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"Soooo... what is this?" a concerned Present Mic chuckled nervously as he stared at the grim expression on the faculty body's faces as they could not provide an answer to such a confusing scene before them. "Principal Nezu, sir, do you have any idea what it is?"
Principal Nezu sighed, "No, unfortunately, this time, I don't even know that this may be," Everyone in the conference hall audible gulped as the brains of the U.A schooling system just admitted to not knowing what the ominous letter meant, "And worse news is that, other pro heroes have called in over the past week to our school, saying that they too have received a letter that had no address." As those words left his mouth, a file of pro heroes trickled in, all with baffled faces towards that confusing letter they had received in the past week.
'Dang, he's here too!' All Might sweat-dropped, spotting his former mentor, and trying his hardest not to shake in fear.
When they have settled down, an air of awkward silence filled the room. everyone giving each other looks, not willing to be the first to break the ice.
"So," many of the heroes jumped at the sudden loudness of Principal Nezu's voice, "Was anyone able to decipher the letter?" Many shook their heads at the offending question, "Or even able to open it?" Silence once again filled the room as a clear indication of failure to open a seemingly simple letter.
" I don't get it, Shouta!" Present Mic whispered-shouted to Eraserhead, "Why can't we just destroy it?"
"Was anyone able to even make a dent in it?" continued Principal Nezu, and the dissatisfaction of several shakes of heads from the pro heroes answered Present Mic's question.
"Maybe it is a puzzle?!" Cementoss commented.
"No, more likely a message!" Sir Nighteye said, pushing up his glasses.
"I just hope it is nothing that would threaten the students." All Might expressed, throwing his letter into the small pile of letters, exasperated at the fact no one understands it.
Then a white spark spread from All Might's letter over the whole pile and it shone so brightly that the Pro heroes had to cover their stinging, blinded eyes.
"I see that you have gathered!" a deep and velvety voice remarked, "I know that you probably can't figure out how to open these privately, and have gathered here to discuss the content and meaning to what these letters contain!" At this point, it sounded a bit amused. "Well that's okay, there is nothing really private and unique about any of them. I wrote the same letter to all of you to tell you about your futures, involving the students of class 1A and 1B, as well as many other students of U.A. will be intertwined and are interesting. So I'll give you all the chance to find out and plan out your future by showing you what is going to be occurring!" The voice paused dramatically, that Present Mic who was leaning forward, engrossed with the message, fell out of his chair. "At any time of the day, I will take you all to a place to see this, so brace yourselves."
"So what now?" Present Mic grumbled, getting off the ground and rubbing the slightly sore spot on his thigh.
"Ahhh! I'm beat!" groaned Ashido, stretching out her slouching back.
"Tell me about it! Maths is literally the worst class, man!" Kaminari declared.
"It's not that bad, especially if you've got a great tutor," smiled Kirishima, "Maybe ask Momo, she'll help you get a good grade for the next maths test. Then you'll be as good as me!"
"That's because you've got a spiky, hot-tempered boyfriend to beat the lesson into your brain!" complained Kaminari.
"B-but we're not-" Kirishima blushed a deep hue of red.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU RIP-OFF PIKACHU!?" yelled Bakugou.
"Midoriya, how's today's lesson?" Todoroki asked.
"Hmm, o-ohh, it-it was fine, Todoroki!" Midoriya stammered, face also turning red. Todoroki only 'hmm-ed' in response.
"You have to make sure to do your homework, guys. It is due tomorrow and no one of us should be late." Iida reported, arms swinging wildly again.
"Iida! Calm down! We're going to do it after karaoke, right everyone?" Uraraka patted Iida's arm.
A couple of 'yeahs' and 'whoops' responded.
"Okay! Let's go!" Uraraka started to walk towards the door.
Then, it slammed open as a huge gust of wind whipped around the room, causing the class to panic as all of them was lifted and spun.
Class 1A landed painfully onto a cold, black marble floor. They looked around at the gold ornate walls and ceiling that’s lights looked as if living galaxies were embedded into plaster. Not a minute later, Class 1B appeared in a nonchalant flash. The mini, white tornado just spewed them all over the floor.
“Wha-?” Kendo glanced around, visibly shocked over their surroundings and saw Class 1A, also confused and genuinely concerned, and Bakugou’s case, angry.
“WHY ARE YOU EXTRAS DOING HERE?”
“Hah! I knew it! It must be one of you, losers, that decided to get rid of competition. When we get out of this, you’ll all be in trouble or expelled. Hahaha-” Monoma was cut off by the giant hand of Kendo who head-chopped him to shut him up.
“Sorry, he’s always like this,” Kendo apologised.
‘It’s fine!’ Class 1A thought collectively as they are use to Monoma’s failed tauntings.
“Kirishima!”
“Tetsutetsu!”
“You here too?”
“Yeah, that wind wisped all of Class 1A away too! Whoever it is, the person behind it is so not manly!”
Both classes sweat-dropped at the two hard boys having their ‘manly’ talk.
“Yea-”
Another draught interrupted Kirishima and Tetsutetsu’s manly speech, dumping Hatsume and Shinso. Shinso barely batted an eye when he was deposited on the cold ground, while Hatsume couldn’t feel a thing due to her inflatable butt cushion invention.
“See my babies at their work!” Her eyes twinkled.
In another few flashes, the pro heroes started appearing, one by one. Some landed gracefully (Gran Torino), while some crashed to the floor, much like the students did.
“So this was what he meant by brace yourself,” grumbled Aizawa (Eraserhead), getting up and dusting himself off.
“Sir!” The students shot question after question on why they were here, what everyone else was doing here and if it were a test.
“Silence!” It was audible despite it being in the form of Aizawa’s annoyed glare.
“I know I should be saying this right now, but, wow, this place is sexy!” Exclaimed Midnight.
“Not now, Nemuri!”
Although it was a highly inappropriate time, the students and other pro heroes couldn’t not agree with what Midnight said. The place was indeed magnificent. The floor was black and white marble, with gold images lining the beige walls, and velvet, wine coloured curtains and a black, twinkling ceiling to set it all off. They were astounded by the decoration that all seemed high end, even Yaoyorozu was excited as she stated, “we don’t have those lights in our house! I’m going to mother about this, when we get home!” Ochako was just overwhelmed, almost fainting right there and then, if Iida wasn’t able to catch her.
“Look!”
Everyone glanced to where Tsuyu was pointing and a collective gasp in surprise was heard. Tsuyu has pulled back the curtains to reveal a window that showed darkness with rainbow swirling matter drifting everywhere.
“Just what is this place?” Aizawa growled.
“Don’t worry! Nothing will harm you. As I have told you, I’m here to show you the future and some of the past.” The deep voice spoke in a soothingly slow tone.
“SHOW YOURSELF VILLAIN, SO I CAN BLAST YOU APART!” Snarled Bakugou, his explosions popping in his hands.
“Jeez, Bakugou! Don’t need to be aggressive,” a man appeared in a flash of light , “maybe I should just take away all of your powers for now, so we can avoid further violence, yes?”