Aahhhhh I was supposed to have been done with this chapter ages ago! I got too caught up with unimportant crap! I'm sorry!

People believe that with time, everything will always work out. A flowing course that should never—under any circumstance be messed with. It flowed like an endless river and should something try and stop it, that force should bring a world of chaos. When a person thinks of time, they picture someone wise, an old man with a beard and all-seeing. It is a laugh. The all-seeing being—yeah right. Ironic, really. When it comes to time, there is one being—not an old wise man in white robes—and Truth be his witness, he is not all-seeing. Time cannot see anything whatsoever but his guides are not blind like their creator. Time can feel though. His senses are sharper than the average person—average IBC. He feels the dark energy of the world, the pain of his child. He feels when there is a rift in the time stream. He feels the future and past and even the present.

He is a constant being who knows but is never wise. He allows things to repeat. He is Immortal—a god as most would picture him. Even so, he makes the mistakes of a regular human. Of course, the time stream is not concrete. Time is there and feels. He is constant—ever-changing, just like Fate.

Fate and Time, they go hand in hand. They are two constant streams in the world. Without one, there will be an imbalance in the world and the end will come.

Let it be known to the wise ones—to those who see yet let their other senses guide them—Hell will pay if anything were to happen to Time's child.

It's scary. Everything—the dark, the people. It hurts. They are mean and hurt her. The room is clean—too clean. No one comes to her aid, she's only to be used and tossed away. Someone, please. Someone—anyone! Save her! She's innocent! She shouldn't go through this! Someone!

And pay it will.

The Big Three. They are the top students of their third-year class. Aizawa-sensei has announced that they will be speaking to the class. Everyone else is excited and looking forward to meeting the top three students of the hero course. Despite the cheery atmosphere, Midoriya isn't as excited at all. He has his gaze set on the window, wishing Sloth to just send him into a year-long sleep so that he wouldn't have to deal with anyone or anything. He is mentally and physically exhausted and he knows one of them. Togata Mirio. A blond-haired, blue-eyed teen with an infectious grin similar to All Might and the kid studies under Nighteye's tutelage. He's a really cool guy but Izuku does not like him.

It's not the blond's fault for his dislike of the male, but having to listen to Noghteye's rants about how he's not the true successor and that Mirio deserves One For All—it sounds like a parent comparing you to your sibling and how you're not deserving of it because you don't have "potential"—well, it's no wonder that Midoriya doesn't hold a candle to the awfully cheerful kid. He hates how he's being treated by the dick of a pro-hero—entitled, ugly, old bastard.

Shinsou notices his fellow Champion's mood and writes a note. He gets it back with a bony middle finger drawn onto the page plus the words "fuck Mirio and Nighteye" and an angry face. Oh. Wow. That is not something he expected from his tired friend. He sighs and tries again. Are you okay? You've been really tired lately. Shouldn't that be my thing?

Midoriya glances at the paper with a flickering smile. I guess. Idk. I'm just . . . Idk. To stressed to care anything? Maybe just spreading myself thin? It could always be be the ensomia.

You just misspelled insomnia and used the wrong "too" plus repeated a word? Wow. You really are tired.

Shut it. Not lookin 4ward to the big theee. Dont like 1 of them. Autocorrect needed.

That's a huge oof and such a mood. Aizawa is glaring, gonna talk to you later.

Shinsou sighs as he doesn't receive the note back. They listen a little longer before there's a knock on the door and three individuals come in.

A girl with long, periwinkle hair and an energetic smile. Her steps are bouncy and full of life, a huge contrast with the boy beside her. She seems to be similar to Mina in the aspect of being enthusiastic and a free spirit.

A guy with indigo hair and an anxious aura, he's staring at the ground and hands in his pockets. The boy is practically trembling with fear. He seems to more like Koda; shy and overly nervous. Although, unlike the animal whisperer, the male comes off as terrified of everyone—most likely has fear of crowds.

The third individual is a blond, blue-eyed male. His hair is spiked up and out of his face. He has a confidence that lets a person know he is the person to lean on during a hard time. He has a muscular build, his sleeves rolled up to reveal it. He had such an optimistic aura similar to Kirishima's.

"This is the Big Three. Go wild," he mutters to the three top students.

The periwinkle-haired girl beams and starts to go around and asking questions—some being insensitive and very offensive but she tends to not wait around for them to answer. "Sorry about that! I'm Class 3-A Nejire Hado. This anxious kitten beside me is Tamiki Amajiki who is also in 3-A. The blond is Class 3-B Mirio Togata."

Tamiki jumps and trembles harsher as attention lands on him. He stutters through his greeting, practically ready to just pass out and not want to do anything. Nejire giggles and pokes his side, telling him to have a heart of a lion and not of a kitten. That doesn't get the correct reaction out of the male who immediately shakes his head and hides himself, pressing his forehead against the wall and his back faces the students.

Mirio lets out a boisterous laugh and greets the class with a large smile, rivaling All Might's. Just the reminder of the comatose hero had the mood dampen and the students stare at the teen with a sadden aura. The blond clears his throat. "The outlook's looking . . . ?" Utter silence. "Grim! The answer was 'grim!'" That earns a snort from the child of Sloth. Mirio sighs as that didn't go well.

Satou leans forward, whispering to Koda, "These 'Big Three' are kind of weird."

Mirio looks a little disappointed in the student's lack of enthusiasm. His blue eyes land on the green-haired male, immediately recognizing the boy. "I can see that a lot of you don't seem to care about this. I mean, it doesn't make much sense since us seniors appear out of nowhere and are here to talk about work studies that you don't have to do." He watches those green eyes roll in annoyance and he presses his lips in a thin line. "Since this talk isn't going as planned, you all are going to take me on!"

"Aizawa-sensei?" says Iida, looking at their tired teacher.

Mirio points and winks at the teacher. "Don't you think it's a rational decision."

"Do as you like."

No longer than ten minutes later, the class is standing in Gym Gamma.

"Mirio," says Amajiki from where he hides his face. "You wouldn't want to do something and cause them to get discouraged."

Tokoyami glances at the Kirishima beside him. "That's—don't deal us out just yet. We've dealt with villains before."

Kirishima grins and starts getting hyped up, a determined expression in his eyes as he shifts into a fighting position. Not only him, but a lot of the students also shift into their fighting positions.

Midoriya just rolls his eyes and glances off to the side where three of the students remain. He overhears them saying that they don't have the right to fight since they didn't pass the license exams. His attention is brought to Shinsou who hits his shoulder. "You sure you're up to fight? You look ready to drop dead or kill him."

He gives the teen a toothy smile and thumbs up. "Yeah, give me a reason to punch his perfect face," he says quietly yet cheerfully—too cheerfully. His indigo-eyed friend gives him a suspicious look and mentally hopes that he doesn't do anything too rash.

Mirio doesn't hear him but some of the those who have sensitive hearing did and shoot concern looks at the green-haired male. Izuku immediately volunteers to go first, which surprises a couple of them since the timid male never liked being the first to participate. The teen rushes forward, aiming a kick to the blond's face. He's wide open? What—?

Midoriya didn't even hit him. He didn't move. It's almost as if my—I went through him. Some kind of intangibility?

Togata doesn't waste time. He disappears and reappears behind the rest of the class. Izuku watches with a scowl.

"Mirio deserved One For All. All Might made a rash decision in choosing a quirkless child like you."

Izuku's anger flares as he watches his friends and classmates go down. Shinsou evades the best he can but drops. Izuku snaps. He rushes forward, managing to land a hit against his senpai's cheek.

"You were lucky in receiving it, but you don't deserve that quirk."

Aizawa watches his student. "He's angry," he notes, glancing at his sidelined students. "Do any of you know why?" Three different no's come from them. Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose, watching as his student starts to lose control. "If he keeps this up, he's going to get hurt." His expression turns serious. "Mirio is the closest to being a pro hero."

Midoriya leaps out of the way of a punch, his quirk crackling to life around him again. He evades and attacks. None of his attacks land and Mirio is starting to get more and more serious. Something is going to go badly. Aizawa can feel it.

Midoriya's exhaustion catches up to his anger, body slamming the heated emotion away. Upon seeing the window of opportunity, Togata uppercuts Midoriya. Everyone watches in slow motion with wide eyes, as the green-haired boy's head slams against the concrete with a sickening crack.

Finally! The end of the chapter! What is causing Midoriya's exhaustion? Eh. Don't worry about that.

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Also! Guess what's back? Outtakes! If I don't post articles or forums, y'all will get Outtakes!

|Outtake|

Uraraka slams her head down, having stared at the same problem for more than ten minutes and nothing clicking. "That's it! I'm done. I'm done! I give up. I've dedicated my life to my lord and savior and this is it? No," she mutters, pulling away and shaking her head. "No. I'm dropping out and becoming a stripper. I will let a man grab my titty for twenty American dollars. I don't care anymore."

Iida stares at his friend with wide eyes before sighing, pushing up his glasses. "Uraraka, you're too young to be saying that. We're only sixteen, wait until you're eighteen. I'll be joining you."

"Iida, you are the best friend a gal needs, right now. I swear."

"Why go to class when you can shake ass?" he says, tapping the pencil on the textbook. He looks up and finds two new classmates joining in. "Midoriya! Shinsou! We're becoming strippers after high school. Wanna join?"

They're met with weird looks before Midoriya shrugs. "Count me in! Why go through the hassles when you can wear boob tassels, am I right?"

Uraraka beams. "People be thinking we're gonna be heroes when we're gonna be booty poppers!"

Shinsou is wondering what the hell kind of class did he join.

|End of Outtake|