A/N:

Now guys before you attack me once again for not updating in so long, please note that I didn't take more than 5 months. 

This is quite an important chapter, as it would signify some changes in the book. 

However, I liked how Zuki-san's chapters matched with mine (in a way) so I added the '.5'

Hope you enjoy it.

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The air was brimming with anticipation and eyes peered at the flickering screen; it seemed that Todoroki's ice hadn't only coated the electronics but froze it completely, if the ever-constant whirring white circle didn't explain much.

Midoriya was beginning to cool down as the onslaught of compliments eventually died. As if hypnotized all noises cease for long seconds, maybe already passing a few minutes as their eyes were stuck to the blank eye monster. (As my mother likes to call it.) All awaiting the next scene...

...

If only it'd start.

Hesitant steps echoed throughout the studio, stepping onto the small podium where the dysfunctional electronic stood. Her fingers danced around the melting ice as if trapped in a waltz. Her brown eyes darkened and her lips quivered with a mournful sigh.

In a puff of smoke, the television was forcefully removed from its position, wires and all.

"I have a few things to announce." She said, her voice hauntingly low- demanding all of their attention. A few audibly gulped at those words, they had a feeling what those entailed... consequences.

And oh, they didn't like the sound of that.

Something many of them didn't want to face, who would? The girl's demeanor instantly became darker - possibly not over the earlier incident.

Yet this undescribed emotion cowered to the back of her irises whenever she made eye contact with someone. Izuku felt something was bothering the girl, but that natural defense; her harsh glare, left little room to figure out what.

The girl in question casually sat on the podium, legs crossed and back arched forward, her gaze didn't change much. It was still dark, still unreadable and it worried those below what could happen, what her next actions- words would be.

Izuku walked towards the front, a slight glow of determination flashing past as he kept eye contact. He stuck with Kacchan for years, there was no way he'd cower.

'I'll observe for now, it doesn't seem like she'll open up anytime soon.'

–

"Hah. Firstly, I'm sorry for my conduct earlier. It wasn't 'professional' in any way and I caused you all to worry-" She paused, her eyes falling upon the minority that wasn't interested in what she had to say.

"- those who were bothered by my outburst anyways." Her palm fanned at the air as if an insignificant thought came to mind.

"... secondly, the responsibility of the 'Machia Tantrum' is all on me. I did 'erase' his quirks, but I failed to think about his physical strength. As well as his short temper." Alisha looked down at her lap, facing away from her audience as a feeble way to hide her vulnerability.

'My control weakened the moment I bent the rules and activated nearly everyone's quirks. I still feel it draining at a rapid rate. I'll need to fix everything before they notice. They shouldn't face my consequences.' Her eyes glowered on the popsicle, humming a flat tune.

'Well, not everyone.'

"Does that mean we can all use our quirks now? I mean Todoroki can and he lost." Mineta questioned, it was probably a genuine question. Yet the reminder of the dual user's poor performance in the first 'war' left a gloomy aura as he looked at his right arm.

The projectionist raised her head, legs treading through the chilled air like water before drumming against the stage. The rhythmic sounds were as if she was conveying her thoughts to the teen but no matter how he deciphered:

It was complete and utter nonsense... in morse code.

'Come on woman! It's just a simple question, why are you dragging this on... the tension is unbearable!!'

Her legs stopped weaving through the air in a subtle decrescendo as if she silently heard the midget's plight. "Sorry. It took some unfortunate measures but you all can use your quirks safely. However, you are unable to access more than 20% of your power. Reasons are quite simple-" She paused, eyes drifting towards an energetic blond.

"- Yes Kaminari, to be fair it also applies to those that can use their quirks before- No Todoroki, that wasn't 20% of your power, the rule was made after we subdued 'Machia." Alisha sighed as she quickly shut the two boys' obvious questions.

Denki groaned at the turn of events; Shoto however, blankly stared at the ghost of the ice mountain. His feet stubbed against the damp carpet with slumped shoulders. "...tsk." He was aware that it wasn't his full power, the glacier was just slightly larger than the iceberg he created in a fit of rage at the sports festival.

No, he was not sulking.

Shoto's gaze caught onto cold, turquoise eyes that were (ironically) burning in bold amusement. Dabi. Shameless as he is, he was kneeling on the ground, the floor slightly scorched from the accidental misuse of his quirk. Graffawing like a hoarse falcon.

... Bastard.

"Hey Dabi, you okay?" Spinner's voice wavered, not knowing what actions he should be taking.

--

The Emperor of the Underground observed the projectionist- he knew. He knew she was lying. His powers were sealed. At least all the active powers, the ones that remind only benefited his reputation.

His palm tapped the seams of his leg before he scratched the area where his eyes once were. Activating a passive quirk, he quickly found his henchman. 'You were too reckless, 'Machia.'

"Now back to the topic at hand," His attention turned towards Alisha who hopped off her seat and was dusting her attire.

--

"I'll advise you not to use your quirks, for some time. Especially those with the more... destructive types. Things aren't stable - via breaking the rules and all - disobey and your safety won't be guaranteed."

Her steps echoed once again as she leisurely marched towards the cause of their intermission. Cracking her muscles, she rested her palm on the ice, not showing much issues with the cold.

"Now, I also need to show an example of what happens when you disobey... Gigantomachia wouldn't be reacting with us anymore." Not long after those heavy words, she snapped her fingers, ice shards shattered across the room and the temperamental mountain disappeared in a puff of smoke.

No one dared to ask what was going to happen to the henchman.

"Lastly, this place isn't suitable for anything anymore." She turned towards them, her expression noticeably brighter than earlier. Wiping her wet hands against her leggings she beckoned everyone to inch closer.

"Now that I've dealt with the larger issue, we'll be returning to the first reaction room. It has been renovated for obvious reasons..." Her voice died down as she jabbed her head at the wrecked room.

Nobody objected, the reasons were understandable. They transfer rooms only to accommodate the giant Machia after all.

But now he's gone.

Eyes fell upon the Broker who was being pampered by a panicked? -relieved? ...a very expressive Twice. Before shrugging, silently wishing the room farewell as they got accustomed to the large space.

A hand shot into the air, their mutated elbow rising over his classmates' heads. "If we're moving places again, does that mean we get to watch more memes?" Sero asked as Mina quickly shot up at the claim of more jokes. At the same time, Aizawa grumbled at the idea of more noise.

Eri, bless her heart, spun towards Tamaki with the brightest of smiles. Desaturated red shining as bright as rubies at the thought of seeing everyone laughing and smiling again! They all had wonderful smiles for the little girl after all!

...even if some were scary to look at.

"Does that mean we get to see more funny images?" The introverted eyes shrank as if held at gunpoint, and meekly pointed at Alisha who struggled to shut down Eri's excitement.

"No, sorry Eri. Today, at least, y'all won't be reacting." She exclaimed, confused looks were passed among the cast before they were swallowed in a breath of smoke.

Midoriya exhaled the last of the icy air in the familiar hallways. The regular-sized door frame was a relief as he integrated with the anxious characters, discussing the potential changes made in the room.

"Maybe we're going to get personal couches. It was troublesome sharing with you all." Mirko bounced about while yawning as if sharing a seat with the top heroes was a hassle.

"What about an official popcorn machine? This room was more cinematic than the other. Why not amp the mood with popcorn." Midnight shrugged as Thirteen blankly stared at her animated friend.

"Nemuri, you'll start choking on popcorn seeds at this rate. You of all people had enough popcorn." She replied, accenting the 'you' as the adult smiled cattishly.

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"I think there would be a washroom in there now," Koda mumbled, as Iida patted his back in approval. Unknowingly scaring the poor boy.

If Powerloader had to point out one change, it would be how the doors change from one to double!

"That is enough Todor- theories for one day. Instead of wondering how the inside looks, why not just walk in." Alisha voiced, opening the door to reveal pitch black.

Now the sight of... well... nothing should have caused them to falter, for a moment, and question the teen. However excitement buried their anxiousness and they all trusted Alisha, so why worry?

...

Maybe... they should worry.

"AAH! WAS THAT A GHOST?!" A voice yelped as they felt something breathing behind them, yet when they turned there was nothing.

"Wait, GHOST? Come on Sero, are you sure you didn't bump into Mineta?" Toru chimed as the midget in question laughed at the absurd claim. 'It's hard enough to see anyone in this pitch darkness- perfect for someone whose quirk rendered them invisible.' Mineta clenched his fist, pointing in the direction of the voice.

"I'm not even CLOSE to Hanta-kun, you're more likely to have scared him, you did reply awfully fast after all."

"So a self-report?" Kaminari announced, standing next to Kyoka, who was stopping herself from both laughing and facepalming, leaving her in a flustered yet groaning mess.

"Wha? No! I'm innocent okay!" The invisible girl huffed tugging on her top. 'I'm wearing all my clothes you perv', and if I'm going to scare someone it'd be Ojirou-kun.' Her face burned at the thought as she attempted to block a playful smile.

Not that anyone would notice.

-

The 'ghost' had just successfully scared the League of Villains; think of it as pitiful revenge for ruining their training camp. Another shriek fled through the room as he chuckled silently to himself. His eyes rested on a pillar next to him as he felt the vibrations of the AC just overhead.' The layout of this place is oddly complicated, not that I'm complaining.'

Once again he sensed someone near him and had skillfully blended with the shadows. However, he wouldn't expect that they were ready for him as well.

"Shihai-kun, I know you're there~ Shroom. That was sly of you! Shroom!" Komori entered his field of vision. Her face filled with a hidden sense of mirth as she excitedly approached him. The boy in question stopped from blending in the darkness once again (not expecting to be found out so quickly).

Komori's arm was outstretched, her face glowing in an eerie, iridescent green.

He glanced over at her palm, which was the source of the small light and there stood a palm-sized mushroom. The cap glimmered at random as if it was personificating the girl's excitement. His eyes trailed over back to her face as he fought against his failing battle of not becoming overheated.

"A-ah Kinoko-chan, perspective as ever I see." He stumbled to reply as the girl in question smiled at the praise.

"Thank you, shroom. But the credits don't all go to me- Dark Shadow, over here! I knew straight away that the culprit was you but I just couldn't find you so Dark Shadow helped me! Shroom!" She exclaimed excitedly as pairs of eyes blinked at them. One more erratic and larger than the other.

Kuroiro assumed those two were Tokoyami and Dark Shadow.

"Oh... I see." His shyness receded as he glanced at Tokoyami who was standing too close to Komori. The girl in question noticed his unease and crept up to him with a smile.

"Don't worry Shroom, the secret's safe with us." She whispered happily as Kuroiro felt his face burn and coyly hid away from her enchanting smile.

"...I don't think that'll be possible," Tokoyami uttered at the same moment as the light came on, introducing three persons who were observing from afar. Giran, Nezu, and Midoriya himself.

--

"Welcome back to the first reaction room!" Alisha gestured with a smile, arms flailing about as if to scoop the entire space in the center. That was how massive and complicated everything was.

"There's no way you can say this is the same room. It's like a hotel suite! The materials needed to make this in such a short period isn't little at all, what did you do?" Mr. Uraraka inquired, facing Alisha with excited eyes.

Everyone else wanted to know as well, that this wasn't just a renovation... no, she must have brought them to an entirely different building! Although there was a TV, and its size wasn't small by any means, it was tiny compared to the previous large screens.

Ochaco stared blankly at the electronic as it reflected her expression. "This- this is unreal." She mumbled, slumping face-first onto a couch that sat an angle away from the screen.

"Ochaco-chan is down, kero." Tsu croaked with a smile, sitting on the handle of the couch, watching as her bubbly friend flipped over, blankly staring at the chandelier over their heads.

"Y'know, I'm starting to think Alisha-san is really rich."

--

Izuku ambled toward his friend who had planted his feet at the door frame. Whether it was from shock from the room or for another reason, the greenette had a solid idea which one it was. Leaning towards his ear he reassured the blond.

"There's no ghost Kacahan, it was just a misunderstanding." He smiled, deciding to keep quiet about who was the cause.

Katsuki looked over his shoulder to the inviting lights inside, and the array of doors from his view. Nothing looked haunting, sparing one glance at his rival, he huffed before pushing aside and announcing his presence.

"WHAT'S WITH ALL THE DOORS?"

Masaru sighed.

"Glad you asked Katsuki!" Alisha huffed, walking towards a random door.

Ignoring his words (to not call his first name) she pushed the double doors open as it made a small bang from the impact of the wall inside.

Unlike the first door, there was an abundance of light flowing through, as well as the heavenly smell of spices and...

"I smell... MEAT!" Hungry teenage boys roared, stampeding at the door, Alisha anticipating this stepped behind the door as they swooshed past. Peeking out the mature students were looking at one another before following the ruckus inside.

Facing the room, the projectionist was amused to see Mina and Setsuna sitting on the island munching on fruits that were once (neatly) placed in the fruit basket.

Meanwhile, the others were ravaging through cupboards and stoves searching for any cooked meat- meals. "Where are your manners? As UA residents we ought to show a degree of sophistication!"

Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, Hawks was there as well, swooping into the refrigerators to see if there was any food stored inside. As a certain bluehead felt all hope leaving as even the pro hero was acting... uncivilized.

"A kitchen?" Rei mumbled, walking alongside Inko and Mitsuki who were observing the chaos before them.

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"Yes, Mrs. Todoroki! All you've been eating was junk food so I've decided to add a kitchenette, filled with many types of ingredients! Unfortunately, they are all raw at the moment (besides the fruits) so you'll have to make your meals. But there are some cookbooks on the table over there filled with many types of dishes: local, foreign, traditional, and modern. It has it all!" Alisha huffed from her rambling, her posture awkward as she gestured at the wooden table. Aoyama posing right behind a spotlight emerged.

Izuku once again spotted that distant emotion that danced at the far corner of her eyes. Yet, as if she knew he was looking at her, positioned herself away from the greenette's gaze.

Tugging on her husband's arm, Mitsuki walked towards the shining books with interest. She loved making food so once she saw; "101 Spicy Recipes Ranked, from calm to flaming hot!" she shoved it towards her husband's face with an excited bounce.

"Babe, do you see this!! There's even spicy ice cream!" She exclaimed, reigniting an old pet name, giddily flipping through the pages, stopping at random just to point at the dishes that interest her.

...Masaru bid goodbye to his tongue.

Sato himself sweat-dropped at Aoyama's eccentrics as he held a baking book, one for intermediate learners. His eyes sparkled at the arrays of pastries lined at the front page.

Kurogiri felt fascinated by the arrays of wine glasses, picking up a book filled with various types of cocktails. If the purple whisps weren't blocking his expression you'd have seen his devilish smirk as he showed it to Compress, who was oblivious to his nauseating future. Kayama was also unfortunate, or maybe fortunate enough to stumble upon volume 2, and was prepared to monopolize it to herself. Unlike the dark cloud, she made her intentions known.

Alisha left the room without looking back as those who weren't distracted followed suit. Giving long-lasting looks at the kitchen before the doors closed with a silent click.

Walking back into the lobby, Izuku noticed Ochaco was sleeping soundly on the couch, a few pillows floating in the air as if they were asteroids, orbiting at a distance around the girl. Tsu herself was resting nearby, crouched in a fetal position right under the AC.

'Is it because the AC is warm? That might be the case, I doubt Asui-Tsu would want to fall into a pseudo hibernation.' He mentally corrected, as he swore he saw her move during his thoughts.

"Next room!" Alisha yelled, causing those behind her to jump at her volume. Before they could process, she ran up the stairs, which many hadn't noticed there before, and opened another door that led to another hallway with doors installed on both sides.

"First the lobby, then a kitchen, a grand staircase, now a hallway... how big is this place?" Tomura mumbled, hands trailing against a tropical plant before it began to turn a dull gray. However, it didn't crumble which the villain took note of.

'Is this 20% of my power?'

Alisha stopped her hasty strides, turning toward the villain group with a smile, a smile that felt- seemed forced before she pushed open a door on her right. Looking amongst one another, they followed her steps to reveal...

"Is this a bedroom?" Testutetsu hummed watching as it looked familiar to how his UA dorms once were... before he filled it up with exercising equipment. It even has the same balcony!

...

Wait... balcony?

Sparing a glance at his classmate, Awase, his eyes alone revealed that they were thinking of the same thing.

Rushing towards the glass doors they didn't know what to expect. It was an obvious question ever since they came here, and they needed to know. Were they still in Japan? Earth?

"W-Wait!!" Alisha stuttered, running after the boys but it was too late, they had already held onto the handle!

!

A strong gust of wind slammed against the boys as they were pushed back. Maybe they would've gone flying if they weren't still holding onto the handle. (Or using their quirks) Tetsu's eyes shrunken as he saw the handle crack, slowly spreading towards the glass door.

Something similar was happening to Awase however he had the advantage of his quirk. Which he quickly used, welding it back into place.

Alisha ran to the center, the heavy winds doing nothing to her as she clapped her hands, and like that- it died down.

"Woah..." Tetsutetsu mumbled heavy stomps inched towards him before his breath was knocked away by an iron grip. "You kids shouldn't be acting so reckless!" Vlad huffed, holding onto his students who were slowly turning blue.

Blinking away his tears he got a proper view of what was outside, it was dark, at first he remembered earlier; but this wasn't the same darkness, there was still light, dim as it was, and faint yet familiar sounds of something, but it was hard to think when he was being crushed like this!

"Stars?" He heard someone whisper as the last of his tears were wiped away.

"Are we in space?!" Awase yelped, squirming under the hug.

"...It's hard to explain in one chapter, just remember to never open the windows at night," Alisha warned, shutting it tight.

"Chapter?"

"..."

"Back to the topic at hand, yes! This is a bedroom, and all the doors on this floor and those above are also bedrooms. Each person would get their own, besides the married couples, and it is separated by gender. Minors would be on the first floor while those 18 and over are upstairs. Now you wouldn't be mentally forced to react if you want to sleep. Although don't overdo it." Alisha groaned, signaling Aizawa who was finally showing some interest in the rooms.

'Doors here. Doors there. Why don't you name the 'chapter' Doors while you're at it.' Tenko swatted some stubborn locks that blocked his eyesight after failing around in the air from the earlier gust of wind. The palm was enough of a disadvantage as it was.

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Toshinori wasn't sure if leaving the lively (chaotic) kids alone with an entire floor for themselves was a good idea. No matter how much he trusted his protege and the class reps that was part of his duty as their teacher. His attention drifted towards the young girl who sat on his shoulders and was focused on braiding his hair. He had begun to look after Eri as Tamaki relinquished his position as her babysitter. His reasoning is; that she's too pure, too bright.

'There is no way I'm leaving them alone for the most part.'

"Could I be allowed to swap rooms, Young Alisha?" He questioned as Aizawa gave him a side eye, probably too happy at the idea of sharing his own space to understand the blond's reasoning. In the end, the exhausted hero chalked it up as Toshinori being an idiot as usual.

His words, not mine.

"Yes, you're allowed to swap rooms if both parties agree," Alisha interjected, assuming he was talking about Mineta and Toga being alone with the others.

Powerloader shared a glance with the shrunken legend as he came to the same conclusion. As much as he wants to monopolize his alone time like Aizawa, he has to look after Hatsume.

There is no way he's leaving her to her own devices after all.

"Now I'm sure you're wondering where the bathroom is! Each bedroom has a personal bathroom filled with daily necessities. Although it isn't much, there are clothes inside each closet for everyone." Alisha explained opening another door to reveal a tidy bathroom.

A certain handless individual brightened up at the sight of cleanliness everywhere.

"Another door... I swear if I walk through ONE MORE door!" Tomura yelled, peeling the dead flesh off his face.

"..."

Alisha remained quiet as everyone followed once again, like ducklings behind their mama they walked through the hallways, down the stairs, passing a door below the arch of the staircase, to the lobby where the two girls were fast asleep. (Their parents watching from afar) Past the door of the kitchenette where the smells of death and joy lingered through before she stopped at the far corner. Side-stepping the moment their curious gazes began poking holes at her back.

A string of curses fled the young adult as he saw another door, meaning another room to go into. He was already getting fed up with walking everywhere, and his nerves were all over the place after being forcefully taken away from the screen. He needed to know what happened next.

'But this brat wouldn't let us.' He grumbled as Twice tried to comfort his ex-leader.

"What do you want us to walk out of? A window?!" He chimed, shaking his head before walking to the door to see it was locked.

Locked.

Barricaded.

Bolted in place.

With no signs of a key.

"Huh?" Jin stuttered, scratching his head as he observed the sealed door. It was odd, all the other rooms they entered were open. Right?

"Hey! Why's it locked?" Yamada inquired, peering over Extoplasam's shoulder.

"I think one lock would've been enough, why is there more than two? What are you hiding?" Jeanest inquired, walking towards the UA staff.

Alisha stayed quiet, her back was still facing them so they couldn't see her expression. But her shoulders were tensed, and his arms trembled ever so slightly from the grip on the iron handle that you wouldn't have noticed unless you were observing her from the beginning.

"The answer is simple, earlier she mentioned that we won't be reacting today unless we unanimously agree to huddle together to watch all those bad*ss scenes from that small screen," Grian spoke up pointing at the black screen.

"Then this door leads to the reaction- cinema?" Himiko hummed, her hands suspiciously hidden in her cardigan for a bit too long. The jeaned model took note of those actions as he silently watched from afar.

"Why would you bring us here?"

"Yeah, you would have shown it to us after we rested like you said." Neijire agreed, floating near the mixed African only to halt and return to the ground with a worried expression. Her resonant voice fell into a whisper as she and Alisha held a small conversation, the latter seeming more tense as it drawled on.

"It's okay," They heard the soon-to-be heroine exclaim, bringing the girl in an awkward side hug.

"... is something wrong?" Mirio questioned, noticing that the mood in the place was slowly turning dreary.

"..."

"Go on," Neijire nudged, her voice still soft and calm, something that was rare for many to see (due to how energetic she was). This means something was wrong with their hostess and she needed to tell them something, but she didn't want to. It was hard to tell given how little hints she had dropped to them in the course of today. Even Izuku was feeling slightly stumped. Although he had a clearer vision of what's the issue as he had been observing her.

"Heroes? Villains? Civilians?" Alisha called out, everyone perked up at her words. She hadn't referred to them as such in a long while- it felt weird and off-putting. Something was definitely on her mind!

Alisha's posture straightened as she spun around, her eyes were fierce as if she would've easily subdued anyone in here (which was partially true). However, even the dumbest of people could tell that she was fighting tears at that very moment. Kirishima prepared to walk over to the girl to at least comfort her until she raised her hands, non-verbally asking him to stay in place.

Seeing the redhead stop, Alisha's eyes glimmered for a while longer, giving a silent 'thank you,' with a wobbly smile. Clapping her hands, everyone who was absent during the tour returned alongside the crowd. Kurogiri and Nemuri were casually sipping on champagne like old drinking buddies meeting to complain about how awful their work pay was. As Compress was forcefully trying to hack out whatever was lodged into his throat.

Masaru surprisingly was enjoying a bowl of melted ice cream (the rest were in the fridge). But Katsuki could've sworn he smelt chocolate and chili from both of his parents. Weird. Alisha, seeing as everyone returned, sped and walked towards the lobby, Hado at her heel shouting something along the lines of; "Don't back down now!". Leaving those that were out of the loop confused as Sato wiped his floured hands on the kitchen towel he was holding before he was puffed near a-

"Is that door barricaded?"

"Come here bud, there's a lot I'll have to explain," Ojirou exclaimed walking to the lobby, the same direction Alisha just stormed past.

Ochaco and Tsu were up at last, Aizawa and Izuku keeping them updated on what was going on. Their eyes just grew wider and wider as the list went on.

Alisha stood in front of the first door, the one that led them to the renovated room and composed herself, noticing her audience was back again.

Her hands quickly rubbed her cheeks before anyone else could see her as she cleared her throat. The tension that was once gone returned in full force. After all, it was never resolved. But this time it felt sad, apologetic even than buried fury. Before her eyes could betray her act she bowed at a frighteningly low angle.

"W-what are you doing? Stand straight please!" Ibara exclaimed flustered at her actions.

"...I," She choked, her voice cracking at one syllable, one word before she swallowed. Clenching her fist and lowering her head further because what she's about to say was something she deeply meant.

"I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry." Their surprised looks grew to confusion as they couldn't comprehend why their hostess began apologizing. Why was her sincere tone wavering between guilt and hate? Just before anyone dared raise a question she interjected.

"Wait, let me finish. I haven't explained myself."

...

Quickly gathering her nerves, her head still hanging low, she continued, her voice clear so she wouldn't need to repeat. It was now or never. She gulped, swallowing the last pile of cowardice;

"The moment I brought you here, there was a... hierarchy. You. As my captives and I as your kidnapper. No matter the bonds, that wouldn't change. I brought you here against your will, used your confusion to manipulate you all to react to a masterpiece-" She was cut off by a curt voice. Startled, she raised her head, noticing five fingers pointed at her.

"That might have been the case, originally. However, as bad of a start as our first meeting was, we truly enjoy these moments you've created by bringing us here Alisha-kun. There were so many valuable lessons taught and shown to us by being here alone that may have taken us far longer to realize. As a student, I praise you for your mentorship, indirect or not." He lectu- spoke, others in the back agreeing to what he said.

"You are our important Hostess. I for one, don't hold any grudges so don't feel overburdened by the past."

"No, you don't understand- why are you being considerate? Shouldn't you feel wronged? Shouldn't you all be angry? Upset? I was never a hostess, not a proper one that's for sure! I may have entertained you but I failed at every other checkpoint!" Her voice began to grow louder as her eyes turned like pebbles beneath a running stream.

"I barely (if ever) gave proper breaks, and you all were fed the minimum amount, and besides the tea, it was only junk food! I've realized now how awful I've been, you all weren't given proper places to sleep, and there wasn't even instant access to a toilet. There were so many things I've done wrong and I hate the fact that I'm only realizing it now because of 'Machia's rampage. If he didn't ruin that damn studio I would have never realized how much you were lacking. If the screen hadn't crashed I'm sure we'd still be staring at the screen- I didn't provide any protective glasses, you all were just staring at a bright screen for hours. Add more reasons why I completely failed you all."

"Young Alisha," Toshinori whispered, lowering Eri until he was cradling her in his arms and walking toward the distressed teen. She didn't move, eyes overflowing in suppressed anguish as she kept chanting reasons, valid ones, for them to despise her.

"-sorry, I'm really sorry for all of that. Really, you don't have to pretend. I saw your reactions when I gave the tour," The lanky man knelt, Eri hopping from his hold as they both wrapped their arms around her. The former gently brought her head to his shoulder.

They both said nothing, allowing her to just cry in silence; except when she mumbled an apology in his neck. Red eyes bore at her vulnerable state as he tsked.

"Y'know, for someone who says they are sorry you don't want to accept that we... forgive you. Most of us." Katsuki stated, hands in his pocket as he stepped up, looking like a spiky blob from Alisha's perspective.

"I- I did wrong things, and-" she couldn't continue, her voice locked in her throat as the explosive blob huffed.

Suddenly fingers passed along her eyes, soaking the tears with the movement. With her vision restored she saw Inko who was fighting off tears of her own yet still had that motherly smile. That motherly aura around her as she raised her tear-stained tissue to wipe the tear steaks on Alisha's skin.

She wasn't sure how she didn't felt her presence, but quickly summed it up as her control weakening.

"You weren't the only ignorant one, as an adult, a mother I should have addressed the limits in what we could do. I shouldn't have let you shoulder this on your own. I'm in the wrong as much as you are, so don't covet the blame to yourself only."

Still being hugged by the symbol of peace, and the adorable Eri, Alisha stopped crying, shivering ever so slightly as Inko's words seeped in. Although it wasn't enough as her eyes still held blame. Inko only joined in the hug as Alisha struggled to look down.

It wasn't as if she didn't trust the woman, somewhere inside her felt that every word she uttered was like a gospel, the truth. But this was also Mama Inko, as stern as she was, she was just too kindhearted.

Good at coming up with convincing reasons too.

Katsuki probably had a point, she can easily count how many people are willing to forgive her even after she shows how awful she treated them. UA's butterfly, Neijire, was proof of that. Her eyes trailed to the periwinkle fairy who showed no malice in her gaze.

Izuku would forgive her, Ochaco would, Tsu, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu would as well. Nearly all the students would willingly forgive her. Maybe too quickly, which was why she was stressing why they shouldn't forgive her so easily. Surprisingly the villains weren't showing any signs of malice or discomfort, which confused the girl even more. Expecting them to at least show some type of hostility.

"- Can't believe I'm saying this but the rabid leader is correct. You're trying too hard, have you forgotten that you apologized to us the moment you brought us here? Was that just for formality's sake?" Monoma inquired, peering at the girl who was now silent.

"Is it that you know we forgave you but you haven't forgiven yourself?"

"I-"

"Neito bud, you're going too far."

"I'm not, however, I cannot stand to see her blatantly lying to herself. What she's doing now is stalling."

...

"Yeah, you might be right. I tried apologizing earlier, before we transported, but chickened out at the last minute. I tried again when we arrived here, then in the kitchen, in the bedroom. But I couldn't! I was just too AFRAID, not if you all would forgive me, but if I'd forgive myself even after I apologize." She ranted, not noticing that the hug-circle was expanding.

"And you know what, I DON'T I feel so awful and disgusted with myself,"

"This place is physical proof that you are sorry, like what Mrs. Midoriya said, you aren't the only one to blame. We were too lenient, and caused you to feel overburdened." Hound Dog spoke, his voice calm as he parted through those that were hugging her, as if they were pillows and lifted the girl before encasing her in a hug.

"It hasn't been long since you overexerted yourself or woke up from fainting. Rest first, your mind is over-ridden in stress which is why you feel so frustrated."

"Rest."

At that word, Alisha decided to trust in him and close her eyes. Relaxing her tense figure she fell into a slumber.

"For the longest while I thought this was Karma for kidnapping that Bakugou kid from back then." Spinner admitted.

With their hostess asleep the guests looked at one another wondering what they should do next.

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"Mrs Bakugou and I made some pastries and dinner for those that are hungry." Sato revealed stepping away from the comfort circle.

"Ooh, does it have meat?" Mina questioned rising to her feet.

"We should take out some one-side for Alisha-san. After crying so much I'm sure she'll be hungry once she wakes up." Yaomomo analyzed as the teen stopped to look at the girl who was being carried to a bedroom by Hound Dog.

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"... guys, we all forgive her right?" Koda questioned stopping a few steps from the door. The prisoners shrugged as Kurogiri handed his drinking buddy (Nemuri) his wine glass.

"Of course we do."

"That should be obvious." Shinsou remarked, turning heel towards the dorms, there was a potential bed just waiting for him after all.

"... that's good."

A/N [2]:

Once again, sorry for the late upload. I hope this long chapter was enough to appease you all. 6428 words! And there was finally some movement in the story. Guess we have to 'thank' Machia for making a complete wreck of the last reaction room huh.

Be sure to let me know how you felt with the story progression. It isn't going to be all slander anymore.