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Chapter 30: Calm Before The Storm

Class 1A gathered around the large table, ready to feast on the assortment of fruits, fish, meat, bread, and vegetables. "Alright, everybody!" ChiChi announced. "Go ahead and dig in! I hope you enjoy, it was made special by Mr. Aizawa and I!"

"Thank you, Ma'am!" The class said in unison as they began.

"Oh my, your class is so lively, Shota." She told him with a smile. "I was surprised by how good of a cook you were!"

"Save it. It's a basic life skill to have. Especially when you're on your own." He explained as he began to eat.

"But that smile you had while talking about your class was so cute!" Her words made Aizawa spit his food up, almost choking on it. "Oh, I'm sorry, is that something you don't want your class to know about?" Her teasing words earned a scowl from him as she spoke more quietly, holding a finger over her smiling lips. "Don't worry one bit. They didn't hear me, and your secret is safe with me."

Aizawa took a deep breath and continued to eat, trying to zone out ChiChi Son's voice. Further down the table, Bakugo, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Kaminari, Ashido, and Jiro sat across from each other. "Damn that freak… I knew there was no way a normal person could be stronger than me!" He shouted quietly as he angrily chomped on some bread.
"Hey, there's no need to be rude about him!" Ashido defended.

"Yeah, Bakugo. Despite what you may think, he's our classmate, and he's one of us." Jiro followed as she drank some water.

"It's not that manly to try and put other people down because of their origin, Bakugo." Kirishima told him, ripping some meat off of a bone with his teeth.

"Unfortunately, I would have to agree with Bakugo." Tokoyami chimed in, causing the others around him to gasp. "Knowing the origin of his existence, and the extent of the power he holds. It's quite terrifying to say the least. Knowing that if he were to ever lose his senses, if he were to ever take all of us on, it could mean the end for everyone."

"Huh?! Now, hold on!" Kaminari interjected. "You don't mean to say that Gohan could actually turn on us?"

"It's a possibility." Bakugo said. "And the fact that that damn robot girl playing a teacher is as strong as him. And how they're all buddy buddy. Even if we managed to take down an evil Gohan, his evil girlfriend will just finish us off."

"Bakugo, are you alright?" Jiro asked him. "You're a lot more…mellow than you usually are."

"Shut the hell up before I kill you." Bakugo told her flatly before taking a bite out of some fish.

"I can assume it has to do with the full understanding of how outclassed every one of us really is. We've seen Gohan's feats of speed and strength. However, I feel like deep down, none of us wanted to admit what we were seeing. A warrior, a child, no less, that surpassed a hero that we all thought was impossible to come close to. It's truly a terrifying feeling knowing what kind of monster dwells among us." Tokoyami explained as Ashido suddenly stood up.

"Now that's enough out of the two of you! You don't know what you're talking about!" With all eyes on her, she quietly sat down and continued to eat.

Not another word came from the group as everyone around them continued their conversations. Once everyone finished, Gohan, Sato, Midoriya, and Uraraka helped clear the table. Before his mother had a chance to get up, Gohan put his hands on her shoulder, a wide smile spread across his face. "Not so fast, Mom! Rikido and I have something for you!" He told her as he pulled out a capsule, clicking the button on top before tossing it onto the table. As a white cloud shot out in all directions, ChiChi's eyes widened seeing the pink-and-purple cake before her.

"G-Gohan…!"

"I know it's a little early, but we won't get the chance to come see you next month, so I was hoping we could sing for you!" Gohan told her as tears welled in ChiChi's eyes. "I baked it myself, and Rikido helped teach me how!"

"My little boy… He's growing up so fast…!" The tears began to flow, dripping onto the table as ChiChi gave her happiest and warmest smile. Todoroki lit the candles, organized in such a way to resemble a Dragon Ball, and Class 1-A began to sing with smiles upon every face besides Bakugo and Tokoyami.

"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear ChiChi,
Happy birthday to you."

With their last note, ChiChi took a deep breath and blew out the candles. Everyone clapped, and as they looked down the table, seeing ChiChi's gleeful smile, the two of them felt an ache in their chest. Maybe… He's not a monster… Tokoyami thought. I suppose it'd be quite impossible for someone to turn on their comrades with a mother like this…

Dammit...Bakugo thought to himself, gritting his teeth as the image of his own mother flashed through his mind.

A hotel lobby, only recently bustling and full of people, now sat quiet with fourteen people, a mix of men and women, both young and old. "Alright, are we ready?" Rift spoke. Her brown asymmetric-cut hair slightly fell over her eyes, as it usually did since she had gotten tired of trying to keep it out of the way. Despite her casual attire, a black wide-collared, long-sleeve crop top and khaki shorts with black shin-height boots and a long tan trench coat, her short 153 centimeter stature, and her quiet nature, her organization was always on edge around her. "Alright," she spoke in a mature fashion, "does everybody understand the operation?"

"Yeah yeah." Watari spoke. "Wait until the heroes's Joint Task Force move on the Shie Hassaikai, then abduct the girl in the midst of the chaos. I'm sure that Chisaki fella will be real happy to hear that his prize went missing."

"Don't worry about that. Based on my estimates, Overhaul should be of no concern to us. And if he is, lead him to me." She continued explaining. "For this operation, I will be standing by with Dr. Moul in this facility. Be grateful that he managed to assimilate into this hotel's supervising crew with no issues."

"My, my, you flatter me, Madame Rift!" Dr. Moul, a tall, lean man wearing a black-collared shirt with the logo for the hotel on the right breast.

"Right. Then, we'll be split into teams of three. Lala, Nana, and Ursene. You'll be Alpha Team, and you'll be designated as the forefront of the offense." Rift directed to the two twins and their friend.

"Yay! We get to be with Teddy!" Nana said with excitement. Her dyed azure hair was in a short bob, and waved as she jumped onto Ursene's neck with a hug. She was about the average height for someone her age of 20 years at 165 centimeters, and her green eyes were full of joy. Her long-sleeved denim jacket went well with her blue-white striped shirt and denim skirt.

"Hey, watch the skirt, Nana!" Lala told her, covering her rear end as her sister descended to the ground. Her vermillion-dyed, hime-style shoulder-length hair complimented her slightly taller, more muscular appearance. "If any of you look, I'll burn you to a crisp! I'm looking at you, rubberband!" She yelled to the man in black spandex, earning a scowl from him.

"Nana, Lala, calm down." Ursene told them as he eased Nana back to the ground and straightened his large shorts. His gargantuan 249 centimeter posture towered over the remainder of the group. His short snout almost hid his dark brown eyes from the rest of the group.

"Alright, now, for Bravo Team-!" Before Rift could continue, a ding sounded across the lobby. Everyone went silent as the second automatic door opened. A young couple, both with flushed cheeks, stumbled in, relying on each other not to fall.

"Wha…?" The man almost stopped to investigate before Rift defused the situation.

"Sir, we all just got called in for an emergency business meeting and I need to delegate, so please do be on your way so that I can concentrate on my separation of tasks." Rift told him coldly, prompting the two to continue moving along.

"What a perv. I bet he got that poor girl drunk so he could do all kinds of things to her!" Nana claimed.

"Rift, can I incinerate him?!" Lala asked quietly as her hand became engulfed in a crimson flame.

"Forget it. Moving on," she continued as the couple boarded the elevator and left the lobby, "Bravo Team will consist of Taka, Tornado, and Chatterbox. You're our primary defensive team. Taka will take the initial impact of attacks while Chatterbox protects Tornado, who will be stepping around to disarm the enemy." She explained.

"At least I'm with my boy!" Taka said with a smile as he stretched his arm through his short-sleeved open button-downed plaid shirt, pressing his hand on Tornado's slim black leather jacket. The two men both wore jeans, and white shirts under their outerwear. With a dark brown, flattop hairstyle, he stood a few inches under the blond buzzed Tornado. Turning around, his green eyes stared back into Taka's own brown orbs with excitement. Taka knew exactly what the six-foot man was thinking about.

Chatterbox, a woman taller than Taka at 175 centimeters with silver, shoulder-length feathered hair and blue eyes. Despite her Quirk being related to her voice, she always seemed to communicate via signs and notes. 'Looking forward to working with you :)' She wrote, showing it to her teammates. Even though she was very sociable, she was incredibly quiet, but made up for this with her incredible writing speed. 'Don't worry about a thing, I've got your backs! XD' She wrote in an instant.

"Good. I wanted to build these teams based on morale. But that doesn't mean you have to like who you're with. Charlie Team will be made up of Stopwatch, Primean, and Angel." She explained. "Your task will be to divert enemy forces to weaken their front assault."

"Of course you put me with the dwarf and baboon." Angel said in spite.

"HEY WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING DWARF, YOU DAMN BIMBO!?" Stopwatch yelled, shaking his fists above his short figure of 158 centimeters. His red eyes and bald head didn't leave much to be desired on him, taking everything into account. His custom-tailored double-vented onyx suit was his only hope of ever catching a woman's attention, but not this woman.

"You better watch what you say. The only reason you're still alive right now is because of your Quirk." She told him as the rage built up within her.

"Angel. I know we've talked about this, have we not?" Rift asked her, glaring daggers.

"R-Right, Ma'am! Don't address Quirks as if they are of high value! F-Forgive me!" She stuttered as she sought to compose herself once more.

"Stopwatch, Primean, she's with you two because of her intel on the one named 'Gohan.' With both of our diversion teams prepared for someone as strong as him, we may get lucky if he somehow shows up to foil everything. That little brat, Deku, may have his little buddy on speed-dial for all we know." Rift explained as she began to bite her fingernail. "Unless you somehow mistook him for someone else, Watari."

"Not at all. I didn't realize it at first, cause it was the first time I'd seen him up close, but he's definitely that kid that obliterated a mountain in a single punch after his summer camp was raided. And he took all those hits from All For One like it was nothing. Even if he's on the other side of the world, according to my intel, I'm not even sure if that will keep him away." Watari said with a smile. "He's quite the little monster."

"And you're expecting him to come my way?!" Primean shouted, his 203 centimeter posture beginning to tremble. His tail waved back and forth, brushing against the hole in the back of his denim shorts. His large white short-sleeved button-up remained open, allowing his black-furred torso to breathe as he took deep breaths.

"And I expect you to stand your ground. Remember that he won't kill you, but I definitely will if you don't think you're up to the task." Rift warned him, raising an open palm. As the cold air began to seep out of her hand, Primean shook his head.

"No, no, that's fine! It won't be an issue, at all!" He said with a nervous laugh.

"Hm. Good. I'll take this opportunity to remind you all that my comrades are dear to me. So if I have to kill one dear comrade to save the rest of them from a cruel fate in Tartaros, so be it. Moving on, Delta Team will consist of Akumu, Watari, and Higen." She said. "Since two out of three of you dress so casually, you'll be the secondary diversion team, creating a disaster and posing as civilians in need of rescuing."
"I guess I can do that." Higen said with a bored expression as he continued to play on his portable video game. He pulled his white hoodie over his head and slumped over on the chair.

"Great, so I get to babysit the child." Watari said, slapping his palm against his forehead.

"Ugh, I'm not just some kid, you know!" He shouted, not breaking his eyes away from his game. "At least my joints won't hurt after the fight's over, old man!"

Before he could speak, Akumu placed a hand on Watari's shoulder, prompting him to turn around. "Yeah, Akumu's right. You're not even going to be fighting, kid! We're a diversion team!"

"Pft, whatever!" A younger Watari would have grinded his teeth and gone off on the kid, but now having learned how to relax, he felt excited for how fun it would be to watch the kid get thrown into juvenile detention.

"Alright then, our teams are set. We'll discuss battle formations at a later time, so keep in contact." Rift told them, earning nods from the large circle of comrades. "With this meeting, commence Operation: Restoration."

Hey everyone! I want to thank several people for their Villain Submissions for this coming arc! These authors include:

DRAGONDAVE
N9R

and myself, BrandonJames

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