In Loving Memory

Is This a Problem? I'm Not Sure

Mitsuki replied quickly. Sure. I have something I've been wanting to talk about for a while, too. They set a time and Inko was left alone with her thoughts.

Somewhere across the city in a boba tea shop, Izuku Midoriya ran through the doors (literally) and found Nana Shimura sipping on some boba. "Cutting it a little close, aren't we?" Nana said.

"I know, and bad news first, I couldn't hold together being visible to All Might long enough to tell him about the USJ attack."

"What?!" Nana jumped to her feet.

"I know it sounds bad, but I have good news."

"What news is that?"

"I am all rested and can tell one of the teachers about the planned attack."

"Well, go then! Don't wait for me, go! They're leaving soon!" Nana shooed Izuku out of the building, and he ran as fast as he could to the U.A building a few minutes down the road. He arrived just as homeroom was starting and rushed to the teacher's lounge. Somebody had to be there. All Might, maybe. He arrived in the teacher's lounge only to find nobody. All Might wasn't here yet. Izuku ran to class 1-A, intending to appear and tell everyone about the attack.

He then scrapped the idea. He would just be scaring everyone, and nobody would listen. Eraserhead might think he was a villain, and Katsuki and Ochako might be too shocked to speak up. A second idea came to mind. He went into the class and walked to Aizawa's desk, and while everyone was chatting with each other and Eraserhead had left to get something from another class, Izuku grabbed a pencil and scrawled a message on one of the papers on his desk. It was quick this time. Villains are going to attack the USJ. Do not take the class there. Once Izuku set the pencil down, Eraserhead came back in the room and readied for a lesson.

Something on his desk caught Eraserhead's attention. He looked down, finding the message. His eyebrows furrowed. It wasn't very big, just a quick something scrawled in the margins of the answer sheet of the test he was going to hand out at the end of the week. However, despite being on his desk, it wasn't in his handwriting. He picked up the paper. "Did any of you come up to my desk?" he asked.

Iida, the blue-haired kid, piped up first. "No, sir," he said sharply. "I was watching this class closely, nobody went up."

"Hm. Okay. Stay here, I have something to talk about with somebody." Eraserhead left the room, carrying the answer sheet. Izuku smiled. Mission accomplished. He followed Eraser, who ended up at the principal's office. Eraserhead knocked on the door, and a squeaky voice invited him to come in. He opened the door to a rat-bear-mouse-something, who just so happened to be the principal.

"Aizawa, how nice to see you. What brings you to my office in the middle of class?"

"I think I got an anonymous tip." He set the sheet of paper on Nezu's desk. The principal picked up the sheet of paper and studied it with curiosity.

"This is quite worrying," Nezu murmured.

"Should we reschedule the training exercise?"

"For everyone's safety, it seems to be the best option," the principal mused. "But we don't know if this is accurate or who it came from."

"I think we should change it to tomorrow, or later in the day. Or, at the very least, we should send more heroes."

"That does sound like a good idea. What if we sent the class but with a host of heroes? If somebody really is going to attack the USJ, they'd be protected. But, if there ends up being no attack, the students would still get the experience they need." Izuku panicked. He knew for a fact that villains were coming to attack, and these were untrained kids like him. He could appear to Nezu and Eraserhead, but there was no guarantee they wouldn't get scared or set off alarms thinking he was a villain.