It started like any other day for Class 1-A. The students were gathered in their classroom, chatting and laughing as they waited for homeroom to begin. Aizawa-sensei walked in with his usual slouched posture, his sleeping bag trailing behind him. His sharp, tired eyes scanned the room, immediately silencing the chatter. Aizawa {flatly}: "Alright, listen up. Today, we'll be heading to an offsite training facility. It's called the Unforeseen Simulation Joint—USJ for short." Before Aizawa could explain further, Denki Kaminari shot up from his seat, his eyes wide with excitement. Denki {shouting}: "Wait—Universal Studios Japan?! Are we going to an amusement park?!" The room erupted in laughter, with some students even joining in on the misunderstanding. Izuku {deadpan, not even looking up from his notes}: "No." Aizawa {sighing, rubbing his temples}: "No, Kaminari. It's not an amusement park. It's a facility specifically designed to simulate disaster scenarios for training purposes. Try to focus." The laughter died down as the students nodded, their excitement shifting to curiosity about what awaited them at the USJ. --- Time Skip to Lunch The cafeteria was bustling as usual, with students from various classes gathered at the long tables. Class 1-A had claimed their usual spot, and the air was filled with animated discussions about their upcoming training. At the end of the table, Izuku sat quietly with a mountain of food piled on his tray—three times more than anyone else's. His classmates watched in awe and disbelief as he calmly worked through the pile, his chopsticks moving with precision. Mina Ashido {giggling, pointing at Izuku's plate}: "Midoriya, how do you eat so much? I'd explode if I tried to eat even half of that!" Ochaco Uraraka {nodding in agreement}: "Seriously, where does it all go? You're not exactly bulky or anything." Izuku didn't look up, his expression as calm and detached as ever. Izuku {bluntly}: "All For One has a constant hunger. Food helps quell it, though only temporarily." The table went silent for a moment as his classmates processed the information. Denki Kaminari {hesitantly}: "Wait... hunger? Like, literal hunger or... you mean something else?" Izuku {setting down his chopsticks, his tone matter-of-fact}: "Literal hunger for Quirks. It's manageable, but the more Quirks I accumulate, the stronger the craving becomes. Food helps mitigate the symptoms." Tenya Iida {adjusting his glasses, alarmed}: "That sounds... intense. Are you sure you're managing it properly, Midoriya?" Izuku {resuming his meal, unfazed}: "I'm managing." Their questions continued, but before they could press further, the calm atmosphere shattered as the cafeteria lights flickered and alarms blared through the building. --- The Alarm A robotic voice echoed over the speakers, cutting through the chaos. Alarm System: "Level Three Threat Detected. All students, please proceed to the designated safe zones." Panic erupted almost instantly. Students began pushing and shoving, their fear overtaking any sense of order. Trays clattered to the floor, chairs toppled over, and the once-lively cafeteria descended into chaos. At the center of it all, Izuku remained seated, completely unfazed. He calmly chewed his food, his sapphire-blue eyes scanning the chaos with faint irritation. He let out a quiet sigh before closing his eyes. Izuku {thinking to himself}: This is embarrassing. So much for the "future heroes" of UA. --- Conquer's Will Izuku set down his chopsticks, his expression sharpening as he activated his newly acquired Quirk: Conquer's Will. A subtle hum of power filled the air before exploding outward in a silent but overwhelming wave of pure intent. The effect was immediate. Every student in the cafeteria froze in place, their panic replaced by an eerie stillness. Some dropped their trays, others stood frozen mid-step, their eyes wide as they felt the sheer weight of Izuku's willpower pressing down on them. Izuku opened his eyes, his calm gaze sweeping over the crowd. Izuku {bluntly, his voice cutting through the silence}: "Pathetic. You're UA students—future heroes. Is this how you handle a minor alarm? By panicking and trampling each other like scared animals?" His words struck like a hammer, the shame on his classmates' faces evident as they avoided his gaze. Izuku {calmly, continuing}: "The alarm was triggered by the media. Nothing more. The teachers are already handling it. There's no need for this hysteria." His voice carried an almost eerie calmness, and his classmates nodded slowly, still rooted to their spots by the lingering effects of Conquer's Will. Izuku picked up his chopsticks and resumed eating as if nothing had happened. --- The Malicious Presence As the cafeteria began to settle, Izuku's eyes narrowed slightly. Beneath the noise and chaos, he felt it—a faint but unmistakable presence emanating from the direction of the teacher's lounge. It was sharp, cold, and malicious, like a blade pressed against the back of his neck. Izuku {thinking, his expression darkening}: That's not media. He calmly finished the last bite of his meal, wiping his mouth with a napkin before standing up. His sharp gaze swept over the room, ensuring everything had returned to order before turning toward the exit. Ochaco Uraraka {calling after him, nervously}: "Midoriya? Where are you going?" Izuku {without looking back}: "To inform Aizawa-sensei. Stay here." Without waiting for a response, he walked out of the cafeteria, his mind already racing. He didn't need to use Infrared to confirm what he already knew—something dangerous was inside UA, and it wasn't just the media. [Transition] Scene: The Warning Aizawa stood near UA's entrance, arms crossed, his sharp eyes observing the other teachers as they worked to dispel the swarm of media personnel gathered outside the gates. The reporters were shouting questions, their cameras flashing like lightning as they tried to capture any glimpse of activity within. The destruction of the front gate, reduced to little more than a pile of rubble and dust, only fueled their frenzy. Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) {shouting to the crowd}: "Back off, people! This is private property! You've crossed a line here!" Ectoplasm {calmly but firmly}: "This is unacceptable behavior, even for reporters." Aizawa {thinking to himself, frowning}: The gate didn't fall because of some desperate reporters. They wouldn't risk their reputations—or their jobs—to pull something like this. His gaze swept over the crowd again. Something about the situation felt off, but before he could dwell on it further, the sound of deliberate footsteps approached from behind. Without turning, Aizawa spoke, his tone dry. Aizawa: "You're supposed to be in the cafeteria, Midoriya. What do you want?" Izuku's calm voice: "To give you information." Aizawa finally turned, his tired eyes narrowing as he took in Izuku's composed expression. The boy's sapphire-blue eyes glinted with a sharpness that betrayed his usual detached demeanor. Aizawa {raising an eyebrow}: "Go on." Izuku {bluntly}: "There's a malicious presence inside the school. It was in the Teacher's Lounge earlier. It's gone now, but it was there long enough to leave an impression." Aizawa's frown deepened, his hands slipping into his pockets as he processed the information. Aizawa {curtly}: "How do you know?" Izuku {matter-of-factly}: "I felt it. It was sharp and deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. It wasn't the media. Their actions are a convenient distraction." For a moment, Aizawa said nothing, his gaze locked onto Izuku's as if trying to read between the lines of his words. The boy stood unwavering, his demeanor calm but his tone carrying the weight of certainty. Aizawa {quietly}: "And you're sure it's gone now?" Izuku {nodding}: "Yes. It left as quickly as it came. But the fact that it was here at all means this was intentional." Aizawa let out a soft sigh, his hand instinctively tightening around the scarf draped around his neck. Aizawa {grumbling}: "Great. Another mess to clean up." Izuku {calmly}: "It would be wise to double-check the security systems. Whoever—or whatever—it was didn't come through the front gate." Aizawa {narrowing his eyes}: "I'll handle it. Go back to the cafeteria. You've done your part." Izuku inclined his head slightly, his expression unreadable. Izuku {softly}: "Be careful." Without another word, he turned and walked back toward the main building, his steps measured and deliberate. Aizawa watched him go, his thoughts racing. Aizawa {thinking to himself}: "Calm under pressure, sharp instincts... For someone so young, he's already a step ahead of most of his peers—and some of his teachers. But that presence he mentioned..." He glanced back at the ruined gate and the chaotic media crowd beyond it, his unease growing. Aizawa {muttering to himself}: "This isn't over." Pulling his scarf tighter, he turned on his heel and headed toward the Teacher's Lounge to investigate further, his sharp instincts now on high alert. [Transition] Scene: The Bus Ride to USJ The bus carrying Class 1-A rumbled down the road, the soft hum of the engine blending with the chatter of excited students. The atmosphere was light and lively, everyone dressed in their hero costumes in anticipation of the training ahead. Izuku Midoriya, as usual, sat quietly, his posture relaxed as he gazed out the window. Beside him sat Nezuko Kamado, her pink kimono with its intricate hemp leaf pattern standing out beautifully against the sea of hero costumes. She was scribbling something in her notebook, occasionally showing it to Izuku, who would respond with calm, measured comments. Nezuko {holding up her notebook}: "Do you think USJ will have a fire simulation? I'd like to test my flames more." Izuku {glancing at her, calmly}: "Likely. It's designed for disasters, so fire is a basic scenario. You'll handle it fine." Nezuko smiled at his reassurance, returning to her notebook as the conversation continued. --- Tsu's Blunt Question Toward the middle of the bus, Tsuyu Asui, or "Tsu," sat with her usual calm expression, her large eyes observing Izuku. Finally, she spoke, her voice as blunt and direct as ever. Tsuyu {tilting her head}: "Midoriya, ribbit. You have so many Quirks, but you haven't explained them much. What kind do you have?" Her straightforwardness immediately drew the attention of the rest of the class, the chatter dying down as they turned to listen. Even Aizawa-sensei, who was pretending to sleep near the front of the bus, cracked one eye open slightly to eavesdrop. Tsu {continuing, unbothered by the attention}: "Oh, and call me Tsu. It's easier, ribbit." Izuku glanced at her, unphased by the question or the stares from his classmates. He adjusted his sleeve slightly before responding, his voice calm and emotionless as always. Izuku {bluntly}: "Air Cannon, Springlike Limbs, Rivet Stab, Impact Recoil, Forced Quirk Activation, Super Regeneration, Infrared, and more. Those are the ones I use most often." The bus fell silent for a moment, his words hanging in the air. Even Tsu, usually unflappable, blinked in surprise at the sheer variety. Tsu {curiously}: "That's... a lot, ribbit." Izuku {nodding slightly}: "It is." --- Bakugo's Outburst At the back of the bus, Katsuki Bakugo scoffed loudly, his arms crossed and his glare as sharp as ever. Bakugo {gritting his teeth}: "Tch. So you admit it—you steal other people's Quirks, don't you? You're nothing but a damn thief!" The tension in the bus rose instantly, several students glancing nervously between Bakugo and Izuku. Ochaco Uraraka shifted uncomfortably, and Tenya Iida looked ready to interject. But Izuku, completely unfazed, turned his sharp blue eyes toward Bakugo. His tone remained cold and blunt. Izuku: "No. I didn't steal them." Bakugo {snarling, leaning forward}: "Then where the hell did you get them, huh?!" Izuku {calmly, without hesitation}: "My father. He collected them." The simplicity of his response left the class stunned. Even Bakugo, for all his bluster, momentarily faltered. Tsuyu {blinking, curious}: "Collected, ribbit? Like... a library of Quirks?" Izuku {nodding slightly}: "Something like that." --- Aizawa's Hidden Observation At the front of the bus, Aizawa shifted slightly in his seat, pretending to adjust his scarf. Though his eyes were half-closed, he was paying close attention to the conversation. Aizawa {thinking to himself}: "He's not lying, but he's definitely choosing his words carefully. That calmness... it's unsettling how natural it is for him." Izuku, meanwhile, had already turned his attention back to Nezuko, dismissing the topic entirely. Nezuko, unfazed by the tension, wrote something else in her notebook and showed it to Izuku. Nezuko's notebook: "You handled that well. You're really cool." Izuku's expression softened almost imperceptibly as he nodded. Izuku {quietly}: "Thank you." The bus gradually returned to its lively chatter, though a faint tension lingered in the air. Bakugo muttered something under his breath, clearly still fuming, but didn't press the issue further. As the USJ facility came into view, a sense of excitement began to replace the earlier tension. Izuku remained calm, his mind already analyzing the possibilities of the training ahead. Izuku {thinking to himself}: "This will be another test. I'll be ready." The bus pulled to a stop, and the students filed out, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them inside.