Authors note:
Speaking: "…"
Thinking: '…'
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Katsuki POV
1-B Classroom
A Bit Earlier
Slamming the door shut behind him, the ever-impatient ash-blonde teacher marched to his desk and sat down. This was Class B's biology lesson, and as a full-time teacher, Katsuki had to take more classes than Izuku, who only worked part-time at U.A.
He sighed, scanned the room for attendance, and found nineteen students present, and one seat empty. His scowl sharpened as he looked at the chair beside it.
"Oi, wannabe angel. Where's the other one?" he barked at the student beside the empty seat. The boy had short black hair, purple eyes, and a faintly demonic aura.
"How should I know? I'm not his tracker," the student replied, respectful but blunt.
"Oh, stop denying it. Everyone knows you two do everything together. Right, Tattoos?" Katsuki shifted his attention to a silver-haired girl with purple eyes and black tattoos coiling up her wrist and likely further beneath her uniform.
"It's true, Nokori. You two are basically inseparable," she said dryly.
"Don't be ridiculous, Tanaka. We're simply best friends," Nokori replied with a hand gesture.
A girl with long auburn hair in a ponytail raised her hand. Katsuki nodded at her.
"Professor, if I may help, he said he left after last period to get snacks from the supermarket, I believe," she said, flinching slightly at his stare.
"So that brat thinks he can skip my biology lesson? If I have to be here, he's not cutting class either," Katsuki growled.
"Thanks for the info, Hands. Satoru, go find his location."
With a devilish smile and eyes closed, the probability user answered, "No need, professor. He always goes to the same supermarket. You'll find him at the market on the street below U.A.'s entrance."
"Good. Then let's get him back."
A massive sword materialized beside Katsuki with the tick of a clock. He tapped the handle once, another tick, and suddenly the previously empty chair was occupied. A student sat on top of the desk, eating chips and holding an energy drink.
The student was Black, with unusually long, thick Snow-White dreadlocks. His crimson eyes scanned the room in shock as he almost choked on his chips.
"The hell am I doin back in class? I was just at the store skippin class," the red-eyed student muttered, scratching his head.
"Oi, Dreads. You're not skipping my lesson. If I have to show up, you sure as hell do too!!," Katsuki barked.
"Quit yellin'! And you don't get to tell me when I can skip school. I don't need to learn more biology, so piss off, I'm headin back. See ya, fellas," he said, grabbing his food and walking straight out.
"We'll see about that," the professor muttered. He tapped the sword hilt again.
Tick.
He was back in his seat, this time perfect posture, and pencil poised to write. While Katsuki was now snacking on his chips.
His red eyes widened in fury as he snapped the pencil in half. "Why you, quit draggin' me back to class, you old fart!"
"Isaiah, you know he's our age, right?" Nokori commented.
"And I don't give a damn, Kurai! He's the teacher, so he's the old fart!"
Another clock tick. Isaiah turned toward Katsuki again, only to find him grinning.
"The hell are you smilin' about, you creep?" Isaiah growled.
"Maybe you should look down, princess," Katsuki said, grin unmoving.
Isaiah looked down. He was now wearing a pink frilly dress with hight heels.
Steam practically shot out of his head.
"Damn youuuuu!" he roared.
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Alice POV
Aincrad Floor 33 (Okeanos)
Island Number 12
Stepping out of the teleportation circle, a blonde-haired woman and a blonde man appeared. They had just returned from their daily hunt on the 17th floor, bringing the spoils home to their island for dinner.
The woman wore silver light armor, her hair was tied into her signature braid down her back. Her sapphire eyes sparkled as she gazed at the endless ocean before them. An elegant silver blade with golden ornaments hung at her left hip, her hand resting casually on the hilt.
"Hard to believe it's already been two months since we came here," the blond man said with a smile. He was a fair bit taller than her and wore a long blue coat with golden accents, black pants, and a silver blade with blue trim resting at his hip. Over his shoulder he carried two boar-like animals with smoldering tusks, still radiating faint heat.
"True, but remember, we still have four more to go before Professor Bakugo comes to pick us up. Besides, don't ruin the mood, we just got two prime specimens of Emboars for dinner." Alice stretched her right side as she spoke.
"You know what, you're right. We'll have a feast tonight if the two of us alone got this many usable ones." He relented, giving one of the boar creatures a playful smack.
"That's the spirit, Eugeo. Now let's go. I can't wait to eat Uncle's cooking." She said it with a carefree smile as she walked down the beautiful beach.
They walked side by side, admiring the island they called home, chirping birds overhead, dolphins splashing playfully offshore. Eventually they reached a beach house, and on the stones sitting in the shallow water with gentle waves brushing atop them sat two more young adults.
These two were Suguha Kirigaya and Asada Shino, who had stayed behind to further develop their respective support roles. They sat cross-legged on the stones, meditating with eyes closed. Suguha had glowing droplets of liquid hovering around her, while Asada was using a small electric element to zap fish that swam too close.
"Shinono! Sugu! We're back, and we brought a feast for tonight!" Alice waved.
Both girls turned, smiled, and let their spells dissipate.
"Heyyy, back already, Alice?" the elf girl asked.
"You bet, and we brought dinner!" Alice replied, pointing at the two Emboars stacked on Eugeo's shoulder.
Asada smiled. "Great, I'm starving. Uncle's waiting in his usual spot, and the others haven't returned yet."
Just as Alice suspected. 'I knew it, we got back faster' she thought.
She and the ice user walked past the house to the other side, finding a single armchair with a man comfortably lounging in it.
He held a coconut cup in one hand and relaxed in the warm ocean breeze, listening to the waves pulling back and forth along the shore. He looked to be around thirty, with short light blue hair and eyes. His silver earrings caught the sunlight beautifully, and the scars on his torso spoke of countless battles. This was their instructor, or as the students had come to know him, Uncle Bercouli.
Without them saying a word to announce themselves, he turned his head and greeted them warmly.
"Glad you're back, kids. And by the look of things, we're gonna eat good tonight."