It Happened Once in a Dream

Chapter 1

It was the day after the sports festival had officially concluded, and UA was the talk of the town. Millions had watched, whether from the stands or the comforts of their own home; and the end-results were definitely not what people had expected. People lost bets, people won bets. Others complained to their friends why the festival was rigged, why the festival was pointless, why, why, why. Then there were the people who didn't give a shit and just went home and carried on with their merry little lives. 

But there was one aspect that caught everyone's eyes... Class 1-A. No one had truly expected them to come out on top as they all did, and yet they completely blew away everyone's expectations. Yes, there were some classes that came close to the success of 1-A, but none of them could really hold a candle to them.

But none of this really mattered... what truly mattered was the fact that it was over and everyone got to go home. At least, Class 1-A really appreciated that fact. As they were all leaving class the next day, Kirishima boldly walked up to Bakugou.

"Hey, Bakugou!" Kirishima beamed, his smile wide.

"Whaddya want, Shitty Hair?" Bakugou replied, grimacing. 

"I-I just wanted to congratulate you on your success in the Sports Festival!" Kirishima replied, trying his hardest not to aggravate his friend. "Also, I wanted to know if you were doing anything tonight? A couple of us were wanting to go wander around town to... ya know, celebrate the sports festival!"

Bakugou only grunted in response, continuing to pack up his things. "Why would I want to go with you?"

Kirishima pretended to look offended, gasping. "Because it's me, bro!" Bakugou glared at him, causing Kirishima stop talking. 

Bakugou sighed, zipping his bag up. "If it's what you really want, Shitty Hair..."

"It's Kirishima, du-"

"Don't push it, Weird Hair." 

On the other side of the classroom, Midoriya was attempting to have the same conversation with Todoroki. 

"S-so Todo... Todoroki," Izuku gulped, "Some... some Sports Festival, huh?"

Todoroki just stared at Izuku, his expression cold.

"You... you, uh, you did a really good job?" Izuku began to feel himself cower under Todoroki's glare. 

"What do you want, Midoriya." Todoroki stated, matter of factly. He continued to stare straight into Izuku's eyes, watching him sweat nervously and stumble over his words.

"W-well, I, uh... I was just. I-I was just wonder-" 

"Spit it out, Midoriya."

"Well, a couple of us are just going out to celebrate the Sports Festival and I figured that you'd probably have nothing to do. And you know, if you have nothing to do, then you might want to have something to do, which would mean that you might want to join us. I mean, if you didn't want to join us, then that would be fine too. But, I mean-" Izuku began to spiral into a muttering vortex.

A feminine voice spoke out over Izuku, "Deku! You're muttering again!" Ochako lightly tapped Izuku on the shoulder, causing him to scream.

"O-oh, it's you Uraraka! Sorry about that." Deku began to blush wildly.

"No problamo, Deku. Happy to help!" Uraraka turned around and started walking towards the door.

"So, you want me to come with out with you and a couple of our classmates just to celebrate the Sports Festival being over?" Todorki asked, seemingly genuinely curious.

"Yes?" Izuku replied.

"Yeah sure." Izuku sighed with relief. "It's an excuse to get away from my old man for a couple of hours." Todoroki gave Izuku the closest thing to a smile.

Later that evening, Class 1-A gathered in front of one of the malls. "Thank you all for coming." Iida announced, fixing his glasses, "I wanted to take this as an opportunity to engage in some class bonding! And as yo-"

"We get it!" The class griped. 

Iida chuckled, taking this as an opportunity to announce that the 'Class 1-A Bonding' could officially begin. As people began to filter into the mall, Kirishima, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Izuku were left standing outside.

"So..." Kirishima began, "Shall we head inside?"

Bakugou didn't acknowledge Kirishima's question and just continued to glower at a terrified Izuku. Todoroki sat down in on one of the benches that were available, staring off into the distance.

Kirishima sighed, "I knew this was a mistake." He shook his head and ran a hand through his spiked up hair. "So, do you guys want to go inside or not?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind going on inside." Izuku replied, trying not to look Bakugou in the eyes. He slowly attempted to walk towards the entrance until a cold hand stopped him.

"Did you guys hear that?" Todoroki asked, getting up off of the bench with his hand still on Izuku's shoulder.

"Hear what, Half-n-Half." Bakagou griped, moving his glare to the red and white haired boy. Right then, a small scream was let out somewhere in the distance.

"That." Todoroki replied.

"Someone might be hurt!" Izuku removed Todoroki's hand off of his shoulder and looked towards one of the dark alleyways. "We should go and help them!" He looked back at the three behind him, a mutual agreement coming between them. Surprisingly even Bakugou seemed down with the idea. 

They all ran off blindly into the alleyway, nearly running into a group of people in the way. "Well, well, well!" A feminine voice spoke, her identity shrouded by darkness. "What do we have here?" 

"Can I kill them? Can I kill them, please?!" Another voice piped up, this one sounding more masculine than the first.

"No. Now that's not a polite way to greet these newcomers." The female voice replied and the other voice started to whimper. Todoroki took this opportunity to start a fire in his hand to get a better look around. In front of the boys was what looked like just a couple of street thugs. The female voice belonged to a slender woman. She was fairly tall, and her white hair flowed over her shoulders. The man behind her was taller almost by a whole head. His appearance was most shocking because his hands held two large meat cleavers, both splattered with blood.

"They're just a bunch of shitty thugs..." Bakugou huffed, explosions going off in his hands in attempt to threaten the pair.

The woman only laughed in response. "And where did you learn such language? Would you speak to your mother with that tongue?" She took a step towards the boys. "I'm so sorry that our introductions have had to be cut short."

"Cut the crap, bitch." Bakugou growled, the explosions becoming louder. "I'm not afraid to hurt a weak hag like you." 

She mock gasped, "Your mother really didn't teach you anything." The woman raised her hand towards Bakugou, a dark mist beginning to swirl around her hand. "Didn't you ever learn not to judge a book by its cover?" She flexed her hand, and the dark mist shot at the four boys, penetrating them all in the chest. Before the boys collapsed from shock, she added, "Have fun coming back from that..."