"What the fuck?!"

The head of the creature standing in front of the blackboard turned lilac, a dark purple cross flashing on his face. "Terasaka-kun, expletives are strictly prohibited in this classroom."

"What else do you expect me to fucking say when you're telling us that we'll have to give our assassination up to some snotty heroes with -" Terasaka slammed his fist into his desk. "-quirks?!"

"I'm afraid there's some kind of misunderstanding. You aren't giving your assassination up to UA's class 1-A; they'll simply be joining you in the race against time to kill me. No one's taking anything from anyone," Korosensei explained patiently.

"Of fucking course. Quirkless shits against heroes-in-training. The government totally isn't making us hand the job and the bounty over. To-tal-ly," Karma stressed every syllable of the last word, sarcasm practically dripping from his remark.

"Karma-kun, as I've said to your classmates before you joined our class, quirks don't matter when I'm your target. Let's say one of the students has an explosion quirk - unless they can include the anti-me substances in their explosions, or the bombs custom made by Takebayashi-kun would prove to be a great deal more effective. Besides, the young heroes aren't against you. You'll be collaborating with them."

Terasaka snorted. "Collaborating, my ass. Pretty sure they're just a bunch of brats who the chairman brainwashed into coming so that he can show us just how pathetic we are." Yoshida and Muramatsu backed him up with a 'yeah!' and an 'exactly!'

"You're being too harsh on Chairman Asano, Terasaka-kun. Besides, this is actually the government's idea - my colleagues, the chairman, UA's Principal Nezu, the UA faculty and I myself have consented to it."

"What about that class, though?" Maehara pointed out. "And our permission?"

"I must ask you to excuse us for making such a hasty decision without taking your opinions into consideration, my dear students. After some discussion, we concluded that this would benefit all parties - another class of students having a shot at killing me means a higher chance of my death, and thus a higher chance at saving the earth from destruction. UA believes that this can be a valuable experience for the heroes-in-training: they have been through much more than any other first-year hero class out there, but the prospect of the world ending presents a crisis they've never faced before. For you students in general, it's also a chance to socialize, make new friends, and possibly even establish connections that might be useful for your futures. Karasuma-sensei is over at UA briefing class 1-A right now, which is why your PE class during the first period will be with me!" In contrast to Korosensei's jovial mood, the class groaned.

"Then how are you so sure that they'll agree to actually killing someone? Wouldn't that go against their morals?" Nakamura challenged. "I mean, the goal of us assassins is to sharpen our blades and eventually take your life, while they aspire to be heroes that save lives for a living."

"I guess assassins are, in a way, vigilantes who get rid of the filth of society. But it really depends on your definition of 'filth'... in this case, villains can also say the same about themselves, so it doesn't really change the fact that heroes and assassins operate on opposite sides of the spectrum," Karma shrugged.

"Nakamura-san and Karma-kun's concerns are indeed valid. But remember: you're not average assassins. To put it simply, if they join you, they'll be killing to save. Your mission is given by the government, and you save this world if you kill me, even if you're not openly credited for your work. That'd be like being the hero of the entire planet, no? This would be the appeal in our argument; we'll use it to get through to the heroes, and you should also learn how to sell the good points in your arguments for the persuasive writing that's due next week. Any more questions?" Korosensei dusted his robe off as he waited for responses. When he didn't receive any other complaints and protests, he spread the two feelers he used as arms wide. "No? Let's begin the roll call then! Student on duty!"

Nagisa stood from his seat as the rest of the class followed his lead. They raised their pistols and rifles in sync like an organized army. "Attention!" The bluenette's voice rang through the room, which was silent with suspense. "And... bow!"

"What the fuck?!"

Bakugou stared the dark-haired man who took Aizawa's place down tentatively. The hero himself napped, cocooned in his yellow sleeping bag by the podium.

"I thought heroes are supposed to save people while limiting the number of casualties? And now you're telling us that you'll train us to be fucking killers?" Bakugou asked, keeping his voice down to a low snarl.

"Haha, I thought you'd be all for it, Bakugou. Aren't you the one who's always like 'DIE, MOTHERFUCKER!'?" Sero teased, trying and failing to do an impression of a pissed Bakugou as the Bakusquad excluding ash blond himself - Sero, Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari - doubled over with hysterical laughter.

"You better tape your shitty mouth shut, tape man, or I swear to God -" Bakugou directed his palm at Sero. Sparks flew rapidly from it before they suddenly diminished. "What the -" He turned to see Aizawa glaring at him. "Look, God already hears your swearing. I'm pretty sure it's hurting his ears as much as it's hurting mine, so just shut up already, brat."

"Tch." Bakugou slouched in his seat, scowling.

"As I was saying, killing this octopus -" Karasuma indicated the picture of Korosensei (who'd decided not to officially meet 1-A in person until they 'agree' to take the job, even though the plans were already in place) "- will save the entire world. Not just Japan; if you manage to end this creature before he ends this world, you save an entire planet of people. The very definition of a hero, which is what you all are training to become, is noble person who has the courage to fight the evil that threatens to harm civilians. Treat the octopus as the villain that you must defeat to save not only yourself, but mankind in general."

The room was quiet apart from Aizawa's faint snoring as the students considered Karasuma's words.

The black-haired man sighed internally. "If you succeed, a 30 billion yen bounty will be shared among you."

Excited squeals and gasps were immediately heard. Uraraka fell off her chair.

Iida was the first to regain his composure. "Excuse me..."

"Yes?"

"You said we'll be working with another class of students, Karasuma-san. Could you give us more information about them, perhaps? The quirks some of them possess, for instance, so that we can get a brief idea as to how they could work with ours to come up with the best possible plan."

Karasuma straightened up. "They're Kunugigaoka Junior High's class 3-E."

"Middle schoolers? They haven't started training their quirks for real yet, and they're already using them to kill a villain? Is that safe for them?" Tsuyu asked, a worried 'kero' tacked to the end of her question as her older sister instincts kicked in.

"And that's where you're wrong, Asui-kun. Kunugigaoka Junior High is a prestigious school where young prodigies undergo high school-level extensive physical and quirk training, then directly move on to the enrichment program their high school department offers. Their academic achievements are exceptional as well - put the chairman's genius son aside, most of the students are able to keep up with the fast teaching pace and the college-level exam syllabus!" Iida karate-chopped the air with a flourish.

"That's true," Karasuma noted. "But that doesn't exactly apply to the class 3-E you'll be working with. In fact, they're outcasts; most of them are quirkless students who couldn't keep up and are deemed nugatory. In other words, they're what other students call the End Class: the bottom 5% of the grade that are looked down upon and laughed at, who also drive the other 95% to work hard so that they won't end up among the worst."

A hush fell over the classroom. Even the normally impassive Todoroki was frowning slightly. A wave of empathy washed over Midoriya as he swallowed thickly. Quirkless... just like I once was...

"Don't underestimate them or take pity on them just because they weren't born with quirks, though. In terms of assassination, their progress and experience are way ahead of you. Besides, there are some in that class who absolutely loathe being looked down upon."

Nobody spoke. Until -

"I believe this calls for a class vote," Momo offered.

"Yeah! Democracy, people!" Kaminari hollered.

"Just stop being so extra already..." Jirou mumbled.

The two class reps took their positions next to Karasuma. "Those in favor of joining class 3-E in their attempt to assassinate this villain?"

Midoriya was the first to raise his hand, shortly before Iida himself shot his arm up. Uraraka and Todoroki were next, followed by Tsuyu, Mina, and Aoyama. Pretty soon, the entire class had their hands raised - all except Bakugou.

"C'mon, Bakubro. Real men don't shrink from challenges!" Kirishima urged.

"I'm not chickening out, shitty hair," Bakugou lashed out. "And don't call me 'Bakubro'."

"Are you on board if I stop calling you Bakubro, then?"

Bakugou huffed a sigh. "You know, you could be using the time you're gonna have to devote to coming up with an assassination plan to drill your crap trigonometry instead."

Kirishima gave a hearty laugh. "So all this is because of me sucking at math? I'll make it work somehow - I promised that I won't flunk that quiz next week, didn't I?"

"... whatever, then. But you better not let me see a fucking seven out of a hundred on your paper next time. Or I'll break your fucking legs for wasting my time on those meaningless tutor sessions."

"Won't let you down, bro!" Kirishima pounded his chest twice with his fist. "'Cause breaking promises ain't manly at all!"

"It's decided, then!" Momo raised her arm and wrote a curly '20' next to the table she'd drawn to tally the votes with finality. Mineta drooled and exchanged thumbs-ups with Kaminari as they basked in the glory of Momo's waist, which was revealed as her blazer and shirt were pulled up. A soft 'ah' escaped from her mouth as she quickly tucked the white fabric back into her skirt.

The somewhat erotic sound only made Mineta and Kaminari fanboy harder.

Jirou's jacks whipped them both at the backs of their heads. The girl herself smiled reassuringly at her flustered best friend.

"All right, then. Starting next Monday, you'll be having lessons with E-class at their campus, since it's more... secluded. Do bear in mind, though, that this assassination attempt is a national secret. Tell no one of your mission, not even your parents. The school will issue a notice to them, saying that you'll be tutoring a class at Kunugigaoka as an extensive learning experience while continuing your academics and studies. We can't risk word about your target getting out - that will send the public into a frenzy, and we don't want that. You will officially meet your target next Monday as well, and there will be a coach arranged to take you to the Kunugigaoka main campus. As of now, I must take my leave." Karasuma bowed and left the classroom swiftly.

With a yawn, Aizawa stepped out of his sleeping bag and took his place at the podium. "Further to what Karasuma-san has just said, I, as your class teacher, will supervise you. Midnight-sensei has also kindly offered to come along. Any questions? No? Let's begin class, then."