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Elise was most definitely not happy today. Rintarou hadn’t even gotten her the cake she asked for 20 whole minutes ago. Honestly! Just because she was an ability didn’t mean the stinky old doctor could just ignore her requests! She let out a hmph as Mori continued chatting idly on the phone. He seemed calm but being his ability gave her some quirks. She could sense what the doctor was feeling and what he needed. And right now, what he needed was for whoever was on the phone to hang up. 

Ever since stupid Osamu left, Rintarou has been more busy lately but never had it been up to the point where he wouldn’t even acknowledge her! What was sooooo special about the person on the other side of the phone anyways? Last time this happened, it was because Osamu had called up Mori for his assistance. This was not Osamu. Osamu Dazai does not unnecessarily stretch out his calls with Rintarou for 5 bloody hours!!

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Mori Ougai, former underground doctor and current Port Mafia boss, needed this stupid rodent to shut up and let him sort out his problems. He could quite literally feel Elise-chan waiting for his attention, albeit impatiently, and he needed to call Yukichi. When will this deranged animal hang up??

Mori let out an internal sigh as the rat continued talking, its squeaky voice really wasn’t good for his ears. 

Mori had met Nedzu a few years back, around the same time he had met Yukichi. The rat had assisted him in finding a certain person outside of Yokohama, in Tokyo, a place he had rarely frequented. He had barely any information on the place except for things found online. Nedzu had instructed and helped him with his endeavour, and in return, was promised a single ever-lasting favour from his truly. 

When the doctor had made that deal, he had not intended for this to happen.

Part of the reason why Nedzu had even agreed to help him was because Mori had bullshitted his way to gaining his trust, lying to the rat about how he was a co-founder of a hero school. One with only a select group of students and extremely hard to get into. Thus, Koritsu High School for Elite Heroes was born. Not knowing any other people around his age, Mori had stated Fukuzawa as the other co-founder. Grave mistake number 6.

Now the little sewage rat was requesting for a group of students from his own overrated, ugly, modern hero school to attend Koritsu High for a month or two (unfortunately, Nedzu had decided on two) and learn about the way the only hero school in Yokohama operated.

Which led to his current problems right now. Planning and finding a mansion to fix up as his “elite school for heroes”.

He can gladly say that Yukichi was not impressed.

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It was all Mori Ougai’s fault that the esteemed members of the ADA and PM were forced to use the help of a Quirked individual. 

It was all Mori Ougai’s fault that the esteemed members of the ADA and Pm were now a group of measly 16 year olds.

When Fukuzawa had answered the doctor’s call, he had not been expecting to hear a range of colourful insults come out of the other's mouth. And he was not prepared to have to turn his own dear co-workers into “hero” students.

Yet here they are.

The lady’s name was Riko Miyaki,  a middle aged looking woman who was not middle aged. According to the lady, her quirk was similar to an illusion that wrapped around your body, not touching or physically changing it. Hence why Dazai’s ability didn’t seem to affect it. She explained that underneath the mirage, was her normal 50 year old body, concealed by her powers. She couldn’t make someone look older, only younger.

And she was the reason why if you looked at the Yokohama-ians right now, they would be almost unrecognisable with their softer facial features and much shorter (for some) builds.

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To be frank, Yaoyorozu was rather excited. She knew that even though they would be staying in a villain infested city, she was extremely interested in the heroes that work there, keeping the villains at bay. The yellow, boxy barrier blocking the city was also said to be impenetrable, even if someone like All might tried, it wouldn’t budge. 

So how could they go through? Maybe there was an underground tunnel?

Yes, that made sense she concluded as she finished packing her bags and prepared for the night.

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Honestly, Kendo had no idea how she had gotten invited to come to this trip. Probably because someone needed to be kept in line. That someone being a certain obnoxious blonde with grey eyes and a copy quirk. 

Still, she was happy to skip school for a trip like this. She was certain it would be much better than Uwabami’s “internship”. If you could even call it that.

Her great-great grandma had come from Yokohama and was quirkless, but the old woman spoke kindly about her beloved city, calling it the place of peace and paradise, but also with exciting adventures in every turn. She spoke of organisations of the underground, fighting each other yet somehow still managing to keep their city intact. That part the ginger couldn’t understand. How could she speak so dearly of a villain group?

Whatever, Kendo didn’t mind the villains but she could say she was very excited to see what the heroes in that place would look like, how they would act. The girl plopped on her bed and gazed at her ceiling, maybe, with more time spent there, she could understand the appeal from her granny.

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Outside the bus window, the Yuuei high school building slowly got smaller and smaller the further the two classes went. Well not exactly two classes.

And that was the issue.

Because Uraraka needed to speak with a supervisor. Right now. She had no one to talk to, no one to even sit with and she needed someone,  anyone to keep the two animals in the back in line! She could feel Bakugou and Monoma leering and screaming at each other over her noise cancelling headphones, she should’ve brought normal ones, at least then she could’ve been listening to music.

Tetsutetsu..Tetsutetsu.? And Kirishima were having a “very manly bro talk” or some stupid thing like that, Todoroki and Midoriya were on the seat across from Bakugou, chatting idly as if nothing was happening. The two resident class representatives, Kendo and Yaomomo, were trying to wrangle the wild dogs.

Uraraka wasn’t exactly sure what the hell Mr. Aizawa was doing but he seemed unbothered in his little yellow cocoon at the back of the bus. According to Kendo, Vlad King, 1B’s teacher was not invited because he had vampire tendencies and Yokohama couldn’t risk anything, so instead they were stuck with this Yagi dude. According to him, he worked alongside All Might, doing the hero’s paperwork and stuff. 

So pretty much an assistant.

The blonde, Yagi (poor him), seemed like he didn’t want to be there at all. He kept glancing concerningly back at the shouting duo and then turning around, his face turning another shade paler. Most relatable thing she had ever seen. She should send the poor man a gift basket.

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In an attempt to calm himself, Kunikida rechecks his schedule, fixing minor imperfections to calm his nerves as he waits for the students to arrive. The incompetent people that they were, meant that they dragged his schedule back by 3 whole minutes. 3 minutes he could not take back.

Just as the blonde(?) finished his line of thought, a white van, with a picture of All Might and the words “Plus Ultra!” imprinted on the side, rolled up to the station. Students filed out, looking around for any hints as to where they were. Kunikida sighed as finally one of the kids spotted him and shouted in alarm.

“I am the Student Council Representative –God it felt weird saying that –, Kunikida Doppo and I shall be your escort into Yokohama and to Koritsu High. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He said, before making an exactly 70 degrees bow. 

“He acts just like Iida.” One of the students snorted. A wave of laughter rushed over the crowd of eleven.

Kunikida could feel a muscle pop and his jaw creak with how badly he wanted to reprimand these stupid children. While it was absurdly inappropriate, he truly wishes Dr. Mori Ougai a slow and devastatingly painful death.

“If you could please cut short on your conversations and follow me into the cable car? We shall begin to enter Yokohama. I will explain more in the vehicle, right now, we are 5 minutes and 28 seconds late.”

The talking died down as the students began to get interested. Even the man, who he had come to learn was Aizawa Shouta, AKA Eraserhead and class 1A’s teacher, had looked a bit intrigued as to how they would enter the city.

Without further ado, the students lugged their stuff with them as they followed Kunikida up the stairs, to where the cars truly were.

“Wait, you can just fly there?” Kendo said, a shocked tone on her words as she stared at the completely normal looking cable car, even if it was rather big. A few more students seemed to catch onto this and also stood staring wordlessly at their transportation.

“Well? Get on. We don’t have all day.” Kunikida snapped, mostly at the students since the teachers, Aizawa and Yagi (All Might?), were already on board. The nine hero-to-be’s scurried over to put their luggage in the second, smaller car before loading on as well.

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The ride was mostly uneventful, except for when they suddenly had a pit stop and Kunikida told everyone to stay put. The teachers and hero students however, were anxious, preparing for a fight until the car door opened and stepped in was a 16 year old, the first student they've seen so far!, one with white hair and a single black streak, his eyes an intricate mixture of purple and yellow. 

“Hi! I’m Atsushi Nakajima and i’m a part of the student council! Pleased to meet you!” Atsushi, being the little adorable kid he was, managed to ease everyone’s concerns and raised a happy mood in the car. 

Another man, this one in a black suit, popped his head in and nodded at Kunikida. 

“All good Mr. Doppo, Mr. Nakajima.” The two gave a nod of acknowledgement in return before the doors closed and once again, the car set off.

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If Atsushi was being completely honest, he was scared of these students, especially the spiky blonde with the rude red eyes. What was his problem? But, like Akutagawa always said, he should stop being a kitty cat and start being a tiger (one of the only good advice his partner had given him). 

“Uhm, why do you keep looking at me like that?” He asked before freezing momentarily, that came out way too snarky and a bit too much Akutagawa Ryuunosuke like for him…

The blonde in question growled at him (was he a dog?) before barking back a reply,

“Who do you think you are? I’m stronger, Diagonal Hair. Don’t ask me stupid questions, I can look at whoever I want.”

Kunikida, who was listening in, snorted at the “I’m stronger part”. Atsushi rubbed the back of his neck in an unsure manner. 

“I don’t think so but whatever helps you sleep at night I guess..” He mumbled back. Thankfully the pissed off blonde didn’t hear anything he said.

“What did you say?” The blonde dog snarled.

“Nothing!” Came Atsushi’s quick dismissal of the conversation.

And then, the tension was back as Kunikida and Atsushi spent their time talking silently to each other in a corner, ignoring the weird looks from the Yuuei Residents.

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There was no other word to describe the isolated city that is Yokohama except for beautiful. Glistening waters lightly touched with the reflections of the red setting sun, casting an elegant glow onto the ripples in the water. 5 tall black towers look over the city, a piece of modernity amidst the old-fashioned buildings below. Despite that, the towers brought a sort of comfort to the city, almost like a god watching over an asleep city. 

The students watched in awe as the city was almost completely silent, the only sounds being the familiar background noise of traffic and idle chatting of passersby.

“It’s so peaceful here. How do you do it?” Midoriya, the green-haired kid gasps in shock as he whisks his head over at the duo who both have a gentle smile on their face as they look at their city below. 

As the cable car passed above the heads of the citizens, some pointed in the vague direction of Kunikida and Atsushi and waved excitedly at them. A calming silence overtook the car as the Yokohama-ians waved back laughing slightly to themselves. 

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Aizawa had not known what to expect when he came to Yokohama, but it wasn’t this sort of familiarity between the heroes and civilians. It gave him a sense of longing deep in his stomach, the peacefulness in which the citizens carry themselves makes him want to know how to maintain this sort of trust. Maybe it’s the fact that Yokohama is a single city and everyone knows everyone, or maybe the heroes here are simply better. He internally thanked Nedzu for sending them here but still, a small alarm rang in the back of his head.

Wasn’t Yokohama a city overrun by villains? So why, no matter where he looked, he could spot not a single “malicious-looking” person? No one seemed to want to harm each other or suddenly break out in fights, simply co-existing in a silent peace treaty. 

But something else nagged him, something was wrong with this city. Maybe it was the large quirkless population, a reason why Nedzu hadn’t chosen any Mutation Quirks. No matter that, they were still insanely out of place. 

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The nine students and two teachers filed into the bus that had shown up earlier, a kind looking old man with washed out ginger hair and soft hazel eyes smiled sweetly at them, inflicting a returned gesture by all the people there. On the bus was another unknown person, another student(?) wearing a navy blue and white school uniform (one that was MUCH better looking than Yuuei’s one) with a green scarf and a pair of ski-mask glasses sat on his face. He seemed to be unbothered by the students who had just entered, rather he was distracted looking fro something deep in his bag.

No one offered him any acknowledgement and just quietly sat down. 

20 minutes later, a few students were sleeping soundly when Aizawa saw Atsushi and Kunikida whisper something to the unknown student before getting something from the latter’s bag and put it on their face.

A string of green kanji glitched around the old man as he turned into yet another 16 year old student and everything went black.

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“Damn you surely did some damage to them, who came up with the concoction?”

A snarky feminine voice came somewhere to the right of Todoroki, he stirred slightly as he caught the next words.

“Mori-sama did.” Another unknown voice, male this time.

“Ah.” Came a deadpan reply before Todoroki felt a stinging sensation on his right cheek and his eyes snapped open. 

“Shit.” He shot up and fired out a wave of ice in a flight-or-fight response.

“Dude? Not cool” Came a scolding bite from the male voice. Todoroki’s eyes focused slowly as he finally put two and two together. 

“You’re the kid from the bus!” He gasped as he put voice to face. He looked around quickly, relaxing only slightly when he saw that all the other students were also awake. Now that he thinks about it, where was he?

The large room had multiple medical beds on each side, around six each, and out of the twelve, nine were occupied by his fellow classmates. The room itself had nothing mildly interesting except for the two people who stood infront of him. 

“Uhm, Earth to Iceboy?” The said voice again. Annoyed, Todoroki turned his head to look at him.

“I’m still half popsicle here? Help me?” Oh. Oops?

Todoroki spent the next few minutes un-icing the guy’s shirt with gentle flames from his left hand.

“Sorry.” He apologised.

“Nah, it’s cool, anyways you should get up soon, there’s the room distribution in like 5 minutes.” The ski mask man informed him before walking away, towards the Doctor who had moved onto her next patient.

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Ranpo knew that he was smart but watching these heroic students made him feel like a god. Gosh, were they truly that stupid? Was it possible to be so trusting just because of some half-assed lie?

Ranpo shook his head to himself as he leaned back in his chair on the assembly stage, head knocking against the wall behind him. The lollipop in his mouth jumped slightly at the impact. He was sooooooo bored. Hopefully Dazai had some genius plan. Letting out a sigh he let his chair stand back up straight and hit the floor with a light thud . 

Ranpo didn’t know exactly why Fukuzawa had decided to indulge Mori’s crazy plan. Ok, maybe he had a few ideas but he really hoped none of them were true. That would be disgusting.

Anyways, the students began to enter the hall, its white walls contrasting with whatever material basketball courts were made out of (maple hardwood). Whoever did this designing clearly was half blind. 

The school uniform was nice though. He knew Executive Kouyou Ozaki made them and he approved. There was no chafing, no restricted movements despite the formal attire and the navy blue and white suited quite literally everyone.

Ranpo wasn’t exactly glad to be sixteen again. It just meant that everyone else around his age is now even dumber and would never match up to his level of tactical brilliance. Except maybe Dazai. And the Demon Rat Fyodor.

The chairs in front of him, facing the stage, started to fill up as members of the ADA and PM who were not a part of the “student council” sat down in their respective chairs. 

Finishing his lollipop with a crack Ranpo spat out the stick onto the middle of the stage and sat straighter, feeling Fukuzawa’s stare on him.

Gosh, this is so tiring.

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A scandalised gasp shot out as some random greenie kid saw Ranpo spit out the lollipop stick, beside him, the little chibi let out a muffled snicker.

Dazai was actually not supposed to be there. The bandaged man, boy?, was actually the President’s secretary but whatever, Kunikida wouldn’t mind. 

Kunikida did mind. He felt the blonde’s glare pinned on him all through the meet-and-greet assembly bullshit and felt the urge to burst out in laughter at the sight of his seat, empty on stage.

The stupid Yuuei students mumbled to themselves about how there were so little students and how this must be an extremely prestigious school.

Prestigious my ass, this was the best we could find in such a short time.

Dazai slumped to the right, leaning heavily on his Chibikko who let out a huff of exasperation in reply, but didn’t force him off. They spent the whole meeting like that, leaning onto each other and whispering quiet, yet brutal roasts about the abnormality that were Quirked individuals.

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The roommates system was annoying. So, so, so annoying.

Chuuya Nakahara had not signed up for this. Like at all. When he was told he would be doing an undercover mission with a number of others, he had assumed it would be like a basic infiltration task. But no. Because his boss had decided he wanted to make a goddamn school with a collective group of children who NEVER EVEN WENT TO SCHOOL.

And even worse than that, he was “roomied up” with shitty Dazai. The slimy little fish probably rigged the system because no way would anyone in their right mind put the two together.

He was about to pull a Dazai, minus the “romantic gesture of doing it with another person”. Bleh.

Despite all of that, he looked at the mummified man, now a 16 year-old. He was fast-asleep, as though he barely had any for weeks. And while normally Chuuya would relish at the fact that the Mackerel was sleeping, it probably was because of; A) Chuuya was there and he trusted the ginger, and B) He had actually not had a wink of shut eye since his former boss planned out this mission with him.

Letting out a tired sigh, Chuuya quickly changed into his blue PJs and climbed into bed with the sleeping beauty.

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FLOOR 1:

R1: Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Kirishima Ejirou

R2: Nakajima Atsushi, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

R3: Monoma Neito, Kendo Itsuka (Ik you think girl and boy tgt r weird but like i see them as siblings typa thing so... srry to anyone who ships them)

R4: Ranpo Edogawa, Midoriya Izuku

FLOOR 2:

R5: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto (No one wanted to room w katsuki except Izuku and Shouto)

R6: Kyouka Izumi, Kenji Miyazawa (again, I see them as siblings or like cousins, and deepest apologies to anyone who ships them, they lwk cute but i feel like its a bit weird for me sometimes)

R7: Yoayorozu Momo, Uraraka Ochako

R8: Akutagawa Gin, Higuchi Ichiyou, Tanizaki Noami (They became friends rlly quickly)

FLOOR 3:

R9: Yosano Akiko, Kouyou Ozaki

R10: Kunikida Doppo, Hirotsu Ryuurou

R11: Mori Ougai, Fukuzawa Yukichi (No one wanted to room w Mori either)

R12: Tachihara Michizou, Tanizaki Junichirou (Much to Naomi's dismay)

FLOOR 4:

R13: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya

R14: Yagi Toshinori, Aizawa Shouta

(I had sm fun making these)

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TIMETABLE!! (The initials are the teachers.)

Monday; 06:40

-Outside of R3 ( Kendo and Monoma's room) .

If Monoma was feeling bold today, he would’ve complained the very second he got this timetable. Monoma Neito was not feeling bold.

If he had any doubts about why the heroes here were able to be so trusted, so loved by their citizens, he now knew for a fact that it was their routine. He scanned through the paper once again for the nth time because, what. The actual. Fuck?!

Did the two Principals (yes, TWO) of this damned school not understand what a school even meant? Where was maths? Japanese? History and Literature? Were they training heroes or machines? Also, why is there English but no Japanese ?

Despite this absurd timetable, they still seemed sane! Well, except that bandaged kid and the emo one with the cropped bangs. They were weird. But the rest seemed fine, almost content with their lives!

And, what was the point of adding “Hand-to-hand combat” and “Quirk training” in two different periods? What was so important about learning how to fight without quirks? Also, he found it absolutely atrocious how this “top-notch school for the elite” let the quirkless in. What could some incompetent quirkless people do? Maybe there needed to be a minimum amount of students for a school so they just threw some random kids in. Yuuei, his dear, beloved school, would never stoop that low. 

Whatever, he’ll rant about it later, when Itsuka comes back. The roommates system was a bit odd for such a prestigious school but he didn’t mind sharing a room with Itsuka, they had shared a tent during the training camp too, so this was normal. Tetsutetsu had, obviously, roomed with his “bro” Kiri-something. And that poor Midoriya kid had to be with one of the Koritsu High students.

“Neito, let’s go, we’re gonna miss breakfast.” The voice snapped him out of his thoughts as Kendo emerged from the room and into the hallway. It was only 6 in the morning but lessons began at 7:30 so they wanted some time to rest before hell started.

He idly followed his roommate to the cafeteria, trying his best to remember the hallways so he could go back whenever he wanted. The place itself was genuinely much prettier than their school design. 

The architecture was exquisite, with a traditional sense embedded into plaster walls and marble floors. Wooden columns stuck out once every few minutes, adding a unique design to the place. Massive windows overlooked the beauty of the forest beside the school, and on a very rare occasion, Monoma could spot some wild animals, like deers, come out of its hiding to view the school, before going away once again. This place felt less like a school, and more like a camp. The dorm rooms, however, were made out of tatami floors and the futons were really soft and comfy, unlike the ones Yuuei had provided for them. The theme of the school was navy blue, white and silver, a very pretty palette choice if you ask him.

Yesterday, Itsuka had told him about how the sparring rooms had a whole weapon storage full of melee weapons and that today, when they had hand-to-hand combat, they could try it out. 

Finally, the duo came to a stop in front of two large glass doors, both with a silver plaque saying “Cafeteria”. Pushing the surprisingly light doors open, the two walked inside, shocked to see a majority of people were already awake.

Obviously the teachers, Mr. Aizawa and Yagi (the man insisted on not being called Toshinori for some reason), were already up and about, the former much less enthusiastically. However, most of the people there were from Koritsu High, the only from Yuuei being Tetsutetsu and the red head. 

After getting a selection of food, Monoma and Kendo made their way across the cafeteria, to a large round table where the other two sat. Beside the two was that bandaged kid from yesterday and a short ginger with piercing blue eyes. Kirishima was locked in a conversation with the mummy, the latter replying with the same amount of excitement. Weirdos.

Despite his telepathical please don’t make me sit with them , Itsuka still walked over, asking politely before taking a seat and gesturing at him to do the same. With a groan, he obliged.

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Chuuya didn’t know who this grey-eyed blondie was but that kid needs to stop looking at Chuuya’s partner before the dickhead loses some teeth. He kept side-eyeing Dazai the whole time, even as more of the students from his school came, he kept giving the mackerel dirty looks. He was lucky ‘Quirk’ study was up first or else he would’ve been Chuuya’s sparring partner. 

Now, personally, Chuuya is rather grateful Mori and Fukuzawa didn’t add shit like literature and Japanese as subjects, because, unironically, the ginger is practically illiterate. Except for business terms, English (and French), and tea brands, he doesn’t know that many poems or stories (other than like Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes) and stuff. So thank goodness for that.

Also, Dazai kept being a little dickhead, pretending to be interested in the 16 year-olds’ conversations whilst also leeching off of them for information. The kiddos either didn’t mind, or they didn’t know–he bets it's the latter. 

“Oi, Mackerel, let's get going, we need to get to class for seats.” He grumbled out, grabbing the younger by his collar and lifting him up. Chuuya frowned, Dazai was unnaturally light, he needed to feed the Mackerel more. Huffing out an exasperated breath, he waited for the brunette to wave his dramatic goodbyes, even if they were all going to the same class. 

With an annoyed huff, the former-mafioso tailed Chuuya to the classroom where they learned how to best use their “quirks”. Honestly, who came up with that stupid name anyways. Isn’t being called quirky an insult? And their ability names are so boring. There was a girl here with a similar gift as his, but she could only take away the gravity of objects, not control them. A pretty useless abil-quirk if you ask him. Especially since she could barely even carry her own weight. She could also only make things float and shift them around a bit. She should focus on controlling the objects over how much she can carry but both are useful he supposes.

Using the map that he memorised in his mind, he found his way across the weaving hallways of the school. The door to their class was abnormally large, a dark wooden oak with silver linings for intricate designs. A silver plaque, similar to the one on the cafeteria door, was above the entrance, and it read, “Hirotsu R.”. Dazai looked up at the plaque from behind him and snorted as the ginger stared in confusion. 

“Mori and Fukuzawa were lazy and weren’t bothered. Since there were a shit ton of repeating subjects, they just decided to give each teacher their own classroom. Thus, the sign.” He explained, Chuuya sub-consciously nodding along to his words.

“So, how do the Yuuei students find the class if there’s no directions?” 

“The back of their timetables have maps.”

“Ah.”

 (I’m not smart enough, nor bothered enough, to do a school map so you guys can make it up in your heads :) -A/N)

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Inside the classroom were the same marble floors from outside, boxed in with traditional Japanese earthen walls. The walls were structured with wood panels that were the same shade as the door. While the mix of traditional and modern may seem a bit weird, the room still came together beautifully with large sliding windows further enhancing the calming feel to the classroom. 

Bookshelves lined the walls, all of which were expensive-looking, leather hard-cover books. Even the bookcase itself looked straight out of a royal library with detailed carvings and designs on the sides and shiny silver paint outlining these details. Each classroom was specifically designed for and by each teacher, and Hirotsu’s design matched his persona extremely well.

Hirotsu himself, was standing next to his desk, writing his name on the massive blackboard that was on the wall. He turned around at the sound of Dazai and Chuuya entering, giving them a nod of acknowledgement each before returning to his task. According to Dazai, Hirotsu was testing out the board and making it look fairly used, as opposed to completely new. Probably at Mori’s expense. Of course there was assigned seating but Dazai had informed Hirotsu prior to the lesson that if he and Chuuya weren’t desk partners, he would change up the seating plan either way. 

So, as students from both schools began to file in, Dazai and Chuuya were at their desk, whispering to themselves, books and pencil cases already set out. 

Mori, the rich bastard, couldn’t find any expensive looking school desks, so he just purchased multiple exquisite tables (ones to the smaller side) and decided to seat two people in one. His excuse being that he “didn’t want the lab rat to undermine the school”. Totally not because he wanted to flex his money to a certain cat-loving ex-assassin…

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To be honest, Izuku didn’t know what to make of this school. Not that there was anything wrong with it, no, the school itself was absolutely extravagant and leaned to the more traditional side of Japan. And to be fair, it was extremely more beautiful than UA in that sense and the uniforms were also 100% better. 

However, despite the pleasantries and beauty, Izuku had a feeling that something was boiling underneath the surface, a secret that made this school seem… Off. 

First of all, not that he wanted to eavesdrop, but when Midoriya had returned to his dorm room, where he was partnered up with a student (he found out later on that his name was Ranpo), he heard Ranpo complaining on the phone about how these “16 year-old kids were sooo under his level and how he hated it here”. Which, since Ranpo is a prodigy child, would be normal. But referring to them as “16 year-old kids”, as if he wasn’t one himself? Kinda weird.

Not to mention the fact that the classes in the timetable were extremely harsh and didn’t teach any school-related subjects like maths or literature. 

All that aside, there seems to be some sort of rivalry between people since the Koritsu high students seemed to form groups together but they would often have blood-lust and ill-intent in their gazes whenever they saw someone from outside of their group. Plus, the bandaged student, Dazai. What was up with him? He and the ginger haired student were always together and Dazai would constantly joke about committing suicide. When he would, everyone would roll their eyes or tell him to stop joking with a grin on their faces, as if he does it often. 

The only person who acts differently is Nakajima and the short ginger, who seem to look at him with concern whenever he jokes about killing himself.

Todoroki had noticed it too and now, Izuku is certain that something is brewing under the facade this school blankets itself with.

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“The greenie kid, Midoriya, is catching on.” Ranpo mutters as he walks past Dazai, slipping a note in his hands. The two walk by as if nothing happened and Dazai heads over to where Chuuya is, sitting down next to him before tapping on his thigh what Ranpo told him. 

Dazai had to admit, the kid was kind of intelligent, obviously nowhere near his and Ranpo’s level, but still. However, the brunette wasn’t exactly sure as to why Mori told Ranpo to say that a bit louder so that the Mido-something kid would catch on. Sure, he had some ideas, but none were certain. That little slimy bastard, what was he trying to achieve this time?

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Quirk study class was a bit unusual, it was like therapy, but for your quirk? Momo isn’t entirely sure but the teacher, Hirotsu-sensei, skips the Koritsu students and starts first on the Yuuei students, beginning with Yaoyorozu.

While the class chatters away, some doing their work, others just relaxing, the black haired girl goes up to the seat in front of the teachers desk, sitting down gently.

“So, Yaoyorozu was it?” The man says, looking down at his paper as he writes her name on the top in neat, precise strokes. Momo nods, shifting a bit in her seat.

“Your quirk, Creation, allows you to create any non-living object or material by transforming your fat into the object of your choosing. As long as you know the molecular structure and components of the object, you can create it through your skin. Correct?” Yaoyorozu freezes for a second, shock flitting through her briefly before remembering that teachers have access to her files. 

“Yes, Hirotsu-sensei.” She confirms, nodding along. Hirotsu dips his head in acknowledgement, before writing something else down.

“So, from my understanding, your quirk uses fat as its main substance, and when you use your quirk too much, you get tired. So, regarding this information, what type of high-carbs diets have you been using?” He says, looking up from his paper. Momo tilts her head in confusion, diets?

“I’m sorry?”

“My question was, what diets have you used?” He repeats calmly, his tone not changing as his eyes flick quickly to the paper before up at her again.

“I-uhm, none sensei, but if I may, how does that correlate with my quirk?” She asks, fumbling her words a bit.

“Miss Yaoyorozu, you do know what our bodies’ main source of energy is, right? Carbohydrates. So, if you haven’t been eating food with a lot of energy, and you overuse your quirk, do you realise that your body will begin to take energy from your tissues instead? Potentially weakening your body to a state of constant fatigue and causing something called muscle breakdown?” He shakes his head gently.

“I’m no doctor, Miss Yaoyorozu, but I can assure you that over-exerting yourself will lead to dangerous outcomes. For the rest of this lesson, I suggest you find diets and ways to keep your energy up, while also not consuming too much energy. And maybe eat a snack or two, I fear you’re pale as a sheet right now.”

Momo knew that he quirk used energy, but when she pushed herself, she assumed the headaches and her tired muscles were due to overuse, not muscle breakdown. How come the quirk doctors never told her this? They had simply told her she uses energy to create her objects, and that she had no reason to be worried as to why she was experiencing fatigue. Momo knew she was pale right now, as she ungracefully stumbled out of her seat and nodded weakly to Hirotsu-sensei, who looked at her with a face full of concern, before she sat back down in her seat and Uraraka was called up.

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The tension in the class seemed to spread across the class as on the side with Yuuei students, they were now wary and albeit scared–except for Bakugou who took it as a challenge–of what Hirotsu does during those one-on-one conversations. Momo had walked back from his desk, face pale and hands slightly shaking, looking as though she was a second from breaking down mid-lesson, multiple worried glances were thrown her way as the ravenette pulled out her laptop and note and started rapidly writing things down. 

Uraraka swallowed nervously, wiping her sweaty hands on the fabric of her skirt as she took slow steps towards the dark wooden desk in the corner of the room. She gently sat down on the chair Momo previously occupied, the leather still slightly warm.

Hirotsu nodded at her as he flipped to the next page on his notebook and clicked his pen before looking up at her.

“Uraraka Ochako, Quirk: Zero Gravity, removes the gravity of objects and makes the subject float, able to float as far–or high–as the user chooses. Five finger touch-based contact to initiate quirks, likely finger pads, and has to touch all fingers together to disable quirk.” Hirotsu recited, his eyes not leaving hers. Something in his gaze made Uraraka feel like simply nodding was disrespectful as she stammered out a weak, 

“Yes, Hirotsu-sensei.”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he wrote something down on his paper, brows creasing as he looked back at her.

“Your drawbacks are nausea, dizziness, maybe fatigue and headaches?”

This time, she nodded, scratching the back of her neck lightly.

“I guess I get stomach aches sometimes? Like minor ones but, stomach aches nonetheless, uhm, headaches happen a lot, my brain feels fuzzy and light, and it feels like, uh, the feeling after you spin a lot and get dizzy and even when you're standing still, the world is still moving and turning? Yeah, kind of like that, and fatigues? I guess it happened once after the entrance exam? According to my parents I passed out on the couch after I came home, but maybe that could also be because of Recovery Girl’s quirk? I’m not sure, but nausea and headaches are definite. And maybe even a bit of near-vomiting experiences. Sometimes it feels like my stomach wants to leap out of my mouth.” She rambled, sometimes her voice reducing to mutters as she plows on, Hirotsu nodding in acknowledgement to every word as he writes in the same pace as her talking. 

When she finally finishes, Uraraka takes a startling deep breath, all her air expended after the small speech. 

“So, headaches happen often, as do dizziness, nausea, probably motion-sickness and due to the quickly changing gravity levels. Your dizziness is likely due to something called Inner Ear Response.” He says, “do you know what use your ears are for? Other than listening of course.”

“I think Izuku-kun may have mentioned it being related to balance?” She guesses, racking her brain for the answer.

“That is correct, you’ll learn more about this with Dr. Mori in Body Anatomy, but your ears send signals to your brain so you can adjust accordingly, however if the change is too quick to notice, dizziness, nausea and headaches are results. While this can be easily helped by just learning to brace your core for the change in gravity, another reason why I may seem a bit worried is because of what it does to your cardiovascular system.”

Uraraka sat, stunned in her seat as she listened to the teacher talk about blood clots and valves and how gravitational pulls affect blood, causing light-headedness that relates to motion-sickness as well. Blood valves make sure blood doesn’t flow backwards, but if the blood shifts too much, she could potentially cause a valve malfunction, eventually leading to heart failure. 

And so, with the second re-evaluation, another Yuuei student is left to scramble their way back to their seats, questioning the competency of the Quirk Studies made by doctors from the homes they hold so dear.

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Time passed fairly quickly as Hirotsu followed Mori’s instructions, exaggerating each student’s results and “evaluations” to make their doctors seem incompetent. It seemed to have been working as every time he was done, the students went back to their chairs, the happy air sucked out of their bodies.

Once the last student returned to their seat (visibly shaken and clutching their notes like a lifeline), Hirotsu held his chalk to the board. The sound of it tapping softly against the slate was the only noise echoing in the room.

He turned, hands clasped behind his back, scanning the classroom with a measured gaze. His eyes didn’t linger long on anyone, but the weight of them was enough to make even the Koritsu students sit a tad bit straighter (except for Dazai and Ranpo obviously).

“You have been told, by teachers, heroes, and perhaps even by yourselves… that pushing past your limits is noble.” He starts, his voice carrying across the room.

“That striving to push past and beyond, or like the Yuuei motto, “Plus Ultra”, is a good thing. But when does beyond become too much?” Ranpo tunes him out, leaning lazily back in his chair as he half listens to the old man, half swirls his lollipop around his tongue.

“Bakugou, despite your weakening hearing and the tense muscles in your wrists, has anyone ever noticed and told you that you have reached your limits?”

The blonde responded with a small and reluctant, “No”.

“And how far do you think they–as in your teachers, caregivers, friends, family et cetera–were willing to go until they told you enough?”

Silence descended upon the students as the words sunk in, at least on the side of the quirked individuals, most of the ability users were having the time of their lives. Read: Dazai and his shit-talking partner, Chuuya.

“Right. You don’t know, likely because you don’t think that there is a limit to your strength, but let me tell you this. Your entire career would have ended if you somehow managed to ruin your wrists into oblivion, or maybe they would even stop you when you actually go deaf.” Horitsu could admit his tone was a bit harsh, but nothing of what he said was exactly wrong per say, just mildly influenced by the way he said it.

He shot a brief glance towards the general direction of Dazai, the latter nodding subtly for him to continue on with his act. 

Letting out a small sigh, he stood up straighter before turning around abruptly, cloak billowing behind him with an air of dramatic flair.

“I am not a qualified doctor, nor am I a figure of extreme authority.” He starts, Hirotsu’s tone suddenly dropping as he adopts a more weary and tired sound. 

“What I am, however, is a teacher who cannot stress the importance of taking care of your body and your mind. So before the period ends in a minute, I just need you all to remember that “Above and Beyond” does not mean to burn yourself out or damage your body until it does what you need it to.” He finishes just as the bell rings loudly, startling everyone out of the moment. Despite the interruption, the words etched deep into the souls of the Yuuei students.

And so, Act 1, Phase One, is officially complete.

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Murmurs ran through the crowd of sweaty students, some groaning at the tedious task of having to walk up 100 steps just to reach their lesson, others commenting on how normal it looked for such a warm-up. But members of the PM and ADA quietly snickered in the corner, there was nothing normal about Kouyou Ozaki. 

As they stepped inside the dojo, they were greeted with a large red sash hung off of the support beams. 

“Refinement” It read, written in flowing kanji. 

At the end of the training room, stood Kouyou, posture straight, hands hidden under the silk that draped her figure.

“A kimono?” Izuku whispered, mumbling to himself about the inefficiency of dressing one in such over-the-top clothing, one that, if an enemy were here, could easily take control of and use to their advantage. Unbeknownst to the poor greenie, the room had quieted, revealing only his mutterings and indirect insults to float over to where the woman stood. 

She arched an elegant brow, unamused as the random kid began rambling about her fashion choices. 

Silence (excluding Izuku’s ramblings) filled the hall for an impressive 5 minutes. A cough from Kyouka, who had gotten aggravated at the pure disrespect towards her Ane-san, snapped the greenette out of his trance, the boy taking a second to realise what happened before flushing bright red.

He stumbled out apologies left and right, steam coming from his face at the sheer embarrassment. 

“That’s enough.” The red-headed lady said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. “We have wasted enough time as is, stand up boy, this is simply embarrassing.” She scoffed, turning around with a whoosh as her layers fluttered behind her. 

Izuku scrambled to get up, dusting at his knees and adverting his gaze to the floor as countless amused looks were thrown his way. 

God, would the ground PLEASE swallow me up.

He begged silently to whatever deity was laughing at his demise from above.

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As the lesson began, Kouyou started to explain the ideology of using your quirk as an extension of yourself, a weapon in your arsenal of skills. When the conversation started to drift to “never fully rely on your quirk,” and “quirks shouldn’t be the only ability you have,” the Yuuei students were thoroughly lost. 

“My job at this school is to teach you how to control and wield your quirks as you would a blade, precise and efficient. I will teach you how to reign in your abilities, how to use it in ways you have never thought of, and how to adapt it to your fighting.” She finished, receiving nods of acknowledgment in return.

“What do you mean ‘adapt it to your fighting’,” Bakugou grunted out, arms crossed, tone dripping with snark. “My quirk is my fighting. What more do you want?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“If you aren’t going to teach me how to push my limits and be better, how can you call yourself a teacher, you-” He stopped abruptly as a chill ran down his spine and his nerves screamed Danger! Danger! at him. An ice cold glare struck Bakugou as he looked over. Kouyou stood there, head held up and posture more rigid than before, a tick of nerves running up her jaw as she looked him down. 

“You what?” She snarled, taking a step towards the blonde, her heels clacking against the tatami mat. “Finish the sentence boy. I'm what?” He gulped at the question before ducking his head down, sweat rolling down the side of his face.

“Is discipline so hard these days? Honestly, you children !” The ginger huffed to herself before resuming her spot in the front of the room. 

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The rest of the lesson went by as smoothly as possible, with Kouyou instructing them to spar with a partner of their choice, a not-so-subtle ploy to spot their physiques, fighting patterns and overall combat levels.  

Somehow, Bakugou had been given the short end of the stick, and was forced to partner with Chuuya, while the others were with the more favourable members. Chuuya, whom Dazai had ditched grumbled to himself, a scowl etched on his face, as he gingerly (get it?) made his way over to where the angry blonde was, a matching frown on the latter’s face.

“Get in positions! You can start the fight when both members are prepared!” Kouyou shouted, her instructions echoing in the room before chaos erupted. Within the span of 10 minutes, 5 of the 9 Yuuei students either gave up, or were pinned down. 

The matchup between Monoma against Dazai had gone embarrassingly fast, as the exact moment Dazai was close, the blonde found himself pinned to the floor, air punched out of his lungs, chest landing with a thud on the training mat. Dazai pushed his knee further into the crook of Monoma’s back, urging him to tap out. With a pained expression of annoyance, the copycat was the first of many to be defeated by students of Koritsu High. 

While all the sparring matches went on, Bakugou sat on the mat, huffing impatiently as Chuuya did his stretches. After a second or two, the shorter announced he was ready, pulling a manic grin onto the other’s face. WIthout a second of hesitation, the blonde charged up his explosions and leapt at Chuuya, sparks crackling threateningly in his open palm. 

Spotting the blonde come closer, Chuuya waited, and waited. Until right as his opponent pulled his left hand back in a powerful swing, Chuuya ducked under, landing a bone-cracking punch on the 16 year-old. Spit flew out of Bakugou’s mouth as his explosions died in his hand mid-air, before he ragdolled to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. 

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Pain, pain and agony. Absolutely mind-numbing agony, as Bakugou writhed on the floor, hugging his stomach like a prized possession, as his tightly closed eyes prevented the tears that were swelling up from spilling. 

“FUCK!” He shouted, grinding his teeth with an audible creak as white hot pain wracked his nerves. 

He was dying. This was death, and it was so stupidly painful.

A single tear rolled out of his eyes as he slumped over, seeing black.

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A loud crash interrupted the friendly fights, as all turned over to spot Bakugou, invincible, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight Bakugou, on the floor, cheeks flushed red, neck straining as his arms covered his stomach where he was hit. 

Gasps rang through the crowd, while Dazai looked like Christmas came early, turning away to hide a snicker. Izuku stood there, mouth agape as he struggled to find the right words, his face turning red from anger and despair. Kouyou quickly slipped past the audience, picking Bakugou up and rushing him away without a single sound. When the door shut from her departure, everyone started talking. 

Chuuya had stood up from where he kneeled, only to be tackled onto the floor by a laughing Dazai who was gushing about how satisfying that punch was, only frowning when he relayed how it was stolen from the punch Dazai made during their re-encounter? Whatever that meant. 

Izuku, who had been silent, pushed past the people, going straight up to Chuuya. 

“This is a friendly sparring match. Why would you do that?”  He growled out, fists shaking on his sides from how mad he was. Chuuya at least looked a little sheepish, while Dazai rolled his eyes, before going back to pampering the ginger, asking if his fists hurt as though he hadn’t just broken Bakugou’s ribcage. The greenette stalked back to his spot silently, his head downcast, though anyone could see the vein popping on his neck. They would be too strong for him to defeat, and their students had just defeated his own. They were better.

Uraraka put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, even if her own was shaking from the rage, she felt. Dazai hadn’t even felt remorseful. He may had not punched Bakugou, but rolling his eyes at the fact that his friend? Partner? Had just beat up a kid was not cool. No heroic-like at all. 

“You little freak!”

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He didn’t like 1A. He didn’t even like 1A. So why, why was he so angry?

When he saw Dazai looking over his shoulder, eyes starry, he was curious, turning back to see Bakugou getting absolutely killed. And then he heard the brunette snicker. Laugh, at someone breaking possibly all the bones in their body. That punch had a resounding crack that brought unwanted dread to the platinum blonde’s spine.

So when he saw Dazai leaping at the ginger, laughing and giggling, Monoma was mad. He was mad when Dazai rolled his eyes at greenie’s question. He was so mad.

“You little freak!” He screeched, before hitting a well-aimed punch straight across the bandaged kid’s face. 

A loud silence crept over the once mumbling crowd. Pure, deafening silence. Silence as Monoma felt a hand grasp the collar of shirt and slammed him hard down to the floor. Nothing as Monoma felt his body explode in agony, teary eyes making out a blurry shape of a ginger bashing his bare fists against his face. 

Blood rolled down his face, punch, after punch, after punch found its way to his face, battering it to black and blue.

Then his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness. 

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It wasn’t bloody, It was brutal. A brutal poem of violence, where Monoma’s face was the paper the pen repeatedly smashed onto.

Anger, rage and madness, swirling in a mix of orange. 

The feeling of that little bitches’ face concave was a sensation he was addicted to. The euphoria of serving back his karma tenfold. 

He wasn’t just mad, when he saw Dazai, annoying, breathtaking, loud Dazai, his Dazai’s face getting struck, he felt a craziness that didn’t belong to Corruption, solely to himself. 

It was fun, he supposed, to beat the kid purple, his clear face scratched and bruised. Bloody. So bloody and red. 

If fun meant a wave of disconnection where all he could think of was again again Again AGAIN. Then yes, it was most definitely fun. 

So, so, so fun. Especially when they pulled him away, kicking and screaming as his face contorted with anger. But all he saw was the look. That look Dazai gave him when he was secretly happy, even when he shouldn’t be. 

So yes, it was fun. And he would do it forever, if it continued giving that sense of accomplishment a thousand times over.

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Fukuzawa was tired. Deliriously tired from running a school he never signed up for. But he couldn’t refuse when Ougai came up to him in person with that obnoxious red scarf and black coat hanging off of his arms haphazardly, as if he had been rushing to see the detective.  

The doctor had pleaded, near begged for Fukuzawa to start a school with him, his voice coming out in heavy breaths. Ougai explained he had ran here because of “fucking traffic”. And who was Fukuzawa to say no?

No to this vile, cruel man. This man who had his heart in his grasps, whether he knew it or not, and played all the correct tunes. This man who ran all the way here to meet him. Fukuzawa was a sucker for cats, and damn if Ougai didn’t look like a snarky black one asking for cuddles (that he would give).

The ADA president was tired. Deliriously tired from running a school he never signed up for. But gosh was it worth it.

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Maybe this was a dream. Maybe waking up, looking over and seeing the anchor of his life lying just a bed away, bundled up in a blanket and limbs strewn across the futon. Mori Ougai is a very, very , weak man, but only when it came to his partner. 

The black hair man frowned slightly. Ex -Partner. He mentally corrected. They were just two co-workers who had been forced together by some lunatic rat. Simply co-workers.

A loud knock on their shared door snapped the PM boss out of his pouting. Heaving a dramatic sigh, he dragged himself out of the futon and walked over to the door, opening it slightly. Mori poked his head out.

“Who’s-Kouyou?” He stopped, the red-head looked restless, sweat rolling down her forehead as if she ran here. The ravenette took one look at her and opened the door wider, gesturing for her to come inside. 

“What happened?” He said, handing her a tissue to wipe her head. The dishevelled lady took a stuttering breath before letting out a wheezed, 

“Chuuya snapped, one of the kids was hospitalised, and Dazai got punched.” 

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Click Click Click Click Click Click Click-

“Stop clicking the pen.”

“Sorry.”

Click Click Click-

“Midoriya.”

“Sorry Aizawa-sensei.”

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The hospital was quiet today, only the sound of muted chatter and scribbling on paper was heard in the waiting lobby. Izuku sat next to Aizawa, his legs going up and down in a jittery motion to relieve his anxiety.

“Do you-”

“He’s alive Midoriya, calm down.”

“...Sorry.”

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The atmosphere was thick with tension, as though a crack formed between the two schools. The Yuuei students steered clear of the Koritsu students and occasionally sent them glares and dirty looks. The others, however, simply did not care. They went about as though nothing happened, ignoring the looks they received. The only difference was Dazai, his left eye blackened and a prominent frown adopted on his face. He didn’t enjoy how Chuuya got in trouble because it meant that the brunette went to sleep alone and woke up alone, no slug in sight.

He had tried pestering Kouyou about it, then Fukuzawa, then, unfortunately, Mori but all he received was weird, suspiciously guilty responses.

Bakugou and Monoma were healed in a week since they didn’t want Yosano’s ability to be revealed, which is why they advertised her as having a “quirk” which tremendously fastens healing rate. Again, Dazai didn’t exactly care. He wanted to know where his Chibi was, and he wanted to know now .

Izuku had roomed with Shouto for the week Bakugou was healing and was forced back when he recovered. Which is when everything, accidentally, went to shit.

Mori and Fukuzawa were in their joint office, the former rattling on about how the office is too small and how it’s so boring over seeing nature instead of the whole of Yokohama. Izuku stopped in his tracks, quietly making his way over to the door to hear better.

“-And Yukichi, it’s soooo boring! I mean that stupid rat. I didn’t think he would really call in the favour and look at us, pretending to be Principals of a Hero school! Pssshhhh.” Mori whined, hand waving around dramatically as he sat on top of his desk, legs swinging like a child.

Fukuzawa let out a sigh, exasperated with a hint of familiarity and fondness. “We don’t have heroes, Ougai-dono, but if we did you would be a stereotypical villain.” He retorted, snorting into his teacup.

Mori let out a mock-offended gasp, hand flying to his chest as his face twisted in sadness. 

“Yukichi, how could you?! I’ll have you know I prefer the term criminal. Being the Port Mafia boss isn’t easy, you know? Saying villain makes me seem like those senseless hooligans!” He cried, legs folding over one another as he chastised the other.

Izuku covered his mouth in shock, eyes darting to the two figures to see if they were joking. He had heard of the Port Mafia, only through rumours but no one knew where they came from or who they were, just that they had impossible influence and connections from all over the world.

He took a feeble step back and ran away, breath heavy as he sprinted through the halls, trying to find Mr. Aizawa.

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Aizawa was in his dorm, quietly sipping coffee as he looked over assignments from his third year class back at Yuuei. A loud thudding noise, footsteps, sounded outside his room before someone started banging on the door.

“MR. AIZAWA?? Mr. Aizawa open the door! I need to tell you something!” Izuku screamed as the door opened swiftly. Aizawa stepped aside so he could enter and the boy ran in before he shut the door behind him.

“Mr. Aizawa, one of the principals, is a part of the Port Mafia! And-and apparently both of them aren’t real principals! I’m not sure if the other one is affiliated with the mafia but he seemed to know! And not just that! He’s the boss, sir, Mori-sensei is the Port Mafia boss!” Izuku stuttered out, breath coming in heaving takes. Aizawa laid a firm hand on his student and sat him down on the unoccupied chair.

“Problem child, I need you to repeat everything you know, how you know it and I need you to calm down .”

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Dazai sat up from his lonely, cold bed, opening his laptop and checking the security cameras out of boredom.

“Let's see…Shin soukoku arguing, Zen soukoku flirting..ew. Uhh Ranpo is stealing snacks, Higuchi is watching movies with Gin and Naomi, heh I knew they would be great friends. Anddddd oh. ”

He paused his browsing, clickity clackiting on the keyboard before the film zoomed in, clarifying a live recording of Midoriya and Aizawa. Dazai rolled off the bed, grabbing his packet of strawberry foam gummies before clicking on the sound button, listening in to the conversation.

He giggled as he listened to Midoriya recount how he saw Mori and Fukuzawa flirting. His gummies fell out of his hand as he felt a sense of disappointment wash over him. 

“Mannnn, the reveal was supposed to be tomorrow..Stupid Mori and Fukuzawa, didn’t even hear him listening in.” He grumbled as he stuffed his face with gummies using one hand, the other dialing the President’s number. When a mori-sounding “Moshi Moshi” came through he replied with a gummy-filled,

“They found out you gay old man.”

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The glistening moon shone its light onto the quiet school, residents inside the building sleeping away their issues and stress. At least that’s what they should be doing. Tetsutetsu wouldn’t call himself a responsible role model, nor would he say he’s amazing at following rules. But would it technically be breaking rules if Aizawa-sensei and Yagi-sensei were here too?

“Yo sleepy sensei!” He called out, only to be met with withering glares and multiple “shhhh”’s. Tetsutetsu winced. “Yo sleepy sensei..” He whisper-shouted, speeding up to walk next to the man. 

“So, where we goin’ dude?” He said, eyes looking around lazily as they walked past repetitive hallways. 

“Yeah, where are we going?” Monoma agreed, white robe hugged tighter around his frame as he shivered in the cold. Kendo shot him a confused glance, the weather was cool, not cold enough for a jacket but not hot either.

“Low iron.” He grumbled back, momentarily letting go of the robe to rub his bagged eyes. Tetsutetsu nodded in understanding, subconsciously drifting his way back to his Kiribro.

“Hey dude, any idea what’s this about? Your teach is ignoring me I think.” He whispered. Kirishima shook his head slowly, eyes darting up to Aizawa where the man kept walking robotically, not responding and not reacting.

When you think about it, Brocobro (Izuku - broccoli=brocobro) also, is acting weird. No starry eyed gazes at architectural pillars or anything. Just downcast eyes shadowed over by something treacherous. Maybe he knows what’s going on.

“Yooo, Brocobro,” He drawled, arms swinging over to loop Izuku into a sidehug, “You seem sad, do you know what’s happening? Or at least where we’re going?” He questioned.

Izuku physically winced, jumping out of his own skin as he seemed to get shocked back to reality.

“Sorry Tetsutetsu-san, what’d you say?” Izuku asked, nervous fingers picking at his nails. He took his lower lip into his mouth as he waited for the other boy to talk.

Tetsutetsu observed the greenie’s mannerisms and concluded that, using his sky-high intellect, the boy was not in the mood to talk. After figuring this out Tetsutetsu dismissed his previous question and slowed down to meet Kendo and Monoma’s pace again.

After what seemed like walking in circles, the teachers stopped in front of a doorway, looking warily around before gently pushing it open. What was inside made the students gasp, the sound echoing in the empty room.

“Midnight-sensei?!” 

“Hey kiddos and kiddos. No time to chat, tell them what’s happenin’ Sho’ and we can get started.” She cut off the questions, turning directly over to Aizawa. The man cleared his throat once, twice before Izuku seemed to notice and stepped forward, taking calming deep breaths.

“Uh so yesterday I was wandering around the school when I heard Mori-sensei and Fukuzawa-sensei talking. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but they sounded like they were arguing- which I guess turned out to be flirting.. -but Fukuzawa-sensei said something and Mori-sensei responded by saying that he was the Leader of the Port Mafia.” Izuku rambled out, eyes widening as he seemed to be shocked himself despite knowing this already.

Aizawa stepped in, “Yes, Mori Ougai is now confirmed to be the Port Mafia boss judging by our connections and we have reason to believe everyone, but the students, knew about this.”

A deafening silence stretched over the Quirked individuals.

“So what does Midnight-sensei being here have to do with anything?” Tetsutetsu questioned, one eyebrow rising suspiciously.

Midnight sent him a grin in return. “I’ve been called by Sho’ over here to help evacuate the kids without causing a ruckus.” Izuku beamed, as much as he could anyways with his sunken eyes and pale face.

“That’s a great idea! You can put them all to sleep and we can take them away! But isn’t that kidnapping?” Heads snapped from the Greenie over to the three adults.

“I mean not technically..? Think of it as a rescue mission.” Yagi quickly said. Unsure nods went around the room but everyone agreed, this was for the best.

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A static intercom sound hit the radios of every room. Dazai’s scratchy voice rang through.

“They’re coming. Teachers act like you were forced, students play dumb and sleep. Everyone, the game starts now.”

Dazai gave a nod to Chuuya who quickly hid the weapons in the secret compartment inside the fridge. He hastily shoved all the things back inside to make the appliance seem normal and dove into the bed, one arm automatically reaching over to wrap around Dazai’s torso. Chuuya snuck a pill under his tongue, sighing before shutting his eyes and acting asleep. Not even a few seconds later, pink fog seeped into the room from under the doors and Dazai felt Chuuya relax on top of him, sound asleep. 

The brunette slowed down his breathing and calmed his heart as he used Chuuya as a guide on how to act asleep. Before he fully committed to his part as sleeping, Dazai quickly sent Ango a message of dots and dashes. The door creaked open and Soukoku were taken, both sound asleep as they were taken from their beds into the dark of the night.

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Ango took another sip of his black coffee, glasses sliding down his nose as he waited not-so-patiently for the message. Then,

.-.. . - - .... . -- .-.. . .- ...- . -. --- --- -. . .. ... - --- .. -. - . .-. .-. .- -.-. - --- .-. .-. . ... .. ... -

The man sat upright immediately, coffee haphazardly dropped onto a nearby desk as he signalled for everyone to leave their post. As one, the guards on work suddenly disappeared, one by one, leaving a massive opening in the barrier. 

The government official watched with mild interest as three trucks pulled up, Heroes piling out holding Koritsu High students as they all stepped through the barrier one at a time. The ones holding Dazai and Chuuya, All Might, was dressed in more formal attire with a white blouse and black pants instead of his normal showy (ugly) costume. Ango felt a smile tilt his empty face as beeps came through.

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A startled laugh burst out of his mouth as he snorted unprofessionally into his coffee.

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A faint smell of hand sanitiser, antiseptic and bleach found its way to Chuuya’s nose as he scrunched at it in distaste. A small laugh from a frail body shook him awake as a sudden flash of pain on his right cheek.

“What the-” Memories flooded his brain as he realised where he was and sat up quickly. “Dazai! Did you punch me, you little fish?” He growled, gloved hands reaching up to rub his sore face. Dazai stuck his tongue out in return.

“Payback.” 

“WHY YOU-”

“Shhh Chibi’s so loud everyone in the building’s going to hear you!” Dazai said. To outsiders he would seem like he’s simply shushing Chuuya up but the ginger knew better. “Everyone is going to hear” means that someone is listening in.

“And the window’s open too silly slug!” Chuuya let the nickname pass for now, realising that not only did those freaks set up cameras, they also put a listening device in the room.

“So where are we genius?” Chuuya grunted, shifting uncomfortably in the hospital gown.

“Well all I know is that we’re not in Yokohama. It’s too loud and outside there are a BUNCH of skyscrapers and stuff!” Dazai responded with a child-like wonder Chuuya most certainly knew was fake.

“Really now?” 

“Yeah! And I even got the nurses to give me a slug sticker! I put it on your hat.” He smirked, attacking Chuuya’s sarcasm by damaging personal property.

“Oi! I told you not to do that!” The elder growled back, hand smacking the back of Dazai’s head. The 21-turned-16 whined at the abuse as he swatted back. As they were in the middle of their cat fight, the door creaked open, showing a man, Aizawa, who stepped inside.

“You guys woke up much quicker than expected.” The man said in a dull tone, hands shifting around some papers on his clipboard. He invited himself a seat and sat beside their bed, a furrow in his brow.

“All of your schoolmates woke up quicker than expected.” He muttered to himself as he looked down, eyes quickly scanning the pages as he missed the smirk shared between the two in front. 

“Alright, my friend, Tsukauchi, is about to come. His quirk allows him to tell if someone is lying or not. Dazai it likely won’t work on you so please try to tell the truth.” He quickly ordered before someone knocked on the door.

After Aizawa let him in, the detective, Tsukauchi, bowed to the two boys before pulling out a listening device. Dazai raised an eyebrow in amusement. Is already having listening devices in this room not enough? He laughed to himself.

“I hope Aizawa has explained a little bit but nice to meet the both of you, I’m Tsukauchi, I’m a detective and my quirk is pretty much being able to tell when someone lies.” The man got straight to the point, pen ready to write. “I will be asking you guys a series of questions and I hope you tell the truth.” 

With the confirmation of two nods, the interro-ehem, questions began.

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15:39, xx/xx/xxxx, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Aizawa Shouta, Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya;

[START OF RECORDING]

TN: To begin could you please tell me your name, age and quirk please? Starting with Chuuya Nakahara.

NC: Uhm, Chuuya Nakahara, 16, Gravity Manipulation.

TN: Alright, now Dazai Osamu?

DO: Dazai Osamu, 16, Nullification.

TN: Can you confirm Aizawa?

AS: Yes, that’s what their student files stated.

TN: I shall begin with Mister Nakahara. How much would you say you enjoy being a student at Koritsu High?

NC: Well, it’s pretty good I guess? Nice dorms, cool teachers and the Principals are greatly respectable. 

TN: Alright, you say you respect the Principals, what gave you this respect towards them?

NC: What makes me respect them? Damn, uh, Fukuzawa-sensei is great with a katana, he helps with my training a lot. And he’s a big softie really, loves cats, like, a lot. Uhm, Mori-sensei is like a strict parent, but he’s chill. When I get in detention sometimes for things like lashing out he helps me calm down. He’s also a great doctor, a very great man.

TN: I see, well do these men seem like the type to be affiliated with any gangs?

NC: Gangs? What are you-whatever. Gangs? Like the Port Mafia typa gang or?

TN: Just gangs in general, though I would like you to also elaborate on “the Port Mafia”.

NC: Well Fukuzawa-sensei would never, he holds very strict and tight morals, very rarely bends rules, Mori-sensei, I know, used to be an underground doctor so he may have worked with them at some point? Not like that’s bad or anything, the Port Mafia are alright.

AS: Alright? Could you explain how you find a villain group to be “alright”?

NC: Well they’re a part of the Tripartite System so they aren’t horrible. And villainy is more of an “outside-Yokohama” thing, the PM are criminals but they do good, protected us citizens tons of times.

TN: Protected? 

NC: Yeah, from outsiders and terrorists. Them and the ADA, that’s the Armed Detective Agency, and the Government work hand-in-hand. They protect Yokohama so we value them quite a lot. 

TN: I-Thank you for your insight, moving on to Mister Dazai. Same question, how do you find Koritsu High?

DO: Ehh, it’s alright. I don’t particularly enjoy the more physical subjects but I can’t deny how helpful they are. The rooms are nice, really, really nice. The Principals knew I had eating disorders and allowed me with a kitchen in my dorm. Everyone’s super friendly and nice. If my chibi and friends weren’t here, I would’ve dipped ages ago.

AS: Why, Dazai, would you have “dipped”?

DO: Well it’s school. Which fool likes school? 

AS: Dazai, please be serious. Tsukauchi’s quirk already doesn’t work on you so please.

DO: Right well, between you and me?

TN: Yes?

DO: I can’t stand the Principals.

TN: Why is that?

DO: They’re like a married couple, fighting every morning in the hallways, not helping while we clean the classes and corridors, flirting any chance they get, I mean honestly!

AS:...Dazai, are you perhaps..homophobic?

Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu laugh loudly

DO: What? Me, homophobic? Gosh you must be joking. I’m dating Chibi ChuChu over here so I don’t think so.

AS: I-I’m so sorry for assuming. I give my deepest apologies.

TN: We’re getting off track, do any of the principals seem like the gang-affiliated type to you?

DO: Hm, no? But like Chuuya said, Mori-sensei used to be an underground doctor. Affiliations happen.

TN: Very well, thank you both for your time.

[END OF RECORDING]

15:52, xx/xx/xxxx, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Aizawa Shouta, Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya.

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The cackle of the ending resounded over the room again. 

‘Well this Dazai sounds like he’s lying all the time! Even when he said his name!” Midnight groaned into her palm as she perched her arms on the table.

“Now, now Midnight-san, let’s review this one more time.” Now all the pro-heroes joined in on the protest, they did not need to hear this for the nth time!

“Nedzu maybe enough is enough?” All Might pitched in, wary for his comrades. The dog-bear-rat sighed before jumping off the chair and onto the table.

“Well, what have we obtained?” 

“Uh Mori is an underground doctor, the students ALL find the Port Mafia as saviours - someone in the corner mumbled “Brainwashed children “ - And the culprits themselves have yet to talk.”

“Don’t forget how quickly they all woke up! Maybe Yokohama people have some sort of immunity?”

Nedzu shook his head.

“Drugs were found in the bloodstreams of the students, likely ingested through water. An extra pill and the kids would’ve woken up during the abduction. Whoever made this is extremely skilled.” The Principal stated, eyes darkening. Aizawa caught on quickly.

“That was the plan, they wanted the students to awake during the capture and freak out.” The teacher finished, receiving a grim nod in return.

“Or this is all a ploy and someone is trying to throw us off guard. Whatever the reason, the students from Koritsu High will be a target. The Yokohama people will want them back. Which means we need to protect these kids from their dangerous environment. Don’t be lulled into a sense of security, always be vigilant.”

“Our competitors are already three steps ahead.”

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“Hm, three steps only? You stupid rodent, I’m already on the other side of the world.” Dazai chuckled to himself from his spot under the blanket. Chuuya shot him a questioning glare and a wary glance. A few quick types into the computer and Dazai turned his screen around, smirking

T H E Y     T R U S T    US.     N O     C A M S ,     O N L Y     R E C.    W E ‘R E     I N.

A matching smirk slithered its way onto Chuuya’s face as he laughed loudly, of course they got in.

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“These uniforms are the ugliest things I have ever seen.” Akutagawa muttered as he and the Weretiger followed some Iida kid to the 1A classroom. They had been rudely awakened and the glasses freak had forced them into this hideous attire. Even the Weretigers old clothing looked better. The colour combo was horrendous, grey, red and green?? Who even made this? Were they colourblind? Atsushi beside him, not wanting to seem rude, subtly nodded in agreement, the uniform was pretty ugly.

Hearing this, Iida snapped his head back, glasses skewed for some reason. The navy-haired boy fixed his glasses and cleared his throat, then proceeded to sing holy glazes about the school’s etiquette and how the uniforms are a symbolisation of some stupid thing.

“Nah, I think it’s just ugly.” A familiar voice sounded in front of them. Iida came to a stop as well. Ahead was Dazai, whose uniform clashed with his hair and bandages like a losing war. Chuuya popped his head out the huge classroom door and mumbled his agreements. He didn’t look horrible but orange wasn’t the best colour.

Akutagawa perked up at the sight of his mentors. 

“Dazai-san! Chuuya-san!” Dazai grinned and looked back to Chuuya who handed him a 20 dollar bill. The newer generation of Soukoku looked at them in confusion. Chuuya sighed. 

“The bastard bet me 20 bucks that my boy Ryuu would say his name before mine when greeting us.” He huffed out. Iida stood beside them, fuming and flushed with anger.

“Betting and gambling is extremely prohibited within school grounds, and is bad overall! I know you guys are not from here but please refrain from doing illegal things!” He rambled out, steam coming out of his ears. Another set of voices joined the crowd forming at the door.

“Sheesh this guy talks like we’re foreigners. We are Japanese too, y'know?” Ranpo said as he turned the corner, accompanied by Jun’ichirou and Naomi, all three led by Midoriya. Iida jumbled out apologies for making it seem like they were weird or different whilst Dazai snickered behind his hand.

“This guy’s worse than Kunikida.” Dazai laughed, to which he earned a nod from all ADA members present. Iida straightened up as Midoriya came to stand next to him.

“Who guided you guys here?” Midoriya asked, curiously looking around for one of his friends. 

“Oh Aizawa did, in fact I think he’s waiting for you guys to come in.” Dazai snickered and he and Chuuya moved into the class, allowing the students to enter. Iida practically bolted in, apologising for getting distracted while Midoriya just quietly slid to his seat. 

After a while, all of the students arrived, Koritsu High peers behind them. Aizawa told all of the kids from Yokohama to stand up front. 

“Introduce yourselves and then we go out to the field.” He said before leaning back onto the blackboard, arms crossed. “Starting with you.” He added, jutting his head to Naomi at the end. 

“Oh! My name is Naomi Tanizaki and this is my brother~ Jun’ichirou Tanizaki!!” She happily said, arms linking into her brother’s. Someone in the crowd asked her for her quirk. It took her a second to remember what that was before she said, without a single shift or change in her tone, “Oh I don’t have one.” Naomi smiled, before looking over to Jun’ichirou.

The silence in the class was loud. Students exchanged glances before Mineta spoke up. 

“How is a Quirkless able to get into a hero school?” He called out. Midoriya and Bakugou shuffled nervously in their seats. Gin, who was next to Jun’ichirou, narrowed her eyes at the walking grape.

“Do we have an issue twerp?” She growled back, a knife pulled from nowhere as she pointed it at Mineta. “Why wouldn’t a Quirkless person be able to join a hero school?” Oblivious to the threat and also thinking Gin was a boy he replied with, “Well they’re weaker and are a de-evolved form of humans. Duh” Mineta rolled his eyes as if this was obvious. The class averted their gaze, as if they were silently agreeing. 

“Are we being deadass?” Chuuya grunted, slamming his hand on the nearest table which unfortunately was Aoyama’s. The boy shivered in fear. “Gin could beat you to a pulp right now before anyone can even blink. D’you wanna test that theory, Grape Head?”

Aizawa stepped in before anyone else could talk.

“Enough, being quirkless does not limit your abilities to be a hero. No more comments, continue with the introductions.” He nodded his head to Jun’ichirou.

“Jun’ichirou Tanizaki, uh my quirk is Light Snow..” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck

“Gin Akutagawa, quirkless.” She spat. 

“Ichiyou Higuchi, [REDACTED].” 

“Ranpo Edogawa, Super Deduction!”

“Ryuunosuke Akutagawa, Rashoumon.”

“Uhm, Atsushi Nakajima, Beast Beneath the Moonlight.”

“Michizou Tachihara, Midwinter Memento.”

“Hi I’m Kenji Miyazawa and my quirk is Undefeated by the Rain!”

“Uhm, I’m Kyouka Izumi and my quirk is Demon Snow..”

“My name is Dazai and my quirk is No Longer Human!!”

“Chuuya Nakahara, uh my quirk is Upon the Tainted Sorrow.”

Aizawa nodded and stood up from the blackboard.

“Wait, but we still don’t know what their quirks are? What type of names are those?” Kaminari called out, confused. Aizawa sighed.

“Which is why we are going to the field, get up everyone” He said, exhausted. 

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As everyone lined up, all in their hero costumes (or just in their normal PM/ADA attire…) Aizawa stated what they were going to do. A game, exactly the same as what they did with All Might, where one group protects a bomb, whilst the other tries to find and obtain it. The group will be Koritsu vs Yuuei.

However, only 5 rounds will be played today due the time shortage. Meaning two people from Koritsu will sit out, and 10 from Yuuei will sit out. The game is in pairs and this time, you are allowed to choose who you pair up with, but not who you go against. 

The Teams are:

1. A) Chuuya and Dazai

1. B) Ryuunosuke and Atsushi

1. C) Gin and Michizou

1. D) Jun’ichirou and Ranpo

1. E) Kenji and Kyouka

vs

1. a) Ochako and Katsuki

1. b) Tenya and Momo

1. c) Izuku and Shoto

1. d) Denki and Hanta

1. e) Eijirou and Ashido

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ROUND ONE: Izuku/Shoto VS Jun’ichirou/Ranpo

I SPUN A WHEEL FOR THIS I DIDN’T CHOOSE

Wow, this wheel must really hate Ability Users. Tanizaki thought to himself as he watched the wheel shift from group C to him and Ranpo. He couldn’t even express how cooked they were. But they got to choose whether to hide the bomb or capture it and Ranpo had chosen to hide it. Tanizaki muttered prayers under his breath as he walked into the building with an ecstatic Ranpo.

“Already Mr. Ultra Deduction,” he grumbled, “what’s the plan?”

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Izuku could admit he felt kind of bad for both Ranpo and Tanizaki, both had non-offensive abilities and Shoto was just going to freeze the whole floor straight away anyways. As the five minutes of planning time ran out, Todoroki immediately went up and frosted the whole building, floors, walls and ceilings, which left him sweating and panting slightly from the large use of his quirk. Izuku waited for the sign that they had been captured and was slightly surprised when the timer continued. He shrugged and ran inside.

“Shoto, you go up! Start from the top and I’ll go in from down here!” He called out as he ran inside, turning around one last time to see Shoto use his ice to raise him to the top. 

The first 7 minutes consisted of the two checking every door and floor, sprinting and running until they met each other in the middle with no sign of either boy. They decided to explore again, this time Midoriya searching up while Shoto searched down. The ice formed by Todoroki made the building freezing, which tired out Midoriya and ice had started to run up Shoto’s arm. 

By minute 13, no sight of either was seen and the two decided to stop and replan.

“Where could they be?” Izuku groaned, hands running through his hair. Shoto shrugged, looking up at the enormous timer. One more minute to go.

“Do you remember what quirks they had?” Shoto asked. Midoriya shook his head, saying that he had only gotten to Dazai and that the brunette had taken up all of his time and questions. 

“Maybe it’s snow related? Or ice? Since his quirk is called “Light Snow”? Maybe he can control ice. Or maybe he can use ice to hide himself!” Midoriya perked up. “One more minute, melt everything Shoto, I’ll go look for them.” He shouted as he was already rushing through the building, so sure his analysis was correct. The cold air calmed down and started to heat up as Shoto melted away the ice, flames gnawing at his skin. But before Midoriya could finish his inspection, the timer buzzed and they lost. Sighing, both boys stopped and went back to the spectator’s room where the camera for the Koritsu students showed a blank view of the top of the building.

“What are you guys looking at? Is the camera broken..” He trailed to silence as just then some sort of Kanji blanket lifted and Ranpo and Tanizaki were sat on top of the bomb, the latter heaving and huffing. When Bakugou saw the duo he laughed at them.

“HA! You got bested by some twink with an illusion quirk!” He snickered as if he could do better. Todoroki opened his mouth to retaliate but the clicking sound of the wheel was heard, ensnaring their attention. No one noticed Ranpo and Jun’ichirou quietly sneaking in and sitting down behind the crowd, shivering from the cold. 

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ROUND TWO: Eijirou/Ashido VS Gin/Michizou

I SPUN A WHEEL FOR THIS I DIDN’T CHOOSE

The two Koritsu students were given silicone knives and some red caution tape as they stood outside the building, this time as the “heroes” instead of the “villains”. Ironic, I know.

( Previous to this round, Gin asked Aizawa what the bomb was made of and he replied with metal, to which Gin was emotionless but Tachihara was whooping in joy. )

“Okay Gin, we’ll go together and when we find the bomb, you know what to do.” He said, smiling at her. She nodded silently in reply, testing the silicone blades. The audience watched confused at what this “plan” could possibly be since they didn’t even discuss anything, just sat and stared at the building plans, silently nodding and pointing at certain parts. 

When the timer started, they bolted in through an open window, their footsteps silent as they quietly but extremely quickly navigated through the building and of course, found the bomb in the last floor and the furthest room. Gin peeked inside and only saw Ashido, meaning that Kirishima had run off somewhere to find them. Or maybe he was waiting for them to bolt in and catch them off guard. Gin picked up a large piece of metal she found and handed it to Tachihara. Using his ability, the ginger forced the metal to look like someone running past as he swung it out the window. Mina shot up when she saw the shadow and whispered to Eijirou, making him run out. 

However, awaiting his leave was Gin who quickly wrapped his mouth first before capturing his hands and legs, tying him up with a small bow. She turned into the room where the bomb was and threw the knife straight at Mina, making her panic and shoot acid at it. Gin rushed in and distracted Mina, jumping and dodging her attacks. Unbeknownst to the alien, her bomb was silently sliding away from behind her and when she noticed it was too late.

“No!” Mina shouted, hands reaching out in an attempt to do something as Tachihara hugged the bomb with his arms and let out a loud laugh. The buzzer went off.

“HERO TEAM WINS.” Gin high-fived Tachihara as they walked out of the building and into the spectator’s room, greeted with whoops and proud smiles. Dazai rushed over and took Gin into a hug, swinging her around and calling her a sweet innocent girl. 

“Girl?!” Mineta screeched, watching the display. Dazai stopped and turned to look at Mineta, his Demon Prodigy glare activated as he unsettled the boy into silence. Gin just smiled, feeling happy. 

“Thank you Dazai-san..” She said, just as the team e walked in, sulking.

“Man, they’re too good!.” Mina moaned, fake-crying into Jirou’s arms, mumbling about super speed and really good reflexes for someone who was supposedly quirkless.

The wheel turned on again and everyone paused, transfixed and curious to see who was going next.

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ROUND THREE: Denki/Hanta VS Ryuunosuke/Atsushi

I SPUN A WHEEL FOR THIS I DIDN’T CHOOSE

According to Bakugou, Midoriya AND Kiribro, they were cooked. Midoriya had said that both Nakajima and Akutagawa were excellent hand-to-hand combat fighters and both were competitive and aggressive. Meaning that Denki and Sero were absolutely done for. Not only did they not know any of their Quirks, Atsushi apparently had really good hearing and night vision. Like what? Talk about unfair.

Sero sighed in defeat as Denki slumped next to him, leaning back on the bomb as they waited for the 5 minute planning time to finish.

“Bro, we’re cooked.” Sero said, turning over to look at Denki who nodded silently.

“I know bro.”

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As soon as the buzzer went off, Denki yelped at the loud noise, which revealed their position to Atsushi and Akutagawa who seemed to teleport up to them. The two offered a mediocre fight at best with Denki getting caught 2 minutes in and Sero lasting a little longer due to his tape which stuck the duo together.

The boy had thought he was safe until some red and black flappy arm thing came out of Akutagawa’s coat and ate the tape, freeing them. This stronger Dark Shadow came at Sero and wrapped him up tight. Like I can’t fricking breath sort of tight. Then they touched the bomb and won. Because of course this embarrassing match finished in like 4 minutes.

The two Yuuei students sighed as whilst they were panting and struggling, the Koritsu duo barely broke a sweat, even going as far as talking about lunch as they walked away.

Most embarrassing loss ever recorded in the history of loss. God did he need a drag. 

They entered the spectator’s room with their heads hung low and their prides crushed, and Denki went into soliloquy mode and began talking about how he contributed (to nothing) and how “despite the ill-fated results that this gruesome battle concocted, in the end the battle was frivolous and our honours are still intact”. Which is a fancy way to say that the battle isn’t a part of their grades and despite the loss, Denki still held onto his fractured pride. 

The wheel went off again, with only two rounds left, and so far? Koritsu High was destroying their asses. 

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ROUND THREE: Tenya/Momo VS Kenji/Kyouka

I SPUN A WHEEL FOR THIS I DIDN’T CHOOSE

Yaoyarozu was slightly unsettled by having to fight kids, because while the rest were 16, these two especially were 14 year old prodigies who were allowed in. Iida had the same mindset, wary of fighting the kids he chose to be the villains so that these children wouldn’t have to go against the two of them in an unfair fight. The little girl, Kyouka was, like Gin, handed a silicone knife, as if she knew what to do with it.

“We’ll go full defense. I don’t want to hurt the young ones.” Iida said. Momo nodded in agreement, she couldn’t believe that the kids had to participate instead of Naomi and Higuchi, even during lessons the children always sat out or trained in a separate room, likely due to the violence in the actual training rooms. But this pairing ensured them a win for Yuuei (finally), so Yaoyarozu was at least a teensy tiny bit grateful. 

Momo covered the open windows and cracks with wood, nailing them onto the walls and then covered the floors with sticky rat traps, save for the spot where she was standing. Iida helped her nail shut the door as he stood outside to defend. The 5 minutes buzzer went off and everything was quiet until a loud crash echoed downstairs, shaking the whole building. Yaoyarozu stumbled around as the building seemed to tilt. 

“Yaoyarozu! The building’s collapsing!” Iida shouted, kicking down the door to let her out before sprinting downstairs, hoping to rescue the kids who were likely stuck inside. In his hurry, Iida ran straight past Kyouka who had cuddled herself into the corner and she ran the way he came and spotted a dizzy Yaoyarozu, stuck in her own traps, tumbling across the floor. Kyouka summoned Demon Snow who helped Momo out of the building gently and Kyouka quickly touched the Bomb before jumping out after her Ability. The round ended in 6 minutes, with Momo being sent to the Recovery girl to remove the sticky rat glue. 

Iida felt thoroughly humiliated as he made it to the bottom and spotted Kenji who was ripping out parts of the building with his bare hands. The young boy waved to Iida, smiling as if he hadn’t just caused the building to crash. Lost for words, he and the blonde made their way up to the spectators room, soon followed by Kyouka who was piggy backing Momo, not wanting her Demon Snow to be seen up close.  

“She’s really light..” Kyouka muttered to Kirishima who offered to take Momo up to Recovery Girl. The red head picked up Momo and looked at Kyouka in surprise, Yaomomo was double Kyouka’s height yet was considered “light”? He shook his head in amusement and left. 

The last round was coming up, the final round of Dazai and Chuuya against Bakugou and Ochako. The students of Yuuei who weren’t a part of the Koritsu High program grinned, believing that maybe this round would be the one they win, but Midoriya and the others shook their heads. Bakugou was extremely wary of Chuuya, and actually afraid of what would happen if he beat up Bandaid Freak. 

Uraraka couldn’t understand the looks, maybe Chuuya was strong but Dazai didn’t seem at all strong, rather he seemed frail and easily defeated. So, not knowing what she was in for, she clapped Bakugou on the back, smiling hopefully at them, confident in their abilities, while Bakugou cursed up a storm at the wheel and his horrible luck.