After six months of me brainstorming on the plot, this book is finally out :D

~O~

The night sky that stretched above the area was dark enough to tell them that the sun was not going to rise anytime soon.

The smoke from the fire, the debris from the buildings and the flames of the conflagration blended in the dark night, making it frightening.

But to him — to the boy who stood there watching — there was something even more frightening to worry about...

The blood of his comrades, the screams of the one's trying to fight for their lives and... And the most horrible thing; the laughter of the enemy.

Ejiro Kirishima could not process the situation.

'How did I get here...?'

He looked at the chaos. He felt weak.

'How did this happen...?'

He looked at the injured Heroes on the ground. He felt guilty.

'How could I let this happen...?'

He looked down at his own hands. Tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes.

'I was supposed to shield them... Protect them... Then how...?'

He clenched his fists and turned his head in dismay.

The communicators were not working well either. The signals were jammed. God knows what happened to Shinsou for he was the one that was assigned communication and routing directions. They knew he was weak when it came to hand-to-hand combat so they gave him that position. But now, the red haired boy could only pray for his safety.

Anyhow, Kirishima couldn't call for backup even if there was someone left. He couldn't call someone for medical support. He couldn't ask about the rest of his friends. Where they were? Were they fine? Did they need his help?

He couldn't do anything... He couldn't do anything at all...

He felt helpless.

He felt useless.

He felt pathetic.

He felt like a failure.

He was given one job. One single thing to do. And he failed. He couldn't do it.

Then he saw him...

There he saw him...

"Midoriya...!?" He called out for the green haired boy in shock, standing in the opposite direction to him.

The first thing that came to Kirishima's mind after seeing the boy was; death.

On the other hand, the green haired boy, just like all the others, also looked beaten up. He clearly had multiple injuries but his posture hid them well. He was barely standing straight but there was a small crazy smile plastered on his face while he was looking at the other boy.

But then there was this thing in his emerald eyes that scared Kirishima...

That one word rang in his ears again and again;

Death. Death. Death. Death. Death—

"Don't tell me... M-Midoriya, you... You... H-How? No... No. No. No." Kirishima wanted to deny it, and he did.

And then, Midoriya smiled widely.

God, this day could not get more worse for them.

Kirishima had a horrible dream that looked so real. As if it was a vision.

~O~

A few months after Shinsou has gotten in the Hero Course, things started to go smoothly for most likely everyone at UA.

Shinsou was told to tag along with Todoroki and Bakugou to train and also for the extra classes regarding their Provisional License. The rest of the Hero Course already had their licenses and since Shinsou was transfered fairly late while the other two boys failed the exam at first; the trio was now taking extra classes and training sessions to cover it up and eventually get licensed.

The usually angry ash blonde was being less angry and more rational now. He did learn a thing or two from the previous training exercise. Although he wasn't very calm and friendly, like, at all, but he actually wasn't angry all of the time.

Other than that, Class-1-A and Class-1-B had starting bonding. Though the rivalry was still there, most of them were pretty great friends to one another.

Their homeroom teachers, Eraserhead and Vlad King, were grateful that the kids weren't at each others' throats all the time anymore. Although, Vlad King might have cornered Midoriya at some point and asked him what in the world he did to Monoma because Vlad King has never seen that blonde acting all friendly to literally anyone, but here we are now seeing Monoma hanging out with some of Class-1-A.

And right after Midoriya escaped from the Pro Hero, giving no reply at all, he was again cornered by Present Mic who asked what in the world he had been teaching his team because those guys were on a whole different level as compared to the rest. And once again, Midoriya escaped without giving a proper reply saying that All Might was calling him.

And then there was Eri.

(A/N: Yes, she is in this)

Aizawa had been training her to use her quirk; Rewind properly. Although there was almost zero progression, she at least learned to turn it off without Aizawa's help. Yes, she couldn't control how much will it rewind. Yes, she couldn't control to activate it without a stressful situation. Yes, she wasn't prepared enough to heal Mirio Togata. But at least she knew how to turn it off now. And that was counted as a win!

And also, the Cultural Festival was coming up. So, the students were just busy as ever. UA High School looked more lively than it had been ever since the start of the year.

Everything felt great. Just perfect. Just like they always wanted it to be.

But only if they knew,

That it was just the calm before the storm...

~O~

Somewhere in the shadows, far from the lively city area, a few people were gathered in a small building which more or less looked like just a place for them to meet.

Their conversation was so quiet that anyone sitting on another table next to them would not be able to hear them at all.

As soon as the group finished with what they were upto, two of them stood up preparing to leave while the rest one or two men stayed there until they left.

Now outside, under the light of the setting sun, two known faces; Tomura Shigaraki and Dabi, were seen. And as soon as they were a little far away from their previous spot, Shigaraki smirked.

"Master is going to feel so proud once my plan is completed... And this time there won't be a single nuisance interfering in my game..." Shigaraki stated as his smirk grew wider.

Oh, he was going to have so much fun...