“Be warned, this list of names is most foul.” Nedzu said as he slowly unlocked a vault.

The other teachers had been interested in the vault that Nedzu kept near his desk. They got obssesed with talking about what was in it. The only person who never cared was Aizawa.

But eventually they asked Nedzu, and they recieved.

“Do you ever wonder why I give Aizawa full total control to do whatever he wants whenever he wants?” He asked as he looked at the vault.

“…I just assumed that you trusted him?”

“I assumed he was too lazy and was always manipulated.”

“You’re all wrong.” Aizawa walked in and looked at that vault, shivering in fear. “In my years of teaching UA, I barely expel students permanently. They think they’re expelled, and then they come back. But I’ve permanently expelled students. I’ve done it a few times, and every time, I’ve been right.”

Nedzu nodded with him. “I checked with each of these students. They were all psychotic, and any attempts to get them therapy ended with… poor results for the therapists. They either quit, or killed themsleves. Some of them went to juvie before coming to UA, and while UA doesn’t discriminate on your past as long as you’ve paid your debt to society and wish to be better, but these… they were all so twisted that we knew nothing could come from being heroes.”

“So, we instead of just expelling them, we black listed them from every hero school in Japan.” Aizawa sighed. “But we kept a list of them. And locked them in away in the vault to never forget the horrors of their mentality.”

“…Why a vault? Couldn’t you just keep it a digital list?”

“Because we… sort of banished their history from UA. And we never wanted to think of them again unless we needed to. Also, there’s a device in that vault. If pressed, it’ll call them here.”

“…Why?”

“…Becayse they went to America.”

“…What?”

“ToshinorI, wherever you are, Crime Decreases. But inversely, wherever you ARENT, Crime Increases. Ergo, America had its hands full. And then when their Number One Hero died, their country was thrown into chaos.”

“…Yes.”

“So they all went to America. And because they were in need of heroes, they were given licenses. And the thing with America heroes, villains there are either complete jokes or absolute psychopaths. So the heroes there have permission to kill.”

“…What?”

Aizawa nodded. “I don’t approve of it, but that place has gotten to be a mess. So there’s no other choice. It’s not a lawless area, but it’s pretty bad. Point is, they’re all heroes now, and in that vault is a device to summon them in a disaster level event.”

“…Was the final battle not a big enough event?”

Nedzu shook his head no. “We called them, but they said, and I quote. ‘It’s gonna be fun to watch you guys squirm.’ They weren’t legally obliged to come, in fact they were forbidden by the America Government. So no consequences. They’re heroes that prioritize killing villains instead of saving lives.”

Midnight frowned. “Seriously? How have we never heard of these guys before? Aizawa hasn’t even been here as long as some of us!”

“Oh I kept it silent. Besides, Aizawa doesn’t talk about his classes with you guys, so he could expel them without you guys noticing.” Nedzu explained. “But point is, these guys are insane. As long as they exist in America we should be fine though.” Nedzu undid the vault and took out the device. “This device is the only thing that could calm them back here, and they might not even come back if they don’t want to.”

Suddenly, some students crashed in. “Okay! Deku! You lost your quirk but you’re still pretty quick!”

“Hello?”

Nedzu and Aizawa paled to see that the students of 1-A had landed on the device and clicked it. “TURN IT OFF!!!” They scrambled over and broke the device to pieces.

Midnight looked at that in shock. “…What was that?”

“We were ready to call them if it was an emergency! If it’s any other situation calling them back here means death!” Aizawa screamed while Nedzu breathed heavily. “THEY’RE CRAZY!!! They’ll bring nothing but trauma!”

“Okay okay okay okay…. We should be fine… we’re fine… nothing to worry about….. we have to get out of Japan.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“These people are the strongest and craziest students ever! We’re fucked!”

———

A woman looked at her phone and hummed. “…” She grabbed a guy she was fighting and snapped his neck. Once he was dead, she carved out his stomach and sat inside his corpse like he was a chair. She then called someone on her phone. “Hey guys, Aizawa just called me and then hung up… kind of rude… wanna go to Japan just to mess with him? We could kill some villains, traumatize and train his students, lick his face.”

She played with his intestines like a cat playing with yarn. Meanwhile, a voice came from the phone.

“Why? We didn’t go to help with Shigaraki.” A sleepy voice came from the phone.

“Yeah, but did we really care if the world was destroyed?”

“…Fair. I’ll tell the others… hey, what are you hungry for?” The voice asked as squishing sounds were heard. “I’ve got like some bodies here so I could cook them nicely.”

“Surprise me. We’re gonna go train his students, we should fill up.”