The International Pro Hero School Talent Show, IPHSTS for short. Was it of any use or importance to their academic success? Not at all. But did it give them publicity for what the modern world valued in a Pro Hero? Absolutely.

So, the top schools from every country submitted an act that were meticulously selected. The performers and their class and teacher were invited to the United States, where the talent show would be held and aired live to the whole world.

Class 1-A of UA High got picked! However… they were struggling to choose an act to stick with for the performance at the talent show…

Currently, they were all on their private plane, and arguing about it. Aizawa was slumped in his plane seat with his arms crossed and tired eyes fixed on the floor as he tried, and failed, to tune out the rowdy teenagers around him.

Tsuyu: “I wonder what other countries will be there… ribbit.”

Shoji: “I wonder if everyone back home will be watching.”

Midoriya: “Guys what act should we go with?”

Bakugou: “WE SHOULD JUST BLOW SHIT UP AND BLOW UP THE JUDGES-”

Kirishima: “Bakubro- no…”

Sato: “He’s being scary again…”

Jirou: “Yeah, that’s not a real act, stupid.”

Bakugou: “SHUT THE HELL UP DAMN EXTRAS-”

Iida: “Remember that we are representing our school! And Japan! This is a formal international competition that we should participate in with pride and conviction! Which is why I recommend a very systematic approach in which we all-”

Kaminari: “Yeah, no, that’s boring. We should totally, like, throw a rave or something. Does anyone know how to work a turntable?”

Todoroki: “How about something cultural?”

Midoriya: “Well… I-I was thinking we could do a play? Like… w-where we act out famous scenes in Hero history.”

Bakugou: “Only a damn idiot nerd could come up with that stupid idea.”

Uraraka: “What if we did a dance?”

Hagakure: “Yeah, like a cheer!”

Mina: “That would be so cute!!”

Mineta: “Yes, please…”

Yaoyorozu: “No…”

Tokoyami: “What about we form a band? I could play guitar…”

Jirou: “Hell yeah, that’s super metal.”

Aoyama: “And so not graceful. How about you all just put me on stage and I sparkle!”

All: “NO!”

Aizawa sighed heavily in immense irritation before reclining his seat and shutting his eyes, speaking monotonously.

Aizawa: “There isn’t an ounce of performative talent in any of you… so just shut up so I can catch up on sleep…”