Chapter 1: Class 1 - A's Sticky Situation: 1

Bakugo was mad. That wasn't saying much considering that nine times out of ten he was mad for some reason or another. But this time… this time he was really pissed off, hence why everyone was avoiding him. He sat alone in the cafeteria, poking at his Udon with his chopsticks, as he grit his teeth.

Those two bastards… they kept secrets, that much he knew. He knew that the psycho chick and buzzcut kept secrets namely because of what happened to four-eyes. He found out the hard way that they had been keeping stuff from them—from him.

First, it comes out that Ida's killer was a mother fucking vampire—a real, honest to god vampire, and that also this so-called vampire had something called a Stand, which was the physical embodiment of someone's soul, that only other Stand Users like psycho chick and buzzcut could see, and that four-eyes awakened one of these things before he kicked the bucket.

And those two bastards knew the whole fucking time what was going on.

In the next battle trial class, he was going to kick the snot out of them. Not only was he going to kick the snot out of them, but he was going to make sure that they knew their place, and that they wished he'd done them in. He was going to beat them so badly that he was going to make their blood coat the walls.

He wasn't big about keeping secrets, especially considering he didn't give a rat's ass about what others did. But when secrets like that are involved, and if they happen to be life-saving information purposely being held back because daddy said so, then he had every damn right to put them through the wringer. That wasn't a fucking excuse. There was no defending that. Four-eyes could be alive right now had they just been informed about this shit earlier.

But NO, those two fucks had to keep it to themselves! It was utter bullshit!

If he didn't have a good enough reason to hate those two fuckheads before, he sure as hell did now. For as much as Bakugo wasn't the biggest fan of Four-eyes, he was still his classmate, even if he was a pain in the ass and an annoying one at that. Four-eyes—no… Tenya Ida was his classmate. His fucking classmate. Sure, it was rich coming from Bakugo, who had told Deku to kill himself almost about a year ago, but that didn't mean he had been thinking about what he said.

Truth be told, Bakugo beat himself up over that when he got home that day. What the fuck had he been thinking? What made it worse was that now that he had lost a classmate, now that Tenya Ida was dead, looking back on that situation, what would have Bakugo done if Deku did jump off that roof?

For as much as he loathed Deku and what he stood for, and for as much as he hated that piece of shit rat-bastard for even daring to think that he could become a hero without a Quirk, only for Deku to actually have had a Quirk that, while probably doing a lot of damage to his body if he used it before he had trained with it to actually be able to use it without hurting himself, the idea of Deku dying because of something he said and did… it made him feel sick to his stomach.

He wanted to be a hero, right? But if he wanted to be a hero, back then, at Aldera… what he said to Deku was something a villain would've said.

"Fucking hell… I'm a goddamned idiot…."

"Oi," a voice called out to him, as the explosive blond looked over his shoulder to see where the voice came from. It was some foreigner, staring at him with greenish-blue eyes and a shit-eating grin. He had medium-length blond hair, and what appeared to be a scar under his right eye. He was wearing the U.A. Uniform, duh, why wouldn't he be, and the way he stood made him look like he was important… which he clearly wasn't seeing as he had never seen him before. "You from 1 – A?"

"Oh great, another one of these fucking clowns…."

"Fuck off," Bakugo spat as he turned to face his lunch. Before he could pick some food up and eat it, though, a fucking rat came bouncing out of his food. Bakugo shouted in shock, and as a result wasn't able to get a good look at the freaky thing, while at the same time, he was in the middle of falling on his ass. The rat pounced on his face, using it as a springboard of sorts before jumping up to the foreigner, who now had an even bigger shit-eating grin on his face. The rat perched on his shoulder, as the bastard sat across from him.

"Now that's rude, you know that?" The asshole said as the rat slipped into his uniform. "Why you gotta treat yer new classmate like that?"

"My what?" Bakugo spat, as the douchebag chuckled to himself.

"What, did yer teacher not tell ya? Goddamn, that's kinda stupido, yeah? Maybe he just forgot, and that's fine. The name's Giorgio Zeppelli and I gotta tell ya, er… Bakugo was it? I saw your and JoJo's fight during the Sports Festival, and I gotta say, for someone who went in completely blind against someone with The Spin and A Stand User? I gotta say, you did pretty damn good for yourself," Zeppelli said as Bakugo raised an eyebrow.

"The fuck? You go from putting your stupid pet rat in my food to praising me? You got a screw loose blondie?" Bakugo said with a scoff, looking down at his now-ruined meal. The bastard had the nerve to ruin his food, and then talk to him like they're all buddy-buddy? Either this guy was bold, or just plain stupid.

"Pet rat? What pet rat?" Zeppelli replied, genuine confusion on his face as Bakugo's right eye twitched.

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME, ASSHOLE!" Bakugo roared as Zeppelli laughed his ass off, only earning more ire from Bakugo, as the explosive blond grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer. "THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

At this point, the whole cafeteria was looking at him, as Zeppelli just continued to laugh like nothing was going on. If he was allowed to use his Quirk right now, good god he would blow this bastard sky high! The only reason why he did it was that, unless it was in a training center, Quirk usage in the school was banned, and with all the security around, he knew damn well that it would be impossible to make up an excuse for it.

"Oh boy, you're a riot, Bakugo!" Zeppelli said, before gaining a serious glint in his eye as then, out of nowhere, the blond teen socked Bakugo across the face with a solid right hook, making him let go of his collar. "Also, ain't it rude to start grabbing people's clothes and shit? That's like beggin' for an ass-whoopin'!"

Bakugo looked up at Zeppelli, who was reaching for his pocket. The explosive blond slowly stood back up, his hands balling into a fist. He wasn't going to let that slide, not even for a moment. He swung a quick but precise left hook at the foreigner's face, slugging him, and hitting him square in the nose with enough force to draw blood.

Zeppelli stumbled back, a smirk on his face before he charged Bakugo and punched him in the gut, making Bakugo spit up saliva everywhere. But that wasn't going to stop Bakugo from retaliating, as he clasped both his hands together, and slammed down his balled-up hands like a sledgehammer, knocking the boy to the ground.

As the boy fell, however, he snapped his fingers… before completely dissolving into nothingness and disappearing. Bakugo stumbled backward, before tripping over something and falling flat on his ass. Zeppelli reappeared above him, with a smirk on his face.

"Nice fightin', Bakugo. But you're gonna need to work on your stance. You're like a bruiser, and while you got good hand-eye coordination, and yer good at thinking up ways to smack a bastard right hard, you ain't got the drive to make those blows hurt nearly as much as they would. You seem to rely too much on yer Quirk, which was why you lost," Zeppelli said, before walking away as Bakugo got up from the floor, watching the retreating form of Zeppelli with a hateful glare in his eyes.

Although, there was one lingering question in the back of his mind. Just what the fuck did he do back there? And how did he do it? Whatever the case was, he looked over at his food back on the table, before scoffing. He no longer had an appetite anymore, and he sure as hell wasn't going to eat any tainted food that got used as a nest by that prick's pet rat.

Whatever the case was, his next class was Heroics with All Might. He decided that he might as well get ready for it a little bit earlier than the others.

xxXXxxXXxx

Heimei wasn't exactly the most popular in her class. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Aside from the fact that General Studies students were… uh, what was the word, assholes to most others because they were either butthurt, they didn't get accepted into the main course or they would do everything in their power to belittle others around them for their sense of self-worth.

The thing that separated herself and the rest of those pompous dickweeds was that she knew she was an asshole and a piece of shit. She knew that she had a snarky personality. And normally, that was where it ended. She would call everyone around her losers, then go home and practice becoming a Mangaka. She wanted to live up to her descendants' hype, after all.

However, there was just one small issue now.

She now lived in the dorms.

And, another small issue… no one in her class was actually aware that she was a Transwoman. The only person who actually knew that she was Trans was, funnily enough, the principal and staff of U.A., and Kira Yoshihara of whom she only accidentally admitted to being Trans because she over-introduced herself.

Luckily for Heimei, she had fully completed her transition around about 2 months before U.A. had started, so it wasn't as if she was still in the process of transitioning, well, at least the top surgery and hormone therapy anyway. Her parents were extremely supportive, as was her grandfather, surprisingly. She hadn't expected that. Although, funnily enough, her grandfather was pretty sure that if his father was still around, that being the great Rohan Kisihibe himself, he would probably be accepting of her, if only because he could study her using his Stand, Heavens Door.

That… was a problem, but she ignored it. That was probably just her grandfathers' opinion on the matter. She wouldn't know for sure, considering he was dead. And besides, that was the least of her problems right about now.

"I swear to kami above, leave me the fuck alone!" Heimei spat at one of her "classmates". Harusuke Hinata was who she was referring to. He found out that she was transgender, and the bastard was, to say the very least, disgusted by it. They had been tense friends at the beginning of the year, but not the case now.

How, exactly, did he find out? Simple, he had snuck into her dorm room on day one and found her diary, in which she had written down the whole experience of her transition, and then he confronted her about it in the most derogatory way imaginable… by outing her in front of the entire class.

Luckily, and she swore to god that she really was lucky, no one aside from Hinata cared enough to make a stink about it. Some of the girls looked uncomfortable about finding out, but it wasn't as if they were outright grossed out like Hinata was. Still insanely rude to think that they even assumed she was gross for doing what she did, but that wasn't what she was bothered about. If the other girls in her class were grossed out by it, they would've made it known today in Gym class when they got into the change rooms, which had separate stalls to change in, which she used.

No one made a fuss about it before, and no one, aside from Hinata, was doing so now, so that was all that mattered.

"Oh, and why should I do that? Haruno."

Oh… she was going to kill him. Like, straight up just kill him. "My name is Heimei, you dick. Get it right!"

Hinata rolled his eyes. "Stop deluding yourself, Haruno. You're a guy, and you fucking know it!" The brown-haired teen spat. "I mean, you still got a dick, right? So that means you're a guy, yeah? Fake tits or not, if you got a dick, you're a guy."

Heimei was starting to feel really uncomfortable around him now. This had been the second time he had mentioned her, albeit fake, breasts today. So what if they were fake? They were hers, and that was that. Her parents hadn't had the money to make it so that she could get bottom surgery yet, considering it cost around 2 Million Yen to do—like seriously, what the fuck—but that didn't make her any less of a woman!

"So fucking what, Hinata? Why do you care? We were friends just a few days ago, so why the fuck does any of this shit matter! I'm not any less of a woman than Tsuyumi is!" Heimei spat as Hinata scoffed.

"At least she's real! You're not! You fucking liar!" As Hinata said, he punched her in the face, knocking her to the ground. What made things worse was that they were somewhere remote—she had gone to the forest to do some research on the natural fauna for her notes to make a Manga just as successful as her predecessor's Pink Dark Boy. Unfortunately, Hinata had followed her and seeing as no one else had followed him, that meant no one was there to see her get hit.

When she hit the grassy terrain, she had done so on her rear, meaning that now Hinata was looming over her. Unfortunately, because her emotions were running high, even if she did summon Sweet Child O' Mine to deal with the bastard, it wouldn't do much. It wasn't exactly physically strong, and its ability worked based on emotions, and in order for her ability to work first, she had to have complete control over her own emotions. That applied to sensations, too. She couldn't use her Stand unless she was calm.

And since she was most definitely not calm—in fact she was fucking pissed—her Stand wouldn't come out. Even as Hinata loomed over her. Even as he looked down at her with a smirk on his face. Even as he started to kick her…. She tried to summon Sweet Child O' Mine, but it wouldn't respond. Goddamnit, she needed to get her emotions in check….

But it wouldn't work. She couldn't. Even as he groped her. Even as he got on top of her. Even as she screamed as he started to touch her. She tried to fight back, she started punching, kicking, screaming, and biting, but no one heard her, and Hinata didn't stop even as he bled. Which made sense. His Quirk was a weak form of pain nullification.

He tore away her blazer and ripped off her bra, which she could now see out of the corner of her eyes, as he fondled her chest, pinning her to the ground as he hooked two of his fingers in her mouth. She could feel his dirty, grimy fingers caress her breasts, and mess with her nipples, causing her to feel gross. "Well… they may be fake, but they definitely feel real to me~" Hinata purred in her right ear, as Heimei felt a wave of despair flood her body.

Oh god.

Oh god no.

She bit down on his fingers to get them out of her mouth, which worked, as she shouted at him. "Get the fuck off me you—" she couldn't finish the sentence as he grabbed the top of her head, and slammed her face into the ground, bloodying her nose. He rehooked his fingers in her mouth, she felt his hand slip down her undergarments.

"Oh God, no, please, someone, anyone, please!" Heimei thought as she kicked, elbowed, and did everything she possibly could to get him off of her. He took his fingers out of her mouth, as she coughed and spit, trying to get the gross taste of his unwashed hands out of her mouth. She wriggled and moved, trying to throw him off of her, but to no avail. She could feel something press up against the center of her back—his knee, probably, which kept her in place.

For as much as he seemed to hate her, he must've been really enjoying himself, the fucking freak!

Her skin broke out into goosebumps as he felt around her junk. She might not have had female genitalia, but that hardly mattered, and she got the feeling that that was why he was going for it. She screamed, this time as loud as she possibly could. But nobody came. No one heard a damn thing, as was evident.

Her heart began to beat twice as fast as it usually would. She was starting to panic. She needed to do something, anything. Fortunately, her hands were still free. If she could just squeeze his dick, then maybe he'd experience enough pain for her to get out of this horrible situation.

Unfortunately, her arms were too short to reach where she needed to reach, and with how he was on top of her, her legs wouldn't be even nearly in kicking range.

"Oh~? You're hard… I'm surprised you haven't gotten bottom surgery. That's what it's called, right? You filthy fucking tranny. But, you know what? It works for me~"

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Heimei screamed again, putting as much force as she could into elbowing him in the gut, but to no avail. The bastard just wouldn't flinch, move, or get off of her, no matter how much she elbowed, kicked, flailed, or anything at all! "HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP! HELP! HE—" She didn't finish her crying for help, as he shoved her face into the dirt again.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING FREAK!" Hinata roared, slamming her face into the ground multiple times, tears pricking at the side of her eyes. Oh god, she was going to die, wasn't she? He was going to have his way with her and kill her afterward, wasn't he? "Hehe… now be a good little freak, and—huh, who the fuck… ACK!"

Suddenly, the weight on her back was lifted as Heimei heard a thunk and a crash come out from behind her. Heimei scrambled around, reaching for the torn remains of her clothes, her breathing heavy as she tried to straighten out her underwear. Hinata was slumped up against a tree, blood streaming down his nose as a black-haired, golden-eyed teen wearing U.A.'s uniform loomed over him with her right hand clenched into a fist.

Heimei had never seen them before, even in passing while walking around the halls. Yes, U.A. had around about 1,000 students, but after nearly two months of being in the same school, considering she was rather active around the school during lunch period, faces were pretty easy to recognize. While she barely knew any of the names of those in the school, she had really good facial recognition.

And she had never seen his person before. Which meant they must've just come to the school or had been hiding away within the building where no one could find them. Either way, the details didn't matter. Heimei was just glad that someone had heard her cries for help.

"Pezzo di merda. Sei un pezzo grossolano, disgustoso, vile, orribile di sporcizia umana! Sono le persone come voi che sono la feccia della terra, e le persone che prometto di assicurarmi di non camminare mai e poi mai liberi, mai più!"

Heimei had no idea what the clearly foreign teen was saying, but with the angry look on her face, it was clear as day that it wasn't anything nice. And then… they began to glow a dark blue colour. They were a Stand User.

Hinata looked up at the person who had saved Heimei from a horrible, horrible fate. The brunette tried to get up but failed as the girl kicked him back down, hard enough to make the tree shake and for him to cough up blood.

"You piece of—"

Before Hinata could finish that sentence, the girl summoned her Stand to her side, grabbing the boy by the throat as he choked, gasping for air. She lifted him against the tree, with a violent gleam in her eye as Heimei got a good look at the foreigner's Stand.

It was humanoid, obviously, with grey skin. It looked extremely similar to the user's height, appearance, and… pretty much everything really. Like, a carbon copy of the person's height and body type wise, minus the whole gender thing like most Stands were. Half of its face was hidden under a helmet with a mohawk row of short, golden spikes, and it seemingly wore some form of a dark blue bodysuit with its chest and stomach exposed.

On its arms, wrists, elbows, knees, and feet were pieces of padded armour, and it had zippers of varying sizes hanging on the base of its neck, abdomen, the back of its hands, and the tops of its feet. And, as per the usual, like most humanoid Stands that looked vaguely human, it was rather muscular but more effeminate than buff macho-man.

"I am going to take as much enjoyment as I possibly can to beat the bricks off of you… Scum like you are lower on the totem poll than even one-celled organisms because even they have more functioning brain cells than dogshit like yourself! When I'm through with you, there won't be a single person who can save your sorry excuse for a life! And you wanna know the best part? No one's gonna know what happened to you. STICKY FINGERS! FUCK'EM UP!" Before the boy could scream, he was interrupted by a barrage of punches heading his way at blinding speeds, all of which caused ripples to form across his skin and clothes.

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The moment the punch barrage stopped, the boy's head flew off of his neck, with the only thing remaining of his neck being the end of an unzipped zipper, his mouth having been zipped up, preventing him from screaming, and the creepiest part was that he was still alive. His hands were also unzipped off of his body, and they fell to the ground with a soft thump. Heimei watched with wide eyes and slightly less panicked breaths as The Stand faded back into the user, although its ability was not going away, meaning that its ability could be active without the Stand being out. Now that… that was cool.

The golden-eyed girl looked over her shoulder, before walking over to Heimei and crouching down to her level and extending a hand. "Hey, are you alright? I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner. I knew I could hear screaming coming from this direction… the name's Bucciarati, sorry we had to meet like this," the girl, Bucciaratti, said as Heimei smiled, accepting the hand as she was pulled up from the ground and back onto her feet.

"T-Thanks… um…" Heimei stammered as the girl unbuttoned her school uniform jacket, before passing it over to her. She was wearing the white shirt that the uniform came with underneath the jacket, which was good. "You sure?"

"You need it more than I do," Bucciaratti replied before looking over to the head. "Say… you wanna stomp on his head for a little bit, you know, seeing as he can't defend himself?"

When Heimei finished putting on the slightly bigger uniform jacket, she looked over to Hinata's head, before smirking. "You know what… that doesn't sound too bad…." As Heimei said that, the two walked over to the decapitated head and decided to play a little game of kickball with it for a little while, leaving fresh shoe prints all over his face, and after a few minutes of kicking it against the tree that his body was slumped up against, while also stomping on his hands for good measure, he ended up with one of his eyes dangling out of its socket.

And, considering when Bucciarati touched his neck to see if he was alive, that he no longer had a pulse… the boy was most definitely dead. And, Heimei did not give a shit, not even in the slightest. In fact, she could've given less of a shit, for very, very, very obvious reasons.

"Uh…" The dark-green-haired girl muttered as Buccariatti shrugged. Walking over to the tree where she had punched the dude into the next dimension, Buccariatti glided her finger down the tree trunk as her Stand's hand flickered over her own, as what appeared to be another hole into an unknown pocket dimension opened up in the tree. Without saying a word, Buccariatti loaded the corpse, the severed hands, and the decapitated head into the zipper dimension thing, before closing up the hole, and snapping her fingers as the portal dimension thing disappeared.

"Tada! No more transphobic rapist! And if anyone asks, we can just say that he walked into the woods and never came back, yeah?" Buccariatti said as Heimei nodded. The ravenette placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a concerned look. "Seriously, though. Are you gonna be okay? That's one hell of a traumatic experience you just went through… if you need anyone to talk to, just text me, yeah?" Buccariatti said, before passing her a little piece of paper. It was a series of digits.

"It's my cell number," Buccariatti said, a small smile forming on her face as Heimei glanced back down at the series of numbers. "Doesn't matter what time it is, if you need someone to talk to about what just happened, and don't want to tell anyone else, message me. I know a few people back in Naples that went through something similar, and… well, they didn't have anyone to talk to, and they didn't tell their therapists… it happened to one of my closest friends, and they felt like they didn't have anyone to talk to, even when I had asked them if they were alright. And… well… I'm sure I don't need to tell you what happened next."

A pit formed in Heimei's stomach. She knew exactly what Buccariatti was getting at. "I… I see…." Heimei stammered as the ravenette patted her on the back.

"Come on, let's get out of here. The bell's gonna ring soon, and I don't want to be late for my next class, 'kay?" Without arguing, Heimei followed Buccariatti out of the forest as fast as her legs would let her. Heimei glanced behind herself one more time, just to make sure the bastard was really dead. She felt a chill claw down her spine, her skin breaking out into goosebumps. The forest, a place where she used to think of safety and separation from her woes… it no longer carried that same comforting feeling.

Now, whenever she looked at it, it chilled her to the bone…. She would never, ever, step foot into a forest ever again, even if her life depended on it.

xxXXxxXXxx

"I AM HERE!" All Might's booming voice reverberated across the industrial site-esque training field that was Ground Gamma. Everyone from Class 1 – A stood in front of the number one Pro Hero, dressed in their hero attire.

It had been a while since Yoshihara had been adorned in her hero costume, which consisted of a white two-piece, vertically striped white suit having been made out of a fire retardant fabric and Kevlar so that it was also bulletproof and dampened the effect of explosions. It came with a black and golden striped tie that had humanoid cat-like skull motifs between each stripe, along with a pair of fingerless gloves and combat boots.

Similarly, it had been a while since Josefumi had worn his hero costume, which consisted of a sailors uniform, minus the dopey hat, with a pink shirt underneath with the word JOJO in all caps and in the colour yellow surrounding the shirt, along with a pair of black dress shoes.

"And the reason for that is your hero's basic training! It's been a while, Boys and Girls! How is everyone?!" All Might asked with his usual gusto, only to receive tense silence. The pro hero sighed, before clearing his throat. "Ah, yes. I don't think I should neglect to mention that. I think it's obvious why the mood is so dreary. Young Ida's death has impacted many people, including myself. There is a reason why these classes are here, and that is to train you all in the event that something similar happens again—a random villain attack, that is."

"Unfortunately, we do not have all day to mourn the loss of Young Ida. His presence will be missed by all. I have a class to teach, and you have things to learn! But, before we get into that, there are some people I would like to introduce to you all! You'll be seeing them a lot, and that's because… They're your new classmates to replace Young Sero and Young Koda! I had them get here earlier than the rest of you so I can keep this as a surprise for this class, so, come on, you young zygotes!"

From around a corner, two people that Yoshihara didn't recognize, but that Josefumi did, stepped out in hero costumes of their own. The first one was a girl with medium-length black hair, golden eyes, and tan skin, and one of her more noticeable assets was her rather petite chest, which was accentuated by what she was wearing.

Speaking of what she was wearing, the ravenette was wearing a black and white spotted skin tight zip-up bodysuit that covered up to the end of her thighs, with the black dots having the shape of a zipper. And speaking of zippers, on the cuffs of her sleeves were decorative golden zippers. She also wore a black eye mask, which only brought out her golden eyes even more than normally would look.

Then, there was the other person, who was a boy. He had slightly longer blond hair, blueish-green eyes, and pale white skin. His outfit consisted of an armless light brown combat vest, a long sleeve black Kevlar shirt, and a similar colour pair of pants, over which were a pair of purple leather coverings that hooked onto the black and green striped belt that kept his pants up, and a pair of black leather cowboy boots. He also had a weapon holster on his right hip, which had been empty for the time being, although it looked more like something that would hold a ball rather than a gun or a knife.

"Class 1 – A! I would like to introduce to you your new classmates, both of whom are transfer students from Italy and their top hero school, forgive me for butchering this, you two, Liceo Hero! Two more students will be joining us at the end of the week, both of whom are transferring from General Studies, so be ready for that!" All Might said, before looking at the two new students, who bowed, before introducing themselves.

First, was the girl. "My name is Maria Buccariatti. A pleasure to meet you all!"

Then, the guy. "Name's Giorgio Zeppelli! Nice to meet'cha!"

"Now, the two of you, stand up front while I finish my introduction to the class!" All Might said, as the two silently nodded, before standing at the front of the group next to Uraraka and Yaoyorozu, who gave them silent greetings.

All Might stared at them with his usual boisterous expression, but on the inside, he was in deep thought. "These two, from what Headmaster Nedzu told me, are Stand Users. More and more of them seem to be entering the school, I wonder why that is. Perhaps it's The Speedwagon Foundation's doing? No… Johnny wouldn't do that. Stand Users attract other Stand Users, so I'm told. Does that mean it acts as some kind of magnetism? Hmm… will that mean that one day, a villain with a Stand might happen upon campus? If that happens… how can we deal with it? And, more importantly, would we blame the Stand Users who were on the campus, to begin with?"

All Might cleared his throat, while also clearing his thoughts. He didn't like the idea of having to place blame for anything on the students of U.A., even with Yamada floating the idea that there might be a traitor amongst them—something discussed at the last meeting they had. All Might refused to believe there was a traitor amongst them… he believed in his Students, even the new ones.

"Now! As an immediate follow-up to your internships, today's activity is a playful one. It might seem in poor taste, but I'd like to think that a nice distraction will do us good! With that in mind, we'll be doing a Rescue-Training Race!" All Might declared as commotion rumbled about in the class. The discussion about the activity was one filled with curiosity when suddenly Yaoyorozu raised her hand.

"Excuse me, All Might-sensei, I do not mean to be rude, but… shouldn't rescue training be conducted within the USJ?" The ravenette asked as All Might's smile radiated stronger, as he raised a finger in a correcting manner.

"Ah, I believe this wasn't explained due to the villain attack that had occurred there, but, The USJ is used for disaster rescue training, not regular rescue training. And besides, I said that today's activity was a fun one, that being a race! Which is why I picked this place in particular. Everyone, welcome to… Field Gamma!"

Just like All Might had said, and as Yoshihara had already noticed, the place did look like an industrial field. Izuku, for his part, was a little confused about how this was supposed to be "fun", but then again considering this was All Might, and that the last thing that he had suggested having been "fun" was a game of tag with Quirks in Field Beta… Yeah, no. He almost dreaded the activity here.

As for Josefumi, he was more confused as to why Maria and Gio were here at U.A. Usually, his father would let him know this kind of thing in advance. But this time, he didn't. He had already been reunited with Giorgio weeks ago, and while their meeting was brief, he was still glad for it.

Maria, on the other hand… he believed that she had died months ago. Giorgio kind of implied before the last time that they talked. Yet, to see Maria here, alive… it was confusing. Giorgio looked over his shoulder at Josefumi, gestured toward Maria, and whispered in a very quiet tone of voice "will explain after class."

Josefumi sure hoped so, and considering that Maria was seemingly none the wiser to this whole thing… he didn't like where this was going.

"Field Gamma is a dense spread of factories that wind together to create an intricate maze network of maze-like alleys! You'll be split into six teams of three, with each team going one at a time!" All Might began, pulling Josefumi and Izuku out of their thoughts and regaining their attention, as their teacher pulled out a hologram with a small chibi icon of himself in the center of a pitch-black square, a large speech bubble that said HELP underneath, with three arrows pointing toward him.

"I'll send a distress signal from somewhere inside, and you will all start at the border of Field Gamma! The activity will be a race to see who can reach and "rescue" me first!" In a joking manner, All Might pointed toward Bakugo, his smile slightly stretching a little bit wider than normal as he continued. "Naturally, keep the destruction of property to a minimum!"

"Stop pointing at me…." Bakugo thought with an annoyed grimace. Oh, he knew why All Might was pointing at him, it was an unfortunate habit of his, but that still didn't mean that he enjoyed being called out on it….

Immediately, teams were made in rather quick succession so that the activity could be started faster. The first team consisted of Izuku, Shoto, and Giorgio. The second team consisted of Tsuyu, Mina, and Maria. The third team consisted of Yoshihara, Shoji, and Kirishima. The fourth team was made up of Josefumi, Ojiro, and Kaminari. The fifth team was made up of Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and Bakugo. The sixth and final team was made up of Sato, Tokoyama, and Aoyama.

Group one was the first one to go as they all stood at the entrance to Field Gamma. Izuku was in a runner's stance, and Shoto was calm and collected in a relaxed, albeit ready stance. And then there was Giorgio, who had a cocky grin on his face with his hands behind his neck. Shoto glanced over to Giorgio and frowned. "You seem awfully confident if you look so relaxed. You should take this more seriously."

As Todoroki said that, Giorgio's cocky grin grew wider, as what appeared to be a rat weaselled its way out of his hero costume and sped off into Field Gamma. And while Todoroki and Izuku didn't catch it, it sped its way through the mazelike field, and into the darkness. "Oh, please. You guys don't think I'm taking this seriously, yeah? Well, news flash. I already am. You guys just don't know it yet," Giorgio replied as All Might's voice boomed from the loudspeakers within Field Gamma.

"OKAY! GROUP ONE, ON YOUR MARKS…!"

At the very beginning of Field Gamma, there was a massive observation deck where the rest of Class 1 – A was located. Because none of them was going first, they were all relegated to watch in the background. And because of that, they were all waiting with bated breaths to see how it would all play out.

"Hey, guys. That new kid, uh, Zeppelli, was it?" Kaminari spoke up as those of his group looked at him. "He seems incredibly relaxed. I mean, he got paired up with the first two strongest people in our class, and he's not even breaking a sweat! Talk about cocky, right guys?" The electric blond said as Josefumi shook his head.

"No. I've known Gio for a while now. If he's that relaxed… it means he's already won," Josefumi replied as Kaminari and Ojiro both looked at him with confusion.

"But… the race hasn't even started yet. How could he have possibly already won? Does it have something to do with his Quirk?" Ojiro questioned as Josefumi smirked, placing his hands in his pockets.

"GET SET…!"

"No, it's not a matter of Quirks, Ojiro-kun. As Sugimoto-sensei said in our first class, there are other powers out there. And, even the weakest of them is stronger than even the bestest of Quirks…" Josefumi explained as Ojiro's eyes widened.

Back in Field Gamma, All Might, who was standing at the top of a tower, felt something rub up against his leg. When he looked down, he saw nothing, which caused him to scratch the back of his beck. "Huh… Strange… anyway! GO!!!" As All Might said that, and as Shoto and Izuku shot off into Field Gamma, Zeppelli stayed behind, twiddling his thumbs.

"Hey, what's that Zeppelli guy doing? He's not moving!" Kirishima exclaimed as Yaoyorozu narrowed her eyes.

"He looks like he's planning something… but, what? Right now, he's losing…" Yaoyorozu said as Bakugo frowned. He remembered their encounter back in the cafeteria, and then, that's when he realized what was going on.

"Oi, extras," Bakugo spoke to his group as they all looked at him. "Did none of you see that rat that he deployed before the countdown started?" the blond bomber questioned as Yaoyorzu and Uraraka looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What rat? He's just been…" Uraraka paused, then frowned in thought. "Actually, now that you mention it, he did have one on his shoulder when All Might was talking earlier. But, what does that have to do with anything?" the brunette questioned as Bakugo looked back at the screen, as his eyes widened.

"Sacre bleu!! Is that guy dissolving?!" Aoyoama explained as everyone watched in complete disbelief as Giorgio, who had been at the start of the race, melted into a puddle of absolute nothingness, before then magically reappearing behind All Might, forming out of a puddle that had appeared behind him. All Might turned around, surprise on his face.

"Ah, Young Zeppelli! I didn't even see you!" All Might said as Giorgio smirked.

"You never would've. I won the moment you said, "Go." I just thought that maybe those two should get at least a singular chance at proving themselves, yeah?" Giorgio replied as what appeared to be a decomposing rat appeared on his shoulder. Its face was a skull, and half of its tail was missing, while on the back of the rat was a giant skull inside encased in a tombstone. After all, Living Tombstone, while not being the best Stand in the world, is perfect for scenarios like these."

All Might's smile grew. "Well, if this goes to show anything, then I'd be inclined to agree! Alright," All Might began as he spoke into the louder speaker. "Giorgio has made it to my position first! However, that does not mean the activity is over! It's a race for second place! Let's see who can make it!"

Izuku couldn't believe what he was hearing. That didn't mean he was jealous, far from it, in fact, he was impressed more than anything. But, it was clear that the new guy had to have an amazing Quirk, or, an amazing Stand of some kind. And as he leapt from place to place using Full Cowling, trying to find his way toward All Might, he couldn't help but watch as Todoroki was mere seconds ahead of him.

And speaking of Shoto, he seemed rather conflicted. How did the new student beat both himself and Midoriya? It made no sense. Unless, of course, his power wasn't that of a Quirk. If it was, then it wouldn't have come close to beating them. He knew Midoriya had gotten extremely fast somehow with the use of his strange but powerful Quirk, and with his ice, Shoto could skate and scale pretty much any building with minimal effort, which was what he was doing right now.

Back in the observation field, Bakugo was furious. Not only was he furious at that Zeppelli asshole for winning over Icy-hot and Deku, but because Deku was fucking copying him. The nerd had the gall to copy his moves! However, that aside, he had to begrudgingly admit that Deku was improving. And he goddamn hated it.

The explosive blond looked over to the psycho bitch, who was watching the whole thing with rapt attention. Was it her fault that Deku had gotten so much more confident? That shitty little nerd had no right to be here in the first place, and even back before U.A. had the balls to confront him and told he wasn't shit—at least, that's how he interpreted it.

And it was all because of her.

"She's more of a fucking problem than I first thought…" Bakugo thought as he narrowed his eyes on her.

Meanwhile, Yoshihara was a little bit disappointed that Izuku hadn't come in first, and seeing how Todoroki was outpacing him, there was a chance he'd come in dead last. And as she watched Todoroki Shoto and Izuku go neck and neck, with Shoto's ice encroaching on the pipes that Izuku was bouncing off of, and Izuku's speed is enough to catch up to Shoto…

That was, until Shoto had launched himself upwards using his ice as a catapult, landing next to All Might a second before Izuku could touch base in front of the number one pro hero!

"Alright, now, Zeppelli may have taken first place but do remember that you've all progressed in meaningful ways. The way you use your Quirks has changed, which I can tell. It might not seem like much, but you've progressed rather far in your time here at school! Just look how far you've all come since the beginning!" All Might said as both Shoto and Izuku nodded.

"And while I have no idea how far you've come since joining us in Japan, Young Zeppelli, I can assume the same applies to you as well, correct?" All Might asked the Italian as the teen smiled.

"Funny you mention that All Might sir. Two days ago, I had no power to call my own. It was only recently that I awoke my Stand," Zeppelli replied as Izuku and Shoto stared at the boy incredulously, Izuku more so than Shoto. All Might, meanwhile, was impressed.

"Well, that is interesting! That aside, we can talk more about this later if you wish. Just remember, Final Exams are coming up soon, so be prepared!" All Might exclaimed as began to walk away as he passed by Izuku. Much to Izuku's shock, All Might whispered to him. "Incredible, you've improved greatly since the Sports Festival with your Full Cowling Technique! Come see me after class."

Izuku raised an eyebrow in confusion as Shoto and Zeppelli left the area. "The time has come for an important discussion. About me… and about One For All…!"

Unbeknownst to the two of them, one of Zeppelli's Living Tombstone rats had been watching from the sidelines, listening into the conversation. Zeppelli frowned, glancing over to Midoriya and All Might. "One For All, eh? What does it have to do with All Might and that kid? Maybe I should fill in Jojo and his buddy down there…." Zeppelli thought as Living Tombstone faded away.