Ground Beta - 09:30 a.m.

The sun was burning bright on the playground; or to be more specific, a giant playground that stretched for over two or so miles.

Two types of people stood there under the violent rays of light, in the middle of summer, with each one having different set of expressions written all over their faces; one group which contrarily only had one person was highly enthusiastic as he boasted greatly upon his audience with absolute glee and confidence, but the other group people which had quite the number when compared to the first one and a desolate expression of pain and sorrow transcribed purely into the atmosphere around them.

"And so, folks, that is why today we are going to practice a rescue operation!"

It took Sunny Wukong, or the man who is known to be the Chinese Number 1 Hero, a full 30 minutes to finally came to a stop on his speech about true heroism and the essence of a hero.

He followed up again with a confident "Any questions?"

The H.R.I. Class—as they all had put on their hero costumes—had no idea what to comment, mainly because none of them were deemed heroic in the first place; Seiji Orimura was an everyman who disliked playing the lawful good role, Kaori Tsukinose was never taught the basics of heroism so she was out of the question, Oboro Kirikagure was a street urchin, Tarasu Kobayashi was a literal mercenary, Date Takehiro was a delinquent at a very young age, Miyu Yakushi was the same but for a different reason, Kudou Satou took all of his lifetime in a psychiatric ward rather than a proper heroic education, Yato Shimura decided that modern heroism is not worth listening to, Mori Kururugi threw away her heroism for something she thought worth much more, Mika Tatsuya always had a difficulty understanding the idea of "heroes", Suki Takara on the contrary was taught the opposite of heroism, and Jun… well… we'll get to that later.

Of course, with Sun Wukong being a Pro Hero himself, none of the students listening—which were all desperate to get out of earshot and hide their little fragile brains from the boredom that he drilled onto their head, mind you—can retort or even give their opinions. So alternatively, they stayed silent.

Noticing this, Sunny brushed it off and decided that they understood well enough, "Now, I know that you all might have doubts about being a hero, and I understand; being from a bad position and all that. However, that is the point of the Heroics Reformation Program and U.A.! To ensure you all get proper lessons from very experienced and very passionate people! Make your knees all weak! Make your body tremble in pure ecstasy from the long and hard—"

He trailed off, there was silence.

"… That came out wrong."

It was time for the students to leave. They had seen everything.

The helper robots gathered around them as they all prepared the students for their next training in Ground Beta.

Today's occasion was a practice in a search and rescue; an important subject in heroism it would seem. Of course, it was not mystery that a hero has to be a professional in every field, whether that was in handling natural disasters or simple armed robberies. Sometimes, these incidents may involve risks in injuries to an innocent party or even losing a valuable life. As a hero, that is something that you'd want to avoid at all costs. So, heroes had to pass down the knowledge of saving another's life in their field of work. There are many instances of what that 'danger' is and who or how many the casualties are, however Ground Beta did not support that much open field nor the customizations of environments that followed it, so the teacher in charge put a plan upon how the children will study the basics of rescuing with the materials and environment available.

"And since Mr. Aizawa is currently busy with his class on a field trip to the USJ, I am in charge of today's lessons!" Sunny Wukong boasted, throwing a thumb over to his grinning face, "An original idea of my own! Totally not copy-pasting arcs!"

The students obviously couldn't stand him laughing in the background anymore, so they dispersed into their respective groups to avoid hearing him.

"USJ?" Mori Kururugi asked aloud as she joined her team of four, "Why is Aizawa taking his class to a theme park?"

"No, not that USJ," Yato, who was also in her group, told her, "The Unforeseen Simulation Joint is a place to practice search and rescue for heroes."

"Another weird name?" Mori groaned distastefully, "I don't have to write it down, do I?"

Yato scratched the back of his head, "Hrm… I think you'll be fine," then, he threw his finger towards their other team member, "Takehiro here never remembers everything, but he's a bull anyway, he'll just do everything the teachers tell him to do.

The lumbering boy merely gave the shorter male a fanged grin, "You know what I think?" then, he proceeded to smack the back of Yato's head with the palm of his hand.

The smack seemed loud enough to be heard by each of the three. Yato merely rubbed the back of his head and gave Date a small sharp look, "Right, I forgot you were just a steam-engine train."

"Why you—" Date's eye twitched, "Say that again, silver-snotted thermometer-insides!"

"What does that even mean?"

Unfortunately for another student called Seiji Orimura, he had to listen in to these two bickering behind them as he tried his best to lead them to the battlefield. The boy had a lot on his mind, and he didn't need any more distractions.

"Guys," He snapped his head back, stopping the two from going anywhere further than their Sumo poses, "can we just… focus on the lesson, first?"

Well, Mori could understand why he was acting much gloomier than usual. It had been a very nerve-wracking day for everyone in the H.R.I. Class, knowing—or rather, not knowing—what their future would be.

Jun Hamada was here today, too. Too Mori, it didn't matter as much as she wanted herself to, but she could not speak for the rest of the class. She herself knew how important Jun was to the program.

She decided not to think too much into it and followed Seiji and the rest of her team to their designated areas.

Meanwhile, as the students had all disappeared from the first area, one group somehow still remained halfway through their path. Near what seemed to be a descent, looking straight onto oblivion, a girl stood still at the edge of it.

She remembered the destruction that happened that day, which was still mirrored onto the view that she was staring into.

The abandoned mall, the parking area, and whatever left of them… Suki Takara remembered all of it.

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"STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!"

It was the middle of the afternoon, but the atmosphere had exploded already.

"AAAAH! FUCK!"

With a kick of her foot, the debris from the eruption of the mall flew away before thudding back onto the ground. Suki Takara stared at her trembling hands in hope of finding a miracle—or a big red button to restart the world—knowing that she had nothing, absolutely nothing, that she could do.

Ever since she was small, she was caged, she could always hear the cluttering of iron chains, and now, just when she thought she had been freed, she realized that something had been holding herself back.

She bit her bottom lip in anger, scrunching her teary eyes as if trying to suck them back into her sockets. Tightening her grip, she let out a cry.

"AAAAAH!"

It was surreal; her top hat discarded between the heap of dust and debris, her vest sitting in the same fashion, just like her dignity. There was no point, no point at all, in trying to be someone she's not. Weeks and weeks of planning, carefully modelling and remodeling her costume, only to find out she wasn't even fit to put it on. She shouldn't have agreed to the program, such stupid decision.

Everyone hated her, she knew that. She thought that she could run away and pretend that nothing's wrong. She tried to putting herself up on a pedestal, not realizing that she had been the one who had been continuously sinking down to unimaginable depths. This battle trial confirmed it.

Maybe, she did realize it; maybe that's why she hated Kaori Tsukinose so much: because the image of her in Suki Takara's mind was everything she couldn't hope to be. Maybe that was why it felt so good torturing her, because from Suki's perspective she was trying to destroy the fact that she couldn't become someone as close as Tsukinose.

She could feel her legs getting tired, until she found herself squatting on the dusty aftermath of Ground Beta, burying her face by her legs. Her nails clutching her knees, she could feel her ever hammering heartbeat pounding against her chest.

Ah, how she wanted to die.

So pathetic, being free from the chains of her father just to realize that she had been caging herself with stupid delusions. She wasn't a hero, she knew that she just tried to kill Tsukinose a few minutes earlier.

There was no hope for her, she was going to be expelled and no one would bat an eye.

"You're a villain," her father's words lingered, "You're NOTHING but a villain."

The grip on her knees tightened as she was trying with all her might to hold back her spilling tears. It was gut-wrenching, but she knew he was right. She WAS a villain…

"Let's become heroes together!"

She pulled her head up, almost feeling like she had shocked herself, "Ah!"

That voice was Orimura's, wasn't it? Why was she thinking about him now? It must've been an afterthought. She had heard that a traumatic event could may cause delusions. So, was that it? Was she starting to build up PTSD? Well it didn't matter, anyway. She wasn't planning on living any longer after all.

There was a moment of silent on the Beta Ground, from the ruins of the mall, watching the robots trying to pick up the pieces while screaming at each other in some sort of robotic yelling.

The wind got caught in her messy bangs, it was calling from the edge of the world. A distant ringing in her ear signaling how empty the world really is. Just like her.

A sudden presence infiltrated her personal space, as if there was a sudden disturbance. She looked behind her, and saw the broad cladded in skintight armor, her raven black hair flying between the steadiness of the oncoming wind.

Kaori Tsukinose stared blankly at Suki, almost as if her presence was nonexistent to her. That, or she was just refusing to acknowledge her. The both of them broke eye contact as soon as they started it.

Then, a robot came beside Kaori, "You can wait here with your friend, Miss," It said in a monotonic matter-of-fact, before adding a blunt remark, "Try not to kill each other, please."

In an instant, the atmosphere felt quite cramped.

As soon as the robots dispersed to continue cleaning up the area from all the excess debris, the two of them could immediately feel the tension in between. However, to Suki, it wasn't just the fact that the two wasn't on the best terms several minutes ago which makes their current relationship to have little to no tolerance, now she had to face the fact that the overwhelming guilt that was building in her heart was piling up her train of thoughts.

Perhaps, it was instinct, a form of self-defense in trying to hide her weakness, but she immediately burst out at Kaori—as Kaori herself was standing, not only five feet from her, and not doing any harm to anyone—in a manner where she almost had to hold the croak in her throat back.

"Can't you just stand further away?" Suki hissed lowly under the impression that she was insulted. To be honest, Suki didn't know what to think. She wiped her eyes off of any signs of faint glimmer.

Kaori said nothing, but there was an essence in her darkened expression which seemingly mimicked Suki's loathing.

"God knows we had too much of you existing to go around. Good job handling your teamwork, by the way. Let me guess, did you also tried to slave Hamada to do what you want?!" Suki seethed through her teeth. Her words sting yet the voice in her heart wished nothing more than Kaori to leave her alone, "I fucking had it, already. I fucking hate you. Why the hell do you exist? Aren't you supposed to be some big-wig's daughter?! Why are you even—"

"STOP IT!" Kaori shouted at her, her face reddening in fury, "ENOUGH ABOUT MY FAMILY!"

Suki scrunched her face, "So what, Tsukinose?! You're nothing but a pushover, just because you think you're better than others!"

Then, Kaori shouted back, "What about you, huh?! Lucky aren't you, out of every possible pick of children abused, you won the lottery! Congratulations!"

That was the final limit of what Suki could bear to hear, "Really rich coming out of the mouth of a BASTARD! YOU BASTARD!"

A flash of light, a tear-stricken face, and a blade that gleamed under the sunlight as it slowly reached for the next of the latter. It almost seemed like time had slowed down for Suki Takara to see a small bright metallic hue of a dagger reaching for her trachea.

In Kaori's eyes were fury, an intent to hurt—to kill.

But at that split-second moment, her eye gleamed a bright purple shine instinctively. It wasn't out of apparent anger which fueled her action, rather it was a small spark of fear that exploded into something similar to a fight-or-flight situation. Of course, Kaori mirrored this emotion, as a wave of false fear and alert infected her brain.

With another flash, just as Suki Takara jumped away from her spot, Kaori retreated after realizing that her opponent's Quirk was taking effect.

The two were in a distance, now. Both panting from the fright that mirrored each other's expressions.

However, Suki was trembling more than she needed to. She didn't know why she had done that, but a part of her understood why it was justified—or at least, she WANTED it to feel like her actions were justified.

The record kept spinning, over and over again telling her that it was not her fault. Yet, she knew that she was just trying to hide her true feelings.

"I just want to die…" She muttered inside her head, "Make it stop. I don't want to fight anymore. Tsukinose, please, make it stop…"

She expected Kaori to strike her again—she wished Kaori did, never had she ever wanted to feel this much guilt and confusion inside her mind. It was as if her emotions fought against each other, each trying to justify the other;

"I didn't do anything wrong!" and "You did everything wrong!" echoed.

Suki at least wanted Kaori to understand, but she knew that that moment would never come. All she wanted from the girl was just to end her and make their situation even; to make whatever conflict she was feeling to stop.

That was until she was surprised when she made eye contact with Kaori.

The other girl was panting, however that was not all that she did; in fact, Suki was confused why she had made that kind of expression that she had, almost like a mixture of guilt and realization as she grasped her dagger holding hand by the wrist, trying to stop it from moving.

In the distance, a robot was wailing in agony, "Great job… Not to think that I just told you to not kill each other…"

Suki said nothing, she stared onto oblivion, her head filling with more and more questions.

"Fuck it… that's ENOUGH from yous!" a voice said aloud, a couple of footsteps coming closer to them.

At first, she thought it was Adachi, she had enough from being scolded by him. But it was not…

Date Takehiro seemed to have seen better days; his costume was covered in dust and burn marks, especially his boots which seemed to have blackened completely from heat. The gauntlets on his arms creaked and cried as he stretched his beefy arms.

He caught sight of Suki and his eyes started to look quite somber, "Really?! Really, we JUST survived damnation and this is what you do?!"

His crass attitude immediately made Suki to pay no attention to the lumbering boy, he'll probably just make another comment about her breasts. She didn't care, she didn't want to care. Nothing mattered to her at the moment.

But when he turned to Kaori too, it was then she realized he probably wasn't playing around, "And YOU! Wasn't it bad enough that you had a fight with her ONCE?!"

When Kaori threw away her face, Suki could see the gleam of reflection, "… Sorry."

Suki said nothing, standing still by the edge of the level.

Date noticed the look she had on her face, "You seriously aren't THAT upset at yourself for not being able to beat up Tsukinose, are you?"

"WHO'S UPSET AT—" She stopped, midway through her outburst, unknowingly feeling a wave of emotions flooding her. She tried hiding her face again, knowing that what Date said was true, she WAS upset but it wasn't at Tsukinose, "Go away."

"Look, mate," Date curled his lips, "it's done, okay? Let's just go back to our dorms, cool?"

"Shut up," Suki scoffed sarcastically, yet a pain in her heart made it almost came out as a croak, "Can't you just fucking leave me alone, you brute? What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Date said in incredulity, putting a hand over his large chest in disbelief, "What's wrong with you?! I almost DIED because of you two! You put us all through you bullshit excuse of a minority complex, and lemme guess: you haven't even apologized to any of that, have you?!"

"I DON'T KNOW, LEAVE ME ALONE, GODDAMMIT!" She immediately stomped away in anger. Again, tears threatened to leave her eyes. She didn't need this, she didn't want anyone to see her ever again, especially not Date.

Just when she was already several steps away, Kaori Tsukinose said aloud, "Seiji was asking for you!"

She didn't know what to say, time just seemed to stop. When she looked back, she didn't expect to see Kaori on an equal level of understanding as her. However, she didn't want to hear it, not from her, "… So?!"

"I'm… sorry about before, but I realized my mistake now," Kaori said again, "I heard everything from Seiji and you're right… I shouldn't boss everything by myself…"

She couldn't turn around and face him, something was still eating her from deep inside, "Peh! Like YOU would know anything about anything! Orimura probably said that to make me feel bad, right?"

Then, Kaori scrunched her face, "He saved you… doesn't that mean anything?"

Yes… it did, "NO IT DIDN'T! God… don't ever talk to me again. I don't want to get close to YOU and your knives!"

"I WASN'T—" Kaori stopped, her shoulders rising in fury, her knuckles tightened, she tried to stop her hiccups but she only knew it was futile, "… I was jealous."

Suki stopped again, but hearing that from Kaori just felt wrong somehow. When she turned around, she didn't expect Kaori to look so… desperate. It was the one thing Suki hated her for, and that was when she clearly acted bossy, but now she seemed lost.

"I was jealous that I couldn't beat you… I tried to hide from the fact that not everything was my business. When I knew that Jun was dying, instead of helping I only made it worse. Now when I see that I could've gotten you killed—that you were like this because of me—I felt sick. Even more so when Seiji himself had to put up with everything for you," She was holding her heart, almost seemed like she was aching, "I just wanted this program to go well… I never wanted anyone to get hurt…"

The world mirrored what she spoke about; the mall, what happened with Jun, what happened to Seiji, what could've happened to Suki, perhaps all of it took a toll on Kaori. Some kind of survivor's guilt.

"Oh my god," Date muttered under his breath, there was some sort of pitch in his tone that didn't sound like what he usually was, it sounded almost serious, "Look, let's just go back to the dorms, would that make you feel better?"

Make her feel better? Was she allowed to feel better? She didn't know, "I… I don't… Gah!" She shouted into the air, unable to express her feelings about the whole situation, "Why do you care?! Just leave me alone!"

"Because I hate people who think that they're only worth something when they win something," He told her, his voice louder than his usual pompous attire, "Don't you fucking remember what we did months ago? What the hell happened to that? You know if you keep acting like that, Orimura's sacrifice would mean nothing, right?"

Right… Seiji Orimura… her foil…. She somehow felt like she wasn't allowed to hate him or like him, probably because she mentally couldn't. The reason why was unknown, but she knew as much as the other person that what he did truly left a mark within her.

"Whatever…" Suki finally muttered out as they wind blew once more, hugging her own figure in need of heat, "Nothing's gonna change."

The wind was blowing, but Date seemed unfaltering, "Of course, somethin's changing! Compare you back then and the you now. You came from a real shit place, and trust me, I know what it's like when people try to hold you down. But it must've took a lot of willpower to stand up to people, right?"

"You don't know that."

"Oh, man, I know," Date said again in the same low yet serious voice, "Tell me that wasn't you being controlled by your inferiority complex."

"… So, what? There was no future for me from the beginning, so it's pointless… pointless for me to try and do… anything…" Her nose felt burning, but this didn't feel like the same burn when her father had slapped her.

Burning, burning, eating everything up to ashes; her heart desired no more but to be taken away from all the pain. Enough is enough, she didn't understand why she needed to go through all this.

"You're wrong!" Kaori said again, "I—"

"No," Suki snapped at her, "Not from you! I… I had enough! I don't want to hear it anymore! I don't… I don't want to feel this way… Why can't I just… why can't I just disappear…?"

Both Kaori and Date watched as Suki suddenly grasped the hem of her paling hair with her trembling hands. Her knees suddenly gave up, and she fell towards the ground with a soft sobbing. It seemed like everything around her was tumbling down, with her feelings and beliefs conflicting against each other.

She was crying, a lot. Unable to suppress the confusion she felt.

"I don't… I don't want to feel like this…" She cried.

"You don't have to," Kaori told her firmly, "I don't want to let down whatever Seiji believed you to be… Please, tell me."

Just as Kaori was taking a step forward, Suki began to spoke, "I don't know… who I am supposed to be…" She muttered out, just loud enough to be heard, "I… I've always been thinking I was a villain… even then I believed that I was useless. When we fought together at the Arena… it was the happiest I've ever been because finally… finally I was being someone… even if that was something I wasn't borne to be. Because of that I wanted to be a hero so bad. But I kept failing at my grades, I couldn't become… I ran out of control… If I started being a hero again I… I'm scared that I'd hurt someone again…"

It took an entire minute until she regained her senses.

"Did Seiji really think of me that way?"

Nobody answered, but then Kaori realized that Suki was talking to her, "I wouldn't doubt it."

"…Is he sure?"

"Uh…" Date began, "You know he broke his spine for you, right?"

"Date!" Kaori gasped in incredulity, in which he immediately tried reasoning with her.

"Whaaaaat?!" Date Takehiro threw his beefy arms up, "Look, I know I'm the last fucking guy to say this but… well… it's not too late to change, y'know. Seiji's that kind of guy! She shouldn't… take things too hard on herself. If she keeps doing this, she'll have her head wrapped around it till she pops. Just be herself and all that crap."

The voice that she heard wasn't entirely genuine, there was a bit of an off vocal tone here and there, almost as if he was squeaking.

"Not that I would know anything, OBVIOUSLY," He backtracked in a loud fit, "I mean… people still want to forgive and forget… So long I don't get killed again."

Yet, that was enough for Suki to let out a small giggle, until she burst out laughing like a maniac. Of course, this came as a surprise from both Kaori and Date—especially Date who had just felt like he was insulted through all his skin and bones.

Suki didn't stand up from where she crouched, head still hiding between her knees, covered in thigh-high socks. Her body could be seen trembling, almost like she was softly sobbing. However, that wasn't the case. Trembling, quite so, unable to stop it, even. But, the ay she sobbed, it wasn't out of sadness, rather, she was trying to control her laughs which made her chest feel very painful.

Seeing Date like this, it came as a surprise to her, but that wasn't what brought her to feel like this, it was the fact that despite it all there were people who still wanted her to change…

"You're nothing but a villain," She remembered again, until she mused again to herself, "Well… it's not so bad, then."

Kaori, for the first time in her life, didn't know what to do. She thought she did the right thing with Jun, but that surely backfired, so she almost doubted herself in trying to pester with Suki.

Just as she was in loss for words, Suki spoke up again, "Did Kobayashi say anything to you, Takehiro?"

Date blinked, "Euh, nah."

"Alright," She muttered under her breath before standing up, "guess I'll have to start somewhere then."

"Suki?" Kaori said, feeling confused.

"What about… what if I apologize," Suki cut her off with a rather distinctive tone, almost as if it was sounded like a doubt in between confidence, "to Seiji Orimura, I mean."

"… All he wanted from you is that you're here for him," Kaori responded, "For us."

"Is that really okay?"

"Of course."

"What about you, Takehiro?" She asked again, "Will you be okay with me?"

This sudden confidence struck Date by surprise, he almost got taken aback, "Well yeah, can't dwell in the past forever. Gotta make peace with it."

So, basically, he didn't hold any grudges against her.

"Y'know," She said, "I never got to say… sorry…"

"Me too," Kaori remarked, hanging her head, "I'll help. With whatever you want to do to help."

When Date didn't answer, he was met with a rather sharp glare from Kaori. "What? I did say I was getting sick of being put on the edge of fucking limbo because of you two. Don't I get a credit after the shit I've been through?"

"Hehe," That was the thought process Suki used to have wasn't it? "Fuck you."

Date's eyes widened at this, "Well, that was a fucking—"

"And thank you."

"…plot twist…" Date shook his head, almost in disbelief, "Right."

"So, what do you want to do now?" Kaori asked her after a pregnant pause.

There was a shred of uncertainty at that very second, for she knew what she wanted, but not how she wanted it. In a nutshell, it was as if she had a blink of thought shimmering under her confidence and resolution that asked her "Should I? Or shouldn't I?"

"I can help, if you want," Kaori reassured her again.

Then, Suki sighed under her breath, "I want to apologize… to both Orimura and Kobayashi. I want to thank Orimura for still believing in me, and I regret ever putting Kobayashi in that situation. Mind you, I didn't think that he'll go that far with you and Jun."

Kaori giggled softly, "I underestimated him, too. I let my guard down, which I shouldn't have."

"… How's Hamada, by the way?"

Of course, that question made Kaori got taken aback, "I… I don't know honestly. I hope the both of us could talk it out after this… that is if he still didn't have any grudges against me…"

Suki honestly felt sorry for her, but she guessed that she was directly responsible as well knowing that Tarasu Kobayashi was cornering him under her commands.

"…You should better off going to Seiji first, whenever you feel like it," Kaori suggested, "And if it doesn't come to you the chance to speak with Tarasu, I will always take your place. Besides… I guess I needed to talk about the Jun problem as well."

It was then that Suki decided to look back at Kaori, who merely returned to her a smile. Why a smile? She wondered. But then she realized that it was because she hadn't stopped crying when she looked at her.

"We'll always be there to help you, Suki," Kaori said in a cheerful tone, yet… there was this little hint in her voice that almost sounded like Suki when she always felt like a thousand daggers were stabbing at her throat, "So… please, be there for us."

Some kind of wet lodge in Kaori's throat, soft enough to be heard only by a faint ghost, but Suki noticed it.

The feeling was all too familiar.

"… Okay."

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It had been a few days since then, and here she was again at Ground Beta standing at the exact same spot, wearing the exact same costume.

She looked at the palms of her hand in a resurging feeling of nausea. It was the same place where she felt the deepest of rock bottom; such a memory was too painful to bear as she stared into the darkness of her heart still finding the emotion lingering in the depths.

It was the same as it had been back then, but now, the hateful feeling she felt wasn't towards herself, but towards the emotion in itself.

She shook her head, trying to drown away the thoughts that she had at that day, everything was going fine, there is no point in shouldering the burden now that she ha decided to turn over a new leaf and start over as a different person.

It seemed like the wind, even in summer, blew the strongest in Ground Beta that day. Her cape was flailing, so did her hair, and so did her skirt. Under the sun gleamed the new, better looking costume of hers since the Battle Trial; now equipped with a utility belt and emergency harnesses, as well as climbing boots and friction gloves. She didn't want last time to happen again, after all.

Thinking about this made her somewhat happy, knowing that she was making change.

"Change…" She said to herself in verbatim, "I wonder if I'll keep changing like this."

It had only been a few months, after all. Well, time did feel faster when you are training to become heroes.

"Yo," Said a voice as it came up to her. Date had broken off from his group to strike a few words at her, it seemed, "You hanging, okay?"

Suki didn't answer, mainly because she didn't know what to answer. Date, as of late, seemed to be looking at her less and less lecherously, and well, that was completely out of character for him. Maybe she had been the one acting out of character and he didn't like that.

Fortunately for her, she didn't need to answer as her teammate came up to both of them and answered for her.

"Hello, Date," Kaori Tsukinose spoke, wearing her skintight jumpsuit with belts of knives, "Is there something you need?"

"Nah," He said, shaking his head and pursing his lips, "Just checkin' round is all."

This made Kaori smile, "That's very kind of you Date. Rest assured, we'll be fine for the rest of the lesson."

"Hell yeah, you would," Date barked aloud, before sighing, "It's been a damn stressing coupl'a days. Scared if had gotten to you guys."

"Could it be that you're worried?" Kaori tried to joke.

"Don't be stupid," He was quick to retort, it seemed, "I don't want to lose this program as much as the next person. The first thing I'm worrying is having my only chance to redemption taken away from me. No offense."

"None taken," Suki said monotonously, she had found her voice.

To anyone it was obvious that Date was as blunt as ever, with the edge of his tongue lacking any sense of empathy at all. However, that was not the case for Suki, for she knew that somehow—deep inside—Date understood her pain.

Maybe she needed to ask him someday.

"Well, you two better keep it together," Date scolded as his finger pointed at both the girls, almost like a father scolding his daughters, "I'm going."

It wasn't until a second later that the atmosphere suddenly started to turn heavy.

Both Kaori and Suki exchanged looks, in which the former said "Guess we'll better get going too, huh?"

There was a small silence, until Suki nodded.

The both of them, along with their two other teammates: Miyu Yakushi and Kudou Satou, to dash into Ground Beta in search for their respective area to train. Of course, it was no easy task considering how gigantic Ground Beta was. Fortunately for them—or at least for Kaori and Suki—they had at least memorized a percentage of them during their last time here.

Passing through giant abandoned factories and deserted buildings, they came across a clearing of a parking lot; of course, it was the parking lot that both Kaori and Suki's team had fought during the Battle Trials.

Seeing the environment around them, noticing the light poles, faint ground paint, and the ooze of dust, Kaori turned to her teammate and spoke, "Brings back memories, huh?"

"… I guess," Of course, only bad memories were what Suki had of that certain day.

Judging from Kaori's expression a moment later, it seemed like she shared some of that, too, "I know… it bothers me that we're here, too. I guess the memory just keeps jamming my head cogs like a monkey wrench."

"Was I…" Suki stopped, trying to rethink of whether or not it was okay for her to say it, "Was I any good?"

"Hm?" Kaori blinked, "Well… you weren't bad. Of course, there's need to be some development one way or another!" She laughed, before trailing off, "… So do I."

Suki was at a loss for words once more. As they both slowed down, regrouping with the rest of their team, Suki had a time to think for herself. After a short musing, she said "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Do you… remember what I said that day?" She asked.

Kaori pondered for a moment, before her face almost flushed in a rather uncomfortable light.

Suki realized it was too much of a sensitive subject, or something of that sort. She sighed, "I said that I was going to prove to you that I was better, right?"

"Y-yes, you did say that," Kaori nodded in agreement, "Why?"

"I guess I wanted to… make peace with the past? Is that what Date said?" It was what Suki initially thought, but how could she put it in a way that it wouldn't at all ruin her pride by showing how she actually paid attention to that brute of a boy's words, "I'd hate it if I lose to you again."

"But, Suki—"

"Well, not that I'd hate you otherwise," She continued, "I'd hate myself—I think—if I keep sinking down to submission. I keep… having these damn thoughts ever since I spoke to Seiji. It's like… I want a motivation… or rather, I need a motivation."

Kaori's mouth formed into an 'o', until she realized something, "Are… you and Seiji… on first-name terms now?"

Hearing this, Suki made a look of ultimate shock, "Hell no! It just slipped my tongue! We just talked! Talked!" she then realized her outburst and took in a deep breath, "He… made me realize… or sort off. Point is, I know what I want now."

"That's great," Kaori replied after several seconds, "I would be honored to be your rival."

"Right," Suki muttered under her breath, she couldn't quite put it to words but she felt some sort of weird mixture of relief and disappointment, "You… wouldn't be bothered to s-show me some tricks… would you?"

Right out of the pages of Seiji Orimura's guide to trust other people, quite like how Suki put it herself on making sense of Seiji Orimura's overly tolerant attitude.

"Of course!" Kaori beamed, "You still have the same chance of being a hero as us, after all!"

"Huh…" Suki thought to herself in surprise, "Just like how Orimura had said it…"

"Oh look!" A cheery, bubbly voice broke out from behind them. It was Kudou Satou who, surprisingly, was being carried on Mika Tatsuya's back, "Suki made a weird face!"

The topic of Mika backpacking Kudou out of the way, Suki did realize the kind of face she was making.

She prodded at her cheeks, her lips, her eyes, her nose, and finally came to the conclusion: what a weird smile she had!

"Eh?! Uhh… Ah! Eeh?!" She stammered uncontrollably, a rising sense of weird pride-eating feeling making her heart hammering inside her chest, "SHUT UP, DON'T LOOK AT ME!"

It took a few moments until Kaori had to regain herself from what seemed like an eternity. Granted, she didn't actually see the smile on Suki's face, however, just imagining could even get a giggle out of her.

Then, she took note of both Mika and Kudou, "Why are you carrying him on your back?"

She seemed to be feeling a tinge of pity of the robotic girl, seeing how her small stature was carrying a boy bigger than herself. Despite that Kudou was smaller Kaori herself, he was still a weight to carry.

"I am experiencing no problems, Kaori Tsukinose," Mika said, almost energetically, "This is merely a training to improve my Physical Examinations. As they all say 'two heads are better than one', or so the saying goes."

"I'll be my entire life savings that little psycho told you that," Suki commented with a vexed tone.

Their conversation was cut to a pause when a static voice rang out from all around them, "GOOD MORNING, CHILDREN! AREN'T YOU ALL EXCITED FOR TODAY'S LESSON! I KNOW I AM!"

It was obviously Sunny Wukong's voice judging from the tone of his shouts, but was it really necessary to be that loud?

"SPLENDID CHILDREN! NOW, AS YOU ALL WOULD HAVE KNOWN, TODAY'S CURRICULUM COVERS—" His loud static shouts came to a stop, there was an awkward pause… Until it started again, "WHAT WAS THAT? THEY CAN HEAR ME JUST FINE EVEN IF I DON'T SHOUT? YOU'RE SAYING I SHOULDN'T SHOUT INTO THE MIC?"

Then, what was heard was a weird thud, before a new voice came to be heard, "—Give me that…" it was Hisaki Adachi's, it seemed like he was there as well, "Alright, children, for today's lesson we are covering a search and rescue operation. There will be three groups and three areas for each group, and when you're all gathered there, you are tasked to find—"

"TASKED TO FIND THREE BLACK BOXES!" Sun Wukong's voice came to fill the airspace again, "YES, CHILDREN, THREE. BLACK. BOXES! WHICH WILL BE HIDDEN IN YOUR AREA, GUARDED BY HORDES OF U.A. ROBOTS!"

"Huh," Kaori mused, "So Adachi's here."

Suki noticed her expression, which signaled a look of uncertainty, "Heard he was getting replaced?"

"… Yeah," Kaori's voice trailed away, before chuckling, "Kind of refreshing to hear him again."

Suki said nothing, but she mirrored the nostalgic look Kaori had.

"ONCE THIS ANNOUNCEMENT ENDS, IN ABOUT TWO MINUTES, ALL OF YOU ARE FREE TO GO!" Sunny's static voice shouted again, "GOOD LUCK, MY CHILDREN!"

"Haha, Sun Wukong sure has enthusiasm. I guess we can give him credit for that," Kaori tried to make the atmosphere less weird, as well as trying to take note the of the surroundings as she turned to Kudou Satou, "Did you find anything worth mentioning up there?"

Kudou did a quick salute, "Sir, no, sir!"

"Were you expecting something else?" Suki remarked bluntly.

In which, Kaori shrugged, "Well it was worth the shot."

"Sir, I will keep watch of every incident, sir!" Kudou said confidently, "No sir, not one incident sir. Nothing will pass Kudou Satou the lookout!"

It was at that moment an explosion decided to occur with a loud KA-BOOOOOM!

They all looked at the source of the shockwave, which by no mean a stranger. A rising smoke of dust, like watching a mortar falling on top of a building. They recognized the force of nature in which that explosion had came from, and finally realized the conclusion they've all been waiting for: the lesson was starting.

There was a full five seconds of silent, before Kudou cried out:

"Lookout!"

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"Oh, sober up, Adachi!"

Sunny Wukong's loud pompous voice broke the silence in the wide opening field. Only two people were there today, and the both of them seemed so out of place it was written all over their faces.

Hisaki Adachi himself could have used a few more days of sleep, and his friend the Chinese Number 1 Hero wasn't making it any better.

"I'm fine," Adachi tried to reassure him, the tone of his voice just dropping a little bit, "You didn't have to do this if you don't want to."

"If I didn't want to?" Of course, Sunny just laughed again, "It was my lifelong dream to be teaching future heroes from other countries, my friend! I had spent all night to make my daring speech to get them all hyped!"

Hyped. Daring. It seemed like Sunny had yet to get accustomed with the nouns.

"Yes, but you're not even supposed to be here until next semester," Adachi said. There was a hint on his expression that somehow signaled the emotion of exasperation.

Well, it wasn't as if Adachi wished to be rude enough to distance Sun Wukong from where he literally had the rights to be, but rather Adachi would prefer it if Sun Wukong wouldn't bother himself with what was not supposed to be his job.

Adachi was trying to present his class to the future homeroom teacher, after all. Wouldn't it be logical for him to at least supervise today's lesson?

He supposed it wouldn't hurt, at least, "Well, would you have preferred me to sit back and watch, then?"

"Oh, it would be an honor to be judged by you, my friend," Sunny said ecstatically, "I'm so excited, Hisaki!"

As they stood on top of the rectangular podium, free from the dustiness of the Ground Beta environment, Adachi stared at his wristwatch for about ten seconds, the robots weren't supposed to attack for another sixty.

After that… after that Adachi would retire.

KA-BOOOOOM!

That explosion caught Adachi by surprise, and when he looked up towards the horizon, he saw a rising ball of dust and debris. Someone had already started ahead of schedule.

He narrowed his eyebrows, "…The lesson hasn't started yet."

And just from that, he knew all to well who the culprit was. A rising blackness churned inside his stomach as he raced towards the mic with an already arranged plan of what he wanted to do. However, just as he was getting to the mic, Sun Wukong stopped him with an extended arm and a rather manic grin.

Confused, it took Adachi a second to regain himself, "Sunny, I can handle this."

"No, my friend," Sunny responded simply, "Let me handle this. If there is only one way that I can prove to you that your children would be on safe hands then let me at least teach them this one time."

Safe hands… Was it a wise decision to take a step back? Adachi was almost unsure with himself.

A lifelong dream to teach was one thing, a selfish goal to prove the world that even delinquents can become heroes was another. To Adachi, it was the latter, and he had sworn to turn them into heroes one way or another, which was why he decided to give this responsibility to someone more experienced in the first place.

Sun Wukong was a lot of thing, but he wasn't an amateur hero, "I will take over what you've spent your whole life trying to prove."

Adachi's words were lodged inside his throat, and so he said nothing and took a step back. He was scared, scared of doing the wrong thing. Was this a wise decision? Or was it better to do it by himself? He couldn't tell.

Sunny came to the front of the podium with his hands behind his back, staring at the dust rising in the sky. There was a smile on his face, a rather powerful smile, before he reached out his hand and pressed a button on the mic.

In an instant, the alarms blared, signaling the start of the lesson.

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"JUN STOP THIS!"

Miyu Yakushi's voice rang out through the area, where it desperately fought the sound of the alarm, the wind, and the shockwaves that echoed powerfully through Ground Beta.

Two people stood behind her: Oboro Kirikagure and Tarasu Kobayashi, mirroring the frantic look she had, and in front of her was the personification of nature's anger itself.

Jun Hamada cannot be stopped, not that there was ever the time where he could be stopped without having to hurt himself first. Watching him as he mowed his way through the building, destroying dozens and dozens of lifeless robots, it seemed too good to be true when they remembered how he was back then at the Battle Trial.

His arms vibrated, ready to let out his full power at any given moment.

Punch here, punch there, all without saying a word. As his team followed into the inside of the building, there was almost nothing left of the robots but their broken bodies. Only the crimson red of his overcoat could be clearly seen from the dusty aftermath.

"Oh bother," One robot said, "I'm not even going to stay alive anyway."

Tarasu Kobayashi could be seen jumping in from what was left of the front entrance, he looked back and noticed something, "The alarm just stopped."

"Useless, wasn't it?" Oboro Kirikagure clicked his tongue, staring intently at Jun Hamada.

His teammate said nothing, their conversation was cut short when they heard Miyu Yakushi once again screaming into the air to try and reach out to Jun Hamada.

"Oh… come on, seriously?!" It was like a field day for her, and of course, considering the stakes of the class, it was obvious that she didn't want Jun to further exploit his powers in front of someone who was supposed to be their new homeroom teacher. She then turned to the rest two of her teammates, "Can't you guys help me, or something?!"

"You've seen what happen when he goes berserk," Oboro argued, "No way in hell will I go against that!"

He wasn't wrong, Miyu thought to herself in disappointment, "But we gotta do something at least!"

"Oh, do we?" Oboro said sarcastically, turning his heels to the outside of the building, "Remind me again why we need to do something about someone who was supposed to be someone else's problem?"

"Someone else's—" Miyu could almost not swallow that sentence. It almost seemed too appalling to imagine what Oboro was thinking about at that moment, and she knew all to well that he wasn't acting like himself, "Jun is our classmate! He has at least the same significance as you do, dickhead!"

Of course, handling anger and emotions wasn't exactly Miyu Yakushi's best talent, but it did present what she wanted to say. Oboro, on the other hand, hid his feelings well, which would often come out as heartless and emotionless to others. But now, he had a good reason to do so.

"Does it matter?" He quickly retaliated, "Adachi's not going to be here anymore, isn't he? If we're lucky, Tremor-boy will follow suite. Besides, it's not like the program's gonna let him die anyway."

Heartless, yet… it was logical for him to think so. After all, all of them saw firsthand how dangerous Jun was in battle. Had it not been for the fact that nobody had any control of what to do, Oboro wouldn't have acted this way. However, for Miyu, it wasn't about whether or not Jun would kill himself or others first, it was that she had feared that it would destroy the many months she had spent with her new classmates.

In short, even if they couldn't do anything, Miyu will not let what relationship she had built upon the years of outcast to be destroyed from just a snap of a finger, "Kirikagure, this program will not survive without him! You know that!"

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Oboro told her sharply, "Adachi won't let this kid die! Even if he would, it won't matter if Hamada keeps acting like this, anyway! None of it would if he lacked the damn composure and self-control. You, Yakushi, know that better than anyone else."

Of course, she did, and of course Oboro would think this way. She was the one who showed Oboro mercy, after all.

"There's nothing we can do," Oboro remarked again, "Absolutely nothing."

No, Miyu refused to believe that. She couldn't just stand there, wearing the hero costume that her parents had took the time to help her make, and talk about hopelessness.

"We HAVE to do something," Miyu unknowingly raised her voice. She stood her ground, not faltering as she looked eye to eye with the looming boy, "You want to play the quitter go ahead and get out of here, I'm not going to fucking sit around and wait until what last chance I have to redeem myself disappear."

"Fucking A," Oboro spat back, "Let me guess, you'll lullaby him to sleep?"

"Hey genius, you do realize that if he bulldozes the fucking building down on us, you're still going to be under the debris, right?" She had just about enough with Oboro, and finally, she decided that she would not hear it any longer. Perhaps, there was nothing she could do after all, but still, she would not betray her words when she said that she wouldn't just sit around and do nothing.

Oboro said nothing, but Miyu wasn't surprised as much as she was disappointed. If he wouldn't help, then, she would find another way.

Just as she was going to turn around and face the explosions of shockwaves, she realized that her other teammate was nowhere to be seen, only to find him again already walking ahead of them towards the source of said explosions.

Jun was already almost out of sight through all the dust and darkness of the building, with piles and piles of robotic corpse enough to level his knees completely, but Tarasu Kobayashi came up to him and simply landed his palm upon the shorter boy's shoulder.

Jun looked back in sudden primal instinct, his eyes gleaming with pure unadulterated flurry of power, almost as if it was some kind of self defense tactic.

When he came to face Tarasu on the eyes, he simply told the other "Don't touch me," with a growl.

"You're acting stupid again, Hamada," Tarasu chastised, straightening up his back for the first time in his life, "This is getting us nowhere."

Of course, Jun pulled away from the taller boy in anger, "Don't tell me what to do, you fucking cunt."

Tarasu was almost taken aback by his response. Of course, it was no mystery how hostile Jun Hamada was to others, but there was something off with how he was acting today.

The hunched-back boy said nothing, "You do realize you'll just kill yourself at this rate, right?"

"You fucking shut your mouth," Jun warned defensively, his fangs baring, "I don't need YOU—especially you—to fucking chastise me. I'm not gonna lose to you ever again. One day, I'll make you eat shit, alright? All of you—" he gestured, "—when I'm done, I'll fucking kill you all."

"And I'll be you ten thousand bucks Adachi'll like that," it wasn't what Tarasu intended to say, the hunched-back boy had taken what Kaori Tsukinose said to consideration, after all.

But he didn't think Jun would like hearing that.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING SAY THAT NAME!" His outburst wasn't surprising, no, it was the fact that he did it thinking that it had the value of being insulted, "DON'T YOU FUCKING SAY THAT NAME IN FRONT OF ME EVER AGAIN!"

"You know you're really fucking freaking out on us," Tarasu remarked, throwing his hands all over the mounds of corpses of dead robots, "You think that this is what a hero looks like?"

"Oho, pretty fucking mighty of you to think that I—" Jun gestured to himself, before pointing at Tarasu with the middle finger, "—am like you sheeps?"

"At least we're not fucking stupid to break the only beating heart we have," Tarasu said again, "Jun, step the fuck back, man. You're gonna kill someone at this rate."

"Good," He didn't shout, nor did he seemed to mind fighting Tarasu, "Maybe that'll teach you a lesson."

He went ahead again, to the next level of the building, finding himself facing another horde of robots ready to engage at him. The robots programming whirred mechanically as they noticed the opponent and raised their artilleries in response.

Jun did the same, though he seemed to have lack the power to wield his Quirk at full power. He raised his fist in response as well, only to find his wrist caught by someone behind him.

"Yeah, by 'someone' I meant you," Tarasu called out just as he was walking away, his hand holding Jun's trembling arm, "How long do you reckon you'll lose both your fucking limbs before losing your life, eh?"

Jun shot a sharp glare at Tarasu, "Tch… Let go…"

"Jun, listen to me, you little shit," Tarasu spoke to his ear as his grip on Jun's wrist tightened, "Tsukinose told you what would happen and what, you threw that away at face value? You do realize she was right, right? I didn't save your life for nothing. Put down your fucking fist, Jun, and take a step back."

"Tch, don't fuck me with," Jun lowered his voice, "You should've fucking left me to die. Pretty sure you had no problem killing someone."

"Oh, I'll be glad to do so," Tarasu retorted, "Unfortunately that would have looked bad on my job application. But that doesn't matter, not when I know I still have three years to spend with you first."

"Let… go…" Jun was struggling, something that he seemed to have never done before at the hands of another person.

After having a rampage a few seconds ago, he had lost his power, that was for sure, and the only thing he still managed to do was to put out all his determination first and foremost. Tarasu had no doubts that this kid had nerves of steel, as seen how Jun literally suicide bombed himself to kill him. It was the thing killing him, Tarasu mused, remembering what Kaori said to him that day. Of course, he had learned not to underestimate the short boy, but there was still a risk that someone would get hurt by his hands.

At the deal of freedom and redemption, he had decided to help Kaori Tsukinose to make sure that this program reached its goal. It was a risky gamble, but he was an opportunistic man, and this is an opportunity which wouldn't come for another decade.

So, he took her words to consideration, something about him being helping the H.R.I for a good cause. Unfortunately, Kaori Tsukinose wasn't here, so what would someone like her do?

"This is our chance!" One of the robots beeped, its red eye shining with determination, "Don't let them get to the hostage my fellow robotic allies!"

Waves of them sped towards the two students who were currently engaged in a tug of war between themselves. Tarasu had no choice but to let go of Jun's arm when he saw that the robots were getting too close for comfort.

He spun behind him, just as a robotic opponent leaped several times its boxed height with the help of its suspensions attached to the bottom wheel. It didn't take Tarasu even a second to grow a blade of diamond out of his arm, what remained of the robot was divided into two parts, vertically sliced clean from the top to the bottom.

Out of the corners of his eye, he saw Jun Hamada dashing away through the hordes of robots. Gritting his teeth, Tarasu tried to call out, "Oi! Jun, get back here—ACK!"

"Ignore the pipsqueak, fellow robots!" One opponent shouted out in a mechanical tone as it jumped upon Tarasu's back, pouncing him by surprise, "That little human has no power to defeat us all! Defeat the boy cladded in jewelry first, my friends!"

"Defeat the jewelry boy!" They chanted as they began pouncing upon Tarasu one by one, with more and more holding him by the foot to disable mobility, "Defeat the jewelry boy!"

Tarasu was cornered, he had taken the situation to lightly. It seemed like he couldn't focus on Jun Hamada too much with all these robots running around. The way these boxed-like things rattled mechanically as they rode his hunched back like a rodeo made him mad, but the fact that they called him 'jewelry boy' had put the icing on the cake.

Piles upon piles of robots, all not even higher than Tarasu's calf, swallowed his body. The single red eye they had on top of their little necks beeped joyously, "We did it, friends! We took the jewelry boy down! Hip-hip… hoor-AAAAAAAAAA—"

The grounds cracked beneath their feet and rows of diamond spikes rose like waves before throwing every single robot away, some even getting pierced by the spikes. The aftermath was left with just a ring of giant spikes, before a foot stepped forward from the rings.

"Should've slept more," Tarasu commented with a tired tone. His bare chest now growing rows of diamond-like armor, "Now where is… oh no…"

Looking for Jun was hard, noting that he was smaller than all the other children, but now that the robots were smaller Tarasu had the advantage of spotting him easily. However, he did not bet on him getting cornered by robots as well.

"Let go of me you recycle bin trash!" Jun barked in anger as two robots grabbed ahold of the hem of his crimson overcoat, while another was straddling him by the neck, "I'll turn you into fucking dystopia, you deadbolted rustbucket! I'll scrap your fucking Skynet asses into oblivion!"

He went on to madly spout out insults as he helplessly tried to get the robot on his back off of him. The two robots holding his overcoat exchanged glances, "Wow, are all humans born with this little self-control?"

"I'm more surprised that he has more insults than our programmed dictionary has words."

Tarasu got to the scene a few moments later, easily knocking the surrounding robots away from Jun. The shorter boy spun around from the last robot which was riding his neck like a rodeo. Just as its metallic grip loosened, Jun immediately threw the robot to the ground with a loud crash.

He grunted and growled, punching his fist to break the robot's body to no avail. Tarasu noticed this and then proceeded to notice his bleeding knuckles, why wasn't he using his Quirk?

Considering how their designated building only had three floors in total, perhaps he could wrap this lesson up without Jun creating more collateral damage, "Jun, come on, we need to hurry to the last f—"

"SHUT UP!" Jun barked back without even listening to what Tarasu had to say.

He kept punching the last robot with all his might, each strike of his fist had a lag in between as if he stopped from pain or trying to push whatever left of his power to push his Quirk out.

"God fucking dammit," Tarasu cursed to himself, reaching out to Jun's wrist once more as he raised his fist for another strike, "Jun stop this bullshit, goddammit! You're not helping anyone's case, even less for yourself! Fucking think for once! Quit acting like a goddamn whiny bitch!"

"What do you know, you block-headed asshole!" Jun spat back, still trying to land his fist to the poor dented robot before him, "I'm… I'm not fucking done yet!"

"You've said that for the last few millennia, you idiot!" Tarasu told him, "and nothing's fucking changing! Quit it! You're making this worse for everyone!"

"Let me go and I'll show you WORSE!" and just like that the fist that was intended to punch the last remaining robot slipped past Tarasu's grip and collided with the taller boy's torso, sending him flying backwards with a THOOOM!

It was a very bad timing for both Miyu Yakushi and Oboro Kirikagure, as they almost got hit by a Tarasu's body flying towards them. They dodged the projectile just in time for it to get himself stuck in a wall.

"Oh, fuck me," Oboro cursed loudly, noticing that Tarasu's effort to communicate with Jun had been rendered useless, "Now what?"

Miyu gulped, almost running out of ideas, "You know we can't just let him be like this. He probably spent the last drop of hi energy on that punch."

"Well, if we're lucky maybe he'll get that black box for us!" Oboro shouted out in a sarcastic manner.

"Yeah, that is if he doesn't bite the big one first," Tarasu spoke from behind them, his body still lodged into the wall like a nail, "Yakushi is right, he doesn't have enough power to go on. If we can't talk him out of this then we'll force him."

Oboro seemed less than pleased, "Wha—Why in the hell are you siding with her? Hamada's not gonna fucking die, you do know that, right?"

"Don't underestimate the kid," Tarasu nonchalantly replied, "The boy's too stubborn for his own good. If he wanted to, he could lose his life or make others lose theirs, like what would've happened if I hadn't helped saving him that time."

With a light push, he jumped down from the literal hole in the wall, before mildly brushing his skin from the dust and debris. He slowly readjusted his muscles and bones, that punch from Jun did a number on his ribs, however it was nothing fatal.

"Yakushi, I need you to immobilize him just enough so he doesn't get to move," He told his female teammate, before turning to Oboro, "You feel free to do what you want. Try not to hold me down."

"Oi!" Oboro said in response, almost feeling insulted, "What about the lesson? We're supposed to get the black box, remember?"

"We'll get that last," Tarasu told him, "It won't matter if Hamada killed himself first. That, or he makes a fool of himself by destroying the whole building."

Oboro grumbled, "Fine. I'll go get the fucking black box."

"I don't care, otherwise."

And with that, Tarasu sped forwards, trying to catch up to Jun. Miyu wasn't given enough time to prepare herself, but it seemed like Tarasu knew what to do so she decided to put her faith in whatever he had planned. Of course, Miyu herself wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing, knowing that she had taken what Oboro said into consideration. Looking back at the looming boy she gave him one last look of determination as the two of them followed Tarasu, but Oboro said nothing, only a blank look of disgust splattered across his face.

Meanwhile, Jun Hamada was clutching his trembling hands, having only to reach halfway towards the stairs leading to the third and final floor. He bit his bottom lip before looking up, there were still many opponent robots left, some of which he didn't even get to finish off.

He cursed inside his mind, feeling the pain on his knuckles slowly rising up to his mind, "NO! I'm not gonna lose to this one. Just watch me. I'll retrieve the black box mys—"

Just before he had anything else to say, he felt his movements stopped by a sudden grip around his legs. He looked down, and saw pale white bone sticking out from the ground, wrapping his legs to form a grotesque version of it.

He couldn't move, he couldn't even break it, not with the amount of strength he had. What's worse, the pale bone prison was rising up to his crotch, then to his chest, before engulfing him completely from the neck down.

"What the—" He tried to compose himself to address his situation, but he already figured out what had happened when he caught sight of the skeletal looking girl at the corner of his eye, "UNHAND ME YOU BITCH!"

Miyu was used to insults and bad words, she even taught her brothers some of them, but there was something from Jun's mouth which gave his insults more layers of spite that made her cringe.

"Tarasu was right," MIyu thought to herself as she noticed something, "It seemed like Jun had already lost most of his power to activate his Quirk…"

"You keep him there," The hunched-back boy said to Miyu as he proceeded to defend both her and Jun from the remaining opponent robots, "Make sure he doesn't get out."

"I'm going to get the black box before the time runs out," Oboro muttered with low tone as he walked up to the stairs, "What a drag…"

"NO, YOU'RE FUCKING NOT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Jun struggled under the mold of bones, grunting and barking madly like a cornered rat.

"Yes, he is," Tarasu said back, "And that'll be enough from you."

"NO!" Jun screamed again, his veins popping, "NO! NO! LET ME GO! YOU WON'T TAKE THIS FROM ME!"

"Jun stop this!" Miyu tried to get her words in again, "Okay? You're not yourself! We'll handle the rest of it!"

"SHUT UP!" He said in response, thrashing his head against the bone around his neck, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! LIKE HELL I'M GONNA LET YOU HUMILIATE ME AGAIN!"

"You're only humiliating yourself if you keep acting like this," Tarasu spouted back, keeping the three of them from being surrounded by robots, "Sit the fuck down, you hear?"

He shook his head and tried to drown his thoughts away from Jun's constant screaming, he learned that it was not the best to do at this kind of situation where you are practically surrounded by enemies. Oboro could handle himself just fine, Tarasu's job was to make sure as Jun was being put neutral, no robots will interfere and make his job harder.

Miyu Yakushi did the best she could to help them. These robots were smart, almost as if they were programmed with strategized attacks. Well, it would make sense since they were in a hostage rescue situation. As another horde tried to flank Tarasu, she immediately stopped them with another wave of bony spikes protruding out of the ground the second she stomped her foot outwards. The robots came tumbling down with static cries, and Miyu still had a capacity of her Quirk stored in her. However, their number was still in the dozens, not to mention their metallic body made it twice as hard to destroy, it was going to be a long lesson.

She looked back at Jun, and saw him still struggling to break free. His face was slowly coloring itself red, almost as if he was being constipated. It was a pain to see him like this, knowing that Miyu knew how it felt like being trapped between a prickly mass of bones, struggling would only make it more uncomfortable.

Just as she turned her head away, she had overlooked one robot which was slowly crawling up from Jun's leg towards his torso, "Target can't move, yes? Very easy to take down, yes? I'll make you pay for what you did to my pretty face, yes?"

Jun immediately recognized the robot as the one he had failed to finish as he lacked to power to break through its metallic shell. The robot, however, was in a bad shape, as its head was dented inwards and the red light that was its eye blinked softly in a dim hue, almost as if it had lost some working part of itself.

The robot came up to Jun's wide-open head, which it then proceeded to pull at his cheeks with its blunt pincers, "Little boy broke my face, yes? I'll break yours too, ok?"

However, the robot did not count on the slipperiness of the bone prison that Jun's body was encased in, in a mild programmed surprise he latched on to Jun's unmoving left arm which, from the sudden force of the robot's fall, cracked up by the elbow.

His left joint was free, but the rest of his arm was still encased, it seemed he could still move his upper arm horizontally just fine. The robot was still latching on to his upper arm and, no matter how much Jun tried to shake it off, the robot seemed to be fearing itself from falling. Jun had an idea, and with that he flexed and extended his arm as quickly as he could.

The poor robot who was still latching on with his pincers collided against Jun's body and shoulder like some kind of a self-inflicting mace as it tried to hold on against the inertia with all its might, "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

With every contact the robot made with the bone encasement that entrapped Jun, the bones cracked in response, until the moment came when they cracked open completely like an egg.

Jun immediately pushed forward with what was left of his strength, and Miyu immediately noticed this.

"Hey, wait!" She tried to call out the second she saw him breaking out from her bone trap, "Goddammit you can't just—Ah!"

"I caught the skeleton woman!" A robot shouted out in a victorious beep as it jumped towards Miyu with both its arms spread out, immediately catching her by the chest, "Quickly friends! Neutralize the enemy before—"

"GEROFF!" They certainly didn't count on her fighting back, it seemed. She easily punched the robot away, sending it crying in a monotonous whirr, "Lecher…"

Of course, she didn't take any more time to catch up to Jun. In all honesty, she didn't need to run towards him at all; with a step of her foot, massive waves of sharp bones quickly raced towards the short boy, catching him by the foot yet again.

"It's over, Jun. We can't let you risk hurting yourself," Miyu warned, but she was shocked when she met him eye to eye with a small smile.

"You always put the same damn trick, you know that?" Jun Hamada chuckled, before making his legs tremble and tremble until it shook to the power of a tremor, strong enough to instantly break through the encasing before it even reached his knees, "It's not even strong enough to withstand my damn Quirk."

"Tsk, so there's still some juice left in him… that means he probably has enough power to destroy this building along with us inside…" Miyu spoke to herself with a begrudging tone, before shouting out "There's no point, you'll hurt yourself otherwise!"

"And why do you care?" It didn't seem like a blatant insult or a rhetorical question right off the bat to signify how little she mattered to him, it sounded almost genuine, "Why in the FUCK DO ANY OF YOU CARE?!"

Miyu didn't know how to answer that, but the bottom line was that she had never been so grateful to be in the program. She wouldn't let anything, not even Adachi leaving, not even Jun dying, to change what would be gambling for her future, "Jun, I'm fucking serious, dude. Don't do anything stupid."

The two were suddenly holding stances, eyeing each other at eye level. No movement for a whole five seconds, before he sped away towards the third floor.

Miyu was inherently faster, and she caught up to him, giving him a hard kick, which sent him sideways. Jun's reflexes were fast enough to block it with his upper arm, while also inducing it with his Quirk. Miyu was caught by surprise when she felt a sudden shockwave explode from the spot her foot made contact with his arm.

The two blew apart, sending each other even further away from the stairs. Miyu could feel her legs trembling from the shockwave when she picked herself up, but she realized Jun was feeling more the pain when he held his trembling arm with a thunder-struck expression.

"Shit," Miyu finally knew the situation: it wasn't as if Jun had lost his power, his body was just losing the strength to withstand it. He could blow the building at any moment and it would be insta-kill for him, "SHIT!"

Straight out of the words of a hitman, Miyu remembered: He's stubborn enough to kill himself and destroy the building at the same time without a second thought. She couldn't do anything to immobilize him without having to risk her own life, Jun's life, and the rest of her teammate's life. If mere robots could trigger his anger, then she couldn't at all have him run towards the last floor.

"KOBAYASHI, HELP ME!"

Tarasu caught her shout and doubled back from where he was towards Jun, who was still on the ground clutching his hand from shock. There was no telling what he'd do once he had gotten up there, surrounded by robots, and despite that, they still aren't sure if Jun still had the power to fight against the robots themselves.

Considering the risks, Tarasu quickly tackled Jun by the shoulders, "Final warning, asshole."

Jun seemed to be too occupied with his own pained body to handle Tarasu's strong tackle, in which he resorted to biting away against the armlock around his neck. Now Tarasu knew just how sharp his canines were.

"God fucking—" The bite seemed to have given Jun his escape, but he was further caught by another wave of skeletal arms.

Miyu easily encased him yet again after Tarasu granted her a few seconds to regain herself, with all her might she summoned a literal army of arms from the ground as they grabbed and held down Jun. She doubled the encasings on him after realizing how easy it was to break the first one, but she was even more surprised when Jun powered up his Quirk once more from the ground.

They could see it, his whole-body trembling like mad. But it wasn't like any normal tremble, it was a tremor that signed of another oncoming strike.

"HE'S GOING TO STRIKE AGAIN!" Tarasu shouted to Miyu as he was about a second away to catching up to Jun, "KNOCK HIM OUT! HE'LL KILL EVERYONE IF WE DON'T—"

THOOOM!

The surge of power knocked both Tarasu and Miyu back, and freed Jun from the skeletal hands that held him down. This was different, this wasn't what he had knocked Miyu with a moment earlier, and it was even more powerful than what Tarasu was punched with that even made him flying across the room. This shockwave vibrated through the core of every robot and human in vicinity, sometimes even turning off the life of some of the robots.

When Miyu landed sharply on her rear, she could feel her lungs suffocating, almost as if she was shot by a buckshot shotgun. She couldn't breathe, and every inhale she took came out as choking sounds.

Tarasu picked himself up, feeling his body made cracking noises here and there. The sensation was all too familiar. He saw the aftermath of what the world around him came to be, he saw bodies of metal scattered all around him and even some who was still beeping yet having their bodies in literal scraps. Then he noticed Miyu beside him, who coughed uncontrollably over the dusty ground, he immediately went to her aid.

"Don't worry, it'll go away in a minute," He assured her.

"W-what happened?" She choked out, still feeling her lungs under pressure.

"That was what would have felt like if you came across a landmine," Tarasu simply told her, before knocking his knuckles upon his ribcage, "The force is strong enough to be felt all over the body, almost like being punched by All Might himself. Luckily my chest is made out of diamonds, but I guess yours aren't…"

"How the…." Miyu could feel the ground tremble under her feet, and she couldn't tell if it was her mind playing tricks on her or not, "How the hell did he… managed to do that? Last time I saw… he needed to make contact against something solid… to activate his shockwaves…."

"Yeah, that's what I initially thought," Tarasu felt the ground shook too, but he was sure that it wasn't his imagination, "I saw it myself. It seemed like he powered up his heart with his Quirk, so it activates every time his heart beats."

"He's insane…" Miyu looked ahead, trying to get ahold of the sight of Jun Hamada, only to find dust in her vision… and the whole building shaking around her.

The whole building was going to crumble.

.

"Waaaah!" The last opponent robot shouted in its static monotonous voice as it flew backwards until it crashed with the wall with enough force to break it into pieces.

From where it landed, its red eye ultimately dead, four people huddled together in the middle of robotic corpses, standing victorious.

"That's the last of them," Mori Kururugi said, stretching her legs after having to give a strong kick, "Let's get the black box now."

"Right…" Seiji Orimura replied, being the frontmost one out of the group, followed by both Yato Shimura and Date Takehiro.

The four of them proceeded to walk through the floor, which was the last of the three in the building. They stepped over the scraps of robots and wires and what was left of the aftermath after they stormed the castle with less effort than needed.

To Seiji, it seemed rather anti-climactic, knowing that his life had been about being crushed by pillars and headbutting a man who was in every way more powerful than him by a million years. Now, there seemed to be no other obstacles nor opponent to slow him and his team down, they could see the black box sitting idly by the end of the room encased in a glass box on top of what seemed to be half a pillar.

A few short stairs were between him and the glass cube which encased the black box, in the darkness by the dim after-morning light he could see the black box gleaming like obsidian.

There was a pause, until Mori turned to him, "What's wrong, chief?"

"Nothing," Seiji easily said before smiling at her, "Just… sorry, I was a little useless, wasn't I?"

He was referring to the search and rescue simulation it seemed. Mori gave him an even brighter smile as both her ears perked up in happiness, "It's okay. We did it at last, and that's what matters."

"Yeah, you're right," Seiji agreed with her, "I've been a little stressed out these last few days, that's all. Sorry if I've been looking a little too grim."

"Well, I can understand," Mori responded, before her smile fell, "All this stuff with Jun and Adachi… I just want to keep being in part of this program you know?"

Seiji could understand that, as well. Who wouldn't? All of them had fought to be here, and they were willing to fight again to ensure their future and redemption. Everyone except… Jun Hamada. He couldn't understand why Jun, out of all people who should've been the most willing to betray them and leave the program at any given moment, decided to stay after all this time, yet he did nothing but acted like all of it was an insult. It was like he was mocking him.

Maybe he was thinking too much about this. Kaori was right, perhaps he shouldn't delve too much into Jun and Adachi's relationship, it wasn't like the program was going to crash the second he had a mental breakdown. He was a class rep only to fit the standard classroom titles.

"You're a representative of your class, and I am of mine."

Seiji winced.

"Let's not make whatever feud you have with your class a feud between us."

So, what was the problem here? Him being inconsistent, or his so-called 'foil': Jun Hamada. Perhaps, it was his lack of actual power to do anything to change said problem. Whatever it was, it made him feel worthless.

"Hey, am I—" He said under his breath, just enough for Mori to hear, "—a bad class rep?"

It was a question only she could answer, he thought to himself. Being a close friend to Kaori Tsukinose, and a vice president of their class, he felt like he could ask her such questions. Without delving into the context, he just wanted a truthful answer.

"You're not," Mori answered firmly, "That'll be enough of the sappy talk, okay? The black box is right there!"

When he looked forward, he saw both Yato and Date bickering on the top step, arguing about who would take the glass cube off of the black box. Seiji could laugh at the sight, but he seemed to be feeling to numb to do so. He was glad that Mori answered his question, but he felt something was missing.

"Alright, you two," he breathed out in an exasperated tone, the glass cube was already taken away but he reached out to the black box long before the two other males could grab it, "Let's get out of here and—"

THOOOM!

The whole ground shook, but it was only for a mere second before an eruption broke the silence. They all froze on their ground, being on high alert as they warily checked the environment around them.

Nothing, absolutely nothing… well, nothing from here.

"Was that…" it was a fearful Mori who said that.

Seiji had a second to think of the possibilities and all of them only lead to one answer, "Oh god… COME ON, SOMEONE COULD BE HURT!"

.

"You know, none of this would've happened if Satou hadn't given them the idea to treat the black box as an actual hostage, right?"

The group consisting of Kaori Tsukinose, Suki Takara, Mika Tatsuya, and Kudou Satou, was trapped behind a large fallen pillar as the incoming waves of robots who kept rolling their wheels towards their hiding ground.

"The better question is: why are we hiding again?" Kaori said aloud, "How did this happen?! We're smarter than this!"

"Fuck you, Princess," Suki Takara practically spat at her, "Surprisingly my 'Mirage' Quirk doesn't work on NON-LIVING THINGS!"

The two of them were sitting with their backs towards the pillar's body, beside them was Mika Tatsuya shooting her laser beam towards the incoming robots who got to close to proximity. Kudou Satou was just there.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha," The robot on the far end corner of the third and final floor laughed monotonously, it was holding the black box under its metal spring-like arms, "You cannot get close to us now, puny humans! Any step closer and the hostage is toast!"

Suki tried to peak above her, trying to get a look of the situation, "Hey, nobody specifically said anything about killing the hostage was losing the points, right?"

"It's a search and rescue mission," Kaori said it there bluntly, "You don't search and rescue a corpse."

"Well, I'll find a way out, certainly," Suki harrumphed, her nose sticking out in the air, "But why can't you switch places with the black box or something?"

"It doesn't work like that."

"Enlighten me then, oh mighty Tsukinose."

Kaori narrowed her eyes, "The black box is in between the arms of the robot, I cannot switch with something enclosed between space."

"Then switch with the robot!" Suki raised her arms, "Doesn't take a genius."

"I could if they weren't surrounding us and moving every goddamn second!" Kaori rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Look, I told Mika to kill the robots till the last of them so I could get a better sight of the thing. That is a big risk since we don't know if it'll destroy the black box before that."

Mika Tatsuya kept blasting her lasers at the robots, before speaking out "I sense the wavelengths of these droids and they are distressed; very likely that they will harm our target in several more minutes."

"Hey, if you're a cyborg, does that mean you're more human due to the lack of your robotic parts or are you more machine due to the lack of your human parts?" Kudou suddenly asked out of the blue.

Kaori clearly did not take it very well, "Kudou, I would be really grateful if you could do something about this mess that you've made."

"Hmmm…" he responded, tapping his chin, "but they look so friendly. I thought I could give them a hint, that's all."

"Alright, so help from him is a no-go," Kaori muttered to herself, before turning to Suki who, after her initial small outburst earlier, was seemingly taking notes of her surroundings, "You seem pretty quiet about all this."

"Suppose I am," Suki replied.

"I don't suppose you have an idea, do you?"

There was pause from her before she answered, "… I do."

Kaori blinked lightly at her, "Alright, we could use that, you know."

"Heh," Suki merely chuckled, "Bold of you to assume I'd help you at all."

That did sound like Suki Takara, Kaori thought to herself. As hurtful as it may be, she realized that she was glad that Suki still has that fiery side inside of her. Kaori hated losing, almost at any situation, and hearing Suki saying that she had a plan almost made her… envious.

Well, she supposed losing once in a while couldn't hurt, "Do your magic, then."

"Oh, I will."

"What are you waiting for?"

She shot a rather smug look at Kaori, "You know what magicians are well known for?"

Kaori took the bite and said "What?"

"Timing—"

Kaori saw her hand reached out towards her knife pouch, taking two blades from it. Watching as Suki did it, Kaori merely sat back and decided to see what she was about to do. Suki then grabbed her top hat, before whispering to Kaori yet again.

"—and diversion."

Suki raised her voice loud enough to echo throughout until the whole third floor could hear it, "LET'S RUN AWAY FROM HERE, GUYS!"

Without a second later, she got into position and threw her hat sideways, letting it spin as far as it could before hitting another, not yet fallen, pillar. At that moment she used the knife that she took from Kaori and threw it to the same direction of her top hat, stabbing it through the top brim and straight towards pillar, embedding it deep within the concrete.

The robots quickly caught the top hat peeking out from behind the pillar, not seeing the blade which embedded the hat to the pillar, and shouted towards their friends, "There they are, friends! The humans have run to that pillar over there! Quickly, we must neutralize them!"

As they all chanted "Neutralize them! Neutralize them!" over and over again, the frontlines were immediately moved away, giving Kaori and her team an opening to get towards the robot who held the black box hostage.

"See you, loser," Suki jeered towards Kaori before jumping out of their hiding spot, quickly speeding towards the robot and black box it was holding. Weirdly, her pupils were glowing purple, even though she said that her Quirk didn't work on non-living things.

Just as Kaori was ready to catch wind, feeling rather odd with the timing of how Suki used her Quirk, she felt something tugging her belt; Suki had impaled the second knife she took from Kaori and embedded it through her belt and towards the pillar.

So that's why Suki was using her Quirk, "Hey! That's cheating!"

"You didn't like that?" Suki shouted back, almost halfway towards the target, "Then how about you come here and say it to my face!"

Taking the blade out of the concrete pillar wasn't difficult, she was freed easily, but when she looked back at Suki who was seemingly speeding towards the robot without stopping, she saw that small smile again, but this time it was seemingly gleaming.

"Huh," Kaori breathed out, not knowing what to feel, but she knew that she was rather glad seeing it, "Wait a sec, I'm not going to lose to her!"

She gripped the handle of the knife and jumped to a crouching position on top of the pillar. She waited, seeing how the robot had finally noticed Suki Takara running towards it with a crazed expression and responded with an equally crazed robotic scream.

"Eh? EEEEEEH?!" The robot signified its shock by rattling its metallic body like it was trembling in fear when its in-built stereo screamed, "FRIEEEENDS! HELP MEEEE!"

"Get back here you little—" Suki gritted her teeth, arms spread wide open, trying to catch the robot in her arms. But the robot proved to be a little too fast when it dodged her catch with the help of its tiny wheel.

"HEEEEEELP! THE TITTY MONSTER HAS TRICKED US!" The robot screamed out, its wheels brought rolling in a zig-zag, "FRIENDS HELP MEEEE—OW!"

Just as it was running away, a spinning blade hits it on the back of its head, bringing it skidding away before falling to a complete stop. The blade ricocheted off of the robot before lingering in the air a bit, and at that moment the blade turned bright and its form changed into that of a teenage girl.

"My, my… you should really not underestimate me," Kaori said as she landed on the ground gently, "It'll be the death of you."

Suki tightened her fist in anger, just as Kaori was coming up towards her, "I'll show you death, you…"

"But," Kaori managed to cut her off, "I'm impressed. That was really cool."

Suki had a pause before responding, "Don't flatter me. It was my win."

"Sure," Kaori had no reason to fight back against that. She wasn't sure what to say, honestly, "I'll let you know when I'm done getting my—"

THOOOM!

The ground shook suddenly, with everyone and everything on the third floor shaking with madness. The robots were screaming in panic, they were twice as scared as the humans were. Every dust and debris tremored, filling their noses with unwanted clogs.

It took only a second before it stopped in a hurry. It didn't feel like an earthquake, it was too quick, but every human there knew better.

"Oh no," Kaori whispered to herself.

"Hamada again?" Suki asked aloud, clicking her tongue. She remembered what had happened last time, and to be honest she wasn't planning to go through it again.

Mika and Kudou then appeared from behind the fallen pillar, with one carrying the other on their back, "I have received distressed calls from the perimeter. Should team disengage from task?"

"Piggyback! Piggyback!" Kudou screamed joyously.

Both Kaori and Suki exchanged glances, before looking at the robot on the floor who was trembling its metallic body uncontrollably before the two of them, "Uyaaaa! D-don't turn me into recyclable trash!"

Before long, Kaori turned heels and walked away, leaving Suki baffled, "Where the hell are you going?"

"Someone is in trouble," She responded, her voice monotonous, "Mika, let's disengage."

Of course, she was the friend of Seiji Orimura. Suki knew better than to try and change her mind. Why should she? She didn't think that going on a suicide mission to go between the human earthquake and whatever the hell he was mad about this time was worth the effort.

" Let's become heroes together!"

Suki closer her eyes shut tightly, "Fuck this."

The robot who held the black box merely watched as its opponents ran past the other robots, leaving it by itself as its computing system slowly calmed down. The four of them disappeared out of the floor then the building, right after Suki reached for her dangling hat and threw away the dagger that hung it towards the robot.

"Ugyaaa!" Shouted the robot as the knife landed mere centimeters away from its wheel.

.

Miyu Yakushi held her breath against her throat, everything was buzzing painfully. She couldn't open her eye. Why? She had been through passing out before, through a blunt trauma straight at her crown, and this felt just like it.

"Hey."

Through the pitch black surrounding her senses, she could hear that faint calling. It sounded gruff, almost like sandpaper.

"Yakushi, wake up."

She was trying to. She kept tumbling her body back and forth, yet her strength could merely do so much. She was slowly regaining her senses, so she got that going for her. But how should she address the situation once she woke up.

Wait… exactly what just happened?

"Mmm…" She forced out the air pressed between her lungs. Her vision still blurry, but it wasn't pitch black anymore, "Where am I?"

When she held her buzzing head, she looked up and see a face looming down at her from the dim light. It was Tarasu Kobayashi, no doubt, his face was filled with bruise and dust particles leaving it blue and grey at the same time, but what was he doing on top of her? And why was it so dark?

Suddenly, it hit her, "Oh…"

They were in a giant ball of bones. There were shapes like ribcages and limbs sticking out from everywhere. Light entered from between the gaps, but there were something covering it from the outside as well. Tarasu and Miyu had been survivors thanks to the skeleton girl. In all actuality, Miyu was glad she got lucky when she pulled her teammate close and shielded the both of them just in time before the building fell down on top of them.

Now, she was in a rather awkward position with Kobayashi, as he tried with all his might to not get any part of his bare body touching Miyu's bare body. Now that she thought about it, they were the only one amongst the H.R.I. Class to be lacking any upper clothes. Save for Miyu's extra stick, rip-proof bra.

"Don't get the wrong idea," Miyu said monotonously, blank eyes staring at Tarasu.

"I won't," He reassured her, staring back with an equally blank look through his long greasy bangs.

"Alright, get away," Miyu then reached her hand towards the direction pointing to the opposite direction to Tarasu's back, "This might get messy."

Her finger extended, reaching out bit by bit, and when the skin of it touched the inner surface of the bone cage, it exploded outwards like an egg. Sunlight flooded onto the cage as the sound of breaking and crashing ceased, there must have been a lot of debris covering their safe space.

Tarasu was the first one who got out, his back cracking as the diamonds that made his skeleton straighten him up. Miyu reached out towards the outer side of what left of her cage, and when she peeked her head out, she wasn't expecting this much destruction.

"Well, at least you heeded my warning," Tarasu remarked, looking into the distance.

Miyu nodded in response, taking notes of every corpse of pillars and walls that filled the plethora of debris, some of which still had the shape of a room's corner. So much destruction, and this was all caused by one kid?

"Wait," Her head perked up, "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah…" Tarasu responded, "Sounds like someone got trapped."

There used to be four of them, now there were just two. That means Oboro and Jun was still out there. The two of them wasted no time to get into action, the quickly started looking around the destruction to find anyone worth saving. The place was destroyed in a mess, the foundation that supported it probably lacked any strength which was why the area of destruction spread evenly across the perimeter. Perhaps the reason why was that the school knew that it would get destroyed sooner or later.

Regardless, the place was too big to search everywhere. The two of them remembered how spacious the three-roomed building was, able to hold an entire army of robots and several pillars inside them. If someone had gotten trapped when it fell down, none of them wanted to think about how it felt like.

A second later, Tarasu heard gasping and choked out tears from near him, and when he approached it, he was met with a familiar gaze, trapped under two layers of floors on top of it.

"Hamada?" He spoke out, recognizing the look on the boy's face through the gap between the fallen floors and the rest of the building that surrounded him, "Shit. Hamada, that you?!"

The boy didn't answer, he was trapped and Tarasu could guess that. However little did he know that it was Jun Hamada trapped under all that rubble, and thanks to the pillar that fell beside him he was given enough space for his small body to escape the weight of the floor that fell on top of him.

Now, he was lying on his sides, wary if the world would crush down on him at any given second.

He couldn't breathe. Of course, he couldn't. Cardiac tamponade; he had heard that before: the thing that happens when he imbued his damn heart with his Quirk. His ribcage felt even more cramped than before, and he had thought that he had survived.

Why… Why did this happen again? He was sure he'd survive again. He wasn't done. Not yet. Not now. He got his damn chance, so what the fuck did he do wrong?

It was them wasn't it? It was because they held him back? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Now what, then? He wanted to give someone a punch, he wanted to hit something, he wanted to feel strong. This wasn't his fault, they made him this way. No, no, no, n—

"A… a-ah…" A sudden sting of pain, he looked down and saw both his legs disappearing in the darkness. The floors were falling down on him, "… Ah?!"

Tarasu, as he stood above him, saw and heard one of the floor creaking, crushing the short boy little by little. In a heartbeat, he tried reaching down and block the fallen debris by imbuing his diamond to support the roof of wherever Jun was trapped in.

"Holy shit," Tarasu cursed to himself, scrambling to fill out whatever creak the floors made with his diamonds, "Holy shit."

It was pointless, one the floor that landed on top of Jun was too brittle and any wrong move could mean death for him since there were two of them. It was bigger than the both of them yet it was going to break at any minute. Tarasu's planned on filling the innards of the space with diamond but if it was too instantaneous, it might kill Jun instead. If he tried to support either side of the floor, it would break under its own weight.

"We both want nothing more than to become heroes…"

He was an assassin, not a search and rescue officer. How the hell was he supposed to save Jun?

"So, I need you to convince Jun to stay…"

He put both his hands on the gap between the fallen floor and the entirety of the debris-filled ground, it looked like the least brittle part of it so he tried to pry it open with all his might.

"I know how it irritates you to see such a stumbling-block bring us down…"

He pried and pried with no avail, he could hear the sound of a boy whimpering from deep inside.

"Which is why I know you can convince him better than anyone else…"

He screamed on top of his lungs, trying to gain any attention of any passerby, perhaps Miyu would come to his aid wherever she was.

"Teach him to be as opportunistic as you…"

The floor was tumbling down. He used his Quirk to support what he could to keep it up.

"Teach…"

It was too hasty, there was nothing he could do from the start. The floor was still crushing Jun under it.

"Teach…"

Tarasu could slowly hear a pained grunt from under him. Was he going to lose this one, too? Was he going to fail to save Jun Hamada?

Then, a pair of hands went up beside him, pulling the floor upwards, "KEEP IT TOGETHER, TARASU!"

It was Seiji Orimura, in the flesh, he was biting his bottom lip trying to support the floor upwards as well. Tarasu almost let himself drift away, when he snapped, he too began pulling upwards with all his strength.

"It's no use!" Tarasu shouted back after what felt like an eternity, "It's going to break inwards anyway!"

"Fuck!" Seiji screamed out, it wasn't like him to do so, "Keep it up! Come on, Kobayashi!"

"Think, Kobayashi, what would mom and dad do at this situation?!" His eyes wondered back and forth, trying to find anything—anything—that could help him.

Elsewhere, another person was also struggling through the pain. Miyu came up to the person just in time to begin helping him.

"Oh, my god," She gasped, looking at Oboro Kirikagure after several painful seconds of searching, "Fuck. That's gotta hurt."

He was trapped, but only his legs, he seemed to have unfortunately tried to run back down the stairs when the floors collapsed. He was struggling, sitting behind a giant piece of debris who had just missed his entire body, another debris was still trapping his legs as he sat on top of what seemed to be what left of the stairs. His face was filled with dust, and his eyes watering in pain.

"YOU THINK?!" He screamed out in pain, head slowly moving back and forth, "FUCK! FUCK!"

Miyu almost panicked, seeing how the blood gashed out of the wound of the bone fracture caused by the weight of the debris, "Alright, alright, I'll help. Just… oh my god… how the fuck do I do that?!"

She moved positions, getting up towards him and tried to pull him out of the crushing space. There seemed to be quite the gap in between, perhaps he could just pull him out gently—

"AAAAARGH!" Oboro screamed out in pain, more blood was gushing out, his head bobbing back and forth.

There… it was right there that Miyu started to feel panicked. She felt another grip on her knuckles that held the underside of Oboro's arms. It was his hand, it was trembling, he was in a lot of pain.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Miyu didn't know what to do. She was absolutely lost, "Oh my god… oh my god…"

She could see Oboro holding back a sniffle, it broke her heart, making her whole body suddenly cold as ice. He was a strong boy, that's for sure, but she couldn't say the same about herself when she was watching this mess.

Then, there were footsteps coming towards her, before a scream broke her out of her trance, "Oh gosh… MIYU!"

Mori Kururugi… Miyu could see her face contorting in the same fear that she had The wolf girl came up to her and placed her hands right above her own.

"Alright, calm down, calm down," Mori tried to say, but all Miyu could hear was a trembling madness, "Gently let him go. Gently…"

Miyu complied, then she placed Oboro back where she had tried to yank him out, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again.

Oboro let out a final grunt as he was placed down one last time, "Hngh… I can't see… my eyes are dusty… is it really that fucking bad?"

"You're fine," Mori tried to assure him, "We'll get someone to help."

"No," Oboro suddenly snapped, "No. No. Hamada. Where is he?"

Miyu's lips trembled hearing it, "I-I don't know… Kobayashi is searching for him right now."

Every second, she could feel her legs, her arms, even her fingers, trembling uncontrollably. Her skin turned as cold as ice, goosebumps all over her body. She could feel herself slowly losing her sanity.

Hamada? Jun Hamada? Why was she looking for him? Him? He was hurt. Hurt? Yes, hurt. Very badly. She made the hurt go worse. Yes, it got worse, because of her. Because of her. Her…

Her pupils dilated, heart hammering against her chest, and before she knew it… she vomited.

"Miyu!" Mori shouted out in shock, going to Miyu's side as she pulled away out of the sight, "Miyu… breathe… breathe…"

"Why…" Miyu spoke out, finally. Her voice was still croaky and her throat dry, "Why is this happening?!"

Mori placed a steady hand on her trembling body, her bare shoulders were cold. The wolf girl only stared at her in pity, her tufty ears falling sideways, even her tail was silent and unmoving.

She seemed to be less distressed with the situation than Miyu was, perhaps because she had been learning how to cope with hopelessness from a long time ago. Then again, this was a situation she had not been trained to deal with. Whatever chance she had at finding the solution was just as good as her skeletal friend.

A second later, another group joined the hysteria. Kaori took not a second to switch her way through the aftermath. She saw what had happened and it was just as worse as what she had seen at the Battle Trial. It churned her stomach to see the destruction again, and remembering what had happened last time, she wasn't going to take any chances.

She quickly grouped up with another team that had been there earlier, and what she had found was not what she had hoped for; it was what she had feared the most.

"JUN IS IN THERE?!" She shouted in disbelief.

"Yes! Stop shouting, we're trying to think of a plan!" Date Takehiro shouted back, he was one of the people who volunteered to keep the level of the floor up, "Tsukinose if you could just switch with this thing… it would be great!"

"I…" As much as she hated to say it, she couldn't keep it for herself, "I-I can't…"

"Excuse me?" Yato Shimura said aloud, almost sounding irritated. He was keeping the floor upwards by supporting any space with thousands of tiny mercury pillars.

"It would only make the situation worse," Suki Takara said as she finally got to the scene, "Look. The floors are very brittle, they have cracks through them already. If she tried to switch with one of them, it'll be like misplacing a block on Jenga."

She seemed to have learned about Kaori's weaknesses from their battle with the robots earlier. Too many to switch with and everything keeps moving around.

"Fuck that!" Date barked, "Look, we don't have many options, okay?! That's just a what-if situation! Tsukinose, switch with the top floor and—"

"I can't!" Kaori shouted back, "Look at it! It's not stable! The cracks are misplaced between them, he's… Jun's trapped between several different debris altogether, not just two floors!"

"Then, what the fuck do we do?!" Yato said, almost starting to get panicky.

"We fucking follow my damn plan!" Date barked yet again, this time louder, "Tsukinose, use your fucking Quirk, now!"

"No, you imbecile, didn't you hear what she said?!" Suki fought back, "It'll just go down on him otherwise. It's too risky!"

"We need to do something!"

Tarasu was on his edge as he listened to his classmates shouting at each other. All this time he was concentrating on whether or not he could do something as well.

"Think, Tarasu! Think!" The greasy-haired boy shouted to himself inside his mind, he could feel with every strain of his muscle a sweat trickled down his neck, "Can you make Tsukinose switch with Jun then have her switch with a rock to get out?! No, we don't know how big the space is down there, she could be having it worse if she switched places with Jun! What if I make Satou freeze time and get Hamada out when the rocks were steady in place? No, the gap is too small to squeeze Hamada through! FUCK! NOW WHAT?! Should we try that risk?! Should we try having Tsukinose switch with the rocks one by one?! Takara was right, this fucking rubble is like Jenga: one wrong move and everything goes down!"

So, what was he supposed to do now? What could any of them do now? Tarasu didn't believe in miracles, nor had he believed if there was some kind of higher power, but he was pondering whether or not he should pray because he felt like letting go of his grip.

"FUCK NO!" Tarasu shouted to himself yet again, "No! No! Like hell I'm gonna sink that deep!"

He was an opportunistic person, not some kind of religious bimbo who believed in luck. He wasn't going to pray even if it meant his life. All of his struggles paid off because he went through them himself. He turned his fate with his own hands, not because of some luck.

"All of it comes from within…" Tarasu kept reminding himself over and over again… until his train of thoughts stopped… "Within… within… it comes from within…"

"THAT'S IT!" He shouted out on top of his lungs, shocking everyone in vicinity with his sudden outburst. Without wasting a second, Tarasu reared down and tried to communicate with the boy trapped between rubbles, "HAMADA! HAMADA LISTEN TO ME! I NEED YOU TO PUNCH YOUR WAY OUT FROM THE INSIDE!"

Jun, as he also hopelessly tried to wriggle his way out to any space when the rubble slowly descended upon him, heard the call. But when he looked down to his arms—his broken, trembling, and stinging arms—he knew it was pointless.

"Ah…" He couldn't speak, his chest was still under pressure, but he still forced the word out of his throat, "M-my arms… I can't…"

"What did he say?!" Seiji asked aloud, also gritting his teeth as he pushed the rubble up with all his effort, "What happened to his arms?!"

"Fuck!" Tarasu cursed, "He used up his Quirk earlier!"

"We have no other choice!" Seiji pressed, before rearing down as well, "Jun, it depends on you now!"

"I…" Jun couldn't do it, he couldn't bear the pain in his arms, "I-I… It hurts…"

"IT'LL HURT A LOT MORE IF YOU DO NOTHING!" Seiji screamed out, trying to put his role into action, perhaps getting a few inches up to give some space for his trapped classmate.

"Jun, you can do it!" Kaori shouted out as well, rearing down towards the gap, "Your… your Quirk gives off vibrations, right?! Can you… can you redirect it out of your arms?! A spontaneous contact, Jun!"

"What she meant was…" Date cuts in, "HURRY UP, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

Mika's voice beeped out, "The rubble is getting more unstable-desu~"

Jun's breathing fastened, he could see the roof collapsing at any minute. He heard cracking noises, until he saw that the floor was getting split in half; the pieces were going to spill on him one by one.

That was until a crack on the center loosened without any warning, the weight distributed right to where his chest was. The rubble moved, the weight moved, everything moved. Everyone who held it together could feel that it was beginning to spill to the middle, like how a piece of weight pushed through a flat roof, creating a sharp crack that pointed downwards.

Jun could feel the crack at the side of his torso, almost like it was going to tear him apart, "HNGH! NH! NHA! AAAH! NHA!"

He couldn't scream, his chest was too heavy to let out any air. He was going to die silenced.

The rest could feel the rising tension when the sound of the crack echoed throughout the perimeter; it was going to fall to the middle and crush Jun from the chest first. Then, the screaming started.

"NO!"

So many screams.

"JUN!"

So little changes.

"GAH!"

Nothing changed.

"IT'S GOING TO FALL!"

Nothing…

"FUCK!"

Changed…

RUMBLE… RUMBLE… DOOOOO…

The floor lifted upwards by itself, and everyone else surrounding it could only watch in shock and did nothing. Everywhere they stood, it was as if the giant rubbles and debris was starting to float, but they could only see that only the floors that was crushing down Jun were being lifted upwards by some unknown force.

They all backed away, unable to comprehend what the hell was happening. Then, they saw a figure of a boy covered in dust and blood lying on his sides under where the giant rubble used to crush him down.

"Shit," Tarasu gritted his teeth, going in for the boy without a second of hesitation. However, he was still baffled with how the situation turned out, "You gotta be fucking kidding me."

Kaori was there beside him too, tending to Jun just like how they did at the Battle Trial, "Thank god."

"No," Tarasu spoke out, "Don't feel good just yet."

Jun was slowly picking himself up as they got to him, but he was falling on his arms with a loud pained scream.

"How's your arm, boy?" Tarasu said, helping him get up.

As he was lifted under the arm, both Tarasu and Kaori could see his lips trembling, "Let… go…"

Tarasu had no time nor the composure to respond, he then saw a silhouette descending down from the sky. Everyone else saw it too; a giant boulder of rock slowly landing in front of them as the piece of rubble that almost crushed Jun floated away from sight. When golden hair reflected the sunlight and glimmered brightly, they all knew who it was.

"Alright, that is enough for today, children," Sun Wukong's voice echoed, but it sounded rather ominous, "I am surprised. have never seen… such dysfunctional class."

Little did the children know, that Sun Wukong's Quirk could lift earth minerals like concrete and asphalt like how a telekinetic lifted an object. That was what made him the 'Hero of the Mountains' as it referred to him moving actual mountains in China.

As much as his reputation went, he was still a Pro Hero, and now, as a teacher, the children could see fury in his eyes as his boulder landed on the perimeter with a thump. Adachi Hisaki was with him, standing behind the Chinese Number 1 Hero with an expression they all had never seen him make.

He leveled above them with his thick golden eyebrows furrowed, "Can anyone tell me… HOW ONE SIMPLE LESSON WENT TO AN ABSOLUTE DISASTER?!"

His monkey form gave him a large body, and an equally large vocal cord.

"TWO PEOPLE ALMOST DIED TODAY, AND THE REST OF YOU ARE JUST SCRAMBLING AROUND SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER WITHOUT DOING ANY GOOD TO THE VICTIMS!" Then, he pointed to the distance with his hairy hands, "NOT TO MENTION THAT YOU HAVE ALL FORGOTTEN ABOUT ONE OF THEM!"

They all turned to where he pointed, and saw Oboro, Miyu, and Mori, all looking down in the dumps. Oboro was being carried on the arms of a very large robot, possibly for situations like these, and his leg was a mess. Both of them.

The two groups exchanged the same glance of hopelessness. None of them said anything to each other.

Sun Wukong took another breath, before pointing to another student, "You! The one with machines strapped to your body!"

They all turned to Mika, whose eyes enlarged in mild surprise, "M-me? Sir?"

"I've read your file, you could've welded the concrete on top the victim together so that she—" he pointed to Kaori, "—could easily switched with it without fearing with any of the pieces falling! And you!"

This time, Date was the one he referred to.

"With your Quirk you could've easily saved your other friend, could you not?!" Sun Wukong harshly barked at him, "Yet you choose to bawl with everyone else, screaming at each other!"

Date obviously couldn't just sit around being insulted, "Why… you…" but he was stopped by Seiji who happened to be standing beside him.

When Date glanced at him, he saw that the Seiji there was gone… his eyes were dead and blank. Surely, he was the one who felt the most responsible for this whole situation.

"And… you…" Lastly, he finally pointed to Jun Hamada, "I expected more from you with your power, but I've been proven that you lacked the most out of everyone here. You are very short-tempered, very unstable, and unfit to become a hero if you keep this attitude of yours…"

They all stood there in silent, hanging their heads in shame, some even in shock from remembering what had just happened. Then, cleaning robots began gathering into the scene, picking up rubbles and any corpse of their dead friends from the scene.

"Now then," Sun Wukong continued, "I expect nothing more from you but to go to your dorms for the rest of the day. Anyone wounded will be taken to the school nurse. I hope I have made myself clear; let's not make this a habit. I will see you all tomorrow."

Just as the boulder began to lift itself up, Jun Hamada screamed out into the air, "W-WAIT!"

His voice sounded raspy, almost full of dust, like he was gargling on nothing. He pushed himself off of Tarasu Kobayashi and tried his best to run forward and approach the flying boulder, only to fall to his knees before the two teachers.

"Adachi…" He gasped, still feeling his lungs heavier than a block of steel, "Adachi… I…"

Everyone watched, from him then to Adachi, who merely gave him some darkened stare.

"… I thought…" Jun started, looking up from where he kneeled with a rather determined expression, "I thought you…you fucking p-promised!"

"It never seemed like you needed me, Jun," Adachi responded coldly, "I really hope you'll do better."

"What… THE FUCK… are you saying?!" His shout was painful to hear, almost like every voice he let out was scratching against his throat, "You… SAID… YOU… Ah… you… why?"

"Because there's nothing for me to do anymore," Adachi sounded like he was holding back a laugh, "Like there's anything I could do… for you, at least…"

"But…" Jun's voice croaked, "You promised…"

"That I did," Adachi simply responded, "but it wouldn't change anything, Jun."

"I CAN STILL—"

"JUN HAMADA," Adachi's outburst brought everyone standing on the very edge, "THERE IS NOTHING… NOTHING… THAT I CAN DO FOR YOU ANYMORE!"

They could see it; Adachi's face contorting in fury, turning red at every breath, this was the only time they had seen him this angry.

"I… AM NOT… YOUR FATHER, JUN!" Adachi shouted again, "… and you're not my son!"

They all turned to Jun, waiting for him to shout back… but he didn't. He merely sat there, staring at the sky, not doing anything. There was only silence coming from him, not even a budge or an attempt to fight.

The boulder flew away, with Adachi and Sun Wukong on board. The kids got their instructions clear, and never wanted to have anything to do with today ever again.

But there was one who looked back, to the boy in brunette hair, still sitting in the middle of it all, and pondered… "Did I save him too late again?"

Kaori Tsukinose couldn't even answer her own question. Hearing that from Adachi was clear enough for her—for all the H.R.I students—that the future was clear: there weren't going to be any Hisaki Adachi ever again.

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I don't know what's more painful: writing this, or finding the time to write this. It was good that it's December, I've got a lot of time to write and I went ahead and write this one since I've already got the whole arc planned. But goddamn I should've thought that vacation time meant an actual vacation time...

My family came to visit this past few weeks and we got to do a lot of things together. Of course, being the awesome eldest kid I am, I planned on having fun with them while doing this moderately, too. But, of course, a lot of things happened in the course of a few weeks and I always fucking find myself napping out my restlessness. And I was soooo excited to write this chapter, too! This was one of the hypest shit I get to write because we got some character drama, a brand new turning point, some great dialogues... and there goes the second problem...

Writing this I realized... I didn't really liked how it turned out. I never said that it was a shit chapter, but from what I planned on writing in my head came differently in this one because of several chapters: I had to write several things differently because the previous chapter differed a lot from my drawing board, I needed to make it consistent with the plot and characterizations and lemme be honest with you... I fucking hated last chapter. I'm gonna edit that one before I update again. The second factor is that... I think too much. This fanfic was too ambitious and I keep asking myself "Does this scene make sense?" or "Would this character say this?" or even "How the fuck do I interlink the character's personality with the plot?!" It was painful, to say the least. I keep thinking and thinking about all the useless trivial things and suddenly THIS SHIT IS 20K words!

I guess that is the problem with having established worlds: you just have to fit everything with it. I didn't want this fic to become a fatalist so my OCD kicked up to the max and started pushing my buttons. However... I would be lying if I didn't say I get to have fun writing this. It was a whole lot of fun at some scenes, and I finally get to BULLY JUN!

That aside, next is the problem with sexual implications. At the start of the series I asked GiintokiSakata: "Hey, can I add sexual innuendos and references?" and he said "Sure fam lol no prob", and I kept to my word ever since. If something seemed to go too far I apologize, I will try to edit that out. Just to make things clear: that scene (yes, THAT scene) is not meant to imply any sexual references. I will only make childish jokes about boobs and asses, sometimes thighs, and only then is where I put the line (well, of course, there are SOME implied sex jokes but they're just that, I won't be showing any actual sex scenes... that goes in a different fanfic).

Alright... where was I?

Right, I will edit last chapter, thank you so much for the feedback these last few updates. Although, the lack of reviews made me sad. I don't know, maybe I'll work on my Webtoon first? Hope you like today's chapter.

That'll be all, I guess. Thank you, good bye.

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One last thing...

Today's prompt: is it weird that when you go kayaking and almost drown, your last thoughts were "OH SHIT I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY NEW CHAPTER!"? Asking for a friend.

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Something happened to Class-1A?! What could it be?! And why is everyone blaming us because of it?!

Jun is not himself today... Kaori is not sure if he'll be himself again tomorrow. Can she do something to help him?

A lot of angsty drama coming right up, next time, on My Hero Academia : Delinquents Class!

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