Aizawa stared dumbfounded at each of his students.

Asui had a dislocated shoulder, Yaoyorozu had three broken ribs, Uraraka was drinking tea due to her stomach, Jiro was wearing earplugs, Ashido had a large bruise forming on her cheek, Hagakure had a bandage on her nose, and lastly, Chihara had bandages wrapped around her aims.

"Would any of you care to tell me what just happened?" He questioned, his tone sounding absolutely done.

*Thirty minutes ago....*

Several men with guns entered the cafe, the hero course students all freezing. Before any of them could react (and faster than Hisoka would've liked), Hisoka threw the nearest chair at one of the villain's heads. They all turned to her.

"HELP!" She screeched.

Jiro ran, grabbing one of the microphones. Mina began firing acid, muttering curses.

"Get down!" Uraraka shouted, making their table float, before throwing it at the villains.

One of them ducked, the others losing their guns. The one that still had a weapon shot at them, Yaoyorozu forming a shield. Hagakure tried to sneak up on one, but got hit in the nose. One of the villains pulled something off their side-

"Shit shit shit-" Ashido swore, throwing acid.

"DON'T THROW ACID AT GRENADE-"

Asui's warning barely made it through before the explosive, well, exploded. Ashido, Asui, and Yaoyorozu got flung. Jiro launched sound waves through the microphone, regretting it shortly after.

On the bright side, most of the villains were dealt with!

Uraraka held her stomach, muttering a curse.

With that, Hisoka took out her knife, slashed her arms, and manipulated her blood to slam the villains into the walls.

*Present....*

"So, yeah, that happened." Hisoka shrugged.

Aizawa facepalmed.

"Visit Recovery Girl, and go home." He ordered. "Hisoka, you stay."

The other girls said their goodbyes....

"Okay, what's your quirk? You didn't tell your classmates, you didn't tell Nezu, and you haven't even told me." He said, crossing his arms.

Hisoka huffed, saying "It's.... Well, technically it's called Bloodshed. I bleed, I manipulate the blood, my appearance changes accordingly. I can only manipulate the blood of others if my blood 'infects' theirs."

Aizawa sighed.

"Go home. If I'm lucky, I only have to do one hour of paperwork." He said.

Hisoka sighed with relief.

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✨Queens✨

Stabby: Do all nights out usually end like that or...?

Uravity: No

Kermit: No

Yaomomo: No

Pink: No

Unseen: No

Stereo: No

Stabby: I had fun 🙂

Hisoka entered her house. She walked over to her father.... And proceeded to hold out the slip Aizawa had given her.

"What's this?"

"A permission slip for the USJ."

"...."

"Yeah, I know, not my first choice to be locked in a room with a bunch of students, but-"

He quickly signed it, before returning to doing research.

".... What are you researching?"

"Nothing of your concern."

Hisoka shrugged, way too used to it at this point.

.

"Alright everyone, single file line!" Iida chopped.

Hisoka didn't very much sleep the night prior to today, so her mood wasn't exactly the best-

"I'm gonna cut your fucking engines off and use them to make bullets!" She threatened.

Come of the class snickered, and she glared at them. However, because Iida has no fear (and the patience of a damn saint), he just gasped.

"That is entirely rude for someone who's training to be a hero!" He scolded.

That was three times he's now gotten in her way. She could feel her hand tighten around the knife in the pocket of her gym uniform, a small voice in the back of her head slowly getting louder as it screamed for blood.

Before she could pull out her knife, Ashido had grabbed her, dragging her onto the bus.

"Mina, what the hell?" She hissed.

"You looked like you were gonna strangle him, so...." She calmly responded.

Hisoka paused, taking a deep breath. She took a seat next to Ashido, letting her guard down for a moment to sleep against her shoulder.

As she slept, she could feel herself dreaming....

"I told you to me careful." Hisoka's father scolded her, wrapping a bandaid around her finger, the current six year old sniffling.

"I'm sorry, daddy...." She said, tears slipping down her cheeks.

The man sighed, crouching to her level, stroking the tears off her cheeks.

"Hey, I'm not mad.... I just want you to be careful." He said, wiping her tears. "Your mother can't.... You know she can't protect you anymore. I need to know that you won't hurt yourself like this just because you want to play around with your quirk."

"B- but I like mommy's quirk!" The little girl retorted.

"Heroes won't." He responded flatly.

She huffed.

"Just.... Promise me, sweetheart, that you'll never be scared of asking for my assistance."

"Okay.... I promise!"

"Hey, Chihara, we're here." Ashido said softly, waking her up.

Hisoka woke up, standing in her seat to stretch.... And then, a metal clang caught the attention of everyone on the bus. Hisoka gulped, praying it wasn't what she thought it was.

"Chihara." Aizawa said sternly.

"Mhm?" The girl hummed nervously.

"Why do you have a knife?"

Hisoka looked down at the knife.

".... That's Slash. He's useful for stabbing." She stated.

She quickly picked up the knife, tucking it into her pocket. Aizawa just sighed with the tiredness of someone twice his age, stepping out of the bus.

"You shouldn't carry around a weapon without the proper precautions!" Iida scolded her.

Four times- why hasn't she stabbed him yet? Oh. Right. Trying to be a hero.

"Iida, I'm half tempted to stab you in the knees." She threatened.

"Was that a threat?!"

Hisoka tilted her head, sneering at him, saying "No, I'm hitting on you, let me give you a blowjob."

Iida's face turned so red you could've mistaken it for Kirishima's hair. Hisoka turned on her heel, leaving the bus before the boy could form a reply, grinning to herself. Oh, the fragility of men.

She ignored most of Thirteen's speech.... And that's when she felt a shift in the air.

"Chihara, are you-"

Uraraka couldn't finish her question as the girl pulled out a throwing knife, launching it across the USJ.... Directly into a portal. A man caught it, the knife turning to dust in his hand.

"Good reflexes. Mine are better."

Fuck.