She was glad to be off the plane. She had always hated flying. The journey from America to Japan had been a gruelling 13 hours. Unlike her, her two mentors had been completely at ease for the entire trip. Sam had pretty much slept all the way through, even during the strong turbulence that had caused her to grip tightly at her arm rests til her knuckles turned white. Russ had passed the time planning lessons for when they finally arrived at their destination: UA high.

As they now sat on the train, speeding along the Japanese countryside on the final leg of their journey, Russ could barely contain his excitement. His enthusiastic tone had chased off any of Calliope's initial apprehension. She now couldn't wait to visit the prestigious school. What would the students be like? How would their customs differ from the ones back home in America? The only person she and her two mentors were familiar with was the teacher Mr Aizawa. He had visited her own school back in the USA to give a talk on Japanese Hero laws. She remembered him to be quiet, laid back and fatigued- not all too dissimilar from her eldest mentor, Sam. However, it was Aizawa's wonderful quirk that had made her such a huge fan of him. She was the only person she could maintain a conversation with whilst looking in their eye...

She knew that the students were a fair bit younger than them, but from what she had witnessed in the footage she had watched from the sports festival, they were all super talented. Her anxiety suddenly came flooding back.

"So, Calli? Ready to teach these kids a thing or two?" Russ was grinning at her over his notebook, it's pages covered in rough sketches of what appeared to be complex obstacle courses. His honey coloured eyes glinted in the midday sun, clearly unaffected by jet-lag though his usually pristine white hair looked uncharacteristically disheveled.

Calliope forced a smile, the table between her and her mentors hiding the way her fingers toyed anxiously with the hem of her shirt. They had decided not to travel in their Hero attire.

"Sure! It'll be fun, right?" Her voice couldn't have sounded less convinced. The UA students all looked so powerful. Some of their quirks looked almost as strong as Sam and Russ'. Her quirk couldn't possibly compare...

"Too right it will!" He chimed and he thumped his sleeping brother on the shoulder. The older, but noticeable shorter brother grunted and rubbed at his tired-looking eyes. Though he must have slept for at least 11 hours of their 15 hour round trip, he still maintained the dark circles beneath his eyes Calliope had grown so accustomed to seeing. She couldn't help but smile when he turned them in her direction.

"Yeah Calli..." he yawned, stretching wildly til his joints popped, "show some enthusiasm."

Deku eyes glistened, excitement oozing from him in tears of joy as his hands trembled, clutching his notebook. Mr Aizawa had just announced that UA would be receiving three guests from America- two professional heroes and their apprentice. The news had left class 1A a buzz with exhilaration as they sat impatiently through their morning classes. Sure, they had met professional heroes before, but never had they met heroes from another country.

"Ooo I wonder who it could be?!" squealed Mina as their final, morning class came to an end. "I don't really know of any American heroes!"

"I bet I know who does though!" Ochako piped up. Suddenly the whole class seemed to turn on Deku and he flushed deeply under their collectively attentive gaze.

"W-well..." he began, holding up his hands as bodies began to lean towards him, "it could be any number of people!"

From somewhere behind the group that seemed to be enclosing in on Deku like a dust cloud, came an unimpressed grunt.

"It better be someone good. I don't want some flashy Americans wasting my time."

Bakugo was swinging on his chair, one foot on the desk and both hands in his pockets. He was the only student in the class who didn't appear to be overflowing with anticipation.

"I imagine UA will have invited people around our age. Maybe some of the more up-and-coming heroes?" Mused Tsu, her finger placed idly on her chin in thought.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Deku hummed as he pondered the possibilities. There were a number of American Schools, the most prestigious being The Juggernaut Academy. He tried to think of any of the notable heroes that had recently come from that school. Before he could whittle down his options however, another excited squeal from Mina marked the arrival of Mr Aizawa. The class scrambled back to their seats, eager to meet their guests.

"As I mentioned to you all this morning, you will now be spending the afternoon with three heroes who have all graduated from The Juggernaut Academy in America."

Deku praised himself internally for his sound judgement. Of course UA would liaise with the only the best schools.

"But we've met the Big Three not long ago." Stated Jiro, her arms folded on her desk, "how are these three any different?"

Aizawa sighed "unlike the previous heroes you have met, these three have made a name for themselves in the states for working solely as a team."

This information caused the curious Deku to continue his inner monologue. Surely all heroes worked as a team? It wasn't unheard of for heroes in Japan to collaborate. What made these three so different? Did they simply refuse to work alone or were they in fact unable to? Did their quirks rely too heavily on each other's to be able to function alone? Perhaps they're powers complimented one another's so well that they almost manifested themselves like single unit.

His jumbled thoughts were cut short as Aizawa continued.

"While they're here, they will teach you how to work together in a series of team building exercises."

Most of the class began to murmur in silent glee. Bakugo, on the other-hand, clearly wasn't pleased with the idea of working too closely again with others in his class.

"So, make sure you pay attention and work hard. They'll be staying with us for just under a month."

As he said his final words, he shuffled back into a sleeping bag as footsteps sounded down the hallway.

Mineta was bouncing in his seat, his eyes wide with fantasy. "I hope it's a trio of hot babes!" He practically drooled at the thought.

Kaminari echoed the sentiment as the footsteps grew louder. "Oh hell yeah! Three, American bomb shells!"

The excitement in the classroom grew with every approaching footstep. The handle of the classroom door began to turn, as did everyone's heads in its direction. It swung open on it's hinges and in walked, not three hot babes, but one tall, muscular young man followed by a short, slouching figure in a hood and finally, (Mineta and Kaminari wheezed happily), a beautiful young woman with long, matcha coloured hair.