Obi Wan stared at the little green face.

The owner of said face, Grogu, didn't stare back. He was far too busy looking over at Anakin with big pleading eyes.

"No," Anakin said, pulling away the apple danish. "Don't even think about it."

Grogu let out a whimper.

"Stay strong, Ani," Padme said even as her own hand moved to grab the Danish and push it towards the little one. Clearly sensing her wavering Grogu turned towards her and began to give the most heartbreaking little murmurs. "Stay… strong…" Padme said, biting her lip.

Obi Wan stared at Grogu.

It was like someone explaining to you in detail that 1 plus 1 equaled Orange. Even though they had shown you the answer and proven that could be the only answer… it was still Orange.

Or rather, in this case, green.

"I'm sorry but… you're all aliens?" Uraraka said.

"You really think it was best just to blurt that out?" Anakin complained to Aizawa only to quickly yank the Danish back when Grogu made a dive for it. The baby ended up falling flat on his face and Snipe picked him up, shaking his head in annoyance.

"You already ate all the sausage and a bunch of the bacon," he complained. "And we gave you a plate of pancakes as big as you are. Where do you put it?" He shook his head. "Especially since I've never seen you use the bathroom."

"You know," Anakin said, "come to think of it I never even heard of Master Yoda-"

"Master?" Ahsoka asked pleadingly. "Please don't."

Aizawa chose that moment to speak up. "It only makes sense," he stated with a lazy shrug, his jelly pack clutched in his hands; after Grogu had attempted to take that he had been very protective of his favorite meal. "It was complex enough with you five running around but now with a child added to the mix? No… better to just admit it to all those gathered here. They know to keep their mouths shut." He narrowed his eyes and stared down Midoriya and Uraraka. "Especially because if this news leaks out we'll know its them."

"We… we would never reveal it!" Uraraka said in a panic, waving her hands about wildly.

Interestingly enough it was Midoriya who remained calmer of the two, which wasn't something that Obi Wan would have bet on. "I mean… it makes sense when one thinks about it. The universe is such a large place it is foolish to believe that we are alone and there is nothing else out there. And with mutation quirks it would be easy for an alien to slip in… they would have difficulty getting a job because they wouldn't have documents…" He frowned before looking at Nedzu. "You falsified their records, didn't you, to make them appear as if they were always human. Or earthlings, I guess. Are you all humans? I mean other than Ahsoka."

"Nubian," Padme stated. "We have stronger digestive systems, get sick far less, generally more hardy."

"Stewjoni," Obi Wan said. "Offshoot of humanity. Distant ancestors of the Mandalorians. Genetically stronger and faster than a typical human."

Rex nodded. "Actual Mandalorian but I've been augmented." Snipe perked up at the news there were two Mandalorians (okay, a Stewjoni) at the table.

Anakin gave a shrug. "When the temple ran tests on me they said my genetics were like my sock drawer: all messed up."

"And as for your question, Midoriya, I did!" Nedzu said quite cheerfully before glancing at Snipe. "Though… not you…"

"Yeah…" Snipe said, shifting Grogu. "I know how to disguise myself. Its easy enough if you find someone recently dead with no family to question your past."

"So then your name isn't Kioshiaso Hisano, I take it?" Nedzu asked.

Snipe shook his head. "Din. Din Djarin."

"Din then," Nedzu said. "And the original Kioshiaso?"

"A dead child," and the way he said it… there was a touch of annoyance in his voice, and disgust… "Their quirk was something I could easily fake. I've always been a good shot and if need be I was able to master making Whistling Birds to make it seem as if I had a quirk."

"OH!" Midoriya declared suddenly, looking at Obi Wan. "Your quirk isn't actually a quirk, is it? That would explain why they are all similar. While sometimes quirks are similar throughout families The Force does too much that is exactly the same! But it must not be something everyone from your planet can do because if that were the case then why would Mrs. Skywalker or Rex not claim that as their quirks as well? And Mr. Din hinted that he doesn't have those powers so they must be something special to all of you three!"

Anakin huffed in amusement. "He has us there." He sighed, rolling his neck. "Yes… The Force is… well, there are these micro-organisms called midichlorians that allows us to use the Force and-"

"I'm sorry, what?" Obi Wan said, snapping out of his daze.

"Midichlorians," Anakin said slowly.

"Yes but who told you THEY allow you to use the Force. That is… that is completely backwards."

That made Anakin frown, staring at Obi Wan like he had suddenly pulled up his shirt to reveal he had a tattoo of Dooku doing a pole dance (Vlad had decided to take some of the teachers to a 'gentleman's club' and Obi Wan had been amused at how tame it was compared to some of the places Qui Gon had taken him just for lunch). "No. That's how it works. The midichlorians allow us to use the Force. It's a symbiotic relationship."

Obi Wan at once let out a groan. "Qui Gon. He's the one that told you that garbage." Anakin puffed up, as he always did when someone insulted Qui Gon, and Obi Wan held out his hand. "Qui Gon was a radical for the Jedi. You know that." Anakin slowly nodded; in fact he had taken great pride in that fact. "He believed that the midichlorians played a far more important role in the use of the Force; mostly because that would validate the Living Force as more important. But the more commonly held belief, Anakin, is that the midichlorians flourish in those with a high aptitude for the Force, for they provide a better living environment. They are in everyone… even those in this room." He gestured at Nemuri and Hizashi. "But they do not provide as nourishing environment as the two of us or Ahsoka or Eri." He paused. "Or Grogu."

He turned to look at Snipe, or Din.

"And that leads me back to what has been puzzling me."

"And that is?"

"I know of Grogu," Obi Wan said. "While I never met him I knew he existed."

"You did?" Ahsoka asked, surprised.

"He was kept separate from the other younglings due to his species. He, like Master Yoda and Master Yaddle, are VERY long lived. Master Yoda was over 800 years old when I last saw him."

"I was told that Grogu was 50 years old," Din stated. "That was about… 5 years ago. 6?"

"Grogu should only be 19 years old at this point," Obi Wan said.

That caused Din to blink. "I… I suppose they got his age wrong-"

"And, from what little I remember about the reports on his growth, he should currently be only able to sit up at best. Not move around like he can now." Grogu, clearly realizing they were talking about him, struggled to be let down but Din held him close.

"Could Grogu be a common name for his kind?" Hizashi asked. "Like Sakura is a common girl's name?"

Obi Wan rubbed his chin. "It is… possible. Not what I think happened but possible."

"What do you think happened?"

He said nothing though, merely rubbing his chin. "I will quietly ask Dex to see if Grogu has gone missing from the temple." He looked at Din. "How long as he been with you?"

"Roughly a year," Din said, Grogu after a moment nodding. It was rather cute. "Well, before we arrived here. That would put us near 7 years."

"Hmm…" Obi Wan didn't like what was adding up in his head. "Well, there is nothing to do for it. As I am sure you have gathered we are trapped here, same as you. There is no way to leave and even if we could, we couldn't risk it."

"Yeah… I imagine the Imps would have a field day if they found out about Quirks." He looked down at Grogu. "But… the Child needs to learn how to use his powers. I was trying to find him a teacher when I ended up here. Ran into another Togruta… also named Ahsoka."

"Well… I've heard that's a common name for my species…" Ahsoka said.

Obi Wan frowned. He had a feeling that wasn't the case.

"Of course we'll help," Padme said quickly. She leaned down so she was eye to eye with Grogu. "Would you like us to help you?"

Grogu… used the Force to yank the Danish to him, the pastry smashing against him and coating him completely in it. Not that the youngling minded as he began to scoop up bits and stick them in his mouth.

Eri giggled and Obi Wan sighed.

~MC~MC~MC~

"-taught me a lot," Tsu said as Katsuki walked into the 1-A classroom. "Some very creative uses for my quirk."

"Oh, like what?" Ashido asked excitedly, bouncing up and down in her chair. That made Katsuki roll his eyes; did that girl ever manage to calm down for a fucking second? She seemed to always be bobbing and moving, refusing to sit still. He didn't know how Tsu was able to stand sitting behind her… he would have screamed her ear off by the second day of school if he had to deal with her constantly bobbing about like a Mexican Jumping Bean. Hell, he was half tempted to anyway, being stuck two seats behind her.

"Well," Tsu said, pressing her finger to her cheek, "he pointed out that while I can use my tongue to grab things I can also use it to fling things or place things near villains. So I could, for example, use it to send out some kind of smoke bomb or a knock-out grenade. Pop in mouth and fire out."

"That would be so manly!" Kirashima declared pumping his fist up and down. "You could get support gear that would fire off restraints when they touched something, so you could lock down villains before they got near you!"

Ashido though frowned. "Wouldn't that taste bad though?" She stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Just… ewww."

"No more than what a villain would taste like," Jiro pointed out and Katsuki forced himself not to grimace at that; she had a VERY good point on that as he knew he wouldn't want to lick some of the villains he'd seen heroes deal with.

"Hey man!" Kirashima said, spotting Katsuki. "How was your internship? You never did tell us who you went with?"

"And I'm not gonna," Katsuki replied, realizing that just because the contract said he couldn't reveal he'd interned with Star Might didn't mean he couldn't mention the contract himself. "I went with someone who wants to stay out of the limelight." He smirked. "You know, taking someone like me would draw a ton of attention."

"Huh?" Kaminari said, tilting his head in confusion. "What hero wouldn't want attention?"

"Lots of them, you fucking idiot!" Katsuki exclaimed, wondering not for the first time how the hell Kaminari had managed to get into UA. He knew the dolt shocked himself stupid with his quirk but honestly one couldn't just put it on frazzled brain. "There are plenty of Underground Heroes that don't want to be noticed. You know, because they are UNDERGROUND?"

Kaminari frowned at that though. "But aren't Underground Heroes just heroes who can't get any publicity?"

"No," Aizawa said as he entered into the classroom. Everyone hurried to get into their seats, Katsuki quickly sliding into his own; after the first time Aizawa had given HIM detention for back talking him for not getting to his seat he'd learned that the hobo wasn't going to put up with the same crap his old Middle School teachers allowed him to do. "I see I'll need to add lessons on that for everyone. Perhaps an essay or two."

Kamakiri turned back and glared at Kaminari, the electric idiot ducking down and blushing in embarrassment.

"Now then, your internships are done and I didn't get any complaints about any of you. In fact all the hero agencies were pleased with your work. So good on you, as it means I don't have to expel anyone."

No one laughed. They knew their teacher was serious.

"That means we can discuss the next big thing coming up: Final Exams."

THAT got some groans.

"If you are dreading them that much then you might as well quit now," Aizawa stated darkly. "Hero work isn't all taking photos and signing autographs. Its hard work. Very hard work. You are going to look back upon the Final Exams and wish that you could take them every day." Katsuki fought back a scoff at that; sure, he knew that it wasn't the popularity contest so many extras thought catching villains to be but he also didn't think that Hero Work was going to be as hard as Aizawa made it out.

'Fucking hobo is just projecting on us because he doesn't have a powerful offensive quirk.'

"Each of your teachers will be going over the basics of what you can expect for their exams. I'm not going to waste my time on that. I am going to tell you what happens if you fail." Once more they all fell quiet. "As much as I would like to expel any of you for not taking this seriously unfortunately UA has strict guidelines on WHAT a teacher can do to failing students." He paused, letting several of them feel a bit of relief. It was annoying to Katsuki because it was clear that the hobo was setting them up for a fall. "Summer school."

That caused Kaminari and Ashido to let out wailed of terror.

"You don't like it? Don't fail then. Pretty easy."

Katsuki thought their damn hobo was… well, a fucking hobo. A bum who barely could manage to open his eyes half the time and seemed to believe that he was better than them all. Which, okay, he was a pro hero but he also acted like each of them were complete idiots and didn't deserve an ounce of respect. It made Katsuki grit his teeth how he was dismissive of all of them and acted like they… like he… was like everyone else in the world.

But… sometimes the hobo had the right idea.

"Now then, for those of you that actually want to be heroes and put in the effort to pass your final exams-" and that had Ashido shrink down in her chair while Kaminari trembled in worry, "-we'll be going to a Summer Camp during the break that will focus on improving your quirks." The class murmured at that but a single look from Aizawa shut them up. "So I suggest you do well."

And with that he slid down behind his desk.

"You know he's not really asleep, right?" Shinso whispered to Deku. "He just meditates. That way he can keep an eye on us but also rest his mind."

"Detention," Aizawa called out.

"Cool, another excuse to sleep," Shinso said.

Aizawa grumbled at that. "Stupid interns."

"You know," Deku said, "if you didn't want to attend you could always protest to Nedzu about the detention. I looked it up in the UA handbook that Mr. Kenobi gave all of us at the start of the year and students do have the right to go to the Principal if they feel that a teacher is being 'bigoted, unfair, or targeting in their discipline'. Nedzu will then pause the detention until they can do arbitration-"

Katsuki saw Aizawa stiffen behind the desk and smirked at that; the fucking nerd may be annoying as shit but sometimes his overactive need to recall every fucking detail ever made for some good entertainment.

"What are we going to do!?" Ashido wailed as she flopped across Tsu's desk, staring up at her. "We're gonna fail for sure!"

"I'm not, ribbit," Tsu commented. "I'm doing quite good in most of my glasses. A few issues in Present Mic's class but that's more of an oral thing than written… harder for me to master new words with my tongue, you know?"

"Oh yeah, I can see that," Kirishima said. "You talk to Present Mic about it?"

"Of course," Tsu said with her standard direct approach. "He gave me some links to English speakers performing mouth exercises that are helping. Just going slower than the rest of you."

"Well I'm doomed!" Kaminari said as he moved to sit with them; with the hobo done with his opening speech the homeroom was able to break up however they wanted. A clear divide had formed up, with the class basically forming into three groups. There was Katsuki's own, with Tsu and Kirishima being the only two he really didn't mind joining up with him. He supposed Jiro was fine but she mostly just stayed back and only piped in when she needed to. Ashido and Kaminari were idiots and he honestly didn't get why the two even bothered to become heroes when they didn't seem to care. Tsu didn't mind Ashido though and Kirishama kept dragging Kaminari over to work together on stuff so Katsuki kept quiet and only told them how much of failures they were every other time he felt like screaming his head off at their antics.

Ashido had, before the internships, referred to them as the Tsusquad. Katsuki had nearly blown up his desk until Tsu had commented that she wasn't the right face for the group and that Tsusquad didn't roll off the tongue properly and it would be better to be known as the Bakusquad.

'Yet another reason why Frog Girl is one of the few in this fucking class that might make it as a hero. She at least has some fucking sense!'

The next closest group was what Ashido had called the Koomorisquad. There was their class President, Komori, who held court like she was one of those hosts for baby shows on public television. Far too smiley and happy. Katsuki wondered if she would smile the first time she faced down some villain holding a restaurant hostage. Then there was the French Fruit who was always prancing about and talking about sparkling… though he didn't see to be a bright and twinkly that morning. Maybe the internships had beaten some sense in his fucking ass and up to his brain? Kamakiri and Shoji seemed fine enough though he hadn't spent time much with either of them. They weren't a threat to him because of their mutations; Katsuki didn't give two shits about such things but he knew the public looked down on mutation quirks unless the hero was able to present them in a 'cool' or 'interesting' way, like Gang Orca or Hawks. Yanaji… well, he could never get a read on her, to be honest.

'And then there is fucking Deku,' Katsuki thought to himself. 'How the fuck did that annoying little nerd get such a large group to hang around him? Even if they are fucking extras…'

There was Shit Horns, of course, and the two of them STILL had to settle things when it came to the Sports Festival. Katsuki wanted his fucking rematch and put smashing her into the ground so she never again got any big ideas about her place on his to-do list. Round Face too… yeah, she was going to be a Rescue Hero so she was no threat to him either but it still annoyed him that she stood up to him and snapped at him if he tried to get her to know her role. Sleepy Fuck just always smirked at him whenever he began to screech and Glasses would rant and rave about following the rules… except he didn't actually rant and rave but instead said it in a measured controlled voice.

God Katsuki hated that voice.

Inasa and Yaoyorozu also had joined up which Katsuki didn't get; the former was a Recommendation Student! Why was he hanging out with a quirkless nobody like Deku!? And Yaoyorozu was rich and powerful… it made no sense for her to be now buddy buddy with the nerd! Tokoyami? Yeah, the Bird Fucker made sense because he was freaky like Deku and that had nothing to do with his mutation.

Katsuki frowned as he did the count.

'He has more of the class than I do!' Katsuki thought in outrage. It didn't matter that they were fucking extras… they were still sucking up to fucking DEKU rather than him! 'What, is it because they think he's 'nice'? Is that it? Those weak fucks want someone to coddle them? Fuck that… you never get through the world by having everything given to you!'

Still though, the thought gnawed at him. He knew that building yourself up in the hero rankings was a popularity contest. It was why the likes of Endeavor would forever be #2. Hawks was a great hero but he also was very popular and that allowed him to rise as quickly as he did. The old bastards who were too stuck in their ways were forever sliding down. After Star Might had shunned attempts by Mt. Lady and Death Arms to work with them they had both seen their standings drop.

'And he could be trying to form some kind of alliance… work together to rise their fucking asses up. Probably overtake me…' He grit his teeth. 'Deku. Damn it. I need to get more of the class on my side. Make them see that I am the true leader they should be getting behind.' He looked around the room, mind racing at how he could do that though. There was no fucking way he was going to show weakness and go up to those like that loner Todoroki, who was sitting by himself-

"Hey, Todoroki!" Round Face called out. "Come sit with us! We're planning out study sessions for the finals!"

"…do you think the teachers will allow us to focus on studying?"

That made Round Face laugh. "Of course they will! They aren't evil! You are a laugh, you know that?"

"Because you just told me, yes."

Katsuki's eye twitched.

'Those fucks are using the Finals as a way to get people to join their side? Fine, I can fucking do that!' He turned to Ashido and Kaminari, who were moaning about how they were doomed to Summer School. "No you fucking aren't!"

"We…wha?" Ashido said dumbly.

"I'm gonna get you two extras to fucking pass. I'm gonna cram an entire semester into your brains and get you ready!"

"Oh!" Kirishima declared. "That is so manly, bro! We'll work together and well take the top spots in the class. No, the school!"

"Sounds good to me," Jiro said lazily.

"You… you'd really do that for us?" Kaminari asked softly.

"I just fucking said I would!" Katsuki roared. "Do I need to add listening lessons to our studying?"

"N-no! No, I hear ya!" Kaminari brightened. "Thanks man!"

"Oh Bakugo!" Ashido cried out and Katsuki let out a yelp as she leapt over Tsu's desk and landed on his, sprawled out over the surface to hug him. "You are just a big ol' softy, aren't you?"

"YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK!" he roared.

"Nooooo," Ashido purred.

Katsuki snarled. "Stop hugging me this instant!"

"Ashido, extra credit if you keep hugging him," Aizawa called out.

"FUCKING HOBO!"