Prologue

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Once he was sure there were no more students arriving, Aizawa let out a sigh, of course the kids that decided on arriving were the biggest troublemakers. Silently, Aizawa thanked god that this was just a simple team building exercise and didn't include any sort of fighting.

"Get on your costumes, we're heading outside to meet a guest that'll help us today. Follow me and don't take long", and with that, Aizawa left the room with six highschoolers following as they approached and entered the locker rooms.

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"Yo! Midoriya! Whaddya think sensei's got planned for us? Think it'll be some team battles?"

"I'm not sure Kirishima-kun, Aizawa sensei didn't say anything about it, he just had that same tired I'm-done-with-life look on his face he always does, but if I had to guess, it'll probably have to do with team building or trust building of some sort, since we've been focusing a lot on combat recently."

Before Eijiro could say well- anything, Iida rushed over, arm chopping through the air. "Midoriya! Kirishima! I must advise the both of you to stop chatting and finish changing into your hero attire! We will discover what sensei has planned for us soon!"

As much as Eijiro wanted to keep taking, he knew Iida was right, Mr. Aizawa has nearly zero tolerance for people who doddle, so to avoid being reprimanded by his teacher, Eijiro quickly finished dressing, and followed his other classmates outside.

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Honestly, Hitoshi isn't really sure why he came, he isn't in the hero course-well not yet at least and he isn't really acquainted with anyone here besides Midoriya, and he still doesn't really know anything about the guy. Looking around, he feels extremely out of place, the guy with red hair is appears to be having a very one sided conversation with the angry explosion guy, and the kid with engines in his legs, the girl with pink cheeks and a bob, the guy who's hair looks like the polish flag, and midoriya are all standing together, talking about who knows what. I'm front of everyone, is Aizawa and a lady with teal hair tied up in a bun who appears to be in her mid 30's early 40's.

"Okay, you guys can shut up now, this is Yu, she's going to be helping today with the exercise. Yu will explain her quirk and what we'll be doing to all of you, so listen, because neither me or her will be repeating ourselves, understood?"

With a nod, the lady-Yu, began. "Hello, as your teacher said, I'm Yu, and today you will have a bonding exercise, after today, we hope you students will better understand each other and as a result, work with one another better. My quirk is called Memory Lane, when I use it on a person, everyone within a 10 kilometer radius will be transported to the persons memory lane. In someone's memory lane, it will look like a path, and along that path, are scenes, or memories, that play out once you reach them. My quirk does not show that persons every memory, only the most important memories or the most life changing events."

Okay, we'll that's...interesting, and kinda terrifying. It will be interesting to see what his peers have experienced, but Hitoshi definitely does NOT want anyone seeing his most 'important memories' or whatever.

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What. The. Fuck. There is no way in hell that Katsuki will ever let any of these extras see his memories, there's shit he's done that he so desperately wants to forget, and having any of these losers know is not fucking happening.

Fuck that. "Yeah, no I think I'll pass. That's weird as hell and I don't want to see any of you losers pasts or whatever, I'm out."

"Oh come on Bakubro! It'll be fun! Plus we'll get to know eachother better!"

Is he serious? "No Fuck off shitty hai-" but before Katsuki could finish, a white cloth caught him.

"Sorry Bakugou, but since you came, your participation is mandatory, no arguments."

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Oh.

Oh no, what is he going to do? Shouto can't let anyone know about Endeavour, they'll want to do something and who knows how Endeavour will react, or worker they won't even care. Based off of what Aizawa just said, there's no getting out of this, fuck, he needs to think.

Shouto feels a warm hand on his shoulder and looks up-well slightly down, and sees Midoriya, with a concerned look.

"Hey, Todoroki? Are you alright? Wait no that was stupid you're not, duh. Well, we can go speak to Mr. Aizawa, I'm sure he'll understand!"

"I'm not quite sure what exactly we're talking about, but I wholeheartedly agree with Midoriya! Mr. Aizawa is extremely understanding and surely will listen to you'" Iida pipes in, chopping his hand.

"I second-er-no third that statement! I say we talk to Mr. Aizawa about what ever is troubling you! If you want Deku, Iida, or me to come with you we can! It's all up to you!"

With his friends' supportive gazes on him, a confidence that drained away comes flooding back. "Thanks, but I think I'm fine now", Midoriya already knew, maybe it was time someone else did.

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The feeling of dread pooled in his stomach as Izuku gave Todoroki a confident nod. Izuku knows that his childhood hasn't been the best, so he's worried for Todoroki, but surprisingly, Izuku is worried for himself. He does not want anyone to know about his lack of a quirk, or lack of a good dad, or lack of-well he could go on.

Izuku's thoughts were interrupted as a voice spoke out, "Alright, would anyone like to go first?"

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