A black purplish mist formed in front of the fountain at USJ. It was thick and roiled around in the lighted area, darkening it with a smell of death.

Shota Aizawa pushed his goggles up his eyes just as the villains began spilling out. The students behind them were in a state of confusion and panic. They wondered whether it was an exercise, however their instincts which ran haywire told them otherwise.

"THIRTEEN, YOU PROTECT THE STUDENTS, I WILL FIGHT THESE VILLAINS!!!"

Eraserhead's shout cemented the doubt, turning it into a fact.

This was no stimulation.

They were being attacked by real villains.

The danger and horror the pro heroes went through everyday lay splayed in front of their eyes, hideous creatures rushing towards them, evil intent gleaming in their murderous eyes.

However, that wasn't all that was happening.

A man in the last part of his teenage strode out of the mist at the centre. A calcified hand covered his face, making it impossible to identify him with a name or a Quirk.

A boy strode out from behind him, a thin hand crisscrossed with scars going up to adjust his blood-red tie. Curly green hair formed a mop on top of his head, some unkempt clumps falling to his shoulders. He swept out bangs falling onto his forehead, revealing his face.

Katsuki Bakugo felt his breath hitch in his chest as he beheld the boy, who was the same age as him.

The same boy he had bullied for being Quirkless and worthless.

Izuku Midoriya's green eyes flashed as a cold smile lit up his face.

Ice and fire flashed out from behind him, from another boy, but Bakugo only had eyes for Deku in that moment.

"Did you miss me?"