There's a sudden influx of women? Oh look, another Tomboy, does the School Administration have a fetish? Then again, Mrs. Todoroki had short hair before Endeavor married her. Kyoya let his intrusive thoughts in course, knowing that there's a 1B vs 2A's finest students.

"Everyone, I'm sure we can take our Senpais in a fight. Don't try to stop me Akira! I will fight them right now! No...that's boring." He went over to Jun's desk and bang his hand at her desk, sat on her desk with him directly having a close look at Jun.

"Oh I didn't know you went from blackhaired to whatever shade of brown dye that is? That's a good look, but you... me, here, now, FIGHT ME!

Akira Yuzuki

---

'Last week putting it in the gentlest of words could have gone better.' was the thought in Akira's head as he lay at the hospital bed. It wasn't that bad considering that he's with Mei the entire time.

And seeing Erza drop the 'tough knight' act if only for a few moments is nice bonus and he was really thankful for their help organizing the Hawkspad inventory. Why nobody else thought of storing emergency supplies inside is a mystery to him.

"Oh Akira, the class rosters got shuffled and I think I need to warn you about Kagiri. She's not bad but she's quite a character."

---

Akira took a deep breath as he listened to the instructor's message. If he had the choice, he would try dragging her into the classroom. Not only because they need the teacher but for her safety.

Because four times out of five, they got killed when they are outside of their teaching duty.

Unfortunately she's an important part of the underground heroics and it appears she cannot afford to give ground.

Akira's eyes turned to Kyoya as he recalls Mei's warning. She's worried for nothing, with classmates like this accepting Kagiri is like throwing a lit torch on a burning house; there is nothing more to burn.

Waving his hand a small barrier appeared Kyoya's face. "What did I say about getting into fights? That's right proper venue."

Akira then turned to the students of Class 2A and everyone who saw Kyoya's attitude for the first time. "Don't worry much about him, he loves picking fights with everyone."

"The Professor didn't really give me any details about the Joint Training Exercise, so any details on how will this work is appreciated."

---

Ueno Haru

Last week was a disaster, Haru couldn't help but quietly groan as he thought about, well, everything that happened. First of all, there was a huge Nomu attack; while Haru had melted the brains of several of those flesh golems, civilian casualties were still unacceptably high; hell, even just one is unacceptable in his mind. To make matters even worse, it turns out that the yakuza had their slimy little hands in the villain scene! All Might had singlehandedly obliterated the organised crime scene years ago, with the yakuza laying low and foreign syndicates like the Triad too afraid to approach. As such, the fact that the yakuza had even been bold enough to directly engage heroes came as a surprise. It was also a shock that the mayor was a Yakuza. Or that… lady Yakuza seemed to be weirdly interested in Haru.

He couldn't help but shudder at the thought and memory. It was honestly terrifying. The witch (Haru couldn't remember her name, if she ever gave it) gave him the most perfect illusions of a better life.

Anyway, there's at least going to be a field trip to Otheon. As the homeroom teacher mentioned that, Haru pulled out a notebook and began scribbling out good vacation spots in Otheon. Crater Lake and the Overcity of Kessel were some good places. Salanaga was nice, too, but it's renowned more as a destination for couples. Who is he going to go with there? It's not like there's anyone… though some would tease him with Hinata.

"Everyone, I'm sure we can take our Senpais in a fight. Don't try to stop me Akira! I will fight them right now! No...that's boring." He went over to Jun's desk and bang his hand at her desk, sat on her desk with him directly having a close look at Jun.

"Oh I didn't know you went from blackhaired to whatever shade of brown dye that is? That's a good look, but you... me, here, now, FIGHT ME!

As soon as Kyoya decided to pick a fight, Haru could already feel several blood vessels in his head snap. “Kyoya-kun,” Haru followed him and took hold of his wrists, trying to drag him away from Jun’s desk. “Akira is right, this is not the time to taunt our classmates or, worse, the Furious Five! Come, I'll get you some sake- err, some nice canteen food. I have you answered for the month, remember?”

He then peered over at Jun. “Sometimes,” he began, not bothering to keep it down, “I think he's Mirko’s secret love child because of how much of a fight magnet he is!”

---

Tokoyami Izanagi

Akira then turned to the students of Class 2A and everyone who saw Kyoya's attitude for the first time. "Don't worry much about him, he loves picking fights with everyone."

"The Professor didn't really give me any details about the Joint Training Exercise, so any details on how will this work is appreciated."

“This is what someone I know would call a 'mad banquet of darkness,' but I see that someone in this class has manners.” Tokoyami Izanagi, ths one heteromorph in the aptly named Furious Five, stood up. It wasn't as easy for him to make facial expressions, as he had a rather rigid beak, but he could still emote somewhat. He smiled back at Akira, though for most people, it would just look like he was bearing the sharp teeth within his beak. “While I would certainly love to tell you the manner by which the Joint Training Sesh will work, I am afraid you'll know when you get there.” There was a mischievous glint in his purple eyes for a second. “But don't fret! It's nothing too complicated. Just know that it involves chains and cages.”

That may or may not be true, but Izanagi was really one for mischief.

Well, wasn’t that interesting. Jun had been busy enough during the fight, evacuating buildings and the like before they were demolished by Nomus and the others trying to fight back, but had gotten filled in on what the heck had gone on in the days after. The mayor being a villains…well, it was bad enough, but not the absolute end of the world.

They were getting a “joint training exercise” with 2A, though…that could really mean anything as far as Jun thought. It could be a competition, to try and bring out the competitive spirit between the classes. It could be a tournament, to try and test their skills so far. It could be a simple pairing-up, to have 2A teach them what they’d learned before and so test how well they actually understood the information. Whatever it was, though, Jun was pretty well sure it would be tiring, testing. There was a field trip, too, to Otheon. She’d never been there, but it’d be interesting to see the differences in how they did Hero work, how they organized it, how effective their methods were. Fingers tapped against the desk in contemplation.

New students, too, that was the other thing. The Todoroki Siblings and Mischa Belic. Jun’s eyes scanned over the pair, Endeavor’s relatives who didn’t seem to carry the same sort of absolute fire nonsense as him, sucking her lip briefly. Naito would be interesting to train against, the sort of bare-knuckle fight that’d let her test her own training regimens, while Hinata would maybe be alright to talk to. Maybe. They’d both been to America, so doubtless they’d be sorta loud. As for Belic…well, she wasn’t Japanese, that much was obvious. What did that name sound like it was from? Jun wasn’t really too sure. She’d be different, though.

Oh, and Amaya had been elected as class president. Thank god. She’d had to have to try and wrangle together the idiots, no matter how effective they were at fighting Nomu.

Speaking of idiots, then one came over. Jun stared at Kyoya as they approached, stared as he smacked her desk with his hand, stared as he got onto her desk. What sort of nonsense…


“Get your butt off my desk, Kyoya. If I wanted to fight children I’d go to the elementary school,” Jun replied, mouth wry at the undercut joke. Another came up, Akira, apologizing and such as a little smile appeared on her face. She could feel that other quirk come up between them, a small little wall that’d likely interfere with her own talents if ever there felt a need to use them.


She nodded in thanks, smile still on her face, before Haru piped-in. Jun turned to him, the comment making her chuckle aloud.

Izanagi replied to one question on the training session, though. Chains and cages. Well, that answered her initial contemplation, seemed like it would be something aimed more at a competition or a test. Darn.

Red eyes peaked out through messy bangs as Shirakawa Kagari stared unblinkingly at the five strangers in the classroom. She shouldn't have come in today. A set of five senior students was interesting in one way or the other, but their sheer presence seemed to have triggered the resident violence-clown in the class to start grand-standing and showing off his merit...by flopping onto a classmate's desk as if it were a toilet seat and trying to pick a fight. Ugh, and here she was, thinking that people with Emulation quirks had more than just two braincells to rub together in their cranium of theirs. Or maybe Kyoya was extra snappy today because one of the seniors was another 'quirk-that-copies-other-quirks' type of person? Her eyes narrowed further upon that grape-flavored-popsicle-looking Yaoyorozu guy. She could already feel how absolutely insufferable it'd be with copycats trying to one-up each other on how much homework they could copy off of everyone else.

Then, Kagari turned her thoughts inwards.

She was probably just upset really, about missing out on perhaps an actually perfect opportunity for a live combat trial of Dantalion v0.5b. While her ass was grounded in the dorms, stuck in the limbo between suspension and class transfer bureaucracy, others had free reign to go kick ass and further lobotomize Noumu in the name of heroism. And then, the very next day, she came to class (willingly, she may add), excited for opportunities of more opportunistic happenings...only to be stuck with regular coursework, regular training, and a homeroom teacher that couldn't be bothered to show up in person even when they forced the entire class to be there in the room. The unpleasant nerd closed her eyes, letting out a seething sigh as she fantasized about turning the school into a mecha and launching towards the skies, before powerbombing a mountainside.

"Guehuehuehue..."

And then the ensuing impact and landslide would uncover an underground monstrosity, rising up from the depths of the earth. With six limbs, each that fired a different elemental beam, and spiky, crystalline growths that caused a dissonant sonic blast with ehac movement, it would see the Guardian of Education as a true foe, a true rival to be torn apart before its conquest of Japan could begin in earnest. The clash of present day and history! Of modern materials and ancient grudge! Of an overbearing bureaucratic institution and the unreasonable animalistic rage of an unfettered beast! Most excellent!

With each delusional idea, Kagari hunched forwards upon her desk, her hands tenting together and masking her eyes as she envisioned Nuclear Fission Fists and Mountain-Crushing Pile Bunkers...at least until a new message cut into her vision and instantly brought her into a better mood.

"Fuck yeah, Top 11 Wash! What a GOAT!"

Unlike that fraud Creati, who dropped out and became a secretary before even getting past Top 30 (Kagari was still mad about that), the Washing Machine Hero would never stop, never disappoint, and never leave a stain of villainy unscrubbed!

---

Reiji sighed as the hologram disappeared with little to no fanfare, 'dumping'—in her own words—Class 1B to their senpais of 2A, one of those being himself.

He had just gone back from Deika City, and it looked as if he would be departing again. This time, on a field trip to Ortheon. Mostly to help with the training for the 1B students, he assumed. He was the Male Class Representative for 2A, so he was used to helping out the teachers running errands and whatnot.

Not that he minded. It was only fair, frankly. Being a class rep looked good on his CV since it was well-known in the hero field that hero aspirants tended to have strong...personality, to say the least. And thus, actually functioning as a class rep, corralling those strong personalities together, needed some leadership skills and aptitude for coordinating a team. Furthermore, it gave him the chance to network since some of the errands he helped run occasionally took him to Pro Hero offices or other professionals in the field. Despite the hype surrounding 'solo' heroes such as Mirko, the truth was in the hero profession, networking was essential, and even when they want to project a 'solo' persona, they usually have staff in their office that handles relations with other stakeholders.

Well, at least this trip would be to a hotspot tourist spot of Otheon, the famous island that was raised from the sea by a Quirk User. Provided everything went well, it would be a nice change of pace after Deika City. He was interning with the Teknus Agency under Ironman, and thus, he was tied up helping the agency deal with an incident involving the villain Doom Reaper, who had attempted to use Ironman's inventions for a wide-scale city assault in Deika City. Ultimately, though they managed to contain the situation, Doom Reaper continued to elude capture, but that was probably only a matter of time. Though it must have been humiliating for someone with an intelligence enhancement quirk to be outsmarted by a quirkless guy in armour.

Thanks to that, he had missed out on that whole debacle involving Nomu and Class 1B. But he had heard the gist of it from his fellow class president.

"Would you like for me to look up notable spots in Otheon, Master?" a voice chimes in from his watch. Prisma, one of the few AI in the world running on photon-based computers, developed by the Teknus Agency with his contribution.

"Sure. Thank you, Prisma," Reiji replied.

At least she didn't actually use the holographic projection function, it'd make him lose the respect of his underclassman fast, probably, if the—in his opinion—cringe moniker 'Furious Five' didn't already. It'd make it less weird to be called master when it was just a disembodied voice of an AI. It was another thing when it came from a projected holographic image of a blue-haired anime girl. For some reason, Ironman, aka Yotsubashi Tomasu—Actually, he knew exactly why, it was his idea of a joke to embarrass him—had decided to make his AI one of those '2d Waifu'.

Seeing Tokoyami already started one of his chuuni rants, Reiji decided to step in. He stepped up before addressing the 1B students, "I believe this is the first time we've met? I'm Akizuki Reiji, the Male Class President for 2A. Hero Name, the Lightmoulding Hero: Magitecher. I was tied up with my internship responsibilities with Teknus Agency during that whole debacle you all experienced. But I've heard good things. It's good to meet you all. As for questions regarding the field trip, this came somewhat suddenly for us, too, so as Tokoyami said, we're not sure how much we can, or are allowed to tell you. After all, being thrown into an unfamiliar environment unprepared is also par the course for hero work. But I'll make sure to confirm with Yatagarasu-sensei or the other instructors later."

---

---

Ace had been, quite cleverly he thought, hidden behind the professor's hologram during the announcements- leaning back at that long vacant desk, legs kicked up and crossed atop its edge. It was all about entrances, after all, and if the professor wasn't going to use his desk, then somebody certainly had to! The fox was more pretty, than handsome- at least, so long as one could get past his mutant nature. Androgynous in the extreme, his style was little help, riding the line enough to leave people guessing at his gender. He was quietly taking a file to his nails, carefully maintaining the points they naturally grew to, and glanced up only briefly when the hologram dispersed to favor the classroom with a smile. Despite the toothy nature of a vulpine face, he managed to make it seem pretty, wiggling his fingers in the semblance of a wave before he returned his attention to the task at hand.

Despite his apparently keep interest in nail care, he kept an ear pivoted towards the rest of the class, trying to get a feel for this supposedly wild bunch. Spending time in the States had been a good move, he knew, but it had certainly left him out of the loop here, and what he'd caught up on so far painted the picture of a chaotic, trouble prone group of misfits. Which, he supposed, was par for the course for a hero course, but they could at least stand to be less blatant about it... He found himself rolling his eyes at the antics of Kyoya, all too familiar with that type, and peering warily towards Kagari soon after. The little giggle sounded positively menacing- Just what was she daydreaming about? He'd heard less sinister laughs from actual villains!

Then, the contributions of his own yearmates. He loosed a soft, breathy laugh as Reiji's introduction came to a close, looking up through his lashes at the lot of them, brilliant green gaze sweeping across them each in turn.

"What Reiji means to say is he's heard a lot, and he's choosing only to listen to the good bits~. You all gathered quite a reputation while we were away, you know. I'm still sorting through all the gossip. Oh, and, don't mind Izanagi too much. The only chains and cages he knows about are stashed in his room, where he thinks I won't find them~. The field trip was only sprung on us a few minutes before it was on you all, so don't get your hopes up too high on questions. So far as the training exercise goes, we'll be feeling you all out in our own ways. Some of us are a little more prone to tests of strength than others, so get stretching, hmn? Personally, I just plan to get to know you all a little, do a bit of.... Digging~."

He grinned, playfully menacing, as he pressed a nail to his temple- The implications of his tone somehow riding the line between flirtatious and deeply disconcerting. Was he planning to dig through their heads? Just seeing who of them was made uncomfortable by the thought alone?

"Now, if that covers all the baseline questions, let me get some introductions from you all. I know your names, but I don't know the faces to put them with, yet. At least, not most of you. I, for one, am Akai Jace. You can call me Ace, or Vulpes if we're in costume. I just got back from Stateside, so I'll need whichever one of you is the local gossip hound to catch me up on all the good tea after class. Knowledge is power, and all- and the little things come in handy as much as the big things."

MATSURU YAOYOROZU

"Oh shit... Here we go again."

This felt almost like a severe case of deja vu. Leaning on the back wall of the class, head buried in book, Matsuru couldn't help but feel a weird sense of nostalgia. What was only a short amount of time ago, though felt like lifetimes, Matsuru was being first introduced to the new wave of first years in Class 1B. He sighs as he remembers how that day went... Thinking back on how he threw a book at Yusuke, he came to the conclusion that it could have definitely gone better.

Now, here they are all back. For better or for worse. In his hands was a collection of short stories about Yuuki-Onna. Not his preferred choice of reading, but he wanted to get to know more about the mythos. A small purple hue emanated from his eyes. Not enough to be obvious, but just enough to be noticeable. His quirk, Judgement Gaze, was active. Both in a way to read faster, but also to observe his surroundings while he reads.

There were still some familiar faces around him. Haru, Jun, and Akira just to name a few. He wanted to approach them, to speak about what happened in Shibuya. To share the truth, that he had once encountered Keyaru... How many of them knew about the first time the public encountered a Nomu? As much as his body yearned to confide in his teammates, he kept it to himself. "No, it's not a good time now... We just got back from an intense battle. Best save it for a later time." He thought to himself.

The announcement of the new female class rep and her outburst was largely ignored by Matsuru. It's rhetoric he's heard a thousand times. In truth, he can barely even think about the supposed mock battle between his old class, 2A, and his new peers, 1B. His mind is still occupied with more important matters. He woke to news that his father's, Norma Yaoyorozu, was planning a company conference in Otheon. Only than to learn that his class was going there for a trip... He didn't like his Hero Education crossing paths with his past. Outside of Rin, he barely speaks to anyone about his childhood and life before UA. It was a different Matsuru back then... He wants to keep it that way. "Speaking of which... Where is Rin?". He wanted to visit her for a while. Hell, he hasn't even seen her since the aftermath of Shibuya. But conflicts kept popping up at the worst times, always delaying his visit. He knows she doesn't hate him for it, but still...

When Reiji, Izanagi, and Ace stepped up to center stage, Matsu put his book down. It never escaped him that they were here for something important. Was it to oversee the class? He thought Rin and himself already had that covered. He knew them, of course. They were his classmates. But their familiarity stops at that. There was a starch difference between Matsu and the other 2A senpai's in the class. That being, of course, Shibuya.

"I believe this is the first time we've met? I'm Akizuki Reiji, the Male Class President for 2A..."

The perfectionist side of Matsuru stung a bit when he heard Reiji announce himself as the Male Class President. "That's bullshit. I know I wasn't around for the past few weeks, but why couldn't I..."Before Matsuru could finish that thought, memories flooded in his mind. Memories of skipping class to train by himself, self-imposed study sessions that kept him away from class, those long nights spent with Rin... Yeah, he knows why he wasn't even asked to be class rep.

After the formal introductions from his classmates went by, he decided to speak up. "I wouldn't be so quick to count them out." He stopped leaning on the back wall and stood up fully. His face is still a bit scarred from the fight in Shibuya. His legs have regrown fully, thanks to the Nomu's quirk. "We're their senpai's, yes. But as far as my opinion? Many of them outclass the five of us simply by the fight we had in Shibuya." Matsuru's expecting his words to fall on deaf ears. Do these people even remember him? Who knows. If it is true that he will be fighting alongside his four classmates from 2A against his peers from 1B, does that give him an advantage or a disadvantage? Even with his quirk still active, Matsuru was having a hard time deciding one or the other...
This was surely going to turn out to be an interesting year.

"..."
"Wait, please don't tell me I'm a part of this Furious Five."

Seiki Kanako

^{Eiri college, classroom. Sept 18.}

She honestly didn't really care about the professors individually, but she certainly cared that someone or something kept killing them off. All. The. Time. She had been giving the subject more thought, and getting less and less sleep, as more and more professors were knocked off, and it was anything but a coincidence, as far as she could tell. She hadn't been able to figure out what was causing the deaths, but the more it happened, the more she had started to grow suspicious of others, especially of her classmates.

---

_{Location: 1-B Classroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya}

---

Yui was.... conflicted.

On one hand, he'd confirmed the quality of his network to a degree, having accurately reported a Nomu sighting to him. On the other hand, things had gotten just a tad bit out of hand after following it. The mayor being a villain was less of a surprise to him than it probably was to most people. If there was one thing he knew, it was that power was far easier to obtain when one didn’t overly concern themselves with petty “morality”.

How ghastly to even think about!

Yui glanced down at his Hawkspad as his thoughts trailed off. Apparently, at least according to the footage of the happenings inside the classroom, they were meant to be going on a joint training exercise with Class 2-A. What all that actually entailed, Yui couldn’t rightly say. It could be a competition, to try and bring out the competitive spirit between the classes. A competition of sorts, maybe? Perhaps, it would be a no-holds-barred clash to decide the superior class once and for all. Most likely, it would be some boring event led by Class 2-A to do something he couldn’t care less about, though he was open to being surprised, as always. At the very least, they were going on a field trip to Otheon. An excursion outside of Japan was always welcome. A bit of research was probably in order before the time for the trip actually arrived though.

Then, there were the new transfer students. The Todoroki Siblings and one Mischa Belic. One of the twins was apparently Quirkless. A slow smile spread across Yui’s lips at the thought. It was always a wonder to see one of them among the Quirkful like this. Further evidence of just how uninteresting the average person really was. The other twin had a Quirk that was fairly similar to his own, so that was interesting, in more ways than one. His was still better, of course. The only problem he could foresee from the two was the fact that they came from America, and he had heard less-than-stellar things about them. He’d form his own opinion on them later. The other transfer student was neither Japanese nor American as far as he could tell. That was something he’d have to figure out later, too.

Oh, and Himura-san was elected as the female class representative. That was fine, he supposed.

Soon after the announcements, the hologram’s message ended and someone was revealed to have been sitting behind it the whole time. Someone...?

Yui’s footsteps paused for a moment.

.... Was that a furry?

His eyes were drawn away from whoever that was to something else, and Yui barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Oh. It was just Takari doing Takari things.

Seeing his destination coming up, Yui breathed a soft sigh, collapsing the footage and removing his Hawkspad from his bracer. Almost immediately, its generic screen returned and he pocketed the device. One of his fingers tapped his bracer absentmindedly and a voice chirped from the device.

[95% remaining.]

His steps came to a halt in front of the classroom door.

A hero is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.

.… That might have been a wizard, actually. Well, whatever. Time to get this day over with. With that final thought, Yui made his way into the room.

“Pleasure to meet you, senpais. Let’s try to get along.”

Preferably not, though.

---

Dark Paladin stood atop Shibuya Sky overlooking the city. He couldn't believe it's been four years since he'd been home. His time in the States and in the Undercity of Kessel made him appreciate the province and country in a way he never did before. He took it for granted and he almost lost it to the Nomu. Even with All for One and his lackeys gone, crime and villainy still ran rampant in Japan. Discovering that the mayor of Shibuya was a villain was the last straw. Corruption had tangled the city and likely country in its dastardly web. He'd just have to figure out the pattern of this web so he could stomp out the colony of spiders that claimed his home as its nest.

His attention was caught by a human sized light floating up to him. Dark Paladin sighed when his floating sister reached him. "What're you doing here? You know night's my jurisdiction... And why are you upside down?"

"Aww, don't be like that Naito! America was big enough for that, but now that we're home why don't we do teamups?" Hinata asked with a smile almost as bright as she was.

"You know I'm not Naito right now and if you're gonna waste energy at least turn your light off. I don't know how you became Number 2 back there. You're wasteful and you leave too many openings when you fight."

Hinata frowned and in response her light faded. "You're still upset about that? I told you. It doesn't matter how many crimes you stop if you don't connect with the people. Why do you have to wear that helmet? I understood at the beginning. You wanted to protect yourself, to protect Naito. But he's strong now. Physically and mentally. When will you two become one again?"

There was an eerily silent pause as if Dark Paladin nor Naito inside him knew the answer to their sister's question. "We can't, yet. There's still so much I have to do." Whether Hinata wanted to continue their conversation, Dark Paladin was ending it right there. Without a warning or another word he jumped off the roof pulling out his grappling hook as he did so.

---

Naito thought schools in the states were noisy, but Kyoya gave them a run for their money. He seemed like the type of character you'd see on one of their TV shows. Loud, confident, and no concept of personal space. He thought it was strange that their homeroom teacher was speaking to them via hologram and then just dumping them on five older students. He was going to have to talk to uncle Enji about how he decided to run a school. But that would have to wait. It seemed that he couldn't escape Kessel after all. It was calling out to him even here and somehow influenced his school into bringing them there on a field trip before the new school year officially started. Good. He had some unfinished business there that he didn't like leaving unattended.

Naito gave a smile and wave once their Holoteacher gave him and his sister an offhanded introduction. Like they were just some kind of duo because they were twins. They had their own identities outside of that and their last names. He didn't want his classmates thinking they thought they were better than them just because of who they were related to. Hero relations became less important as many families produced a number of heroes and had quirk marriages to further develop the powers of their quirks. He was glad that his parents naturally fell in love. Their quirks just happened to really be compatible or incompatible in Naito's case. He was disappointed when the Class Rep reassured them that they weren't dealing with chains and cages. He was already beginning to prepare himself for an escape room training exercise.

Meanwhile Hinata was just taking everything in. This class seemed... interesting. That's the word she felt comfortable using to describe this colorful bunch. She was glad Haru was in this class, but was surprised that he wasn't in Class A. She decided not to question that horse's dental hygiene. Then she saw him, another one of her friends, but this one she made back when she was in the United States. As charismatic and show-offy as ever. While everyone was discussing whatever it was they were discussing she looked over the new Hero Rankings List. This was her competition. She couldn't wait to surpass Nejire. She looked up to her and almost went to UA because she went there, but was glad she spent the time in America instead. This Spiderman was interesting though. He embodied exactly what she was trying to tell Naito. He connected with the people.

Hinata leaned over to Naito and whispered to him. "Look! Ironman's #4. That could be you too, Naito. It's a Quirkless come up!"

Before Naito could respond Ace asked for introductions, catching both of their attentions. Hinata stood up to introduce herself first. She bowed respectively and apologetically to her class. "I'm sorry for not being here to help you all in the Shibuya Incident! I'm Hinata Todoroki, or Solaris, the #2 Hero in the United States. That is until they update it again now that I'm gone. I'm looking forward to learning with and getting to know you all! And it's great to see you again, Ace." She sat down immediately after giving someone else a chance to introduce themselves.

Naito stood up next, because why not? He was a new student after all so he was also introducing himself to his classmates. "Hi, I'm Naito. I also go by Dark Paladin when I'm in costume. I'm Quirkless, but I don't hold that against anyone. I want to be a hero that can reach villain's hearts and minds which is why I'm double majoring with Quirk Psychology. And ummm... I just recently returned from Otheon if anyone needs a tour guide." He sat down hoping he didn't just embarrass himself.

In the stillness of the morning Mischa laid on her bed sleeping peacefully, perhaps too peacefully. She was sprawled out, the duvet was kicked off to the sides while drool rolled down the bottom left corner of her mouth pooling into and soaked up by her pillow like an unwilling sponge. Then the silence was broken by the alarm she set on her phone with the phrase we are fucking super stars. Mischa let out a snort and her hand reached out to grab the phone only to slap her nightstand a couple of times before she was able to successfully grab her phone and turn the alarm off.

She gazed at the time shone from her phone with sleep in her eyes and let out a loud groan as she buried her face into the pillow. "Oh God dammit. I have to go to school today."

Before Mischa could reasonably attend her courses, she was given a five days off by the college to get adjusted to her new environment and more importantly get over jet lag. Essentially, she had almost an entire week of vacation where she could just explore Tokyo to her heart's desire and she most certainly did that. She went to the Meiji Jingu, ate some dango, explored Shibuya, ate some authentic ramen, went to the Tokyo National Museum, ate even more tasty food, and the list goes on. "I really spent half of my time eating, didn't I?" She mused to her self, her gaze scanned her dorm room. It was spacious enough for one person, but she would've preferred to have gotten her own apartment instead of living in the college dorm, but her transfer was very much last minute so she couldn't complain. At least she was able to get a room to herself.

Mischa stood up and pushed the curtains aside to greet the bustling Tokyo morning. It was so much more different than Amsterdam; the architecture, the energy, and the people. It was just so much more massive than she could've ever had imagined that it almost made her head spin and yet there was something exciting about immersing herself in another culture. She smiled softly to herself as she leaned over the windowsill. "Let's make the most of it then."

With that, she got herself ready to face the day. A face cleaned from drool, a change into proper clothes rather than her oversized t-shirt, brushed her unruly bed head, and gave herself a once over inspection in the mirror hanging on her door. "Lookin' good, lookin' good." The Dutch woman finger gunned herself in the mirror before she lowered her head in shame. "Maybe don't do that in front of your classmates." She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time though arched her brow when she saw that she had a text from her mother.

"No idea, how I missed that," she muttered to herself as her eyes glanced over the message.

Hi honey, I hope you'll have a fun first day of class and make plenty of friends! Text me later! Love you!

Mischa grimaced, an odd mix of emotions sat in her stomach. Quickly she sent her mother a message.

I will mom. Love you too. She sighed heavily. Fingers flicking through her phone, she quickly checked her other messages and email though she saw something from her homeroom professor. Otheon? A trip to Otheon? Color ran from her cheeks as a feeling of dread set in followed by frustration boiling in her gut.

"I JUST FUCKING GOT HERE!"

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"Man, this campus is big. Maybe the professor will let me off the hook for today," she muttered to herself. The online tours really did not do this place justice. She had just had breakfast at the campus cafeteria and she left there with another cup of coffee in tow though she had not realized the scale of the college. To speak plainly, she was completely turned around and the only reason she was not as late as she thought she was going to be was because some other students from the other departments had mercy on her and pointed her in the right direction.

Eventually, she arrived outside of her classroom. Mischa took a deep breath and placed her hand on her stomach. "Don't do anything stupid. Don't show off. You're a guest in their country." Her hand grabbed the door handle and she pushed it open. The first thing that she heard were the words, 'FIGHT ME,' 'chains and cages,' and, 'Fuck yeah, Top 11 Wash! What a GOAT!'

Mischa looked at them with wide eyes and then stepped out of the room to look at the classroom plaque outside before she poked her head back in. "I, uh, I do have the right classroom, right? Class 1-B?" She said in very fluent Japanese, but her accent was quite different.

Amaya himura sighed walking through the halls of eirie college. This school was almost as chaotic to get through like her own home. Being the head of the himura bloodline was not the easiest job and often having to leave school for a “illness” checkup wasn’t the greatest cover up even if part of it was naturally true.

She slid open the door seeing the her classmates as she shakes her head. Already they were loud “Kyoya-San. For the last time, fighting in fight prohibited classrooms is forbidden. There is such a time and place to use all that obnoxious energy when it comes to training.” She spoke in soft cold annoyance as her eyes held some disappointment in the aspiring hero. She moved away from the chaos sitting down at an empty desk next to a window sitting her bag down beside her before staring out at the world outside. She didn’t need to waste energy or effort on those who wanted fights. Everyone suffered so much. Even she was still recovering. She reached into her sleeve slipping out one of her aunts thermal suckers. She didn’t have a massive draw back of her quirk even if her body and mentally seems to differ but they insisted on giving her these suckers. How could she deny such treats from three hard working indivuals that were of her bloodline. She could tell Ria no but rin was a lot pushier and always had ways to ensure some were around as she even had a pencil cup in her room filled with them. No matter how much she refused they always seemed to found

Summary For Players
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Recount So Far
Classbound events filled with thorns and thistles, some are familiar faces while some are new faces, the routinary antics of Class 1-B, where trouble chases and the world chastises.

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Rin shrugged at the casual antics that Kyoya enacts daily, alongside 1-B's chaotic reactions, she seemed to be practically in a good mood, giving Matsuru a sideeye wink and a subtle aura that's blushing, twirling her hair with plentiful implications, you don't wanna know. "Himura Rin, we've been through a lot together, for those who know and for those who don't..."

The sudden arrival of the new student, Mischa Belic didn't really interrupt what she's about to say but welcoming the new student based on Yatagarasu-sensei's Intel was among her priorities, Rin Englished Mischa. At a certain angle, Rin sound your typical Japanese-speaking English, being Engrish, if her English is Englishing, in this case, Engrishing. "Yesu, dis isu 1-B, I...I-I ammu Rin Himura, 2A...Seitokai, Secretary, prease to mate you."

Rin awkwardly pointed towards the empty desk in between Jun and Kyoya, it already has Mischa's itenerary.

Kyoya was already knocked out from Haru's sudden karate chop.

Hisora's hologram resurfaced, projected to be interactive around class.

"I disappeared for two minutes and Takari is unconscious, don't forget I can still hear everything even if the holographic interface is down, 1-B you're all getting detention."

When the word detention came, Kyoya rose back from his slumber and whined.

"But Yatagarasu-sensei, we just got back from detention and house arrest! You seriously can't do that!"

Hisora sighed of needing to spell it out for Kyoya, she glared at him with a serious intent, urging him to stop, which he complied.

"Ms. Belic, welcome to class, your tardiness is excused, as Ms. Himura said, please head towards your seat, I shall inform you on your remedial classes for the important lessons you missed." She smiled kindly and escorted Mischa to her seat, even as a hologram.

"Yaoyorozu, try not to sting your own tongue." Hisora was under the impression that Matsuru isn't taking the upcoming Joint Training seriously.

Hisora's aura commanded respect and no-nonsense, after all she was the former Professor of 1A.

"Himura Amaya..don't tell me Asagumo Kaiga is not in school again, Shirakawa Kagari, I take it you can track wherever he's at...somewhere in Akihabara with the latest Endeavor Toycon, perhaps." Hisora reunited with her previous 1A students in 1B.

Hisora sighed on how problematic 1B is, she missed teaching 1A, who understood what to do without being told.

"I am Yatagarasu Hisora, make sure you do what you needed to do without being told, if you have questions, ask them. Anyways, we're way behind schedule, the reason why I brought 2A is to toughen all of you up, each of them are experienced dealing with threats like the High End Nomu, the Furious Five is a reoccurring title in Eirei and for the first time, the title settled to five students with the highest units in all of Eirei, surpassing even the third years, and all of them are in 2A."