The chill, crisp Spring air filled the lungs of one Tooru Tomioka, as he leaned against the metal railing atop the rooftop of Musutafu General Hospital. A tired, exhausted sigh escaped his lips as he brushed a hand through his messy afro, sparkling blue eyes glimmering with stress as, with his free hand, he put a pre-lit cigarette to his lips and breathed in, forcing the embers to channel up half of it, before stopping, letting the ash fall to the ground below.

A calming sensation washed over him the moment he finished the drag of his cigarette, before immediately puffing out the toxic fumes—if he held it in any longer, he would've coughed. It was hypocritical to both be a doctor and a habitual smoker. But with the amount of stress he had on his shoulders, who could blame him?

It was times like these that he needed an occasional smoke break. While that wasn't the entire reason why he was on the rooftop, he saw an opportunity, and he took it. In actuality, he was waiting for someone. Someone who he had emailed a while ago to meet him on the rooftop so that they could discuss something that was bothering him.

"Head Doctor? Are you smoking?" The chipper, yet also tired voice of Medi Lady, otherwise known as Sakura Kubo, filled Tooru's ears as he turned around to face her. A hint of shame gleamed in his eyes, but it only lasted for a second.

She was out of her hero costume and wearing regular doctor attire, that being a white trenchcoat and blue medical scrubs. Without all of the excess stuff on her, she looked like a regular passerby, minus the scar on her lip that she received in a fight when she was on the battlefield. Her hair was a little messier than normal, and she had bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep, but otherwise, she looked just as she usually did.

Sakura used to study under him until she switched to studying with Recovery Girl, but he felt no ill will toward her for it. It was probably for the best, all things considered, especially given how similar their Quirks were. His Wonder Of U wouldn't help her understand how Healing Quirks affected the body, now would it?

"Yes… I was. I hadn't expected you to be here so soon, though. I guess the cat's out of the bag now. Yes, I smoke, and yes, I am aware of the hypocrisy of it," Tooru replied as Sakura frowned, crossing her arms almost as if she had been disappointed.

"For shame, Head Doctor," Sakura said, her eyebrows knit together, before her expression dropped entirely as she snickered to herself, confusing Tooru. Sakura then outstretched her hand toward him, confusing him further. Before he could ask, she spoke up. "Mind if I bum a cigarette off you?"

"You smoke as well?" Tooru asked as Sakura scoffed.

"Anyone who works these crazy shifts does as well. If you don't then you're either mentally unstable and thrive off constant work, or you have some kind of energy Quirk that keeps you going and keeps stress levels low," Sakura quipped, letting out an exhausted sigh as Tooru passed her a cigarette.

She stood next to him, taking out a lighter and lighting the cigarette. They stood in silence for a little while, watching as the clouds passed overhead. The last few days had been nothing but stressful, and it showed not only with them but with the rest of the staff.

The Hospital was almost at max capacity thanks to the recent attack in Downtown Musutafu. With how tensions had been high and unrest within the city becoming more and more apparent… Well, one could see how that would affect a Hospital. Primarily the people coming to visit the injured.

He had passed by so many grieving parents of children as he came up to the rooftop for his little break. Crying about having lost their young child in the attack, and he felt absolutely heartbroken for it. Alongside that, he passed by friends of his who were mourning their friends and family, and even worse, he even saw some of his friends in those hospital beds… some of which were being loaded up into body bags.

It almost made him consider something he shouldn't have in the first place. He was retired damn it. He didn't need to continue what he started all those years ago, but it was becoming apparent that he might've been needed. Just to keep things in check.

With All Might showing up, he thought he wouldn't have to even consider such a possibility. But now… he was starting to think otherwise.

Tooru wasn't stupid enough to believe that this wasn't connected to something. But the question was what? His expression contorted into one of deep thought as he caressed his chin, humming to himself as he took another drag out of his cigarette. It was almost down to the filter. He'd need to get another one….

"Something on your mind, Head Doctor?" Sakura asked as Tooru huffed.

"I'm just thinking… what if this is bigger than just a group of thugs?" Tooru pondered as Sakura raised an eyebrow.

"Well, that was pretty obvious the moment it happened. Mind elaborating?" Sakura paused for a moment, before tilting her head. "Didn't you used to be a Hero or something? Is that why you're questioning if this is something bigger?" Sakura asked as Tooru chuckled.

"Quite the opposite, actually. But that was when I was young and stupid. But I don't like to talk about those days," Tooru said, prompting Sakura to mutter an "oh" under her breath. Tooru quickly moved past the topic and continued his train of thought. "Doesn't this strike you as bizarre that this all happens just before a new wave of Hero Students are being pumped into the schools and a fresh batch of heroes is injected into the system?"

"What do you mean, Head Doctor?" Sakura asked, leaving her cigarette to burn out slowly as she was fully absorbed in the conversation.

"Well, think about it. An attack like this on Musutafu of all places hasn't happened since All Might revealed himself for the first time. Seeing as I used to run in… certain circles back in the day, I still have friends from that time, and we talk often. Said friends have been telling me that there's been a rumour that All Might is weakening and that villains countrywide have been eager to get a chance to cause some "much-needed havoc" as they put it," Tooru began as finished his cigarette, before putting it out on the ground.

He paused for a moment, a twinkle in his eye as he looked out toward the city, the sun rising overhead as he felt a smile tug at his lips. He always loved the view that this building gave him, even if he had to pull all-nighters to see it. But it was nothing a well-earned cup of coffee couldn't fix.

"Personally, I don't believe those rumours," a lie, but one needed to maintain the conversation, "but assuming they're true… well, it would explain why All Might has suddenly decided to work at U.A., does it not?" Tooru finished, glancing over at Sakura, who's eyes widened.

"W-Wait! All Might works at U.A. now?!" Sakura exclaimed as Tooru chuckled.

"I suppose he hasn't made it public yet, then," Tooru murmured, letting out a sigh. "Well, yes, he does work at U.A. I know that because a former sidekick of his asked me to help figure something out for him, and as a result, I got some benefits. One of those things is that I sometimes get information about All Might and what his moves are. This was one of those moves that said former sidekick told me about during a meeting."

As Tooru said that, he leaned against the railing on the rooftop once more, staring out into the city. "It's a wild world we live in, isn't it? To think that time is moving as fast as it is… I'm almost shocked that All Might is as old as he is now, and is still a Hero. I half-assumed he was working his way to retirement by now, but I guess not. To take up another job on top of being a Hero… It's quite gutsy if you ask me."

Of course, there was more to it. He knew there was more to it than just that. He just didn't know to what extent. He'd need more information, of course, but that would have to wait. Sir Nighteye didn't trust him and more than likely wouldn't trust him for a long time. Frankly, he didn't have a long time to get what he wanted. But he could figure that out at a later date.

"Former sidekick…. You mean Sir Nighteye?" Sakura asked as Tooru nodded.

"The one and only. He actually asked me to look into these for him to see if I could run some DNA tests on the material within to pinpoint them to an individual that he's been investigating. It's on the down-low, so don't say anything about it, but I figured I could lend a hand," Tooru said, pulling out a small red bullet with a needle tip for a bullethead.

"Whoa…. That actually looks similar to The Yellow Bullets. Do you think they're related?" Sakura asked as Tooru nodded.

"Most definitely. But as to why outside of the design? Well, I haven't run any tests on them yet due to how busy I've been. But… a part of me believes that if we—and by we I mean I—can crack the code behind this bullet, I think I can blow the whole case wide open on The Yellow Bullets. I half expect that's why Sir Nighteye came to me in the first place, knowing full well what my capabilities are," Tooru continued, putting The Red Bullet away.

"He's entrusting that information to you? Really? You'd forget where your head is if you didn't have attached to you," Sakura joked as Tooru pouted, playfully chopping her on the head multiple times while saying "jerk" repeatedly. It stopped after Sakura grabbed his wrist, prompting him to chuckle to himself. "On a more serious note, are you sure you won't overwork yourself?"

"Trust me, Sakura. I'll be fine," Tooru said, only to be shocked by Sakura kissing him on the cheek, before walking away, putting out her cigarette in the process. "I-I—"

"Good. Also, that was for that "anonymous email" you sent me about coming to the roof for something important. I knew it was you because of how you write. Oh, and you owe me a date. Our last one fell through due to work commitments, but this time, I want nothing delaying it. Got it?" Sakura said, before walking through the roof entranceway.

Tooru stood there, putting a hand to his cheek, holding it there for a second, before pulling it away after a second of keeping it there.

How long had it been since he fell in love with anyone? Sakura had been the first person he had fallen in love with since… since her. Even then, that little stint was a mistake, and yet it bore fruit regardless.

It was a shame that she died before she ever got to raise their son. He never followed up on him, but if he had to guess, something bad had happened. Especially given who was targeting her. He swore himself off from having another relationship—especially with someone so much younger than him.

Sakura had only just turned 29 years old, but there was something about her that made Tooru get a pep in his step. In comparison to Sakura, he was a fossil. But just because he was a fossil didn't mean he didn't have a way to keep himself from looking young.

While she didn't know how old he truly was, she was nearly thirty, so it didn't make it weird. While some people might consider it weird, they were both consenting adults. He didn't care what anybody thought about his very public relationship with Sakura.

They had been dating for a little over two months now, and he hadn't seen her happier. He himself felt happier, too. But even then, his true love had died a long time ago. But that wouldn't stop him from finding happiness, though.

Tooru shook his head. "I'm getting too old for this…" Tooru thought, putting a hand to his forehead as a rye smile took up his visage, before lowering his hand to his side. He walked back through the doors that Sakura walked through and put on his game face. He had a lot of work on his plate, and he needed to get it done sooner rather than later.

After all, Sir Nighteye was counting on him, and he wasn't going to let his old friend down.

[XXXX]

When the concept of "heroes" became a popular thing around the world, it was during the early ages of Quirks—back during the first generation of Quirk Users. The main reason why was due to the massive spike in crime rate, and it needed to be quelled. But, for average police officers whose only real weapons were guns and batons and armour, fighting against a guy who could, say, level a building with a couple of punches was just going to be impossible.

And so, that was when "heroes" started to show up, or what the modern day would call "vigilantes." The heroes of the past weren't legal and often found themselves just as hunted as the villains they rounded up for the police. But, despite that, they did what they did for the safety of the people around them.

Even back then, Hero Costumes were important. To disguise one's identity and make it harder to guess who they were behind the mask. It worked wonders, where even today, trying to figure out the true identity of the first generation of heroes was impossible.

So, obviously, when Heroes became mainstream, and when Governments across the world adopted the idea and started to pump them out through modified police academies meant to train these new "Meta Abilities" as they were called in the past, it was obvious that they would follow the rule book left behind heroes of the past.

Rule 1: Have it practical and flashy. Distract them from your appearance and have them focus on the fact that someone dressed in a costume is beating them up.

Rule 2: Have a strong-sounding name attached to it. Someone like "Lil' Joe" won't strike fear in your enemy as something like "King Black" would.

Rule 3: It's not just a costume. It's also armour. Design it with that in mind. A spandex might be cool, but a fireproof or bulletproof spandex is also better. Make it with durable steel fibre rather just regular fabric.

Rule 4: Follow the "Rule of Cool" method. If you think it's cool, do it. But don't go overboard. Especially if the "coolness" of something makes it less practical.

Of course, those rules were flanderized over the years. Most companies who made hero costumes forwent the first rule entirely and only pertained to the second rule ever so slightly. There was also rampant sexism which ran through the people who made hero costumes. Some companies refused to do female hero costumes unless they were heavily sexualized.

That was why Yoshihara went through the trouble of having to go through several meetings with several companies to get her costume just the way she wanted it until she finally found one that didn't fight her on any decision she made.

Detnerat.

Getting her hero costume made by Detnerat, while expensive, was worth it. They listened to everything she said, and only made edits to the design based on practicality to fit her "Quirk." But then, how could someone fit her costume around Killer Queen without knowing about it?

Well, there was a reason why she lied about having a Quirk. Of course, so that no one else knew about her secret, and also for things such as this.

As far as Detnerat was concerned, her "Quirk" originated from her hands. But, just because her "Quirk" originated from her hands, that didn't mean the rest of her body wasn't important to protect. So, because of that, when she received the pictures of it through email, she was nervous about what it would look like. She was worried they had flanderized it, much like other companies would.

But, that wasn't the case.

Yoshihara's hero costume was a retailored version of her suit that she wore in day-to-day life, but with a few changes. For starters, the suit she wore in public as her regular self was white and green, so she figured that she'd need a different colour for when she would be doing patrols, and a colour that would stand out.

So, she settled for a deep shade of pink, bordering on purple. The same shade as Killer Queen. After all, it made sense, especially if she was going to play the part of being the thing that bridged Killer Queen into reality when playing the role of a hero. It wasn't as if she could use it in fights against Quirk Users.

Well, she could, but then people would start to spread rumours about stupid things, and she didn't need that. Unless her secret got exposed about her having a power other than a Quirk, she was going to keep up the façade for as long as possible.

The details of the suit were also where things changed immensely, mainly as to what the suit was made out of, starting with the fabric, which was the most important part of the suit. It was what separated her costume from her regular suit.

The fabric of her costume consisted of a steel fibre that was durable enough to absorb 90% of the shock from a physical attack, and it was coated in a fire retardant that protected the suit from catching on fire. On top of that, it was bulletproof like a Kevlar vest, and the fabric was stiff enough to where it wouldn't blow in the wind.

Then, of course, there were the accessories, which there weren't a lot of. There were the gloves and the shoes, and that was it. Starting with the gloves, which were black, were fingerless allowing her to use her "Quirk" with them on. While having them fingerless made things… difficult for her due to how protective she was with her hands, she was able to brush that aside for the time being.

Then, came the shoes. They, much like everything else, were made of the same material as the suit, just applied to leather rather than fabric. But, that wasn't all. They were coated in a thin layer of a special coating that, upon coming into contact with something at extreme speeds, would explode on contact.

The best part? The shoes would dispense that coating over time once it was used, and thanks to how it was made, it was easy for other companies to recreate. So much so that Detnerat was confident that if she requested other companies to repair her shoes in case of an accident, they would be able to do so easily.

Of course, there was one more thing that she had that completed her outfit, that being the tie. It wasn't anything special. It was merely the same tie that she had with her original suit. Nothing more, and nothing less. Although, it was a different colour than black with gold skull motifs. It was silver with orange skull motifs.

She didn't know why they decided to pick those two colours, but to each their own, she supposed. Oh, and each costume made by Detnerat had its signature "two black dots on the collar" to show that they were made by Detnerat. But, due to her paranoia, Yoshihara decided to take a closer look at those two dots, as they were physically sewn into the suit.

Upon closer inspection, they were simple buttons. That was it. They weren't anything special, and they didn't do anything. While it was a little weird that they were there, she wasn't going to question it. Especially given it was their signature to show off where she got her costume from.

Originally, her hero costume was going to be different, and by different she meant the exact same colour and appearance as her original suit. But, Kayama-san made it a point for her to change it, hence why her hero costume was the pinkish-purplish colour that it was.

Though maybe it was just her, she felt as if it meant something… more than that. She didn't know why, but it did. Either way, the costume was already at U.A. and was awaiting her there for when she was going to use it. In fact, it had been there for a week, because that was when Kayama-san had her arrange its creation.

Currently, she stood amongst her class within a wide faux cityscape, created specifically for training exercises. Adorned in her hero costume, she adjusted the tie that she had made in her own spare time so that the collar would be a bit tighter around her neck.

"Oi! Kira-san!" Josefumi's voice echoed out to her as the blonde turned to face the boy in question. He was wearing a sailor uniform, minus the tacky hat, with a purple shirt that read "Jojo" going all the way through it. The shirt of his uniform was unbuttoned and only covered up to his midriff, allowing the "Jojo" shirt to be exposed. "Nice hero costume, looks really… er, well, boring. But I think it suits you!"

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult," Yoshihara thought, scowling at Kujo. He flinched, looking away, which wasn't her intention. She didn't mean to make him feel off, but then again, it was late into the day, and she just wanted to go home.

Her second day at U.A. had been, essentially, what regular high school was. She had Homeroom in the morning—which was basically time for her to talk to Kujo and Izuku, oh and Ashido too seeing as she decided to insert herself into their conversation about what to expect for their second day.

Not that Yoshihara was annoyed at that. Ashido reminded her of Sakunami-san, which made sense, given that they were friends. The only difference was that Ashido was a Quirk User and Sakunami was a Stand User and happened to be dating Kujo.

Then, after that, they all had Math Class taught by Kusukabe Itsuki, aka Ectoplasm. After that class, it was an English class taught by Hizashi Yamada, aka Present Mic—she knew who he was already, but only in passing, but he was just as loud and abrasive as she expected. Then it was lunchtime when she decided to sit by her lonesome just to see how people behaved—it was basically Aldera all over again, just with more people—and finally, afternoon classes.

And by classes, she meant Class. Because the only class that happened in the afternoon was Heroics 101. Which was what she was about to go through. All of her classmates, those that she knew and those that she didn't, all stood around her in front of All Might, a teacher at U.A., which was a thought that never crossed Kira's mind.

There had been rumours floating around saying that he was going to be a teacher at U.A., but she was never one to believe in those sorts of things. A part of her wondered why the number one Pro Hero decided to become a Teacher at U.A., and she came to the conclusion that it was due to his age.

All Might was 49 years old, turning 50 in a handful of months. It might not seem all that old, but considering the fact that All Might was the hero of all heroes in Japan, and had been in that role for well over 20 years, it was clear as day that there was a reason why All Might wanted to be a teacher.

His potential retirement.

It was an idea that no one liked to think of, even Yoshihara. The idea of All Might retiring was a horrifying prospect. He was The Symbol Of Peace. The best of the best. The cream of the crop. The crème de le crème. If he retired, then who would they fall back on? Endeavor? Yeah, no. Endeavor was strong, but not All Might strong.

There was a reason why All Might was considered the Symbol of Peace. It was All Might that protected everyone. It was All Might that allowed for Heroism to properly boom in Japan. A whole generation grew up with All Might, and another generation was about to see him leave the world of heroics.

It was quite a sad thing. It truly showed that beneath the vigour, beneath the muscle, and the bravado, All Might was just a human. And all humans had their stopping points. All Might was reaching his limit, but that didn't mean he couldn't guide the next generation of heroes, hence why he was at U.A. as a teacher.

It was quite the noble thing to do. To guide the next generation to do things properly and responsibly.

Looking around at the people around her, each one of her classmates had a determined look on their faces as they stood just in front of the entrance of the massive faux city, all adorned in their hero costumes.

All Might stood in front of them, a huge smile on his face. She didn't know what he was thinking, but that smile—that damned smile—it was so bright. Whenever she saw it, a part of her felt relieved. Perhaps it had been societal conditioning, perhaps it was the fact that his smile just radiated Hope. Whatever the case might have been as to why his smile made her feel better, none of that mattered, just like the rumours about him being at U.A. hadn't mattered.

What mattered were the words that came out of his mouth moments after his smile.

"Shall we begin, my wards?! It's time for Battle Training!" All Might boomed as chatter amongst the class began. Yoshihara had expected this. Well, not literally, but after seeing everyone get into their costumes, she knew full well that something was up. But battle training? Out of all the things All Might chose to do as his first lesson, he picked battle training. Now that? She hadn't expected that.

Either way, she was going to dominate in this exercise, after all, she had an unfair advantage. She had Killer Queen. Well, that was what she would have said, had it not been for the fact that she limited herself with her bubble bombs.

But that didn't mean she couldn't be creative with them.

Yoshiara saw All Might hold back a laugh, and for a brief second, she was able to track his line of sight, leading over to Izuku. His costume… well, it was interesting, to say the least. It was a green jumpsuit with a face mask mixed with a pullover hood. On top of the hood were two massive antae-looking things in the shape of All Might's famous pointed hair. Yoshihara had to repress a chuckle as well. The costume was so clearly based on All Might that it was almost too obvious.

Baby steps. He was taking baby steps, but it was fine. After all, he was still a massive fan of All Might, so, of course, his costume was going to be based on the guy. Though she didn't expect that it would be that far. Although, it also kind of looked like rabbit ears at a certain angle.

However, there was something that was still bothering her, and it was still related to Izuku. Maybe it was because she felt off about how she kept it from her, but she was still upset over the fact that he didn't tell her about his Quirk awakening. While he did say that he was sorry over the phone, Yoshihara still found it hard for her to accept that apology. But, she did, and now it was all water under the bridge.

Yoshihara had to remember that there was probably a reason why he kept it secret, and a part of her believed that reason to be Bakugo Katsuki. It was clear that Bakugo had a negative influence on him, so much so that he thought it important to keep massive secrets such as awakening a Quirk from others.

She just hoped that Izuku was doing alright….

"Sensei! This appears to be the same field used in the Entrance Exam. Will we once again be performing cityscape maneuvers?!" The sudden voice of Ida Tenya spoke out as Yoshihara raised an eyebrow. Did they use this place for the Entrance exam? It made sense thinking about it. With that many participants, it was no wonder they needed so much space.

"I'm honestly kinda glad I didn't have to be squeezed in with so many people…" Yoshihara thought, crossing her arms. "Though that only means that these people truly are the best of the best. I cannot hold back if what we're doing is what I think we're doing."

And as if All Might was psychic, her question was answered.

"Nope! You'll be moving on to step two! Indoor Anti-personnel Battle Training!" All Might began, his smile ever-present. "Villain battles are more commonly seen outdoors, but statistically, the most heinous villains are more likely to appear indoors. Between confinement, house arrest, and black market deals in this hero-filled society of ours…." All Might stopped for a moment to clear his throat before continuing. "The cleverest villains out there lurk indoors!" All Might finished, standing in his famous "two fists on hips" pose.

"You'll now be split into Villain teams and Hero teams and face off in two-on-two indoor battles!" This declaration caused quite a stir amongst the students, and as a result, murmuring began to occur. Yoshihara was unperturbed, after all, she was confident that she could beat any of her classmates. It was then, in the cacophony of voices, a rather nasally voice spoke up, one belonging to Asui Tsuyu.

"So no basic training?" Asui asked as All Might nodded.

"Practical experience teaches you the basics!" All Might replied before continuing. "The distinction here is that you won't be fighting disposable robots."

And with that, the teacher was bombarded with questions, much to All Might's and Yoshihara's dismay.

"What determines victory?"

"Can I just blast everyone away?"

"Are you threatening to expel someone like Aizawa-sensei did…?"

"How do we proceed to divide ourselves into teams?"

"How fabulous is my cape?"

"ONE AT A TIME! MY QUIRK ISN'T SUPER-HEARING!" All Might boomed, causing everyone to quiet down. He let out a sigh, his smile beaming once more. Then, he took out a booklet and began to read it, much to a few people's confusion, including Yoshihara.

"Does The Number One Pro Hero require a notebook to teach a bunch of teenagers? I guess he's not the most experienced teacher in the world, which makes sense, but still…."

"A-hem, listen up! Here's the deal. The villains will be hiding a nuclear weapon in the hideout. It's the job of the heroes to go in and take care of it! The heroes have a limited amount of time to capture the villains or secure the weapon. The villains must either capture the heroes or protect the weapon until the time is up." As All Might finished explaining, he turned around back to the rest of the class with a box with the word "lots" on the front. "Your battle partners will be decided by drawing lots!"

With a swift sense of concern, Ida was the first to chime in out of everyone in the class. "Is that really the best way?!" Ida asked as Izuku spoke up to answer in All Might's stead.

"It makes sense because pro heroes often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot during emergencies," Izuku said, catching Ida's attention. Yoshihara smirked, uncrossing her arms. Of course, Izuku would know that, it was in his blood to know that. He was a hero nerd after all.

"Ah, I see…." Ida said, sighing.

"No, young Ida, it was my fault for not clarifying. I apologize for getting ahead of myself, my mistake!" All Might said as the rest of the class echoed each other's thoughts of 'let's just get into it.' All Might went around letting everyone pick the balls out of the box with the corresponding letter on each ball from A through J.

Team A: Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako.

Team B: Todoroki Shoto & Shoji Mezou.

Team C: Yaoyorozu Momo & Kira Yoshihara.

Team D: Ida Tenya & Bakugou Katsuki.

Team E: Aoyama Yuuga & Ashido Mina.

Team F: Rikido Sato & Koda Koji.

Team G: Kaminari Denki & Jirou Kyoka.

Team H: Asui Tsuyu & Tokoyami Fumikage.

Team I: Mashiaro Ojiro & Kujo Josefumi.

Team J: Sero Hanta & Kirishima Eijirou.

With the teams selected, Both Yaoyorozu and Kira stood side by side, greeting one another with a simple nod of acknowledgement. Yaoyorzu smiled before speaking. "It's good to know that I'm partnered with someone who I somewhat know the Quirk of," Momo commented as Yoshihara hummed in agreement.

Yoshihara looked over her shoulder and noticed that Izuku had been partnered with Uraraka, and his face was noticeably red, though more out of embarrassment than anything else. Josefumi had been paired up with the guy with the tail, the two had been talking almost as if they knew each other. It was a small world, so perhaps that had been the case. Or maybe they met at the Entrance Exam? That too was also a possibility.

"ALRIGHT!" All Might's voice boomed, catching everyone's attention once more as he stood beside two boxes. The boxes had the titles "Hero" and "Villain" in bold capital letters. "Moving on, the first two teams who will be competing against one another are… THESE!" All Might pulled out two balls with the letters 'A' and 'D.'

"The heroes are Team A! And the villains are Team D!" All Might declared, putting the balls off to the side before beginning another explanation, one that Yoshihara saw coming from a mile away.

"The villain team goes first! The timer starts in five minutes when the hero team sneaks in. The rest of us will watch via CCTV!" All Might stated, looking over to both teams. "Ida, Bakugo, you boys need to adopt a villain mindset! This is a practical experience, so go all out. Don't hold back! Though, I will stop you if you take things too far…." All Might, tacking on the last bit as if to cover his ass if something bad truly did happen. Yoshihara frowned at this, though said nothing. Yoshihara, along with everyone else, was funnelled into the viewing room and watched the battle via the six monitors set up within the viewing room.

It. Was. Rough.

Izuku was never properly given a chance to fight back against Bakugo when he ambushed both him and Uraraka—who split up, which was dumb, and Bakugo took things a bit too far nearing the end.

Whatever he was doing caused All Might to step in and tell him to stop, though Bakugo ignored it and attacked Izuku anyway, unleashing a massive explosion that nearly took up the entire hallway. None of the other students could hear what was going on, but Yoshihara for one was not liking what it was she was seeing.

The battle concluded on the side of the heroes, spurred on by Izuku using his Quirk to blast a hole through six floors of the building, allowing Uraraka to take Ida by surprise, hug the bomb, and lead to their victory. However, as a result, Izuku's entire right arm was destroyed.

Of course, everyone made comments on the battle, but Yoshihara had blocked them all out, even All Mights. All she wanted to do was watch the fight and analyze what was going on to better understand the fight and its fighters, yet she barely understood the absolute fury that was strewn across Bakugo's face and the annoyance in Izuku's.

Yoshihara knew that Bakugo hated Izuku with a passion. But Izuku? Well, of course, there was the pain behind the broken arm, but he wasn't annoyed at the arm. He was annoyed with Bakugo, and through the pain, she could see anger.

He was angry with Bakugo. The words "angry" and "Izuku" didn't mix. Not in her mind, anyway.

The entire time the fight went on, Yoshihara watched with bated breath. Bakugo had taken things a step too far each time and seemed to have no remorse for his actions, hell, it even looked like he enjoyed doing it. While no one could hear their conversations, it was clear that Bakugo was the aggressor.

"That fucking asshole…. He's not going to make it through this year, I'll make damn sure of that…." Yoshihara thought, staring at Bakugo's face on one of the cameras with murderous intent. He had no excuse, not even his anger was an excuse. She was going to make sure that he paid dearly for what he had done. One of these days, she was going to find a reason to beat him into the ground, and whether it killed him or not depended on how merciful she was feeling.

When the two teams, sans Izuku, who was with Recovery Girl getting his arm fixed, the group of three all lined up in front of All Might. He looked at them all with a judgmental eye, grading them internally. The awkward silence was broken by All Might as he spoke.

"Well, I'd say… the M.V.P in this battle was Ida!" All Might stated, causing shock, annoyance, and upset amongst the other three. Though Izuku wasn't there to hear it, Yoshihara would've had to assume that he'd feel the latter.

"Not Uraraka, or Midoriya? Even though they won?" Tsuyu was the one to ask as All Might hummed.

"I wonder why? Does anyone know?!" All Might asked emphatically as Yaoyorozu spoke up beside Yoshihara.

"I do, All Might-Sensei," Yaoyorozu said, clearing her throat to begin a lengthy explanation. "It's because Ida was most able to adapt to the scenario. From what I saw, Bakugo's every action was motivated by an obvious personal grudge. And as you mentioned before, sensei, using destructive attacks indoors is foolish.

Midoriya's performance suffered from the same faults. Uraraka lost focus halfway through, and her final attack was far too haphazard. Such an attack would be unthinkable if the nuclear weapon were real.

But Ida formed an actual counter-strategy and he envisioned what the actual struggle would be like. He was only too late in reacting at the very end. The hero team only won because this was a training exercise with exploitable constraints."

A wave of silence washed over the class, leaving everyone, including All Might, in awe of Yaoyorozu's observational skills. Yoshihara had to blink a few times. She had been paired up with a genius! All Might coughed into his hand before speaking up to break the silence once more. "I-I'd also add that Ida was a bit too stiff but… Yes… You're correct…!"

Yaoyorozu simply huffed, a flat expression on her face. "We've got to start at the bottom and work up! And if we don't earnestly cheer each other on we'll never be top heroes!" Yaoyorozu said, putting her hands on her hips. She was the number one recommended first year, after all, so she had to show it.

A new location had to be picked for the next battle, seeing as the previous building was destroyed, though it had the same idea. A tall building with three to four floors within. Team B - Shoji Mezou and Shoto Todoroki, and I – Mashiaro Ojiro and Josefumi Kujo were picked. Currently, the villain Team, Team I, was up on the top floor. Between the two teams, Josefumi's team was a little bit more prepared than Team B.

Josefumi was looking out of the window as the two hero participants were hiding behind a corner, trying and failing to be sneaky. Silently, a bubble began to float down towards the back of Todoroki's head, out of sight of both Shoji and Todoroki.

A wry smirk took up Josefumi's face as Ojiro spoke up "So… what's the plan, Kujo-san?" Ojiro asked as Josefumi looked over his shoulder to look at Ojiro, his smirk ever present.

"Please, call me Fumi-kun, we're classmates, not strangers. Anyway, I think I should tell you a bit about my Quirk first and foremost," Josefumi began, as he stood up straight. "My Quirk – Plunder, allows me to create bubbles out of my fingertips. These bubbles can steal an aspect from a person upon making contact with them, or if they pop in the area they are in. This extends to Quirks." As Josefumi explained this, as if to prove a point, he pointed up his index finger and revealed a bubble with a star in the middle of it.

"W-What, you can steal Quirks?!" Ojiro said, freaking out as Josefumi shook his head, disappearing the bubble from his finger as he continued.

"Well, if we're being technical, yeah. But I don't keep them. I can shut it down and prevent them from using it. I can also do that with any part of the body. For example, I can make it so you can't move your arm, blink, or even see. I could take the friction out of your feet, or I can make the floor slippery. I can render someone completely useless in a fight," Josefumi corrected, his smirk ever-present. "The only issue is that I can only "steal" one thing at a time, and only with one person at a time."

Technically, he wasn't lying if he was simply explaining his Stand's, Soft & Wet's, Ability. It was what Kira was doing with her Killer Queen, so he didn't see why he couldn't do the same thing.

"Oh, okay. So, what's the plan then? You seem to be thinking of something, so what is it?" Ojiro asked as Josefumi turned back to look out the window.

"Here's the thing. I've already enacted it. Tell me, who do you think the person who is going to give us the most trouble is?" Josefumi asked as Ojiro hummed, leaning against the bomb.

"Well, I'd have to say it's Todoroki, but I'm not sure I follow…" Ojiro said as Josefumi crossed his arms.

"Well, I asked All Might in advance if it was okay for me to set up my plan in advance, and he was okay with it. Right now, I have one of my plunder bubbles near Todoroki's head. A little note about them is that since they're see-through, you'd have to squint to see them, and since Todoroki is completely unaware of what my Quirk can do, he won't even bother looking at it or thinking anything of it.

That will be his downfall. I plan to make him unable to use his Quirk, completely. I had a feeling that he'd try and freeze the whole building to prevent us from winning and take the easy win for him and his team. But I won't let him do that. The moment that timer starts, that bubble is going to pop, and when it does… Todoroki will be rendered completely useless to his partner."

Ojiro's jaw dropped at the plan, but slowly, that shocked expression turned to an amused one. "I have to say, that's genius of you, Fumi-kun. It sounds like you have battle experience already!" Ojiro said as Josefumi huffed.

"Trust me, when you're related to the Joestars, it's in one's nature to be a tactical genius." The timer buzzed, and the bubble popped, causing Todoroki to flinch. Rubbing the back of his head, he looked around, shrugged, and then entered the bottom floor of the building.

"Did it work?" Ojiro asked as Josefumi nodded.

"Let's see how this plays out now… you thought you had the upper hand, Todoroki, but now you're on a level playing field with the rest of us, Ojiro, we're going to make our way to the bottom floor, let's go!" Josefumi said, turning to the stairwell.

"But wait, what about the bomb?!" Ojiro shouted as Josefumi smirked.

"We don't need to worry about it. They'll be too busy trying to figure out why Todoroki's Quirk isn't working to focus on the bomb. Once we get down there, I need you to immobilize Shoji, that way we won't have to deal with him. Now come on, let's capture some heroes!"

Meanwhile, Todoroki and Shoji stood at the bottom floor as Shoji's multiple arms spread out, several mouths coming out from the webbing between them. "They're running down here and leaving their bomb unprotected, I wonder why that is…." Shoji said, crossing his arms. "It might be a trap, they can't be that stupid…," he continued, looking at Todoroki.

"Get outside. It's about to get frosty in here. Our opponents think they're playing a defensive game, but…." As he stomped his foot down, attempting to shoot out ice, nothing came. Todoroki raised an eyebrow and did it again, but it failed.

"Uh… Todoroki, is everything alright?" Shoji asked, his tone of voice filled with concern as Todoroki's eyes widened.

"No…! My Quirk, it's not activating, but why?" Todoroki said looking at his hand, not even seeing any flakes of ice coming off of it. "Does one of them have a Quirk like Aizawa-sensei's, or, perhaps… no, Aizawa-sensei wouldn't be here, that's improbable. So what the hell is going on?" "What are our enemies Quirks, Shoji?" Todoroki asked as he blinked.

"Ojiro's is just called Tail for self-explanatory reasons, and Kujo's is… actually, I don't know. He barely used it on the apprehension test, and I didn't see him in the entrance exam. Do you think…?" Shoji left the question unanswered when suddenly, alarms rang off in Todoroki's head.

"That popping sound we heard at the beginning of the match. It sounded like a bubble! That bubble… I think it might have something to do with why I can't use my Quirk. I can't even feel my left or my right side. It's almost as if—"

"As if it was shut down, right?" The sudden appearance of Josefumi caught the two off guard, his hands in his pockets as he smirked. His eyes locked with Todoroki's, who presented a glare towards Josefumi.

"I knew you'd try something like that, attempting to freeze the whole building. It was a gut feeling, and I'm glad it paid off. My Quirk steals aspects from people, including Quirks. You're fighting Quirkless now, leaving you open. So now, you have to rely on strategy to fight me. You can't just one shot the entire building and make us look like fools!" Josefumi said, a glint in his eye.

"Shoji, take him out!" Todoroki commanded as the muscular boy ran towards him, yet Josefumi stood calm. As Shoji raised his hand to attack the teen, a tail smacked up against his head, the blow was hard enough to rattle his head, sending him to the ground unconscious. Landing on his feet, Ojiro bound Shoji's arms together using his own capture tape, leaving a stunned Todoroki.

"WHAT?!" The confused shout of Todoroki echoed out in the building as Josefumi closed the distance between the two. Todoroki tried to react with a poorly choreographed punch, only for Josefumi to grab his wrist, forcing his arm up and out of the way, before landing an elbow to his gut.

Todoroki staggered back and attempted to close the distance, only for Kujo to kick him in the jaw, sending him to the ground. But Todoroki wasn't finished. He wasn't going to be embarrassed like this.

He was so used to using his Quirk that he never bothered to fight with his fists. He never figured he'd be put in a situation where he'd have to fight Quirkless, and it showed. As he stood up from the ground, showing that he could still fight, Josefumi closed the distance once again and grabbed him by the collar of his costume.

"Without your Quirk, you're nothing. With a little bit of forethought and predetermined knowledge about me, you probably could've won," reeling his fist back, Josefumi punched the confused Todoroki under the chin, causing him to fly backwards and onto his back once again, dazed and confused.

"But you were so caught up in your own plan to attack us that you never had the idea to think about who your opponents were," Josefumi said, kneeling to Todoroki as he stared the boy in the eyes. One of the shoulders of his outfit slipped down just a bit to reveal a star-shaped birthmark on the back of his shoulder.

Todoroki's eyes widened as his arms were bound by his own capture tape, courtesy of Josefumi. "Y-You're a Joestar…! Damnit… I should have known. Kujo was the name of a famous hero before the time of Pro-heroes. You're his great-grandson, aren't you? The great-grandson of Jotaro Kujo."

"Damn right, and don't you ever forget it, Todoroki Shouto," Josefumi said, picking him up by his taped wrist.

"THE VILLAIN TEAM WINS!" All Might announced as an annoyed Todoroki looked away. Josefumi snapped his fingers as the half-and-half boy felt his Quirk return to him. Overall, today had been a not-so-great day for Shoto Todoroki.

"I underestimated him. I now know not to do that in the future. I will not let something like this happen again. I'm a recommended Student, damnit, and I cracked under the pressure. He's right. Without my Quirk, I'm nothing. I think I should fix that." As Todoroki finished his train of thought, Ojiro slapped Shoji in the face, waking him up as Shoji slowly stood up.

"Did we…?"

"You lost. Hopefully, there are no hard feelings," Josefumi said as Shoji nodded.

"Yeah. You simply outplayed us. Although, I have to ask, what exactly is your Quirk, Kujo-san?" Shoji asked as Josefumi walked beside him while the other two dashed ahead.

"First of all, it's Fumi-kun, secondly, my Quirk is called Plunder. It allows me to steal an aspect of a person's body, be it sight, hearing, touch, feeling, or even Quirks, rendering that part of them useless. It generates in the form of a bubble that comes out from my fingertips. I used it to deactivate Todoroki's Quirk and pretty much guarantee our win," Josefumi replied, earning a nod from Shoji.

"That's a really good Quirk. I'm surprised you weren't a recommended student," Shoji said, walking out of the building with Josefumi. As for Josefumi, he scoffed, putting both of his hands behind the back of his head.

"I was originally going to be, but I changed my mind and rejected the recommendation. I wanted to get in on my own merits, not because my father wanted to recommend me to U.A. to get a fast pass. I love my old man, but I'd rather not be handheld by him all the time" Josefumi said, putting his hands back down to his sides.

Shoji smiled underneath his mask, nodding. "That's rather considerate of you, Fumi-kun. But what would've happened if you didn't make it into U.A.?" he asked as Josefumi shrugged.

"Probably work with the Speedwagon Foundation, considering my family owns it," Josefumi replied. The rest of the walk back to the viewing room was silent as they picked up the pace.

When the group of four made it into the observation room, All Might laughed heartily before clearing his throat. "Well done Villain Team! Now, who can tell me who the MVP of that battle was?" this time, it was Tsuyu who spoke up instead of Yaoyorozu.

"I think it was Kujo—"

"Call me Fumi-kun. That's what everyone calls me, not Kujo-san or Kujo, please and thank you!" Josefumi interrupted as Tsuyu nodded. Yoshihara raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as Josefumi shushed her, turning her expression into a scowl.

"Right, sorry, Fumi-kun. He was MVP of the match, not only because of his planning ahead but also his use of his Quirk to neutralize Todoroki. Not only did he plan ahead, but he used his Quirk in such a manner that made it impossible to guess what it was until it was too late.

His positioning of the Quirk as well, having it behind Todoroki's point of view, was also smart—ribbit—and his coordination with his teammate allowed for the plan to be conducted in a rather simple, easy-to-follow way so as not to confuse his teammate."

As Tsuyu finished explaining, All Might nodded. "Well said, now, let's move on to the next match! Team C, Yaoyorozu Momo, and Team G, Kaminari Denki and Jirou Kyoka! Team Heroes will be Team G and Team Villains will be Team C!" All Might said as the two teams stood up.

Yoshihara could feel the scathing glare at the back of her head, thanks to Jirou. She had no idea if it wa genuine hatred, or just determination to win. Either way, it didn't matter, because Jirou wasn't going to win.

She was going to lose. Horribly. After all, she needed to knock her ego down. What better way to do that than to utterly humiliate her in the process?

Regardless, win or lose, the goal was to humiliate Jirou. She had no real interest in winning, but if she could humble Jirou and get her to stop being a bitch, or at least start the process of doing so, then she'd take any chance she was given.

On the other side of things, Kyoka was annoyed. Why'd she have to fight against Kira over Kujo? She would've much rather fought against him, but she'd settle for someone in his group of friends.

Besides, from just a glance, Kira didn't look like anything special. Kyoka had been in fights before, and she knew how to defend herself. While her explosive bubble Quirk was dangerous, it wouldn't be dangerous if it never hit her.

While her ally, Kaminari, didn't look that impressive himself, it was his Quirk that would aid them. Not that she figured she needed him to do anything. Maybe he could distract Yaoyorozu, but that was it.

She was going to win.

She was going to show Kujo that his friends were weak, and she'd revel in the look on his face when he saw one of his friends beaten to a pulp.

Maybe she was taking things a little too far, but she didn't care. She'd do anything to spite that Joestar brat, even if it meant dragging her own name and reputation through the mud. Maybe, if her mother knew that she had made her uncle's son cry, she'd stop hounding her and pushing her around.

"You got this. It's just some scrawny-looking fancy-pants suit-wearing twit…"

"…What could possibly go wrong?"

-To be Continued-