Megumi knew something was wrong when he heard cheering.
Not the good kind of cheering either. Not the "wow a hero saved us" kind.
The annoying kind.
He rounded the corner toward the front gate and yep, there it was.
Press. Everywhere.
"Dude, are we famous already?" Kaminari's eyes were practically sparkling.
"Obviously," Mina said, flipping her hair. "Look at them. They're feral."
Megumi slowed down with everyone else, automatically checking for threats. Nothing. Just a bunch of people who'd never heard of personal space.
"What's it like learning from All Might?!"
"Tell us about All Might the teacher!"
"What's the Symbol of Peace like in front of a class?!"
Megumi glanced over and spotted the problem immediately. Midoriya was getting hunted.
A reporter zeroed in on him like a shark smelling blood. "Hey! You! Green hair kid! What's it like being trained by the Symbol of Peace himself?!"
Midoriya's mouth opened. Then closed. Opened again. Still nothing. He looked as if his life's biggest secret had been exposed.
"Oh man, he's totally frozen," Kaminari whispered to Sero.
Midoriya took a step back without looking and crashed straight into Megumi.
"Sorry sorry sorry!" Midoriya squeaked, face going red.
Megumi caught him by the shoulder. "You good?"
"I think so? Maybe? Probably not?" Definitely not good.
Megumi leaned in a bit. "You don't have to answer them. Just keep walking."
Midoriya blinked up at him. "Wait, I can do that? Is that allowed?"
"Yeah. They can't sue you for staying quiet."
That seemed to register. Midoriya nodded quickly and started moving again, though he looked like he might pass out.
Unfortunately, Megumi had now been noticed.
A microphone damn near stabbed him in the face. "You're a hero course student, right? What's All Might like as a teacher? Come on, give us something!"
Megumi stopped walking. He really wished they hadn't asked that.
"Loud," Megumi said flatly.
The reporter laughed. "That's it? Come on, give us something more!"
Megumi considered for a second. "He loses track of time a lot. And he over-explains everything. Like, everything. Even when you already get it the first time. He'll go through the same thing three different ways just to make sure."
Megumi thought about All Might yelling encouragement while clearly having an internal crisis about whether he's doing it right.
Then someone from the back shouted, "Hey, aren't you guys scared?! Villains are gonna target U.A. now that All Might's teaching here, right?! How do you feel about that?!"
The mood shifted immediately.
Megumi opened his mouth, but someone beat him to it.
"Move."
Aizawa materialized by the gate like some kind of sleep-deprived ninja, looking like he wanted to personally ban the concept of mornings entirely.
The press scattered like cockroaches when someone turned on a light.
"Press stops here," Aizawa said, voice completely dead. "Students. Inside. Now."
Nobody argued. They ran to through the gates, and the doors slammed shut behind them before the reporters could ask them more questions. The noise cut off so fast Megumi's ears rang from the sudden silence.
Homeroom was somehow worse than the press ambush.
Not because of any immediate danger. But because Aizawa looked actually awake, which was never a good sign for anyone involved.
"Good work with yesterday's battle training." Aizawa said, standing at the front of the class with his sleeping bag conspicuously absent. "I've looked over your grades and evaluations."
The class went quiet immediately.
Bakugo was called out first, which surprised nobody.
"Bakugo," Aizawa said, looking down at whatever notes he'd taken. "Grow up already. Stop wasting your talent.."
Bakugo sat up straighter, jaw clenched, and he glared at his desk like it had personally insulted his entire family. But he didn't argue back, which honestly surprised Megumi more than anything else that had happened today.
"Got it..."
'That's new,' Megumi thought, filing that away for later.
Then Aizawa turned to Midoriya, and Megumi almost felt bad for the guy.
"And yesterday, it seems Midoriya ended another day with a broken arm." Aizawa said.
Midoriya jolted at the sound of his name, his head bowing in shame.
"Learn to control your quirk, because just trying isn't going to cut it." Aizawa said flatly. "I hate repeating myself. But you do have potential, assuming you can overcome this, work at it, Midoriya."
"Yes Sir!"
Aizawa sighed and rubbed his eyes. "The rest of you did fine. Some better than others, but overall, fine." He paused. "Now, onto homeroom business. Sorry for the sudden announcement, but today... "
The entire room exhaled at once.
"You'll pick a class president."
"Oh thank god," Kaminari muttered. "I thought he was going to make us fight each other again."
"Wait, we're doing normal school stuff?" Mina asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
There was exactly one second of peaceful silence.
"I WANNA DO IT!"
"ME TOO!"
"OH HELL YEAH, I'D BE PERFECT!"
The class exploded into chaos. Everyone was shouting over each other, hands shooting up, people already making campaign promises.
Then Iida stood up, and somehow his presence cut through the noise like a knife.
"QUIET DOWN, EVERYONE!" Iida's voice boomed across the classroom. "Leading the many is a task of heavy responsibility...! But ambition does not equate to ability!"
"This sacred office demands the trust of its constituents...! If this is to be a democracy, then I put forward the motion..."
There was a pause.
"That our leader must be chosen by election!!"
"This is just a classroom!! Not Congress!"
"But Ida, we haven't known each other long enough to build any trust." Tsuyu said as counter argument.
"And everyone'll just vote for themselves." Kirishima added onto the fact.
"That's precisely why anyone who manages to earn multiple votes will be the best suited individual for the job!" Ida responded to their concerns.
"WILL YOU ALLOW THIS, SENSEI?!"
Aizawa just grunted. "However you do it, just make it quick."
Papers got passed around. The room filled with the sound of pencils scratching.
Megumi stared at his blank ballot for a solid ten seconds.
'Who would actually be good at this?'
He thought about the battle training. About who had kept their head, who had shown actual leadership qualities.
Yaoyorozu had been calm and tactical. She'd think things through, make smart decisions.
He wrote her name down, folded the paper, and passed it forward.
Aizawa collected them all with the enthusiasm of someone collecting garbage, then counted them out while the class waited in tense silence.
"Alright," Aizawa said. "Class President: Fushiguro Megumi. Five votes."
Megumi's brain stopped working.
"Huh?"
"Vice President is tied," Aizawa continued, voice flat. "Midoriya Izuku and Yaoyorozu Momo both have three votes. Everyone else got one vote."
There was a pause as everyone processed that.
"Um," Midoriya raised his hand hesitantly. "If it's tied, maybe Yaoyorozu should be vice president? She's way more qualified than me and she's really smart and organized and I don't think I'd be very good at it anyway and-"
"Midoriya," Yaoyorozu interrupted gently. "You don't have to-"
"No, really!" Midoriya insisted, face red. "You'd be better at it! I'm sure!"
Aizawa looked at them both with the expression of someone who had given up on life. "Fine. Yaoyorozu is vice president. Moving on."
"I voted for you!" Mina said cheerfully to Megumi.
"Same," Kaminari added. "You look like you'd be a chill class president."
Kirishima nodded. "Plus, you're crazy strong."
"You're reliable," Sato said simply.
Megumi stared at them. "I didn't even vote for myself."
"That's why we voted for you," Mina replied. "We know you wouldn't."
"I don't want to be class president," Megumi said flatly.
"Too late," Aizawa said, already standing up. "Figure it out. Class dismissed."
Megumi sank back into his chair, staring at the ceiling.
'Class president. I'm class president.'
'Why me?'
The morning classes passed in a blur. History, Math, English with Present Mic who was exactly as loud as always. Megumi went through the motions, but his mind was elsewhere.
By lunch, he still hadn't processed it.
He grabbed his tray and found himself at a table with Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, Jiro, and Yaoyorozu.
"So, Mr. President," Mina grinned, leaning forward. "How does it feel?"
"Like a mistake," Megumi replied, stabbing at his rice with more force than necessary.
"Ooh, he's still salty about it!" Kaminari laughed. "Dude, you've been brooding all morning!"
"I haven't been brooding," Megumi said.
"You've definitely been brooding," Jiro corrected. "I sit in front of you. For a second, I thought you were glaring at me but you were glaring at your textbook like it personally offended you."
"The textbook was fine," Megumi muttered. "Unlike some people who voted for me without asking."
"Why would we ask?" Mina said cheerfully. "That defeats the whole purpose of voting!"
"You could have warned me at least," Megumi said, and he knew he was being petty, but he didn't care.
Kirishima laughed, nearly choking on his food. "Dude, would that have changed anything? You would've just told us not to vote for you!"
"Exactly," Megumi replied. "Which would have been the smart thing to do."
"But then we wouldn't have gotten to see you make this face," Kaminari said, doing an exaggerated impression of Megumi's earlier shock. "That was priceless!"
"I didn't make a face," Megumi protested.
"You absolutely made a face," Yaoyorozu said, and there was amusement in her voice. "It was quite expressive, actually."
"I hate all of you," Megumi said.
"No you don't," Mina said, grinning wider. "You're just grumpy because you have to actually talk to everybody now. As president!"
"I'm vice president," Yaoyorozu reminded her gently.
"Right, but Megumi's the one who has to lead! Which means talking! In front of the class!"
Megumi's chopsticks stopped halfway to his mouth. "What?"
"Oh yeah," Kaminari said, eyes lighting up with mischief. "Class presidents have to make announcements and stuff. In front of everyone. You didn't know that?"
"No one told me that," Megumi said slowly.
"That's like, the main thing presidents do," Jiro added, and she was definitely trying not to smile. "Public speaking. Representing the class. Being the voice of 1-A."
Megumi put his chopsticks down and stared at his tray. "I'm going to resign."
"You can't resign on day one!" Kirishima protested, laughing. "That's not manly at all!"
"Watch me," Megumi replied.
"Come on, you'll be great at it!" Mina said, reaching over to pat his shoulder. "You just need to loosen up a bit! Maybe smile more!"
"I smile," Megumi said.
"When?" Kaminari asked. "Because I've been in class with you for three days and I've never seen it."
"I smiled yesterday at the arcade," Megumi said defensively.
"Smirking doesn't count," Jiro said.
"That wasn't a smirk, it was a smile."
"It was definitely a smirk," Yaoyorozu said apologetically. "A very small one, but still a smirk."
Megumi looked around the table at all of them, realized they were all ganging up on him, and felt something unexpected.
"You're all terrible," he said, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward despite himself.
"There it is!" Mina pointed triumphantly. "That's almost a smile! We're making progress!"
"I'm regretting this conversation," Megumi said.
"Too late, you're stuck with us now," Kaminari replied. "That's what happens when you become class president. We're your responsibility!"
"That's not how that works," Megumi said.
"It totally is," Mina insisted. "Right, Yaoyorozu?"
Yaoyorozu considered for a moment. "Well, technically the class president is meant to represent and support the entire class, so in a way-"
"Don't encourage them," Megumi interrupted.
"Sorry," Yaoyorozu said, but she was smiling now too.
"This is bullying," Megumi declared. "As future heroes this is the last thing you should be doing."
"We prefer the term 'friendly encouragement,'" Kirishima said with a grin.
"You voted for me specifically to torture me, didn't you?" Megumi asked, looking at each of them in turn.
"Maybe a little," Kaminari admitted.
"Mostly we voted for you because you're actually competent," Jiro said. "The torture is just a bonus."
"How reassuring," Megumi said dryly.
"Look on the bright side," Mina said, still grinning. "At least you get to work with Yaoyorozu!"
"I have complete faith in Fushiguro's abilities," Yaoyorozu said diplomatically. "I'm sure we'll work well together."
"See? She believes in you!" Kirishima said. "Even if you are holding a grudge about the whole voting thing."
"I'm not holding a grudge," Megumi said.
"You're totally holding a grudge," Kaminari replied. "It's written all over your face."
"My face is fine," Megumi protested.
Megumi picked up his drink, took a sip, and decided he was going to let them win this one. Mostly because arguing was pointless, but also because somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized he didn't actually mind this.
The teasing. The banter. The casual way they included him in their group.
It was... nice.
It reminded him of being with Tsumiki.
"Fine," Megumi said finally. "I'll be class president. But if any of you make me regret it more than I already do, you won't be able to get away."
"Deal!" Mina said immediately.
"Worth it," Kaminari added.
"This is going to be entertaining to watch," Jiro said.
Kirishima raised his drink. "To our reluctant president! May he survive the experience!"
"I hate you all," Megumi repeated, but this time there was definitely something that could almost be called a smile on his face.
"No you don't," Mina said again, and this time Megumi didn't argue.
Then the alarm went off.
Not the normal lunch bell. A loud, blaring, shrieking alarm that made everyone's heads snap up.
"Security Level 3 has been broken."
"All students. Please evacuate in an orderly fashion."
The cafeteria froze for half a second.
Then it exploded into chaos.
Students bolted for the exits. Chairs screeched. Trays crashed. Someone screamed. Someone else activated their quirk by accident.
"A level three security breach?!" Yaoyorozu shouted.
The crowd was too thick, too panicked. Megumi got shoved left, then right, nearly lost his balance.
'This is bad.'
He could see the windows from here. Saw the press outside the gates, inside the grounds now.
'It's just reporters. But no one's noticing.'
The crowd surged again, and Megumi made a decision.
His shadow rippled beneath him, and he sank into it, the darkness swallowing him whole. The noise and chaos disappeared as he moved through the shadow-space, emerging near the wall, away from the stampede.
From his new vantage point, he could see everything clearly. The panicking students, people falling, getting trampled.
And then he saw Ida.
Ida was stuck in the crowd, but his expression was different. Focused. Determined.
He looked up at the emergency exit sign, and his engines flared to life.
Using Uraraka's quirk to help him, Iida launched himself upward, landing on top of the exit sign, above the crowd.
"EVERYONE!" Ida's voice cut through the chaos. "EVERYTHING'S FINE!"
People stopped. Looked up.
"It's just the press! There's nothing to be panic about. We're fine! This is U.A.!! Behave in a way befitting this great institution!"
The panic broke like a fever.
Students started forming lines. People helped those who'd fallen.
Megumi watched from his position by the wall, genuinely impressed. Before he could even act, Ida had already resolved the issue.
Iida dropped down and immediately started directing traffic, and people listened.
After everything calmed down, after the teachers confirmed it was just the press and a security breach, the class gathered back in the classroom.
"Ida, you should be class president," Megumi said, and everyone turned to look at him. "I'm stepping down. Iida, you want the position?"
Iida looked genuinely shocked. "But you were elected-"
"And now I'm choosing someone better suited for it," Megumi interrupted. "You proved you have the ability to establish your authority in such a situation and can act quickly on it."
"Aizawa-sensei, is this fine?" Ida asked the caterpillar behind Megumi and Momo.
Aizawa just grunted. "Fine. Whatever. Stop bothering me about it."
Iida looked between them, then straightened up. "Then I accept. I will not let this class down."
The rest of the day continued, and by the time classes ended, Megumi felt exhausted.
He found himself in one of the training gyms, not for training, just because he needed to think.
He summoned his Divine Dog, Shiro, and it materialized beside him.
"Good boy," Megumi said quietly, running a hand through its fur.
The dog was solid under his touch, warm and real. But it wasn't alive. Not truly. It was a construct, made from his shadows, stored in that dark space that was somehow part of him.
'When I first made you,' Megumi thought, watching the dog tilt its head, 'I didn't really understand what I was doing. I just knew I could pull things from my shadow. Shape them. Give them form.'
He dismissed Shiro and summoned both. They materialized, circling each other, white and black, perfect mirrors except for color.
'But they're not just summons. They're part of me. Extensions of my quirk, like the shadows themselves.'
He'd been able to enter his shadows during the combat trials, move through that dark space. And he'd been storing his shikigami there ever since he first created them.
'So if the shadows can hold me, hold them, and potentially hold support items...'
Megumi stared at his hands, then at the Divine Dogs.
'What else can they do? If they're constructs I made, stored in my shadow, then theoretically...'
He reached out toward the white dog, and for a moment, he felt something. A connection. Not just the usual feeling when he summoned or sent them away, but something deeper. Like he could feel the shadow that made up its form, could sense the way it was constructed.
'Could I change them? Modify them? If they're just shadow constructs I created, then shouldn't I be able to...'
The white dog's form flickered slightly, and Megumi pulled his hand back, suddenly uncertain.
'Not yet,' he thought. 'I don't know enough. If I mess this up, I could destroy what I've already built.'
But the possibility was there. He could feel it.
He dismissed both dogs, watching them dissolve back into shadows, back into that space that was somehow both separate from him and intrinsically part of him.
'Next time,' Megumi thought. 'Next time I'll try something. See what happens when I actually push it.'
'For now, I have to go see Tsumiki.'
His shadow rippled beneath him, responding to his thoughts, and for just a moment, Megumi could have sworn he felt something else moving in that darkness.
Something waiting to be shaped.
Something new.
The next day came quickly.
"Now for today's basic hero training," Aizawa announced. "This time, All Might, Myself, and one other staff member will supervise."
"Preparing you for disaster relief, from fires to floods." Aizawa said holding up a card that said 'RESCUE'.
"IT'S RESCUE TRAINING!" someone shouted excitedly.
The class immediately perked up, excited energy filling the room.
"Rescue, huh... Sounds like another rough day." Kaminari said with a sigh.
"Right!" Mina said in agreement.
"Come on, this is what being a hero is all about!! I'm pumped!! Right, Fushiguro?!"
"He's right, this is what you should be excited for. You better be ready to learn because this is what you're gonna do for your whole career." Megumi replied.
"Hey. I'm not done." Aizawa said while glaring at the whole class for interrupting him.
"It's up to each of you whether or not you wear your costumes. As some of them are ill-suited to this sort of activity." Aizawa continued. "The training site is a bit remote, so we'll be going by bus. That's all, get ready."
Megumi chose his costume. The dark jacket and pants were practical, flexible, and wouldn't restrict his movements. Plus, it seemed to help when using his new shadow ability.
Twenty minutes later, they were boarding the bus.
Iida tried to organize everyone into neat lines, but the bus's interior layout immediately ruined his careful planning.
"My organizational system..." Iida looked devastated.
"It's okay, man," Kirishima said, patting his shoulder.
They piled on, and conversations started immediately.
"I generally say what's on my mind, Midoriya." Asui said suddenly, her finger on her chin in that thoughtful way she had.
"Oh?! What is it, Asui?"
"Call me Tsuyu."
"Your quirk resembles All Might's." Tsuyu said as she turned to look at Midoriya.
The bus went quiet for a second.
Midoriya's face went pale, then red, then pale again. "W-what?! No! I mean, maybe? I don't i-it's not I-i mean-"
'He's panicking,' Megumi observed, watching Midoriya spiral. 'Badly.'
"Now that you mention it," Kaminari said, leaning forward with interest, "they both do that super strength thing with the wind pressure..."
"Plus, the way you yelled 'Smash' during the combat trials," Sero added. "That was pretty All Might-esque."
"It's not I-i mean..." Midoriya was turning increasingly red, waving his hands frantically. "It's completely different! Totally different! My quirk is-"
"Wait, but All Might doesn't get hurt when he uses his quirk," Kirishima interrupted, and Megumi saw Midoriya relax slightly. "They're already different in that way. I mean, Midoriya breaks his fingers like they're made of glass. All Might punches buildings and he's fine."
"Still, your quirk is really cool, Midoriya," Kirishima continued, smiling. "Way cooler than mine. All I can do is harden. That's it. Nothing flashy or interesting."
"What are you talking about?" Megumi said, and everyone turned to look at him. "Your quirk is plenty good."
Kirishima blinked, looking surprised. "Really?"
"Defense is just as important as offense," Megumi continued. "Maybe more important. You can take hits that would put other people in the hospital. That's valuable in any situation."
'Plus,' Megumi thought but didn't say, 'a quirk that lets you tank damage means you can protect others. That's worth more than flashy power.'
"See?" Mina said, grinning at Kirishima. "Even Megumi thinks your quirk is manly!"
"I didn't say manly," Megumi corrected. "I said good."
"Same thing!" Kirishima said, his whole face lighting up. "Thanks, man! That's super manly of you to say!"
"That's not..." Megumi started, then gave up. "Never mind."
But he'd noticed something during the exchange. The way Midoriya had panicked when Tsuyu brought up the similarity to All Might. The way he'd been desperately trying to deny it before Kirishima had unintentionally saved him.
'There's something there,' Megumi thought, filing it away. 'Something he's hiding about his quirk.'
Not that it was his business.
"So, who do you think would make a popular hero based on quirks alone?" Tsuyu asked, moving the conversation along. "I'd say Todoroki and Bakugo. Their powers are flashy and powerful. People like that kind of thing."
Bakugo looked up from where he'd been glaring out the window, smirking. "Damn right they do."
"But your personality would absolutely ruin it," Tsuyu added without missing a beat. "You'd scare civilians. You're too aggressive and confrontational."
Bakugo's smirk vanished instantly. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
"See?" Tsuyu said calmly, pointing at him. "That right there. That's what I mean."
Several people were trying not to laugh. Kaminari wasn't even trying, just full-on cackling.
"She's got a point, man," Kirishima said, trying to hide his grin behind his hand.
"I'D BE A GREAT HERO!" Bakugo shouted.
"A great hero, yes," Tsuyu agreed easily. "But not a popular one. There's a difference."
"What about Fushiguro?" Mina asked, turning to look at Megumi. "Your quirk is super cool and mysterious! You summon these shadow creatures! People love mystery vibes! Like Edgeshot"
"Can we not do this?" Megumi said flatly.
"Too late," Kaminari grinned. "You're getting analyzed now."
"Plus, you've got that whole quiet, serious thing going on," Mina continued. "People love those types of heroes."
"I'm not mysterious," Megumi said.
"That's exactly what a mysterious person would say," Kaminari replied.
"What about you, Megumi?" Jiro asked. "Do you think your quirk is cool?"
"It's functional," Megumi replied. "That's all that matters."
"So modest," Mina said, shaking her head. "You literally summon shadow creatures and you're like 'it's functional.'"
"Because it is," Megumi said.
"Do you ever have fun?" Kaminari asked.
"Define fun," Megumi replied.
"See?" Kaminari turned to the others. "He doesn't even know what fun is!"
"I know what fun is," Megumi said. "This conversation isn't it."
The conversation continued bouncing around, discussing quirks and hero potential and popularity.
The bus ride continued like that, full of chatter and occasional arguments (mostly from Bakugo), until they finally pulled up to their destination.
The building was massive, easily big enough to hold multiple city blocks inside.
"Whoa," Kirishima breathed.
"Is this Universal Studios Japan?!" Kaminari yelled out as he froze after walking in.
"Don't be an idiot." Megumi said as he walked past him.
"There's the flood zone. Landslide zone. Conflagration zone. ETC. Everyday disaster and accident you can imagine. I built this facility myself. I call it..."
"The Unforeseen Simulation Joint" Thirteen said as she appeared in front of the class.
"IT'S THIRTEEN!" several students shouted.
While everybody was still caught up in the realization that Thirteen was a teacher at U.A., Megumi was paying attention to the two teacher's conversation.
He couldn't hear the whole conversation, but he caught fragments.
"...All Might."
"...already used up his time."
"...should we postpone."
'All Might isn't here,' Megumi realized, watching their expressions. 'He was supposed to be one of the three instructors, but something happened.'
"So be it. Let's get started." Aizawa said with exasperated tone.
"Before we do, I have one or two points. Or three. Or four." Thirteen said as they turned to the class.
"As I'm sure many of you are aware... My quirk is called Black Hole. It can suck anything and tear apart anything."
"And you've used it to save people in all sorts of disasters!" Midoriya said, stars in his eyes with Uraraka shaking excitement next to him.
"Indeed." Thirteen interrupted with a solemn tone. "However, my power could easily kill. I've no doubt there are some of you with similar abilities."
The mood shifted slightly. People were listening more carefully now.
"In our superpowered society, the use of quirks is heavily restricted and monitored. It may seem that this system is a stable one." Thirteen continued. "But we must never forget that it only takes one wrong move with an uncontrollable quirk for people to die."
The weight of those words settled over the class.
"Through All Might's battle training, you experienced the danger your respective quirk can pose to others." Thirteen said. "This class will show you a new perspective! You will learn how to utilize your quirks to save lives. Your powers are not meant to inflict harm. I hope you leave here today with the understanding that you're meant to help people."
"That is all! I thank you for listening!"
"Thirteen's awesome!"
"BRAVO! BRAAAVO!!"
It was a powerful speech, hitting all the right notes. Megumi could see it resonating with people like Midoriya and Iida who took this kind of thing seriously. Even Bakugo looked like he was actually listening instead of just waiting for his turn to explode something.
But Megumi couldn't shake that feeling of wrongness from Aizawa and Thirteen's conversation.
He looked around the USJ, at the different zones, at the entrance behind them, at Aizawa who was still standing slightly apart with that serious expression.
'Something's coming,' Megumi thought. 'I can feel it. Something deep inside me, it's warning me.'
And then, as if the universe was answering his concern, the air shimmered.
A dark portal materialized in the center of the USJ, growing larger.
Then came the figure wearing a hand across his face like a mask.
"HUDDLE UP AND DON'T MOVE!"
Then came the figure wearing a hand across his face like a mask.
Then the mist villain.
"THIRTEEN!! Protect the Students!"
Then dozens more, pouring through like a flood.
"Is this part of training?" someone started.
"What the heck's that?! More battle robots? Like during the entrance exam?"
"DON'T MOVE. THOSE ARE..." Aizawa said, voice deadly serious. "VILLAINS!!"
The class finally understood. This wasn't a drill.
The word hit like a punch.
Villains. Real ones. Here. Now.
Aizawa's capture weapon shot out from his shoulders, his goggles snapping into place over his eyes as his hair lifted.
The mass of purple mist that first appeared formed into a more defined shape, a body made of shadows with glowing yellow eyes. "Thirteen... And Eraserhead, is it..? According to the staff schedule I received the other day All might is supposed to be here."
'They caused the breach from yesterday..!'
At the center of the growing crowd of villains, the figure with the hand on his face looked around the USJ with visible confusion.
"Where is he..?" the figure asked, voice raspy scratching at his neck. "We've come all this way. And brought so many playmates. All Might... They Symbol of Peace... Is he here?"
The hand-faced man stopped scratching. Turned to look at the students, who were still frozen at the entrance.
And then he smiled. At least, Megumi thought he smiled. It was hard to tell with the hand covering his face.
"Well," Shigaraki said, voice taking on a different tone, something eager, something wrong. "I wonder if some dead kids will bring him here?"