I was ecstatic. Today was the day I taught a class at U.A.. I dressed in a suit, something I might regret wearing, but I looked badass so it didn't matter. I had debated on dragging out the box in the back of closet, but eventually decided against it. I walked on the drive to the campus, looking around and reminiscing.

I thought about the students, the teenagers, the upcoming hero's that I would be helping train today. Would they like me? Will I scare them? While they know who I am? Who am I kidding, I was missing for a week, and according to Uraraka I was the eight o'clock news practically every night I was gone. Of course they know who I am at this point.

I had nothing with me except sunglasses (which I never wore), my phone and my I.D. I had on heavy shoes that clicked as I walked, making me look like a business women.

I approached the gates and saw Mirio standing outside, toddling on his feet. He was looking around, whistling.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, waving my hands. He looked over at me, smiling.

"You're here!" He said. We fell in step with each other, Mirio flashing his access card at the guard, the gates opening.

"So, you excited?" He asked as we entered the building.

"Ecstatic. I've never taught a class before. And I get to meet the next generation of hero's! God, it's just so exciting." I said, grinning.

"I'm glad you're excited. Do you need a change of clothes?" He asked, gesturing to my suit.

"Oh no, I'll be just fine. I do have a few questions for you though." I said, lowering my glasses a bit to look at him.

"Shoot!" He smiled at me, eyes twinkling through his visor.

"Alright, stellar." I put my sun glasses back up and looked around.

"So what do they call you? Your students?" I asked.

"They call me Mirio-Sensei. That reminds me, I have a student who's mute, it's part of his quirk. When you ask him a question, look above his head, his words appear there. So be aware of that." He explains.

"Interesting." I said, tapping my chin. "Can he touch them? Like use them as weapons?"

"That's exactly what his quirk is. Are you just good at guessing or did you do your research?" He teased as he reached for the door handle of Classroom 3-A. He pushed it open, revealing the room I never made it to.

"Wow." I said in awe, walking slowly around the room. My hand grazed a few desks, the tips of fingers cold against the service. "I never got far enough at U.A. to come here. God, being back in a classroom takes me back." Mirio chuckled.

"I'm sure." We were both silent and he let me have my moment. This was what I never had. This is what Tomura deprived me of. I could have been what my mother and father wanted. I sighed, done feeling sorry for myself.

"So another question." I said, turning to face Mirio, taking my glasses off. "How much can I scare them?"

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The students filed in one by one, taking their seats. They stared up with tired yet excited eyes at their teacher, who stared right back.

"Mirio-Sensei?" Asked a girl with long blonde hair that curled at the ends.

"Yes?" He asked, peeking up at her words.

"I don't mean to be rude, but shouldn't the lesson start soon?" She asked, looking up at him.

"The lesson has already started." Said a voice from the back of the room. Every head in the room whipped around to look at the person that belonged to the voice.

What they found was not a pro hero as they expected, but a woman wearing a business suit. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, one ankle over the other. She looked down at her arms, but you could see the shades on her face.

She slowly lifted her head, pushing off from the wall. Keeping her arms crossed, she slowly stalked up the aisle of desks. The click of her shoes made the kids in the room drip with sweat.

She was intimidating.

She reached the front desk where Mirio was. By now, he had moved to a seat beside the desk, sitting back and watching.

"Who am I?" She asked, removing her sunglasses and hooking them on to the front of her blazer.

The kids just stared back at her.

"Well? Does anyone know? It's alright if you don't."

"(L/N) (Y/N), Head Detective of the Musutafu District." Said the blonde from before, squeezing her eyes shut from regret.

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" (L/N) exclaimed, making the blonde look up. "Class rep, right? What's your name?"

"Asa Miki ma'am." She responded. How did she know she was class rep?

"Drop the ma'am, we don't have that large of an age gap. Thank you though." The woman started walking up and down the aisles, watching all the students.

"So this is the next generation of hero's?"

"This is them." Mirio said, leaning back and smiling.

(L/N) smiled at the class.

"They'll be wonderful." She nodded to herself, getting her plan to gather in her head. "As Asa stated, I am (L/N) (Y/N), Head Detective. I've been invited by your Sensei to come teach you a few things. You can just call me (L/N), no need for formalities. So, as for what I'm teaching you. Can anyone define the word 'distraction' for me?" She asked, smiling at the class.

"Boobs." Said a boy from the back, his feet propped up on a desk, end of his pen in between his teeth as he smirked at the detective.

"No, that would be an example. A very good example." (L/N) said, not skipping a beat. The boy stared at her in shock as the class erupted in laughter.

"What's your name?" She asked the boy.

"Kasai Yuudai." He said in awe.

"Well, since Kasai over here is a pervert that can't define words, can anyone tell me the definition of 'distraction?'" The class erupted in laughter once again.

"Distraction. Something that diverts attention." A boy said from the front row. The detective turned to look at him, eyes immediately drawn to his pixie-like wings.

"Good." She said nodding at him and smiling. He smiled back, nodding. "Merriam-Webster says 'distraction; noun. Something that distracts; an object that directs one's attention away from something else.' And that is what we're learning about today. When I say distraction, what do you think of?"

"Bank heist!" A girl yells.

"Elaborate." The woman said to the girl, encouraging her.

"Well, you need a distraction to occupy the guards while someone else goes to the vault." She explains, looking rather nervous. Her pupils looked like black paint splatters against her rainbow irises.

"Perfect, that's a beautiful example!" The detective exclaimed. The girl flushed out of embarrassment.

"Distractions are important in fights, in a similar manner that they are important in bank heists. But today, you'll use distractions in close-range combat." The detective explained. She looked out over the twenty teenagers in front of her. They all looked up at her in amazement, hooked by her speech.

"I hope you're all in the mood to scream."

Hello!

Me: *drops my Discord, not thinking anything of it*

You guys: Hey, I just wanted to say that you're a great author!

Me:

I hope you guys are aware that you are all baby and I love you.

Fun fact: When All Might first met (Y/N) and learned about what she can do with her quirk, he was amazed. Then, when he learned about her ability to transfer quirk files, he worried she would become like All for One, and obsess over power. Once he saw how much she truly wanted to be hero though, his worries disappeared, because he knew she was destined for heroism.

I had a lot of fun writing this plot point 😳😳

Over and out.