It was a nice Tuesday morning, well, nice according to one annoyingly optimistic Koro-sensei. Karma disagreed. The sky was overcast, the air was annoyingly humid, making his clothes stick to his skin, and the air smelled of trouble, and not the fun kind. The only upside he could think of was a lack of the stupid pampering from a certain octopus, but that would change as soon as Koro-sensei realized he had fucked with the food he had left in the teachers lounge.

"Karma! Are you okay? You've been zoning out more than usual today." His blue haired companion asked.

"Huh? Yeah, today just feels like it's gonna be an annoying day." Karma answered.

"I see what you mean, and I'm pretty sure Karasuma does too. He's been a little more on edge today." Nagisa added.

The two friends sat talking for a while, watching the sporadic, yet colourful leaves flitting past their noses. Of course, there was the constant thought of killing their teacher, going through their minds, this was their duty after all.

Communally, class 3E came up with the plan to have an attempt a day, even if it was a small one. Today was one such plan. During independent study, Kaede, Sugino, and Nagisa would distract Koro-Sensei with questions. Karma was to "leave" to go to the washroom, and, when at their teacher's six and take a stab at the octopus' heart.

That was the plan at least. However, a flash of light encased the classroom of 3-E, but, as they were taught, follow through is the most important when it comes to assassination. As such, Karma didn't stop, reflexively shutting his eyes to protect them as he swung.

He felt his rubber knife hit his target, only to feel it bend. He opened his eyes, and instead of seeing the worn down classroom he was used to, he saw a white, expensive looking one. "Shit." He mumbled as he noticed he had his knife up to the throat of a terrified blond haired boy and twenty sets of eyes on him. He took a step back, preparing an excuse for his strange arrival when fabric wrapped around him.

"I'm not really into being on the receiving end of bondage, and I'm kind of a minor, so if you could let me go, that would be great." Karma said sarcastically.

"Not until you tell me who you are, and why you are here holding your toy knife up to my student." A tired voice behind him demanded.

"I was doing some . . . training with my . . . dad who has a military background. I don't know how but I somehow appeared here and your student was just unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of my rubber knife." Karma lied.

"Now Karma, what have I told you about lying?" The 'damned octopus' lectured.

The original inhabitants of the white classroom jumped into fighting stances, poised to attack the yellow creature in a scholarship robe. Binding cloth released the red-head and was fired towards the other intruder. Mach twenty easily evaded the cloth.

"Come on Teach, there's got to be an exception when you're trying to keep certain things from coming to light!" Karma pointed out.

"Yeah," a third intruder, Nagisa, agreed.

Koro-sensei began to sputter excuses about how lying was the number one cause of misinformation. Karma looked toward Nagisa, ignoring the useless lecture of their always right teacher.

"Where are we?" Nagisa asked

"Great Question!" Karma replied sarcastically and exasperatedly, "I don't know! Why don't you ask the octopus if he has any idea or if he has a textbook on what to do if you're transported to a weird place where certain people have extra arms, a bird head, or..." Karma looked to his right, where he saw a pink skinned student. "A crippling cosplay addiction!"

"Hey!" Said student whined.

"Teach!" Karma yelled, only to get ignored as he continued his tangent. "This is why Karasuma is my favourite." Karma muttered, staring right into the yellow teacher's eyes.

"Karasuma! How dare you try to steal the hearts of my students! I'm supposed t-" the octopus was then interrupted by the redhead. "Nagisa has a question."

"Where are we?" Nagisa asked again with a sigh.

"Very valid question Nagisa," Koro-sensei praised.

He grabbed his two students and made for the back of the room, of course, at mach twenty.

The school intercom blared to life.

"Could I get staff and students from Kunugigaoka to my office please? Feel free to ask UA staff and students for help navigating."

The tired black-haired teacher sighed. "I assume that's you three? Iida and Kaminari will take you."

A tall dark-haired student and the blonde victim from earlier stood up.

"Greetings!" The dark-haired, glasses wearing one spoke. "I am Iida Tenya, and this is Kaminari Denki!"

The blonde one, Kaminari, visibly stiffened. Being trained assassins, Karma and Nagisa picked up on this immediately. Karma inwardly grinned, stepping forward and throwing an arm over the blonde's shoulders.

"Sorry about earlier, no hard feelings right? Though, you would make a great target. Want to join me for practice sometime?" Karma teased.

"Sorry about him, he's always like this, you have no idea how many times he's tried to get me in a skirt to 'fish for perverts and delinquents.'" Nagisa complained.

Content with leaving Karma and Nagisa with the traumatised blonde, Koro-sensei turned to Iida. "I greatly appreciate your guidance! Please, lead the way!"

"I mean no offence to you when I say this but I don't feel comfortable leaving those two with Kaminari, last time someone scared him, he accidentally short circuited the power for the whole school." Iida cautioned.

Koro-sensei's once jaundice-yellow flesh turned asphyxiation-purple in shock.

"Short . . . Circuited?" He quivered out.

Iida shrugged off this colour changing phenomenon, knowing his quirk-loving, broccoli-haired friend would love to hear about it later.

"Yes," Iida replied. "His quirk is Electrification, meaning he can fire off electricity. Mine is Engine, it allows me speed in my legs for running and kicking."

"Quirk? Electrification? Engine?" Many such questions left the now, seemingly permanently purple octopus. Iida tried to answer them but it appeared that Koro-sensei was too confused to understand; or listen.

Upon arriving at their destination, Nagisa began to try to pull Karma off of Kaminari, whose life appeared to be flashing before his eyes. Iida soon joined in, but when he noticed Kaminari about to sneeze, he backed off, taking a confused Nagisa with him. Seconds later, electricity exploded through the hallway, and doors closed, bots surrounding them.

"Principal Nezu sir! It's Iida. Could you send the bots away? The electricity was Kaminari, again." He sighed. "We've brought three people, I think, from Kunugigaoka. Kaminari and I must return to class now."

Kaminari let out a sigh as he walked past the terrifying red haired kid, who was barely saved from the blast by their freakish yellow teacher. He didn't mind the blue-haired hottie much, especially when compared to his companions. Actually, there was something about the feminine kid he really liked. Without his knowledge, a blush tinted his cheeks while he thought of Nagisa's thoughtfulness and gentleness.

Now waiting alone in the recently electrified hallway, the three from Kunugigaoka waited, hearing the slight sound of shuffling and murmuring from behind the door. They glanced at each other with a shrug, each slightly on edge. However, when the door opened and made way for a white, rodent-looking creature, tension made way for confusion. The confusion grew to shock as the rodent began to speak.

"Greetings Koro-sensei and students! I am Nezu, the principal of this school. Please come in." He spoke, his voice high in pitch. "I've been made aware of your predicament by Karasuma here."

The seasoned agent sat in front of the principal's desk, sipping tea given to him by the rodent principal.

"From what I've assessed, you four are from an alternate world or dimension. This was most likely caused by a quirk in this dimension, for that, I apologise." Nezu bowed an apology before clambering into his seat, much like a toddler would do, and interlocking his paw-pad-clad fingers.

Karasuma nodded. "The moon is whole, that alone is proof enough that we're not in our Japan anymore."

Nezu mentally thanked the stoic man, while also taking mental notes on the mystery arrivals. After seeing what happened in the classroom from nearly microscopic surveillance cameras, the rodent saw the four 'intruders' as wildcards. While he trusted Karasuma enough, he couldn't get a read of the octopus-man, who was now back to his regular jaundice-yellow.

"Allow me to explain our world." Nezu started.

He explained to the four that, in this world, quirks were like genetic superpowers. As a result, supervillains and superheroes were rampant. This school, UA trained superheroes, among other things. The class they'd 'spawned' into, was one such class. Of course, there were those born without quirks and quirks could appear as physical or otherwise.

"Now, I have a proposal. Seeing as it appears your students are well trained in combat, why don't we enroll them in our hero programme? I can assure you no harm will come to them in any way here, in fact, I feel one of you is already finding enjoyment here." He said, his gaze fixated on Karma. "However, seeing as you two . . . adults, need a way to support yourselves, I shall employ you two as teacher assistants. I can also get you all lodgings and identification for your time in our world." Nezu proposed. "We have been in the makings of dormitories for a short while with plans to have students move in two terms from now. Moving you guys in right away should be no problem though!"

Koro-sensei and Karasuma exchanged a look, seeming to be telepathically communicating. After a short while, Karasuma nodded.

"Thank you Principal Nezu, we are indebted to you." Karasuma bowed.

Nezu smiled. "I'm glad! Now, I will have uniforms brought to the change room. Our two newest students have class after all! You two will be in class 1-A, the very class you're acquainted with. They are just about to start their first hero-training class with Japan's number one hero, All-Might. Please make your way to the change rooms and then to Ground Beta, I will let the staff know. Koro-sensei and Karasuma, please remain here. I will debrief you on our school and your new positions."

Nagisa and Karma were handed maps of the grounds before they left, practically shoved out of the room by the animal that was a third the size of them.

"Feels like a comic book or a fever dream." Karma remarked.

Nagisa nodded as he unfolded the map. "This school is huge! How many training grounds does one high school need?" Nagisa exclaimed.

"I don't know, and frankly, I don't care. I just want to see what this class is all about." Karma grinned sadistically as they closed in on the change room.

"Nagisa, where do you think you're going?" Karma asked, his amusement palpable.

"The change room? We have class to get to." Nagisa asked, confused.

"I am too, but you aren't supposed to be in this change room though."

"Karma, I'm a boy, I'm supposed to be here."

"No. You're supposed to go into that one." Karma snickered, pointing to a door in between the male and female change room that said Shiota Nagisa Change Room

"I just got here and I already have to deal with this?!" Nagisa whined.

"Aww, is the wittle baby upset? Your little temper tantrum is gonna make us late." Karma teased.

"Fine! I'll meet you in Ground Beta." Nagisa pouted as he walked into his personal change room.

As Nagisa changed into his uniform, he realised there had been some well-placed padding, giving him the appearance of growing breasts. He rolled his eyes, but he still put the uniform on.

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"Sorry we're late, sir! We're supposed to join this class." Nagisa called

"We have already drawn lots for the exercise." All-Might started. "But we could always redo that so our new students are included."

"No need, Antennae sir! Why don't we have a few students do a second battle with us! I'm sure a student or two would love to do a second battle with us." Karma suggested before walking over to Kaminari.

"I'm sure Sparky here would love to fight us!" He announced before leaning into Kaminaris ear. "It would be the perfect chance to show off and impress a certain goth girl and blue haired . . . cutie." Karma suggested quietly.

"I would love to!" Kaminari announced, moments later, he realised what he had done and shrunk in on himself.

"I'm sure with your electrification quirk being so wide range and versatile you're one of the best in your class!" Karma off-handedly commented.

"Dunce face is a small fry! All-Might! Let me show them what true strength is! I'll beat them to a bloody pulp!" Bakugo yelled, small firecracker explosions erupting from his palms.

"Can I join as well? Someone has to keep Bakugo in line." Kirishima asked.

"Of course! We would love to have you!" Karma grinned, cockily.

All-Might raised a brow, concerned. "Are you sure, young Akabane and Shiota? For a first battle, uneven numbers may set you up for failure."

Karma laughed. "We'll be fine, it's not our first fight, we have the yellow octopus as a teacher so it should be okay, also there was the gang during vacation, and those guys who poisoned our class."

1-A looked at the unknown assassins in confused and silent shock. Only when All-Might coughed, did the silence break.

"Ah– alright. You two go get warmed up. As you two are new and quirkless, I'll let you go last to let you observe and converse with your new classmates." The number one hero stuttered.

"Uhh, All-Might sir?" Nagisa spoke from a corner. "Seeing as Karma and I are uhh – quirkless, could he and I use something like tranquilliser guns, needles, and maybe small knives? Of course only one of them would be fine. We– we've been trained in all manner of combat and weapons."

All-Might's smile grew tense and forced. What have these kids been learning? He thought.

"Well, I suppose so," All-Might considered. "You two are quirkless after all. I will message Nezu about this matter. Teams A and D, please head to your designated building."

He pushed a few buttons on a screened console and a drawer opened up revealing all the asked for weapons.

Nagisa bowed, heading to retrieve his team's tools.

"Thank you, All-Might sir!" He beamed.

Karma and Nagisa congregated in the corner, trying to stay out of view of the rest of their class. Unfortunately, all eyes were on them. Nagisa turned to his friend, a strained smile across his face.

Slowly, a short boy approached Nagisa's back, hands extended.

"Don't even think about it," Nagisa growled, back still facing the boy. He, like a moron, continued thinking about it, hands slowly reaching for Nagisa's padded chest. Without batting an eyelash, Nagisa grabbed the boy's wrist and forced him to the floor, putting a knee in the small of his back to prevent him from getting up again.

"Dominating, I like that." Mineta thirsted. A look of disgust grew on Nagisa's face.

"Karma." Nagisa called sweetly. "I know you have your . . . care package with you. Would you like to use it? I know you've been dying to use it again." He suggested.

"Nagisa, I've been waiting for you to ask!" Karma exclaimed like a significant other who was just proposed to. He pulled some vials out of seemingly nowhere before calling out. "Ladies, do any of you have rope or handcuffs? I'm planning on teaching this diaper baby the wrath of god." Momo then walked towards Karma, eyes glowing with amusement as she pulled a pair of pink handcuffs, and coarse, pink rope out of her cleavage.

"Would I be considered an accomplice if I gave you these?" She asked, obvious enjoyment and self-preservation-based-concern on her face.

Karma's smirk widened. "Just tell them I made you do it."

With that, Karma hogtied the pervert and set to work, applying many different spices and pastes to the various exposed orifices of Mineta's body, leaving him a swollen, painful mess. All-Might, having not gone over situations like this in training, turned a blind eye to the screams of his student.

"I guess," Nagisa started, trying to get back to the task at hand. "We'll be heroes and assassins?"

Karma snickered. "I'm already saving future females, so I guess so. Now let's get ready to show these poor souls a bloodbath."

Anti-sensei-loaded pistols, revolvers, and knives left hidden holsters, making a small pile in the corner. Karma scribbled out a quick note, leaving it atop their pile before the two equipped with the given weapons.

"Got any extra rounds? I've only got four shots for my Taurus 905 and six in my Beretta 92FS." Nagisa analysed.

There it is. Karma thought. The switch is flipped.

Karma scrutinised their supplies. "Only enough to top us off plus one full reload each. Sucks that we only have a fifteen mag size on the pistols. The kickback on the Taurus is going to be awful. I can feel my shoulders aching already."

Nagisa smelled and licked one of the needles before spitting it out into the trash.

"Sweet!" He exclaimed. "Tipped with a paralyzer! It's a shame though, only going to work for 2 minutes- Wait! Four of them are tipped with a paralyzer that'll work for an hour!"

They began stocking their guns with ammo, storing the extra in a spare magazine. The needles sat in wrist holsters, the coated tips covered, so as to not prick themselves. They both sighed in disappointment when they discovered the knives had been dulled enough to not cut flesh. Fortunately, the knives could still bruise or anchor clothing to a wall. Karma did, however, appreciate the balance of the blade, even considering asking to have it sharpened.

The two assassins now sat in their corner, polishing their blades to a mirror shine, while the rest of the class that remained in the observation room stared in silent horror. Unanimously, the students of 1-A decided they were terrifying. Maybe not unanimously, Kaminari stared at Nagisa in wonder, his small crush growing. He's so hot, Kaminari thought.

With round one finally over, the entirety of the class, minus the green-haired Midoriya, gathered around All-Might and the screen for critiques and pointers. A tall girl with black hair and a revealing costume, Momo Yaoyorozu, was the first to respond with a nearly perfect critique.

"Midoriya and Bakugo made it too personal, particularly Bakugo." Karma examined. "By reading their posture, body language, and their lips, you could clearly ascertain that they have quite a history. Kind of like the ex lovers in really crappy drama movies." Bakugo began to scowl at that comment, hands firing off mini explosions. Karma ignored him and continued "Since the two were supposed to be playing hero and villain for your future profession, personal feelings should have stayed out of it. Of course more violence from the villain side is to be expected in the role. Iida played his role well, albeit stiffly and unconvincing, he did plan things out better than a certain blond." Bakugo got in position to lunge, but All-Might's hand on his shoulder and the look of pure fear he had on his face as he pointed to one traumatised Minoru Mineta in the corner made him second guess his decision. "Uraraka relied too much on her partner and quirk. When going into this line of work, one must be ready to rely on themself in a pinch and have a backup plan in case your partner dies or becomes incapacitated. Personally, seeing as Bakugo's attention was wholly on Midoriya, I would have used the opportunity to hit the pressure-points to knock him unconscious. That way, both me and my teammate only have one opponent. Lastly, no one should be on a battlefield if the only way they can help is by injuring themselves. That just leads to more work for the others."

But, they weren't even looking at the screen! Many in the room thought.

All-Might sputtered many a thing, trying to seem like an intelligent teacher, however, the young Akabane gathered more than even he was able to deduce. Surely, they were placed in this class as prodigies, trained from birth to be the world's first quirkless heroes. Quickly trying to save himself from disgrace, All-Might decided to do the debriefing at the end of all the battles, saying it was to 'allow everyone to make and form their own deductions for the debriefing at the end'.

With that, the rounds progressed rather quickly. With each passing round, Nagisa and Karma grew all the more confident in their abilities. Class 1-A were . . . noobs. So when it came time for Karma and Nagisa to fight, they felt more than ready. They made for their starting post while the three 'villains' became acquainted with their 'base.'

"So," Nagisa began, giving Karma a sly glance. "What's the plan? Considering how smug you look I'm assuming you've already thought of something."

"I hope you like ninjas," Karma chuckled, his eyes shining mischievously. "Because it's time for some LARPing."

"That was lame." Nagisa deadpanned.

The two discussed their plans, taking it seriously even though the gap in experience made it feel like they were fighting toddlers.

That wasn't the only plan to be discussed. Bakugo stood in quiet fury, already about to explode. Kaminari and Kirishima, attempting to talk about a way, any way, to take down their opponents who wield guns, and sharp things. The walking-talking ticking time bomb was nervous, who wouldn't be! All-might's eyes were full of fear when he glanced at them! Despite that, his emotions made him furious; nervousness was for extras, he was supposed to become number one! Kaminari and Kirishima were nervous too, of course, however, they were trying to work through it. Talking with their ill-trained, pomeranian-of-a-friend wasn't going to get them anywhere, they'd learned. As such, they devised a plan between the two of them. Kaminari would act as a long-range, widespread attacker in the back, aiming to paralyse their opponents, hopefully without going stupid again. Kirishima would act as a middle man, hardening his body occasionally to both limit any piercing attacks, and to act as a shield in case their front horse, Bakugo needed it. The plan could work, if the angry blond chose to stay with them, but his lack of communication made him a wild card.

When the alarm signalling the start of the match went off, a very irritated Bakugo stood in front of his team's fake bomb, his arms crossed over his chest and his face set in a permanent scowl. His teammates couldn't help but be glad he hadn't gone off on his own like he did to his last unfortunate teammate, but his obviously foul mood was putting them on edge.

"Uh, Bakugo," Kaminari stammered nervously. "Do we actually have a plan?"

"Of course we do, Dunce-face!" Bakugo roared back. "They have to defeat us or touch the bomb in order to win! That means that they will eventually have to come here, where we'll fight them!"

"That's actually some pretty solid logic Bakugo, I wouldn't call it a plan, but good thinking!" Kirishima praised.

Silently, Kaminari and Kirishima sent thanks to whatever deity existed for making Bakugo slightly more agreeable and easier to work with.

"Don't treat me like an idiot, you idiot!" Bakugo huffed, glaring at the red head.

Kirishima held his hands up in defence. "Calm down dude, I meant it as a compliment! Well, mostly."

Bakugo opened his mouth to retort but stopped, his body jumping in surprise as the sound of slow, condescending claps reverberated around the open room. Bakugo, Kaminari, and Kirishima all watched as Karma sauntered into the room, clapping slowly with a cocky smirk plastered across his face. All three boys got into a fighting stance, but despite their obvious hostility Karma remained calm, ignoring his holstered weapons and continuing to clap.

"Where's the girly one?" Bakugo snarled, his irritation multiplying with every clap.

In the observation room, each and every person had their eyes glued to the screens. It was like Nagisa disappeared into thin air, but they both lacked quirks, right?

"Nagisa is a pro when it comes to infiltration," a deep voice sounded from behind the group, causing everyone to jump. "Check the outside cameras."

All-might pulled up the drone footage and few stationary cameras stationed outside the building. All footage from those cameras came up with a blue screen saying 'connection lost.'

The man smiled. "The kids know infiltration. When infiltrating, it's important that any means to track you are cut off. Cameras, even government or high security cameras can be tapped. Therefore, taking them out is smart."

The man's eyes widened and he turned to the class and All-might. "Greetings, I am Karasuma, another teacher's assistant of sorts. I've been tasked with helping with training and physical exercise. Sorry I'm late, I had to distract Koro-sensei. He decided he wanted to visit Canada for some authentic poutine. Didn't want another worldwide panic over a potential UFO going mach twenty, so I reminded him of his broke status in this world and suggested a different passtime. Apparently, there are many female heroes in Japan so he's now making a scrapbook of all his favourites to get them to sign."

"If the pervert wasn't still shaking in the corner, I bet he would've offered to help. I've seen things that would scare even the devil in his bag." Jiro shuddered.

"I assume the shaking was Karma's fault, I apologise for that, unless Nagisa instigated it, because then he probably deserved it. Oh! Sorry for distracting you all, things are about to pick up. I'd suggest you all focus on the match now." Karasuma stated

Karma finally ceased his sarcastic applause, grinning. "I told Nagisa to hang back, I figured I could handle this on my own."

"You're gonna regret that," Bakugo growled, crouching down. "Don't underestimate me!"

Kirishima and Kaminari both lunged forward to hold their teammate back, but it was too late. Bakugo sprang forward, his palms crackling like fireworks as he darted at Karma. Karma casually dodged the attack, slipping behind a nearby pillar and causing Bakugo's attack to destroy said pillar. Concrete dust and debris went flying causing Bakugo to squint and rub his arm across his eyes.

While Bakugo's vision was obstructed Karma took the opportunity to strike, landing a solid kick to his opponent's stomach, forcing him back. Bakugo charged again, blind with rage as his teammates watched, unsure of what to do.

"That was some cheap trick you pulled!" Bakugo screeched, launching a volley of explosive attacks.

Once again, Karma dodged his attacks by dancing around the large concrete pillars scattered throughout the room, sending even more dust and debris into the air.

"Aww, is the little baby mad I pulled a cheap trick?" Karma asked, snickering as he continued to evade Bakugo. "Let me teach you a lesson that might save your life one day! There are no cheap tricks. In a real fight, anything goes. There are winners and there are losers, simple as that."

"Shut up and fight me!" Bakugo yelled, destroying more of the walls, floor, and support pillars as he chased after Karma.

"You're really not worth my time," Karma shrugged, easily avoiding an explosion aimed at his face. "Especially if you haven't realised what's happening yet."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Karma simply smirked, disappearing into the massive cloud of dust that Bakugo created.

Bakugo frantically looked for any signs of the cocky teenager, but being alone had made him remember something else; he has a team. So where the hell did they go?

"Oi! Where did you idiots go?!" Bakugo shouted into the dust cloud.

A calm and cool voice responded from right behind him, so close he could feel their breath on his neck. Suddenly, it felt as if a snake had coiled itself around him, fangs dripping in venom.

"All of you let your guard down."

Something sharp pricked his neck and Bakugo went limp, his body crashing to the ground. A few seconds passed and the dust finally cleared, revealing the shadow of Karma, who stood behind him. Nagisa, crouched next to the fake bomb, carefully removing a metal panel that would presumably reveal the igniter, along with the rest of Bakugo's team, tied and gagged. Deftly, Karma tied and gagged Bakugo.

"The paralysing agent came in handy," Nagisa remarked, then adding onto his statement. "But it might have been a little overkill, we probably could have ended this with our knives and some hand to hand combat."

"How disappointing," Karma sighed, shaking his head. "For a bunch of wannabe heroes this was an underwhelming fight . . . Can I even call it a fight? I didn't even get to try out the guns they gave us! I bet they sound so pretty too!"

A sadistic grin grew on Karma's face.

"Nagisa?" he cooed. "Can I try out these guns on our captives?"

Nagisa's brow furrowed disapprovingly and he shook his head.

"Unfortunately, I think we'd get punished for that." Nagisa sighed. "What about if, after we disarm the bomb, we try them out on each other? I've been meaning to strengthen my resistance to tranquilisers."

Karma nodded in agreement and the two got to work.

"Why'd they use a Standard American AN-M56? It's such an outdated model." Karma criticised, his eyes carefully analysing the bomb.

Nagisa shrugged. "Probably because it's easily identifiable as a bomb. Wait, they don't even have an igniter? With how expansive their budget seems, they should have the ability to make these things believable!"

"At least we can disassemble it without worry. If we can get a large enough hole in it, even if the powder is ignited, the expanding hot air has somewhere to escape. The building is also made of concrete so there's no chance of it burning down." Karma observed aloud.

Nagisa nodded, unfurling some thin cable from a coil on a hidden belt. Karma and Nagisa set for manually sawing at the bomb with the cable, chatting amicably to one another, all while Bakugo and friends lay paralyzed on the ground in front of them, confused, paralyzed, and in awe.

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Medeis note:

Hello! Thank you so much for reading our first chapter! In case anyone was curious, this chapter has 4997 words! I can guarantee, if it was just one or two of us, it most likely wouldn't be nearly as long. Chapter 2 is underway, however, we don't know how long it will be until we are comfortable enough to upload it. We'll keep people updated on our profile as to when we feel Chapter 2 will be released!