Summer. A season full of scorching hot days, beautiful green and cherry blossom trees, and clear skies. A time to celebrate youth and a time to dedicate one's afternoon to playing with friends. But today, on the first of June, an unexpected rainfall hit all of Japan out of nowhere. The weather forecasters didn't predict it. Meteorologists said that it was strange for it to have occurred, as all of the weather patterns dictated that it was supposed to be a sunny, clear skies kind of day.

All scientific answers made little sense as to why the skies wept. But the simple answer—the one that could explain what was happening—was that today had been a day of mourning. Not but a week ago, a massive tragedy had taken place. Hosu City was attacked by villains. The death toll had reached the triple digits, and various news organizations were claiming it to be a massive failure.

The city's damages were calculated to cost the country at least 10 Billion Yen, or roughly 70 million American dollars. Many people were mourning the loss of their loved ones, family members, and friends.

The attack on Hosu City was one that no one could've prepared for. The heroes had done as good of a job as they could, but they were only human at the end of the day. They couldn't miraculously save everyone.

That, and the heroes also lost some of their own.

Out in the middle of The Musutafu National Cemetery, the sounds of rain pattering against a black umbrella rang throughout the place of mourning. Seven people stood in front of one grave, while over in the distance, around 17 other people stood at another one. Both graves belonged to two people, two very important people, at least to the people visiting them.

One of the people in the group of Seven, Yoshihara Kira, looked down at the grave in front of her with a look of both grief and acceptance. This was bound to happen. She knew it had been. But even so—even as her brain tried to rationalize this as best as she could so as to not let her newly found emotions get to her—that hadn't stopped her from crying.

She barely knew the person who had died. Yet, it still impacted her. After all, if it wasn't for them, then they would've never met Izuku. Literally. Had it not been for their existence, Izuku would not exist. But all of that aside, even now, her expression had once again defaulted to that of a neutral mask.

It wasn't out of a lack of emotions, the truth of the matter was that she had already cried enough to last her a month. She didn't want to cry anymore. Her tears had long since dried. For now, anyway.

The same could not be said for Izuku., who was standing by her right. While he had calmed down significantly, he was still teary-eyed, his eyes still slightly red from all the crying he had done. She couldn't blame him. Especially given whose grave it had been.

Here Lies:

Inko Midoriya

She was a loving, caring, and sweet mother who did everything to protect her family. She will be missed by all who loved her.

2082 – 2123

"This isn't fair…" Izuku muttered, his voice trembling as Yoshihara put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Izuku tensed at her touch. Not because he was uncomfortable but because it was unexpected. "She… she didn't deserve this…. Why?"

"We don't know yet," Josefumi spoke up, standing to Yoshihara's left. "Given who had attacked her, though, I've called for The Speedwagon Foundation to investigate. This Nicholas Asahina guy… You mentioned him before, right, Midoriya?" Josefumi said as Izuku shook his head.

"Not right now… please…"

"Sorry…" Josefumi said, looking away. Karera, who had been standing next to Josefumi, stood politely under the same umbrella as Josefumi. She hadn't said a word since they arrived at the cemetery.

That accounted for four people, but the other three, the Bakugo Family, were on the other side of the grave. Silence had subsumed the area after what Josefumi had said, and no one wanted to say anything. No one except for Katsuki.

"The fuck are you talkin' about?" Katsuki spat as Josefumi looked over at him.

"The man who killed Midoriya Inko. His name was Nicholas Asahina. Inko, apparently, made a lot of enemies at some point, and this Asahina fellow was one of them. The Speedwagon Foundation is looking into it," Josefumi replied as Katsuki scowled. Before he could speak, Katsuki's mother, Mitsuki Bakugo, spoke up.

"I'm sorry, but Inko would never make enemies of anyone. She's too much of a sweetheart for that," Mitsuki stated, crossing her arms. To describe Mitsuki Bakugo would be to describe what would happen if Katsuki had been a woman. She had the same explosive styled ash-blonde hair, the same ruby red eyes, the same slightly tanned skin, and the same fierce air about her.

Mitsuki was dressed in a black dress shirt and black dress pants, and in her right hand was a similar kind of umbrella to that of what Yoshihara was holding. Next to her was a brown-haired man of similar skin colour, with a similar shade of brown eyes. He had some stubble on his upper lip, and while his expression was less expressive, it did contain the same level of confusion and slight outrage at Josefumi's statement.

Luckily for Josefumi, Izuku spoke up. "Aunt Mitsuki… He's not wrong," Izuku said as Mitsuki blinked.

"W-what?"

"Shut up," Katsuki cut in, glaring at Izuku. "Whatever this is about, I don't wanna hear it. If it's true that, of all people, Aunt Inko did make enemies, all I wanna know is if that bastard is dead."

"His corpse was found in Izuku's home, next to Inko's, with a knife lodged in his throat. Inko more than likely took him out before she died," Yoshihara remarked coldly, keeping a calm expression on her face and trying not to let the slowly building anger in her blood not to boil over.

The anger wasn't directed at Katsuki, nor his family, nor at anyone in particular. The simple truth was that Yoshihara was livid. Livid at the fact that their internships were cut short. Livid at the fact that Inko was dead. Livid at the fact that Ida was dead. Livid at the fact that things just kept getting worse.

None of this was fair. None of it. Not a single shred of any of this was fair even in the slightest. Just as things were looking good. Just as things were starting to get good, everything had to come crashing down like a set of playing cards.

Of all people to die, why them? Inko was targeted, but Ida? Why did he have to die? What did he do to deserve his death? The only thing that she could possibly think about was that, during the Hosu attack, someone snuck up behind him and done him in. But then again, this was Ida she was thinking about.

Ida was a smart person. He would never let his guard down in a situation like that. Not unless his mind was muddied or something along those lines. Not unless he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

That wasn't the Ida that she knew. He wasn't the type of person to just… up and die.

"Kira, you good?" Karera's voice cut through Yoshihara's thought's as she sighed. Mitsuki looked as if she was trying to say something to her, but stopped. Yoshihara didn't know why, but she brushed it off.

"No. I'm not. I want to go home…" Yoshihara muttered.

"You don't have anything to say about Inko?" Mitsuki chidded as Yoshihara narrowed her eyes. She wanted to say something nasty. Mention how Inko almost killed her just to stir up some drama. But she refrained. Katsuki's mother didn't need to know that. That, and just because Yoshihara was in a foul mood didn't mean she needed to spread it.

"She was a good mother. She raised Izuku of all people, so that's a testament to something. I didn't know her all too well. Never talked to her much, so what's there for me to say," Yoshihara replied curtly as Mitsuki scoffed.

"Yet you're dating her son."

"Auntie…" Izuku muttered. "Please."

"Come on, honey. Leave them alone," Katsuki's father, Masaru, finally spoke up, putting a hand on Mitsuki's shoulders. "We don't want to cause a scene." Masaru continued, before looking over to Yoshihara and Josefumi. "I apologize. These last few days have been… rough. You mentioned the Speedwagon Foundation was looking into this? Why?"

"It's classified. All you need to know is that it's related to an investigation they've been conducting for the last few months. My Dad, the CEO, is under the belief that her death is connected. That's all I can say," Josefumi said as Masaru nodded.

"Okay. Katsuki, Mitsuki, let's go," Masaru said, a hint of authority in his voice. Izuku looked a little taken aback by his tone, and Yoshihara was the only one to notice it. She guessed he never usually did that. She wouldn't know, though, since she never met them.

Mitsuki didn't look too happy about leaving already, and neither did Katsuki. Before they left, though, Katsuki looked at Yoshihara and narrowed his eyes. "Oi, Blondie."

"Yes, Bakugo?" Yoshihara asked as Katsuki opened his mouth to say something, but stopped, glancing at the ground, before looking back at Yoshihara.

"I wanna talk. Meet me at the arcade building in Eastern Musutafu." With that, Katsuki left. Yoshihara was more than a little confused. Since when did he want to talk with her? Better yet, what did he want to talk to her about? It obviously had to do with recent events.

Not a moment later, the Bakugo family left, leaving Izuku, Yoshihara, Josefumi, and Karera by Inko's grave. Izuku stared at their retreating forms, a confused gleam in his eyes. "I don't get it… why was Aunt Mitsuki so… hostile?"

"Everyone grieves differently," Josefumi said, patting Izuku on the back. "I'm sorry for what happened. I feel somewhat responsible for dragging you guys into this. I should've known something like this was going to happen…" Josefumi continued, frowning.

"On the bright side, we now know for certain that this extends beyond a regular group of thugs," Karera pointed out, before pulling a card out from her pants pocket. The card in question had a number inscribed on it, and the name Damnatio Ad Bestias was written on the top of the card in italicized kanji. "That Asahina guy had a calling card on him before he died. Chances are he was gonna leave that as a little taunt before Inko got to him."

"Damnatio Ad Bestias…. Damned To The Beasts. Are these guys a foreign group?" Izuku asked as Josefumi shrugged.

"Maybe. But I doubt it. Asahina was Japanese, and so was that other Stand User back at the USJ. Makoto, I believe her name was. That assassin on mine and Yoshihara's plane was also Japanese. Either they have a Japanese branch or they took that name because it sounded cool. Seeing as they only showed up in our lives the moment we started investigating The Stand Bullet, chances are that this group is our culprit."

"That's all well and good," Yoshihara began, "but I'd much rather we wait to talk about this until after the funeral is over." As Yoshihara said that, Josefumi sheepishly looked away, scratching behind his head.

"Hehe… Sorry."

"Should we… go say our peace to Ida?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara nodded. Silently, the group of four walked over to Ida's grave, where the rest of Class 1 – A were. It was mostly silent, save for a few people shedding tears. Aizawa was looming over everybody, and while he was doing his best to hide it, there was a clear air of anger resting around him.

Yoshihara couldn't blame him. No one was happy with the outcome. What happened in Hosu was a nightmare, and that wasn't counting the aftermath. Ida's family already held a private funeral for him, and this was the rest of the class gathering to pay their respects.

Aizawa shot the group of five a glance, before nodding. As soon as they joined up with the rest Class 1 – A, Yoshihara stared at Ida's grave. While Inko's killer was put to justice, Ida's had not. They were still out there. Izuku had encountered them, and if what he said was true, then she didn't know if it would be possible to put them down.

Nobody should have been able to survive being burned to a crisp. Not even someone with a regeneration Quirk capable of regrowing limbs. It sounded impossible, and yet, Todoroki and Izuku had bore witness to just that. When Josefumi heard what Izuku had said, he went deathly silent, and said that he'd follow up with them on what it could possibly be.

That… didn't bode well.

Taking one last look at Ida's grave, Yoshihara couldn't help but scowl.

Here Lies:

Ida Tenya

Younger brother, loving son, and a cherisher for the rules. Taken far too soon. May he be missed.

2108 - 2123

"It's not fair…" Kaminari muttered, clearly distraught. "I mean, he was a little annoying, but he was a good guy…. He didn't deserve to die…"

"Mhm…" Koda hummed, his eyes closed, a small build-up of tears in either of his eyes.

"If that villain is still on the loose… What if we're next?" Sero panicked, fear coating his words as Kirishima lightly smacked him up the side of his head.

"Stop that! That won't happen! It was a freak accident… There's no way they'd target us, right?" Kirishima said, although his voice betrayed his confidence in lieu of a hint of concern and skepticism.

"Not that it matters," Aizawa grunted, earning confused expressions from the rest of the class. He turned his attention to Sero and Koda, a disappointed look on his face. "Effective immediately, your parents pulled you out of the hero course."

"What!?" Sero shouted, as Aizawa sighed.

"We tried reasoning with them, but they refused to budge. I'm sorry, Sero. The same goes with you, Koda. On the bright side, you're being transferred to Shiketsu. So, at the very least, you're going to remain in a hero course. Just not ours. I don't blame them. U.A.'s failed to keep you safe, and this is the result of constant failures," Aizawa stated as Sero looked defeated, whilst Koda looked mortified.

"No way… That's awful," Uraraka said as Sero hung his head low.

"Guess this is goodbye then…" Sero muttered as Ashido ruffled his hair, catching him off guard. "W-Wha—"

"No it ain't! We'll keep in contact, promise!" Ashido said as Kaminari hung an arm around Sero's shoulder.

"Hell yeah, we will!" Kaminari followed up as Sero smiled.

"Thanks, guys," Sero said as Kirishima patted Koda on the back, scaring him as Kirishima smirked.

"Yeah, we'll keep in touch. Right guys?" Kirishima asked as everyone replied with "absolutely." Koda looked as if he was about to cry, meanwhile Aizawa felt an honest sense of pride in his students. Despite the fact that they had only known one another for two months, their bonds were strong.

Yes, there was some division still within the class. That much was obvious from how Yaoyorozu was still shooting glances at Kira, and how Shoji still looked at her with caution, that was, thankfully, the extent of it. He cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention.

"As nice as this is, it's time to go. I have a bus prepared for everyone who needs it. The rest of you came here with your parents. I'll see you all next week when classes resume. Sero, Koda? Good luck at Shiketsu. If you see her there, tell Ms. Joke I said hi," Aizawa said as Sero and Koda nodded.

"Will do, sir!" Both of them replied, even if Koda was a little more on the quiet side. After that, everyone went their separate ways. Everyone except Yoshihara and Izuku, who both walked down to the entrance of the graveyard together. Why? Because Kayama-san was the one who drove them there.

Over the last two days, Kayama-san had allowed Izuku to stay with them, and while at first Kayama-san tried to force them to stay in two separate rooms, it only lasted about a few hours before the two decided to stick with one another and both of them wound up sleeping in Yoshihara's room, much to Kayama-san's annoyance.

Although, just because Yoshihara was back home, that didn't stop things from being "good." When she landed, she had to talk to Izuku about his choice, and whether or not he wanted to go through with what it was she wanted to do, i.e. have an abortion.

She obviously didn't spring the question on him right away. She gave him a few hours to unwind and to take in the fact that he lost his mother. But when she finally asked him, his answer was pretty quick.

He, much like Yoshihara, didn't want to go through with it. He agreed to getting rid of it. Thankfully, Gyro had suspected that was going to be the case, because before she had left, he handed her a box that contained the pills that she'd need to go through with terminating the unwanted pregnancy.

She had deluded herself into thinking that it was going to be painless, but that was most certainly not the case. The moment she took those pills, specifically mifepristone and misoprostol. She had read the instructions, and followed them to the letter. Rather than wait the 48 hours after taking the first pill, she only waited an hour to take the second one.

Needless to say, it was one, if not the most painful things she had ever gone through. For context, whenever it came around to that time of the month for Yoshihara, the worst it ever got were mood swings. She never got cramps, and on the rare occasion she did, they were extremely mild.

So, to go from that, to what she experienced when she took the misoprostol, was comparable to being used to being lightly tapped in the abdominal region, to be full on Mike Tyson punched in the gut, repeatedly, off and on. Not only the rest of the evening, but for a majority of the following day. Even when it was already said and done, she still felt the cramps.

Hell, even this morning, she was still feeling them. Thankfully, they didn't happen during the funeral. If they had, she would've drawn unwanted attention to herself. While Aizawa was already informed about what happened, he didn't tell anyone else. Not even Nedzu knew about what happened. He was simply told it was a false alarm, and that she simply tired and ill.

Thankfully, Nedzu believed it. Recovery Girl, on the other hand, was skeptical but didn't push the matter. For that, Yoshihara was grateful. Even more than that, Izuku was by her side the whole time. He even got her some caramel ice-cream, and while it didn't help with the cramps, it did make her feel better.

Kayama-san, though, was laughing at her expense. Her reward for that was having her favourite bottle champagne blown up in front of her. She wasn't mad about it, though. She had half expected that to happen. Kayama-san called it Karma for being stupid teenagers, and when Aizawa visited to make sure she was doing okay, he had the same sentiment.

Oh well, at least she got ice cream out of it.

Now, how was she able to get the pills into Japan without being arrested? Well… The Speedwagon Foundation had its fingers in many, many pies. One of them was the international border crossing agency, and pretty much every airport security staff in all of Japan. If they gave an order, it superseded their higher-ups.

She was just glad that this whole pregnancy thing was behind her. It was dragging her down, mentally and physically. But now, it was over. And, she hoped, that it would never happen again. At least, while she was in school. Just to be extra cautious, she bought birth control from the convenience store last night.

She still hated the feeling of condoms. Loathed them, even. Birth control was good enough. Sure, it was safer if they used a condom whenever they decided to do the deed again, but—and as stupid as it sounded—just being the vicinity of a condom made her feel gross. Petty as it was, it was better to be petty then to relapse.

As the pair approached Kayama-san's car, Yoshihara got into the passenger side seat, whereas Izuku sat in the back. Both got their seatbelts on, as Kayama-san spared them a glance. "So, how was it?" Kayama-san began as she started up the engine. The soft hum of the vehicle starting up echoed slightly as Yoshihara frowned.

"What's there to say? It was silent. No one really said much. I mean, Sero and Koda are leaving Class 1 – A at their parents discretion, but you probably already knew that," Yoshihara said as Kayama-san hummed in acknowledgement as she merged the car onto the street.

"Are you doing okay, Midoriya-kun?" Kayama-san asked as Izuku kept silent, not saying a word. He simply stared at the floor of the car. There was a despondent look in his eyes. A tinge of concern took up Kayama-san's visage as she tried to get his attention. "Midoriya-kun?"

"Leave him alone. You know how he's been," Yoshihara said as Kayama-san frowned.

"Fine," Kayama-san replied reluctantly, before turning her attention fully to the road. The rest of the drive home was silent. No one said much of anything. There was the occasionally sniffle from Izuku, but that was about it. Yoshihara wished she could help him, but there wasn't much that she could do.

While Izuku had helped her out when she took those pills Gyro had gave her, whenever she would try to help him with his problems, he would just stay silent, curl into himself. Even when they slept, he tried to keep to himself.

Although, she distinctly remembered, that just before she dozed off the night before Inko's funeral, when she wrapped her arms around his waist and kept close to him, he cried. She did her best to sooth him, but she was pretty sure he wound up crying himself to sleep that night. The mere thought had twisted the non-existent knife into her gut.

Seeing Izuku this upset… It wounded her. She had never felt that way before, and she hated it. She hated feeling like this—she hated feeling useless. Yoshihara didn't know what it was like to feel that level of sadness. To have been so attached to someone like he had been to his mother for her to relate to what he was going through.

She wanted to understand his pain, but couldn't. The only thing she could possibly think that could even come remotely close was Sayaka. But even then, Sayaka was just a friend. A friend that Yoshihara valued, but that was it. Sayaka wasn't her mother—she wasn't even a guardian to her.

When they got back to Love Love Deluxe, the group of three went back to the suite. Silently, they all went about to do their own thing. Kayama-san set about to do some chores, meanwhile Izuku went to bed. Yoshihara followed him, worry strewn about on her face. When the two entered her bedroom, Izuku stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at Yoshihara. "Yoshihara?"

"Are you okay," Yoshihara said abruptly as Izuku's expression remained distant, with a faded hint of sadness lurking behind his eyes.

"I'm…" He paused, his shoulders sagging. "I want to be left alone."

"Izuku…"

"Please, Yoshihara. I—"

"Stop hiding from me," Yoshihara said, crossing her arms. Izuku looked a bit taken aback, blinking a few times. "Don't give me that look. Ever since I came back, you've been ducking me, hiding away in my room. I hardly see you unless we're about to go to bed. What's up with that?"

Izuku faltered for a moment, before his expression became neutral—stern, even. The two stared at one another for a moment, before Izuku spoke. "I just want to be left alone."

Yoshihara stared at him, not moving. Her eyes narrowed, trying to decipher what it was he was trying to do. Unfortunately for her, even though she was good at reading people, Izuku was a bit of enigma to her.

Finally, after a moment of silence, Yoshihara sighed, exasperated as she turned around. "Fine. Just…" She paused, picking her words very carefully as she continued. "I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to do this by yourself. I know you're hurting, but you don't have to hurt alone. Okay?"

With that, Yoshihara exited her room, giving Izuku the space he wanted. When she did, Izuku stared at the door, a look of guilt on his face. He looked down at the floor, before looking at his hands, and clenching them into fists. For a few minutes, he stayed like that, letting his emotions flow through him.

He didn't want to push Yoshihara away. Especially after everything that had already transpired in their very short relationship. He felt selfish, but he didn't know what to do. He was lost, and for the first time in a long time, the only thing he wanted to do was slam his head against a wall.

He reached out toward the door, but stopped. She was probably mad at him, so maybe it was best for him to let her cool off. He'd apologize to her later. How he'd apologize, he didn't know. He looked over to her desk, and saw a list, and there was something on that list that caught his attention.

He pulled out his phone, and checked something. A small smile took up his visage. His mother might've been dead, but she left him quite the inheritance. Who knew being a high profile assassin paid well? Most of the money she had saved up went to him, while the apartment was sold and the residuals of the sale also went to him.

He was able to get most of his stuff out before someone moved in, and the rest wound up being sold—and by that, he meant a few outdated All Might posters that, while he was torn up about losing, he wasn't too distraught—and the end result was a box of his stuff being shipped to the suite's address in a few more days.

He glanced one more time at the list, glanced at his bank account, and smiled. "Yeah… that could work."

[XXXX]

Josefumi sat in his living room, arms draped over his legs, head lowered, deep in thought. His hair was starting to grow out again, no longer having a buzz cut, but rather ear-length hair. It wasn't long enough to make his pompadour, he'd have to wait till it got to cheek length for that. However, until that day came, he'd be stuck with his current hairstyle—which he hated, by the way.

With everything that was going on, Josefumi had been stressed out of his mind. The last two days had been pure chaos. The media had been blowing up recently, and all of it was centered around the massive villain attack in Hosu City, and the death of Tenya Ida, along with how apparently it was all U.A.'s fault and not the villain who had actually done the killing.

He never understood that. Why would the media blame the institution and not the people actually responsible? What could U.A. have possibly done to prevent the death of Ida? Implore him not to go to Hosu? How were they supposed to know that not only was Stain in the area, but something that they didn't even know existed was there, too—and in the same alleyway, no less.

The fact of the matter was that U.A. was mostly faultless in this. The only thing that he could see U.A. being at fault for was not paying attention to Ida's mentality when he chose his internship But even then, that required some forethought on U.A.'s part about the potential risks of him interning with Manual, of all heroes.

"Fucking vultures. No wonder why Dad hates them…." Josefumi thought, scowling as he glared at the floor. He felt a hand resting on his shoulder, and he already knew who it belonged to. Still, he looked over to Karera, who hoped over the couch and sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, and slipping her hand down to grab his, before resting it on her lap.

"Jojo… what are we gonna do?" There was genuine concern in her voice. Clearly, they had bit off more than they could chew. Neither of them knew that this was going to get to this point. Especially after people who shouldn't have been related to this got dragged into it.

He remembered that phone call he got from Kyoka… About how Mika and Kyotoko dead… While he might not've liked Mika—especially after further revelations—that didn't mean she deserved to die. Not like that, anyway.

"I don't know…" Josefumi replied, his free hand slowly clenching into a fist. "What I do know, is that we're too far in to quit. Not that I believe this Damnatio Ad Bestias group would allow us too…"

"We need more allies—capable, allies," Karera said as Josefumi glanced over at her, confusion dawning his expression. "You know exactly who I'm referring too, Jojo."

"We're not dragging him into our mess. Forget it. He already has enough on his plate," Josefumi retorted as Karera frowned.

"You know as well as I do that he would drop everything he was doing to aid you. You're like a brother to him. That, and, apparently, she's alive. She just went into hiding for a while. They're two very capable individuals, and besides, two of your classmates just got removed, and those two are already going to an Italian Hero School. Can't U.A. just… I dunno, transfer them over?" Karera said as Josefumi sighed.

The annoying part was that she wasn't wrong. Those two would drop everything if it meant to help their old friends. "I can't believe she's alive, though… Didn't she get shot three times in the head?"

"You know how her Stand works, Jojo. I doubt they even made it a centimetre through her before she got rid of them," Karera said as Josefumi smirked.

"Yeah, you're right," Josefumi muttered, before clearing his throat. "Anyway, I sent Kyoka the details on what she's supposed to do. Dad wants her to go into hiding. She's being targeted, and I think we all know who it is that's targeting her. All of these deaths are linked, and while I know she won't agree with it, if she was smart, she'll do it."

"Still, telling her to drop out of the hero course…. Wouldn't that put her in more danger?" Karera asked as Josefumi shook his head.

"No. The threat level wouldn't change, for her, anyway. But it will for the class, assuming I'm correct, anyway," Josefumi said as Karera raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"Think about it," Josefumi began, as he reclined into the couch cushions whilst Karera sat up. "If Ida was killed by Damnatio Ad Bestias—which he more than likely was—that means one of two things. The first thing it could mean is that only the group associated with us is being targetted. The second thing it could mean is that Class 1 – A as a whole is being targetted."

"But… wouldn't it be smarter if you, Yoshihara, and Midoriya stepped away from Class 1 – A? Why Kyoka?" Karera questioned as Josefumi frowned.

"For one, that's stupid. Assuming Class 1 – A is also being targetted, that leaves them defenceless against a group of Stand Users. For two, Mika and Kyotoko were killed. That to me tells me that they're primarily after Kyoka more than anyone else right now. Why that is, I don't know. But it might have to do with her relation to our family. Kidnapping me would only make their lives worse. I'm a Stand User. I can fight back. Kyoka isn't, and can't fight back all too well against Stand Users."

As Josefumi explained his reasoning, Karera's eyes widened. "Shit, you're right! But… wait a second…. Removing her from the protection of the class would only put her in more danger!"

"Not unless she was being watched 24/7 by a bunch of Speedwagon Foundation personnel. She would at least have time to make an escape to a getaway vehicle. If she was trapped within the confines of U.A., and she was attacked, then she wouldn't be able to save herself. You gotta remember, Rera-chan, my Dad's paranoid. He thinks of these sorts of things," Josefumi said as Karera sighed.

"Yeah, I know… But still, it's risky."

"Better risky then stupid."

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, before Josefumi finally broke the silence. "So, that settles it then. I'll give Kyoka a call. I need to check up on her, anyway." With that, Josefumi stood up from the couch and began to walk to his shared room with Karera. As he did, his eyes narrowed.

"Mika… Kyotoko… Inko… Ida… I won't let your death's be in vain. I don't care how long it takes, but Damnatio Ad Bestias, and all of those who run it…. They'll all be burning in hell. That, I vow," Josefumi thought, as dark flames of determination burned deep within his soul.

They were Damned To The Beasts, all right.

Josefumi would make sure of that.

[XXXX]

"As you are all aware, Tenya Ida passed away during his internship with Manual, killed by an unknown villain in an unprecedented villain attack within the borders of Hosu City." Nedzu's voice cut through the ocean of silence of the U.A. Conference room. "As a result, not only have we been adversely affected financially, but many families have lost trust in our ability to protect the students."

Sitting at the square table, were all of the teachers for each respective course—Shouta Aizawa: Class 1 – A's homeroom teacher. Kan Sekijioru: Class 1 – B's homeroom teacher. Snipe: Heroics Class teacher. Nemuri Kayama: Modern Hero Art History teacher. Ectoplasm: Mathematics teacher. Ken Ishiyama: Modern Hero Literature Teacher. Hizashi Yamada: English Teacher. Toshinori Yagi: Heroics Class teacher—who was starting to resemble his younger, healthier self again. And finally, last but not least, Power Loader: Support Course teacher. There was also Recovery Girl, Hound Dog, Lunch Rush, and Thirteen.

"Yes, the media won't shut up about it. They place all the blame on us, even though it was out of our control," Ectoplasm responded, arms crossed. "The Ida family also plans to sue on grounds of carelessness and neglect. They blame us for not looking after their son well enough to avoid this from occurring."

Nedzu waved it off with an uncaring gleam in his beady eyes. "They have no grounds for suing. They issued a wellness check for Ida's mental health before the internships, allowing him to go even with a flimsy mental state. We tried arguing that it was frugal, but they wouldn't listen to reason. If anything, we can counter-sue for wrongful claims against the school and defamation, as they continuously slam us for our supposed neglect. I already have lawyers writing up the counter-complaint, so needless to say, their vain attempts to drain our bank accounts will fail. If they sought compensation, all they had to do was ask."

"Still, our image will be ruined if word gets out that the suit is happening," Nemuri commented, frowning. "And, further still, we've got word from Kyoka Jirou that she's dropping out of the hero course. She's not the only one, as Hanta Sero's parents are pulling him, as well as Koji Koda's. Class 1 – A is losing three students because of this, and what's more, some of our investors pulled out, as I'm sure you're aware, Headmaster. We've lost 500 Million Yen in funding. Not a drastic hit, but still a decent one."

Kan frowned. "Yeah, and Class 1 – A ain't the only ones who lost students. Ibara Shiozaki got pulled out, as did Kosei Tsuburaba, Kojiro Bondo, and Manga Fukudashi. All of their parents said that they didn't believe in the school's ability to protect their children," Kan followed up as Nedzu sighed.

"Yes, yes, we all know this. However, all of that aside, there is one group on whom we can place all the blame. They were responsible for the attack on the USJ, and are suspected to be involved based on the appearance of the Nomu creatures in Hosu," Nedzu stated, clapping his paws together as he narrowed his eyes.

"The League of Villains…" Shouta Aizawa spat, glaring at the ground. "It was bad enough they attacked the USJ, but for them to take away one of our students in cold blood…. It's beyond forgivable," Shouta growled, hands balled into fists.

"Shouta…." Hizashi murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You gonna be good?"

Without saying a word, Aizawa stood up from his seat at the table and slammed his hands onto its wooden surface. "Ida was my responsibility. He died because of my carelessness. I want to make it up to all of you, to his family, to this school. While the league is responsible for his death, I should've prevented him from going in the first place. I fucked up, both as a teacher and as a hero. I promise to do better… I won't let another one of my students die. Not now, not ever!"

As if to prove his point and to show how serious he was, he activated his Quirk, his eyes flaring a deep red. Nedzu sighed and motioned Aizawa to sit down. He did so, clearing his throat, and looking at the ground with a pained gleam in his eyes. "You do not need to tell me that, Aizawa-kun. I already know. After all, this kind of thing is personal to you, is it not?"

Aizawa grunted in confirmation. Nedzu his chair, as he cleared his throat. "Originally, I had planned to roll this out once things died down. However, with the increasing security risk that living off of U.A.'s Campus has shown, after a few finishing touches are made, we will be rolling out Project: Secure Living by the time the school is ready to re-open. This, along with increasing the defences that the school has to protect itself from villains, we will be able to fully protect our student body without fear of losing another student."

Upon making that announcement, Thirteen spoke up. "Nedzu-sama, I… I don't know about this. What if someone truly is a traitor, like Yamada-kun suggested in the last meeting? Wouldn't that allow them easier access to the students? Don't get me wrong, the idea is good. But… I'm still worried. Especially after the USJ was so thoroughly invaded. The security was top-notch, but they still got through, regardless of what there was. If they were more competent…."

Nedzu raised a placating paw, silencing the worried hero. "I am well aware of that, Kurose-san. However, now that our school has been attacked twice, directly and indirectly, any show of cowardice and the media will have our heads, even more so than they already do. It's only because of The Speedwagon Foundation that The HPSC hasn't sunk their jaws into us, and ripped out the school's funding our still bleeding corpses."

Nedzu closed his eyes, and let out a heavy sigh. "And… speaking of The Speedwagon Foundation. Johnny Kujo, aka Joekid, America's No. 2 Pro Hero, as well as head of The Speedwagon Foundation, will be arriving here shortly to give the school a short presentation, which leads me to my next point. On the day school goes back into session, we will be starting a new class for this school, which all courses will be attending. Hero, General, Support, Business—all of them."

A sea of confused murmurs filled the room as Nedzu waited for them to calm themselves. Finally, after a moment, Toshinori spoke up. "A new class? So late into the year? I don't understand, why?"

"I agree with Yagi-kun. Why the new class?" Shuzenji questioned as Nedzu took a sip from his coffee, reclining in his chair as he put his paws together.

"I understand the confusion. However, this is necessary. Both for the safety of our students, and for the wellbeing of future generations. For the longest time, The Speedwagon Foundation has kept this a secret. I don't blame them, either. For a long time, it never needed to be brought to the public eye. Especially because of how well they had maintained it. It's only been within the last decade that things have begun to spiral out of control."

"Whaddya mean "spiral out of control?" That don't make a lick of sense, I thought those guys were supposed to be working for the United Nations. How the hell could they let something get that far outta hand?" Snipe said as Nedzu frowned.

"They are a massive organization. Think of them like a freight ship. The captain and crew of such a vessel would hardly notice a small crack in the hull before it became far too late. That is the situation that The Speedwagon Foundation has found themselves in. The last ten years was them trying to fix the crack. But now, it's ballooned into a full blown hole. Now, they're reaching out for help."

Nedzu paused, allowing his words to settle, before continuing. "I've already gotten the go-ahead from the current sitting president of the HPSC. While they aren't happy with it, they see the good this will do."

"What about a teacher? If this new class is to happen, then who's going to teach it?" Power Loader asked as Nedzu smirked.

"The teacher of this class has already been picked, A few of you might already know him, and while his recovery has been kept in secret, in the background, as a result of this secrecy, he even went as far as to fake his death. As a result of his dedication, unbeknownst to Jonathon Kujo, of course, he was made head of The Speedwagon Foundation's Japanese branch by the Chinese Branch vouching for him. In fact, he's here today. Would you like to introduce yourself to the staff, my esteemed guest?"

"Very well."

A mix of gasps and confused grunts filled the room as everyone turned to face a dark corner of the meeting room. A figure stepped out, hands behind their back as their expression was one of a laid back manner.

Dressed in a black business suit, as all Speedwagon Foundation members would, a man with ear length brown hair stood, his dark brown eyes lingered on Nemuri Kayama. He had a scar going diagonally across his face, showing that he had been heavily damaged.

His hands moved out from behind his back to sit at his side, revealling that one of his hands was a robotic prosthetic—specifically his right hand. He carried an air of prestige around him, but not because he was a public figure, but because of the sheer amount of power he commanded. The look in his eyes told a story—a very painful, harrowing story.

But more importantly, the look in his eyes also portrayed experience. Experience that, if Nemuri didn't know better, was similar to that of her fellow comrades. The man cleared his throat, before bowing, and promptly standing to full height.

"Greetings, everyone. My name is Kira Yoshimura. Or, well, it used to be. However, after I learnt of the death of my wife, I suppose that it would be more apt for my name to be Sugimoto Yoshimura," The man, Yoshimura, introduced himself as a few murmurs echoed throughout the room.

Clearing his throat, Yoshimura continued. "As Nedzu has stated, I will be taking the role as a new teacher here at U.A. If you wish to know about my credentials and what I will be bringing to the staff, you may all freely look at my file once this meeting is over. Before I explain what it is that I will be teaching here, I am willing to take questions."

Almost immediately, Nemuri stood up, staring at Yoshimura with narrowed eyes. "You said your last name was Kira. You wouldn't happen to be related to Kira Yoshihara, would you?" As soon as those words, tainted by venom, exited Nemuri's mouth Yoshimura faltered, pursing his lips as he broke eye contact with her.

"That would be correct. She is my daughter. I wish I could've been in her life more, but… I was in a comatose state for ten years. It's only been in these last few months that I've regained consciousness, and even then, I had to relearn how to speak and walk. I've had help, which is why I'm able to be here," Yoshimura replied, his tone sullen.

Nemuri blinked, a wave of guilt crashing over her as she sat down. "Oh… I apologize for my outburst."

"You have no need to do so," Yoshimura said, before smiling. "Nedzu tells me you've been looking after Yoshihara. While I don't know the context behind it, nor do I know how she wound up in your care, I thank you nonetheless."

Nemuri shifted uncomfortably. How much did this guy know—or, more appropriately, how much didn't he know. "You're welcome, Sugimoto-san…"

"Please, call me Yoshimura," he replied as Nemuri nodded. Afterward, Yoshimura turned his gaze to Aizawa. "You look like you have something to say."

"You're Kira's father?" Aizawa asked as Yoshimura nodded.

"Though I don't deserve to be called that, yes, I am. I am the person who helped in her being conceived. But I am the furthest thing from a father. I simply share blood with her. Though, I would like to rekindle whatever relationship we might've had when she was younger," Yoshimura responded, before clearing his throat. "That, however, can be a topic that gets discussed outside of the meeting room. Right now, I'll be telling you the name of the class that I'll be teaching."

"An' what'll that be?" Snipe questioned as Yoshimura's professional expression gave way to one of seriousness and one that exuded authority. It caused a slight shift within the meeting room, and even put Nedzu on edge a little bit.

"While most of you in this room may not be aware of them, it's about time that the public becomes aware of their presence. Since the beginning of human civilization, pre-dating the era of Quirks, humans have always had the potential to develop super-human abilities. Be it the ancient fighting technique known as Hamon, or its counterpart known as The Spin—both of which are now seen as Quirks that only certain families can have due to their being honed within those families—humanity has always had the potential to evolve past what we thought was impossible. And, we did."

"As you all know, sometime in the early 21st century, humanity evolved to have Quirks. Many people believe it is because of most of humanity lost the pinkie-toe joint, when that couldn't be further from the truth. That isn't relevant. What is relevant, however, is the fact that humanity had already been running around with supernatural abilities. Abilities that we, The Speedwagon Foundation, have kept hidden since World War II."

"That's a buncha bullshit," Snipe spat.

"Then why has The Speedwagon Foundation existed before the advent of Quirks? Do keep in mind, it has only been in the late 21st century and the current 22nd century that we've made ourselves known. But we've been operating as far back as 1924. Our founder, Robert E.O. Speedwagon, made it his goal so that no supernatural threats could bring humanity harm. When Quirks appeared, we made the collective decision to go public, but still cover up everything that Quirks couldn't explain."

As Yoshimura said that, Kurose spoke up. "So… does that mean that The Speedwagon Foundation is going to unveil what it's been hiding to the public?"

Yoshimura shook his head. "No. Not to the public. To the future generation of heroes. To educate them on the growing threat that these powers possess, and how to best understand them. Not to mention a litany of other things that have begun to pop-up. If we were to reveal what we've kept hidden to the public, things would go from bad to worse. The last thing we need is mass hysteria."

"Mass hysteria…?" Ken rumbled. "Like how Quirks caused mass hysteria when they showed up?"

"Exactly like that. Which is why, once this class starts up, U.A. must be sworn to secrecy. While minors cannot sign contracts, the school's officials can. Which is why after this meeting is adjourned, you will all sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement. Should any of you break it, you will face a ten billion Yen fine—or a sixty-five million dollars—along with being sued for breaking the NDA."

"That doesn't sound legal," Shuzenji grumbled as Nedzu sighed.

"Unfortunately, it very much is. While I don't like it, we don't have much of a choice. In order to protect our students, this must be done. We can't have anymore incidents happen. Not like what happened with Ida. That being said, we're running out of time, Sugimoto-kun. Could you please hurry this along?" Nedzu asked as Yoshimura nodded.

"Understood. In that case: Ladies and gentlemen, I, Sugimoto Yoshimura, will be teaching in the world's first-ever Supernatural Creature and Ability Knowledge 101 class. A class about the powers that predated Quirks by over 300 years, as well as anything that falls under that particular category of mysterious and unknown. And who better than to teach that class, than a Stand User themselves, and someone who has intimate knowledge of all of the above?"

As he said that, his body began to glow in a bright white aura, as a humanoid figure came out from behind him. And while no one in the room, sans Nedzu, could see it, the fact that everyone felt that same ominous presence was enough for his claims to be believed.

As for the invisible figure in question, it appeared to be more masculine than gender-neutral, having the body of a bodybuilder. It wore a silver vikings helmet covering its upper head, and black silver studded gloves. Its body was a deep red, with yellow lines travelling down its body in a zig-zag pattern, much like thunderbolts. The lower portion of its body was quite literally just a cloud, and behind it was a ring with several drum-like ornaments, each having the kanji for certain numbers, ranging from one to seven.

The air in the room became heavy, as sweat began to pool on everyone's faces. A strong, powerful aura, enough to match All Might's in his prime, radiated off of the man, as even Toshinori himself had to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. "What… is this feeling?" Toshinori asked as Yoshimura retracted his Stand, the air returning to normal. The feeling went away, which prompted Yoshimura to clear his throat, gaining everyone's attention.

"What you all experienced was a hint at my Stand, Cloud 9, and its ability, Oxygen Manipulation. As the name suggests, I can manipulate oxygen. What I did to create that overbearing presence, was manipulate the oxygen particles to the point where the air became heavy. Nothing more, nothing less," Yoshimura explained as Recovery Girl's jaw dropped.

"You cannot be serious? You can control the Oxygen in the air?" Recovery Girl asked as Yoshimura shook his head.

"No. I can control Oxygen. Period. Including the stuff in your blood. If I so chose, I could remove the oxygen from anyone's blood at any moment, and no one here could stop me. In fact, if I wanted to, I could kill everyone in this room, and all the police would assume is that you all went brain-dead, simultaneously. And, no one would suspect a thing, because I am documented as Quirkless."

A chill ran through everyone's spines, knowing that at any moment, the man before them could have them dead. This, however, enraged someone there. That being Ectoplasm. "That is illegal, Sugimoto-san. Lying about being Quirkless, even if your power isn't a Quirk, is against the law."

Yoshimura raised a finger as if to prove a point. "And lying about having a Quirk, while not having one, is also against the law, Iwata-Kun. So, your point is mute," Yoshimura countered, as Ectoplasm huffed. "Now, if my point wasn't clear, you can all see why having the future generations be made aware of such abilities is of great importance, do you not?"

Nedzu nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Sugimoto-san, and thank you for joining our staff," Nedzu replied as Yoshimura bowed. "Now, with everything being addressed, everyone, I hope to see you all next week, when classes resume. Have a nice impromptu vacation."

And with that, everyone within the room, other than Nedzu, vacated the premises. Nedzu stood up from this chair, overlooking the city of Musutafu, as he narrowed his beady eyes. For a split second, his body began to glow in a crimson-red aura, befitting of his animalistic nature. A wispy smirk took up his visage, his arms placed behind his back as he overlooked the city.

"The League of Villains… wherever you are, and however you rose … know that your days are numbered. We will find you and your base of operations, and snuff you out. You picked the wrong school to go to war with. Mark my words…. Your imprisonment will be the most joyous one I will perform in my long history of being a Pro Hero."

[XXXX]

Walking the halls of the Shie Hissaikai headquarters, Takizuka Kishimoto reminded himself that patrolling the halls was, in fact, an important job and not a pointless one given to him by the oyabun. Takizuka was a slender, dark skinned man with short curly blue hair. He, much like every other member of the Shie Hissaikai were fitted in a mask of some kind. Takizuka's was a simple medical mask.

The rest of his outfit was a standard black short sleeve shirt and a pair of dark green pants. His brown eyes were half-lidded, boredom oozing from his very being as he made yet another trip around the quiet, empty halls of the underground compound.

Out of all the places he chose to work, out of all the families he chose to join, why did he bother with the Shie Hissaikai? Mostly because the other two big name families were far more like a band of villains than the Shie Hissaikai.

It was odd, he had heard the most rumours about the Shie Hissaikai. Heard rumours about them stealing from the poor, robbing banks, and blowing up department stores. But that couldn't be further from the truth. While yes, they ran a drug trade, and while yes they did Quirk trafficking, that was about it.

Of course, there was also the money laundering, the gambling houses, the whorehouses they ran, and far, far more, most of it was above board. Heroes couldn't do much of anything against them since most of their businesses were clean. Any money laundering that was done was done under the table, and away from prying eyes.

Truth be told, out of all the families, The Shie Hissaikai was the cleanest of them all. He guessed that was why it had the worst rumours floating about. The only thing he could say that was bad about it was the fact that they were experimenting on a child. Though, from what he gathered, it was because their hand was being forced by a bigger, scarier family.

It didn't sit right with Takizuka, but as far as he was concerned, it wasn't any of his business. He was paid to do the rounds when it dark, and so that was what he was going to do. For 4,000 yen an hour, it wasn't a bad paying job.

As he walked, hands stuffed in his pocket, just as he was rounding the corner, he noticed something that made his senses go on high alert. That something being the door to the child's room being slightly ajar.

"The door? It's open…?" Takizuka thought to himself, confusion wafting over him. "How? There's a security lock… If it was breached, the compound would've been put on lockdown…. When did the door open?" Takizuka continued his train of thought as he slowly approached the door.

Takizuka's Quirk, Silent Feet, made it so that he was perfectly silent. It made him the perfect fit for someone to patrol such an echo-prone place like the underground compound. As he approached the door, he felt his heartbeat pick up the pace a little bit. He didn't know why, but he closer he came to the door, the more his anxiety began to spike.

The doorway was sitting flush against the wall, and the door opened on the left. He was approaching the door to the right. The lights were out—which made sense, because this was usually the time Eri fell asleep. As a consequence, though, he couldn't see inside the room.

Just as he approached the door, he looked down at the electronic lock that kept the door shut. The keypad wasn't damaged. The correct code had been typed in, meaning that whoever opened the door had to have been the person who was last put to watch her. That person, if he remembered correctly, was Hazekage—a rotund man with the Heat Vision Quirk. It let him read someone's heat signature just by looking at them.

Although, it was strange. Why would Hazekage open the door? The only reason he could guess as to why was because he saw something. Heat Vision also allowed him to see through walls up to 20 centimetres thick, but only the body temperature. Maybe… Eri was having a heatstroke and he noticed it?

Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter. As Takizuka stepped toward the door way, he peered into the pitch black darkness of the room. It was impossible to see inside the room. Usually, Eri had a night light on because she was afraid of the dark. It only made Takizuka even more suspicious about what was going on.

"Eri? Are you in there?" Takizuka called out, as he reached for his flashlight. As soon as he turned on the flashlight, he was met with a grizzly scene—something so disgusting, he dropped his flashlight. He wanted to puke, but he didn't. Not because he held it in, but because he feared that if he did, it would cause more problems than not.

Within the room, the mutilated corpse of Hazekage stained the room. His chest was torn open, his entrails were smeared across the floor, and his eyes were gouged out. Whatever had done that had to have had sharp claws. Extremely, extremely sharp claws.

He took a step back, his breathing increasing in speed as he felt his mouth dry up entirely. It was only after a few more seconds of staring at Hazekage's corpse that he finally let out a bloodcurdling scream. It echoed throughout the hallway and further into the compound. Takizuka's eyes widened with fear, as he turned to run away from the doorway.

"CODE RED! I REPEAT, CODE RED! ERI'S BEEN TAKEN! THERE'S AN INTRUDER SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE BUILDING! SOMEONE, RING THE ALARMS!" Takizuka screamed as loud as he could, all the while he ran down the hallway as fast as he could.

Unfortunately for Takizuka, he would never have been able to see what it was that had killed Hazekage. Even as it loomed around the corner, its dual coloured eyes glaring at him as its plague doctor mask broke away like that of an actual beak. Its tattered red cloak rested gently over its shoulders as its knife-like claws gripped into the side of the wall.

The moment Takizuka rounded the corner, his eyes flickered over the small form of Eri, perfectly uninjured, glancing up at him with what appeared to be cold, calculating, pink eyes. Before the error could register in his mind, it was far too late as something punched through him. A perfectly fist sized hole appeared where below his heart should've been, as blood spewed out from his mouth, staining the floor as he was stopped dead in his tracks.

"I'm sorry, Takizuka-san…." Eri(?) began, although her voice was noticeably deeper. "But you won't be telling anyone anything." All Takizuka could respond with were choked gasps as he began to suffocate on his blood, of which sputtered and dribbled down his chin. "Just like Hazekage-san, you saw me. Anyone who sees me tonight… Anyone who so much as looks at me… must die."

With the snap of her fingers, Feed The Machine tore through Takizuka's chest, ripping him open as he collapsed against the wall, dead. A small smile took up her visage, as she hunched over herself. The sound of bones snapping filled the halls, as Eri began to seemingly grow. Muscle mass doubled, as did her height. Her horn sunk into her forehead, as her usually pale white hair changed to black.

Her body seemingly doubled in age, add a few years, Despite the fact that she was dressed in a red shirt dress, she also worn stretchy shorts underneath said dress for this exact purpose.

Eri was unique.

Eri was both not and at the same time was Eri.

Eri was two people.

Eri and Noroi were the exact same person. Eri was the original, and Noroi was the separate. Noroi knew that, as did Eri. The difference between them was that Noroi was stronger than Eri. She was, after all, the bigger sister.

Noroi had long since had enough of what Eri had been going through. She gave Kai two months to fix his shit. Two months had passed, not a damn thing had happened. Whatever he and Eri had planned didn't matter now.

Noroi was taking things into her own hands. For that to work, she needed to escape the Shie Hissaikai. With Feed The Machine by her side, it would be easy. All she'd have to do was claw her way through whatever or whoever got in her way. All the while Eri would be sound asleep in their shared mind.

"Just like I promised you, Eri. I would get you out of here… It just sucks that it wasn't of your own free will," Noroi muttered to herself as she looked over her shoulder. Someone was going to notice these bodies. She needed to get out of here, and fast.

Things were going to change.

Noroi didn't care what happened to Kai. All that mattered to her was Eri's safety.

And now, Eri would finally be safe.

-To Be Continued in: New Classes? Dorm Life! - Part 1