There's a guest speaker today!

"Alright then class, we have a special treat for you today!" Nemuri's enthusiasm was evident as she all but twirled into the room, her shining demeanor lighting nervous excitement in near every student in the room. It could either be a genuinely fun or interesting surprise, or... it could just as easily be something tantamount to ****. The BDSM heroine would find each of those something to gush over. "We got our first guest speaker, an International Heroine!" She announced as Mr. Kan slowly walked in behind her. "One oh so spooky and mysterious, she hardly ever does things like this! But decided since she was in the area she might as well try to give you some experience, so!"

In an instant her entire air shifted, from enthusiastic to domineering, commanding absolute obedience. "You had best be on your absolute best behavior. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I mean that quite literally. Sekijiro, if you would let our guest in?"

The Grey-haired man nodded, leaning back out the door. "Come in, please."

Click... click... click... click...

Every eye in the room was in the door, every breath held as the silence of the room born of fear of punishment most unwanted was broken by the sharp and slow sounds of a high heel meeting the ground. The sound was constant, never erring in rhythm once. It was so consistent that one could time a metronome to the sound of it, the students hearts quickly beating in perfect sync.

The heroine came around the corner, dressed all in black. From her face, covered in a thick veil of mourning such that it was impossible to see even her skin tone, down to her long flowing dress covered in stitches, trailing behind her on the ground. A mass of white hair floated out behind her tilted down head, trailing off as tufts of it pulled off and dispersed into thin air. Streaks of grey faded in and out of the roiling mass of cloud-like hair, a strong undercurrent of ozone filling the room.

The sleeves of her dress, hanging from her arms as she clasped them to her chest, were tattered and swayed uneasily with her gait. Clasped across her bosom were two mismatched hands. One was thick with muscle, blackened with ink drawings and calloused with use, the nails square and blunt. The other, a slender and feminine thing, neon pink that was far more intense than Mina, had not a trace of hair or blemish save for a long scar that ended in a cut off pinky finger.

From her back sprouted wicked sharp wings of mirror polished bone, gleaming sharply as the light washed over them. No muscles held them together, but they held their form regardless, adding even more unearthly credence to the Heroine as the tips of the necrotic avian extremities twitched constantly. Further below, down by her tailbone, sprouted a long green tail, poison green scales flashing dangerously as it swayed gently with her steps.

Her breathing was ragged, wet, and it seemed to come from all around them as she entered the room. More than a few students shivered at the sound, paling as the sound of something that shouldn't be alive filled their ears from behind them rather than the woman who was slowly tapping her way into the room with an eerie grace that seemed to glide rather than walk. If it wasn't for the clicking of the heel she was wearing, most anyone in there would have assumed she was actually floating into the room as her legs showed no sign of moving the front of her dress at all.

Click... click... click... click...

Izuku turned slightly to look around the room, his eyes quickly scanning both his own table mates and a few others he could see from the back of the room.

Setsuna was ramrod straight, her usual cocky attitude long departed. Ibara shared in her vice presidents serious nature, but she brought up her hands in a gesture where she brought her hand up to her face before drawing a line to her stomach, back up to her left shoulder and the across to her right shoulder with a silent prayer on her lips. Tsuyu, her nearly expressionless face grew even more pale than she normally was, a pallor of fear slowly coming to the forefront of her being.

Aoyama's sparkle was nowhere to be seen, his lips pursed as he tried to look nonchalant. Mina seemed to deflate, her hair and horns alike drooping. Tokoyami's feathery hair puffed up, Dark Shadow peeking out of his shirt as the living quirk manifested to see what had his host so frazzled. Ochaco shivered, putting her arms around herself as Kasumi silently harrumphed and crossed her arms looking unperturbed.

Pony was pawing the ground with a hoof, her short muzzle twitching as her pupils shrank slightly, Kodai putting a hand on the horned horse-girl's shoulder to keep her steady.

Momo was the calmest at her table, her face an impassive mask of casual aloofness, like back in the first days of class. Izuku was actually impressed as she didn't show any sign of fear, believing wholeheartedly that there was, in fact, nothing to fear from the woman. Kinoko, the girl with hair like a mushroom, on the other hand had about folded into herself, shrinking so much into her chair that she was almost on the floor. Toru, from what Izuku could guess, was biting at her nails and shivering if the movements her clothing made were good enough tells.

Reiko Yanagi was sitting, staring with her visible eye wide in disbelief as she busied her lip with her teeth. She almost looked to be in... Awe? Yes, it was awe, awe for the heroine who walked into the class and by her very presence inspired so much unease.

Click... Click... click... click...

The specter of a woman walked to the front of the extra large classroom Classes 1-A and 1-B were using for the duration of their merge, standing in front of the twin desks as she turned to face them. She slowly turned to face them, letting her hands fall to her sides as she leaned back onto the tail like it was a stool.

"Hello, children." She finally spoke, her voice soft, barely above a whisper. But again, like with her breathing, it ticked behind their ears easily, even on the opposite side of the room from her. Unlike her breathing, it was clear of any wet noises, any sounds of belabored effort at all in fact. It was raspy, however, like a snake with an undercurrent of hissing at the end of her sentences. "We thank you for being willing to listen to this Ancient One."

"No, thank you, Revenant." Nemuri and Mr. Kan bowed at the same time to the heroine. "You honor us with your presence as the longest lived heroine in the world. Hopefully any advice you give will help our students excel."

"Huuu~, yes. This One hopes that We can prevent tragedy from taking root." The heroine lifted her head, allowing the veil to part slightly. A glimpse of lips, unmoving as she spoke, was caught by the ones in front. "Tell Us, young ones, does anyone know who this One is?"

Izuku kept his hand down, already knowing better than any other in that room who she was. After all, Revenant was yet another of the Heroines he had gotten to know and grown to love on a more intimate level. One he very rarely saw, and one that was hardly ever in Japan. It was only through the power of phones and the internet that allowed him to keep up with the wandering Hunter of Hero Killers.

"Yes, you." Revenant said, lifting her muscled arm to point at Reiko Yanagi. The silver haired girl had her left arm raised fully, pointing right to the ceiling. "You know of this One, child?"

"Verily so, Mistress of Departure." Reiko replied, her voice still light in the air yet holding in it the obvious respect and fangirlish adoration. Even a light dusting of red tinted her otherwise near albino skin. "You are the Immortal Heroine, The Fury of the Dead. You are Revenant, the international Avenger of the fallen."

"Hmm, you are correct, Child." Revenant nodded, reaching out with her pink hand. It stretched well beyond its means, shocking many in the class as it gently touched Reiko's head, patting it gently and smoothing out the hair. "However, that is not all. Does anyone else know more?"

"I-if I may be so bold?" Tokoyami asked, Dark Shadow showing rare support by curling around his shoulders and resting its shadowy beak atop Tokoyami's head. When Revenant nodded as her pink hand returned to normal length, he sighed in relief. "You are also part of a longstanding debate in the less frequented hero discussion forums. Your name, your Title, are older than even the term quirks. The name has been around since the very beginning of Heroics, little over two hundred years ago. What is unknown, however, is if you are the same person from back then, or a legacy with a similar enough quirk to pass as the same."

"Also correct." Her arm stretched out once more, patting both Tokoyami and Dark Shadow on the head. The beast of darkness let out a crow of embarrassment, retreating into Tokoyami as the boy blushed hard enough to show through his feather-like hair. "Hmm, if you know even that paltry bit of information, then this One certainly holds out hope that you listen well. If you are wise, We shall not see any of you laid to rest before your time."

Revenant reached up, pulling the veil off her head. On her face was a plain mask, expertly carved and painted into the likeness of a woman, eternally smiling with painted eyes. She removed this too, showing a face that was as pristine as the mask save for two scars over her eyes. But instead of missing two eyes, she had two very different eyes. One was dark and multifaceted, like a jewel. Onyx black, catching the light in its seemingly endless depth. The other eye was no less out there, red and blue swirling endlessly into a bright green pupil.

The right eye is new. Izuku thought to himself. I wonder who donated that? At least she still has Heat-vision in her left eye. She really likes that one since it makes her job so much easier, and the fact that she knew the donor's three times great grandfather and his family down to the man who gave her that eye.

Revenant was one of his more... strange lovers.

"This One is one and same the Revenant from the Dawn of Quirks." She spoke softly, smiling sadly at them all. "It is this One's quirk, Zombie Amalgamate, which has allowed this One to survive the centuries. Most every part of this One's body is no longer solely belonging to Us. It was donated, sewn and stitched and patched together from the stalwart defenders of civilization, from their sacred remains so that even after The End of them they can provide some measure of safety." She sighed, rubbing at her arms before she held them out, pulling back the robes.

"The Strength of Clobberella, the strongest woman in Ireland. Brought low by wretched poison gas." She gestured to her other arm, pink and slender. "The reach of Taffy, the Pink Patroller. Being almost like rubber did nothing to stop an anti-tank bullet from splattering her skull across the street when raiding the cartels that even now have a stranglehold on the southern half of the United States."

She opened her lower robes, letting her legs show through as a hidden clasp fell away. A plump, short and very obviously disproportional leg that had a spike of bone shooting out of the back of the ankle down to the ground was situated next a long, thin leg that had some manner of fowl downy feathers running from the ankle up to her knee. What was even more telling was that the leg with feathers was shining, marble white, while the shorter leg was tanned by the sun and by racial make-up, crisscrossed with scars and stitching.

She lifted her white leg slightly, pointing at it. "The grace and mobility of Swan, the Lake Heroine of Canada. Though she still lives, she's been retired for seven years because of a freak accident with an intern's quirk severing this exact leg and no one being able to save it for her. And this," She pointed to her other, shorter leg. "Holds the versatility and courage of M'dula, who overtaxed herself to the point of **** trying to save bystanders."

She thumped her chest, the sound of a bell chiming in her breast filling the room. "The chest of Iron Maiden, a heroine from over fifty years ago that stands defiant in the face of evil even now, beyond her untimely demise. Even one of Our lungs is donated, from the grandmother of Present Mic. It is that which allows even Our quiet voice to be heard, though as We only have one We cannot render Evil deaf as she could."

Revenant looked around at each and every student, meeting their eyes. "Heroics is dangerous, from villains to natural disasters. Half of you children already know this. With no time to really train your quirks for real combat, you fought a bitter fight against the grave that more often than not awaits heroes. It was such before All Might, it is such now, and it will be such after him." She sighed, shaking her head. "We do not attempt to frighten you out of malice, but frightened you must be if you are to understand. We do not wish to attend more funerals..."

Damn it... I can't do anything for her right now. Izuku grit his teeth, mentally if not physically as he watched the clouds of her hair turn dull grey, water condensing and forming droplets on her hair. He so desperately wanted to give the woman a hug, knowing centuries of memories of pain and **** and anguish running through her mind in a brief moment. He knew from talking with her that her mind would lapse into a state where she saw the whole of her life in fast forward. She saw it once, when she died for the first time, and it seemed the brain would repeat that processes if she lingered too much on the topic of ****. The touch of a living person would usually bring her out of it quicker than she would snap out of it normally, and leave her feeling less... hollow.

It was about six months into his training, four or five months since he got his Job when he first met her. The heroine showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night, scaring the life out of his mother. Instead of sex, the woman was looking for someone to talk to, to confide in while she was in the area after another funeral to attend. Since Izuku had no real need to sleep by that point, they had spent the entire night talking, the centuries old woman finding some comfort in such a small gesture, even if he was technically being paid by the Government to do so.

Even if I wasn't, I'd still help as much as I could. He told the oldest heroine as they sat on the couch, tea cups sitting empty before them as another pot of water came to a boil. I don't see my job as being just sex. I give it everything I can to ensure that they all feel special, in their own ways. If they want to talk, we talk. If they want a massage, I learned how to give the best I can from tutorials online and practicing on my mother. I'll cook them meals, sing for them and dance with them if they want.

He had sat up, looking without flinching into the face of Revenant the Hunter as she looked at him with tired eyes. The only thing this job has done is let the heroines of Japan, and the world, know that I am here to help them, and with official backing. Even if I wasn't being paid to do this, I'd still try my hardest. It's the least I can do, after all. They do a lot, but I've done my research. Not many heroes, male or female, have good love lives. And while the adoration of the public may help stave off loneliness, it can't replace real, stable romantic bonds. So, I've made it my job to do that, to at least give the illusion of that, for the Heroines who reach out to me.

Hmm... Revenant tilted her head, looking at him with her mismatched eyes. One she still held even now, the eye of Heat-Vision which granted her thermal vision instead of an eye beam. The other was a purple eye that had counter-clockwise spirals in purple, though even now he didn't know what it did. Izuku met her gaze without any hesitation and held it, not out of defiance but to show her the strength of his conviction in his declaration. Chiyo was certainly right about you. She told him, smiling softly as she leaned close to Izuku. How there was a young man who, despite his youth and naivety, had a strength of will that was surprising. You have indeed surprised Us, young man. That you have gathered so many heroines around you in such a short time shows that your nature is one befitting a hero of the next Age. From what We have been told, you are Gentle, Loving and Caring. Dogged, as well, once you've started towards a goal. And if you've made it your goal to make the Heroines feel loved on a personal level, We are well informed that you are going well beyond your goal. Perhaps...

Revenant leaned further, touching his face with the calloused hand of Clobberella and the slightly sticky but otherwise smooth hand of Taffy. Revenant did not breath, did not need to at least, but the breath that washed over Izuku was warm. With eyes half open, Revenant pressed herself over Izuku to the point he was laying on the couch, the Immortal Heroine laying on top of him as she seemed to find fascination in his body. This One had not intended it, but would you give Us the honor of making Us feel alive this night? Give Us love, like you've given so many others?

Izuku about sagged in relief as Nemuri touched Revenant's shoulder, both of them being pulled from memory lane as the distant look in her left eye vanished in a literal blink. "Huuu~ Please forgive this One. When one has lived as long as Us, memories are as fathomless as they are numerous. It is easy to lose One's self in them if one lingers too long." She curtsied to the class, balancing on the leg of Swan. Her hair whitened once more, calming slightly as it dried. Though it kept a tinge of grey and was more a solid mass that faded away into nothing as it neared the end.

"It's perfectly alright, Revenant." Mr. Kan told the woman. "It only makes your plea to listen more genuine, as you have more experience than anyone alive with the dangers of Heroics. Any of our students will only grow if they heed your words of advice."

"Hmmm, yes indeed. And if you are wise, you will grow tall and strong. Strength alone is rarely enough, with wisdom an indispensable asset that bolsters immeasurably." She looked around again, her eye lingering on Izuku before moving on. "But, We have not come just to give out a history lesson or frighten you. We came to teach, and teach this One will. This One has read up on your files, children. All of your quirks are useful, and We can see you already have a firm grasp on them. We are versed well in numerous quirks. Our body parts are often destroyed in Our duty, or they become less useful in different situations. We have, by necessity, grown quite adept at thinking of how to use them in creative ways, or in tandem with any other number of quirks. If you have any questions regarding quirks, do not hesitate to ask Us."

"And with that," Nemuri announced, drawing attention back to her. "We shall be heading back out to Training Ground C. Though you don't have to train your quirk, you'd better be working on something. Even if it's just homework for another class, We'd better not catch you slacking!"

...

Izuku waited until every other student shuffled out in short order, talking lowly about the Heroine for the most part. He saw Kendo talk briefly to Nemuri, though he wasn't sure what about. However, if the light in Nemuri's eyes and the blush on Kendo's face meant anything, it was probably something about the lesson in yesterday's Art class.

However, it was none of his business at the moment, and if it was he'd soon know about it. What was his business, however, was Revenant, who had sat on one of the teachers desks, hands folded in her lap as she looked at him without staring.

He began to walk up to her before her pink arm lashed out, wrapping around his waist and pulling him to her in short order. Her other arm, inked black by the number of tattoos on it, curled behind his back as he wrapped his arms around her neck.

Revenant was not a short woman. Usually, at least. She easily towered over Izuku five foot six inches in height at six foot three inches tall, but her slouching seemed to drop a full six inches off of her height if not more! She brought her face down to his, her snakelike tongue (Courtesy of The Guatemalan Heroine Spitting Viper who could transform their mouth into that of a spitting cobra. The name was because they had markings of a viper rather than a cobra...) darting out to boop his nose before it shoved itself into his mouth.

Izuku let the woman have her fill for a moment, letting her kiss him deeply as her skeletal wings fluttered softly. That she did not breathe made him break the kiss first, knowing they could be there for a good while if left to themselves.

"We've missed you, Izuku." She told him as she held him off the ground, pressing him to her impenetrable bust. "The hunts may make the blood We no longer have boil, but it does nothing to soothe Our aching, yearning heart."

"I'm sorry. I'll have to try and call you more often. Texting isn't as personal, I know." Izuku promised, smiling up at the woman. "Whose eye is that? I'll send up a prayer for them."

Revenant smiled sadly, her elastic arm reaching up to touch the scar below her right eye. "It is the eye of Tenbo, the Dragonfly Heroine from Kyoto. She was an older heroine, but she finally passed away last week. While We never knew her personally, this One heard that she was a great heroine, if a little flighty in her youth. She donated one of her eyes to Us before her ****, and We could never miss the final celebration of a life such as hers, doubly so as she continues to work beyond **** through Us."

"Ah, dang it. I didn't even know she passed. Mom said Grandma was a big fan of hers, but by the time I was born she'd been retired for a long while." Izuku felt bad, missing the passing of a hero in Japan. Well, he felt extremely bad for the **** of any Hero the world over, but being Japan it was a lot closer to home. "I hope her family is doing okay."

"They are well enough. The pain is fresh as it always has been, but it will mend with time. Tenbo was well beloved by her family and friends, and through her actions in life taught them strength. Let it avail them now that she is gone and keep themselves on a good path." Revenant sighed, leaning her face against Izuku's. They closed their eyes, their hearts going out to Tenbo and her loved ones silently.

For the moment, all things were calm, silent and still in the room.

When Revenant put Izuku down, she started walking in her normal slow gait, the clicking of M'dula's bone heel tapping on the floor again. Izuku walked beside her, listening as she began to speak once more. "Tell Us, Izuku. Do you know the source of anger behind the child known as Todoroki? His hatred is not one We see in heroes often. Someone has taken something precious from that boy that can never be replaced, and the scar upon his face breeds no relief in Our soul. His father is Endeavor, the Hero of Hell's Flame, correct?" She inquired.

"Yeah, he is. Though I don't know why Shoto is like that, I'm sad to say. I haven't had much chance to interact with him, and he's so closed off." Izuku informed her, feeling like he was letting his classmate down. "There just isn't enough time."

"There never is." Revenant told him. "We will try to talk to him. Though rare on one so young, it is not something We are inexperienced with." The tall heroine pulled Izuku to her side as they continued to walk.

"Thank you," was all Izuku could say.