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Dinner had always been quiet when the Todoroki patriarch was around. No one ever really spoke about their day, beyond the few attempts that Fuyumi would have, only for those to peter out almost as soon as they started.

Yet, even after getting through most of the main course, neither of them left, neither of them looking to the door in the vague hope that someone would take them out of this situation. It was just a quiet, simple dinner, one that hadn't happened in a long time.

"Was the trip back comfortable?" he asked.

Shoto didn't look up from his rice, and Fuyimi looked almost sheepish.

"Dad, it was your private jet, it was very comfortable."

"I just want to make sure," Enji said.

"Really dad," Fuyumi stressed, "It was nice."

"Good," Enji said, fingers fumbling with his own food for a moment, "And has anyone… called for a comment?"

"They don't even get past the first ring," Shoto said, still not looking up from his food.

Enji didn't react, though he could see Fuyumi watching the two of them intently.

"Back when I was a starting hero," he began, "I got calls from almost every agency to figure out if I knew what the latest trend was. I couldn't deal with all of them, so I set my mail to send them to a local car dealership."

Fuyumi laughed, a bit forced, but still good to hear.

"You sure that was you?"

"I was young," Enji said, "I hadn't really gotten used to dealing with press calls."

He twirled up some soba and slurped it down.

"So… before the I-Tower Incident…" Enji mused, looking to Fuyumi. "Did you two… have fun?" His son turned back, and his only daughter perked up.

"Have fun?"

"Well, you didn't have a chance to meet with my contacts back there. So what did you two before I landed?" Enji asked.

Shoto blinked, his eyes as focused on his father as he was unmoving.

"Oh!" Fuyumi seemed to brighten up. "Well, me and Shoto went to Tecca Meccanica, and we had a bunch of fun with Shoto's friends!"

"Is that so?" He said, offering a light nod. "If I remember, Parker and Midoriya were there at the Tower. I take it you spent time with them?"

"Yes, as well as Yaoyorozu." Shoto replied, almost unsure on how to respond any further. "And that inventor girl. Hatsume."

"Hatsume?" Enji quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh! She's the crazy pink-haired one from the Sports Festival. You know, the one who made those cool gadgets for Shoto's team during the War, and then had that tech demonstration with Peter Parker afterwards." Fuyumi explained before she giggled. "Had a good laugh with that."

"So you went to that theme park?" Enji mused as he returned to his soba bowl.

"Sorry," Shoto cut in, and Enji looked up. "For not getting in touch with those business contacts." He said, as if he was uncomfortable trying to talk about teenage things. "Lost track of time-"

"It's fine." Enji cut him off, and he felt his son's gaze on him. "The people I know were unharmed during the I-Tower incident. You can always meet them again, just as I will to test the new armor designs." He brought the cold soba to his lips and slurped them all down.

'I am just happy you had a fun distraction.' Was what he wanted to say, but the Flame Hero was left at a loss for words, so he reached to sip some tea once more.

"Well… excusing the tower and, well, being shot at." Fuyumi said, hand to her side. Enji tensed up. Out of the corner of his eye, Shoto was doing and feeling the same. The white-haired woman sat up and smiled. "I had a blast, and so did Shoto."

At least something good came from this...

(X)

"Okay… everything's all clean around here." Yu mused as she finished cleaning the dishes, seeing Peter tidy up the living room as he ran the vacuum across the floor in one final sweep.

"Did you sweep around the kitchen?" The American boy asked.

"Yep." Yu replied as the blonde-haired woman looked up. "Curious as to why your teacher wants to come here…"

"Says he wants to talk." Peter shrugged, looking as confused as her. "I told him this morning that he can come by today, and he said he will. He didn't give much of a reason either."

"Your grades seem to be doing well… what would he want to talk about… I-Island?" Yu mused, slightly worried. Peter looked back and shrugged.

"Maybe. I know All Might came around after the USJ fiasco, so I guess Aizawa-sensei is doing that." He said as he began to clean up the vacuum and put it away. "Hey Karen, put down a roomba on 'things to buy' later on will ya?"

"Of course." Karen spoke over his phone which was on the dining room counter.

"And, you'll have to keep quiet this time." Peter said, finger to his lips. "I can trust Izuku and the others but-"

"You told the others about Karen?" Yu asked, and the brown-haired boy shrugged.

"Terrorist attack."

Yu blinked and nodded. "Fair point I suppose…"

"That and I was the reason for the servers falling under my control." Karen seemed to give out a sigh. "Man, sooooo much more room on those servers on I-Island." Yu looked at Peter with a concerned look.

"I know that look, and no, she's not gonna go Skynet." Peter assured his guardian. "But yeah Karen, let's tread on caution here. We can talk after Aizawa has left."

"Of course. Speaking of whom, he's pulling in now." Karen mused. Peter walked over to his phone as the AI brought up a camera attached to the complex, seeing a car pull over on the curb and who else but Aizawa Shouta coming out, sporting his typical black attire complete with scarf.

"Okay, look alive. I told the apartment manager that he's coming and what floor we're on." Peter went over to the couch as Yu finished loading the dishes and then the soap.

"Done." She said, seeing her living room all clean and put together. The blonde let out a light sigh.

"What?"

"Is it wrong for me to say that this feels a bit… too clean?"

"It's my teacher Yu, and there's nothing wrong with being too clean. Especially with you." Peter said as he got up, going to the cupboard to grab a cup to get some water. He pocketed his phone, Karen taking that as a sign to sit back. He didn't have an earpiece either…

A minute passed, and then they heard three simple knocks as Peter finished his water before he walked to the door and opened it.

"Good morning Sensei." Peter said with a light smile, a far cry from the constant frown and shaggy disposition of his black-haired teacher. "Welcome to, well, our home."

"Morning Parker." Aizawa droned, his head turning to see Yu on the couch. "Mt. Lady."

"Hey Eraserhead." Yu stretched her arms as she walked up to him. "So, Peter told me you needed to talk to me?"

"The both of you. I find it prudent to do that since you are his guardian." Aizawa elaborated as he walked inside.

"Need anything to drink?" Peter offered.

"Water please," Aizawa replied as he took a seat opposite from Yu on a chair, and as Peter filled up the glasses, he knew his place was beside his guardian as he returned with a glass for Yu and his teacher. He then sat down next to Yu before he felt Aizawa's gaze fixed upon him.

"How are you feeling? Recovery Girl's medical report told me you got banged up." Aizawa asked.

"I'm doing fine." Peter rubbed the spot on his arm where he got shot. "She fixed me up good."

"And you Mt. Lady?" Aizawa asked, his eyes on the blond.

"Was worried but… All Might was there. Endeavor too." She explained. "So why are you here? Just for that?"

Aizawa fixed his gaze upon Peter, and he took a deep breath. "So, you say you're fine, yet you were in a terrorist attack and were fired upon by mercenaries shooting to kill?"

"Well, yeah." Peter shrugged. "I mean, I've been through worse and all."

Aizawa looked at him for a moment. "Not many students can say they've seen something worse." He said rather pointedly.

Peter looked to the side. "Well… I mean, there was the U.S.J. That was pretty rough."

Aizawa stared at him. "True, but you weren't thinking about the U.S.J. when you said that, were you Parker?"

Peter almost winced. "I... ahhh... don't know what you mean."

"Hmm." The teacher kept his silence for a moment, observing the boy's reactions as Peter fidgeted and shifted where he sat. "Would you like to try again?" He asked, giving the boy a chance to come clean.

It was Mt. Lady who spoke then, now sounding more than a little cross. "There a question here Eraserhead?"

"It's obvious that Parker's had experience in violent altercations before coming to U.A." He drawled. "I'd like him to come clean about it himself."

Peter looked away but didn't answer, and Aizawa had to suppress the urge to sigh.

"Does 'Titan' ring a bell Parker?"

...

Suddenly, there was… a change in the room as Peter felt his blood run cold. His heart stopped as his eyes slowly began to widen.

"Excuse me, what?" Yu asked. "Titan? What are you talk-Peter…" Her curiosity vanished, instant worry in her voice.

Peter's jaw was clenched, his hands gripping his jeans as he heard the name reverberate in his head.

Titan.

That place… That damn place that he wanted to forget. He had to forget.

His gauntlet around his neck. The fire and fury raining down. The failure of defeat. The numbness from his heels clawing all the way up his body.

Peter looked up at his teacher and his eyes were distant as he remained deathly still. "How?" He asked in English.

Aizawa said nothing, his face neutral… and then Peter saw his expression change. The man's shoulders slumped as he exhaled through his nose.

"How do you know?!" Peter demanded.

Aizawa took a slow deep breath, rubbing at his chin with one hand as he muttered to himself almost too quietly to hear. His eyes moved back and forth across the coffee table.

"Collective delusion or True. Problematic either way." He turned his eyes to Peter, "I was an investigator before I was a teacher, Parker. How I know is simple. I did leg work."

"You were investigating him?! Your own student?!" Yu hissed before she stood, hands slamming down into the table. "What bug crawled up your ass!? The fuck Eraser?!"

"Random student with a powerful quirk, arrives at U.A. out of nowhere with bleeding-edge support gear, highly experienced utilizing his quirk in combat and no sightings in America or Japan before quite literally crashing into you?" The man shrugged, unperturbed by the heat in her glare, not even flinching. "Yes. I did."

Peter stared at him, the gears in his head turning. "Fukuda… He-"

"Didn't say a word actually." Aizawa shrugged "Getting information, which I'm still not wholly sold on by the way, was quite the runaround."

Peter's brain kept on turning, thinking, "That old guy?"

Aizawa nodded. "I worked with him a lot when I was your age."

"So…" Peter stayed still, a pit of ice settling in his stomach as he sat there, hands clenched on his jeans. This… this was a worst-case scenario back home. Thankfully, Aunt May took it well and supported him but… Aizawa was no Aunt May, and what he found…

"What are you going to do now?" Peter asked, looking up, his eyes hard.

Aizawa stared back.

A long moment of tense silence passed before Aizawa sighed, "Stick to the ceiling for a moment Parker."

Peter blinked, caught off guard by the sudden, strange request. "Why?"

"Humor me."

Not understanding but not really willing to drag out a session of twenty questions, he stood from his seat and with a single upwards leap, he was up and on the ceiling.

When he looked down, it was to the sight of Aizawa's eyes glowing red and his hair hovering eerily about his head.

And Peter suddenly understood; the man was corroborating his 'quirk' as much as he could anyway.

After a moment, the man shut off his quirk and sighed, looking decidedly irritated.

"Is there a point to this?" Yu hissed, still glaring crossly at the man.

The experiment seemingly being 'over', Peter allowed himself to drop from the ceiling, landing on his feet beside the chair.

"I came here to confirm my suspicions from my investigation. And adjust things going forward if necessary."

"And is it?" Peter asked, feeling a pit opening in his stomach.

Aizawa's fingers laced together in front of his mouth. "In a way. But likely not the way you're thinking." He took a breath. "If you're crazy, you're dangerous. If what you're saying is true then things will need to be adjusted. There are a few that quirks mine can't deactivate outright. Nezu for example is immune. Your quirk might fall under the select few that are immune but it would be an exceedingly high coincidence given it's physical nature."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Is that like a really complicated way of saying 'you believe me'?"

"It's a way of saying that you're still enjoying the benefit of the doubt. And that I'm inclined... to not disbelieve you." He sighed. "Given the parameters of your quirk's clear higher combat applications and your... experience with high stress and dangerous situations, there are a few things I'm going to demand of you."

"Like what?" Yu piped up, if her eyes were capable of shooting lasers she'd be burning a hole quite literally through Eraserhead's skull.

"Firstly, I'd like to conduct a physical with you. Get a proper grip of what your quirk can actually do. No holding back this time. There are other things, but for now that is the most pressing."

Peter nodded quietly. "When?"

"Tomorrow if you're available. Early."

"I-"

"And if he says no?" Yu interrupted, looking for all the world like she was ready to leap across this table and attack the man if he so much as gave her even the vaguest notion of an excuse.

"That would be ill-advised."

"That's not an answer, ass." She hissed.

Now, Aizawa met her gaze head on, just as defiant as she was angry. "I have nineteen other students besides Parker, Mt. Lady." He said simply. "What he can and can't do, how well he's coping with the stress both real and perceived, and a myriad of other factors all have to come into my decision-making. You need to worry about him; I need to worry about all of them, including Parker."

Peter winced and he moved to almost physically grab hold of Yu as she lurched forward. "Peter isn't dangerous!" She snarled.

"Not the point." He sighed, gripping the bridge of his nose, as if trying to educate a toddler. "Let's paint you a picture. Let's say Parker finds himself in another dangerous situation, something he seems fond of seeking out-" Peter winced, memories of Mirko flashing before his mind's eye. "-a bad blow to the head and he goes down, needs medical attention, his muscles are tightening, he's seizing or he's incoherent, doesn't realize where he is or what he's doing. If I don't know that my quirk can't deactivate his I might approach, or be comfortable enough to let someone else approach and Peter's super strength is still active and he winds up hurting someone. You did go to a Hero school, you know the damage an unchecked or unaccounted Strength quirk can do to a first responder unit." His gaze sharpened.

Yu bit back a curse, clearly unhappy at conceding a point.

"You can question my methods all you like, but don't question my motives." He drawled. "I need to know everything about my individual students to make informed decisions and yes, help them." He turned back to Peter. "Now, your physical. Tomorrow, early."

Peter slowly, quietly, nodded. "I'm free in the morning..." He paused, then cleared his throat "Will you tell anyone?" Peter asked, feeling Yu's hand clasp into his own. "About… this conversation."

Aizawa stood up from his chair.

"What's there to tell?" He asked. "You're an American Transfer student from far far away." He shrugged.

Peter felt a small, sad excuse of a smirk twitch at his lips "Promise?" He asked, and Aizawa looked taken aback, blinking for a moment before he saw the pleading look in Peter's eyes.

"I promise. Mt. Lady, a moment?"

She did not look pleased... then again, maybe she was. If he couldn't hold her back, she could definitely get her hands on the shaggy-haired teacher if he pushed any more of her buttons. He felt Yu release his hand and stand up before he saw the two adults wordlessly go to the front door of the apartment.

With the click of a door, he just closed his eyes and did his best to breathe, to remove the tightness in his throat.

(X)

"I am this close to pulling Peter from U.A. because of this fucking stunt." Yu growled as they walked away from the door, walking to the elevator. Aizawa didn't so much as flinch.

"You'd only be hurting your ward and separating him from his friends by doing so." Aizawa replied.

"Then why go through all of that bullshit just to tell Peter 'hey come to school, drop down and give me twenty'?"

Aizawa turned. "Corroboration." He said. "And assessment. I wasn't lying when I said that delusion or reality, either way would be Problematic. If it's true and at the absolute least Parker believes it to be true, coupled with the events he's gone through within his time in U.A. despite what you may think he might need more help than he's letting on."

Yu eyed him before Aizawa continued. "I've read Recovery Girl's medical records on him…. The constant insomnia from before the U.S.J… the fact that he's been here for a year plus and the fact that he hasn't gotten anything close to treatment regarding what happened to him on Titan. This can point to larger problems brewing under the proverbial hood." He said. "He needs monitoring. Unhealthy coping mechanisms are common, or, conversely, so is repression. Again, either way is problematic."

"Then why not tell him in person?"

"You tell a person they need a shrink, see how they react; a typical response is dismissive or defensive. Neither one helps." He turned, looking straight at her. "It's time to do more than pay lip service and get mad at assholes like me on convenient occasions. Step up. You're his guardian. So start acting like it."

Yu grit her teeth. "Oh don't you fucking dar-"

"I'll dare." He responded, looking past her and towards the still-closed apartment. "At the absolute least, he thinks he died. That's the best case scenario, and you thought it can all be brushed under the rug? That it can be ignored?" He shook his head. "You've been letting him sit on a landmine, and that is on you." He said with a little bit of heat at the end.

Yu winced, feeling that withering glare of his.

He sighed, his hand reaching into his pocket.

He pulled something out, handing it to Yu.

It was a business card, but rather unprofessional. It featured a name, an address, and phone number. All hand-written too.

"Who is this?"

He turned around. "When you convince him, call her and set up a meeting."

"A psychiatrist?" She asked as Aizawa walked forward and pressed the button on the elevator. He was silent for a bit before looking back.

"Yeah."

"But…" Yu paused, biting her lip as Aizawa put a hand on the door. "I mean…" She winced, trying to process it all. "I don't think there's any qualified shrink who can just speak and poof, Peter is healed."

"You're right. But, getting to talk about his issue… That's his starting line."

(x)

"And that should cover your curriculum for your senior year Ms Shield. If you have any questions, UA Principal Nedzu should be able to help." Principal Ed Thomas spoke from the other end of the video call. It was in the afternoon for her in Japan, and she couldn't tell what time of day it was for the Principal of I-Academy, but either way, Melissa was glad that he made time for her.

"Thank you Mr. Thomas." Melissa nodded lightly. "This is a big help…"

"Not a problem, we understand your… current situation. We're wishing you all the best."

The video call came to a close, and Melissa looked over at the unique syllabus made just for her for her remaining year.

She would take any remaining General Education courses online, and her main course, being in Robotics, Engineering, and Support Sciences, could be done at U.A., as she needed a lab and workshop in order to make her creations as per the assignments and to show for class credit. She sat back and took a note of the surroundings of her new home for the year.

She had a nice wide room, the most luxurious bed and a window panning out to the nice and peaceful suburb of Musutafu Ward. Uncle Might no longer had Might Tower, due to his injury. He'd managed to get a nice cozy home where he could blend in and have a quiet life whenever he was in his… other form. The backyard had plenty of trees and fences for privacy.

Stowing away the syllabus, she connected her phone to her computer and holo projector, tapping on buttons to bring up the screen she had in mind. There were honestly still mountains of different things that she needed to get to. The amount of computers that would have to be installed in Uncle Might's apartment if she wanted to come close to even the tenth of the progress she normally got on the island would cause a commotion in and of itself.

Not that he would mind, he'd probably move heaven and earth to make sure that it all worked out for her, though that was hardly fair. Moving on from that particular headache, the news on the entire debacle was still playing on her feed. Despite the statement that she wouldn't be taking any questions, some people still wanted to get through.

Hopefully, getting into her studies would give her more than enough reason to stay away from that particular discussion.

She shook her head and shifted her focus onto other matters.

Right now, there was a little something that needed a little bit of attention, at least, until Uncle Might was free for the day.

Izuku was the next carrier for One for All, and he would one day face the very enemy that even Uncle Might couldn't kill. All for One.

She remembered how he fought at I-Tower, utilizing quick parkour movements with quick strikes and kicks, and when he needed to pack a wallop, he would use his adopted quirk at one hundred percent in his fingers. But they would break very easily…

Something to help, while also counting towards one of her Inventor's course assignments in creating a new item.

"What can cover for him…" And taking a sticky note from a nearby plain wall, she began to write down whatever that came to mind that could fit into a micromachine gauntlet. From there, it would be a process of elimination.

(x)

Pony Tsunotori was not an early riser.

It was the American girl in her.

No one should ever have to wake up earlier than eight AM.

But, even though she wasn't someone to wake up at the crack of dawn for training like Kendo-chan, she did try to make up for it by always training consistently.

Six days a week, every week without fail. Even if it was just an hour run she'd try to do something.

So it wasn't much of a surprise to find her entering UA one early saturday morning, gym bag in hand, and an iced coffee in another.

She smiled at Mr. Kobayakawa the portly janitor, said hello to the short Miss Dojima from economics and a few other acquaintances before slowly negotiating her way past the groups and everyone else to finally begin her mid-morning routine.

Most of the time, the Gym was empty since Japanese schools still had saturday classes for most and the Hero course students who were given the weekends off occasionally for rest and recovery did not typically come to the gym to disobey the order of "rest and recovery".

At most she would just see a few stray second or third year students here and there, occasionally Kendo when she wanted a change of pace from her Dad's dojo or Tetsutetsu though he really didn't enjoy mornings. Sometimes she could find some of the others from Class 1-A too. She waved, they waved, everyone said hello, but she didn't really know them and she got the feeling they were a little intimidated or shy to speak to an American, unsure if she even knew the language so they rarely spoke.

That was normal.

Normalcy though, was about to take something of a hit today.

When she walked into the Gym, the first thing she noticed was the bag.

It was on the floor.

A hundred pounds of canvas was just splattered there, it's sandy guts spilled all over the padded floors.

She blinked, big blue eyes staring in bewildered curiosity at the thing before she turned and looked for whomever had both broken the bag and left it all over the floor.

Oh... well that explained it.

"You gonna clean this up or what?" She asked.

The one other person in the room opened his eyes, bringing his head up from where it had been hanging as he leaned forward where he was sitting at the bench, red eyes glaring at her as he breathed heavily.

The bag's demise must've been recent. He was drenched in sweat and his breathing sounded ragged. She hadn't heard a similar sound since the both of them had nearly killed themselves rescuing people from that burning building during their internships.

"The fuck're you doin' here?" He growled, eyes turning back to the floor, seemingly too tired to keep his head up.

"It's the U.A. gym." She contested. "Last I checked your name wasn't on the door."

There was a pop, like a firecracker going off which brought her eyes to his hands.

His very bandaged, bloody hands.

Her eyes widened a bit as she looked at the knuckles more closely, particularly the reddish-brown stains on the bandages before turning her eyes to the bag again. She found that it wasn't the creases and shadows playing tricks on her eyes, but rather that yes, it actually was a very dark splotch of what could only be blood staining the bag's midriff.

She held her silence for a moment, her eyes turning to Bakugo again.

Taking a closer look now...

He looked like hell.

Not just the bloodied knuckles, those were obvious. His face looked haggard, his skin slightly paler, dark circles beginning to form under his eyes.

He brought a hand up, one shaking limb running fingers through his hair as he wiped away the sweat.

"Unless you want something, fuck off and get to your own goddamn training."

His tone was still abrasive, still bellicose and angry as it always was. And just as irritating as she remembered.

Even so, she felt compelled to ask "You ok?"

"Piss off."

She rolled her eyes hard enough to feel a strain at her eyelids as her own anger spiked.

'Yup. Still an asshole,' She mentally confirmed.

That's fine, she could be a bitch too.

"Yeah I'll get right on that, after you go get a new bag and hook it up. Was gonna go a few rounds myself. Get these legs in kickin' shape."

He snarled, teeth bared as he brought his eyes back to her smug ones.

"Get your own fucking bag."

"You break it, you get the replacement. Those are the Gym rules last I checked." She pointed to the very convenient "Notice Board" by the door. "Or if you like I can go to your homeroom teacher to complain about you being a dick. It's still early, so I'll probably still manage to snag a spot in the low hundreds of complainers. I'm sure he'll be happy to come down here early in the mornin' and take a look at you and how you're doin this early in the morning."

He glowered, baring his teeth like a coyote and Pony was pretty sure that if his whole body wasn't using every last scrap of strength it had left to even hold itself upright in its sitting position, he may have just taken a swing at her.

She was confident enough in his inability to even move properly right now that she had the audacity of getting within arm's reach and crouching down til they were at eye-level, big blue meeting narrowed red.

"So how bout we try this again." She hedged with a smile, a nice wide and cute one. "I'm gonna amend my question on 'Are you ok' because the answer even without you bleeding all over the school's nice clean floors is probably no given the bag of therapists you couldn't pay enough to handle you and your not-so-super-special-problems-" She earned another hateful growl with that snark. "So I'll ask instead- 'Why'd you wake up this morning and decide that you just had to wail on school property til your arms fell off and your legs stopped holding you up?'"

"I'm fine." He hissed.

"Alright tough guy;" She smirked, arms crossed. "Stand up and prove it cowboy." She finished in English.

The challenge fell like a hammer blow, and Bakugo understood immediately.

She nodded to herself. "Stand up, and I'll go kindly fuck off to the other end of the gym and I'll leave you here to brood in peace. Won't see me for the rest of the day, swear on my mother."

She was pretty sure that his teeth were grinding so hard one of them was about to chip.

Then he shoved himself to his feet.

It wasn't a slow thing, he exploded up, standing ramrod straight.

He looked like he might hold it for a second.

Then he wobbled, and fell back down to the bench with a solid clang of his ass meeting the aluminum seat.

She didn't try very hard to keep the smug look off her face.

It died rather quickly though when she looked at him again.

She was used to Bakugo looking angry, annoyed, irritated, even 'determined'.

She was less used to him looking miserable.

Reminded her of back at Gang Orca's. 'Cept the fire was there but… something was off.

Like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over the constant raging fire in his chest, she saw him... almost sag, his shoulders slumping the ever present snarl of his lips becoming a more subdued sombre frown, even the ruby-red eyes becoming dull and empty.

He looked straight at her when he spoke.

"Hey…"

"Hnn?" Pony tilted her head.

"You ever fuck up something Hafu?" He muttered, almost whispered. "And not in a small, fixable way?"

She let the Hafu comment slide, mulling over his words. "Don't think so..." She said slowly. "I think most mistakes can be fixed. Well, outside of murder, but that goes without sayin'..."

His eyes closed, head once more falling forward.

"Just... leave me alone."

He didn't say please, but he didn't have to. She could practically feel the word in the air.

"I need... to think."

A part of her, a big one, wanted to press a bit more, try a bit more.

The rest of her recognized when there was a line, spoken or unspoken.

She pulled back, standing up to her full height.

She watched him for a moment longer, hoping, in spite of the usual annoyance she had whenever he opened his mouth... that he would find whatever answers he was looking for.

Offering a bow, she conceded to the demand and retreated quietly, moving to conduct her own training at the other side of the gym.

By the time she returned an hour later, Bakugo was gone, the bag replaced, but the bloodstains remained.

(x)

Shouta watched from the sidelines the same way that he did with every quirk test that he'd ever had to examine in his time in UA. Normally, a second one was never required. Students, at their core, were teenagers. Most of them were at the age where they wanted to show off, to stand out among their peers and make something of themselves, especially in something as competitive as the hero business.

But for every rule, there were exceptions.

He watched Peter finish the last of his tests, sweating up a storm, a sure sign of him at least trying halfway decently at the tests before him. A quick click of his phone showed him the results of the current throw.

It matched the rest of the results, held on the same training field.

As expected, blowing his initial tests out of the water. Just like every other test he'd taken today. And blasting through the weight room far above any in this school's strength class. Save for maybe Midoriya when he was going to bust a finger.

"Anything else sensei?" Parker asked, rolling his shoulder to prevent a cramp.

"Just one more test that I need to check."

"What's-" he stopped, ducking on instinct, forcing the rubber pellet to pass harmlessly over his head and hitting Shouta in the chest. The cushioned piece fell to the ground, barely making a tap and letting Shouta write down another piece of data on his clipboard.

"Double-checking your reactions," Shouta said, picking up the piece and squeezing it to show the amount of give it had, "Specially made from the support lab, we use them to mimic live-fire situations for those without durability quirks. Even point blank, you would feel more from a friend flicking you than getting hit by these."

Omni-directional, automatic. Precognition more advanced than anticipated.

"Could've warned me," Parker grumbled.

"Defeats the purpose of a test. A sniper doesn't exactly broadcast their position," Shouta deadpanned. "Do they?"

"Snipe did," Parker rebuked.

"Snipe can make his bullets hit whatever he wants," Shouta said, turning back to his board, "Any that had a chance at hitting you weren't going to cause damage. Not to mention he's a teacher, not a trained assassin."

Parker blinked twice.

"Is it bad that every day I find out this school is a lot more intense that I thought before?"

"You get used to it."

Another blink.

"Did you… did you just make a joke?"

Now, it was Shouta's turn to blink. He suppressed a grumble, a memory of green hair, good laughter and a beaming grin coming to his mind's eye as he scratched his head.

"No, just stating facts."

"It sounds like a joke."

"Good day Parker," Shouta grumbled, turning back to his notes.

The American shrugged, "Alright ummm... see you later Sensei!" he waved. The black-haired man kept on walking, and gave a lazy wave of his own hand in response.

(X)

"Want me to hack his email?"

"Karen, we discussed this." Peter said as he finished putting on his earpiece, getting changed in the empty locker room. He had finished his shower, and was packing his dirty UA gym uniform in his backpack. "You're not going after Aizawa."

"He did commit a breach of privacy that no teacher should do to their students, at least from what I can remember of the various laws in our old world."

"Yeah, well this is a new one and..." Peter shrugged, stuffing his pants in his backpack and zipping up. "We just gotta deal with it. Like always..."

"Yo! Parker!" A voice made him pause, and Peter's thoughts were pushed aside as he turned. Out here in the humid July afternoon, was none other than Aoyama Yuga and Kaminari Denki! Peter smiled.

"Heya Kaminari, Aoyama!" Peter walked up to them, seeing that the two were in normal attire of sorts. "What are you guys doing here over the summer?"

"Taking Aizawa-sensei's supplementary lessons." Kaminari said, hands behind his head. "He gave us an offer the day after the Final Exams that he could offer hands-on tutelage in the form of daily one hour lessons between now and the Summer Camp."

"Oui," Aoyama agreed. "It was that, or take ze lessons during ze camp itself! And if my shining twinkling must become more luminous, I cannot be juggling too much at once, non?"

"Yeah," Kaminari shrugged. "Killed any sweet vacation plans, but at least we're doing some neat stuff with Aizawa-sensei though." The blonde seemed to beam.

Peter let out a chuckle. "I'm glad for you two."

"So what are you doing here Parker?" Aoyama inquired. "Last I checked, one like you hardly needs supplemental training, yes?"

"Oh, just um, here for a little workout is all." Peter rolled his arm about. "Got banged up at I-Island, gotta make sure I'm in top shape ya know?"

"Ya I heard about that. You were involved?" Kaminari asked, concern evident in his voice. "Man, must have been scary dealing with villains like those! You doin' okay?"

"I got out of it fine, so no worries dude." Peter shrugged. "I hope you two improve during your lessons."

"It's probably gonna be more lecture stuff for an hour, like on some villain psychology and what not. Aaaand he's teaching me how to bargain better too, heh." Kaminari let out a sigh after his little wry chuckle, "I mean, Aizawa can be a bit of a hardass, but man… he knows his stuff, and he's a helluva teacher."

"We are in agreement. Now let's go! Aizawa-sensei will not be happy with us if we are tardy non?" Aoyama said before bowing lightly to Peter. "Take care, Deputy Representative."

"Yeah, see ya 'round!" Kaminari patted Peter on the shoulder as Peter saw them walk off.

"Peter, a text." Karen spoke in his ear as he went to his phone.

'Hey Peter, I was wondering if you wanted to talk today. Finish what we started on the plane.' It was from Momo.

"Whelp, time to introduce ya to her." Peter murmured as he got to texting.

'Yeah. Wanna meet for coffee? There's a Starbucks close to UA. Went over there for a workout. Sound good?' The response was immediate.

'I'll see you there! '

"At least that should brighten your day." Karen said as Peter pocketed his phone and began to walk out into UA's front courtyard, taking in the sunshine as the cloud cover came in at the right moment.

"I imagine you talking to others about yourself on your own terms is more preferable."

"This was bound to happen anyway." Peter shrugged. "Plus, I trust her like I do with Izuku and Shoto."

"Trust them enough to tell everything?" Karen asked, and Peter paused, taking a sigh as he looked down the hill, seeing downtown and making his way there, if his sense of direction was up to date.

"Let's… worry about that bridge when we cross it."

"Fair enough." Peter noticed some passerby staring at him, along with waves and cameras pointed his way. Still the iconic Sports Festival First Year Champion and all… He rubbed the back of his head, blushing lightly as he finally made his way to the Starbucks. He got inside, ordered a chocolate chip cookie and sat outside under a table and umbrella, setting his backpack on another chair to save a spot. And so he began to wait, checking through his phone as his mind wandered.

And he could remember the words.

"If you're crazy, you're dangerous. If what you're saying is true then things will need to be adjusted."

"Because somewhere deep inside you stopped giving a shit if you actually do die, and if it doesn't matter to you, it shouldn't matter to anyone else, right?"

"I wanted you to be better…"

Peter clenched his jaw, setting his phone down and running a hand down his face.

"Peter-san?" Said a voice, and breaking through his wandering thoughts, he perked up as he sat forward. True enough, standing there was Yaoyorozu Momo, dressed in a casual violet blouse, blue jeans and carrying what was maybe the most expensive purse he'd ever seen. The black-haired girl tilted her head to the side. "Hello there…"

Peter smiled, removing his backpack from the chair. "How's it going Momo-san?"

"Day's going fine. Did some training this morning," Momo shrugged, taking her seat.

"Would you like any coffee at all? I can get in line for you if you like." Momo shook her head.

"I'm quite alright, I don't enjoy coffee myself."

"Haha, same here actually! Fun fact… you know spiders can get drunk if they take in caffeine?"

"Hmm. I never knew that…" Momo asked, before her eyes widened. "Did you… experience this firsthand then?"

"Heh, yep." Peter shrugged sheepishly. "Made a whole mess in my room. Took the whole day to get my webbing cleaned up." He saw Momo still looking a little pensive.

The two fell into silence for a moment, and Peter got the impression that the girl was curious, but perhaps a little too polite to just flat out ask again. So he decided to just go for it.

"So, remember back on the plane? How I said Karen was and kinda wasn't my guidance counselor?" He said, and Momo nodded. He reached into his backpack, pulling out one of his spare earpieces. "Here, how about you meet her yourself?"

The black-haired beauty blinked and took the earpiece before she placed it in her ear, looking confused.

"Hello there Yaoyorozu-san." The AI spoke in clear Japanese. "My name is Karen, and I am Peter's guidance counselor."

"Okay." Momo seemed to take it in stride. "Nice to meet you, Karen-san."

"And I am also his personal assistant, and I'm also the one who texted you that night. When Peter's phone was in All Might's hands."

"Karen was a gift given to me by my hero," Peter said. "And she is my friend. I wanted you to meet her."

Momo's eyes blinked. "Given to you?"

"Oh, and I am an Artificial Intelligence." Karen clarified and Peter saw Momo's eyes widen almost to a comical degree. "Fear me." She added with a rueful chuckle.

Momo seemed to think for a moment before she looked to Peter. "Peter-san... you really don't have to come up with... some story."

"Take a look at your phone dear." Karen chimed into their ears.

Momo raised an eyebrow before fishing her phone out of her purse.

Activating the screen, her eyes widened again as the screen flickered between streams of data and applications.

"W-What are you doing?" She asked.

"Perusing over your personal files on this phone, historical app usage, backtracking personal markers; Here ya go."

Momo's screen flickered again.

"If I'm not mistaken, and I'm not, these would be your personal passwords for your U.A. account, your numerical password for your phone, the number and numerical password for your checking account and your personal emails."

"Karen." Peter squawked in protest.

"It is the fastest way to prove the "AI-thing" Peter."

"Overkill is a word you know!" He shot back, looking nervously at Momo. Thankfully they were outside and the hustle and bustle of the crowd and city going on around them.

Momo took a slow, deep breath, staring at her phone display with a wide-eyed sort of dismay/disbelief before her eyes moved to Peter then back to her phone before slowly shutting it off.

Peter hoped she didn't start screaming or something.

She seemed to gather her composure and took a deep breath before she placed the phone back in her purse. "I assume she's... otherwise friendly?"

"I come fully upgraded with baking recipes." The AI chimed in. "Friendly people always bake."

Peter ran a hand down his face.

"Okay… So you have an Artificial Intelligence. This is… not what I was expecting." She whispered quietly.

"So yeah. Wanted to, ya know, clear the air on that. She's been someone important to me."

"I hope my being here helps answer any questions for you. And if you have any questions as well, don't be afraid to ask." Karen responded, and Momo looked back to Peter.

"So…am I the only one who knows?"

"Midoriya and Todoroki know." Peter nodded. "As does Todoroki's sister and Hatsume… Oh, and Melissa Shield too, they all kinda found out during I-Island. Karen needed to hack their servers to get control back from the mercs."

She nodded. "I see."

"So… can you keep this on the down-low?" He whispered back. They'd been whispering a lot today… "you know, super AI from America and all…"

Momo nodded. "Of course. Though, I have to wonder who created it and why he would keep it a secret. She can emulate emotions at the very least or give a decent enough simulacrum. This kind of technology it's... ludicrously advanced from my amateur understanding of such things. Even when compared to the AI in the robots in U.A.! I don't know of anyone who could make it, let alone simply make one so easily as to give it away."

She seemed to be thinking aloud, at this point she wasn't looking at him which Peter was thankful for because he failed to fully hide his cringe.

That was a little too close to the truth.

"So… yeah, that's Karen." Peter shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

She seemed to pull herself away from her musings, for now at least. "Yes." She nodded. "Well I'm... err... pleased to meet you."

The two sat in silence for a moment.

Then Momo leaned forward, her hands cupping her face. "I have so very many more questions now."

Peter tried to offer a smile. "Well... let's ask 'em over some food." He suggested while standing. "There's a pizza place down the road. My treat huh?"

The girl nodded clearly, still mulling her own thoughts in her head.

Karen chimed in. "If you both take the extra time to walk two extra blocks another Pizza place is 6.7% better by metric of user reviews and inspection of their ingredient purchase receipts."

(x)

It was a simple set of things to do, carrying a few things to a normal house while doing his best not to let anything drop. An easy thing to do, even without One for All, though, it still made him nervous.

"Be really careful with that," Melissa said, "The processors are very delicate."

"I-I'm doing my best," Izuku said, trying to gently force his way through the open doors.

A second set of hands managed to take a good chunk of the weight from him.

"Just through here," All Might called from behind the box.

Izuku nodded, but the blonde hero could hardly see him. So Izuku just did what he could, and managed to get into the house.

A decent chunk of the space was filled with moving boxes. Everything from clothes, to computer parts, it was all here.

Or at least, he hoped it was the last of it.

"Anything else?" Izuku asked, and part of him prayed.

"No, that should be perfect," Melissa said, "Thanks Izuku."

"Happy to help."

"Please take a glass of water," All Might interrupted, going straight to the fridge while Melissa beamed slightly, "Least I can do after calling you over."

"Wasn't doing too much," Izuku said, "I've mostly just been training and studying."

"And that isn't going to stop for a while," All Might said, bringing over three different drinks.

He handed one to both of the children there and tried to throw on a happy-go-lucky smile.

"Cheers to the summer, what we can finally have of it. And maybe we can be… normal?" the blonde man offered.

Izuku shared a look with Melissa that made the Number One Hero's shoulders slump.

"Not your best speech, Uncle Might," Melissa said.

"Everyone's a critic," the blonde man fake-grumbled, taking a long swig of his drink. Izuku and Melissa looked back at each other and shared a little laugh.

(x)

If she were being perfectly honest with herself, Ochako wasn't sure if her visit was warranted.

After all... Hatsume Mei was a bouncing ball of manic energy that most people, herself included, could seemingly only handle in small doses; if she had to name the girl's friends the list would be very short, starting and ending with Peter Parker.

But she had heard about what happened on I-Island and the thought of no one even asking if you were ok after that kinda thing was... honestly too sad to think about.

Hell, she was likely one of the few who knew Mei was going to I-Island in the first place since she'd caught the girl with a request just before she and Peter-san had left.

So, being who she was, she decided to do something about it. Strapping on her non-lazy boots that morning she peeled herself out of bed and out of the house, making her way down to UA, only realizing as she made her way through the halls that she hadn't actually called to confirm Mei was at the UA workshop today.

After all... Hatsume was there most days; practically lived in the place but the whole reason she was here in the first place was to check on the girl. I-Island might be enough reason for Hatsume to take a few days off to rest and recover.

Oh well. She was here already, so might as well check and make sure.

When she made it to the workshop doors they were sealed, but she did see that the lights were on.

Knowing enough about the workshop to know the lights shut off automatically when there was no movement inside after a few minutes she knocked gently. "Hello?"

When she didn't get an answer, part of her contemplated turning and walking away.

The other part of her slowly pried open the door.

"Hello?" She called again.

Peeking into the workshop, the round-faced girl looked through the cavalcade of mess and loose tools.

She almost didn't see her at all.

She'd never seen Hatsume look so still...

Hatsume was sitting on the floor, her knees brought up so high that her forehead could rest on them, arms wrapped around her legs. Ochako's heart lurched and hoped the girl was only sleeping in here like she usually did.

Somehow she doubted it.

She moved forward, hesitating as she reached out. "Hatsume? Are you ok?"

Her voice finally seemed to pierce the fugue around the girl and she lifted her head. Ochako could see the redness in her eyes as Hatsume stared up at her, blinking rapidly. "Oh... right. I promised to make you your item."

Like the girl was in a daze, Ochako saw her uncoil herself, robotically climbing to her feet and just as mechanically stumble towards her workbench.

"Hey..." She called. "D-don't worry about the item. Are you ok?"

Hatsume shook her head, and when her hands grabbed at her tools they did so with more force than necessary, metal clanging against metal as Mei spoke. "No... You're heroes... and Heroes need support items. That's how we can help! Right? That's the way we can help when you're out there getting shot."

Her hands moved amongst the wiring, nuts and bolts, Mei putting them together like she was arranging pieces of a puzzle but Ochako could see the girl wasn't even looking at her work, wasn't even talking directly at her.

Not until she looked at her fellow student.

Hatsume brought her target-like eyes up, staring at the gravity quirk user, almost pleading for an answer as she sniffled, the tears glimmering at the back of her eyes but still not falling.

"I'm supposed to be good at that right!?" She yelled. "I make the items so your jobs are less dangerous! So you guys don't get h-hurt right!?"

Her fingers gripped the edge of the workbench now, clenching so hard that they were almost white-knuckled. Ochako stepped forward as Hatsume's face crumpled, her eyes shutting tight as she seemingly tried to will herself back into some semblance of calm.

Ochako stepped around the workbench and gently pulled Mei's wrists away from their hard grip.

The next thing she knew Hatsume was clutching at her, squeezing her tight enough for it to be painful, but she didn't dare complain, or do anything other than hug the pink-haired girl back as she cried, sobbing loudly into Ochako's shoulder.

"He was hurt...T-There was so much blood! I couldn't do anything!" She cried.

Ochako began to cry with her, whispering reassurances and rubbing circles on her back. She was scared to see the normally cheerful Hatsume like this... but grateful she'd mustered up the motivation to come by and check on her.

(X)

Three weeks later…

It went without saying, but this was probably the only time that Izuku found himself rather glad to be attending a school event while summer break was supposed to be happening.

UA had given them chance after chance to prove themselves, and now they were going to a Hero-sponsored camp? How good could you get? Though, it was dampened by the fact that All Might wouldn't be able to join them.

Too much to do with Melissa, and the growing situation with the League of Villains after the I-Island attack.

"Anyone else wondering why we're taking a bus?" Peter asked.

Izuku shrugged as the two of them dragged their backpacks towards the designated area.

"It's just a vehicle to take us somewhere," Yaoyorozu pointed out, "It's hardly a strange thing."

"But the school has giant robots," Peter pointed out.

"And?" the class representative asked.

Peter sighed as Kirishima patted him on the back.

"No worries Ace, I wanted to drive a giant robot too!"

He looked at everyone, but Izuku could only give out a little chuckle. He saw a collection of students approach as well. It was Class 1-B!

"Oh! What's this?!~" Oiled a voice loudly. Izuku blinked, and there leading the pack was a blond-haired boy with blue eyes. It was Class 1B's resident gasbag, Monoma Neito. "I heard some of you failed in your finals? Does that mean you lot have to take extra less-"

"Yeah we did." Kaminari raised a hand, Aoyama by his side as he cut off Monoma. Yeah, that was his name. "And we already got them done. So we get to take the camp with the rest of our class." He winked, giving the half-French boy a high five, to which he obliged, sparkling and as they connected, the two beaming.

Monoma gawked, freezing on the spot while blinking. "I… Uh. Oh. Well… t-too bad for you! Guess you kissed your summer vacation good-"

BONK

Izuku winced as Monoma went out like a light, the red-haired Kendo behind him with her hand raised as she propped up the blond-haired boy. She waved back in apology, and Peter noticed Pony off to the side. She gave a little wave, and he returned it in kind.

"Alright everyone!" Iida Tenya yelled out. "Let's get going on the buses!" He said with his arms moving about.

Before long, all of the students got onto the buses with Aizawa-sensei boarding last. Class 1-A had their own bus. Vlad King had Class 1-B, and off they went, leaving the Tokyo area. Peter took his seat beside Izuku. Across from him sat Todoroki and Yaoyorozu.

"So… what do you think the summer camp will have?" asked Izuku as he looked back to Peter. "And how was your three weeks? Do anything?"

"Well, in order…" Peter mused, hands behind his head. He then perked up, noticing Yaoyorozu across the aisle with Todoroki as the bus was soon aloud with the chatter of their peers. He leaned in while cupping his hand. Izuku blinked and followed suit. "Showed Karen to Yaoyorozu, so she knows now." Izuku blinked, getting his phone out and sending a text to Yaoyorozu.

'Do you know about Peter's friend? Karen-san?' Send. Momo looked into her bag, hearing a ping as she reached down to pull it out, Todoroki looking back as she looked at her phone, then back at the duo. She nodded and texted back.

'I do yes.'

To Izuku's surprise, the text between him and Yaoyorozu changed into a three-person group text.

'Oh, and good morning kids. Hope you have fun at your summer camp as well.' Izuku's eyes widened as Yaoyorozu blinked at Karen's text.

"Hey, stop spooking them." Peter murmured, talking into his earpiece.

"It's fine." Yaoyorozu shrugged. "I got used to it personally…" She went back to her phone. Soon the group expanded, as Izuku noticed Peter's contact being added, as well as Todoroki's.

'Plus this bus ride seems to be deafening us. Everyone seems so excited for the camp.' Yaoyorozu typed. Todoroki perked up, reaching into his phone and looking it over.

'Oh, guess I'm in this aren't I?' Todoroki sent.

'Hello there too Todoroki-san.' Karen.

'Hello.'

'So yeah, this camp seems to be of Aizawa's making. 100 bucks says it's gonna be hell.' Peter typed in.

'A fair bet.' Yaoyorozu replied.

"I can believe it." Izuku murmured as he typed it in too.

'Wonder how long the ride is going to be?' Peter asked.

'Let me look. Bus' GPS has you going to the Nagano Prefecture, about an hour away. Plenty of national parks for camps to be set at… along with over a dozen hero agencies.' Karen said, and in their text window, a map of the Nagano Prefecture, with it being a… hyperlink? Izuku tapped on it and perked up. 'As for Hero Agencies, I cannot specify which.'

"Nagano huh? If I remember right… that prefecture has the Woodknights Agency, Freebird's Agency, the Wild Wild Pussycats…" Izuku murmured under his breath.

'How come you cannot say which ones? It can be an edge for us.' Todoroki sent.

'Academic Safeguard. This is a school activity. All I did was tell you where you're going.' Karen replied.

'Fair.'

(X)

"We're in Nagano, but quite a ways away from the nearest Hero Agency. Curious." Karen spoke in Peter's ear as Aizawa told everyone to get out. Murmurs of confusion broke out as Aizawa walked on ahead. There was a simple car close by!

"There's a reason why we stopped." Aizawa spoke out.

"Hey, I recognize this place!" Uraraka shouted.

"You do?" Jirou asked. "Why didn't you speak up earlier?"

"I took a nap! Giiiii!" The brunette held her arms, shivering. "I know that feeling… That car!"

"Ohhhh!" Squealed a voice. "Is that our kitten? It's been a while!" And out from the car leaped two figures.

"Welcome Cubs of UA! We're…" They wore bright and colorful skirts and blouses, the blonde woman wearing sky blue and the brunette donning maroon with white highlights. They posed, the blonde standing tall and the brunette thrusting her arms out.

They also had cat tails, metallic ears, and paw-like gloves.

"The Wild Wild Pussycats!" They shouted in unison and pride. Although they were not alone, with a black-haired boy with a deep scowl and cap standing off to the side.

"Oh! So it is this one after-" Peter nudged Izuku before he could gush, feeling his Spider Sense perk up of a potential Midori Mumble incoming.

"Easy skipper."

"These are the Pro Heroes who will be helping us for this week." Aizawa turned towards the duo. "Thank you for coming out here and on time." Not that he seemed to stop Izuku.

"But this is the super-specialized hero team that focuses on Mountain and Forest situations. Especially Rescue missions, and they've been in business for over a decade too! Pixie Bob and Mandalay are amongst the best in the busi-"

Tingle.

And the blonde got a paw right in Izuku's face, her face still grinning mad as the boy was flummoxed by her speed. Peter leaned back in shock, stepping back until he was with Kaminari and Kirishima.

"I'm pretty sure your math is off!" She said proudly. Then there was a pause as she had her other glove raised. "I'm eighteen at heart!"

…

'That is so sad.'

"So… Uraraka, have you been doing well?" The other woman said as the blonde kept her paw on the frantic Izuku's face.

"Oh, uhhh, Mandalay. Doing great!" She said, beaming, but also showing a little nervousness. "Doing hero work and all! Life of a hero student schoolgirl! Hahaha!" She laughed loudly. The woman, Mandalay, patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, you'll get the Eye of the Tiger in no time." She said with an… almost too assuring smile. "Besides, it's nine-thirty now. I reckon you and your classmates can make it to the Lodge in time for lunch. Me and Pixie Bob have faith in you to lead your fellow cubs to our den. Much like how you did for those amazing obstacle courses we did together~."

Okay, taking the cat thing a bit too far. Was it part of their gimmick? Had to be.

Then again, Mirko had an obsession with carrots. Maybe their quirks were cat-related?

He saw the brunette turn towards the blonde, Pixie Bob apparently, and the girl let go of Izuku… and grinned.

Aizawa stepped back a bit.

Uraraka went pale as a sheet, and she sprinted for the ledge! "Every man for himseeeelf!" And off she went, curling in a ball and floating down below!

"Well, she caught on." Aizawa murmured, and suddenly Peter felt his Spider Sense nudging him a bit. His fellow students looking in confusion. "As for why we stopped here kids? Well… your training…"

Pixie Bob reared her paws back, grinning devilishly.

Peter's Spider Sense was now on alert as he reached his hands into his pockets, grabbing the web shooters and latching them on quickly with a flick of the wrist. He was caught flatfooted at I-Tower. Not this time.

"Begins now."

The moment Pixie Bob's hands touched the ground, a mudslide roared into existence, catching all of Class 1-A and sending them over the cliff! Peter had leapt out, seeing the earth roar behind him, and the screams of his fellow surprised peers.

And thus, the Summer Camp for Class 1-A and Class 1-B, had begun.