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Sometimes, Izuku decides, Quirks are more of a pain in the ass than any help whatsoever.

Moments like that are rare for him but they do happen. Like now. Staring at the mirror in his room, looking at his reflection. His almost certainly smaller reflection. He had grown a lot in his second year and by the third he was among the taller boys in his class. However looking in the mirror he was as tall as he was in his first year at UA.

Another thing that put Izuku on edge was that he woke up in his bedroom at home. As far as he was concerned he went to bed yesterday in the dorms. It was the night before graduation most of his stuff had already been in boxes for him to take home sometime in the next week.

His room also lacked most of the hero merchandise he had accumulated in the last three years. When he went to check his phone for messages to check if the others were having similar problems he felt his heart slowly sinking lower and lower.

Now, he never insisted on having the newest model of a phone but he did recently get a new on, as the one before got crushed in a fight, while on patrol. What he was holding in his had however was not his new phone. Looking through the contact list and the chats he had open on lime a suspicion formed in his mind.

Leaving the phone on his bed he went downstairs where he could hear his mother in the kitchen, steadfastly ignoring the new uniform laid out for the day.

“Hey, mom.” he said coming into the kitchen “Could you humor me a bit and tell me what today’s date is?”

“Izuku, are you alright?”

“Perfectly fine.” his voice sounded a bit strangled even to himself. “Please, just humor me?”

“It’s the 6^th of April, Izuku are you sure you’re alright? Is it nerves about UA?”

“You could say that.”

He could feel his hands start to shake. Putting on a smile for his mother he assured her that he was alright and hurried back to his room.

“Shouta, everything alright?”

Hizashi was used to his husband being a bit out of it, in the mornings. His patrol had run late, on top of that it was the first day of school and those were never fun for Shouta. Usually he ended up expelling at least one student, on the first day, he never looked forward to it. So, apprehension and weariness were somewhat expected feelings to see on his face but it was parred with an undercurrent of horror, that was worrying Hizashi.

“Maybe your class won’t be that bad, this year.” he tried.

Shouta went from staring at Hizashi to quickly grabbing his phone and scrolling through his chats. Weird, the only chats he has are with Hizashi and Nemuri. Was he expecting a call? Hizashi watched his husband continue check his phone with growing confusion.

“Shou?”

Finally Shouta looked at him again. “God fucking damn it.”

“KATSUKI!!! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!”

Instead of yelling back like he normally did, Katsuki just stared at her, before silently grabbing his bag and going to the door.

“I’ll probably be out late today. Don’t wait up.” he called over his shoulder, closing the door behind him.

Mitsuki looked at her husband, who was wearing a shocked expression. Katsuki not yelling back, was not something that happened. Ever.

“What the fuck?” she said into the silence that had descended upon the kitchen.

“Shoto.”

Fuck.

“I expect you to show your excellence in UA, you understand that, yes?”

“Yes, father.” he answered automatically.

Fuuuuuuck.

“Hitoshi! Get your ungrateful ass to school, you good for nothing lazy!”

“What the hell?” he breathed when the steps were well down the stairs. Considering he had been living with Shota and Hizashi for almost two years now, he had not woken up like this in a while.

Looking around the room, finding the calendar on the wall next to his bed, his panic continued to grow exponentially.

“MOM!”

“Ochako! Don’t scare us like that!”

“Pick up, Pick up, come on…” Momo begged her phone. She didn’t quite know what to do, she just hoped that she wasn’t alone in this.

“Hello?”

“Kyouka?”

“Momo?! Oh thank God! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay! Are you?”

“I’m fine… This is… What do we do?”

“Let’s go to school and check with the others, if the two of us remember than maybe the others do too.”

A sigh, then with forced calm she answered. “Okay, I’ll meet you at the train station.”

Tenya, who had seen a variety of Quirks over his time in the hero course, thought that this was either the product of a hallucination quirk or someone really had a quirk that let him wake up roughly three years in the past. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, certainly just telling people would make himself loose any sort of credibility, if his parents deemed him mentally unfit for the hero course he would be pulled from UA. That was not something he was prepared to risk.

If he had been on his fist day of UA he would have told adults, but-. But. He was older now, he had seen that adults don’t always have the best answers or solutions. No, the best thing was to wait. Wait and see if he could find a way to figure this out. He needed to analyze the situation before acting.

He was determined to not mess this up. Determined to go to school, to pretend. And then he walked into the kitchen.

“Tenya! I thought I’d stop by before my patrol.” said his brother, grinning at him.

His brother. In his hero costume. In his costume, doing his job. Walking.

“Tenya! What's wrong? Are you alright? Why are you crying?”

Walking to school again was weird. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, moving as fast as possible, without actually running.

Aizawa taught them how to not get noticed in their second year. You want to avoid running as much as possible, it draws attention. You can hide in a crowd, subtly change your clothes, change your posture so you get overlooked but the side walk felt too empty, too wide. It was just too much open space, lots of hiding spots. It gave Mina the creeps.

She didn’t get what happened. It was supposed to be graduation tomorrow and now it was the first day?! How the hell does that work?

The gates started looming on the horizon and she couldn’t help but pick up the pace a bit. She was so close, just another minute and then she was safe. Naturally she knew that she was probably safe now too but being inside UA would make her feel better.

Reaching the gates she saw a familiar redhead standing before the entrance, just looking at the school and not making a move to go in.

“Eijirou!”

He whipped around and started running towards her, relieve clear on his face.

“Mina! Please tell me you remember right?!”

Oh thank god.

“Yeah! What do you think happened? A quirk?” It was really the only thing she could come up with. The only thing that made any amount of sense.

“Must have been. It’s… Weird.” He sounded about as worried as she felt.

“What do we do?” More often than not, he had some kind of plan. Not always a good plan but they worked. Most of the time. Desperate times.

“Go to school and hope for the best?”

She nodded decisively, she really hoped that everyone remembered the last three years. The next three years? God, this was confusing! It was hard enough looking her parents in the eyes and seeing that they had no clue what she was talking about, when she asked about graduation and her friends, this morning. She hoped that the rest of the class wasn’t the same.

A thought occurred to her and she had to suppress a shudder of dread. “If I have to go through watching the train-wreck that is Midoriya and Todoroki again I will scream.”

Eijirou looked mildly horrified. “Oh god, please no.”

Tsuyu had to hurry or she would be late. She spend to much time at home this morning, fussing over her siblings, trying to assert if they where in anyway affected or part of why she apparently woke up three years in the past. As far as she could tell nothing was different from the day she first went to UA, but double checking still felt important.

She hurried through the hallways, coming up before the enormous door to the 1-A homeroom. There was a crowd in front. Her classmates were standing in front, quietly discussing with each other. Todoroki was hovering near Midoriya, who was talking with Iida and Ochako. The Baku squad was arguing with Momo and Kyouka. The others standing close by joining in from time to time. Mineta was taped to the wall by what looked like Sero’s tape.

“Tsu-chan!” Ochako had spotted her and waved her over. The conversations came to a halt, everyone turning to greet her. Apparently she’s the same as everyone else, having gone to bed the day before graduation and now somehow here. Mostly everyone, anyway.

“We taped his ears over too, so he doesn’t overhear.” explained Sero, pointing to Mineta who was still screaming under the tape. “He’s got no clue what we were talking about.”

“Hm, that’s probably because he left the class at the end of first year, kero.”

“That’s what I thought, too.” said Midoriya, nodding.

“Someone should go check on Shinsou then.” Tsuyu remarked, after not finding him among the others.

“Damn, he’s probably stuck in Gen-Ed right now” said Kaminari.

“We’ll get him at lunch.” decided Midoriya.

There was a pause. They weren’t sure what to do now. First period was starting and they had so much too figure out but right now they couldn’t.

“Right. So. Let’s go in?”

The silence was spreading again, looking uncomfortably at the door. Being late for Homeroom wasn’t fun. And on their first day too.

Iida went to open the door, apology for being late already half out of his mouth before he seemed to choke on his words. Tsuyu stuck her head over her classmates shoulder to see and instead of finding Aizawa sensei in his sleeping bag, he was sitting behind the teachers desk, hair pulled up in a bun, looking as tired as ever.

Sensei frowned. “Everyone, sit down.” When the class stated talking over each other, shooting questions at him his eyes glowed red. “Now.”

Once they sat down, Aizawa raised his hand to keep them from speaking again. He stood up, moved around the desk coming to a halt in front of it. Still frowning.

“Problem child.”

“Y-yes?”

“If this was you I will expel you.”

“That stopped being effective in second year.”

“So it is your fault.”

“No! It’s not.”

“Statistically speaking...”

“Sensei-” interrupts Momo, slightly raising her voice.

“Yes, Yaoyorozu?”

“I think we should gather what we know and try to find what triggered this.”

Aizawa sighs “Well, it’s not like I have anything really left to teach you.” Looking over the class, spotting the empty seat, he adds “I’ll go expel Mineta now and then clear things with the principal to get Shinsou back into our class. Until I’m back, don’t destroy anything.”

With that he left the classroom.

Chapter Text

It was probably wrong to feel so satisfied seeing a student running away crying. But if he looked at Mineta’s face any longer he might be tempted to kick him. Through a window. On the third floor. The incident that led to his original expulsion still made him angry, when he looked at the little pervert.

Technically he hadn’t done anything worth expelling yet, it was the first day, weird as it was. However, with the future knowledge that his behavior would not only never change but steadily get worse, he felt entirely assured that this was best thing he could do. Inflicting Mineta upon his class was a punishment he did not feel like dishing out today.

Making his way to the principals office he debated what he would tell him. Not the truth, not right now, anyway. There were a few documented quirks that could mess with time, one of them was the Rescue-Hero “Freeze” who could, freeze time in a 15 meter radius around herself but her quirk didn’t apply very well to their situation. There had been Hero’s in the past with similar quirks but they had all retired or died at this point. Shouta knew of a doctor, who worked in Kitakyushu, who could reverse time up to thirty minutes but that was only possible on one person at a time and he needed to be in close contact with the person, so that ruled him out to, unlikely as it was to begin with.

He’d taken Eri to meet him, because their quirks were very similar and he did have helpful advice for controlling it. Eri’s control had gotten a lot better, he didn’t think she was responsible for this either.

There was of course no telling whether All for One had a quirk in store that could reverse time this far back. He had to admit that it wasn’t a bad strategy, in case he got defeated, rather permanently too, in his case, just turn back time and start again. He could have given the quirk to someone else who used it after his defeat. But that didn’t make much sense for various reasons.

One, why would only they remember the last three years, two, if he had a quirk that allowed him to bend time in that way why hadn’t he used it before and three if he’d given someone else a quirk like that Shouta couldn’t imagine that that person would do as instructed. With a quirk like that, life could be very easy, just erase all your mistakes and start again. All for one was also smart enough to realize that, so he probably wouldn’t have given away a quirk like that, if he had it.

Which, of course, left him no smarter than before. It was frustrating to say the least.

Considering his nightmare class, he doubted that this was going to be anything else than one headache after another. At least he didn’t really have to teach them anymore. That just might make him quit.

Knocking on the principals door he didn’t wait for a reply and let himself in.

“Ah, Aizawa, even for you half an hour into the first period is a bit early.”

With a sigh, he let himself sink into the chair in front of Nezu, no doubt the rat? bear? whatever, already knew he expelled a student. All knowing monster that he was.

“I’ve expelled Mineta Minoru, on grounds of sexual harassment and having absolutely zero chance of making it as a hero. I’d like to move a student from Gen-Ed into my class, I’ve had my eyes on him since the entrance exam.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes.”

They started at each other for a good minute, Shouta keeping his face carefully blank, before Nezu opened his laptop began typing.

“What is the name of the student that you wished to transfer into your class?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.”

“Hmmm, interesting, very interesting.” said the principal, clearly hoping for Shouta to explain his reasoning, or at least comment, defending his course of action.

Three years ago he might have felt the need tojustifyhis decisions, now he just patiently stared at his employer, full well knowing that his behavior was giving away that something wasn’t quite the same as the last time they had spoken.

But if there was one thing he liked to do at work it was driving his coworkers up the wall. He’d never admit it but their reactions were too funny to pass up. He had never managed to get one over the principal, though not for lack of trying. In all honesty he would love to give it a go this time. Not knowing something must irritate Nezu, who liked to be so well informed, that he bordered on creepy.

“As of tomorrow, Shinsou Hitoshi will be part of class 1-A.” closing the laptop Nezu focused his attention entirely on Shouta, he wasn’t quite frowning, in a way that was totally a frown and asked. “Is there anything else you might want to discuss with me, Aizawa?”

“Not right now, no.” he replied, completely calm. “I’ll let you know.” he added, as he stood up, leaving the office. He could feel the principals eyes on his back, but made no move to turn around.

“All right, anything else?” asked Izuku, looking at the class.

They had decided to write down what they knew so far on the blackboard, after yelling at each other proved a rather unsuccessful way to organize information.

The class agreed that their trip to the past was indeed real and not a hallucination. Hallucination quirks had a few ‘tells’ that you could look out for, the biggest one in their situation was that the scale was simply to big. They had all interacted with their families and to some extend the public when they went to school in the morning. They covered quirks like that in their third year and an easy reality check was to talk to other people to confirm what your seeing or get out of range. All things considered they could reasonably rule those quirks out.

‘Time Travel?’ was written at the top of the board. It looked as if it was restricted to their class, as none of their families remembered and the other students didn’t seem to either.

Looking at the blackboard again, he added ‘range?’ to their list of questions. “I think it could be everyone who was in the dorms.” he said.

“We still need to confirm with Shinsou but I think that idea has merit.” Yaoyorozu agreed.

There were nods all around but Izuku continued frowning at the blackboard. There were too many questions in his head, all flying around at once, he had problems getting them in order. Why the first day? Who was responsible?

No one had noticed anything before going to bed yesterday, they had a movie night in the common area and then went to bed at around eleven pm. Nothing out of the ordinary happened the week before either.

“If it was the dorms wouldn’t Mic-Sensei remember too?” asked Ojirou.

“He was at the radio studio. He wouldn’t have been back until five am.” answered Jirou.

Whether or not he remembered would give them valuable information, regarding the time frame of the quirk used to send them back in time, either way. So far they had narrowed it down to be between eleven forty-five and roughly six thirty, since that was when the earliest alarm would have gone off. If Mic-Sensei remembered then it gave them a roughly one and a half hour time frame. If he didn’t it would be around five hours.

“If he does remember maybe he saw something that could help us.” he added.

“He doesn’t.” said Aizawa, completely dry, as he came back into the classroom, making them jump.

Izuku nodded to himself and corrected the time frame on the board. He sat back down as Aizawa went to his usual spot by the desk.

“Shinsou will be in our class coming tomorrow. Considering that we don’t know how this happened I’d like to keep it close for the moment. Additionally, we should think about how we want to handle this.”

“Umm, Sir, handle what exactly?”

“If we were really send back three years in time we should assume that events are going to happen the same way they did before. Meaning, the league of villains will be attack the USJ in four days.”

Four days was not a lot of time. Scratch that it was basically nothing. Especially to prepare for such a big fight. Thinking back to their first year, Izuku had to admit that everything that had happened, happened in such short succession it felt like you could barley come up for air in between the waves.

“Fuck.” said Bakugou into the silence that had descended upon the class, echoing all of their thoughts.

“Let’s take them out now!” decided Kirishima.

“Yeah! we can do it!”

“Let’s show them!”

The class dissolved into shouting encouragements, while Izuku’s mind was practically racing over all the reasons that was, as much as he hated it, not a good idea. In fact it would be a horrible disaster to take the league out at the USJ.

“No!” he yelled over the others, standing up to get the attention of the class.

“Ehhhh! What the hell do you mean no?, you stupid nerd?!”

“If we take them out now, All for One will still be out there. We only know where he was when he was in Kamino. I don’t like this either but if we take out the league of villains at the USJ we won’t have a chance to take out All for One.” he explained. “If we change too much we won’t be able to anticipate the events anymore, then we won’t have any advantages. And considering who we’re fighting I don’t think we can afford to not use any and all advantages we get.”

“Damn.” said Kirishima, scowling. “You’re right.”

“I think-” began Izuku before stopping. He glanced at his teacher, who was looking very unhappy right now. Izuku kind of hated himself a little bit for the plan he had come up with in the last minutes. He took a deep breath and continued. “I think we should let the USJ play out. We should change as little as possible to ensure that the events will still happen the same way they did the first time. That way we will know how best to fight them.”

Everyone had the same levels of unease upon hearing his thoughts. He could understand them, he didn’t like it either. In fact, looking at Aizawa, who was gripping his elbow with his hand, where Shigaraki had disintegrated his skin, he wanted nothing more than stand at the USJ and punch him in the face. But he couldn’t. Not if he wanted for this to be over for good.

“We should be able to change little things, but the outcome should stay the same. The league needs to get away at the USJ and at the training camp. After Kamino we should be fine.”

If at all possible he wanted to keep Aizawa as far away from the Nomu as he could manage. His own trauma from the USJ was already starting to make him twitchy. Aizawa had to be considerably worse.

His teacher was looking rather pale. “Alright.” The Pro said finally. “You guys are gonna need to train if you want to do this.”

“You’re not going to stop us?” asked Ochako surprised.

“No. You might look like first years now but you already have the training to be a Pro Hero. With all the fights you have been through I would consider you to be seasoned Pros.”

“Sensei-” began Izuku but he didn’t quite know what to say to that.

“Obviously I’m not going to let you go alone. God knows you’ll end up breaking all your bones, if I do.”

Quiet laughter was going through the room as Izuku pouted before smiling sheepishly.

“Alright. Time to plan.” said Aizawa as the laughter died down.

Lunch came around pretty fast, Izuku headed to the cafeteria flanked by Shouto and Tenya. Ochako and Tsuyu trailing behind them, talking quietly among themselves.

“We should ask Sensei to push for the dorms after the USJ. That way you won’t have to stay at home until Kamino.” he said.

Shouto just hummed, reaching out to take Izuku’s hand. Izuku gave it a light squeeze wanting to reassure his boyfriend. He really hoped that Aizawa would manage to get the dorms earlier that they had the first time around.

“I was thinking-” began Tenya, frowning when he didn’t finish his sentence. Once they were sitting at their usual table Tenya leaned closer to them than he would usually, clearly not wanting to be overheard.

“Tenya?”

“It’s only a bit over three weeks until the sports festival.” he said and then quietly added, “I had hoped to do something before that incident in Hosu. There are a lot of villain watch forums online. Do you think we can do something?”

After a moment of consideration Izuku nodded, decisively. “I think I’ll be able to work something out.”

“We should bring the others into this, too.” said Shouto.

Before their conversation could continue, Shinsou unceremoniously dropped himself in the seat in front of Izuku and leveled him with a deadpan stare. “You,” he said after stealing food off of Shouto’s tray, “are cursed.”

“Why the hell does everyone think that this is my fault!” Izuku whisper yelled.

Shinsou just snorted and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Ugh.” Was Izuku’s dignified response as he dropped his head onto the table, missing his food tray by half an inch.

Eijirou was waiting for him when the final bell rang.

Aizawa had drilled them in the gym for almost the whole day. Getting used to his teenage body again was a bit more work than he had originally anticipated. He had all the right reflexes and fight responses but he wasn’t as fast or flexible as he had been in his last year. Which led to him widely overestimating his moves, which in turn led to him eating the ground more often than he’d have liked.

As far as he could tell everyone else had the same problem. He was confident that they could go up against the league in four days but he wasn’t as confident as he had been before training.

At least they were going to be prepared this time.

Eijirou fell into step with him as he walked towards the school gates. “I told my parents I’d be out late today.”

“Great! You wanna come over to my place?”

“Ugh, I’m gonna have to meet you’re parents again.”

“You love my parents.”

“Yeah, but they don’t know me yet. That’s gonna be fucking weird.”

“God, I know what you mean. It’s gonna be a bit hard to explain that I you’re my boyfriend right after the first day of knowing you.” he laughed.

“So just tell them in a few weeks, moron.” he retorted, but there was no real heat to it. The way Eiji was smiling he knew it to.

“I’m gonna go to train a bit more after school tomorrow.” He didn’t say ‘wanna come’ but the redhead heard it anyway, grinning brightly.

“Hell yeah!”

Chapter Text

The training exercise was over significantly faster than All Might would have anticipated. The student seemed to take their roles as hero’s and villains seriously and were taking care not to injure their classmates to grievously. Every team worked well together, all in all he would consider it a very successful exercise.

Still, he was a bit, well- not bothered, but something close, while he observed the round with young Midoriya’s team. The teen had made no mistakes, even those that All Might had anticipated. He moved much more sure of himself than in the previous months. He didn’t make any unnecessary moves and his control of One for All was better than All Might had ever seen.

After the exercise was over he discreetly waved his student aside. “Are you alright, young Midoriya?”

“Of course, why?” came the somewhat confused answer.

“Well you’ve been… a bit… different.”

“Oh, well, being at UA gave me a lot of confidence.”

“It’s been a day.”

“Oh, but what a long, long day it has been.”

That was bit of a weird answer, but All Might dismissed it. After all first days were indeed known to feel like a long time, to some people.

“As long as you’re alright, I suppose that’s fine.”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“In that case I’m happy that UA has affected you so positively. You seem to be making a lot of friends already.”

Midoriya gave him a blinding smile. “Yes! Their all great!”

Aizawa came in 15 minutes late for the staff meeting with a coffee that definitely wasn’t from the staff room, sank down in his chair next to Present Mic and totally interrupted what Vlad King was saying before.

“I need the gym. For the next two days.”

He was staring straight at Nezu who stared right back not saying anything. The principal did not seem inclined to answer right now so Thirteen decided to break the tension that was rising due to the staring match.

“Um, why?”

“Because I need it.” Was the only answer they got.

After another three minutes of staring Aizawa asked. “Okay?.” When no answer came he apparently thought that good enough. “Good, thanks.”

The exchange wasn’t addressed for the rest of the meeting and Aizawa primarily spent it drinking his Coffee, while looking all to smug at the principal.

After the meeting Midnight and some of the other teacher stopped him on the way to the gym.

“Umm, Aizawa, don’t you think that, well, you’re class is a bit weird?”

“Weird?”

“Not, not really in a bad way, necessarily. Just. Aren’t they a bit, I don’t know, too competent?”

“Too competent?”

“It’s literary their second day.”

“So you’re jealous because, my kids are better than any you ever taught?” He left the others to splutter as he continued on his way to the gym.

“Jealous!?”

“My kids..?”

Aizawa stood before 1-A, who were all present in the gym long after school hours.

“Apart from a few issues I think you’re good. If we had more time I’d do more training but since we don’t we’ll compromise. Work in teams. Don’t hold back.”

“Same to you, teach.” Came from Bakugou. “Nomu’s gonna be though.”

“At least this time I know what’s coming.” was the rather tired reply.

Not that it would help any, Izuku thought privately. Aizawa wouldn’t be able to beat the engineered monster one on one. It was stronger and significantly faster than the Underground hero. If he was extremely lucky, he would be able to evade it but even that would not be possible for more than a couple of minutes. At best. By the look Aizawa had in his eyes he knew that too.

“We’ll clear our zones faster this time and meet up at the plaza.” Izuku was determined to get to Aizawa before the Nomu even got the chance to make a move towards the man. Watching that once was hard enough.

Aizawa nodded once. “Don’t get cocky. We have the gym for the next two days. Work out you’re problems. I’ll be here if you need pointers.”

The UA gym was, just like the rest of the school, of the highest quality and brand new. It was filled with the best and absolutely every training equipment you could ever need, all pristine and perfectly durable for (almost) every quirk. It was one, if not the, best training facility in all of japan.

That was, until Class 1-A decided to take up a semi permanent residence in it.

Apparently their homeroom teacher had not expelled them, like he did his last class and had instead decided that homeroom was now taught in the gym, pushing the first years to their limit during the hell that he called training.

The second and third years watched with amused curiosity as these children took over the UA gym with an air of importance around them that made the older years chuckle. In their minds these kids had not yet faced any real struggles in their lives and were thus filled with a false sense of confidence, that they could take down any villain they saw, just because they got into UA. The other first years were more jealous than anything. After all what made that class so special?

That assumption changed rather quickly when those children completely decimated the previously thought to be indestructible gym.

They didn’t seem to need much instructions from their teacher, who was running the hardest obstacle course, with a speed that made the older years down right jealous and slightly more terrified of the man than they were before.

Even after school hours most of the class stayed late and trained, the audience however had shrunken down significantly and not just because most of the student headed home.

The green haired kid had misjudged one of his kicks and launched the punching bad across the gym, where tore apart as it hit the far wall, leaving a noticeable dent in the wall. The bag just missed a few of his classmates who just ducked with the confidence of experienced pro’s and went back to training like that didn’t just happen, while the green haired one called apologies across the room.

Taking in the cracks that were running up some of the walls, scorch marks everywhere and the holes of what looked like acid slowly eating it’s way towards unknown depths within the earth, most people came to the conclusion that they did not need to watch this and went home. Some people liked their sanity after all.

Chapter Text

Hizashi knows that something isn’t right, has known it for the last couple days, ever since he woke up to find his husband staring at his phone with muted horror, four days ago. Every interaction with Shouta has felt ever so slightly off but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

It’s there in the way he talks with his students, too familiar, too open in a way he usually isn’t, especially with people he doesn’t know. In the way he moves to cover Midnight at the slightest noise. Hizashi is sure that she hasn’t noticed yet, but only because she is trying too hard to figure out the mystery of Class 1-A as she calls it.

He has to admit that the class is a mystery though. They’re just… off. In the same way Shouta is, and he doesn’t like it one bit. They promise to be the most brilliant class Hizashi has ever seen in his years at UA, all of them entirely unique and far above the level of maturity he normally expects from first years. At the same time the look he sometimes catches in their eyes, before it disappears again reminds him of battlefields and blood and dark things. A look like that has no business in a child’s eyes.

Hizashi knows his husband well enough to know that he is hiding something. He trusts him to come to him when he’s ready, trusts him to seek help when he needs it but- But. He has a bad feeling that hooked it’s claws into his chest and refuses to leave

The reporters breaking through the gate yesterday hadn’t helped his stress levels any either.

It’s morning and Shouta is sitting on the couch with one of their cats in his lap, petting it absently, he looks relaxed but Hizashi can read the tension in the line of his shoulders.

He goes from the kitchen to the couch and sets a mug of coffee down on the table, in front of his husband. Startled Shouta looks up and shoots a small smile at him.

Sitting down next to him he says “You know I’m here for you right?”

Shouta leans against him, closing his eyes. “Yeah, Zashi. I know.” he takes a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. When he opens his eyes he meets Hizashi’s. “I’ll tell you. I just-” with a frustrated huff he pushes away from the couch, gently placing the cat on the ground.

“Tomorrow.” he says, not looking at him. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.” The way his tone shifts into grim determination does nothing for Hizashi’s bad feeling.

“Alright.” he says, as even as he can make it. “Take your time.”

“Believe me, I have.” he mutters.

When Shouta turns to look at him his face is unreadable, even to him.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Of course.” he says startled. “Shou, is everything alright?”

“It will be.” The words are full of conviction as he crouches down again, in front of Hizashi, taking his face in his hands. “It will be.” he echoes and kisses Hizashi.

There is an edge of desperation to it but Shouta breaks the kiss before it can develop into anything.

He nods once and makes for the door of their apartment. He doesn’t look back as he heads out, closing the door behind him with a soft click, leaving Hizashi to his bad feeling and quiet wariness.

Whatever was eating at his husband had to be bad, he knew. But that just now… It was a goodbye in case they don’t see each other again, the way they say it before dangerous missions and it unsettles him more than anything has in years.

Hizashi is good at reading people, part of that is how he’s always been, part of it has been learned and refined after years of hero work. The tension that has been in Shouta for the last days is close to breaking. Shouta is anticipating something, knows that something is going to happen and is afraid of it.

Hizashi trusts his husband. Still he can’t help but worry.

Aizawa had been acting weird ever since the new term started. Sekijirou wasn't friends with the other pro but they were friendly and he was worried. Frankly all the staff were worried. The underground hero had always been a bit... odd but this was on a whole new level.

Admittedly he didn't know Aizawa well enough to judge whether or not he was having a mental breakdown or if it was something else but still... Even Mic looked mildly confused by his husband's antics, which probably meant he had as much of a clue as the rest of them.

He was taking his class to the USJ today, 1-B was scheduled for tomorrow, he just had to hope the thing was still standing when 1-A finished with it. After what they had done to the gym he wasn't entirely optimistic.

Privately he thought that Aizawa was pushing his class too much, but none of the kids complained as far as he knew from the other teachers. Maybe it was just that the class had reached his impossible standards and he wanted to see how far he could take them. Of the 4 classes he had before not one had gone three days with most of the students still there. He did expel one of them but from what he gathered that was justified even by his standards.

Class 1-B had various reactions to 1-A. There were a few jealous looks and scathing remarks but nothing that was threatening to become a serious issue, at the moment.

His fear was that his class would feel discouraged by watching the other student perform at a level that was absolutely unheard of in first years. They were confident with their quirks and moved as well as any third year, some even more than that.

He didn't know his student very well yet but he would have to remind them not to push themselves to hard in training to keep up with 1-A at any cost.

Looking out the window he saw 1-A get on the bus to the USJ, their teacher getting in last.

Huh, he would have thought the kids would be happier to go but maybe Aizawa hadn't told them where they were going, so that could explain the look on their faces.

Izuku met Shouto at the gates. It was almost an hour until the fist period but he had been to anxious to stay at home for any longer. The fact that he still had to share a living space with his father hadn’t helped any. Aizawa had promised that he was going to push for the dorms as soon as possible, he seemed confident that Nezu would agree with him. Shouto…had doubts. He didn’t doubt their teacher of course but things rarely went 100% to plan. Especially in their class.

When they arrived at their homeroom it was already half full. Bakugou, Kirishima and Mina were crowded around her desk going over their strategy for the upcoming fight. Hagakure, Ojiro and Shoji were close to them having their own conversation and Shinso, Ochako and Tsuyu were standing by Iida’s desk talking quietly.

Izuku and Shouto went over to Iida’s desk greeting their friends before being pulled into the conversation.

“You’ll be fine Shinsou, you fought them before remember?” said Ochako, trying to reassure their friend who was looking rather pale.

“Yeah, but not at the USJ and when I did I almost died.” he countered dryly.

“We have years of experience, they’ll never expect us to be as skilled as we are. We were fine the last time, there shouldn’t be a problem now.” Shouto was nervous, yes. But he also tested his abilities extensively in the gym and knew his limits. He could win and he knew it.

“Yeah, you’ll see! We’ll kick all their asses, they won’t know what hit them!” cheered Ochako.

“We planned for every eventuality. Even if we make mistakes, the teachers will be there within 37 minutes, less if Iida gets away faster this time.” added Izuku.

“I’ll be out the door first thing.” said Iida, nodding.

Shinsou was looking mildly less anxious than before but not by much. With him not being having been at the USJ attack before Shouto could understand why he was more nervous than the rest of them. They had already been through it before whereas Shinsou was going in blind. While he knew the zones and who would be in them as well as the quirks of the villains, he did not know where he would end up.

Shouto suspected half of it came from knowing how much Aizawa got hurt the last time though. Shinsou had lived almost two years with their teacher, had been officially adopted a few months ago, knowing that his father would be in so much danger would take it’s toll.

He didn’t like it either, Aizawa was the first adult to ever give a damn about him because of who he was and not because of his value of who his father was. The whole class shared that feeling, he knew.

They would each clear their zones as fast as they could to get to their teacher at the plaza. While Aizawa was one hell of an opponent, Nomu had him beat and they all knew it. Even if they couldn’t take the monster out, they could at least restrain it until All Might got there.

Every student was already waiting in their seat when Aizawa came in half an hour before the class would start. He went to stand behind his desk before addressing them.

“Before we go in, remember to not overestimate yourselves. Everyone of you has come very far and I am confident that things will go to plan but I still want you to be on your guard. You have the experience but right now you don’t have the same strength you’re used to.” That much was true, half of the training they had done was just to get used to their younger bodies, Izuku in particular had problems regulating his quirk, not yet having access to his other quirks. “Stick together, don’t take unnecessary risks. Everyone ready?”

There were a lot of determined nods and he was pretty sure that every member of the ‘baku-squad’ yelled some version of “let’s do it!” with a varying amount of swearing

“Alright. Then let’s go.”

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Going inside the USJ again, knowing what was to come made Izuku want to throw up. It was his plan after all. If something went wrong and someone got hurt it would be his fault. He wanted to be confident but couldn’t help the doubts in the back of his mind. Was this really the best option? If they didn’t confront the league now what would happen? Would there be an attack where they couldn’t predict it? How would the league and for that matter All for One react?

Shouto squeezed his hand tightly before letting go. Izuku was grateful for the reassurance from his boyfriend, the trust Shouto had in him always boosted his confidence.

They were Pros, he reminded himself. They already faced these villains, time and time again. They knew their weaknesses, they knew their fighting styles. They had a plan. It would be fine.

Thirteen wasn’t with them on the field trip, this time. Aizawa had switched up their schedule so that they were teaching one of the third year classes right now. That one had actually been the students suggestion, as their teacher had wanted to just poison his colleague to make them stay home for the day. Seriously, giving people you worked with the symptoms of food poisoning was not okay.

Bakugou and Kirishima stayed at the doors, holding them open as they stared down towards the main plaza. The minuets seemed to drag on endlessly, had it been this long before? Yaoyorozu was fidgeting, as was Denki. Anxiety seemed to cloud the air like fog, students shifting on their feet, waiting for action.

Izuku’s heart was beating frantically as he tried to clam down. He could do this. He had already beaten them once. This was nothing.

Purple mist appeared on the plaza and Iida wasted to time turning around and running towards the school at his best speed. Bakugou and Kirishima, let the door close with an ominous thud and they were trapped.

Shinso was hating every second of this. He didn’t want to be here and he didn’t want his friends to have to face these villains again. In his first run he’d been jealous, because Class 1A got to hog all the fame and left no room for him to prove himself. Now feeling the terror of being trapped with villains that wanted to kill them he had a very strong desire to clop his previous version over the head with a stick.

He had faith in his classmates and in Izuku’s plan. But he was mainly aiming to be an underground hero. What he was good at were one on one fights where he had the element of surprise. Not to say he wasn’t a good fighter but against large groups he wasn’t as capable as others. Given that he had taken Mineta’s place in the class they had assumed that he would end up with Izuku and Tsu, in the lake.

As always Izuku had been right.

Now they were on a boat, in the middle of said lake, surrounded by villains.

“You look stupid!” he yelled out at the villains, hoping one of them would be stupid enough to answer him.

Turns out there was one. “I’ll show you stupid you-” he was cut of as Shinsou took control of him. “Fight the other villains but don’t kill anyone!” he shouted back across the water.

There was a commotion as the villain turned on the others and the trio made their move to escape the boat. Izuku carried Tsu in a bridal carry while Tsu wrapped her tongue around Shinsou. With a powerful kick they where of the boat, practically flying to shore. They landed still in the water, and hurried to get to cover.

Now this was the part he hated the most. Izuku would go towards the plaza, while he and Tsu would make sure none of the villains from this zone would disrupt the fight there. It was logical to keep things as close to the original timeline as possible to predict future events, which also meant that Shinso had to stay as far out of the way as possible. The didn’t want the villains to take notice of him. With his quirk they could easily decide he was the better person to take at the summer camp. So they had decided that he and Tsu would stay here and play guard while Izuku was throwing himself head fist into danger, as always.

Izuku scanned the plaza, saw Shigaraki and Kurogiri in the middle of it, the Nomu crouched a few feet away from them, braced to move. Aizawa was finishing up the rest of the small time villains and he knew that the Nomu would move as soon as Aizawa was done.

He looked around to see that Shouto, Denki, Jirou and Yaoyorozu where on the other side of the plaza, partially hidden behind a few bushes, clearly waiting for a good moment to step in.

He got into position for Full Cowl and activated One for All, energy thrumming beneath his skin. Looking across the plaza again he locked eyes with his classmates and gave them a determined nod, before shifting his attention back to the Nomu.

The monster shifted, ready to move. A blur of movement about to hit Aizawa into the ground, hand rising-

Izuku slammed feet first into the Nomu’s head, throwing it across the plaza. Izuku landed gracefully, taking a guard position in front of his teacher. The Nomu landed on his back, already getting up before Shouto send ice across the floor freezing the creature to the ground, encasing him completely, before rushing up to it, left hand already burning with bright flames.

At the same time Shouto rushed forward, Bakugou and Kirishima launched themselves at Kurogiri who was attempting to interfere. Shigaraki let out a wordless scream and ran at Aizawa himself now that his monster wasn’t doing it for him.

Izuku turned around, away from his classmates, to help his teacher. The others could handle the villains, he was sure. The had a strategy, teamwork and years of experience on their side. Experience with those villains in particular so Izuku wasn’t that worried. He was of course still immensely anxious, but that would always be the case when his friends were in danger. Right now Aizawa was facing an enraged Shigaraki alone and he had to blink eventually.

He carefully channeled 5 % of One for All through his body, crouches down and jumps the distance between himself and his teacher, getting an arm around his chest and jumping again, further back.

“Thanks, kid. Don’t get to close.” Aizawa panted.

Izuku jumped back from his teacher but remained close enough to intervene in the fight. Getting away from Shigaraki for a bit let Aizawa close his eyes for a moment and apply eye drops before the villain caught up to them.

Shigaraki was dodging the capture weapon, decaying it when Aizawa had to blink. Now Aizawa was perfectly capable of beating Shigaraki’s face into the dirt. But since they had decided to not take the villain captive, so that they wouldn’t alter the events leading up to Kamino, Aizawa was left to the defensive. Blocking and redirecting punches, trying to keep his distance.

They just had to wait for Iida. Iida who got out before the portal had even fully opened. Backup should be here any minute, they just had to hold out for a little bit longer.

Izuku risked a glance back to where his classmates were fighting the Nomu and Kurogiri. Shouto had burned the Nomu’s Head, to the point it couldn’t regenerate anymore and was now helping to keep Kurogiri trapped.

“Midoriya!”

Aizawa’s shout made him jerk around and see Shigaraki’s hand coming right for his face.

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Shigaraki’s hand was coming straight for his face. Izuku tried to jump backwards, but before he could kick off he felt Shigaraki’s other hand close around his forearm in a painfully tight grip.

He pivoted to the right, bringing his leg up in a powerful kick at the same time, trying to dislodge the villain before he could decay his arm.

God this was so annoying, if he could just kick his ass and arrest him without messing everything up he would probably punch his teeth out right now.

Shigaraki’s defense was terrible and if they had been trying they could have taken him down. The kick hit Shigaraki square in the chest pushing him back but his grip just shifted, holding on tightly to his wrist and not letting go. Since Izuku didn’t actually want to kill the villain he hadn’t infused his kick with his quirk. He kind of regretted that now.

For just a second he felt the arm and glove of his costume crumble and fall away. The villain's hand was now directly on his wrist. Aizawa must have blinked. It was inevitable at some point. He had to get the hand of him before he had to blink again. 

Just looking at Shigaraki Tomura filled him with intense anger, this man had, or would, destroy so much, kill hundreds of people with his actions. Killed people Izuku loved. Izuku had tried to save him too, the first time. Perhaps this time he would succeed. Maybe with enough time (and therapy, lot‘s of therapy) Shimura Tenko could emerge again, maybe he would not join the long list of All For One‘s victims. Right now he had to focus on not becoming one of them as well.

He grabbed Shigaraki‘s wrist and twisted it, channeling as much of his quirk as he dared. With a sharp crack he broke the villain's wrist. He leapt back, towards his teacher.

Shigaraki cried out in pain and anger. The look he threw at Izuku was full of hatred. 

„You fucking brat! I‘ll kill you and all your stupid little friends!“ he screamed at them. 

„No. You will not.“ said Aizawa, taking a step forward, in front of Izuku. 

„Ereaserhead. You‘d be so cool if you weren‘t so annoying right now!“

The capture scarf shot out, wrapping itself around Shigaraki‘s arm. Aizawa ran forward to meet him, blocking his right hook, grabbed his arm and threw him neatly over his shoulder and into the ground. He made sure to let his scarf slip away from the villain, before he could decay it. 

More students were coming towards the plaza, hovering around the edges of the fight, watching with sharp eyes. No one was stepping in yet, just keeping close, watching their classmates backs. 

With an enraged shriek Shigaraki lunged at Aizawa, who sidestepped him, swiping his feet out from under him, making him fall again.

This time he didn’t get up right away but pushed himself slowly to his knees, breathing heavily. He turned, still on one knee, grinning maniacally. „Let’s see how you do with something that isn’t this close up.“

He pressed his hands to the ground, grinning unnervingly all the while. Aizawa shot out his scarf to grab his arms, get them away from the ground but the villain jumped backwards, avoiding the capture weapon, slamming his hands against the ground when he landed. 

Aizawa desperately tried to keep his eyes open but he knew he had to blink soon, he knew that he couldn‘t get to Shigaraki before he had to blink again. „Get back, Midoriya!“ he shouted, leaping back. Izuku did the same. 

Not a second later he had to blink. The ground cracked, splitting open, vanishing beneath their feet. They retreated further, almost to the stairs, dust and debris obscuring the teacher's vision. Keeping his eyes on his students, making sure that they weren‘t caught in the attack took away his attention as well. Shigaraki laughed, high and shrill, sounding utterly deranged. 

Aizawa leapt to the side, laying eyes on the villain again and activated his quirk immediately. The destruction stopped, leaving a gaping hole between the villain and the hero.

The villain was still smiling. With a wash of horror Aizawa and Izuku realised why. The gap between them was too big to cross with a jump without a quirk and running around would take too much time to get between him and his new targets. The students holding Kurogiri. If this had happened the first time they would have been screwed. Luckily it was not. 

Izuku cleared the distance with one jump, landing in front of Shouto, glaring defiantly at the villain, who’s smile morphed into a look of annoyance. He took a step forward, Izuku moved into a fighting stance and-

A resounding boom echoed across the plaza. The doors were thrown open, half a second later shots rang out. Bullets took Shigaraki in the leg and arm. Shouto let his hold on Kurogiri slip enough that the villain could escape and cloak Shigaraki in dark mist. A moment later they were gone. 

Detective Tsukauchi desperately needed a raise. Not that he knew that yet. Now he was simply hoping that no one had been hurt in the attack at the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. Nezu had called the Police chief personally to handle this as discreetly as possible. The students didn’t need reporters in their faces after such a traumatic event. He already had Police at the hospital the kids were being taken to, hopefully that would deter the journalists from actually going inside the hospital.

He showed his Id to the receptionist, who directed him to the third floor. He took the elevator, when the door opened he was greeted by a pandemonium of noise. 

A nurse with bright blue hair was chasing after a pair of children that were racing a wheelchair down the hallway, one sitting in it, the other running behind it, pushing it on. A blur of blond and black hair, both were shrieking with delight, laughing as they reached the corner, making a sharp turn as the one running leaned hard to the left, getting the wheelchair to swerve left around the corner disappearing. The nurse sprinted after them, yelling. 

A doctor was trying to calm down a loud blond,smoke rising from his palms, the nurses at the nearby station eyeing him with a small amount of pity, as the boy raged and yelled at the doctor. Tsukauchi gathered that he wanted to leave the hospital against doctors orders, since they hadn‘t reached his parents yet. A boy with red hair stood next to him watching with a mixture of what appeared to be amusement and chagrin, as he tried to get his friend to calm down. 

Further down the hallway three girls were trying to get a bed with another girl in it, as well as the IV pole, into another room, currently they were trying to find the right angle to get the bed through the door. The room they were trying to get into was obviously already occupied, if the yelling from inside was any indication. After a few attempts they lifted the Iv pole into the bed to get everything inside. The nurses in the station were eying the spectacle with distaste but apparently not enough to actually try to put a stop to it. 

Tsukauchi knew which rooms belonged to the students, because all of them had their doors wide open shouting over the hallway to talk to each other. No student appeared to be hurt in fact they looked like they were having the time of their life.

Aizawa rounded the corner, a can in his hand, clearly returning from a trip to the vending machine. He held his breath, waiting for shouting and glaring, maybe even expulsions. Instead the underground hero let out a sigh, closing his eyes briefly before walking towards him. He stopped by the loud blond boy, laying a hand on his shoulder, talking quietly with the boy and the doctor, who looked very grateful. The blond was still grumbling but a lot quieter. 

Aizawa walked past him without even stopping, „Let’s go to my room, it's down the hall.“

Tsukauchi followed him, still half waiting for an explosion, confused with the apparent apathy his friend had to mayhem his class was causing. 

They reached his room soon enough (keeping out of the way of the girls trying to get the extra bed into the already full room, the teacher passing with a quiet „Watch the corners, Mina.“, getting a chorus of „Yes, Sensei!“ in return) and the detective closed the door behind them.

Mic was already waiting inside, sittin on the bed, still dressed in his hero costume, save his speaker, which was laying on a chair in the corner. They shook hands as Aizawa sat down beside his husband, gesturing for the detective to take a seat in a chair that stood by the bed. 

As he sat down Aizawa took Mic‘s hand and locked eyes with Tsukauchi. The detective froze, a shiver running down his back. Aizawa’s face was full of determination, grim and full of old rage. 

„I am going to tell you something that you will need to keep a secret from everybody you know. Many lives depend on it. It must never leave this room.“

„Of course.“

„This may be hard to believe, i still can’t quite wrap my head around it myself but… My class and I came back from three years in the future. We woke up in our younger bodies almost a week ago.“

What. His quirk didn’t register any lies. That. That couldn’t be right. 

„Beg your pardon?“

„You heard me.“

„You‘re… what.“

„From the future. We think it must be a quirk but we don’t know why or how.“

„Oh my god.“ He needed coffee. So much coffee. „Wait. Did you know the attack was going to happen!?“

Aizawa stiffened and that was all the answer he needed. 

„Are you nuts!?“

„Possibly. I know they look like children to you but those kids are some of the best pro hero’s I have ever seen. They fought more in their three years before graduation than some pros fight in ten years. Besides, letting this attack take place has its reasons.“ 

„What reason?“ he ground out.

„I know you‘re good friends with All Might. You know of All for One, right?“

„Yes.“ he said, wanting this conversation to end, hating where it was going.

„He‘s alive. And he‘s behind the attack today. We let this happen so we can anticipate the next steps better.“

„If you change to much you lose your advantage.“ he said, understanding his friends predicament,

All for One was an enemy that you couldn’t face on an even playing field. You needed every advantage you could get your hands on. And Information such as Aizawa and his students possessed was not something that should be thrown away lightly. His quirk hadn’t pinged at all during the conversation, as much as he hated it. God this was going to be such a mess, he was sure. 

„Wait. You‘re dragging me into your talk with Nezu aren’t you?“

„Of course I am. Sorry in advance.“

„Urgh.“

He buried his face in his hands. Trying to get his thoughts in order as loud laughter, the sound of wheels racing across linoleum and angry yelling quickly passed their door.

„I want a raise.“ the detective muttered. Mic patted his back in silent agreement. 

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Tsukauchi did not get a raise. He got interviews. 

„And what did you do to incapacitate the villain?“

„I burned its brain off.“ said the number 2 hero’s son, in the same tone one might discuss the weather. 

„Ah. And… You did not think to use…less deadly means of restriction?“

„No.“

He had a feeling the rest of these interviews would not be much better. 

„You arrived at the plaza and saw your teacher and classmates fighting against villains, yes?“

„That is correct.“

„Where did you hide?“

„Excuse me?“

„During the fight, where were you?“

„Oh I was at the edge of the plaza, near the water.“

„Did you attempt to find cover?“ 

„No.“

„And… why not?“

„I wanted to see how the fight went, I really didn’t want to miss Midoriya deck that asshole in the face.“

„You are aware that high voltages can induce heart attacks, yes?“

„Yes. That’s why I didn’t use all my power.“

„You put 14 people in the hospital.“

„That sounds like their problem.“

„You ran as soon as the portal opened?“

„Yes.“

„That was good thinking.“

„I know. Thank you.“

„During your fight with their leader did you notice anything that could help identify him beyond what you have already told us?“

„Not really.“

„Nothing at all?“

„I was a bit busy trying not to get disintegrated. Do you mind if I ask you a bit about your quirk, it's really fascinating.“

Midoriya searched his backpack for a notebook and a pen and began to ask the detective question after question. 

„Could you please describe the villains you encountered?“

„Weak ass bitches.“

„Not like that.“

"You owe me so much coffee." mumbled Tsukauchi into his hands as he sat down next to Ereaserhead.

The staff room at UA was empty, save the two of them. The talk with Nezu had gone as well as he had expected. Which was not well at all. He had met countless criminals, drug lords, murderers and serial killers and he still swore that the principal was the scariest person he ever met. 

The rat/bear/whatever had glared at Aizawa the whole time and the man didn't seem remotely fazed. In fact he looked like he was having fun. Heroes are fucking insane, he concluded. He had backed Aizawa against the principal's reprimands and anger at being left out, even though he felt much the same. Eventually Nezu had let them go, but not before fixing Aizawa with a withering stare and telling him in no uncertain terms, that if he needlessly endangered the students of UA or his fellow hero’s he would be fired and his career ruined. AIzawa had nodded, and said „good“ and that was that.

„Why did you keep this from everyone?“ he echoed the principal's earlier question.

„Because you would have wanted to interfere,“ said the hero with a sigh. 

„And with good reason,“ he growled. 

Even if the kids were three years older than they looked, they were still young, far too young to be left alone in such a situation. 

„You're thinking of normal third years.“ The teacher said, evidently having guessed his train of thought. „Trust me when I tell you they are not.“

„You say that but then you never say what you mean by that.“ he grumbled, unhappy about the whole situation. 

„The next or last, from my perspective, three years were the worst I’ve ever had to live through. I don‘t think I will ever tell you or anyone else about it, no need in giving you any more anxiety than you already have.“

„Why would you let the students anywhere near that? I know you, you wouldn’t just let them walk into danger.“

„Not by choice no. I tried to protect them.“ He raised an absent hand to his right eye.“I didn’t always succeed.“

That just wouldn’t do. „How bad was it? I want to know.“

„Bad. That’s all I‘m gonna say,“ he said, sitting down next to him, effectively ending the topic for now. „How did the interviews go?“

„You're paying for my coffee for the foreseeable future,“ he said darkly.

„That bad, huh?“ the teacher said, sipping his coffee with a blank expression. 

Aizawa was laughing at him, Tsukauchi just knew it. 

Across town four figures made their way through the shadows of the back alleys. They moved with fluid grace and without sound, outfits dark, and faces covered with masks that covered the lower parts of their faces, hoods that only left their eyes visible. 

The masks were painted black metal, fangs etched into the material, accented with a few coloured lines along the sharp looking teeth, in green, red and white, blue and purple. They looked like demons emerging from hell, the look in their eyes a mixture between angry determination and pure wrath. The figure with the red and white mask, carried a katana at their side, gleaming dangerously in the neon light of advertisement signs. There were various weapons that were only visible for a moment before the dark coats that they all wore obscured them from view again. 

Silently they scaled the side of a building and moved along the rooftops, running and jumping across rooftops in concert, on the way to their target.

There was no hesitation or mercy when they dropped down from above, rushing their target, with practised moves, incapacitating him within a minute's time. 

The hero that was laying paralysed a few feet away from his would-be murderer stared at the scene in fear and horror, as the demons left Stain behind, bound and gagged on the ground and vanished back into the dark as silently and abruptly as they had come. He wondered whether those four were villains or vigilantes and hopes for the sake of every hero around it was the latter.

Hitoshi snuck back into Aizawa‘s and Hizashi‘s apartment through the small bathroom window. Technically he wasn’t living with them yet but as heroes they could temporarily take custody of children in abuse cases.

He was currently sleeping in the small spare bedroom that barely fit the bed and one closet, since they were still living in the smaller apartment they had before Hitoshi came to live with them. He didn’t want to complain though, it was a definite upgrade to his foster homes, but in the last two years he had kind of gotten used to having his own bedroom, with all his things slowly filling up every bit of space. It was kind of depressing going back to being fresh out of the system, all he had now were his school uniform and two spare outfits. He was determined to get as much of his stuff back as he could, that Eraserhead hoody from Etsy was just waiting for his next allowance and then it would be his again. 

He opened the bathroom door quietly, glancing out into the hallway. It was empty, some light coming from the tv in the living room. Quickly he snuck back to his room, locking the door behind him.

It wasn’t like Aizawa would mind his nightly excursion in the name of justice (and Iidas homicidal tendencies) but plausibel denialbilty was the best option for this. Because, as it turns out, coming back from the future had some serious drawbacks. All the work of three years to get their licence and all they had to show for it was a whole lot of issues and trauma. In his mind it wasn’t exactly illegal to go out and arrest villains, he took the exam and passed it with a good score, dammit, he worked his ass off for this! Time travel or not, he was gonna be the hero he trained to be. 

His dad had probably already guessed that they were gonna do something about Stain, given the looks he sent them whenever he saw their group scheming, whispering, heads bent together. If he didn’t say anything about it, he was probably fine with it. 

He took off his vigilante outfit and stored it in the false bottom in the closet, putting the mask on top of his dark coat. The clothes were bulletproof, and all of their masks had voice changers installed in them. Yaoyorozu had made them at Izuku's request, that way they couldn’t be tracked back to any support company. He was hoping that the police never got a good picture of him in it, that way he could take some part of it and incorporate them into his hero costume. 

 Exhausted he collapsed into his bed, setting his alarm for the morning and buried his head in his pillow. Not long now, Eri , he thought. Soon he would see his sister again. 

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„Hello and welcome to Mustafu Hero News channel six, last night the villain Stain, also known as the Hero Killer was arrested and is now awaiting trial in Tartarus prison. The police has not yet released any statement pertaining to the arrest but it is rumored that it was not a hero who brought down the feared villain but a group of vigilantes. We will keep you updated on how the story is evolving of course but for now more about the hero commissions new crime fighting initiative…“

Shouta toned the news report out in favor of listening to the other teachers' conversations in the break room. His students' nighttime adventures were decidedly none of his business. 

The USJ was a frequent theme, not so discreet glances thrown his way when it was discussed. His coworkers were worried and wary of him, they knew something was up, the non stop training and subtle changes in his personality, never mind the chaos that was his class were too much to ignore. He couldn’t explain it to them either. A secret was best kept the less people knew about it. His class would keep quiet but the other teachers were too prone to gossip and didn't have enough understanding of the threat of All for One to hold their tongues. 

Telling Tsukauchi, Nezu and Mic was a concession that would have to be made, since they would be exposed to their plans more than others. It might even be an asset. Nezu‘s help would certainly come in handy. He made a mental note to get Tsukauchi coffee when they met up again, the poor guy needed more sleep. Hopefully the coffee would help in the meanwhile. 

Hizashi was avoiding him. 

Normally this would have been fine. He usually sat it out until the other man had calmed down enough to talk but he didn't think that this was the best course of action this time. 

Shouta was lounging on the couch waiting for his husband's last class to finish. His own classes had been over for almost two hours at this point, usually he left before Hizashi and they met up at the apartment but the discussion they were about to have would probably include a lot of yelling and he didn't want Hitoshi to hear. 

Slowly he got up from the couch and made his way to the 2-B homeroom. 

He was still getting used to walking without his prosthetic again. It was weird, he was always bracing for the occasional jolt of pain that came from it. Having full vision again was also a welcome change. Running the obstacle courses in the gym was a good workout, but he was still apprehensive about going out on patrol again. He was fine at the USJ but that was in part because he could rely on the students to handle themselves and on his previous fights with the league. 

A villain that he didn't know on patrol with no backup was not the same. He would never be so arrogant as to think that just because they weren't ranked high a villain couldn't get lucky. Or simply have a quirk that was a bad match up to his. Maybe he could ask the kids to spar with him after school on occasion.

Filing those thoughts away for later he waited, leaning against the wall opposite of the door, closing his eyes. 

Eventually the door opened and the students filtered out, eying him warily before hurrying on. Hizashi was shuffling papers on his desk when he walked in. Shouta closed the door quietly behind him. His husband tensed but didn't look up, keeping his eyes firmly on the papers in his hands. 

Shouta let out a quiet breath and stayed where he was. „I‘m sorry.“

„I know.“

„You‘re angry.“

„Yeah, you‘re damn right I’m angry,“ he said. „I thought you trusted me.“

Hizashi looked up from the papers with a dark glare that did nothing to distract from the distinctly hurt look in his eyes. 

„I do. I just- I wanted to protect you.“

„That was not your decision to make, Shouta.“

„I know it wasn‘t and I‘m sorry. We couldn‘t afford anything to go wrong, even now I‘m not entirely sure that telling people was the right decision.“

„I get that,“ he bit out,“But I am not just people , I am your husband, I can keep a damn secret if I have to!“

„Hizashi-“

„No. No you don‘t get to interrupt me right now. You always go off alone and don‘t think about what that does to others, what it does to me! I trust you and I thought you would tell me before things got out of hand but you didn‘t! Why are you always so reckless!?“ he yelled. 

Shouta paused, not entirely sure what to say. Hizashi was panting, glaring at him, mouth twisted and overall looking like he would very much like to strangle Shouta with his bare hands. 

„I do trust you, Hizashi. And you're right, you are not just anyone and I should have told you that first day and I‘m sorry but I can’t take it back now,“ he said quietly, hoping to have found the right words. He was so bad at talking about stuff like this it was a once a decade thing for him to get it right. „And I do try not to be reckless, you know?“

The tension left his husband from one moment to the next and he just looked tired now. Slowly he walked from the desk to Shouta, stepped right into his space and rested his forehead against his shoulder. „I know.“

„You worry too much,“ he said and moved his arms up to lightly hug his husband. 

„Idiot,“ said Hizashi, muffled against his shoulder. 

„I‘m sorry,“ he said again, after a while. 

„You sound like a broken record.“

Hizashi stepped back, out of the hug and levelled Shouta with a glare. „You‘ll tell me any of your next absolutely stupid ideas, you get that?“

„Yes.“

„Good,“ he said and finally smiled for the first time. „You still need to tell me why there’s a kid living with us now, you know.“

Shouta blinked. „Did I…forget?“

Hizashi laughed „Yeah, you literally just told me his name and that he’s moving in with us.“

„Oh.“

„Not that I mind, really.“ he said. „He seems like a good kid but some information would be nice.“

„Sorry, I suppose I was a bit more stressed than I thought,“ he acknowledged. 

„Just a bit,“ said Hizashi, still laughing. 

Eri stared at the grey walls, feeling like they were closing in on her. 

It wasn’t real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real !

Her family would come and get her back home. She knew it. 

Deku would come.

He would . 

Please just hurry, she thought, clutching a plush toy to her chest.

„Tomorrow night is a go, then?“ asked Hitoshi, looking grimly determined at Izuku.

„Yes,“ the other teen answered, from where he was looming over a battered old laptop. 

They had run surveillance on the Yakuza compound basically since they first came back in time. The realisation that Eri must have been in the dorms and probably remembered was a horrifying one and amidst the prepping for the USJ a plan had been formed.

This time they had the advantage. Chiasaki had no clue who they were, that they would come for him with all the protective rage their bodies could contain and then some. They knew what to expect from the villains, knew their quirks, how to take them down. And now without the USJ looming over them they were finally free to make their move. 

AIzawa would be joining the raid as well. Of course none of them were going in their Hero costumes. It would have been better maybe and certainly safer if they could bring other Pro Heros into this or even Nighteye and the Top three. Only problem with that was that they had zero evidence that Eri even existed. Even if the Pro‘s believed that Eri needed rescuing, how could they explain what they knew without exposing themselves? It would reveal them to too many people, potentially making its way back to All for One. That could not happen under any circumstances. They had lost too much last time. Too many. 

Even taking out Stain had been a risk Izuku only took reluctantly. Of course he wanted the lunatic off the streets, spare his potential victims but it would probably also mix up the leagues recruitment. That in itself should not necessarily stop them from attacking the training camp and later lead them to Kamino ward but Izuku was still anxious about it. 

Still they would never be able to change anything if they didn‘t take a risk here or there. Perhaps he could even help Shouto to get through to his brother, something he never quite managed the first time around. Either way, Izuku would support his boyfriend any way he could. 

Hitoshi played with his vigilante mask, throwing it up into the air and catching it again, making Izuku focus again. He stared at the laptop, security feeds from outside the Yakuza compound and a few from within. Hagakure had slipped in the night before last and installed them. Aoyama, Sero, Iida and Sato would remain behind and monitor the cameras and help them either to evade the villains or find them. 

Nezu was in on it as well, he knew that the raid would never be approved before they had evidence. He would help create papers for Eri as soon as she was back with them. The lack of legality also meant that they couldn’t arrest anyone but they had a plan for that too. 

Hopefully that would be enough.

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Taking Eri back would make waves in the criminal underworld. They wanted her safe permanently, which meant that Chiasaki Kai needed to be taken out of the game. As far as Izuku could tell it shouldn‘t influence the league too much when the Shie Hassaikai vanished from the criminal underworld, even if they filled the power vacuum they would create there was no reason to change their plan or location just because some Yakuza group got their asses kicked and they took over their business. Which was very unlikely, thought Izuku privately. Sadly they had no legal way to arrest the members of the Shie Hassaikai. 

Once again they were reminded that not having a licence sucked. 

So vigilantism it was. It wasn‘t really, they all passed their exams after all. Izuku would make sure to send detective Tsukauchi a gift basket or something as an apology. The man was overworked already but it couldn‘t be helped really. Besides, it wasn‘t like they were doing anything wrong. 

They were approaching the Yakuza Compound in four teams from different directions, while the four that had remained behind ran the surveillance and handelnd the teams. 

Aoyama was the handler of their heavy hitter team with Bakugou, Uraraka, Tokoyami and Aizawa. They would hit at the main entrance and bulldoze their way as far into the compound as possible, drawing most of the fire to them. Aizawa erasing their opponents' quirks so the others could take them down easily. 

Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Ashido and Kaminari would provide support and keep the way clear behind them so that they had a chance to retreat if necessary. Iida would be acting as their handler, he had wanted to come but knew that he wouldn‘t be able to reach his full speed in the crowded corridors, especially with Mimic there. 

Izuku, Jiro, Ojiro and Tsu would provide support where they were needed, jumping between the other teams to help out, Sato would coordinate with the other handlers to direct them where their help was needed most. 

And finally the team that would do most of the heavy lifting during this raid. Hitoshi, Koda, Shoto, Shoji and Hagakure. They were moving in through a side entrance that Hagakure and Koda had scouted out in the last couple days. Sero had the most experience as a handler during joint operations due to his work study with Gang Orca during their third year, so he would be handling this team and act as leader of the other handlers, should they run into problems. 

Izuku, Hitoshi and Shoto were all wearing their vigilante outfits that they had worn at the takedown of Stain. Swords included. Everyone else was wearing helmets that were similar in style to their masks, sharp teeth edged into the hard plastic of what amounted to modified biker helmets. Their hero costumes had been changed out in favour of bullet proof body armour, custom made by Yaoyorozu. 

Izuku and his team came to a stop on the rooftop next to the compound. Tsu setting Jirou down, having carried her over the bigger jumps between buildings. Ojiro crouched down next to Izuku, looking at the main entrance of the Compound. Probably anyway, it was hard to tell with the helmets. 

There were two guards at the gate, seemingly unarmed, guns hidden beneath their coats, two more were at the actual door leading inside the building. Three of them had mutant quirks, however it seemed to be more of an intimidation tactic than an actual threat. Normally that would be a good strategy to keep less dangerous people away. But they were not normal and about the most dangerous thing to walk the streets of Japan. (Centuries old villains with delusions of grandeur excluded).

He saw Aizawa move in the shadows near the gate and turned to look at his team. The other three teens nodded determinedly. Izuku nodded back in acknowledgement and spoke into the comms.

„Team two in position.“

„Team three in position,“ echoed Ashido. 

„Team one is ready,“ came Aizawa‘s quiet voice.

„Copy. Team four in position,“ said Shinsou. 

„Alright then guys!“ said Sero, cheerful with a hint of usually carefully hidden viciousness. „Let‘s get this show on the road. Team one move in.“ 

The teams comms were separate from the overreaching comm channel that connected them all. No one needed to be distracted by another team‘s commentary when they had their own worries after all. All of them had two button comm devices on their wrists to let them switch between channels. It was a bit crude and not what hero’s usually use in bigger raids but it was simple and fulfilled its purpose. 

Their teacher moved almost immediately, dragging the guard nearest to him into the shadows with a muffled yelp, on the other side of the gate Ochako did the same, incapacitating the guard with one smooth and well practiced motion. They left the unconscious men lying before the gate and rushed into the inner courtyard towards the door. The two men at the door barely had a chance to get a curse out before they were smacked into the far wall surrounding the courtyard by dark shadow. At the same time Kacchan blew the door open (and into small smoking pieces). 

„Going in,“ said Aizawa and then vanished into the building, his team behind him. 

Various versions of ‚copy‘ came over the comms. Izuku itched to get down there and help but Sato hadn‘t given them a go yet. Rushing ahead would compromise the plan they had so carefully come up with. 

A few tense minutes passed, explosions and yelling could be heard from inside the building. The walls trembled after a particularly loud explosion. 

„We‘ve spotted Mimic,“ said Tokoyami. 

„Team two moving in,“ was Yaoyorozu‘s reply not even five seconds later. 

Instead of going in through the gate team two vaulted over the walls and sprinted to the entrance from the sides. Izuku thought that he could see the lightning crackle through the open doorway. 

„Sato?“ asked Izuku „ Any updates?“

„Teams one and two seem to be having everything in hand right now. They managed to get into the inner workings of the compound and Kaminari has managed to eliminate Mimic, and Yaoyorozu has restrained him, as well as several other villains. We‘re waiting for the big guns to show up. Stay in position.“

„Thanks and copy.“

Nervous energy hummed through Izuku, he wanted nothing more than to activate One for All and jump. He could feel Tsu shift next to him, clearly in the same line of thought, staring intently at the door. (Again, presumably. Damn helmets). 

„Team four, we‘re inside,“ said Hagakure. 

Izuku‘s heart sped up again. His leg started bouncing without his consent. God he wanted to do something to help right now . Eri was in there and she needed help. Sitting around just felt wrong . 

Ojiro and Jirou also moved closer to the edge of the rooftop, ready to jump down any second. Two more minutes passed before Aizawa‘s slightly breathless voice sounded over the comms. 

„Overhaul is here, with Rappa, Tengai and Chronostasis.“

„Team three move in,“ followed almost immediately from Sato. 

Izuku wasted no time grabbing onto Ojiro and kicking off the edge of the rooftop with five percent of One for All. Out of his prepherary he saw Tsu grabbing onto Jiro and jumping just half a second later. 

For all the muscle memory he had of the future he did not in fact have the muscles, so going all out would have to wait until third year. It was rather frustrating but Izuku was sure that if he avoided the bone breaking he had the first time around he could push himself to use one hundred percent by the end of the second year. Provided he lived that long. With All for One you never knew.  

They touched down in front of the door and went on into the building. The secret entrance into the actual compound was torn open in a way that suggested dark shadow and Kacchan both. Unconscious villains littered the floor. They sped past them, Izuku slightly ahead of the others, lightning crackling comfortingly against his skin. 

Sato gave them directions in the maze-like tunnels, not that they really needed them. Villains in various stages of consciousness marked the way like some sort of bastardised breadcrumbs, leading them to a partially collapsed section of the tunnel where team two was currently fighting off reinforcements coming from two branching tunnels to either side. Izuku jumped and roundhouse kicked a villain that was about to hit Ashido into the wall. Neither of them paused in what they were doing and went back to fighting and running respectively. 

Ahead of them Izuku could see Aizawa‘s capture scarf float and Dark shadows claws swipe at Chronostasis. Kacchan and Ochako were facing off against Rappa and Tengai, both of the villains looked worse for wear, but with the energy shield around them they were untouchable until Aizawa could turn around and look at them. Which was a sure way to die with Overhaul as his opponent. 

Izuku increased his quirk output slightly, jumping up and against the wall between his teacher and Overhaul, before pushing off, leaving the wall slightly cracked behind him and aimed a kick at the villain's head. 

Overhaul ducked, Izuku twisted in the air, landing behind him, jumping again, this time aiming a punch at the ribs. His fist connected, pushing the villain a few steps back. Izuku followed, not giving an inch, pressing his advantage. The villain ducked and blocked but Izuku still got a few good hits in. Nothing to knock the villain out, unfortunately. He was about to ready himself for another wave of assaults when the teacher let out a sharp whistle behind him. 

Instantly he jumped back landing next to his teacher. The man was a bit out of breath, and his right arm was bleeding from a nasty looking cut. 

Izuku fell into a defensive position and stepped slightly Informationen of the Pro Hero. Ready to defend the man for however long Overhaul would manage to attack them. 

The whistle had been the signal that he needed to blink.

Toru led her team through the labyrinth that masqueraded as a Yakuza stronghold. She had carefully mapped them over the last few days and knew them inside out. 

Koda was walking right beside her, Shinsou behind her and Shoto and Shoji brought up the rear. They shouldn‘t encounter anyone until they got to the door where Eri was being kept. The rest of the class was doing a wonderful job of drawing the villains out and away. 

There was one guard in front of the unmarked, seemingly unimportant door that led to their little sister. 

She and Koda let Shinsou take the lead, looking dangerous and frankly kinda hot in his vigilante costume, not that she would ever admit to that. She didn‘t want Ojiro getting jealous after all. 

„Hey!“ he yelled.

„What-!“ the villain cut off an empty look overtaking his face. 

„Walk over to him,“ instructed Shinsou, pointing at Shoji. 

The guard did so and Shoji quickly put him in a chokehold that cut off the blood flow and had the villain unconscious in a matter of seconds.  

As soon as the door was free Shinsou yanked it open, removing his mask while stepping inside. She waited outside with Shoto standing guard at the door.

„Hello Eri,“ he said quietly. Gently. „Do you remember me?“

„Hitoshi?“ was the whispered reply. 

„Yeah. Ready to go home?“

„Yes!“

The was the sound of something hitting Shinsou with a small ompf sound and Shinsou‘s quiet chuckle. 

„Alright princess.“ 

When he walked out of the room with Eri in his arms, sitting on his hip like she never left them. When she saw them she smiled brightly. 

„We have her,“ she said into the comms. „Moving out now.“

Koda stepped up next to Eri and Shinsou, smiling at the little girl. Shoji took the lead in front of Shinsou, Shoto walked right behind them. 

„See you at UA,“ she said. 

„Good luck,“ answered Shoto. 

Then they parted ways and she jogged further into the labyrinth.

Rappa and Tengai had both been defeated, Jirou and Ojiro lending support to Kacchan and Ochako. The four of them kept to the edges of the fight with Overhaul. Distracting the villain or hindering his attacks when Aizawa had to blink. They needed to finish this fast, their teacher was almost at the point where he would be over using his quirk to a dangerous degree. 

Dark shadow had Chronostasis in a tight, unwavering grip. Tsu was protecting his back from any attempts to free the villain. 

All of them were breathing hard, the heat generated by Kacchans explosions not helping their exhaustion in the slightest. 

Hagakure had reported a few minutes ago that they had found Eri and were getting her out the same way they had come in. 

As much as he wanted to though he couldn‘t go all out like had done last time he fought with the villain. For one Eri was not here to rewind any of his injuries so he had to be mindful of how he attacked. For two the damn tunnel was restricting his movements. Last time he had a lot of open space to move but now he was limited to jumping around the walls like a fucking maniac. 

Overhaul had lost his bird mask somewhere in the fight, but otherwise he seemed unharmed although he had to use his quirk a lot to keep up with the damage the class had dealt out. 

He just managed to get another kick in when Aizawa whistled again. Overhaul tried to follow but Kacchan shot one of his nitro burst attacks between them and Izuku landed in the clear, away from Overhaul. 

„You coward, afraid to face me in real combat are you brat!?“ yelled Overhaul. 

„The only coward here is you, Chisaki,“ Izuku hissed. 

„You don‘t know me brat!“ the villain said, smiling in a way that would lead one to question the man's sanity. Even though they all knew he didn‘t really have any anyway. 

„I will cure this world. You and your pathetic friends will not stop me;“ he declared. 

Izuku saw movement just behind Overhaul and fought not to let anything show on his face. 

„This world doesn't need a cure,“ Izuku said. „And it sure as hell doesn‘t need you.“

The gunshot was louder than expected. The bullet went right through Overhaul's leg, making the villain fall to his knees, cursing loudly. He turned around angrily hand already hitting the ground to launch another wave of attacks. Aizawa didn‘t have his quirk activated but he didn‘t need to. 

Seemingly floating in the air behind Overhaul was a gun and a case with bullets a few ways away from it. 

Hagakure‘s secondary mission had been a success. 

„You see Chisaki,“ began Izuku slowly walking towards the downed and now quirkless villain. „I have something against people who hurt children.“

He felt lightning dance across his skin. Overhaul‘s eyes widen and he actually begins to shuffle back on his knees, away from Izuku. For the first time that night he looked afraid. 

But there was nowhere to go for him. 

Izuku smiled.

Naomasa had finally managed to finish his reports at around 3 am and had immediately gone to sleep. He barely made it to his bed, not even bothering to change into an old t-shirt or something, just fallen into his bed fully clothed, drawing half of the blankets over himself and passing out a single second later. 

His phone rang not even an hour later.

The work ringtone. 

He buried his head in the pillow, something between a groan and a whine muffled into it before clumsily reaching for the phone on his bedside table, still half asleep  before answering.

„Yes?“ 

„I‘m sorry for the early wake up call but we‘ve just been informed that the Shie Hassaikai have been taken down by vigilantes, they left us enough evidence to put all of them behind bars for years!“ said Sansa, obviously excited and happy about the whole thing. 

„What?“ His brain was still trying to comprehend what his friend had said but Sansa just kept talking. 

„I‘m coming to pick you up, we‘ll drive to the Compound now. The boss wants us to take this one,“ he said and hung up. 

Naomasa stared at the screen and then let his head fall back into the pillow, face first. 

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The dorms were being built at record speed but until then Shoto still had to live at home. Well, he didn't spend much time there as it was, just coming home late in the evening to sleep and eat breakfast before going to school but he realised that he was much too tense to sleep and only got two or three hours in at the most and spent the rest of the night in a fitful doze. Thankfully he was able to sleep a bit at homeroom. 

Aizawa basically let them do what they wanted during that time as long as they still handed in the assignments he was forced to teach them again when they were due. So far even Kaminari has managed to get around ninety percent, a few things get lost after three years, god forbid they have to do agency management and regulations again in the second year. He had been so happy to leave that behind. The teacher was also using the homeroom to retreat into his sleeping bag to catch up on sleep. In fact most of the class was. Yaoyorozu had made all of them individually sleeping bags that were awfully fluffy and comfortable. 

Storage of the sleeping bags was a nightmare, though. The rest of the school did not know that they had already graduated and therefore did not require normal education like their peers. So having sleeping bags lying around the room was a sure way to raise suspicion and get people (Monoma) screaming about special treatment. For now they had cleaned the vents above their room and were storing most of them up there. A few also went in a recently hollowed out panel behind the wall in the back. 

While cleaning the vents Izuku and Hitoshi vanished for a whole two hours before coming back through the classroom door, covered in dust and carrying something that looked suspiciously like floor plans and a USB stick that Izuku had slipped from his pocket into his backpack without comment. Shouto didn't ask. 

While most of the class didn’t spend their nights running around as vigilantes the way Izuku, Hitoshi, Iida and he himself did, they still seemed to be sleeping less than they should. He knew that besides Hitoshi Bakugou was also trying to get all his merch back together via Etsy and various other websites and possibly a few threats and or bribes to the owners of a few limited edition pieces. Shouto himself had marked a day in his calendar where he would be in front of the nearest hero merch store at least an hour before they opened. Last time it had taken him literal months (and Endeavours credit card) to get that Gang Orca keychain and poster from a private owner on Ebay after he missed the limited edition when it came out. What the others did to shorten their night time he didn’t really know but he had a growing suspicion that at least Tsu and Ochako were in fact stalking Endeavour and possibly Touya as well. 

He didn't quite know what to do about Touya. With Stain gone he shouldn't join the league and right now he hadn’t killed anyone…yet. He needed to find a solution soon but he’d need back up. Izuku and his friends would probably provide that. 

He was sitting on the train on the way to school, looking through various news forums, almost all of them reporting on the Shie Hassaikai raid and subsequent arrests. The police were trying to spin the story that they had raided the compound and that there was no involvement of any vigilantes, how dare the news media (correctly) assume that the police weren't able to arrest these villains without help. 

Shouto had to muffle his laughs behind his hand when he came upon a particularly inspired conspiracy theory that was almost entirely accurate. The “Alley Demons” that had taken down Stain a few days earlier had struck again and were now making their way through the rest of the criminal underworld. The newly dubbed “Alley Demons” were according to this theory a super secret government squad that was sent out to do things normal hero’s couldn’t. He sent the link to the article to the 1A Groupchat and then gleefully retweeted the article on his own conspiracy account. 

Getting off the train, he met up with Izuku at the station entrance, putting his hand in his. They walk together to the school and into Mic’s classroom. 

In truth they missed being heroes. Not that they had joined the official rankings yet when they graduated but they had been on patrol regularly since they already had their licenses. It gave them something to do, even after the League had been defeated, it felt good to help, to see that they were making a difference. And if Hitoshi was completely honest he missed the feeling of wind rushing past his head as he jumped from building to building, running at top speed across rooftops in the shadier parts of town. 

Getting their Hero License was admittedly a bit rushed but at that point they needed to be able to fight against the League without having to worry about legal trouble later on. Perhaps if they had been a normal class it wouldn’t sting so much now to have to start all over again. Oh, he was sure it would have been a nightmare either way, after all who wants to go through puberty and high school twice . BUt because they had never been a normal class they had already been working as heroes for at least half a year before graduation and that wasn’t counting fighting the fucking league. 

Hitoshi had been patrolling almost every night since they raided the Yakuza. Not every one of the newly dubbed “Alley Demons” (Apparently the name had been taken up by most of the news media in regards to their little group, even if no one had managed to get a picture yet) patrolled every night. Sometimes it was just him and Izuku, sometimes it was him, Tenya and Shouto. And some nights the others went out without him. There wasn't any schedule to it, it was just whoever needed to burn off some energy or couldn’t sleep that night. 

There had been a few confrontations either with other vigilantes, who viewed them with no small amount of apprehension or distaste, depending on where they stand on the whole Stain issue. Or more annoyingly with the police. The police hadn’t gotten a good look at them mostly because they got the hell out of dodge as soon as any police presence was confirmed. They couldn’t risk getting arrested, even if they weren’t doing anything illegal. 

It just wasn’t fair alright. Not only did they sit through the most gruelling exams someone could go through to get their diplomas but they quite literally risked their lives and general health, mental as well as physical, to save Japan. They had all the qualifications and more, it wasn't their fault they couldn’t show them to anyone. They didn't even beat anyone up most of the time they were out. 

Hitoshi wasn't patrolling tonight, or any night of the next week. He was helping Eri get settled in again. Her short stay with the absolute waste of breath Chisaki had set her back quite a bit but she was gaining her confidence back marvelously. She’d had a small breakdown when she saw Sir Nighteye on Tv giving an interview and realised that no one actually got hurt to rescue her this time and that Nighteye and Mirio were both fine. She had then realised that Mirio didn't know who she was and that set off another, bigger breakdown. 

Now she was happily holding his hand as they were being led around yet another apartment by a real estate agent. She seemed nice, if a bit overly enthusiastic. 

He had asked Aizawa if he wanted to get the same new apartment as he had last time, to which the answer was a shrug and a mumbled „we’ll see.”

Although now that Eri was with them rather sooner than later it probably made more sense to get an even bigger apartment. Could they even afford that? He knew that they usually had more than enough money but real estate wasn’t cheap. And an extra room might just tip the price to be a bit too much.

Maybe he could place a bet on the sports festival or something similar. There was no betting at the event of course but you could place bets on it at Casinos or at horse races. Every place where you would normally be betting on something else was offering bets on the sports festival when it came around again each year. And Hitoshi knew who was going to win and take the second and third place in each of the three sport festivals to come. For the first as well as the second and third years.

 Hmmm. 

Something to talk over with the class perhaps. He wasn’t the only one after all who could use some extra money. 

„Shouta, you are the love of my life but could you please stop dropping fatherhood on me.”

„Sorry.”

„No, you’re not.”

„Sorry.”

„Urgh.”

Chapter Text

The Mustafu Police department was generally overworked, understaffed and running on coffee that came from a machine that was been held together by tape and the desperation and collective will of the department.

So when the new vigilante group started dropping villains at their front door most of them took it in stride, thinking along the lines of “Well, at least my patrol will be short then.” Only when the villains that were being dropped off became more and more and the holding cells were overflowing they eventually (and with great annoyance) had to call for the neighboring station in Takodana to take some of their small-time villains off their hands. 

The Takodana Police department was in itself not bad at their job, just very unenthusiastic about it, while at the same time giving the impression that they were doing very important work indeed. Generally this was met with eyerolls and insults muttered where no one would hear, but a mutual dislike was well established and unlikely to ever disappear. 

So Tsukauchi did not fancy ringing them up to have them take over cases for them. But every other station had already declined. Literally. He even called one two cities over. 

Standing outside the station waiting for the other station's transport to arrive he lit a cigarette, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes for just a second. 

The Alley Demons, as they were being called, were starting to become a concern. For one, they were young and Tsukauchi was worried. They were good, yes but overconfidence and naïveté could and would most likely get them killed. And if not that then arrested, which will end with prison sentences that would likely destroy any chance at a real career. For two, they were starting to make the local hero’s look bad. That wasn't so much a problem as it was hilarious but it had the unfortunate effect that the heroes were now practically falling over themselves to arrest people and shove themselves into the limelight, to not be outdone by some kids in fancy costumes. Which did not help the workload being heaped onto the police. 

The Heroes make a big show and then dump all the work of their arrests on Tsukauchi and his fellow detectives. Mostly the arrests were pretty flimsy, no warrant, no serious crime committed. One small time, new hero had even had his license suspended after targeting mostly mutant quirk individuals, who in many cases did not commit an offense. 

He‘d asked Aizawa about the vigilante group, his knowledge of the future was still hard to wrap his head around but useful nonetheless. The teacher told him that they were not a threat and would not unduly interfere with the police and their investigations. His quirk gave no signal that he‘d lied but Tsukauchi still privately thought that the Demons were properly gonna be a pain in his ass. 

True to his assessment he heard footsteps on the roof above and for a single second he prayed that it was Aizawa, who likes going over the roofs instead of going through the streets like a normal person.

It was not Aizawa. 

A man bound up with a reinforced rope landed next to him on the sidewalk, groaning in pain that Tsukauchi understood, it was a drop that could break something if you landed wrong. 

Tossing his cigarette he ran around the building and yelled „Wait!“. He bounded up the fire escape at the side of the building to get up to the roof. He got on top of the building just as three figures jumped off it to the adjacent one, going in the direction of the city’s Center. Not thinking overly long about it, he ran after them, clearing the jump to the next building with less than a foot to spare and continued running. He yelled again and to his astonishment the three vigilantes actually stopped. 

They were still a roof apart, a small alley running between the buildings. The streetlights reflected on their masks and Tsukauchi understood why they were called Demons. The fangs etched into the masks caught the light, making them seem more sharp and intimidating. Their armor too was high end, he noted, definitely not self made, he thought. They had help. 

Now that he had a chance to actually talk to them he had no clue what to say or how to start that conversation. 

The just stared at each other for a bit before one of the Demons stepped forward, cocking his head a bit to the right, seemingly saying „yes?“ He was smaller than he would have thought from the reports. 

„Ah, well not that it's not nice to have you help with the arrests in the district but could you deliver them to a different station next time, we’re out of space.“

The Demon nodded. He didn‘t leave though. 

So he continued „ I‘m sure that you can do a lot of good but it would be best to leave it to the professionals, if you keep going like this I‘m sure there will be a concentrated effort to catch you. You can just stop now, you could get hurt.“

“That is our decision.”

The voice changer made his voice utterly inhuman, managing to sound menacing and completely ridiculous at once. Like a mix between an angry robot and a dying kitchen appliance.

“I understand that, but I also would encourage you to go about it legally. From what I’ve seen you could definitely become heroes through the system.” He offered. 

“We could.” The Demon agreed.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Nothing.”

“So why not do that then?”

“It takes too long.”

He was about to reply when he heard a sound on the roof behind him and looked back to see Sansa standing on the roof of the police building, with a few officers in uniform. He glanced back and the Demons were gone. 

He muttered a curse under his breath and went to jump back to the roof he had originally come from. Sansa caught his hand as he landed, just on the edge of the rooftop and pulled him more towards the Center of it. 

He looked back across the rooftops before he let himself be dragged back down to the street by a loudly lecturing Sansa. There was no trace of the vigilantes. He hoped that he wouldn’t be charged with catching them and immediately vowed to never speak that thought out loud, maybe the universe would listen then.

Finally the transport rolled up and Tsukauchi went with some reluctance to greet the officers from Takodana. 

The Sports Festival rolled around without much fanfare for Class 1A. They trained among themselves, at the gym or during the night hours, running around as vigilantes. (They renamed the class group chat Aizawa's Demons, which would have been true even without the name the media had given them). 

School was a bit boring, having to sit through it a second time. Mic Sensei started with more complex assignments, so they actually had to work for his class. To the very loud complaints of Denki who had been looking forward to having good grades, simply by being three years older mentally then the rest of the student body.

As far as they could tell the rest of the teachers were entirely confused by them and their admittedly, from their point of view, weird behavior. Midnight Sensei took most of it in stride and started moving faster through the syllabus, happy that they were apparently all universal geniuses that were also more or less good at art. (They didn't want to tell her and make her sad, so they let that one stand.)

All Might, attributed their incredible jump in abilities to the USJ having been a wake up call, seemingly forgetting that they have been showing weird and uncharacteristic behavior since the first day of school. 

Nezu was seen at frequent but irregular intervals staring at them from doorways or the vents. Which caused some friction between the principal and the Deku squad since they had already claimed the vents after they cleared them as storage space for the sleeping bags but they were able to work it out. At least that was what the class assumed after Shinsou dropped down from the vent during a home room class and just said “It’s handled.” And then went to sit down without a word. 

They chose Todoroki to go to the sports bar where they were betting half the money and Yaoyorozu to go into a club in the financial district where they were betting the other. Todoroki dyed his hair black for that, forgoing a wig entirely. 

They didn't bet on themselves only on the second and third years. Midoriya had every sports festival memorized so it wasn’t a problem. 

A good decision too. They all decided not to give a 100 % since that would give too much of their abilities away. But they didn’t just want to do it half assed either. The results for the obstacle course were a tie for first place between Bakugou and Yaoyorozu, second place went to Todoroki and third to Midoriya. Both Tokoyami and Uraraka were half a second behind him. 

They went with the same teams as before for the Cavalry Battle as before, this time without brainwashing from Shinsou, which actually made their performance a lot better. 

When it finally came to the one v one matches all of them were pretty pumped. And absolutely ready to confuse the shit out of every single person in the stadium and watching on tv. They were also gonna cost a lot of people money. 

One of the most popular betting aspects is quirk usage. First year quirks were widely unknown so people made guesses on the basis of probability. How many elemental, strength, mutation quirks, which would win and so on. 

So this year they were not gonna use quirks. At all. 

Todoroki was particularly pleased by this idea, since it would piss off Endeavour more than just using his ice ever had. Not that he was holding back his fire anymore but he saw no reason to tell the old bastard about that. 

The matches were the same pair ups, Midoriya and Shinsou were grinning at each other when entering the arena. 

Over the speakers you could hear President Mic let out a very soft “Oh no.”