Izuku walked over to the monitor room with Iida and Ochaco. He opened the metal door to find All Might and the rest of the class waiting for them.

"Welcome back!" All Might shouted. He raised his hand to show a thumbs up. "Let's begin the review for the first battle. We're making it short and clear, we still have another four of these to go."

He walked up to the monitor showcasing the statistics from the first battle. "In this battle, it was the villain's victory, which would be young Midoriya. Well, it goes without saying that the most valuable person was him."

"To be honest, I'm a little surprised it turned out that way," Kirishima said. He looked at Izuku, showing a slight grin. "As expected of you of course. But don't count your luck yet when you face me."

"He says that but he was crying just a bit early about not fighting you," a voice said behind the red-haired boy. "Not to mention that he won't even fight you."

Kirishima turned around with an embarrassed look. "Hey Asui! Don't tell him that!" he said with a small panicked voice.

All Might cleared his throat. "Ahem, I'd advise we continue. You'll have all the time to talk later."

"Yes, sir!" Kirishima bowed straight at the teacher to apologise for his rude behaviour.

"No matter," All Might said as he directed the class to Izuku. "Young Midoriya won the battle, but apart from his victory. The other two didn't do so bad as well. Can anyone explain what happened on both sides?"

Yaoyorozu raised her hand. "Yes, Mr. All Might. While Midoriya's plan worked out in the end, it was mostly reliant on the chance that Iida and Uraraka would not search the first floor. In order to account for that, he succeeded in fooling them by making the hero team believe the bomb was on the higher floors. However, the hero team had the right idea to split up in order to utilise their numbers advantage. Their only mistake was not to search everywhere first."

All Might stood in disbelief from the girl's answer, "Sh-She said more than I expected." He looked at Yaoyorozu, "While there some other things you could have explained, that was still correct!" He said while giving out a thumbs up. "All right everyone, let's change locations and start the second match. Go about with this training after thinking about what was mentioned."

All Might paused. "And Midoriya, make your way to the nurse's room to get yourself checked."

"That was a lot more fun than I expected," Izuku said to himself, gripping onto his bandaged side. "I didn't get to see all of my classmates' quirks… But it's only a matter of time until I figure out our next move."

Izuku made his way to the classroom door, and upon opening it saw most of Class 1-A waiting for him.

"Oh, Midoriya's here!" Kirishima said loudly. "I didn't really get to say much earlier, but good work!" He ran over to Izuku along with several others. "Man, I don't know what you were saying during the match, but you sure as hell proved yourself."

Another classmate in his school uniform spoke up. "I can't believe you fought evenly against Iida and Uraraka, and then proceeded to actually win!"

"You definitely got that right Sero!" the pink haired girl exclaimed. She turned to face Izuku with her hands facing up towards her chest. "You did a good job preparing and fooling them!"

"I can see why Mr. Aizawa made you fight alone. You really set the bar, the rest of us had to give it our all too," said a boy with large lips. "But like Kirishima said earlier, there will be a lot of people looking at you now."

Kirishima laughed, afterwards pointing to the classmates around him one by one. "We're all going over training together right now. This tall guy behind me with the pointed down hair is Hanta Sero."

"I'm Yuga Aoya—" said a boy with dazzling eyes. He rested his chin on both hands, smiling creepily at Izuku, but was interrupted by the girl with pink hair and skin.

"I'm Mina Ashido!" the girl said abruptly, waving her arms in the air excitedly. "You did a good job fooling them!"

The girl Izuku had seen wearing a frog costume, appeared behind Ashido. "I'm Tsuyu Asui," she said calmly. "Call me Tsu."

The classmate with big lips stepped up, smiling. "I'm Sato! And this little guy below me is Mineta."

Izuku looked down to see a boy with purple ball-shaped hair. "Oh god. Just from the way he looks, already gives me a bad feeling," he thought.

From the corner of the room, one student with a beak and bird-like head closed his eyes, annoyed at what he saw. "You're too loud," he muttered, not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

"Tokoyami!" Iida shouted. He shifted over his way to the classmate, pointing out where the boy sat. "That desk is not a chair. Get off of it immediately." He started waving his arms up and down.

A girl beside them with audio jacks coming off her earlobes stepped in. "It's not that big of a deal, is it?" she asked.

"Wh-?!" Iida shouted, but was stopped by another classmate.

"What's with those hands, anyway?" asked a boy with blonde hair. A large tail protruded out of his back, arching up.

Iida looked at the floor with a dejected face. "You people…" He mumbled, slumping his shoulders down. Before quickly recovering and pointing at them with a serious expression. "I cannot condone that kind of disrespect to the desks. Especially to the great men and women who are now our upperclassmen!"

"You're too loud," Tokoyami repeated.

The entire class turned to look at Iida, chuckling at the confrontation that took place.

Izuku stared at them, only smiling a little. For a moment he felt warm until the one thing left inside of him reminded Izuku of where he stood. The boy's smile faded, knowing he could never get close to them.

"Remind me again of what the boy is up to?" Giran asked with a curious tone. He grabbed the glass from the counter, stirring the ice inside.

"He infiltrated U.A Academy from what I gather," Kurogiri said. "Taking it from his own words, he is determining the best candidates for us and when we will launch the attack."

"Oh? So, he is running it himself?" Giran asked as a grin could be seen underneath his glass of rum. To his left, a fist smashed against the table, causing several drinks to almost tip over. Giran shifted his eyes to find Tomura, enraged from what he said.

"I suggest you do not play your little word games," Tomura warned.

Giran scoffed at Tomura's threat. "You are the last person I should be worried about… Also, please enlighten me on how my death would benefit the League of Villains."

Tomura stared at Giran, still giving off a scornful look.

"Exactly," Giran noted, placing the glass back down. "Regardless of the situation, I know where I stand."

Kurogiri sighed. He looked over towards the man on the opposite side of the table. "Apart from you just coming here to drink. Was there another reason for your visit today?"

"Actually yes, however, I would advise this guy leaves," Giran said, pointing at Tomura. "Otherwise things might get a little messy."

"What do you mean?" Tomura asked. He squinted his eyes through the hand blocking his face. "I'd rather stay here."

Giran chuckled lightly, but Tomura did not so much as smile. "Just a warning. Do what you want," he said while taking out a cigarette pack. Behind the bar, Kurogiri watched the tension unfold itself. He relaxed his shoulders and went to dry off a few glasses he rinsed off earlier.

"You're holding off your emotions better," Giran said, to the surprise of the young man.

Tomura stared forward with his chin resting on one hand. He did not move his head. "Are you mocking me?" he asked with a level tone.

"Well I would say no," Giran told him. "Apart from some little hiccups here and there, I would say there is progress if I compare you now from what you were in the past." He placed the cigarette in between his lips and burnt the end of it with his lighter.

Tomura stayed silent, contemplating how much he hated the man.

Giran puffed out a slew stream of smoke. "If I were you. I would take the time to prepare and work on assisting where you're needed." He took out the cigarette and held it in front of him. "That is what the boss would like to see. Otherwise, nothing will be achieved."

"I am aware of what needs to be done," Tomura declared. "That isn't something you need to tell me."

"You may be saying that," Giran said. "But your actions speak otherwise." He placed the cigarette back in his mouth and leaned back across the wooden chair. "The reason why I warned you earlier is because your friend Midoriya is coming, along with some other members."

Tomura's eyes opened at the announcement of Izuku arriving so suddenly. He placed one hand over his throat, slowly beginning to scratch it with his nails.

"He wanted to tell me something, but now if I think about it… He probably needs to talk to you anyways," Giran noted. "Best to wait a few more minutes until he's here."

Tomura tapped his finger on the bar counter. "Whatever," he thought. "Let's play the game his way for now, and then figure out what to do."

"Speak of the devil," Giran said loudly upon noticing the entrance door swing open.

"Hello Mr. Giran," Izuku said with a smile. "It's been a long time since we've last seen each other." Behind the boy, Toga and Dabi appeared. "I take it you've been doing well?"

"So far it's been alright. Relaxing after a long day of work," Giran replied cheerfully.

"Well, that's good to hear." Izuku walked over to Giran and sat down beside him. "Sorry to bring this up to you on such a short notice, but I think it might be time for an upgrade. It will be kind of difficult to wear it as time goes on."

Giran laughed. "Already getting too small? You youngsters grow up way too fast."

"I appreciate you coming here," Izuku said earnestly. "It was difficult to convince someone of leaving the house on a weekend." He glanced over at Tomura, noticing the young man ignoring him.

"Well, what kind of news do you bring?" Giran asked. "Surely something interesting for the old man to hear."

Izuku smiled wanly. "I've already gotten information on most of the students who attend U.A." He leaned close and lowered his voice. "Some of them might interest you. I though you'd best know first." He handed over a small note to Giran. "Consider it a gift from me."

Giran placed the piece of paper in his back pocket and stood up. "I suppose it's time for me to head out. Send me the proportions on the phone when you get the chance, and good luck on the operation."

Izuku waved goodbye to the man before addressing Tomura. "I need to discuss with you our next plans," he said coldly. "Preferably alone."

Tomura pulled back his arms against the table. "Follow me."

Izuku trailed behind the one man he knew he could not trust. He had little doubt that Tomura was going to treat him as an equal. As they approached the same corridor Izuku had walked through many times, he felt something was different about the place.

"You've been sort of quiet lately," Izuku noticed. "Change of character?"

Tomura continued walking through the dimly lit hallway. "Would it make you happier if I said yes?" he asked with a low voice.

Izuku placed a finger on chin, lifting an eyebrow. "I just find it odd with the way you've been acting, that's all." He rose his arms up to stretch, while studying the concrete walls around them. "Why here?" he asked abruptly.

"It doesn't matter where we stay," Tomura replied. He stopped moving and turned to face Izuku. "As long as it's just the two of us, we might as well do it here." The hand covering his face blocked off the animosity he felt towards the boy in front of him.

Izuku looked at the young man curiously, shrugging at the answer he was given.

"What did you want to tell me?" Tomura inquired. "Surely you didn't come here to play around."

"As a matter of fact, I did not come here to have fun," Izuku explained. "I came here to tell you of an opportunity that may benefit the league very soon."

Tomura gave him a stony stare. "Have you finally decided to become useful?"

"Useful? Oh, surely," Izuku replied negligently. "Hear me out. I'm giving you exactly what you wanted right from the start. In a few days, the class I have joined will be training at an outside facility. Far away from anyone else that might possibly disturb our work. You want to prove the world that people live in a false sense of security? To oust those who fake their real intentions? Then this is our first chance to send a real message. But on the other side of the coin, we might have a problem with All Might showing up."

"All Might," Tomura muttered quietly, scratching his throat audibly. "If it's All Might, then it only makes it better for us."

Izuku sighed. "I understand the grand picture, but I do not think it would be wise to throw down all of our cards at once. Especially against the hero who has proved time and time again why he is the greatest." He placed his hands together, expressing a delighted look. "Instead of doubling down on capturing the students and attempting to kill All Might, why don't we test them first? Show the world how weak the best hero academy in the world is, completely unable to defend its students."

"And why should I listen to you?" Tomura asked with displeasure. "I am in charge of managing our forces. I will decide what happens with or without you."

"No, no, no," Izuku said coldly. "You forget that I hold all of the crucial information. I still haven't told you what day and time U.A will be going, and where off to specifically. If you choose to dismiss my advice, then I will not tell you anything. Master only wanted us to work together, no?"

Tomura glared at Izuku scornfully. "You do not bring him up," he cautioned.

Izuku gave out a wry smile. "Sure thing. But first—" He gestured Tomura to look behind him, only for the man to find a dark figure standing at the end of the corridor. It slowly walked towards them, each step echoing throughout the long tunnel.

"I appreciate you coming at my request," the voice spoke out. "It is only a matter of time until both of you begin the dream I have always longed for."

Upon realizing who it was, Tomura took a few steps forward. "Master, why did you call him here?"

"Oh? Finally showing your true colours with that being your first question…?" All for One asked. His black visor towered over Tomura, reflecting the hand that covered the young man's face. "No longer afraid to speak up?"

Tomura stayed silent, staring into the mask.

All for One frowned from hearing no response come out. "I see that it is still too early for him," he thought. He turned to face Izuku, "I called Midoriya here because of what he told me. And I have decided that his plan holds more benefit to us."

Before Tomura could respond, All for One interrupted him. "Tomura… I do not want to hear you complain after you've done nothing so far." He moved his arms to the side and brought his palms upward. "What has been proposed to me, benefits both of you regardless."

"I have recently been experimenting with a few weapons that may aid you," All for One continued. "If All Might will appear as you say Midoriya, then these tools will definitely be of use." A smirk formed behind the mask. "A tool designed to fight against the number one hero."

"If I may ask All for One, will it be sufficient to replace most of our members for the attack?" Izuku asked.

"That is what you requested," All for One stated. "And that is what will be given."

Izuku smirked at the news given to him. "Splendid."

A/N: Build up for the next few chapters. We're moving onto the first major conflict, so I am excited to have that happen. I've already planned out a few things and I hope with the way everything is being set up… that it will lead to some very crazy things. Good crazy things. Because of exams coming up soon I'll be taking a break so that I can focus on that. As well as just refresh my mind so I don't start to write a lot worse. It's been a crazy month, but I do intend on finishing this story.