way." He took a couple steps back before rushing forward, "Best to make the jump!" Shinso ran forward, leaping across the surface of the moat, clawing at the tower's climbing surface. He grunted and groaned before starting to climb.

Ashido took a couple steps back herself, "Come on, Midori!" She leapt across the moat, her foot dipping into the sludge before she latched onto the wall.

Izuku took a few breaths before stepping away from the moat. He looked to the bleachers, and noticed that his entire class had opted out of the treacherous climb. "Oh, god, why am I here…?"

Izuku's eyes fell on the portly student who… drudged in the sludge, "AH!" He popped back out of the moat, shaking off the gunk from his hair, "Ugh, gross…"

His eyes then traveled upward to his friends.

"Come on, Midori!" waved Kaminari, grinning.

Ashido encouraged, with a smile, "You can totally make it!"

"The sludge ain't even that bad – it's just annoying!" joked Shinso.

"You're still down there!?" called Jirou.

"Jeez…" He kicked his toe against the dirt before bouncing on his heel. "They really got some weird expectations for me, huh…?" He gritted his teeth, sprinting forward and kicking up dirt in the process. He stomped on his last step, just before the moat's edge, leaping towards the wall. His face smacked against the wall, bouncing his skull off the surface. The surface was padded, he learned.

His hand grasped a climbing peg as he nearly fell towards the sludge. He clattered against the wall, reaching up to his nose, "Ah, my face!"

Kaminari laughed, "You okay, bud?"

Izuku shook his head, grasping at another peg and slowly finding his footing. "I should've just watched from the bleachers!"

Ashido looked down at him, "Where's the fun in that?" She jumped when a metallic buzzing rushed towards her. "AH!" She quickly threw a glob of acid at the drone. The thin metal panels of the machine crumbled and withered away, plummeting downward.

Izuku's eyes widened as he threw himself to the side, narrowly dodging the glob, "AH!"

"AH!" cried Yaoyorozu, leaping as much as she could in the sludge below.

Both he and she looked upward, shouting out, "ASHIDO!"

"I'm sorry!" she cried.

Yaoyorozu's palm glowed before a gun of some sort formed from nothing, "You must be more careful!"

Izuku's eyes widened as she fired it upward – zipping up afterwards, "Is… W-Wait, is that…" He shouted at the flying girl, "Is that a Grapple Gun!? You made a grapple gun from thin-air!?" With a new vigor, Izuku ascended, "H-Hang on! Yaoyorozu! How'd you do that!?" Shinso, Kaminari, Ashido, and Jirou gawked and gasped as Izuku blazed past them. He reached and stepped across the rock-like surface of the first level. He twisted onto the landing platform before quickly climbing up the still pegs of the second level in the same manner. And, as he nearly reached the third level, one of the sphere's fell towards him, transforming into a screeching drone, before being smacked to the side and crashing against a jutting piston. "Yaoyorozu!"

Shinso blinked, "Huh…"

Kaminari shook his head, "He smacked it out of the air like it was nothing!" He turned to Shinso, "Those things are so annoying to deal w—" He was interrupted when a cube drone latched onto his face. "AAAHHH!"

Shinso quickly grabbed his panicking friend before Kaminari threw himself into the sludge, "Kaminari!"

Izuku blinked, turning to look down. "Kaminari?" If he wasn't so worried, for that brief moment, he would've heard the shifting piston. Though, hearing it; he did not need for he felt it. "Ah, fuck!" A sharp wake of pain pulsed from his pelvis before an after-quake numbed his legs. "Aw… Ugh…"

"Midori!" cried Ashido, quickly taking his arm, as she climbed onto the next landing. "Don't worry, sweetie, I got ya!" She pulled him upward, allowing him to safely curl into a ball, "Aw, you okay?"

"Uh… Hm…"

She awkwardly patted his shoulder, "Heh… You'll be okay? Right?"

"My heritage…" groaned Izuku.

A shot of laughter ran through her, "Pfft…"

"Ashido! What happened to Midoriya?" asked Kaminari.

She fought away her giggle, "Midori, got hit where the sun don't shine… He's gonna need a minute…"

Kaminari and Shinso winced, "Ooh… yeah…"

Shinso shrugged, climbing upwards, "But, if it makes you feel any better, Midoriya, I'm pretty sure you're the first guy to get in the… scrotum?"

"Nope, Mineta," corrected Kaminari.

Shinso shook his head, "He was barely here for a week. He doesn't count."

"Dude, that's really harsh. He was in the Hero Course," said Kaminari.

"To get girls," reminded Shinso.

Jirou paused her climb, moving her foot from a shooting piston, "Ew, really?"

Ashido shouted from above, "It does sound kinda scummy out of context like that!"

"If there is context for something like that," added Jirou.

Ashido looked at the curled ball of an inventor, "You doing okay?"

"A-Ashido… Go on without me…" he wheezed, reaching out.

She gasped at the light push, shaking her head, "M-Midori! I… I can't leave you like this."

"Don't worry," he assured, "I'll… be with my friends soon…"

"No! Not like this Midori!" She heard a wild buzz before throwing her arm upward. Her acid took a thick viscosity and wrapped the drone in a blue-ish glob, whipping it against the rotating pole. It crashed above the two as she took hold of his shoulders. "It can't end like this!" Metal bits and sparks rained upon them as she cried to the heavens above. "No!"

Jirou popped up, climbing onto the landing, "What're you screaming about?"

"Midori's dead!" Ashido 'tearfully' cried.

Jirou's eyes widened, taking a full step forward, "Eh?" She blinked when she saw him taking breath and vehemently shaking his head. "Oh, uh… That sucks, I guess?" Concern had successfully dropped dead.

Ashido shook her head, "He was our friend, Jirou… We can't abandon him like this—" She stopped herself as she saw Jirou's ascending backside. "You could at least try to get into the bit!"

"Nah!" said Jirou.

Shinso followed, "Yo, Midoriya, are your legs working?"

"Just barely…" said Izuku, sucking in a deep breath, before pushing himself onto his feet.

Kaminari tossed a dead drone over his shoulder as he climbed up, "God, I hate these things…" He nearly lost his grip when a husk of a drone crashed near his hand. "GOD! There are people down here!"

"AH!" cried out from above.

Ashido looked up, "Jirou!"

Izuku danced around for a moment, holding out his arms, "U-Uh…" He took a step back and Jirou fell into his arms with a cry, "G-Got ya!" The sudden weight made his shoulders feel as if they were about to pop from his sockets. His rickety legs turned to jelly as another jolt ran through them. It all caused him to stumble and teeter back. "Ah! Uh—" He felt his own gravity pull him backwards and his knees give. "Uh, nope!" he cried, throwing Jirou from his arms.

Jirou bounced onto the landing before turning to him, "Ah! Midoriya!"

Izuku could feel his blood rush to his feet as if it were some last minute effort to stop his fall. "I won't fall that far, right…? The moat…! I'll… aim for the moat…" His heart ripped up from his chest and into his throat. "The sludge will break my fall, right...? B-But… it's sludge…!" He felt the open air at his back – like rumbling static. "Will the surface break for me to fall into it…!?"

His head began to fall farther than his body. However, his leg felt like it would be torn from his pelvis as his plummet came to a jerking halt; nearly smacking his skull against a sliding piston. "AH!" He felt a pair of hands tightly woven around his ankle. He lifted his head to see pink hands holding him in place.

Kaminari quickly joined Ashido, "We got you, Midoriya!"

"Lift your other leg!" shouted Shinso alongside Jirou, smacking the edge of the landing, "We'll grab it and pull you up!"

"Why do none of us have mobility Quirks!?" cried Kaminari.

"Hey! Hold on!" called a voice below, a girl with a black bob.

"We'll be there soon!" said another, the portly one from earlier.

Izuku was looking down at the pair when he heard it, a firing piston. The frame of his vision was closed in with a black cloud. A shot of air into his lungs ripped his throat and turned it into a rapid of coughs. Suddenly, being completely upside down was even more disorientating. His arms swung as he tried to find some semblance of balance. The ringing in his ears muffled the cries from above.

A flying body part smacked into his side, "Whoa, look out!" throwing him out of the way of another piston.

His flight twisted his ankle from the grip of his friends. He heard his name be cried as he spun through the air. His brain rattled when he crashed onto a spire of vines.

"Nice catch, Ibara!" shouted Tokage, reassembling parts of herself.

"Are you okay?" asked Shiozaki, lifted by a tower of her vine-like hair.

Izuku's mind bobbled, "I… I'm f-fine… uh…"

"You took a bad wack there, buddy," said Tokage, shaking her head. "I don't think you should be climbing anything any time soon."

Shiozaki nodded, "We'll take him to the nurse's tent as we have already finished our runs."

Kaminari breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks, you guys!"

"W-We'll check on you after our run!" waved Ashido.

"Take care of him," said Shinso.

Jirou was silent for a moment before she shouted, "Thanks, Midoriya!"

Izuku leaned into the vines as he was lowered below.

Tokage slowly reassembled together as they neared the ground, "You had a good run, though!"

"T-Thanks…" groaned Izuku, sucking a deep breath.

-XXX-

"That was quite the scare," murmured the Shield Hero: Crust as he slowly retook his seat. The No. 6 Hero was amongst his fellow top Pros. There was: the Fiber Hero, Best-Jeanist; the Ninja Hero, Edgeshot; the Dragon Hero, Ryukyu; the Rabbit Hero, Mirko; the Laundry Hero, Wash; The Gang Orca; the Top Sidekick, Burnin, and more. Each one was paying a varying amount of attention before the recent incident.

"The moat would've broken his fall?" asked Ryukyu.

Principal Ikoma nodded, "The drones also have an emergency function and are capable of surging together to catch falling students."

"That's good."

Mirko rocked the entire bench she was sitting on with her foot – much to the ire of those sitting alongside her, "That kid was a Support Course kid, right?"

"Yes," said Principal Ikoma, looking at the treated student. A small smile drew across her face as she saw the young man meet Dr. Yaritezawa. While she was obviously too far away to know what was said, she could tell that the doctor was already exasperated by the young man's condition. She was also certain of a mixture of concern – professionally, at least.

Burnin crossed her arms, "Brave, brat! Pretty sure the Hero Course are the only kids tackling the thing."

"Or very foolish," posed Gang Orca.

Edgeshot nodded, "Luckily, he seemed to be moving in a group."

"Yeah… Think he formed a team to get off easy?" suggested Mirko.

"It seemed to me that he climbed quite proficiently without them," said Jeanist.

Crust nodded, "Though, he did fall all the same."

"They did quick work rescuing him," defended Ryukyu.

Burnin shrugged, "His friends didn't really stand out all that well. The breaky girl and the vine chick did a much better job."

Jeanist nodded, "It is good to see. In spite of the competition, they don't let it affect their friendship."

"Though, it is a competition all the same. Standing out is important," said Edgeshot. "It's not as if they would get an internship as a group."

Jeanist countered, "At least, they can be a group."

"Eh, group, shmoop. If you can't do this on your own, you won't make it far," dismissed Mirko.

"Friendship is a firm thread that has its own values and strengths," began Jeanist. "That thread turned loose, or lost, risks a tear so great it cannot be mended. Some Heroes are very close to causing that tear. While others already have."

Mirko sighed, "Yeah, okay, 'My Little Pony'."

Gang Orca rubbed his chin, "I do agree. Teamwork and the relationships that come with it have great benefits. Not just within one's own agency but between agencies."

Burnin shrugged, "I kinda get that, I guess… But, I don't really wanna work with anyone who's too… preachy."

Jeanist coughed, "I suppose I may have gone on my own tangent." "Though, my point is proven all the same; given the operation occurring at this very moment."

"Ingenium is the true thesis of our point," said Gang Orca.

Edgeshot nodded, "Indeed, there was a reason his agency was relied upon at this time rather than ourselves."

"It is one hell of a line up right now!" laughed Burnin. She then nudged the laundry machine next to her, "Right, Wash?"

They simply replied, "Washa!"

-\XXX/-

AN: This chapter wasn't supposed to be this long... The Tower of Babylon was not meant to be fleshed out like this. It was supposed to be mentioned then we'd move on. But as I was writing it I started messing around with it more and more. Finally, boop it became a thing. Everything else about chapter are things I don't want to delve into in the notes as it'd risk spoilers.

So, I'll go into other things. The Tower of Babylon is based off WipeOut and Fall Guys. My Little Pony reference in name only. Several students from UA are here as Shiketsu students, I have a list of who I brought over, overall. In this chapter, in order of and ignoring previous mentions: Tsuburaba Kosei, Yanagi Reiko, Shishida Jurota, Sero Hanta, Shoda Nirengeki, & Kodai Yui. Plus one: Yaoarashi Inasa, the only named Shiketsu student. The U.A. students are primarily from the 1-B class. As U.A. isn't a focus of this story, we don't really need a 1-B, so I pulled mostly from there. Not completely, of course, but mostly.

Are they going to be that important overall? I'm not sure. The main focus is on Midoriya and his circle. Including more people might fuck it up. And you know, it's not even his class so... Or you know, not yet... Or maybe never... I mean this in the most non-committable way possible.

Now, the real world stuff. The holidays are coming up and I work retail so woo-hoo. Now, I was hoping to make this the Season finale so I can take a break this holiday. This didn't happen so. I'm just going to extend the update window and give myself some leg room.

With that, thank you for reading and criticize away!

Update Window: December 20th - January 10th

Intended Due Date: December 20th - 30th