Izuku's POV:

It's been about 4 months since the incident. Ever since Ochako asked me that simple question, I have slowly been recovering. It may have seemed like a very small thing compared to what happened, yet for some reason, it drew me much closer to reality than anything else had. Finally a smile appears on my face, surrounded by my friends, on a shuttle bus to an activity I'm going t love. Life, it isn't actually that bad.

As we draw up to a large dome building, we leave the bus, chatting amongst ourselves. Talking to Iida, we make our way up to the opening in the gargantuan building. Instructed by Mr  Aizawa, we make our way inside, and look upon several scenes in different parts of the dome, each representing a different type of disaster. Today is going to be a good day.

As a new teacher, 13, says hello to the class, I see a purple mist begin to manifest in the centre of the dome. Soon this catches the attention of the rest of the class, then the teachers. The fog gradually condenses, and forms a large swirling mass of the purple tendrils. In the centre oh the cloud, a pale, scared hand emerges, before being followed by a man whose body matched his hand. Second came a highly muscular man, black skin and red strips coating his entire body, his brain exposed on top of his at least 7 and a half foot tall body.

We look expectantly towards the two teachers, expecting a "Now, lets see how you deal with an unexpected situation against villains". However, none comes. 13 turns around, despite the teacher's thick black visor, we can still see the deep concern etched into the hero. "Quick, class! Make your way to the exit! This is not a drill, we need to le..."

A singular bullet slams into the back of the rescue hero's head, blowing a three inch hole right through it, leaving a bloody tunnel, exiting roughly where the top of 13's left eyebrow would have been. We all stand in shock for a few seconds, before 13 slumps over, dead on the floor. A pool of dark crimson blood growing in size. My classmates begin to scream and back off from the ever-growing pool. However, I just stand there, waves of emotion flash over me as the puddle slinks over my feet. Anger. Sadness. Fear. All washing over me as booming voice is fired from the centre of the building.

"WE ARE THE VILLANS LEAGUE, AND WE HAVE COME HERE TO  KILL THE SYMBOL OF PEACE! ALL MIGHT!"