Chapter 1: Izuku Midoriya: Birthright (1)
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Everyone has different ideas of when it all started. Some people think it started back when we saw people who dressed like bats and people who swung around golden lassos as Gods and saw clowns and businessmen and Monsters. Others think it started when an army dressed in red came down from the sky and tried to lay waste to us all. Most people, though, think it started when a glowing baby was born in China, ushering in an era where most of the world could have superpowers of their very own and become just like those Gods: the era of Quirks.
There are two people, though, who think it all started when they took a vacation to get away from the world.
Japan. July 15, 20XX, 15 years prior
Lake Kawaguchi, one of the Five Lakes of Mt. Fuji. Of the Fuji Five Lakes, Lake Kawaguchi is the second largest and situated at the lowest elevation (800 meters), which accounts for its relatively cool summers and frequently icy winters. It's the cool summers, along with a tremendously long shoreline, that have allowed for Lake Kawaguchi to become a popular vacation spot in Japan, with many people going there to camp and get away from the world.
This is very much the reason for a certain couple to be vacationing there.
"Alright, all set!" was said by a man after starting a campfire, the process done by breathing fire out of his own mouth. "Beautiful night for a fire, right honey?"
"It sure is, dear," the woman he was with said. Her face lacked the same positivity that her words were meant to convey.
"You're lying, aren't you, Inko?"
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. The night is very subpar, tons of clouds blocking the stars, and this is a very shoddy campfire. Look at this log arrangement. Absolutely no presentation value in here. I wouldn't be caught dead next to this fire if I wasn't the one who made it."
"Hisashi, please. We both know it's not about the fire." Muttering something under his breath, Hisashi kicked up a bit of dirt before sitting next to Inko on a log facing the fire.
"I'm just frustrated, Inko," Hisashi said, putting his head against her shoulder.
"I know. I am, too," Inko said. "It's not your fault, though."
"It's not your fault, either. I don't want you to think that."
"I don't want you to think it's your fault, either."
"I know that, but if it's neither of our faults, then that means we can't point fingers at anyone and go 'Nice job screwing us over, jackass!' Things would be so much easier if we could do that, you know."
"I know, Hisashi. Life's just not like that, though. Sometimes things just happen, and there's no one to get mad at."
"Life sucks, sometimes."
"I know, I know," Inko said in a somber tone. After that, no more words were spoken between the two of them. They simply sat next to one another, gazing at the fire and doing their best to enjoy each other's company. That was the plan right up until Hisashi's phone rang.
"Talk about a mood killer," Hisashi said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He was about to decline the call, but paused when he saw the name in the caller I.D. "It's work. It might be important, but…"
"Go take it. I can be by myself for a few minutes."
Hisashi nodded his head, pushed Inko's green bangs apart, and kissed her forehead before stepping away from the campsite.
Hisashi ended up walking just a few meters away from the campsite, surrounding himself with trees and putting his wife out of view. Finally, he answered his phone.
"Good evening, Professor," Hisashi said. "No, wait, it's gotta be morning in the states, right?"
"Indeed it is, Hisashi," the voice on the other line, the Professor, said. "About eight in the morning, last time I looked at my watch. Never too early to get started on a bit of work."
"It is for normal people, you know."
"Then how come I've seen you getting up at five to work?"
"I'm just able to fake weirdness, I guess."
"Yes, well, going off of that, I've noticed that you've neglected to re-engage your 'weirdness,' as I haven't gotten a single response for the latest reports I sent you."
"Wait, you sent me… shit," Hisashi cursed, rubbing the back of his head.
"We both know how important this project is, Hisashi."
"I know."
"The entire world, itself, could be changed from the work we're doing, Hisashi!"
"I know!" Hisashi shouted, a small burst of fire escaping his lips. The conversation went dead for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry for that, Hisashi," the Professor said. "I know you know how important this is, and I shouldn't be talking to you like you don't. Even still, I should've gotten a response from you. What's going on?"
"Nothing. I've just been busy with this getaway for my wife and me, and I guess I let work get away from me."
"You're on vacation? At a time like this?"
"It was kind of an emergency vacation. Not for pleasure, really just to get away from everything for a while."
"If it's not too intrusive, would you mind telling me what happened?"
Hisashi leaned back against a tree and exhaled another line of fire. It really was a poor substitute for a cigarette.
"Remember how I told you that my wife and I are trying to start a family?" The Professor acknowledged it. "Well, we got back from the doctor the other day-"
"And she pregnant! Congratulations, Hisashi, my boy! You're going to be a great father, I just know it! Can I be the godfather? I've always wanted to be a godfather, Hisashi!"
"Yeah, well that's not going to happen, because we can't have any kids!" Once again, fire shot out of Hisashi's mouth, this time hitting a tree branch and knocking it to the ground, fully aflame. In a panic, Hisashi quickly stamped out the fire, cursing under his breath all the while.
"Um, well, now that you've finished whatever that was and I've finished removing that foot from my mouth, allow me to apologise, again," the Professor said.
"No, that's fine, Professor. If I didn't get mad at you, I'd probably just get mad at some kid working the register at Big Belly Burger for giving me the wrong change.
"Inko and I, we spent weeks and weeks trying to do it the old fashioned way, but every time she took the test, it came up negative. We finally decided to just go to the doctor and see what we were doing wrong. Turns out that the issue wasn't with the technique, but the people trying to use it."
"Oh my," the Professor said. "You have my greatest of sympathies, Hisashi, for as much as that might be worth."
"It's worth a lot, honestly," Hisashi said, letting out a relaxed breath of fire. "So, yeah, that's why I didn't get around to checking my email. Right after we got the news, I took us out of town to get away from everything for a bit."
"Have you two considered other options, at all?"
"I mean, we haven't talked about it, but I know we're both thinking about it. It's just that we both really want some time to calm down before getting back into it. Plus, stuff like surrogates and adoption take a lot of time and money that I'm not sure we really have. Too bad babies don't just fall out of the sky."
"Yes, that truly is a crying shame. If I may offer some advice, Hisashi-oh, shoot! Sorry, I have to attend to something. I'll be back in a minute."
"Take your time. I got nowhere to be."
Footsteps went through the other end of the line, and Hisashi moved his phone away from his ear and slouched down into the dirt. With no one to talk to, the only thing keeping his mind occupied was a bit of stargazing. A clear night like this, away from the city lights, the sky was filled to the brim with celestial lights; even with the Green Palace in the sky shining as bright as it did, their luminescence remained unchallenged.
The one that seemed to be getting bigger was especially unchallenged in that respect.
Bigger at an increasingly fast rate, it seemed. In the direction of his general area, too.
"Oh, shit!" Hisashi shouted.
Before Hisashi knew it, a giant fireball was in the sky, plain enough for anyone to see. Lake Kawaguchi was lit up as if someone was shining a massive spotlight on the water's surface. Hisashi could feel the heat coming off of it even from how high in the sky it was. Mesmerized by its sudden appearance and intense beauty, he found himself immobilized, unable to do anything else but stare in awe.
Very fortunate for Hisashi, this did not result in his untimely demise, as the fireball veered right well before it could hit him and kept to that path until eventually hitting the ground with a tremendous crash.
"Sorry about that, Hisashi, needed to take care of something with the project." The Professor's voice came back out of the phone. "Now, about you and your wife-"
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back!" Hisashi hung up his phone before the Professor could say anything and took off in a sprint.
When Hisashi returned to the campsite, Inko was facing in the direction the fireball flew in, eyes wide and jaw dropped.
"I'm guessing you saw it, too," Hisashi said.
"Uh huh," Inko said.
"Man, not every day you see a shooting star crash into the planet."
"Uh huh."
"I think I'm gonna turn into a walrus and start living on the moon."
"Uh huh." After a few seconds, Inko finally decided to turn around towards Hisashi and pay attention to him.
"Let's go check it out."
"Really? Are you sure that's the best idea?"
"Come on, Inko, you know every camper this side of the lake's gonna be over there in five minutes, so might as well try to beat them to it. Besides, beats sitting here feeling all sad, and stuff."
Inko hummed to herself and drummed her fingers against her thigh.
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt us."
"That's the spirit!" Hisashi grabbed onto Inko's hand, and the two took off in the direction of the crash. If Hisashi was being honest with himself, he felt as nervous about this as his wife clearly did, but like he said, it served as a much better way of getting their minds off of life than just moping around a fire. Besides, if it turned out to be a meteor composed of an as of yet undiscovered element that could be named after himself, why wouldn't he want to take a look at it?
As it turned out, what had crashed into the forest was not a meteor composed entirely of "Hisashium." Instead, lying in the center of a crater, dirt upturned and trees scattered about, was some sort of large, metallic contraption.
"Oh my God," Inko said, breath taken as she and Hisashi made their way into the crater.
"Right? Wonder what it is," Hisashi said, rubbing his hand against the surface of the object. "The metal's so smooth, and the design so professional, far more than anything we have in Japan. Might be a satellite from an American company, like Lexcorp or Wayne-Powers."
"I think it belongs to whoever owns this symbol." Inko directed Hisashi's attention to the partially crushed lid of the machine. On it was a large, black-colored pentagon with what looked like the letter "S" inside of it. No matter how much Hisashi thought about it, he couldn't remember any company that had that kind of insignia.
"Wait, what the hell?" Hisashi moved away from the insignia and towards the back end of the machine. "Look at this propulsion system, Inko. The shape of the engine, the placement of these fins, this isn't the kind of stuff you find on a satellite."
"Yeah, it almost looks like a spaceship," Inko said, her face contorted into a position of awkwardness.
"Hey, that's not funny, Inko," Hisashi replied with shallow laughter. "That's the kind of joke that makes everyone on the train turn to you with disgust. We don't make spaceships anymore, and if it really is one there'd be something in here that we really wouldn't want to be in here."
Then Hisashi heard it.
He heard crying.
Crying coming from inside the ship.
"Oh no," Hisashi gasped.
"Oh no!" Inko shouted as the crying got louder. "Is there a baby in there?!" The second the words left her mouth, Inko pointed her hands at the lid and then threw them back towards her body. The lid, ever so slightly, started moving in the same direction.
"Inko, what are you doing?" Hisashi's question fell on deaf ears as she repeated the action.
"Inko, don't you know that this is a bad idea?" Hisashi's question fell on deaf ears as she repeated the action.
"Inko, won't it get really bad if someone sees you doing this?" Hisashi's question fell on deaf ears as she repeated the action.
Hisashi wanted to ask a fourth question, but before he could, he heard what sounded like footsteps and muffled conversation.
Ah, dammit! Cursing to himself, Hisashi ran over to the lid of the spaceship and started lifting it up with all of his might. It wasn't much might.
"Hisashi?" Inko asked, all motion in her body ceasing.
"Don't just stand there, Inko, keep pulling!" With a quick head nod, Inko went back to using her Quirk on the lid of the spaceship.
Hisashi could tell just by looking at Inko that she was pushing herself. Her Quirk was at its best when used to move something that was small, lightweight, or some combination of both, so expecting her to just make a large, heavy piece of metal fly into the air was out of the question. Hisashi wasn't much better in that regard, having the build of a bamboo shoot, and all. Always spent far more time in the lab mixing chemicals than he did in the gym lifting weights. But even if they couldn't accomplish something like this alone, together just might be a different story.
And a different story, it was. With Hisashi's strength and Inko's Quirk combined, the lid was pulled upwards and torn off of the ship, entirely. Thanks to that, Hisashi and Inko had a perfect view of the contents of the ship. Just as Hisashi thought, just as Hisshi feared, inside there, crying at the top of its lungs, was a baby. A tiny little thing with eight freckles and a small clump of black hair on its head, a spit curl sitting in the center of its forehead.
"It really is a baby!" Inko said with a big smile.
Surprised that it looks so human, Hisashi thought as he pulled the baby out of the spaceship. As soon as it was free of the confines of the ship, the frightened child looked at Hisashi's nervous face, stopped crying, and smiled at him.
Without even realizing it, Hisashi smiled back.
"-think it's somewhere around here," a voice said amongst footsteps.
"-do you think it is?" Another voice asked amongst footsteps.
"-thought Green Lantern was up in space stopping this kind of stuff from happening!" A third voice said amongst footsteps.
"Okay, we need to go, now!" Hisashi shouted to Inko, handing the baby over to her while he grabbed the torn lid. With that, the two of them ran from the crash site and were gone before anyone could spot them.
After returning to the campsite, Hisashi and Inko shoved everything back into their car and drove away from Lake Kawaguchi as fast as was legally allowed. They drove for two hours before reaching the Shizuoka prefecture, barely saying a word to each other, all the while. Eventually, they found and checked into a small hotel in Shizuoka City, and as soon as they were in their room, Hisashi turned on the TV. Conveniently, he turned it on to a news program.
"-what we believe to be an alien spacecraft," a reporter said, standing in front of the very same spaceship they discovered. "Hours ago, multiple campers here at Lake Kawaguchi either heard or saw what was initially believed to be a meteor landing in the campgrounds, but as you can see here, it was anything but. Judging by the size of the craft, there would only be room for one person, and with the top completely open like this, whatever was inside has long since disappeared. Police and local Heroes are searching the area of Mt. Fuji for any signs of alien life, and will soon expand their search to the surrounding cities. Everyone should be cautious and go outside as little as possible until further notice."
Hisashi turned off the TV and threw the remote onto the floor.
"We took an alien. We took an alien. Oh my god! We took an alien! I can't believe we did something so stupid and dangerous! I've never even gotten a speeding ticket before, and now I'm stealing little alien babies! What the hell is wrong with us?! If my father was alive to see this, he'd go 'Hisashi, I didn't fight in no Lantern War for you to just go'n pick up some li'l spaceman off the street!' We should've just gone straight to the authorities when we got the thing out, no, when we saw the ship, but this makes everything so much worse! Why did we take that baby? Why didn't we tell anyone? Why am I the only one freaking out about this? Inko, freak out about this with me!"
Hisashi turned around to face his wife, only to see her sitting on the bed, holding the baby and tickling it, making it laugh over and over again.
"Inko, please!"
"Oh, sorry, honey," Inko said, ceasing her tickling.
"This is serious, and you're not even paying attention."
"No, I heard you just fine. You were rambling on and on about how we shouldn't have taken an alien with us and how we're going to get into a ton of trouble for doing this, right?"
"Well, yes, that more or less sums it up. Still, I shouldn't be the only one freaking out about this. If anyone finds out that we were the ones who took it-"
"Him," Inko cut in.
"What?"
"I looked inside the diaper, and the baby isn't an 'it,' it's a 'boy.'"
"Fine, fine. If anyone finds out that we were the ones who took him, our lives are over, Inko. I work in government, I hear whispers about this all the time. Guys in black suits will be at our doorstep in the dead of night to cart us off for interrogation and torture. After that, all of our neighbors and family will think we just disappeared, when really we 'disappeared'. Do you want that to happen?"
"No," Inko said, body shaking slightly. "But in that case, we just have to make sure no one finds out about this, right? We left before anyone else got to the ship, and camping there didn't require any reservation, so I don't think they'll be able to find us."
"True, that would be pretty hard. Even so, there's still a 112 ounce problem we need to deal with. What are we supposed to do with it-with him?"
"I actually have an idea about that, Hisashi."
"Glad one of us does. What is it?" Inko smiled at Hisashi before looking down at the baby again. Hisashi's face fell. "No."
"He looks like a normal baby-"
"No."
"-and everyone's probably looking for a big, green, monster man."
"No."
"It's hard to find something when it's hiding in plain sight-"
"Nonononononononononono-"
"-so if we don't want anyone to know we were involved in this, I was thinking that-"
"NO!" A large stream of fire shot out of Hisashi's mouth, singing the wall behind Inko's head.
"I was thinking that we could keep him," Inko said, ignoring all of that.
"Are you insane?! You want us to raise an alien baby?!"
"So what if he's an alien? It's not like all aliens are evil. The Martian Manhunter certainly wasn't evil. Besides, he's just a baby, and babies can't hurt people."
"Yeah, but the people they grow up to be can! Besides, how do we even know he's even actually a baby?" Hisashi stepped over to Inko and bent down to look the baby in the face. "For all we know, he comes from a planet of beings that just look like babies, and they all try to use their overwhelming cuteness to infiltrate societies and destroy them from the inside!"
The baby giggled and squeezed Hisashi's nose.
"This doesn't disprove the theory," Hisashi said, removing the baby's hand from his nose.
"Hisashi, don't you think that we need to be doing this?" Inko asked. "The whole reason we were there was because we wanted to forget about the fact that we could never have a child of our own, and then a baby falls into our laps? That can't just be a coincidence."
"It is absolutely a coincidence! If you looked up coincidence in the dictionary, the definition would read 'What is happening to Hisashi and Inko, right now!'"
"So what should we do, then? Leave him outside an orphanage? Drown him in the bathtub?"
Hisashi didn't answer her. He sat down at a desk and stared out the window, his expression unreadable.
"Hisashi, this is the right thing to do, and you know it. Not just for us, but for this poor child who's all alone in the world. If you didn't already know that, if you didn't already care about that, then you wouldn't have helped me take him out of his ship, right?"
Hisashi still didn't say anything, instead opting to knock all the pens off of the desk with a forceful sweep of his arm.
"Okay, okay," Hisashi finally said. "First thing in the morning, I'll call up the Professor and tell him what's going on. I'll get him to make us some fake adoption papers. We'll wait an extra week before going back to Musutafu and tell everyone we left to adopt a baby."
"Hisashi…" Inko said with a smile.
Hisashi got up from the desk and moved onto the bed, wrapping Inko up in his arm.
"I still don't feel good about this, but I'd feel even worse about leaving some defenseless little baby out on his own. Plus, maybe I'm like you and I don't want this to be just a coincidence, as crazy as that sounds."
"I don't think it sounds crazy, at all. Of course, I was the first one to bring it up, so I might not be the best person to ask," Inko said, planting a kiss on Hisashi's cheek. "What are you going to name him?"
"Right, we said that if we had a kid, I'd name it if it was a boy, and you'd name it if it was a girl. Well, all the men on my side of the family have the same kanji in their name that reads as 'it's been a while' (久). This little guy, I don't know where he came from, but he had to have been forced to leave (退出)his home. He had to leave, and it must have taken him a while to get here, so I was thinking that we combine some of those characters and make 'Izuku' (出久). What do you think?"
"I love it! Our own son, Izuku Midoriya!"
The baby, now christened as "Izuku Midoriya," laughed as his new parents kissed him on each cheek.
You probably figured it out already, but that baby they're with? That's me. My name is Izuku Midoriya, and I'm an alien. I was sent off from whatever planet I was born on to live here, and Hisashi and Inko Midoriya took me in as their own. Even though I was an alien, even though no one liked the kind of thing I was, they never treated me like I was anything other than their son. It's thanks to their love and support that I became the person I am today, and it's because of their love and support that I was able to become the greatest Hero in the world.
Japan. April, 20XX, present day
"Midoriya-kun, am I reading this right?" A junior high school teacher asked.
"Yes, sir. I, I really don't want to be a Hero," came a meek reply from scared looking boy with his head against his desk.
I should probably mention that there were some bumps in the road.
Here it is, the first chapter of an idea that you'd think more people would've done. If you feel like asking for background information, hit me up on tumblr.
Chapter 2: Izuku Midoriya: Birthright (2)
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Ninth grade. Just one more year of slumming it up with useless peons until Katsuki Bakugou could move on to the big leagues. The anticipation was almost too much for him to bear. Almost.
"Alright, settle down!" The homeroom teacher shouted, his name Bakugou could never be bothered to remember. "Now, then, I'm supposed to be handing out career forms for you to fill out today."
The teacher grabbed a stack of papers off of his desk, looked at the class for two seconds, then tossed them into the air.
"Why bother, though? You all want to be Heroes, don't you?!" In an instant, the majority of the class of twenty cheered and showed off their Quirks, in response. "Yes, yes, you all have wonderful Quirks! But you're not allowed to use your Quirks in public! Please, remember the school rules, everyone!"
Bakugou smirked as everyone deactivated their Quirks. As if they actually had anything worth getting in trouble for.
"Hey, teach! Don't lump me in with the rest of these losers!" Bakugou shouted. "Unlike them, I actually have a Quirk that isn't total garbage."
"Shut up, Bakugou! You're not so great!" Someone in the class shouted, having as much presence as a TV extra.
Bakugou just laughed.
"Well, since Bakugou's making himself the center of attention, I might as well mention that he's planning on applying to U.A.," the teacher said.
""U.A.?!"" Everyone collectively gasped.
"That's the toughest Hero school in the country!"
"Only the best of the best can get in there!"
"I want to be a Hero, but I want to be realistic." None of what was being said surprised Bakugou, one bit.
"That's right, I'm in a different league than all of you!" Bakugou shouted, jumping on the top of his desk. "I already aced the mock exam, so the real thing will be a walk in the park! I'm gonna get into U.A., then I'm gonna be the best Hero there is! Not even All Might will be able to take me on!"
Bakugou erupted into a roar of laughter as everyone's confidence faded away. As it should. How did these people expect to become Heroes if their only claim to fame was stretching out their eyeballs? Or making their neck long? Trash should just own up to being trash. That way, Bakugou wouldn't have to waste time beating down people who weren't worth his time. Not like there really even was anyone who was worth his time.
"Oh, now that I think about it, the only one who didn't say anything about going to a Hero school is Midoriya."
Bakugou stopped laughing.
Everyone's eyes moved away from him and onto another student, a scrawny little kid with a bunch of freckles and a black spit curl sitting on his forehead, sinking further into his chair as more and more people turned towards him.
"What?! Deku, you piece of shit!" Bakugou shouted, calling Midoriya by his childhood nickname. In response, Midoriya threw his head against his desk.
"Wait, let me double check that," the teacher said, opening up a folder from his desk. "Yes, I was right. Midoriya's only listed high schools focused on general education, not one Hero school. Midoriya, am I reading this right?"
"Yes, sir. I, I really don't want to be a Hero," Midoriya said, not once lifting his head from his desk. Almost immediately, the class fell into a series of whispers.
"Is he serious? Someone like Midoriya doesn't want to be a Hero?" One student whispered.
"With a Quirk like his? What a waste!" Another student whispered.
"I'd apply to U.A. in a heartbeat if I could do half the stuff he could," a third student whispered.
"I'd put way more money on Midoriya being the next All Might than Bakugou, any day," a fourth student whispered.
As the teacher went back to the day's lesson, Bakugou jumped back into his seat, his attention nowhere near the chalkboard and focused squarely on Midoriya.
The bell for the end of the school day rang, and everyone started filing out of the classroom. Bakugou, noticing that Midoriya was slow to move, took advantage of his lackadaisical pace and ran up to his desk.
"You got a lot of nerve, you know that, Deku?" Bakugou asked.
"Good afternoon to you, too, Kacchan," Midoriya mumbled, calling Bakugou by his own childhood nickname.
"Don't ignore me, asshole! What the hell was that crap from this morning, huh?!"
At this point, some of the students who were leaving stopped to observe the two, some of whom were rolling their eyes and looking at the scene with a look of familiarity.
"The exact same stuff we've been over for ten years. I know you thought I'd just 'grow out of it,' but I'm serious," Midoriya said.
"You think you're so special, don't you, Deku? You think that you can have a Quirk like yours, show me up one time, and then just get away with not having the balls to settle things?!"
"I don't think I'm special, and I don't want to be special." Midoriya stood up from his desk, grabbed his bag, and started walking towards the door.
"So what, you're just gonna live the rest of your life like these pathetic little pissants? Just let everything that makes you worth a damn go to waste?"
"Maybe I am. Not everyone's as obsessed with being validated as you." The crowd started snickering. Bakugou started scowling even harder than before. He was about to shout out another insult, but before he could, he caught sight of a notebook left on Midoriya's desk.
"So, being a Hero's really beneath you, is it?"
"That's not what I-"
"Then what the hell's this book, Deku?!" Bakugou picked up the notebook. It was a small, standard issue school notebook, with a title written in pencil reading "Hero Analysis No.13."
"Kacchan, give that back," Midoriya said, stopping in his tracks to turn to him.
"Why should I? You don't give a shit about Heroes, right? You've been saying that for years, yet here you are with a notebook all about them, and it's the thirteenth one, too! Hell of a lot of notes to be taking for a guy who says he doesn't care!"
"I don't care about being a Hero, Kacchan! That doesn't mean I don't care about Heroes, at all!" Midoriya shouted, looking at Bakugou with a nervous expression.
"So you're just half-assing everything, then?"
"That's not-" Before Midoriya could say another word, an explosion of fire shot out of Bakugou's hand, burning the book to a near crisp.
"You really piss me off, Deku," Bakugou said, tossing the burnt book out an open window.
Half a second later, before most of the people in the room had time to blink, Midoriya threw Bakugou against the wall, lifting him off the ground with just one hand around his shirt collar. The crowd turned to them with wide eyes, some from shock, others from anticipation. The latter ended up going unsatisfied, though, as Midoriya quickly put Bakugou back on his feet.
Bakugou looked down and saw that his shirt was open. That figured.
"Every time I think you're gonna surprise me, you just go and pull the same shit," Bakugou spat as Midoriya started walking back towards the door. "Stop being a little bitch and face me already, Deku!"
Midoriya gave no response as he left the room and walked off into the hall.
"Man, sometimes it seems like you're asking him to kick your ass," one student said to Bakugou.
"Why do you keep antagonizing him, anyway?" Another student asked. "You know the guy can punch a hole straight through your skull."
"Fuck off."
Midoriya's notebook, he later discovered, fell into the koi pond in the courtyard. On top of being burnt, now it was wet and had pieces of it swimming around in the guts of various fish. As if he really needed all of that.
Following that, Midoriya went on his way back home, head hanging towards the street the entire time.
"Stupid Kacchan. Why can't he just leave me alone?" Midoriya asked no one. "One more year and we don't have to see each other again, right? I wish he'd just lay off, already!" In a brief moment of anger, Midoriya kicked a nearby can on the sidewalk. The can went flying through the air, higher than any of the surrounding buildings, and eventually turned into a small speck.
"So what if I don't want to be a Hero! Everyone loves food, but that doesn't mean we're obligated to try and become professional eaters! And just because I love Heroes doesn't mean I have to be one!
"Doesn't mean I deserve to be one, either," Midoriya said, tears in his eyes.
Like I said, there were some bumps in the road. Even though I loved Heroes as much as the next guy, maybe even a little more than him, for the longest time, I didn't want to be a Hero. Not because I didn't have any interest in it, but because it didn't seem right for someone like me.
It all started back when I was four years old. At that age, everyone is supposed to start developing their Quirks, their own unique superpowers, but after a few months, I was the only one in my class to not have a Quirk. My mom took me to the doctor to look into it. We were both hoping, at least I thought we were both hoping, that I really was just a little slow, that I'd just have to wait a little longer before I could be just like everybody else.
But the doctor dashed all of that aside with just six words: "You should probably give up, already."
The doctor explained that the major factor in determining whether or not someone would develop a Quirk was their pinky toe. One joint in the toe meant they'd have a Quirk, two joints meant they wouldn't. I had two joints in my pinky toe. I would never have a Quirk. I would never be a Hero. The one thing I wanted to do in life was completely out of reach.
At least for a little while.
Japan. September, 20XX, 11 years prior
The entire ride home, Izuku was silent, no matter how much Inko prodded him for conversation. Not like she couldn't understand it, though. When you just find out that all of your hopes and dreams are ruined, and through no fault of your own, it takes a while to get back into the mood to talk to others. She should know. She'd been there.
"Izuku, do you want to talk about it?" Inko asked. Izuku just slowly shook his head. "That's okay, sweetie. Whenever you want to talk, Mommy will be right here to listen. You know that, right?" Izuku just slowly nodded his head.
Pulling up to the curb, then walking up the stairs to their apartment, Inko still couldn't get a word out of Izuku. It made her want to cry. No parent should have to see their child so distraught, so beaten down, and not have any idea what they can do about it. Inko was almost glad that Hisashi was overseas so there wouldn't be two sad parents in the building.
Speak of the devil, Inko's phone started ringing, and caller ID showed it was Hisashi.
"Izuku, Mommy has to make a phone call. Could you close the door and go to your room, please?" Once more, nothing but a silent nod of the head. With a heavy sigh, Inko walked into the kitchen and answered the phone.
"Hello, dear," Inko said.
"What's wrong?" Hisashi asked.
"That fast? I couldn't hide it from you for even a second?"
"I'm a scientist, Inko. Being super smart is what I do."
"That it is," Inko said with a bit of a smile.
"So what happened. Izuku had his doctor's appointment today, right?"
"Yes. They took an X-ray of his foot and, well, he's Quirkless."
A moment of silence came out from the other end of the line.
"Oh my God," Hisashi sighed.
"I know. I can't even imagine what our little boy's going through. He and Kacchan always spend so much time talking about how they want to be just like All Might, and then this happens."
"Well, it's not like we didn't know it was a possibility. I mean, sure, he's been like a normal human from day one, but would someone like him even be able to develop a Quirk, in the first place?"
"Even so, what are we going to do, Hisashi?"
"There's nothing we really can do that we aren't already doing. We just need to make sure that Izuku never thinks that we'll treat him any differently because of this. He's upset, and rightfully so, but he's four. Once he's older, he'll learn that you don't need powers to make a difference in the world. Doesn't sound like a lot, but it's all we can do."
"If that's really all we can do, then-" Inko didn't finish her sentence; it was cut off by a loud crashing sound.
"What was that?!" Hisashi shouted from the other end.
"Izuku!" Panic in her face, heart pounding against her chest, Inko ran towards the source of the noise, praying that whatever was happening wasn't putting her son in danger.
Once the source of the noise was located, Inko's jaw dropped at the sight of two things. The first was Izuku, completely unharmed and laughing and smiling as if this wasn't the worst day of his life.
"Inko, what happened?! Is Izuku alright?!" Hisashi shouted from the phone.
"H-He's alright. H-He's perfectly fine," Inko stuttered.
"Really? That's a relief. What was that noise, then?"
"I-I-Izuku just broke something."
"What'd he break? A plate? A lamp?"
"The door." A moment of silence from the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry, Inko, I think I'm getting bad reception over here. For a moment there, it sounded like you said that Izuku broke the door."
"He did. Right off its hinges. There's big, jagged holes around the parts it was torn from the wall. Torn from the wall by our son."
"...Huh."
"Mommy, look! I did that!" Izuku shouted, still smiling, still laughing, now ignoring how confused his mother look. "I went to my room like you told me to, but I forgot to close the door, so I went to do that, and when I closed it, the door came flying off! I did that! I pulled the door right out of the wall! Does this mean I really do have a Quirk?!"
"I-It seems so," Inko said.
"Yay! I have a Quirk! I can be a Hero, just like All Might! Yay!" Literally jumping for joy, Izuku bounced off the floor with apparently enough force to propel himself into the ceiling. The impact left a series of cracks, but when Izuku came back to the ground, he was still acting excited, as if he didn't feel any pain.
"You heard all of that, right?" Inko asked into her phone.
"Yep," Hisashi said.
"Do you think we should be worried?"
"I have no idea."
In the span of an hour, I went from feeling like my life was over to being on top of the world. As far as I knew, the doctor was wrong, and I did have a Quirk. A Quirk like All Might's, too! It was everything I ever dreamed of!
At least until it became everything I didn't even know I was afraid of.
A week had passed since Midoriya unlocked his Quirk, and his smile hadn't faded in the slightest. He'd spent all of his free time re-watching All Might videos, drawing costume sketches, coming up with fighting moves to take down bad guys, anything he could do to prepare for when he'd become the best Hero. Everyone got started before him, so if he wanted to have his shot at being number one, he needed to be trying twice as hard as everyone else.
On this particular day, Midoriya was playing in the local park when, from the top of a slide, he caught sight of a kid being bullied by three other kids. Midoriya recognized all of the bullies: one was a skinny kid wearing a hat, another was a fat kid floating above the ground with reptilian wings, and the third was an angry looking kid with spiky white hair. Midoriya especially recognized that one. It was Katsuki Bakugou, his best friend "Kacchan," normally a very stand up guy.
"You better apologize before I beat your ass, you piece of shit!" Bakugou shouted as his compatriots laughed and the kid cried.
Midoriya couldn't stand to watch this, and he knew that he shouldn't. Now that he had a Quirk, now that he was on his way to becoming a Hero, he couldn't stand idly by as injustice took place before his very eyes. Even if the source of said injustice was someone like Kacchan, it was still wrong; heck, that just made it even more wrong! It was time to put his double effort into action.
"That's enough, Kacchan!" Midoriya shouted at the top of his lungs. The heads of the four kids turned in Midoriya's direction. Their attention caught, Midoriya jumped off the slide and propelled himself ten meters forward to meet them with a three-point landing in front of the crying child. The distance was met, but the landing wasn't stuck, as Midoriya landed flat on his face in the dirt.
"Deku! The hell're you doing here?!" Kacchan shouted as Midoriya picked himself up.
"I'm here to help," Midoriya said, dusting the dirt off of his face. "You shouldn't bully other people, Kacchan."
"Hey, he deserves it. Someone's gotta teach him what happens when you cut someone in line and take the last cupcake."
"Even so, he's already crying, so stop it! I won't let you go any further!"
"You won't let me? Hah!" Kacchan laughed, along with his compatriots. "You finally get your Quirk way after everyone else, and now you think you can take me on, Deku? As if! You might not be Quirkless anymore, but that doesn't mean you still aren't a loser! Let's kick his ass, guys!"
Kacchan and the other two charged forward. The skinny kid made his fingers stretch out and wrapped them around Midoriya's face. A week ago, that would have been enough to put Midoriya on edge, but a week ago, he wasn't on his way to becoming like All Might. Therefore, he effortlessly pulled the skinny kid's hand off of his face and tossed him into the fat kid, knocking him out of the air and causing the two of them to fall into a pile.
"What the shit?!" Kacchan shouted as the other two groaned over their quick defeat. "Fine! If you guys are gonna suck this much, I'll just kill him, myself!"
Kacchan ran up to Midoriya and got within arms length before he had time to move. Midoriya was always impressed by how athletic Kacchan was, but now wasn't the time for was the time for defending, so as quickly as he could, Midoriya brought his arms up in front of his face. Kacchan kept going, though, grabbing onto his arms with one hand before activating his Quirk and unleashing a fiery explosion.
"Not so tough now, are ya, ya frickin' nerd?" Kacchan laughed as smoke floated about.
The laughing quickly stopped when the smoke cleared and revealed that Midoriya was still standing and looked completely fine.
"What the fu-" Kacchan never finished his sentence, for Midoriya punched him in the face and knocked him onto the ground, flat on his back.
"I did it! I beat Kacchan!" Midoriya cheered. "I can't believe I really did it-oh, wait!" Midoriya turned his attention back to the crying kid. "Are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah," the crying kid said, sniffling a bit while getting off the ground. "I thought those guys were gonna hurt me, but you fought them all off like they were nothing! Thank you so much, Deku-kun!"
"Um, actually, my name isn't 'Deku,' but don't mention it! I'm just doing what any Hero would do!" Midoriya said, chest puffed out and arms put in akimbo.
"DEKUUUUU!" A weight suddenly found itself on Midoriya's back. It was Kacchan, blood spilling out of his nose and decidedly not defeated by Midoriya's earlier attack. "Don't think for a second that I'm going down with one weak ass punch!"
The crying kid started screaming. Kacchan's compatriots, having regained their bearings, started cheering him on. Midoriya tried to shake Kacchan off, but his grip was too tight. He kept releasing small explosions against Midoriya's body, and while they didn't hurt that much, individually, all of them together started to take their toll. He needed to do something to get Kacchan off of him. Something All Might-esque, hopefully.
All Might… that's it! A memory flashed in Midoriya's head. It was a video he saw of a fight between All Might and the Villain Lord Death Man. Lord Death Man had attached a powerful bomb to his body and wrapped himself around All Might; because of his powerful regeneration Quirk, the bomb would only kill All Might, and he'd be perfectly fine in an hour. In order to save both himself and the homeless shelter that the Prime Minister was visiting, All Might spun his body around with such great speed that Lord Death Man was propelled off of his body and into an area where an explosion wouldn't cause any casualties. As Midoriya recalled, that maneuver was one of All Might's signature techniques.
"Oklahoma SMASH!" Giving the best impression of his idol, Midoriya put all of his strength into spinning his body around as fast as he could, giving the sight of a miniature tornado to any onlookers. Midoriya came to an abrupt stop, and the sudden lack of motion was enough to throw Kacchan off of Midoriya's body. As Kacchan flew through the air, Midoriya couldn't help but smile at what he hoped was his victory being fully cemented.
Huh. Kacchan's going really far, really fast, Midoriya thought to himself. I thought he'd fall by now, but he's almost at the edge of the park.
Kacchan crossed the edge of the park. Midoriya's smile faded.
He, he, he, he's going into the street! I've gotta do something! Midoriya put all of his strength into his legs and charged at Kacchan, praying to whoever would listen that he'd be able to reach him in time.
Unfortunately, Midoriya's body couldn't race as fast as his thoughts. Kacchan escaped his grasp and flew into the street.
Fortunately, through a stroke of luck, Kacchan managed to avoid getting hit by a single car.
Even more unfortunately, through a stroke of misfortune, Kacchan crashed into a building with enough force to break a hole through the wall.
"What the hell was that?!" Someone shouted.
"Holy shit, it's a kid! Is he dead?! Is a Villain attacking?!" A second person shouted.
"Someone call an ambulance! Quick!" A third person shouted.
"What kind of monster would do this to an innocent kid?!" A fourth person shouted.
The skinny kid, the fat kid, and the crying kid all ran away from the scene, the crying kid with some hesitation. Midoriya could bring himself to do no such thing. No such thing besides stand there and cry.
The police and ambulances showed up a few minutes after Kacchan took his hit. A few Heroes showed up, too, inspecting the area for a possible Villain. The police and Heroes quickly discovered that there wasn't a Villain anywhere in the area, so they started questioning people about what happened.
The questioning came to an end when they talked to a crying Midoriya, who told them all about how it was his fault this happened. They told him not to cry because it was an accident, but that didn't help, in the slightest.
The EMTs let Midoriya ride in the ambulance with Kacchan to the hospital, something he assumed was out of pity. The entire ride, Midoriya didn't say a word; he simply stared at Kacchan with wide, scared eyes.
None of that changed when they arrived at the hospital and Kacchan was rushed to the emergency room. Not that he'd even have a chance to say anything with the doctors pushing him into the reception area almost as soon as he was inside.
"Izuku?" At some point, Inko and Hisashi had arrived at the hospital. Midoriya had no idea how much time had passed when they did.
"Mommy… Daddy…" Midoriya said, barely looking at them.
"Izuku, we got a call saying that you came here after the Bakugous' son got into an accident. What happened?" Hisashi asked, looking him straight in the eyes.
"I-I was in the park, and Kacchan, h-h-he was b-bullying someone. I just, I just wanted to make him stop. I just, I just wanted to be a Hero, but then I lost control, and Kacchan. Kacchan!"
More crying emerged, but it wasn't from Midoriya. Standing not too far from the Midoriyas were Kacchan's parents and a doctor. Kacchan's father was crying without abandon, and Kacchan's mother just fell back against the wall with a pained, confused expression.
Oh, God! were the words that ran through Midoriya's head. Kacchan was bad enough, but now his parents? He wanted to vomit, so badly.
"Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya?" Someone asked. It was a woman.
"That's us," Inko said. "Can we help you, miss-"
"Nokogiri. Officer Tamako Nokogiri."
Officer! Midoriya felt a shiver run through his body as he looked at the woman. She was a tall woman with a muscular build, much more so than any other adult woman Midoriya had seen. She had a bob of what looked like blonde hair, but it looked jagged and hard, like it was made of stone, and her eyes appeared to be some sort of light-colored gemstone. Standing next to her was a heavy set man with pink skin and a scowl on his face.
Midoriya felt another shiver. This was the woman who was going to send him to jail.
"I'm not taking you to jail, if that's what you're thinking," Tamako said. "We just need to talk to your parents for a little bit."
"What? Why?" Inko asked.
"I don't know. Could have something to do with your kid throwing his pal through a brick wall, but maybe that's just me," the pink man said.
"Hey!" Hisashi shouted, stepping towards him. Tamako didn't waste any time stepping between the two of them.
"Look, we just need to get an understanding of what happened. Detective Shitsugen will take you and the Bakugous somewhere to ask some questions, and I'll keep an eye on your son. Okay?"
"Fine," Hisashi said, stepping away from Tamako and the pink man, now identified as Shitsugen.
"Izuku, the nice lady is going stay with you while we go and talk for a bit. Is that okay?" Inko asked.
Midoriya just nodded without a word. Inko gave him a quick hug before turning away and following Hisashi and Shitsugen out of the reception area, Kacchan's parents quickly joining them.
"Hey, kid," Tamako said, sitting down next to Midoriya. "This was an accident. It was just some horseplay that got out of control. I need you to understand all of that and understand that this wasn't your fault. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Midoriya said.
No, Midoriya thought to himself. Even if you try and say that, I'm still the reason Kacchan is in here. If they can't help him, then… then…
"How can you even say something like that?!"
Midoriya jumped out of his seat. That was Inko's voice he just heard. But that didn't make any sense; he just saw her leave a minute ago.
"What, you want me to beat around the bush? Act like your kid didn't almost kill another kid?" That was Detective Shitsugen's voice. Just like Inko, he wasn't anywhere in sight.
"You don't have to act like we need to put him in fucking Tartarus!" That was definitely his father. That was definitely Hisashi's voice. That was definitely the voice of someone who wasn't present.
Midoriya could only come up with one explanation: super hearing. It was rather unfortunate that the current circumstances stopped him from being excited about his new ability.
"Look, Hisashi, the fact of the matter is that your kid sent his 'friend' into the ER and caused property damage to do it. Someone needs to be held accountable for all of this," Shitsugen said.
"Oh, this is all about money, then? How much is it gonna cost to get you off my back?" Hisashi asked.
"Don't get snippy with me. You don't wanna know what I do to people who try to mouth off to me."
"Please, can we just stop all this?" That was Kacchan's father, still not through with his crying. "Katsuki, he's still alive, isn't he? That's all I care about, and I don't want to think about anything else."
"Yeah, well life ain't about the things we want to do."
"Why do we have to drag this out so much, though?" That was Kacchan's mother, confused and melancholic. "It was an accident, wasn't it? When I was a kid, my friends and I got carried away with our Quirks and hurt each other all the time. It was never this bad, but this is just something that happens-"
"So that means we just brush it off as kids being kids?!" Midoriya heard a loud bang. Shitsugen must have slammed his fist against something.
"That kind of attitude is what makes people think they can do whatever they want, and thinking like that is what leads to people becoming Villains, and we got enough of those, as it is. Doesn't matter if you all want to just go home and forget about this, we need to figure how this even happened and make sure we all know how it won't happen again."
"Again, what's there to know?" Hisashi asked. "My son was messing around with his Quirk-"
"Does he even have a Quirk, though?"
"What?!"
"What?" Midoriya asked.
"What?" Tamako asked, staring at him. Midoriya said it was nothing and went back to listening in on the conversation.
"-said that your son was Quirkless, I wasn't lying about that." That was the voice of the doctor Midoriya saw last week. It appeared that he was there, as well. "I ran the test exactly as it's supposed to be run, checked over the results multiple times alongside other experts in the field, so there shouldn't have been any doubt that Izuku would never develop a Quirk."
"Huh?" Midoriya knew Tamako heard him, but he didn't respond to her. He was too busy trying to process what he was hearing.
"Th-That doesn't mean that he can't have powers, though!" Inko said. "Sure, Quirks are the easiest way for someone to have powers, but they aren't the only way."
"We know, and we already tested for them," the doctor said. "There are no traces of Metal in Izuku's blood, so that means he isn't a Metahuman. There's no history of magic on either side of his family, so that can't explain things, because an untrained first-generation magic user wouldn't be able to use that much power. He also wasn't exposed to any radiation or dangerous chemicals or anything of the sort, so that also can't be taken into account."
"Even if he did have a Quirk, he wouldn't have anything close to super strength," Shitsugen said. "A person's Quirk can only be derived from the Quirks of their parents. The only exceptions to that are Quirk mutations, and people like that are one in a million. But I'm guessing you never told your kid that, right? So, you see, this isn't just a question of 'how did this happen,' no. This, you see, is a question of 'what made this happen.'"
Midoriya must have said something to make Tamako look at him again, but he didn't know what came out of his mouth and had no idea what, if anything, he said to get her to turn away. Now that he thought about it, he remembered the doctor saying something about how a person's Quirk worked in relation to their parents' Quirks. In all the excitement over the emergence of his powers, he must have forgotten about it and never bothered to try remembering it.
Then there was what the detective had said. About this being a question of "what made this happen." There was a vagueness to it, but Midoriya could read between the lines, he knew that the "what" was supposed to be him. But if what the doctor was saying was true, and he wasn't supposed to have any powers, what sort of "what" did that even make him?
"That's far enough," a new voice said, accompanied by a multitude of footsteps.
"Hey, who the hell are you guys?!" Shitsugen shouted.
What's going on over there? Midoriya thought to himself.
"You've done fine work here, detective, but now we'll handle-"
"-the new Big Belly Buster, at only 500 yen!"
Midoriya jumped back in his seat. The new people who just showed up were there to talk about Big Belly Burger? No, that didn't make sense. It sounded more like a TV commercial.
"We just want to talk to-"
"-someone about this leaky roof-"
"-{I can't take this, anymore!}"
More random words flew into Midoriya's ears. The last sentence didn't even sound Japanese. His hearing had gone from normal hearing to being able to pick up conversations in a building to being able to pick up conversations around the world in the span of a few minutes.
"So what should-"
"-fire that burned three people alive-"
"-{instant death}-"
"-{the victims had multiple stab wounds}-"
And so many of them were bad. Even with the words that Midoriya couldn't understand, he could tell when someone was saying something bad by the tone of their voice.
"{I'll kill you!}"
"{Police arrested three-hundred protesters}-"
"-Villain has taken the entire group hostage-"
"-signs of sexual assault-"
"-thousands will be losing their jobs by the end of the month-"
"{Beaten into a coma}-"
It was getting worse, and Midoriya didn't know how to stop it. Didn't know what to do about it but cover his ears and try to block it out. It didn't work.
"-who was suspected of being an alien was arrested today-"
"-{countless lives in jeopardy}-"
"-stole hundreds of millions in-"
"-{gang violence has magnified}-"
"-no survivors-"
"-{missing for over a week}-"
"-committed suicide-"
"-{refused all offers to negotiate}-"
"-destroyed in a freak storm-"
"-{there were no Heroes}-"
Midoriya wasn't sure how many more he picked up before he passed out.
When Midoriya woke up, he wasn't in the hospital; a quick survey of the area told him that he was lying on the couch in his living room. Hopefully that meant everything that happened over the last few hours was just a dream.
"-unbridled chaos-"
"-{riots in the street}-"
No such luck, Midoriya remarked as he hit the side of his head. Everything was real. Kacchan getting hurt, the police questioning his parents, the apparent impossibility of him having powers. It was all real. The only upside to the day was that hitting the side of his head seemed to shut off his super hearing.
Mindlessly, Midoriya got off the couch and started walking around the apartment until he ended up in the dining room. Both of his parents were there, and their faces lit up as soon as they saw him.
"Izuku, you're awake!" Inko cheered as she and Hisashi hugged him. "When we got back, the policewoman said you had a panic attack and passed out in your chair. We were so worried!"
"You gave us a hell of a scare there, little guy! Are you feeling alright?" Hisashi asked.
"Yes," Midoriya lied.
"That's great! Let's get some dinner in you and then we'll all head to bed."
Hisashi sat Midoriya down at the table while Inko went into the kitchen to get everyone's dinner together.
"What did the detective say?" Midoriya asked.
"That guy? Oh, nothing important. He just wanted to make sure we all knew that it was an accident. No one's in trouble," Hisashi said. It was a lie.
"And Kacchan?"
"He's gonna be alright. It was… It was a close call, but he's gonna make it through. You probably won't see him in school for a while, though, but small miracles, right?"
"Right."
The conversation between the two dropped. The only sound in the room came from Inko's humming and food and dishware being shuffled around.
"Hey, Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Why do I have these powers?" Midoriya asked.
Hisashi stared blankly at Midoriya for a few seconds without saying a word.
"What kind of question is that, Izuku? It's just your Quirk."
"But it's not like your Quirk or Mommy's Quirk."
"True, but-"
"I could only do this if I had a mutation, but the detective said that those almost never happen, and the doctor said that he was certain I didn't have a Quirk!"
The sound of a shattering plate sounded through the room. Midoriya and Hisashi turned to see Inko staring at them with a bunch of food at her feet.
"Izuku, how did you know that?" Inko asked. "The policewoman said you never left her side, so how-"
"I heard it," Midoriya said. "I didn't leave where I was, but I still heard everything you were saying. Then I started hearing things from around town, around the country, and even things in different languages. It all just kept coming in, and I didn't know what to do."
"Izu-"
"Why did that happen? Why did any of this happen? If I don't have a Quirk, or any of the other powers someone can have, then why did I hurt Kacchan?! Please, just tell me what I am!"
Tears started falling out of his eyes, even as he finished talking. Inko put a hand over her mouth while Hisashi directed his gaze to the table. This went on for a minute before Hisashi stood up and walked out of the dining room, muttering something about "wanting to wait until he was older."
"Izuku, honey, there's something you need to know," Inko said, putting a hand on Midoriya's shoulder. "Four years ago, Daddy and I, we were trying so hard to start a family, harder than anyone else we knew. But even with all of that, the doctors said that we would never be able to have children of our own."
"But then how… does, does that mean I'm adopted?"
"Yes, but it's a little more complicated than that."
As if on cue, Hisashi returned to the dining room and placed a metal box with a coded lock on top of the table. He pressed a series of buttons before a loud beep sounded off and the top of the box opened slightly. Hisashi pulled the lid up completely, and Midoriya looked over to see what was inside: a long piece of metal bearing a black pentagon with what looked like the letter "S" inside of it.
"What's this?" Midoriya asked.
"This is the lid of a spaceship," Hisashi said.
"A s-spaceship? Why would you have been near something like that? What does that have to do with me?" Another question tried to escape Midoriya's mouth, but he stopped it from happening as everything came together.
"Four years ago, your mother and I were camping near Mount Fuji when a ball of fire crashed near us. It wasn't a falling star, but a spaceship from an unknown civilization. The only thing inside the ship was a baby, and that baby, well, that baby was you."
Midoriya stopped crying. At this point, he felt more confused than he did sad.
"So the reason I have powers when I shouldn't have powers. It's because I'm an alien?" Midoriya asked.
"That seems to be it," Hisashi said. "And very conveniently, you awakened your powers at the same age that the vast majority of people born here awaken their own."
"So that means I hurt Kacchan because I'm a monster."
"That's not true!" Inko shouted. "You're not a monster, Izuku!"
"Yes, I am! People who aren't monsters don't hurt their friends the way I hurt Kacchan, even if their friends were being mean!"
"That was an accident! They happen literally every day!" Hisashi shouted. "It doesn't matter where you came from, Izuku, you're still our son-"
"Even if you say that, it's not true!" Midoriya cut in. "If I was really your son, then I wouldn't have any powers and Kacchan wouldn't have gotten hurt! But all of that happened! Because, because I'm someone who doesn't belong here!"
Midoriya jumped out of his seat and ran to his room, ignoring his parents' pleas for him to come back. He slammed the door shut and jumped on his bed, now ignoring the pounding against his bedroom door. The only sound he was paying attention to was the sound of his tears coming back in full force.
Kacchan came back to school a month later. He had scars all over his chest and titanium screws in his left arm, but other than that, he was fine. He didn't say a word to me for the rest of the year; only ever scowling at me in silence. For someone like Kacchan to not lay into someone who sent him to the hospital, they must have made him so angry that he was at a loss for words. I ended up being the person to make that happen. All because I'm an alien. All because I don't belong here.
Whether it's a Quirk, magic, the Metagene, or some kind of mutation, roughly ninety percent of the world has some kind of superpower, yet I have powers in the one way that everyone hates. Ever since Heroes and Villains first appeared, the ones who have been responsible for the most destruction have always been aliens. The Lantern War, where the Green Lantern and Red Lantern Corps got into a huge fight and used Earth as a battleground, had one of the highest death tolls in history, and to this day, Alan Scott still orbits the planet in the Green Palace to shoot down invaders before they can come anywhere near here.
I'm the same kind of person as the people who caused all of that. My parents said that they didn't care about that and that I shouldn't, either. If they don't care, that's fine, but I couldn't just stop myself from caring about it, especially since I had proof that I was dangerous.
So I decided not to bring attention to myself. I'd live a normal life where I didn't rub any shoulders or turn any heads, and that meant not being a Hero. Someone like me didn't deserve to be a Hero, anyway. Someone like me would only get people hurt and cause more harm than good.
Japan. April, 20XX, present.
"Why do I have to think about all of this, right now?" Midoriya asked, wiping his face as he kept walking. "Stupid Kacchan. Just leave me alone and let me live my life."
"I'll let you live it, kid. For about another minute, anyway," a voice said.
Midoriya turned around to see who was talking to him and felt his jaw drop. Shooting out of a manhole a few steps away from him was a giant mass of sludge, staring at him with wild eyes and smiling at him with jagged teeth. Before Midoriya could say anything, the sludge had shot forward and wrapped itself around him, shoving some of itself into his mouth.
There was no mistaking it: Midoriya was being attacked by a Villain.
"You really saved me, kid," the Sludge Villain said. "I was being chased by the Hero of all Heroes, and lucky me, I find a nice-looking body for me to hide in."
Midoriya tried clawing at the Sludge Villain, but it just laughed at him.
"I'm liquid, you moron! You might as well stop struggling. It'll make things easier for the both of us."
The Sludge Villain started wrapping itself around Midoriya's face, covering the entirety of it in a matter of seconds. He was hoping for that. As soon as it happened, Midoriya's eyes started glowing red underneath all the sludge with an intense heat. In a few seconds, the sludge around Midoriya's face started bubbling up like a boiling pot of water, and it started spreading across the entirety of the Sludge Villain's body.
With an angry scream, the Sludge Villain flew off of Midoriya's body, which, in turn, allowed for twin beams of red light to shoot out of Midoriya's eyes and into the sky.
"Ow, ow, goddammit!" The Sludge Villain shouted. "That hurt like hell, but the fact that you've got a Quirk like that makes things even be-"
Before the Sludge Villain could finish talking, Midoriya puckered his lips and breathed in its direction, releasing a giant gust of wind that sent its body flying backwards.
"I've gotta get out of here!" Midoriya shouted. "I need to find a Hero and get them to come over here and arrest him. Wait, but if I do that, he'll probably be gone by the time I get back. Should I try to detain him, myself? I might be able to freeze him with my ice breath, since his body's like a liquid. But what if I get in trouble for vigilantism? They might go easy because it was self-defense, though. Even still, I'd be more likely to get in trouble than I would be to not get in trouble."
As Midoriya rambled on, the Sludge Villain regained its composure and wrapped itself around Midoriya's leg. The sudden presence of some slimy substance on his skin made him take pause.
"Will you shut up, already?! I've had enough of you! It's over, kid!"
"You're right. It is over," a new person said, his sentence punctuated by the sound of heavy weight crashing into pavement. "Why, you ask?"
"Oh, no," the Sludge Villain cried. Midoriya, meanwhile, stared in awe at the person in front of him. That muscular build, those blue eyes hidden in dark shadows, that blonde hair stylised into antennae. It was weird that he was dressed in such a casual T-shirt and jeans and holding a plastic shopping bag, but there was no mistake about this.
"I have arrived!" There was no mistake that this was All Might, the number one Hero in the world.
"Oh, no!"
"Texas-"
"Goddammi-"
"SMASH!" All Might reeled back an arm and let loose a punch in the direction of the Sludge Villain. He didn't actually touch it, though, instead punching the air with so much force that a massive shockwave was sent forward. The shockwave hit the Sludge Villain dead on, and its body was completely broken apart and scattered around the street.
All Midoriya could do was stand there in awe at his idol. Said idol, meanwhile, took a bottle of water out of his shopping bag and emptied it out onto the street. Once it was emptied out, he sped around the area to every spot that pieces of the Sludge Villain ended up. Midoriya wondered what he was doing, but after a few seconds, he saw that the street was spotless and the entirety of the Sludge Villain was contained in the water bottle. With that, he returned to standing in awe.
"Sorry you had to get involved in this, kid," All Might said, putting the water bottle in his pocket. "That guy robbed a bank earlier, and I took it upon myself to take him down. I almost had him, but then a can fell out of the sky and hit me in the face, giving him an opening. Seriously, a can falling out of the sky! How does that even happen?!"
"I-I-I wouldn't know," Midoriya stammered.
"Anyway, he used that to escape, and I had no idea where to find him. But then! I saw a beam of light being fired into the sky! I figured that someone was getting into a fight, and given the timing, it was possible that it would've been with this bastard, right here! It looks like I was right on the money, too! What's your name?"
"I-I-Izuku Midoriya, sir!"
"Well, Young Midoriya, I have to give you my props! That guy must have given you a hard time, but you still stood your ground. VERY NICE!"
"Th-Thank you, All Might!" Midoriya shouted, bowing repeatedly at such a low angle that he nearly hit his head against the ground.
"I'm actually a bit curious about how that all went down. Mind telling me about it?"
"O-Of course not!"
An extended conversation with All Might. With that, Midoriya was suddenly having one of the best days he'd had in a while.
Chapter 3: Izuku Midoriya: Birthright (3)
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"WOW! That's an amazing story, Midoriya, my boy! To think that kids these days could be so cool under pressure is astounding!"
"Y-Yeah," Midoriya said, scratching the back of his head. Truth be told, the entire situation was one of the scariest things Midoriya ever had to deal with in his life, but there was no way he was going to let that show. This was All Might, after all. Everyone's Hero. His Hero. And he'd been holding an actual conversation with him that the man was actually enjoying.
This was the stuff of dreams. Like he'd died and gone to heaven.
"Come on, be a little prouder of yourself!. You did great for someone without even an ounce of training. Wish I had that kind of natural born talent when I was your age." All Might said, slapping Midoriya on the back. Much to his surprise, he had to fight to keep on his feet.
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean, you don't think I was born as this pinnacle of muscular heroism, do you?"
All Might started flexing his body left and right, his biceps stretching the fabric of his shirt.
"Would it be too embarrassing to say that I did?"
"Anyway, the point is that I had to work my ass off seven times to get to be who I am. If someone like you did the same, well, there's no telling how far you'd go."
"R-Really?!" Midoriya shouted.
"Really! Midoriya, my boy, you're going to make a fine Hero, someday!"
"Really?! Thank you! Thank you!"
Midoriya started bowing so low and so rapidly that he started carving away at the pavement. If Midoriya was happy before, now he was being propelled all the way to Oa with excitement. Meeting your Hero was one thing. Holding a conversation with them was another. Said Hero telling you that you have a bright future ahead of you? Priceless.
Priceless until you remembered the immeasurable cost of it.
Wait. What am I doing? Midoriya asked himself, his bowing coming to a sudden halt. This isn't something I should be happy about. The idea of being a Hero… even if it's coming from All Might, I can't do it. I just can't do it.
Memories flashed before Midoriya's eyes. A memory of him throwing Bakugou into a building. A memory of learning that Bakugou would have died if it took a minute longer to get him to the hospital. A memory of being told that it happened all because he was born the exact kind of thing that would do that.
Someone like him didn't deserve to be a Hero. Midoriya knew that, yet he let himself forget in the excitement of meeting All Might.
Kacchan's right, I am a hypocrite, Midoriya told himself. I keep trying to put Hero stuff behind me, but I can't get myself to fully commit. One way or another, I always find myself falling back into it, only to start running away again when I remember how much I don't deserve it.
Midoriya knew that he couldn't keep doing this. He couldn't keep floundering between ideals and resolutions, like he'd always been. He needed to commit to something, but he couldn't. Thinking about becoming a Hero always brought him back to what he did to Bakugou and how, and he knew he shouldn't aspire for anything other than a normal life. Thinking about living a normal life always brought him back to his childhood dreams of Heroism and made him remember how badly he wanted it. It was an ouroboros of contradictory thoughts.
Childhood. Childhood dreams. All Might. ALL MIGHT! I'm talking to All Might! Midoriya screamed in his head. All Might's my idol! The best Hero, there is! He knows more about being a Hero than anyone else in the world! If I tell him about this and ask for some advice, he'll be able to tell me what to do!
"Well, I'm off! Gotta take this guy to the authorities, you know. See you in the big leagues, kid!" All Might exclaimed.
All Might bent his body into a crouching position before jumping up and propelling himself far into the air, the pavement cracking as an after effect.
"Ah, no! Wait!"
Midoriya could feel his chance slipping away from him. Not wanting to lose anything, he did the one thing that would be sensible at the moment: he performed a similarly superhuman jump into the air at the same angle as All Might and grabbed onto his leg, taking extra care to not accidentally break it in two.
"Hey, what gives?!" All Might shouted the picosecond Midoriya latched onto him. "Midoriya, my boy, as much fun as it was talking with you, I really need to get going!"
"I know, and I'm really sorry, but I've gotta ask you one more question!"
"I'm sure you have a million questions for me, but now isn't the time! You need to let me be!"
"But if I let go now, I'll fall and, well, I don't know if I'd die from this height, but-"
"FINE, FINE! I'll set us down somewhere!"
"Thank you!" Midoriya shouted.
Midoriya had succeeded in getting more time to talk with All Might. He felt so happy about that that he didn't even question why a drop of blood had flown out of All Might's mouth.
Another day, another fight with Midoriya that fell apart before it could even become anything. If there was one thing Bakugou could be happy about, it was that a year from now, he'd never have to deal with that headache again. The more he thought about that, though, the more he thought about the slew of additional problems that that would just end up creating. Thus the birth of a whole new headache.
"Man, you really pissed Midoriya off, Bakugou!"
"I thought he was gonna kick your ass, for sure!"
The two peons following him around certainly didn't help dealing with it.
"Seriously, the guy could probably stop a train with his bare hands, and you keep starting shit with him. It's like you're a masochist, or something," Peon #1 laughed as Peon #2 handed him a cigarette.
"The hell I am. I just can't stand that piece of shit Deku acting like he's better than me all the time, just so he can run away with his tail between his legs whenever someone tries to make him put his money where his mouth is," Bakugou said.
Bakugou turned around, grabbed the cigarettes from Peons #1 and 2, and disintegrated them with his Quirk.
"Hey!" Peon #2 shouted.
"I told you morons not to smoke when I'm around! If you're caught, it'll go on my record, too, dipshits!
The peons' mouths dropped. Their bodies started shaking. Weird. These two had clung to Bakugou's sides long enough to not get like that when he went off on them, so that didn't make any sense.
Bakugou turned back around and saw a giant mass of sludge with jagged teeth glaring at him. Now it made sense.
"A body with a good Quirk."
After being in the air for several more seconds, All Might landed on top of a nearby building. Midoriya never knew he could feel so thankful to be on solid ground.
"So, All Might-" Looking over to his Hero, Midoriya saw that All Might had his back completely turned away from him.
"I wasn't lying when I said I was in a hurry, so what's so important?" All Might asked. "Do you want more autographs, or something? Which people who definitely aren't you should I make them out to?"
"No, it's not that! I wouldn't waste your time with something like that! I mean, it's not that I didn't believe you when you said you were busy, so I'm only still bothering you because I have something really important to talk to you about. That being said, I wouldn't object to getting more autographs, but now isn't the time or place for that, and it's not really something that will kill me if I don't get it-"
"Okay, okay, you're sorry and this is important, I get it! Just come out with it, already!"
"Right, sorry!"
Midoriya took in a breath, then let it go. He took it back in, he let it back out. Now or never.
"Earlier, you said that I can be a Hero, but what I want to ask you is, well, um, should I be a Hero?"
"Huh? Should you be a Hero? That's rather subjective, isn't it? But the fact that you would ask the question at all… why do you think you shouldn't be a Hero?"
"It's, It's my powers. I'm really happy that you praised the way I used them before, but I wasn't always able to use them like that. When I was a kid, and I just got them, I wasn't that good or careful with them, and they aren't the kind of powers that are fine to not have a handle on…"
"Yes, but now you can handle them. No one's an expert with their Quirks from day one, that's why we have Power Counseling. If you ask me, you're being too hard on yourself. Just because you did something a little stupid when you were younger doesn't mean you need to give up on being a Hero-"
"Almost killing my friend isn't a little stupid!" Midoriya shouted. Losing himself, Midoriya stomped on the ground so hard that a small hole formed under his heel.
All Might finally turned around to face him, his trademark smile nowhere to be found.
"What happened?"
"I, I just got my powers after everyone else in my class had theirs for months. Everyone kept saying that I was going to be Quirkless, even the doctor told me I'd never have a Quirk, but then I ripped the door to my apartment off its hinges. That meant everyone was wrong and I did have a Quirk, right? That's what I was thinking.
"After that, I got it in my head that even though I was still a kid, I needed to be more proactive to play catch up. One day, I saw my friend picking on another kid, so I got into a fight with him to get him to stop. He jumped onto my back, so I thought it'd be cool if I tried using one of your moves on him, and I, I, I sent him flying into a building! They had to put screws all over his arm, his chest is covered in scars, he couldn't go to school for a month, he, he, he almost died! My best friend was nearly killed, and it was all my fault!"
Midoriya could feel tears welling up as he forced himself to remember everything. All the pain he caused, all the turmoil he induced, all the revelations thrown in his face. He didn't hear any tears hitting the ground, however, as before they could, All Might was in front of him, wiping each one off his face.
"Midoriya, my boy, I need you to be honest with me," All Might said. "When I first entered the Top Ten ranking, I was told that in the summer of 20XX, an alien pod crash landed near the base of Mt. Fuji. It contained a humanoid child, and four years later, that child was involved in an incident where a human child nearly lost his life. Are you that alien?"
Midoriya jumped back, getting out of arm's length of All Might. A cold sweat was shooting out of his pores. His hands were shaking, his pupils dilating. He wanted to engage in flight without even thinking about fight.
"CALM DOWN!"
And he did. Very slowly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to send you into a panic," All Might said. "I just wanted a full understanding of the situation. Please don't think for a second that I, or anyone else who knows the truth about you, would want to put you in danger. Do you understand?"
Midoriya nodded his head, his breathing becoming slightly more steady.
"So. You're an alien. If it was just an accident caused by misusing your powers, that'd be one thing. But being an alien, well, that adds a whole other layer to it."
"Yeah," Midoriya said, eyes glued to the ground. "After my parents told me that, it made sense why I was able to hurt my friend even without a Quirk: because I'm the same kind of terrible Monster they always say aliens are in school. I almost killed him when I was just four years old, and I'm getting stronger and stronger every year, without even trying. Someone like me doesn't deserve the right to be a Hero. By the time I'm old enough, I'd just destroy everything around me! Just like a Monster!
"But even though that much is obvious, I can't stop myself from dreaming about becoming a Hero. I still watch the U.A. Sports Festival every year, I record every piece of Hero-related news, I even take notes on my classmates and Pro Heroes so I can analyze them for future reference. I keep getting drawn back to Heroes, even though I know that I shouldn't try to have anything to do with them.
"So, so that's why I'm still bothering you, All Might. You're the best Hero in the world, so I want you to be honest with me: even though I'm an alien who's probably only good at hurting people, should I try to be a Hero?"
Midoriya started crying again, but this time, he held in his tears and stared at All Might. The expression on Midoriya's face was part fearful, part hopeful, and everything in-between. With heavy anticipation, he waited for All Might's answer.
Before All Might could say anything, however, a cloud of steam exploded out of his body.
"A-All Might?!"
"SHIT! I really was out of time!" Midoriya heard All Might shout.
"Wh-What's going on?! Are you alright, All Mighhhhhaaaaa?!"
When the smoke cleared, Midoriya found himself screaming, for All Might was gone. Standing in his place was a man who stood at the same height, but had so little muscle mass that his clothes looked three sizes too big. The hair was the same color, but this man's hair made it look like he hadn't gotten out of bed in a week. The eyes were the same blue covered in shadows, but the bags under this man's eyes gave an implication of fatigue, rather than mystique. The face lacked All Might's trademark chiseled appearance, instead possessing a sunken, angular look far more suited for a man with some sort of disease than the Symbol of Peace. There was a very simple explanation.
"You're not All Might!"
"Yes, I am," the man said whilst simultaneously coughing up blood.
"There's no way! How?!"
"Um, well, you know how the members of the Shazam Family all get really buff when they use their powers? It's like that!"
"Seriously?!"
At this point, Midoriya had forced himself to accept that this was, in fact, All Might, even if it made no sense for that to be the case.
"Now you see why I was in such a hurry," All Might said, sitting down on the ground with a sigh. "Since we've gotten here, I might as well tell you the truth; might even be relevant for your problem. Just don't go telling anyone about this, okay?"
Without realizing it, Midoriya must have stammered out some form of agreement, for All Might then started pulling up his shirt as if it was important to do so.
It was. Underneath his shirt was an utterly ugly mess of skin. The left half of his torso was rough and scarred and covered in stitches, with all the damage converging onto a circular patch of skin around where his heart would be. Midoriya hated how looking at such ugly scarring made him remember what Bakugou looked like under his shirt.
"Five years ago, I got this wound from a powerful Villain. My respiratory system was destroyed, and they had to remove my entire stomach. The aftereffects of dozens of surgeries have caused my body to waste away to the point where I can only fight for three hours a day."
"No way… Was, was that from when you fought the Atomic Skull?"
"Hmph! As if a punk like that could do me in like this. No, the guy who did this to me was way above him, and I only got away with my life because I managed to hit him as hard as he hit me."
"Wh-What?! So, so the guy who did that to you got it just as bad?"
"Probably worse. There were, well, other factors at play that I won't get into, but even though it's been five years, that guy shouldn't be moving around any time soon."
"No way…"
Midoriya put a hand over his mouth. He felt sick. He felt short of breath. He felt like vomiting, but he couldn't make anything come out.
"This is what they don't teach you about being a Hero. The public acts like it's all a squeaky clean business, like all you do is strap on your tights, punch some people trying to rob a bank, get the key to the city, and go back home while shooting a sly wink to the fans. But even back in the Golden Age, it was never that simple. Sometimes, you can't just play it safe. Sometimes, the bad guys won't go down in just a few punches, and when you're too naive to realise that, they'll start hitting you and everyone around you hard. When that happens, you can't be afraid to do the same to them. A Hero should never go out of their way to kill or severely hurt someone, but they can't be afraid to do so if there aren't any other options."
Midoriya couldn't form any form of response. Every ounce of power he put into thinking was focused on trying to make sense out of everything. He had no idea what his face looked like at that moment, but if All Might expression was any help, it couldn't have been anything good.
"That's what I thought," All Might said, standing up.
"What? What's what you thought?" Midoriya asked.
"After hearing all of that, your expression didn't change for the better; if anything, it just got worse. You're so wracked with guilt and fear over repeating what you did ten years ago that the idea of being forced to do just that leaves you shaking in your boots, even if the target would be a Villain."
"Wh-What's so crazy about that? If someone like you suddenly says that I need to be ready to tear people apart, how am I supposed to-"
"And that's the other problem!" All Might cut in, dashing right in front of Midoriya and making his spindly form tower over him. "The other reason you're taking this so poorly is because of your own confirmation bias. You weren't really looking for my honest opinion, you just wanted me to tell you exactly what you wanted to hear so you could stop having doubts about your future. Life doesn't work that way, though. It's good to go to others for help, but in the end, you need to decide on how your life will go, all by yourself.
"Midoriya, my boy, I still think you can be a Hero, but whether or not you should be one? I honestly can't say, and it's not because you're an alien, it's because of a shortcoming you could've had, even if you were human."
All Might stepped away from Midoriya, asked him one more time not to tell anyone about his injury, and exited the rooftop via the connecting stairwell. Midoriya just stood there, looking at nothing. Listening to nothing. Thinking about nothing.
Then he cried once more, and no one was able to stop his tears from flowing.
Some minutes later, Midoriya left the rooftop. Not because he was feeling better, though. There was no point in standing there petrified, and he needed to get home before his mom started worrying. If it wasn't for that, he had no idea where he'd be going, right now.
So much for All Might being able to help me, Midoriya thought to himself. It's not like he was wrong, though. I was just hoping that he'd just give me another one of his big smiles and say 'Who cares if you're an alien? Go be a Hero!' I never even thought about him saying anything I didn't want to hear. That was stupid. So, so stupid.
Midoriya was at a loss. Meeting with All Might did nothing to help with his conflicting ideals and motivations; if anything, the meeting simply served to exasperate them. After all, if someone like All Might was calling him a hypocrite, it was hard to try and argue with that. If someone like All Might told you to figure things out on your own, there was really no choice in the matter. If making this kind of decision was easy for Midoriya, though, he wouldn't need to have talked to All Might, in the first place.
I need to take my mind off this. I was having a bad day, then I was having a good day, now I'm having a bad day, again. Need to do something to bring this back to a good day.
As the thought went through Midoriya's head, he heard an explosion sound off through the air. There was a large crowd of people across the street, it must have come from over there. The crowd kept getting larger, and with his enhanced sight, it looked like a lot of people were smiling.
There must have been Heroes and Villains fighting over there.
Midoriya gave a solemn shrug and started crossing the street. Something like this probably wouldn't do much, but he did make it a habit of watching Heroes fight whenever it happened near him. Not only that, but it could be fun to see what Villain was being taken down.
It wasn't fun. It wasn't fun in any way, shape, or form.
The Villain causing a ruckus was, without a doubt, the Sludge Villain All Might had apprehended earlier. Midoriya couldn't forget that slimy body of his, and the roaring flames only served to make it look even more threatening.
Back when I grabbed All Might's leg, I must have knocked the bottle loose! It must have fallen out of his pants, and the Villain got free! Midoriya thought to himself.
Listening in on the chatter of the other onlookers, Midoriya learned that the Sludge Villain had taken someone hostage and was manipulating their body. The hostage must have had a fire-based Quirk, and that was where the flames had come from.
There were Heroes on the scene, of course, but they were all useless. The plant-based Hero Kamui Woods could barely move around, unless he wanted his body to catch fire and turn to ash. Because of said fire, Rescue Specialist Backdraft was too busy putting them out with his Hydrokinesis Quirk to deal with the Sludge Villain. Newbie Hero Mt. Lady had a Quirk that turned her body into a giant, but only a giant, so in that crowded street, she couldn't move around. The only Hero not being inhibited by the environment was Desutegoro, but he was a strictly physical fighter, so he couldn't do anything without hurting the hostage.
The most disheartening reality, though, was the lack of All Might's presence. People were talking about how they saw All Might chasing the Sludge Villain earlier, and now they were confused as to why he was nowhere to be seen. Only Midoriya knew why All Might wasn't around: he couldn't be around. Because he reached the limit of his Quirk for the day. Because Midoriya bugged him with useless questioning. And it was because he set out to do that that the Sludge Villain was using someone to cause chaos and wasn't sitting in a jail cell, right now.
This is all my fault! All of this is happening because I was so stupid. Because of me, innocent people are going to get hurt! Again! All because of me!
Midoriya felt like his heart was going to fly out of his chest. It felt like he was having a heart attack. Could whatever he was even have a heart attack? It was probably psychosomatic, but either way, he hated this. Hated that people were getting hurt. Hated that All Might told him he shouldn't be a Hero. Hated that people were suffering because of his carelessness, just like Bakugou did.
In an incredible moment of happenstance, the Sludge Villain's body shifted around just slightly enough for Midoriya to see that the hostage was Bakugou. He looked like he was going to cry.
Before Midoriya knew what he was doing, he had jumped away from the crowd and was running towards the Sludge Villain.
"Hey, kid! What the hell are you doing?! Get back here!" Desutegoro was yelling at Midoriya to stop, but he didn't listen. He couldn't listen. Nothing in his body was allowing him to listen.
"You, again?!" The Sludge Villain, a hint of panic in his voice.
Before the Sludge Villain could make any sort of move, Midoriya had jumped on top of him and Bakugou. He grabbed onto Bakugou's arm as soon as he found it among the sludge and started pulling on it with all of his might.
Izuku, you gotta stop, a voice in the back of his head told him. You know what you can do. You can tear his arm off. You nearly killed him once, and now you're going to do it, again.
I know what I did! Midoriya shouted back at it. I know what I can do, too! I know that I can tear his arm off! I know that I can rip his organs out of his body! I know that I can throw him up into the clouds and make him a pancake on a sidewalk three towns over! That's not important, though! Nothing that pops up in my head is important!
"What's important is making sure no one dies!"
Simultaneous with Midoriya's shout of triumph, he pulled Bakugou completely free of the Sludge Villain and threw him in the air in Mt. Lady's direction. With the timing of a true Pro, she activated her Quirk and caught him like an outfielder at Koshien. The crowd went wild.
"Goddammit! Why you do keep getting in my way, brat?!" The Sludge Villain shouted. "Not this time! I'm taking you out, for good! And this time! This time, you won't have All Might to… save your…"
"What won't he have me to do?!" A new, familiar voice shouted.
Midoriya turned around. He didn't want to believe. He couldn't believe it. Even now, with him looking right at it, he could still barely believe it, but there he was. There was All Might, looking just like people expected him to look, making the Sludge Villain stammer in fear.
"It's just like I told you, before: if you want to be a Hero, you can't be afraid to go all out!" All Might shouted, blood spurting out of his mouth.
"Detroit SMASH!"
Before the Sludge Villain could even move, All Might hit him with a downward punch with so much force that three things happened as a result: the Sludge Villain's body was completely broken apart, the resulting air pressure extinguished all of the fires on the street, and that same air pressure created a rising air current so powerful that it started raining.
Midoriya smiled as the crowd cheered. This was exactly what the Number One Hero was capable of: a lot more than him.
All Might left as soon as everyone was sure that the Villain was defeated. Everyone thought he was just going off to fight somewhere else, but I knew that that was far from the case.
The remaining Heroes collected the scattered pieces of the Sludge Villain's body and handed him over to the police so he could be put into custody. I was scolded for interfering in Hero business and putting myself in danger. Kacchan, meanwhile, was praised for being so brave in the face of danger. Neither of those statements were true, though: anyone who looked at Kacchan back there would have known that he was scared out of his mind, and anyone who knew me would have known that I put everyone except myself in danger. I could have hurt Kacchan all over again, I knew that, yet I still went in to save him. What did that say about me, then?
After the Heroes and police were done talking to Midoriya, he went back on his way home. The day started out bad, then it got good, then it became bad again, and it finally evolved into something he couldn't really recognize. Either way, all he wanted to do was go home, go to sleep, and put everything behind him.
"DEKU!" He'd have to put a pin in that.
"Kacchan?" Midoriya asked, turning around to see Bakugou standing near him.
"This doesn't change anything, Deku, you know that?! I could've beaten that guy by myself. I didn't need help from a fucking coward, like you! Don't go around thinking I'm gonna start kissing your ass, because of this! You haven't done anything to earn that, and you never will when you're just gonna be a hypocrite all your life! You stupid nerd!"
Bakugou kicked a trash can over before turning around and walking away, muttering obscenities under his breath.
Even though he didn't want to show, Midoriya could tell that, in his own way, Bakugou actually was thanking him. At the same time, though, he was just repeating what he always said: he didn't deserve Bakugou's respect if he couldn't commit to anything.
"Not like that's changed, at all," Midoriya told himself as he continued his walk home.
"I am here!" Before he could make even one step forward, All Might ran in front of him, smiling in his muscular form.
"A-All Might?! What are you doing here?!"
"Surprised, aren't you? I would've talked to you back at the scene of the crime, but I needed to get away from all those reporters. Wasn't hard to do, though. After all, I'm All Mi-"
All Might started coughing up blood and reverted to his powerless form. He was really pushing himself, and Midoriya knew that he was partly responsible for that.
"All Might, I, I'm really sorry! If I hadn't tried to bug you with my problems, that Villain wouldn't have gotten free, and then you wouldn't have had to push yourself past your time limit, and-"
"Actually, young Midoriya, it's I who owe you an apology," All Might interjected.
"What?"
"Ever since I received my injury, there had been too many incidents like the one today, situations where I forced myself to the sidelines because I was scared of going over my limits and hurting myself further. But you, who told me how scared you were of taking action and putting other people at risk, you cast aside all of your doubts and moved to save your friend. That selflessness made me remember that a Hero can't be slowed down by their personal hang ups! All that matters is that they go out and save people who need help; their own crap can be dealt with, later! That's how I need to start acting again, and it's clearly how you want to act!"
"Even if you say that, though, I'm just, I'm still just-"
"You're still just someone who has the resolve to save a life!"
Even though All Might's form looked nowhere near as strong as usual, Midoriya still found himself being moved by his words, absorbing every syllable into his body. Like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders that even his incredible strength couldn't move.
"Today, I gave you the wrong answers, and you asked me the wrong questions. It's not about whether or not you can be a Hero, and it's not about whether or not you should be a Hero. Midoriya, my boy, there's only one question that matters: do you want to be a Hero?"
It was a question Midoriya had been putting out of his mind for ten years. Ever since that day, it never felt like it was what mattered compared to the question of whether or not it was actually right. That might have been wrong, though. If today was worth anything, it meant that he had been going about things the wrong way for ten years.
"I, I almost killed my friend because I was so reckless with my powers. His body's always going to be messed up because of that. No matter how much good I do, I can't ever fix that."
"Yes, that's true. No matter how good a person you are, you can't change the past."
"I don't have a Quirk, I don't have the Metagene, I can't use magic, I didn't fall in a vat of toxic waste. My powers aren't anything that belong on Earth. I'm not anything that belongs on Earth."
"A lot of people would agree with that. Ever since the Lantern War, people haven't been very kind to aliens. Renegade, Starfire, Martian Manhunter, we lost a lot of great Heroes at the height of the paranoia."
"It's not like that's even over. Look! Up in the sky! The sun's setting, so if you look closely, you can see the light of Alan Scott's Green Palace! The space station he's been living in for almost a century to shoot down anyone like me who comes anywhere near here! And everyone's okay with that!"
"That's true. If anyone ever found out about you being an alien, you'd probably get a Hero or two sent to capture you. If that happened, you'd need to pray that Alan Scott doesn't personally go after you."
"Even still, I want to prove that one mistake shouldn't define who I am!"
"As you should."
"Even still, I want to prove that I have the right to be here, even if I wasn't born here!"
"Everyone should have that right."
"Even still, I want to prove that I'm not like the aliens they talk about in the history books and in the propaganda films!"
"No one would want to be like that."
"I want to prove this to everyone, but most of all, I want to prove it to myself! I… Even still, I…"
With watery eyes, Midoriya turned his head up to the sky, looking straight in the direction of the Green Palace.
"I WANT TO BE A HERO!"
"Then be one, and don't let anyone stop you."
That was when it all truly started for me. That was the day I stopped wavering and strengthened my resolve. From that day onward, I reclaimed my childhood dream of becoming a Hero, and thanks to that, I started walking the path towards becoming the greatest Hero of all time. Despite what a lot of people think, though, the next step for me wasn't going to a Hero school.
The next step for me was figuring out who I really was.
Chapter 4: S.T.A.R. Labs Interlude - And We Just Fixed the Security
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Still working on the next chapter, but I have two things I wanted to say. First, and this is embarrassing, but I just noticed in the last chapter that I had Midoriya say that Alan Scott had been in space for centuries. That was a mistake; I meant to write "almost a century," and the last chapter's been edited as such (one of these days, I'll learn to proofread).
Second, and this is awesome, because this story has a TV Tropes page! I know that that doesn't necessarily equate to quality, but it's still really cool, and something I've always wanted for one of my stories (well, one of my good stories, anyway)! Please, add stuff when you think stuff needs to be added!
And just so there's a bigger point to this update, here's something that leads into the next arc.
America. April, 20XX, present day.
People always asked Harrison Wells why he founded S.T.A.R. Labs. Some thought it was to secure lucrative patents for all of his inventions. It wasn't, he was smart enough to get those without starting a giant laboratory. Some thought it was to conduct experiments on Quirk users and Metahumans that the government couldn't be linked to. It wasn't, he was no Niles Caulder, despite the wheelchair. No, the reason Harrison Wells founded S.T.A.R. Labs was simple: he wanted to use science to help people. Whether it was through a new invention that furthered people's understanding of reality or providing occasional assistance to the Flash Family, Wells was driven by nothing more than a desire to help his fellow man.
Tonight was a good example of this trait of his, in action. As Wells was getting ready to go home after a full day of work, he ran into the night security guard in the hallway and noticed the sad expression on his purple face. Wells asked him what was wrong, and the security guard lamented that he forgot to buy his daughter a birthday present, and the toy store was going to close in an hour. Wells, understanding perfectly well how hard it was to try and balance a job with being a parent, told him that he'd keep watch for an hour so he could buy the present.
The look on his face was exactly why Wells got into this business. Some people might call him naive, including some he worked with on a regular basis, but making others happy was all that really counted.
"Even so, this is pretty boring," Wells said as he zipped around the labs. All he was doing was going into one room after the other, making sure that no one was there, and then starting over once he reached the end. It was mind numbing. If the security guard came back a little later than an hour, he honestly wouldn't be upset.
At the start of his fifth rollaround, Wells heard a loud rattling coming from the Weapons Development Lab.
"Hello?" No response. It'd make sense if it was a rat, but that was far too loud a sound for a rat. There also would never be a rat in S.T.A.R. Labs, he'd never allow for it.
"Mr. Jones?" Still no response. Very suspect. As Wells rolled towards the door, he put the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his left hand into the shape of a gun, and a small blue flame appeared at the tip of his fingers. Welding wasn't much of a Quirk when it came to offense, but it was good enough for a surprise attack.
The surprise, though, was on him. As Wells reached for the door handle to the lab, the door slid open. Standing in the doorway was a large man with a bald head, a light-colored body, and a wicked grin on his face.
Wells barely had time to form even a single thought before he was hit in the head and lost consciousness.
When Wells woke up, he wasn't at all surprised to find himself in the Medical Ward. He also wasn't surprised to see his own face staring back at him. Another head of short, brown hair, another set of eyes hidden behind circular-rimmed glasses, it was a perfect reflection. Except for the baseball cap on top of the head. And the fact that it wasn't a reflection.
"I'm guessing you're mad at me, Harry," Wells said.
"What was your first clue?" The man, now identified as Harry, asked.
"Well, I have enough experience with being me to know what I look like when I'm mad. Being a version of me from an alternate reality means that there'll always be some little idiosyncrasies that we'll both share, no matter how different we may act."
"Then you know that, just like you, I don't take kindly to people acting like idiots!" Harry shouted.
"That is true."
"What were you thinking, Wells? You could have gotten killed. Thank God whoever broke in here didn't know that the alarm was programmed to go off whenever a Wells lost consciousness, otherwise he would have finished you on the spot."
"Don't berate me like I'm a child who needs to be told why they're on timeout, Harry. I know I screwed up, but we won't fix anything if you waste time simply reminding me."
"Heeyo!" A new voice said, one that was identical to Wells and Harry's. Into the Medical Ward entered another person sharing Wells' face, this one holding a six pack of beer and wearing a fedora, a black and white striped scarf, and a large grin on his face.
"H.R., what are you doing?" Harry asked.
"I got your text. You said it was urgent, so let's rock!"
"Can't believe I included you in the group text, by mistake," Harry muttered under his breath.
"H.R., when Harry said it was urgent, he meant 'Danger to Central City' urgent, not 'Emergency game night' urgent."
"Aw, man! So I brought beer and Secret Hitler for nothing?"
Wells and Harry shot H.R. a glare and he backed up a step.
"Sorry, sorry, not cool. Switching to serious mode, now! Hello there, fellow Councilmen! I heard there was an emergency. What happened?"
"There was a break in," Harry said. "One of the security guards, a man by the name of Rudy Jones, was paid to use his clearance codes to let a Villain into S.T.A.R. Labs, an action he got away with because our fearless leader over here fell for a sob story about him needing to buy a present for his kid."
"Not one of my proudest moments, I'll give you that," Wells said as he pushed himself off the medical bed and back into his wheelchair.
"If it makes you feel better, I probably would have fallen for it," H.R. said.
"Yes, but you're an idiot," Harry said.
Before anything else could be said, a red blur flew into the room faster than anyone could blink. The blur quickly materialized into a man wearing red spandex and yellow boots, a lightning bolt inside of a white circle adorning his chest.
"Hope you have good news for us, Flash," Harry said.
"And bad news, unfortunately," Flash said, taking off his cowl to reveal a handsome face with a full head of blonde hair. "The bad news is that I couldn't find the Villain. I searched S.T.A.R. Labs with my Forensic Analysis Quirk, but I couldn't find anything to go off of. He must have been using something that allowed him to mask his presence, either a Quirk or some advanced technology. Speaking of, what did he steal, anyway?"
"Some laser cannons, some plasma grenades, a skeleton key, and some blueprints for various projects. Nothing world ending, but still dangerous," Harry said.
"There is some good news, though. I was able to find Rudy, no problem. Didn't put up much of a fight, though not from lack of trying, and CCPD took him in. It didn't take much to get him to talk, either. He didn't give me the name of his partner, but he did say that he was planning on heading to Japan?"
"Why Japan?"
"Maybe he's gonna make a Godzilla?" H.R. asked. Everyone looked at him with skepticism. "What? It's what I'd do."
"Of course it is."
"The main point, of course, is that we know where to catch him," Wells said. "We need to have the authorities lock down the roads, airport, and docks, if they haven't already. Then, as an extra precaution, we need to alert all the major Hero Agencies in Japan that a bald Villain with a light-skinned body and probable supergenius intellect is fleeing there with stolen S.T.A.R. Labs technology."
"Dr. Wells, I'll head over to Japan if you need me to, but between Black Hole and the Rogues' newest scheme, the Wallys and I are stretched pretty thin, right now," Flash said.
"Don't worry about it, Mr. Allen, we all know how much Central City needs you. Japan's Heroes can handle this, and if they can't? Well, it's a good thing that one of our associates is already over there."
Flash nodded his head at Wells before putting his cowl back on and zipping out of the room.
Wells knew he screwed up, but this didn't change anything. He maintained a sense of pride in seeing the good in people, and it was thanks to that that he earned the trust of people who would be able to fix this.
"Sooooo, Secret Hitler?" H.R. asked.
"Only because you brought beer."
Chapter 5: The Übermenschen (1)
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Hello there, citizens! I am the man who needs no introduction, but here it is, anyway! I am All Might! The Number One Hero in the world! I'm the guy that everyone can count on to help them out of a jam. House burning down? I'm there! Royal Flush Gang robbing a bank? I'm there! Cute kitty cat caught in a tree? You better believe I'm there!
Though, if I'm being honest, underneath all this bravado is something a little less than glamorous. Five years ago, I had a fight with the most dangerous and vile Villain in the entire world. I defeated him, but I was nearly killed, in the process. It's not like I've never had a bad fight, but this one was definitely the worst of the worst. Even though I survived, the aftermath of the battle still hasn't faded from me. To this day, I'm only able to harness my power for a few hours a day, and the rest of the time, I can do nothing else but stand aside and hope that other people can pick up my slack.
What a load of croc! An even bigger load is that it took me five years to realise that, and I have one Izuku Midoriya to thank for that. The boy's lived his whole life afraid of hurting people with his powers, but when push came to shove, he put all of his fears aside to save his friend. Just like the Hero everyone thinks I am. Just like the Hero I need to get back to being!
I don't remember the last time I was so grateful towards someone. Young Midoriya's re-committed himself to becoming a Hero, and I'm going to do whatever I can to help him. That starts with his latest mission in life: finding out who he is.
Golden Week. A week of assorted holidays that gives everyone a chance to relax, a little. Schools and businesses are closed for most of the week, families take their children out on vacations, Heroes get to take some time off to go to festivals. Even Villain activity is noticeably lower during the week, showing that some bad guys are human enough to need a break, every once in a while. Midoriya would like to believe that he was human enough to go along with the festivities, just like everybody else.
A few weeks had passed since Midoriya's meeting with All Might. Thanks to All Might's brutal honesty, Midoriya was able to put his fears behind him just enough to fully fall back into his old desires of wanting to become a Hero. Obviously, that meant he'd be applying to U.A., because why wouldn't he try to go to All Might's alma mater? Of course, Midoriya had only just started ninth grade, so all of that was a year away. No need to rush anything. In the meantime, Midoriya knew he had to put his effort into something else.
He had to find the spaceship that brought him to Earth.
Technically, it wasn't something that was really necessary. Everything that had to do with him being an alien was a problem only he was aware of. But when it came down to it, that was the point. Midoriya was who he was today because he was an alien and had all the things that came with whatever sort of being he was, warts and all. He could make an attempt to just ignore it, but if he wanted any sort of closure, he needed to at least try and figure out where he came from and why.
When Midoriya told All Might that he wanted to find his spaceship after they finished discussing another matter, he didn't hesitate to offer his assistance. All Might had a busy schedule, though, and Midoriya, himself, still had school to worry about, so they agreed to meet up again at the start of Golden Week to discuss it; it would also give All Might a chance to gather up any information on the matter that only someone in his position could gain access to.
A few weeks went by after the incident with the Sludge Villain. Even with the attention he got from his involvement, Midoriya just kept his head down, acting the same as always, even if no one knew that things were different. Once Golden Week officially started, Midoriya bought a ticket for the first train out to Roppongi and headed out the door. Fortunately, he didn't have to stammer out a terrible lie to his mother, as when he mentioned he was going to Roppongi, she made an assumption that was highly convenient for him.
Of all the expensive, high-rise buildings in the expensively trendy neighborhood of Roppongi Hills, none stood out more than All Might's Hero Agency, Might Tower. The building stood 56 storeys above the street, even more if you counted the large, planet-like structure that sat atop the roof of the building. The inside of the building was just as impressive to look at, with each floor containing things like high intensity training rooms, cafeterias stocked with food befitting the class of Roppongi Hills, Big Belly Burger, as per the sponsorship deal, daycare centers for the children of the hundreds of employees, and a small museum chronicling some of All Might's greatest achievements in his career, dating all the way back to when he set the record for most points obtained in the U.A. entrance exam that still had yet to be broken.
On any given holiday, Midoriya would have loved to do what his mother thought he was doing and go there for a guided tour, as he had done so many times in the past that he had nearly memorized the tour guides' script, word for word. He wasn't there for that, though. It was just business. Business with All Might, of course, but still business.
That still makes it great, though! Midoriya thought to himself as he stood in the elevator. Because of all the work All Might does, he's hardly ever at Might Tower, and when he is here, he locks himself in his office and never leaves. In all the years that I've come here on birthdays and holidays and just when I try to get away from people, I've never been able to see him, but now I get to be the first civilian to actually hang out with All Might inside Might Tower! Even though this is actually really serious, I'm so happy!
The elevator door opened up at the top floor, where All Might's office was naturally located. Compared to the spectacle of the lower levels, the top floor was very lowkey, very much a standard office, aside from the giant statue of All Might, obviously. Because it was still All Might's boring-looking office space, though, Midoriya still found himself walking around in awe.
Even as he ended up bumping into the reception desk.
"Can I help you, kid? Are you looking for the tour?" The receptionist asked.
"Ah, no!" Midoriya said. "I'm actually looking for an employee. His name is, what was it again? Oh, right, Toshinori Yagi."
"You're here to see Mr. Yagi? Are you his son?"
"No, he's, um, a friend of my dad, and I wanted to talk to him about possibly getting a job here."
"Oh, okay. Just give me a second to call him over," the receptionist said, picking up the phone at her desk.
In all honesty, Midoriya didn't know who this Toshinori Yagi person was, either. All Might just told Midoriya to ask for him when he came to Might Tower, but all of the emotional beats of their meeting and the awkwardness of their other conversation made him forget to ask before All Might took off. If All Might was getting a third party involved, then Toshinori must be someone he trusted enough to tell about this. Maybe he was an alien, too. Probably not, though. What would be the odds of All Might being friends with an alien?
"Mr. Yagi, he's over here!" The receptionist called out, interrupting Midoriya's thoughts.
"I see him, thank you!" A new speaker said. It had to be Toshinori Yagi.
Midoriya turned to greet the mysterious new face only to discover that it was neither mysterious nor new. It was, as it turned out, a very familiar, sunken face holding a laptop case and wearing a yellow suit that looked a few sizes too big.
"ALL MIGHT?!" Midoriya shouted, putting a hand over his mouth immediately after.
"Did he just say 'All Might'?" The receptionist asked.
"Er, no! He said, um, 'Alright!' As in, 'Alright, Mr. Yagi! Let's get this party planning session started!' Isn't that right?"
Midoriya just nodded his head, afraid of saying something even stupider.
"Wait, I thought he was here to-"
"Well, we best be going! Cars don't get practice driven by themselves, you know! Unless they're self-driving cars, but, again, goodbye!"
Toshinori, actually All Might, grabbed Midoriya by the arm and dragged them both into the elevator, the doors closing behind them a second later.
All Might brought Midoriya to a small cafe overlooking the street and sat them at a booth in the back corner. Midoriya was initially surprised that he brought them somewhere so mundane, but then All Might said that it's easy to keep an eye on the street, so it made sense.
"Sorry I forgot to tell you about this, Midoriya; it just completely slipped my mind at our last meeting," All Might said. "Must have been quite a shock to see your Hero working a nine to five, right?"
"Well, no, not really," Midoriya said. "If you can only use your Quirk for a few hours a day, then you have to be doing something with the rest of your time. You probably make enough money to not have to work, but considering how much Hero work you do in a day, you probably wouldn't want to just sit around doing nothing. But 'Toshinori Yagi'? Your real name is supposed to be Hikaru Hinata, so are you using a fake name here?"
"Actually, the name I use here is my real one. When I first started my training, my master advised me to create a new identity for myself, as it would make certain things easier, later in life. After receiving my injury five years ago, however, I needed someone to be associated with both of my forms. So as far as the world is concerned, Toshinori Yagi is a normal secretary who manages All Might's private affairs, and Hikaru Hinata is his boss, the Number One Hero nobly protecting innocents, day in and day out!"
"That's so cool! It's like how Heroes disguised themselves as normal people before the Golden Age Act was passed!"
"I know, right?! That was the only thing on my mind when I came up with it! Who doesn't love a bit of nostalgia, right?"
"Right! Ah, wait, this isn't why we're here."
"That's true."
All Might put his laptop case on the table and pulled out a Wayne-Powers-brand laptop. That must be where it was being stored, Midoriya surmised. Any information All Might had gathered on the ship that brought him to Earth must have been on that laptop.
"So what's on the laptop?" Midoriya asked, taking a sip of a cup of tea.
"Nothing," All Might stated.
Midoriya tried his hardest not to engage in a spit take, but a little bit of liquid still ended up on his lower lip.
"No, that's not really accurate. It's not that there's nothing so much as it is there's nothing that you were looking for."
"What do you mean?" Midoriya asked.
"Best if you see for yourself."
All Might turned the laptop around so it was facing Midoriya. On the screen was a paused video. Behind the "paused" icon was a message that Midoriya's limited English told him read "CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. VIEWING IS PERMITTED ONLY FOR DEPARTMENT OF EXTRANORMAL OPERATIONS OPERATIVES AND SPECIAL PERSONNEL."
With an anxious gulp, Midoriya plugged in his Beats by Canary headphones and started the video.
The video started off with a shot of a forested area. Dozens of adults were either standing around or shuffling about, some dressed in JSDF uniforms, some dressed in black suits and sunglasses. A few people were lifting a large metal object into the back of a military truck. They were having a conversation that wasn't fully captured by the recording, but Midoriya was able to pick up fragments along the lines of "crash," "search party," "Maad," "Director Bones," and "spaceman." The timestamp on the bottom of the screen was the last confirmation Midoriya needed. The timestamp was July 15th., 20XX. The day he landed on Earth. This was the aftermath.
The pod was fully loaded into the back of a truck. One of the men shouted to the rest that they had to move out and head back to base, and everyone shuffled into different vehicles. They all started driving out of the campsite in single file, the truck containing the spaceship in the center of the line.
Out of nowhere, a giant dent emerged in the roof of the truck containing the spaceship.
"What the hell was that?" Someone asked before another dent appeared.
"Everyone stop!" Another person shouted. A third dent appeared as all the vehicles came to a halt. About a dozen people stepped out and walked over to the source of the problem. One man cautiously approached the vehicle, gun pointed straight ahead.
A split second later, a giant metal claw shot through the truck, grabbed the man, and tossed him into the air in an arc until he landed in Lake Kawaguchi with a plop.
"Holy shi-" The same claw cut off the next speaker as it knocked him into a tree. Suddenly, the truck is filled with dents all over before exploding in a fiery blaze. The metal claw shot out of the flames, followed by another, then another, then two more. The ends of the five claws shot upward into the air, revealing that they were, in fact, attached to the spaceship.
"CHAIODH KHUHP W KAOAHJAH," came a mechanical voice from the ship in an unknown language.
Whatever it was trying to say didn't mean anything as the soldiers and black suits started attacking it. Some with guns that fired bullets that instantly bounced off of its shell. some with Quirks that, for all of the enhanced punching and energy-based attacks, only moved the ship ever so slightly.
"CHAIODH KHUHP W KAOAHJAH. SOKAOTHRONIVODH RRAOP."
A tiny ball of green light appeared at the tip of the spaceship. It started getting bigger. And bigger. And bigger. In a few seconds, the ball was twice the size of the ship. In a panic, everyone started running back to their vehicles, but it was too late. The ball was launched towards the ground and engulfed the entire area in a green explosion. When the light faded, all of the vehicles were destroyed and everyone had lost consciousness. At the very least.
"AHVRIG KHUHP W TIV SHEHD GEVAHJAH. THRONIVU W KAL-ELOSH."
The ship ran away from the wreckage on its claws, never turning back once. The video ended there.
As Midoriya removed his headphones, he didn't know what sort of expression he was making, and he honestly didn't want to know.
"Crazy stuff, right?" All Might asked.
"That's putting it lightly," Midoriya said. "Those people, did they-"
"No one gave me a straight answer when I asked."
Midoriya's crest did an excellent job of falling.
"After I watched the video the first time, naturally, I inquired about the ship's current whereabouts. Sadly, by the time local Heroes and law enforcement arrived at the campground, there was no trace of it anywhere. Even after searching the area for a week, they found nothing, and there haven't been any reports of anything like it in the fifteen years since that night. If this isn't a dead end, I don't know what is."
Midoriya stared down at the table, lost in thought from everything he just saw and everything he just heard. As quickly as that happened, though, he found markings on a trail leading to an answer.
"Shouldn't we go to Mt. Fuji, then?" Midoriya asked.
"What?"
"If that's the last place anyone saw the ship, then we should at least look there, right? It's not like we could look anywhere else. Plus, since it's the ship that brought me here, maybe me going back there will trigger some sort of beacon that will lead me to it."
"I guess that's not too crazy an idea. But are you okay with that? Do you really want to go to Mt. Fuji, of all places?" All Might asked.
"I-I'd like it if I could avoid something like that, but I don't think that I have a choice. I don't know if I can actually find the ship, but if I'm going try and be a Hero, I know that I have to at least try."
"If that's your answer, then I'm still with you, all the way!" All Might exclaimed, giving a thumbs up and flashing a smile.
The next day, Midoriya had a harder time lying to his mother about what he was doing. He told her that he was going camping until at least the end of the holiday season, but he stammered through so much of it, there was no reason for anyone to believe him. Midoriya could tell just by looking at her that she didn't, yet in spite of that, she still let him out the door under the promise that he try not to have a repeat of the incident with the Sludge Villain.
Walking ten minutes away from his apartment, Midoriya saw All Might waiting for him outside a convenience store. He was standing next to a yellow car that was definitely showing signs of age in not all the wrong places, but certainly ones that warranted concern.
"Sorry we have to go there like this, young Midoriya. We could get there in a few minutes if I was powered up, but that'd draw too much attention," All Might said.
"No, it's fine," Midoriya said.
"On the plus side, this gives me a chance to show off my car! Manufactured only in 198X, built in GPS, and three cupholders! No Batmobile, but she's still a real beaut, ain't she?" All Might asked, hitting the hood of the car and laughing.
One of the rearview mirrors came detached from the car.
"A-A little wear and tear is manageable! Just look at me!" All Might laughed as he popped the mirror back into place. "We should go now."
"Okay," Midoriya said.
It was about a two hour drive to Mt. Fuji, so Midoriya and All Might had a lot of time to kill. Midoriya played around with the beat up CD player and put on whatever All Might had lying around, which was mainly Beatles, Savage Garden, Music Meister, and the assorted arrangements of Hoyt S. Curtin. The two also shared various anecdotes about their lives with one another, also taking care not to bring up their other conversation. Midoriya old stories of him and his parents, All Might various stories about Villains he'd fought and accidents he'd prevented. At some point, probably around the time All Might finished his story about the time he worked with the Doom Patrol to stop the Brotherhood of Evil from destroying London, Midoriya started liking that this could have been a normal vacation under different circumstances.
"Whoa, that's a lot of traffic!" Now it really felt like a vacation.
"We must be really close," Midoriya said.
"GPS says we'll be there in ten minutes. I think. Screen's kind of fuzzy," All Might said, tapping against it with his finger.
"It's fine, I know we're close. It's pretty obvious."
"It is? How do you-Oh."
"Alien Beating Stick! Get your Alien Beating Stick, right here! Only 500 yen, guaranteed to smash any alien's head in!" A man carrying a box of sticks shouted from the side of the road.
"Trust me, ma'am, these spices are specially designed to lure out any and all aliens in the area, and you and only you are getting a special deal on them," a person at a makeshift stand was saying.
"Mommy, if we see the alien, is All Might gonna come and beat it up?" A kid in the neighboring car innocently asked his parents.
"Man, when I see that little green dude, I'm gonna go all 'Welcome ta Earf' on his ass! Just you wait, man!" A punk-looking kid said to his friend as they both laughed.
It was the same all around them. People selling novelty alien goods. People selling alleged alien traps and weapons. People going on about how they were going to take down the alien if they managed to find it.
Midoriya really didn't want to go to Mt. Fuji.
When an alien comes to Earth for the first time in decades, people don't just forget about it, the next day. It was big. Super big. And like all super big things, people started making a super big joke about it. For the last decade and a half, Mt. Fuji has been nothing but a tourist trap, drawing in anyone interested in finding the alien. From bogus maps to doctored photos, even all sorts of low-grade weapons that people can use in the hopes of beating up the alien, themselves. I don't know what makes me more sick, the fact that people are doing this, or the fact that they're allowed to do this, without any sort of repercussions! No wonder my friend doesn't like talking about this place. What decent person would enjoy this?!
If this was the only hurdle Young Midoriya and I had to pass through, though, that would have been more than manageable.
After getting through all the traffic, All Might was able to pull into the Lake Kawaguchi campgrounds, bringing their long drive to an end. The two exited the vehicle, Midoriya's eyes locked on the dirt.
"I'm sorry you had to see all of that," All Might said.
"I-It's fine," Midoriya said. "Really, it is! I already knew what Mt. Fuji was going to be like during the holidays, so I knew what I was getting into. It's just a little shocking actually seeing it, in person. I'll get over, so it's not worth talking about."
All Might could tell that Midoriya was trying to put on a brave face, but he had a point. There were more important things going on that needed attention, and they needed to give it to them.
"Okay, Midoriya, my boy. Let's get started!"
With a smile on his face, All Might slammed his door shut, only for it to reopen, immediately after. It took five more comedic tries for the door to actually stay shut. Batmobile, it was not.
"Now, let's get started!" All Might shouted.
"O-Okay!" Midoriya shouted.
The two ran off from the car towards the most obvious place to start: where the ship first landed. The crater was as deep and the surrounding trees were as broken up as they looked in the video file. There was also, obviously, no multi-clawed, metal spacecraft lying in the middle of the dirt. There was, however, a massive crowd of people gawking around it. That was also obvious. If they could see people making fools of themselves over alien business simply on the way over to Lake Kawaguchi, then the actual site would be swarming with them. The two of them had people bumping into them from every angle, and All Might couldn't stop thinking about how weird it was for something like this to happen to him when he wasn't using his Quirk.
"Al-Mr. Yagi! This way!" Midoriya shouted, reaching an arm around a rather fat tourist. All Might grabbed hold of Midoriya, and a second later, he put all of his effort into keeping his lunch down as Midoriya leapt high into the air, dragging All Might along with him, all the way up until they landed outside of the crowd on the opposite side of the crater. Thankfully, everyone was so absorbed by the crash site that they didn't notice any of that.
"I owe you one, Midoriya, my boy," All Might said. "The crater's as empty as it was the day you came here. We're not going to get anything done staying here. There might be something that the government people missed in the crater, but we'll never get over there like this. Let's come back here at night and just try and search around the other parts of the area, until then. That sound good to you? I'm only asking because I've been talking for a while, and you haven't said a single word to me."
This was true. What was also true was that Midoriya wasn't even standing near All Might. When he looked around for the boy, he saw that he was walking off in what seemed like a random direction.
"I know what this seems like, but it's not a random direction," Midoriya said, stopping and turning back towards All Might. "When I said 'This way,' I didn't just want you to grab onto me, I meant that I figured out which way to go."
"What? How?"
"Well, I knew that there wouldn't be anything out in the open, so I started thinking that I needed to look at things in a different way. When I did, I noticed a trail of radiation all through the air and the grass that isn't on our electromagnetic spectrum; I know because it's the same kind of radiation that my body gives off. The ship has to be from whatever world I'm from, so this radiation must be traces of it. We can follow it and figure out where the ship is."
"That's… That's amazing! Not just that revelation, but that power of yours!"
"Y-You think so?" Midoriya asked, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "I've had this electromagnetic vision since I was nine, but I never really found anything useful for it. Hearing you talk about it so highly is pretty great, if I'm being honest."
"No need to be so modest, my boy! Having two different kinds of visions is definitely something to be proud of!"
"Well, it's more like five. Or six. Or seven? Eight? No, not eight, definitely seven, at most."
All Might felt his jaw hit the ground.
"GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST! Now that's incredible!"
"Y-You really think so?!"
"You better believe it! I can't even begin to imagine how many times One for All would need to be wielded to gain something like that!"
"Ah."
"Ah."
There it was. The revival of the conversation they were trying to avoid. All Might shouldn't have let himself get caught up in his excitement.
"Look, All Might, I'm really sorry that I let you down," Midoriya said.
"No, no, you're not letting me down!" All Might countered. "There's no rush for me to pass my Quirk onto anyone, so getting turned down isn't the worst thing in the world."
"But you seemed so happy when you were telling me about One for All."
"Well, how could I not be? I mean, One for All is a Quirk that can be transferred from one person to the next, granting its owner the combined power of everyone who came before them. It's a Quirk that's been contributing to a peaceful society ever since Quirks first appeared. It's a Quirk that allowed me to become the Symbol of Peace."
"And when you asked me to inherit it, I said no."
"Well, maybe if you weren't so quick to the draw," All Might said, scratching his head.
"Well, as great an offer it was, and it really was a great offer, I'm still really, really, really, really, really thankful for it, receiving a Quirk like that would be kind of redundant when I'm already really strong, right?"
"Redundancy isn't the issue, even if it's a good point."
"But more than that, I want to try and get a full handle on the powers I already have, and I don't think I'll be able to do that if I have another power to work on. So like I said before, I don't think I can accept your offer. Not yet, anyway. Maybe. I don't know. Let's just get back to this, please?"
"Yes, of course."
All Might was glad that Midoriya chose his own path, he really was. The last thing he wanted to do was force a responsibility onto him that he didn't want to take. There were other people who would surely be worthy, it didn't have to be Midoriya.
Hopefully he'd have enough time to find someone else.
All Might continued following Midoriya around as he followed the radiation trail. As they kept walking further and further away from the crater, the number of tourists and gawkers started decreasing further and further. After what seemed like hours of walking, most likely because it was hours of walking, there was no one around them. Nothing but trees and the wind.
"Midoriya, my boy, are you sure we're going the right way?" All Might asked.
"I'm pretty sure," Midoriya said. "I'm still picking up the same radiation, so we have to be going the right way."
"I'll trust you on that, but still, it's getting dark out, you know. If we wanna finish this up in time for dinner and a good night's sleep, we need to pick up the pace."
"Huh? You-You mean?!" Midoriya stopped in place and turned to All Might. All Might couldn't tell if the stars in his eyes were from admiration or a side effect of his electromagnetic vision.
"We haven't seen any nosey tourists for over two hours, so I don't think I need to worry about calling attention to myself!"
Smoke started shooting out of All Might's body. His muscles began to grow, his face started becoming chiseled. In an instant, he would be back in the muscular form everyone knew him to possess.
Then, as quickly as he started, he stopped.
"Someone's coming!" All Might shouted.
"Wh-What?!" Midoriya shouted.
"When my ears powered up, I heard someone approaching from the air!"
"Really?! If I was using my own super hearing-"
"Never mind that! Just act natural. They'll be here any second."
Any second turned out to be five seconds. Five seconds later, the new person dropped out of the air right in front of the two of them.
"I know who it is, just let me handle it," the new arrival said to no one. "You two. You're pretty far away from the crash site. Care to explain?"
The new arrival spoke with authority, but he hardly looked like a police officer. His eyes were white and without pupils or irises, and his dress consisted of a red body suit that even wrapped around his head, a head that appeared to be on fire. Over the body suit were yellow gloves, yellow boots, and a yellow vest with three white lines that were intersecting at a red circle on his left breast. Now that he thought about it, All Might recognized this man.
"You! You-You-You're Firestorm!" Midoriya shouted, confirming All Might's suspicions.
"Oh, you know who I am?" Firestorm asked.
"How could I not?! Nine years ago, an explosion at the Hudson University Nuclear Plant in New Carthage, New York caused two scientists to gain the ability to fuse together into a single person: the Nuclear Man, Firestorm! With the powers of pyrokinesis, energy manipulation, and transmutation, you're a super powerful Hero who wins basically every fight he goes in! Like the time you stopped Multiplex from stealing a nuclear warhead! Or the time you took down the first Killer Frost after she froze downtown Brooklyn because you wouldn't marry her! Or the time when-"
"Okay, I get it… kid! I've done a lot of impressive stuff, just settle down!" Firestorm cut in.
"S-Sorry! I'm just a really big fan, especially since there aren't that many Japanese Heroes who work internationally. Not even All Might goes out of the country, that often."
Midoriya glanced over at All Might and his face went red.
"N-Not that there's anything wrong with that! It doesn't make y-him less of a Hero, in any way!"
"I'm sure it doesn't. And I'm sure that if All Might could fly, he'd be fighting crime around the world, nonstop. No need to bring up stuff that I… am sure he already knows!" All Might said.
"I don't know what they're doing, either," Firestorm said to no one. "Anyway, back to business: what are you two doing out here? The crash site is a long way away from here, and this isn't anything close to a hiking trail."
"W-Well, we're, um, actually looking for the alien, somewhere else. I've been doing some research, and I think I have a good idea of where it might be, or at least might have gone," Midoriya said. That was sort of a lie, All Might knew, but it was good enough. It's not like they were doing anything illegal.
"Even so, you shouldn't be out here; it's not safe."
"What do you mean?" All Might asked.
"A few days ago, my associates at the main S.T.A.R. Labs branch in Central City informed me that they were robbed by an unknown Villain. That Villain made off to Japan for unknown reasons, and my investigations have led me to believe that they're somewhere in this area. I don't know where, exactly, so this entire area needs to be off limits, and you need to leave."
"We can't!" All Might said.
"Why not?"
All Might didn't think that far ahead. In his current form, he was nothing more than an ordinary citizen, and nothing he could say would change a Hero's mind. He could say that he was also investigating the apparent robbery on All Might's behalf, but then that would raise the question of where All Might was. He could say that he was All Might, but while that might be useful in the short term, it was too risky to tell that to someone he was meeting for the first time.
"U-Um, I think I can actually help," Midoriya said, interrupting All Might's thoughts.
"You do?" Firestorm asked.
"Y-You see, my eyes are able to pick up radiation, that's actually what I've been doing to try and find the alien, following a really weird level, but I've noticed bits of radiation that are completely different from what I've been following. I didn't pay much attention at first, but then I noticed that there was more and more of it the further along Mr. Yagi and I went. If a Villain is hiding out here with stolen S.T.A.R. Labs technology, they might have gone in the same direction."
"Now that you mention it, I did pick up bits of radiation while I was surveying the area, but none of it was all that clear. If you can see radiation that clearly, though, then that means you'd be able to help me track this guy down. That's what you're getting at, am I right?"
"Well, I don't want to impose."
Midoriya acted modest, but All Might could tell that there was more to it than that. What quick thinking he used. What an impressive turnaround he made. It seemed like there was definitely more to Midoriya than just incredible raw power.
"I don't like it, either, but we don't really have a choice," Firestorm said to no one. "Okay, then, kid. What's your name?"
"I-Izuku Midoriya, sir!"
"Alright, Midoriya, it appears that I'm going to be needing your unique set of skills, today. Use your eyes to lead me to the end of the radiation trail, and after the Villain is apprehended, you and your older friend here can go back to your business."
"R-R-Really?! Y-You want me to help you?!"
"That's right. Consider yourself deputized."
"Th-Thank you very much, Firestorm! Please, follow me!"
After giving a set of rapid bows in Firestorm's direction, Midoriya jumped in an arc high above the treetops and landed hundreds of meters away.
"Sorry about him. The kid gets really excited about Heroes," All Might said.
"I know the type," Firestorm said with a grin. "Do you have a power that can keep up with him?"
"N-No."
"Alright, then. Just get on my back while I follow him."
"Thank you."
Firestorm bent down towards the ground, allowing All Might to get situated on his back and prepared for take off.
"Wow, you're toasty!"
"They don't call me 'Coldstorm,' you know."
Twin flames shot out of Firestorm's feet, and he, along with one passenger, was in the air following Midoriya's lead.
With Midoriya free to move at full speed, and Firestorm following closely behind him, the three of them reached the apparent end of the trail in just a few minutes.
"Midoriya, my boy, are you sure this is the place?" All Might asked as he climbed off of Firestorm's back.
"This is where the trail ends. Both of them, actually," Midoriya said.
"This can't be right, though."
"I'm getting a huge spike in radiation. This has to be it," Firestorm said.
"But there's just no way!"
All Might had every right to be skeptical. When Midoriya and Firestorm finally stopped, they ended up at none other than Mt. Fuji, itself. But that didn't make sense. Even if most people nowadays only came to the area to see the crash site at Lake Kawaguchi, Mt. Fuji was still a national treasure that drew in hundreds of thousands of people every year. Something like an alien spacecraft couldn't be there and not go unnoticed, and someone like a Villain couldn't hide out there without immediately drawing attention to themself.
"Even if it doesn't make sense, that's what it's looking like, right now," Firestorm said.
"Maybe this Villain has some sort of lair inside the lava of Mt. Fuji. Wouldn't be too out of the question," All Might said.
"No, he couldn't have built something like that so fast, and I doubt something like that could've already been here. Midoriya, what do you think?"
"I think I have the answer," Midoriya said, kneeling directly in front of the mountain. "Come over here and look at this."
All Might and Firestorm headed over to Midoriya's side to see what he was looking at. It was dirt.
"It's not just the dirt," Midoriya said. "If you look closely, the dirt and the grass is being pushed back, almost like something is being unnaturally forced against it. The radiation trails also seem to be centering around this part of the mountainside, so-"
"There must be a hidden door! Great thinking, Midoriya, my boy!" All Might exclaimed.
"He is smart, isn't he?" Firestorm asked no one.
"Going by the shape, the door should be around here," Midoriya said, feeling up the mountainside at random. After a few seconds, a section of the mountain was pushed in, like Midoriya had pressed a button. A rectangle of green light at All Might's height formed in the mountainside, and the rocks inside flew out in a perfect rectangle nearly too fast for Midoriya to get out of the way. The rectangle reached the part of the dirt Midoriya had discovered before stopping, floating up into the air, and flying back into Mt. Fuji, melting into the mountainside. Not exactly the kind of thing you see every day.
"Look, there's a staircase inside," All Might said. "The alien or the Villain, one of them has to be at the top of it."
"The radiation keeps flowing up there, so that has to be it," Midoriya said. "Firestorm, can we still go with you?"
"Well, it looks like our two goals are on the same path, so you might as well," Firestorm said. "Both of you need to stay behind me, though. I'm the Hero, here, so I'm the only one allowed to get hurt. Got it?"
""Got it!"" All Might and Midoriya both said, the latter giving a salute while doing so.
With that being concluded, the three of them walked inside the mountain, the hole instantly repairing itself a second after they were all inside.
All Might truly hoped that this trap was a manageable one.
Midoriya didn't like how at ease he was feeling. Here he was, climbing up through a mysterious stairwell in the side of a mountain, the only light source coming from Firestorm's head, yet he didn't feel nervous in the slightest. Whatever this was, it was probably the lair of whatever Villain robbed S.T.A.R. Labs, plotting some crazy scheme for Japan with whatever powers he had and whatever technology he stole, yet he felt oddly calm. He shouldn't, though. With how obviously dangerous the situation was, there was no way to justify how relaxed he felt. Was it because All Might was here? Because Firestorm was also here? Because he was finally going to get some answers about his past?
If he had to guess, it was probably the last one.
"The stairs are levelling out. Whatever's in here's going to be at the top," Firestorm said.
"Midoriya, my boy, are you ready?" All Might asked.
"I don't know, but I don't have a choice, anymore," Midoriya said.
Following right behind Firestorm and All Might, Midoriya climbed to the top of the staircase, entering an entirely different space. Just like the staircase, there were no lights present outside of the one on Firestorm's head. There was also no Villain maniacally concocting a wicked plan, nor was there a spaceship hopefully holding all the answers he was seeking. Instead, all that was before him was a large, open space as long and as wide as a baseball field, and the ceiling being about the same length above them. Another staircase ominously stood in the corner as it fed into the wall, multiple tunnels stretched out from all corners of the area, but there was nothing around that Midoriya was interested in.
Except one thing, perhaps.
"Look at all these markings," All Might said.
"They're like cave paintings. From a technical standpoint, at least," Firestorm said. Sure enough, there were, indeed, strange markings scattered all around the area. They weren't pictures of any kind, just various assortments of circles, squares, and lines displayed in various ways. Rubbing his hands against the ones on the wall, Midoriya could tell that they were carved into the stone, and not at all recently. If he had to guess, the carvings had to have been at least a decade old. There was something else to them, though.
"They seem familiar," Midoriya said, surprising even himself. "That's, that's really weird. I've never seen these markings before in my life, so why would they look familiar. Does this mean that-"
There was a tapping on his shoulder.
"Hold on, I think I'm onto something."
There was a tapping on his shoulder.
"Um, do you think you could stop that, please?"
""Stop what?"" All Might and Firestorm asked.
Midoriya stopped moving.
There was a tapping on his shoulder. Very slowly, Midoriya turned around to see what was there.
It was a robot. It came up to about his height and was very clunky in design, with a can-shaped torso, big arms and legs, and a head that was completely spherical. It had no mouth, yet it still screamed as it threw a punch at Midoriya.
"Look out!" The punch, however, never connected, for Firestorm shot a ball of fire at the robot, blasting it into the wall and leaving it a smoldering pile of ash.
"Are you alright?!" Firestorm asked, a look of heavy concern on his face.
"Y-Yeah, it didn't even touch me. Thanks," Midoriya said.
"Can't believe there was a robot here, if you could even call it that" All Might said.
"That thing wouldn't hold a candle to Red Tornado or any of the Robotmen, but it still proves that the Villain's here," Firestorm said. "Change of plans: you two are leaving."
"What?!"
"We can't leave! The alien could still be in here!" Midoriya shouted.
"That robot shows that the Villain's gained access to enough materials to start constructing weapons; if I had known they could do that, I wouldn't have allowed you two in here."
"Please, Firestorm, I have to see this through!"
"No! I'm not letting you get hurt just so you can chase after some stupid alien crap!"
"It's not stupid to me! It's-"
"It's my whole life!" was what Midoriya wanted to shout in his face, but he stopped himself short of doing so.
"I know what I'm doing, just let me handle this," Firestorm said to no one. "I'm not going to argue about this. You two are marching back down those stairs. End of discussion."
The discussion did end, but no one marched back down those stairs. No one marched back down those stairs because a laser beam shot the wall behind the three of them and sent a massive pile of rocks down to block the path. All three of them whipped their heads around to see another robot identical to the first one standing at the mouth of a tunnel, only with a laser gun in place of a right arm.
"Another one. I'll take care of-"
Before Firestorm could finish, the robot screamed and music started playing from nowhere.
"What the hell?"
This song sounds familiar, Midoriya thought to himself. Isn't this-
Midoriya never got the chance to finish his thought. Before he could, a multitude of robots started filing out of the tunnels. Some were short with stubby limbs and chainsaws on their torsos. Some were quadrupeds with wire cutters at the ends of their legs. Some were taller than even All Might with massive arms or massive legs that were attached on a sort of rail system and wrapped in electricity. There were other variations, but the main point was that they didn't look friendly and they were coming after the three of them.
"OH MY GOODNESS!" All Might shouted.
"You don't have to tell me twice!" Firestorm shouted at no one before grabbing Midoriya by his collar and picking him off the ground.
"Wh-What are you-" Midoriya found himself screaming before he could finish the question he already knew the answer to, the answer being that Firestorm was tossing him into the air onto the second staircase.
"Okay, Mr. Yagi, your turn-"
As Firestorm motioned to throw All Might, a small machine brandishing a knife leapt over and stabbed him in the thigh. Firestorm cursed as he fell to one knee and let out a wave of fire, destroying about a dozen robots, although about a dozen more immediately came in.
"Firestorm!" Midoriya cried.
"He'll be fine; you need to keep going!" All Might shouted. "Don't forget why we came here, Young Midoriya. I'll make sure nothing happens to Firestorm and that we can join you as soon as possible, so don't worry about us and finish what you've started!"
All Midoriya wanted to do was jump back down from the stairs and join back up with them, even as the number of robots Firestorm was pummeling reached ever closer to a hundred strong. But that wasn't the right choice. Firestorm was still more than capable of fighting, and if the situation truly worsened, All Might would activate his Quirk and take care of everything. A novice like himself would just slow the professionals down. He didn't like it, but he needed to take advantage of this chance they were giving him.
With hesitation, Midoriya turned away from the scene and ran up the stairs.
The second staircase wasn't any larger than the first, but the stress of Midoriya's situation made it feel as if it was stretching endlessly. It didn't help that the absence of Firestorm meant that there was no light surrounding him; even if his eyes could work around that, it was still rather unsettling. Nevertheless, he kept running and running and running some more.
"They'll be fine," Midoriya told himself. "Firestorm's a great Hero, so they'll be fine. All Might's there, too, and he's the greatest Hero there is, so they'll be fine. Rather than slow down people who have a handle on things, I need to at finish what I started and try to get help as soon as possible. As long as I do that, they'll be fine-"
A metallic claw snapped Midoriya out of his rambling as it threw him against a wall, a wall belonging to an area nearly identical to the previous one. The claw was attached to a large robot that had a feminine upper body, but a lower body that was more spider-like. It laughed as it brought its visored face in close and began charging a laser from its mouth.
Midoriya wasted no time in firing a blast of heat vision at its arm, detaching the limb from the body and allowing him to get away from the wall before the laser hit him. When the attack subsided, the robot screamed and swiped its other claw at Midoriya. Midoriya ducked just in time and ran away, the robot wasting no time in chasing after him. Even with Midoriya's superhuman speed, the metallic footsteps of the enemy were never too far behind him. Still, he felt that he could get away.
At least until a tail knocked him onto the ground.
What?! Midoriya thought to himself as a metallic foot slammed into his body, pinning him to the dirt. When did-there's a hole in the ceiling. It, it must have dropped down from there when I wasn't looking! That was how Midoriya justified the large, T-rex-like robot being able to get the drop on him.
"I'm not done yet!" Midoriya shouted as the female robot charged another laser and smoke bellowed out of the T-rex robot's mouth. "I came here for a reason, and I'm not going to let you, or your friends, or any little foxes stop me!" Midoriya grabbed onto the T-rex robot's foot and started pushing up against it, a struggle surfacing from the robot increasing the pressure.
"Stop," came a voice from nowhere. In an instant, both robots did just that. Midoriya stopped moving out of confusion, and the foot of the T-rex robot fell back onto him.
"Wh-Who's there?!" Midoriya shouted.
"You. Boy," the voice from nowhere said once more. "Just now, you said that you weren't going to let any little foxes stop you. Why say something like that?"
"Well, because of the music. This is The Cunning Little Vixen, isn't it?"
There wasn't a reply for several seconds.
"Indeed, it is. Someone like you is familiar with the works of Leoš Janáček?"
"Um, yeah, some of them. Wait, what do you mean 'someone like me'?"
"I mean someone who exhibits no signs of culture and refinement, whatsoever. Just from taking one look at you, I'd be hard-pressed to think you'd know any music that wasn't featured in a, bleh, podcast naming the most 'schway' drops of the month."
"'Schway'?" Midoriya whispered. He knew that word. It was a slang word that meant "cool," most commonly used in Gotham City and other parts of the United States. Most people in Japan didn't even know the word, though, so if this person was using it, there was a strong likelihood that he was American, and given the way he controlled the robots, he had to be the Villain.
Lights from nowhere lit up the room, getting rid of every trace of darkness. Footsteps started sounding through the cavern. They got louder and louder until Midoriya saw a figure emerge from one of the tunnels: a bald, albino gorilla standing with perfect, human posture that was wearing a red metal harness on his body.
"You're clearly a cut above the rest of your generation, so allow me to give you a more proper death. A death more fitting for those who try to cross the Ultra-Humanite!"
Woo! Got this done in time for the boy in blue's big birthday next week. Go me!
I'd like to give a quick shoutout to one of my readers named reppuzan. Not only does he always leave great comments, but he basically single-handedly created the TV Tropes page for this story, and I am just so thankful for that. If you appreciate that, too, you can show it by adding anything appropriate to the page at your leisure. Give it a shot!
Chapter 6: The Übermenschen (2)
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Boy, this is well overdue! At the very least, it's appropriate that this kind of chapter is coming out on Father's Day, considering...
Ultra-Humanite! Real name, unknown! Real age, unknown! I.Q. points, incredibly high! A super genius who was decades ahead of his time when he was born, and is still decades ahead, even now. Unfortunately for the good people of our peaceful society, he chose to use his mind for evil, making himself a menace to the world ever since the days of the Justice Society. What's truly horrifying about Ultra-Humanite, though, is how he's managed to live so long. He hasn't done it by extending his lifespan through scientific advancements or magical spells, he's done it by killing innocent people and putting his brain into their bodies!
Ultra-Humanite is someone no one should go up against, unprepared. I'm sure Young Midoriya already knew that, but in the end, that foresight ended up being meaningless! In the end, Young Midoriya was forced to confront his second major hurdle of the day, all by himself!
"And as the forester grieves over the loss of both the vixen and Terynka, a frog jumps onto his lap, the grandson of the very same frog that did so in act one. He takes one look at the frog and understands that death is but a part of a cycle that leads into new life. With that, the forester is able to, at last, obtain peace of mind. Fin."
The T-rex robot and the female robot applauded the Ultra-Humanite as the music finally came to an end.
"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you. For machines that I built in a cave with a box of scraps, you are quite receptive of the arts. Of course, that all goes back to the fact that I made you, but still, it's nice to have people with a common interest. Don't you agree, boy?"
The boy in question, Midoriya, just nodded.
"Come now, you're not still alive just so I can hear myself talk. Speak!"
"A-A-Are you really the Ultra-Humanite?" Midoriya asked.
"Who did you think I was, Kite Man?" Ultra-Humanite asked with a chuckle. "It's the gorilla body, isn't it? My last one was getting rather rank, so I got this one from an old associate of mine in Africa. Haven't gone public with it, though, that's probably why you didn't recognize me."
No, that's wrong, Midoriya thought to himself. I just needed to be sure that I really was in that crazy a situation. I just needed to be sure that I was really being held hostage by someone who's been a Villain since the days of the Justice Society, something he's done by being crazy enough to cut out people's brains and put his own in their bodies!
Receiving confirmation on all of that didn't make Midoriya feel any more comfortable, though. The fact that there was still a mechanical T-rex foot on top of him didn't help, either.
"Y-You probably already know this, but Firestorm's down on the lower level, destroying all of your robots. Once he's done with that, he'll come up here and defeat you, so you might as well stop whatever plans you have for Mount Fuji, right now!"
"What? You think my plans involve taking control of a volcano? You realize that I'm not a greenhorn, right?"
"Huh?" Ultra-Humanite snapped his fingers.
"You're probably wondering about all the caverns, then. Well, when I first arrived in Japan in preparation for my actual endeavor, I needed to lay low for a little while until I could find a suitable place to set up shop. While scanning the prefecture for areas with minimal Hero activity and satellite detection, I discovered that Mount Fuji, of all places, was covered in an invisible field of energy that was sending slightly falsified imagery up to the satellites, above. Curious, I decided to sneak over and investigate at the source. I very quickly discovered the hidden entrance, and it took little effort to hack through its programming with the skeleton key I stole from S.T.A.R. Labs."
The wording made Midoriya take pause. If Ultra-Humanite had to hack his way through the door, then he, All Might, and Firestorm shouldn't have been able to get inside, as there's no way someone as smart as him would leave the door unlocked. That meant that everything that happened from Midoriya simply touching the mountainside didn't immediately happen for Ultra-Humanite. Midoriya hoped that was a good thing.
While Midoriya was pondering, one of the robots with the can-shaped torso and large limbs walked in through a tunnel and placed a large bag full of gadgetry on the ground next to him.
"Imagine my surprise to discover that the mountain had been hollowed out some time ago, eliminating all the time I'd normally have to put towards constructing a lair. Imagine my surprise to discover all of these mysterious symbols that I still haven't managed to decipher. Imagine my surprise a third time…"
Four more robots of the same variety came in through another tunnel, all lifting an object, together. They weren't bringing in another bag of hopefully miscellaneous objects, though. The object they were carrying was very large in size, was covered in dents and scorch marks, had what looked like fins and an engine, and made Midoriya go pale with shock.
"Imagine my surprise a third time to discover the fabled spacecraft of a decade and a half ago."
"The-The spaceship! It, um, it really exists?" Midoriya asked, trying to not let too much emotion shine through.
"Indeed, it does, boy. The thing tried to kill me when I first discovered it, but I was able to beat it into submission, and it's been quiet, ever since," Ultra-Humanite said, patting the ship with one of his large, evil, simian hands. The very act was infuriating for Midoriya to watch, but, again, he couldn't let his full emotions shine through.
"I still haven't been able to access its AI programming or locate any sort of black box, but that's what makes it even more fascinating, if you ask me. To think that there would be anyone in the universe capable of creating something even I couldn't take apart in an instant. I haven't been challenged this thoroughly since the heyday of heroism. It's quite exciting, honestly."
"Because you have a new weapon?" Midoriya asked. The T-rex increased the pressure on Midoriya's body.
"Do you know why I was playing The Cunning Little Vixen, boy? Because I feel a kinship with the titular character," Ultra-Humanite said. "In the first act, the vixen is forcibly made a pet by the forester and forced to live with a conservative old daschund. After years of this, she becomes fed up with a life of conformity and escapes back into the wilderness. It's perfectly understandable; when you're forced to live with people who only want to suppress your talents and are satisfied with mediocrity, you eventually reach a point where you can't stomach it any longer and lash out against the world.
"That's me. For all the decades I've been alive, everywhere I've been has been filled with idiots and layabouts who have no appreciation for the things in life with even a modicum of substance. Worst of all, they expect me to just play along with their stupidity! Could you even imagine that? Bringing yourself down to everyone's level and never allowing yourself to be at your best?"
"A-A little bit, actually," Midoriya said.
The Ultra-Humanite smiled.
"Then it shouldn't be such a stretch to imagine why I care about having a brand new way of expanding my gifts, of expanding my understanding of the universe, of expanding my stronghold against mediocrity."
"I guess," Midoriya lied. "So if you didn't find the spaceship until you first came to Japan, what's your real plan?"
"Yes, I suppose I haven't gotten around to that old cliche, yet. Well, you're going to die, anyway, so I'll ask you a question: how much do you know about Endeavor?"
If All Might had any doubts about Firestorm's abilities, they had all completely vanished from his mind, at this point. After all, it would be hard to legitimately doubt the abilities of a man who single handedly destroyed nearly two hundred robots.
"And take that!" Firestorm said, now finishing destroying exactly two hundred robots.
"Hey, come on, I should be allowed to gloat a little bit," Firestorm said to no one. "How often do I get to destroy exactly two hundred robots?"
"I wasn't bothering you about it. It's pretty cool, honestly," All Might said.
"Wasn't talking to you, I was-you know what? Never mind. We're done here, so let's hurry up and get to Midoriya. Hopefully all he's run into is alien stuff and not more murderous robots."
"Probably not, so that's even more reason to get a move on."
All Might and Firestorm turned away from the metallic carnage and started running for the stairs. It only took them a few minutes to get to the top of the last set of stairs, so the same should apply for this one. At least, that's what he hoped. That's what he hoped as he climbed up the stairs ahead of Firestorm. That's what he hoped as a flying metal object slammed into his arm and knocked him off his feet. Hope could only go so far, it seemed.
"Mr. Yagi!" Firestorm shouted.
"I'm fine," All Might said, picking himself up from the ground.
"I guess there's still robots trying to fight. I don't see anyone here, so that must have been a long-range attack. Judging by the angle it hit you at, if the projectile can't be curved, then the attacker would be in this tunnel!"
Firestorm turned around and shot a blast of fire into a tunnel on the far left side of the area. There was a calm in the air, a silence that could be felt as easily as the sweat on their skin. What could be felt even easier than that, though, at least All Might wanted to assume, was the pain Firestorm had to have felt when an entire line of four circular metal discs, the same one that hit him in the arm, slammed into his body and knocked him against the wall.
"Firestorm!" All Might shouted.
The metal disc that previously hit All Might became encased in a red light. It flew up into the air before zipping over to the other four and attaching itself to the end of the line. The line of discs flew backwards through the air and connected with a new figure making their entrance.
The new figure in question being another one of the medium-sized robots, albeit one without arms. The line of metal discs took the place of its right arm and became a perfect match to the identical line of metal discs that stood in for its left arm.
"What a patchwork of a thing!" All Might said.
"Yeah, and it messed up by showing itself. Now I have a clear shot!"
Firestorm launched another fireball at the machine, this time aiming to destroy it, completely. However, right before the attack could connect, the discs on its left side flew off its body. They became bathed in the same red light as they flew into five separate spots and shot red lightning at each other. They became connected in an electric pentagram that floated in front of the robot and completely nullified the attack when it connected. That had to have been how the last attack was blocked, All Might surmised.
"So that's how he blocked my last attack," Firestorm concluded.
The robot shot off the remaining discs towards Firestorm. He fired another blast at it, but the discs separated and flew away to avoid the blast. Firestorm, as if he knew that they were going to act like that, quickly shot a thin stream of fire from each of his fingertips at each disc. Each beam hit its mark, but unfortunately, said marks enveloped themselves in the same red lightning from before, once more nullifying Firestorm's attack.
"It is resourceful, isn't it?" Firestorm said to no one as he raised his right arm into the air. "Well, if it's come down to this-"
Before Firestorm could finish his sentence, the discs turned in his direction and fired all of their lightning at him. The suddenness of it gave Firestorm no time to react, and he was hit with every blast. As he shouted out in pain, the bolts of lightning spread out away from his body and formed a barrier of red electricity around him. The other five discs wasted no time on joining in, adding their own lightning to intensify the overwhelming power of the barrier. The overwhelming power of a barrier that was slowly decreasing in size as it closed in around Firestorm.
"Dammit… Barrier's keeping me paralyzed… I can't move…" Firestorm said in between shouts of pain.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" All Might shouted.
"No! No… you'll just get hurt… Leave me… keep going ahead and… and tell Izuku-"
"Not another word, Firestorm."
There really wasn't any choice in the matter, All Might told himself as he ran back down the stairs. Now wasn't the time to keep secrets under lock and key, All Might told himself as smoke bellowed out of his body. Someone needs saving, so someone needs to be saved, All Might told himself as his muscles started bulging.
"Not another word, Firestorm, for I am here!" All Might shouted as he fully activated One for All.
Firestorm's eyes widened as much as they could underneath all the pain. Even the robot seemed to be stepping back in shock, though not enough to be able to avoid All Might's haymaker and prevent itself from being sent flying into a wall.
"Now for you little grievances!" All Might shouted. He turned towards the still-captive Firestorm and threw a rapid series of punches, blowing away each disc without any hesitation and freeing Firestorm from his imprisonment.
"Are you alright, Firestorm?"
"Yeah, relatively speaking," Firestorm said as he slowly stood back up. "More importantly, you're All Might! You're really All Might! I can't believe that sickly old man was All Might, the whole time!"
"Well, I had my reasons for-wait, old? I understand sickly, but old?"
"Ah, no, sorry! I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just really surprised and really excited, that's all! Shut up, it's All Might! I'm allowed to be happy about this!"
"Excuse me?"
"Wasn't talking to you, it was just-oh, goddammit!"
All Might turned around and immediately spat out a similar sentiment. The robot, despite having a large hole in its side and bits of wire dangling out, was getting back up on its feet. In tandem, the metal discs started slowly floating back up into the air, positioning themselves for another attack.
"Tough little bastard, isn't he?" All Might asked. "This time, though-"
"No! Leave this to me!" Firestorm cut in. "This was my fight, so I'm gonna finish it!"
Firestorm brought his right arm into the air as he did before, only this time he wasn't interrupted. Now, fully able to do whatever it was he was doing, crackles of green lightning formed around his hand, swirling around it like a miniature tornado. He then slammed his hand down on the ground, releasing all of the electricity out in a massive wave of energy that encompassed the entire area. Much to All Might's surprise, he felt nothing when the wave made contact with his body, yet when it touched the robot and the discs, they all started convulsing for several seconds before falling down onto the ground, completely motionless.
"Wait, was that an EMP?" All Might asked as he walked over to the robot and stomped its head flat.
"Yep," Firestorm said as he started melting the metal discs with a wave of fire. "I would have used it earlier, but this Quirk takes a hell of a long time to charge up between uses, so I was saving it on the off chance that Midoriya would be in trouble when we caught up with him. That guy was really annoying, though, and I really didn't want to take any more chances with it."
"Understandable. What I'm mostly curious about is the existence of the Quirk, at all."
"Really? It's not anything that special."
"That's true. Among all the various Quirks that exist, something like being able to produce an EMP isn't something completely out there. However, if I'm not mistaken, I had heard that Firestorm was in possession of a fire-based Quirk."
"I am."
"Then are you telling me that you're able to use two Quirks, at once?" All Might asked.
"Pretty much," Firestorm said, doing so much more easily than All Might thought he would have. "As you know, my body is that of two separate beings fused together on a subatomic level. Despite this, each of our consciousnesses are still perfectly functional; I'm one person, but at the same time, I'm two. Because of that, I'm able to use both my Quirk and my partner's Quirk at the same time. Most people think the EMP is just another power I get from being Firestorm. I'd rather have them keep thinking that. I already have enough people trying to learn my identity so they know who to threaten for the Firestorm Matrix, can't have that number doubling out of a doomed to fail desire to have multiple Quirks."
"Yes. Doomed to fail. Definitely something that isn't in any way possible," All Might said, laughing a little to himself.
"Hey, he's allowed to act a little weird, he's All Might, for crying out loud," Firestorm said to no one.
"Anyway we can't waste anymore time here. We need to hurry over to Young Midoriya, pronto!"
"Don't have to tell me twice!"
As the two raced up the stairs, All Might, indeed, did not have to do that.
"What do I know about Endeavor?" Midoriya asked. "Well, he's the Number Two Hero in the world, one spot below All Might, and one spot above Wonder Woman. He has a really powerful fire Quirk and has the world record for most crimes solved by a single person. You'd think that everyone would love him, but he has a really bad attitude, often getting angry with people he works with or too violent with Villains he's apprehending. Because of that, his fans are mostly men between their twenties and forties, so women and people outside of that age group tend to be more critical of him. He's basically the Dark Hero of the Trinity, kind of like the first Batman when he was compared to Wonder Woman and Jay Garrick when the Justice Society was still around. Some other interesting stuff about Endeavor is that his favorite food is kuzumochi, his blood type has a Cis AB mutation, he graduated from U.A. in the same year as Snatch and Misteltei-"
"Okay, so you know a lot about him," Ultra-Humanite said. "In retrospect, I should have specified that I wanted Cliff Notes, not a Wikipedia entry. Do you always ramble on and on like that?"
"N-No," Midoriya lied.
"Well, no matter. The point is that I don't have to waste time divulging what should be rather obvious information. As an added bonus, you were aware of Endeavor holding the record for most crimes thwarted by a single Hero; six of those were mine, by the way. Did you know that they're commemorating that achievement later this year at the Tokyo National Museum?"
"They are?!" Midoriya asked, surprised to discover a gap in his seemingly endless knowledge of all things relating to Heroes.
"Yes, really. Come this summer, the TNM will have an entire exhibit hall dedicated to Endeavor. An entire exhibit hall that used to exclusively house some of the finest Greco-Buddhist art and artifacts of the Silk Road."
"I guess that's kind of bad-"
"You guess?"
Ultra-Humanite snapped his fingers, and the T-rex robot increased the pressure it was putting on Midoriya's body.
"Your country's cultural heritage is being superseded by someone like Endeavor, and all you can do is shrug your shoulders?"
"Well, I don't really have any room for shrugging-"
"And do you know what happened when I tried to find out how long the exhibit would go on for?" Ultra-Humanite asked, cutting him off. "What happened was that I found out that the exhibit would go on indefinitely. Indefinitely! Unbelievable! Has our society become so enthralled with heroics that the people would put the arts second to men who don't even know how to keep their homes in check?"
Midoriya didn't know how to respond to that. Partly because he was having trouble admitting that someone like the Ultra-Humanite had a point, partly because he didn't really understand the last thing he said.
"Naturally, I couldn't let any of that stand, so here I am in Japan with a myriad of stolen S.T.A.R. Labs technology, ready to destroy the museum for their betrayal of their own ideals."
"Y-You're going to destroy the TNM? Just because they're getting rid of some good-looking art?" Midoriya asked. "That-That's so stupid!"
"Why? Because I'm not trying to rob a bank or assassinate a political figure? Not every scheme has to have such cliched criminal agendas."
"But what about the art that's still there? You're just going to destroy everything because of this one thing you don't like?"
Ultra-Humanite stared at Midoriya before snapping his big gorilla fingers.
"That's a good point, boy. Might as well steal the most valuable exhibits before I destroy the museum so I can sell them on the black market and finance future endeavors. Thanks for bringing that up."
"You're welcome," Midoriya said, dryly. "What about the people in the museum? Are you just going to kill people who have nothing to do with this?"
"I'm not so crass. I'm obviously going to call in a bomb threat to empty out the facility before I strike. I guess it would still be possible for people to be in there, though. Well, if they actually enjoy going there, then they'll simply be getting what's coming to them."
Midoriya grit his teeth. The Ultra-Humanite casually said he didn't care if people died in the process of his petty endeavor. He knew how callous Villains could be about the lives of others, but seeing and hearing it up close and personal was far different.
Then he started patting the spaceship.
"Maybe I'll even figure out how to get this thing up and running again in time for the assault."
He patted the ship again.
"Might be a little fun to destroy the errors of our society with the brilliance of another."
He patted the ship again.
"That would probably put me in the perfect mood to tear this thing apart and figure out how it ticks."
He moved his hand down towards the ship, once more.
"Stop touching that!" Midoriya shouted. The Ultra-Humanite did, indeed, stop touching it, but only to glare at Midoriya with what he could only assume to be annoyance.
"How annoying," Ultra-Humanite said. "Children these days really don't know their place, do they? Well, I've explained my plan to you, boy, so now it's time for you to die. Robot minions, you know what to do."
As if voicing some form of acknowledgment, the female robot screeched and the T-rex robot roared. The T-rex robot turned its head downwards towards Midoriya as smoke bellowed out of its mouth. Midoriya gave it no time to attack, though. He released a gust of wind from his mouth, the force strong enough to send both him and the T-rex robot up into the air mere seconds before it unleashed a torrent of flames from its mouth.
The T-Rex robot slammed into the ceiling, stunning it as the flames spewed out. Midoriya kicked off of its underbelly to propel himself downwards towards the Ultra-Humanite, only to be launched into a wall when the female robot blasted him with a laser beam. Fortunately, his reaction time was quick enough for him to put up a guard with his arms, nullifying a good deal of the impact.
"Still alive, are we?" Ultra-Humanite asked. "Well, if you want something done right!"
The Ultra-Humanite pulled what looked like a large gun out from the bag next to him and pointed it at Midoriya. He pulled the trigger and released a stream of teal light from the weapon. Midoriya jumped out of the wall and dodged, but his mouth fell agape when the beam collided with the wall and created a hole at least three times his height and width.
"Ionic disruptor cannon. I don't have the time to explain the specifics, so let's just say it's a really powerful gun and leave it at that, shall we?"
Ultra-Humanite fired another round at Midoriya. Midoriya, in turn, fired a blast of heat vision at it. The energies clashed against one another, neither one giving an inch, neither combatant able to move. In an attempt to take advantage of that, the female robot and the T-rex robot, the latter now regaining its bearing, moved in to grab Midoriya. Knowing that he couldn't hold off the Ultra-Humanite in this way while simultaneously fighting the robots, Midoriya deactivated his heat vision and ducked down with enough speed and precision to avoid the blast. As it collided with another wall, the two robots, unable to stop themselves, ran into each other, and Midoriya took advantage of the confusion by kicking them each to the ground.
"Curiouser and curiouser," Ultra-Humanite said. "Your power is far more exemplary than it should be."
"I-I just have a strong Quirk," Midoriya said.
"Clearly. I have a strong Quirk, as well, and I've been using it since I set foot in here, yet it doesn't seem to have any effect on you."
"Huh?" That didn't sound good.
"It makes me have doubts about your alleged humanity."
"Huh?" Midoriya was right to think that it didn't sound good.
"You're obviously not a robot; I would have noticed, by now. Can't be Atlantean; none of the telltale signs for even a halfling. Amazonian's a possibility, though I've never heard of an Asian one, before. Very peculiar. Oh, well, I can figure it out after you're dead."
Before Midoriya could question what he was talking about, the female robot and the T-rex robot tackled him to the ground and pinned him there. He realized too late that all the talking was mainly a means of distraction.
"Figure it out from whatever's left of you, anyway," Ultra-Humanite said as he aimed the ionic disruptor cannon at Midoriya. "I'm going to try and keep the damage to a minimum, but it's hard to control how much this thing tears apart, you know."
The ionic disruptor cannon started charging energy as the Ultra-Humanite kept it locked on Midoriya. Midoriya was going to be blasted in the face in no time at all, and with the combined weight of the robots on top of him, he didn't know if he could break free in time to save himself.
Fortunately, he didn't have to ponder the logistics of his speed, at all. Before the Ultra-Humanite could fire, a fireball flew in from the right side of the area and hit him square in the arm. He didn't fall or move from his position, but his arms were moved by the sudden impact, causing the blast to be redirected to the wall, once more. Midoriya, taking advantage of the sudden intrusion, threw the robots off of him and got back up from the ground.
"There won't be anymore evildoing going on today, Villain!" A familiar voice shouted.
"For we are here!" Another familiar voice shouted. "I've always wanted to do that."
"All Might! Firestorm!" Midoriya cheered.
"Sorry we're late, Young Midoriya. Hope you didn't have too rough a time, on your own."
"Not from lack of trying, mind you," Ultra-Humanite said, dropping the ionic disruptor cannon to the ground. "I'm not surprised that someone like you managed to stay alive, Firestorm, but I do wish that you were just a little bit more maimed. And you're here, too, All Might. What a surprise that that sickly old man was the Symbol of Peace. What a thrill it is to think about how much praise I'll get back in the states when everyone finds out that I managed to kill you."
"Only in your dreams, Ultra-Humanite!" All Might shouted as the robots started recovering.
"Midoriya, go somewhere where you won't draw attention to yourself," Firestorm said.
"O-Okay!" Midoriya said.
"All Might, I'll take care of the rust buckets. Ultra-Humanite's all pumped up about fighting you, so how about you show him what happens when people try that?"
"My sentiments, exactly!"
All Might charged at the Ultra-Humanite. Firestorm blasted at the enemy robots. The robots evaded Firestorm's attacks to the best of their abilities. Midoriya started running off to the side to let All Might and Firestorm take care of things. The Ultra-Humanite just stood still with a smug expression as All Might barreled towards him.
That can't be right, Midoriya thought to himself. Sure, Ultra-Humanite is clearly arrogant and full of himself, but All Might is attacking him! He's not even flinching at the sight of him! Is he that confidant in that laser cannon of his?!
Wait. Maybe it's not his weapons that he has faith in. Maybe it's his natural abilities that he's betting on. Come to think of it, he was just talking about how his Quirk should have been working on me if I was human, and considering that All Might and Firestorm are both human-
"All Might, wait!"
Midoriya was too late. All Might had already closed in on the Ultra-Humanite and threw his signature Texas Smash at him, an attack that could destroy a skyscraper in an instant and leave nothing but rubble.
That was the kind of attack All Might used, and the Ultra-Humanite was able to block it with just one hand.
"What?!" All Might shouted.
"Well, at least I know that there's nothing wrong on my end," Ultra-Humanite said with a smirk. All Might threw his left arm at him, but he caught that one, just as easily. Then, as if to further emphasize how incredibly powerful he appeared, the Ultra-Humanite effortlessly lifted All Might off of the ground and tossed him into the air, All Might's body hitting the ceiling with a tremendous crash.
"What the hell?!" Firestorm shouted. In his moment of distraction, the T-rex robot was able to hit him with a swing of its tail.
"H-He blocked All Might like he was nothing!" Midoriya shouted.
"Compared to me, he might as well be," Ultra-Humanite laughed.
With a tremendous shout, All Might broke out of the ceiling and landed on the ground with a powerful stomp, creating a large crater that the Ultra-Humanite unfortunately wasn't caught in. All Might wasted no time in launching a flurry of punches, but Ultra-Humanite dodged every one of them, effortlessly.
"What's wrong? Am I too fast for you? Getting slow in your old age?"
No, that's wrong. Well, it's right and wrong! Midoriya told himself. All Might is definitely moving slower than usual, but his age shouldn't have anything to do with it. What's more, Ultra-Humanite is a mad scientist-type Villain, so he shouldn't have the physical ability to keep up with All Might, at all. This has to go back to his Quirk. His Quirk that didn't work on me because-
"All Might, stop!" Midoriya shouted. "You won't be able to hit him. Ultra-Humanite, he's using a Quirk that weakens his opponents! You can't do anything about it, but-but I can! I can do something… because I'm not human!"
All Might stopped in his tracks. Midoriya knew that it had to be because he couldn't believe that he just said what he said out loud for all to hear.
"Oh. So that is what's going on here," Ultra-Humanite said. Midoriya assumed that he was grinning for the exact same reasons.
Ultra-Humanite! Quirk: Over Man! When this Quirk is activated, every human within a 100-meter area of the Ultra-Humanite has their physical abilities decreased by seventy-five percent! Considering that basically everyone on the planet is human, it's hard to see this Quirk as anything but overpowered!
"Oh. So that is what's going on here," Ultra-Humanite said. Just from looking at him, All Might was able to put two and two together and figure out that he had put two and two together. On top of knowing his true form, one of the most dangerous Villains in history now knew the truth about Midoriya. It was safe to say that All Might had had better days.
"I can't do that!" All Might said. Just then, the Ultra-Humanite threw a punch at All Might's head. He caught the attack, but he struggled to maintain a guard.
"Are you sure about that? You're not exactly showing your best effort, right now," Ultra-Humanite said.
"H-He's right, All Might. Go help Firestorm; I'll try and do something about the Ultra-Humanite!" Midoriya said.
"I could use help, but that's still a terrible idea!" Firestorm said as he was blasted in the chest by the female robot's laserbeam.
"There's no way that I'm going to leave you to deal with someone this dangerous, by yourself," All Might said.
"I suppose this is the classic moment of the Hero making himself a martyr-" Ultra-Humanite didn't get the chance to finish his remark. All Might let go of him and kicked him hard in the stomach, or as hard as he could manage, anyway.
"That's why we're going to take him down, together!"
"What?!" Midoriya asked.
"Is that right?" Ultra-Humanite asked. He didn't appear very fazed by the attack, but that would hopefully change.
"Even if I'm not at my best right now, I'm still the Symbol of Peace; you'd have to be an idiot to think I'd leave a kid to handle a Villain, all by himself! So let's take him down together, Young Midoriya!"
"Okay!"
Midoriya dashed over to All Might and the Ultra-Humanite, throwing an uppercut at the latter as All Might threw another kick to his stomach. Ultra-Humanite deflected All Might's kick with an elbow attack. Not surprising. He also dodged Midoriya's uppercut and threw a punch into his face that sent him back a few steps. Far more surprising.
"What? Did you think I was completely powerless without any of my toys?" Ultra-Humanite asked. "In most of my other bodies, you'd be right to assume so, but how could you look at this body and keep thinking anything of the sort?"
Midoriya never responded to the rhetorical question. The Ultra-Humanite grabbed Midoriya by the arm and swung him like a bat into All Might. All Might knew that Midoriya had a tough body, but he never would have guessed it to be tough enough to send him flying off of his feet.
"All Might!" Midoriya shouted.
"I think you have far more to worry about than him, boy," Ultra-Humanite said, hitting Midoriya with an uppercut to the jaw.
All Might wanted to respond in kind, but he was too busy being caught in the jaws of the robot T-Rex. He had only just gotten trapped inside, yet he could already feel a blazing heat enveloping his lower body. He didn't let that deter him, though. He used the legs of that very same heated lower body to kick down on its lower jaw and open its mouth up wide, letting him slip out just as a cloud of fire came forth.
"My turn!" Firestorm flew in right in front of where All Might landed and shot a fireball into the T-rex robot's gaping mouth. The attack was swallowed whole, and a split second later, its sides burst apart in an explosion. Smoke bellowed out of its now slacked jaw as it fell over on its stomach, defeated.
"Nice one, Firestorm," All Might said.
"Compliment me, later! You need to get back to Midoriya, now!"
All Might turned his head in Midoriya's direction. He had broken free of the Ultra-Humanite's grasp and launched another punch at him. It hit, but just barely, as he managed to jump back before full impact. That gave him enough time and space to punch Midoriya once more.
All Might really did need to get back there. He nodded his head at Firestorm just as he dodged a strike from the female robot and ran off in Midoriya's direction. He had hardly moved three steps, however, before a glowing disc landed right in front of him and exploded into a blast of light that knocked him back.
What was that?! All Might asked himself. Rather quickly, he found his answer: the object, most likely some sort of bomb, was thrown by one of the five smaller robots in the area. They had been immobile since All Might and Firestorm first showed up, so he ended up completely ignoring their presence. A truly amateur mistake.
The consequences of said mistake continued onward as the five robots grabbed more weapons from the bag and fired them all at All Might. Laser beams, explosives, plasma whips, all manner of high tech weaponry was thrown at him in an effort to take him down. All Might dodged the attacks, but thanks to having his power so severely dampened, it was always by the skin of his teeth and the breadth of his hair.
"SHIT!" All Might shouted. "He really cleaned S.T.A.R. Labs out of house and home!" This wasn't the time for wit, though. Midoriya and the Ultra-Humanite kept trading blows, but Ultra-Humanite was getting in far more hits than Midoriya was. He and Firestorm couldn't keep wasting time with the robots, but that was easier said than done, even more so when a plasma whip grazed All Might's arm.
"All Might!" Midoriya shouted.
"You should be worrying about yourself, boy," the Ultra-Humanite said. All Might saw him take advantage of Midoriya's distracted state of being by kicking him against the wall of the cave. Then, with speed that you wouldn't expect out of the body of a gorilla, he picked up off of the ground what All Might could only assume to be an ionic disruptor cannon.
"I've enjoyed our time together, boy, but I do have other things on my schedule. Don't think I've forgotten about your little bombshell from earlier, though; I'll be sure to thoroughly dissect whatever's left of your interstellar corpse."
He pulled the trigger. The beam flew out. All Might tried to jump in the way, but he was held up by his opponent. Firestorm screamed as he tried to fly over, but he was stopped by his opponent. Neither one of them could break through. Neither one could do anything when the beam hit Midoriya square in the chest with enough force to send him straight through the wall. Neither one of them could do anything when the Ultra-Humanite, to add insult to injury, was tossed an explosive from one of the robots that he quickly threw through the giant hole in the mountainside.
"NOOO!" All Might shouted.
"Keep it down, will you?" Ultra-Humanite asked, cupping an ear. "I'm trying to hear the-"
An explosion sounded off, the terror greatly contrasting the pleasant glow of sunlight flooding the room.
"Ah, there it is. That's what I love about doing battle in nature: no cleanup required. Well, outside, anyway. The lairs still end up stained with blood. Speaking of which, get on that, please."
The five smaller robots each picked up a beam sword and rushed All Might. He barely paid attention to their weapons, though. What they were holding didn't matter to him as he slammed his fists against the ground as hard as he could. Even with his decreased power, he still managed to accomplish his goal of releasing a shockwave powerful enough to knock them all on their backs, their rotund bodies creating an immediately apparent difficulty in getting back on their feet.
"Ultra-Humanite! I won't forgive you for this! Take away seventy-five percent of my power, eighty-five percent, one hundred percent, even! You won't ever escape from here! Let's take him down, Firestorm!"
Firestorm said nothing in response.
"Firestorm?"
Firestorm said nothing in response. All he did was stand in one spot, completely motionless.
"Looks like he's taking an ordinary death of a child a little hard. As expected of his generation," Ultra-Humanite said. His smirk didn't give any indication that he felt at all threatened by All Might's rage. Not that he needed to be, with All Might still severely weakened and the female robot firing another laser beam at Firestorm.
"Firestorm!"
Firestorm said nothing in response. All he did was stand in one spot, completely motionless. He did nothing at all as the beam made contact with his body and turned into a pile of dust.
"What?!" All Might gasped.
"Don't lecture me, old man," Firestorm said to no one.
The female robot charged at Firestorm and grabbed him with one of its claws. A split-second later, the robot vanished, replaced with a pile of rocks.
U-Unbelievable! All Might thought to himself. This must be Firestorm's transmutation, the power to transform one object into another object of equal mass!
"I don't need you screaming in my ear, right now," Firestorm said. Face contorted into something of pure rage, he started slowly walking towards the Ultra-Humanite, the ground beneath his feet transforming into a different gemstone with every step.
"Don't tell me to calm down! I'm going to kill this bastard! Right here! Right now! And I don't care if I have to turn this whole mountain into a pillar of salt to do so!"
All Might had never seen so much anger and fury within a young Hero, before. He wanted to step in and say something, but he couldn't find it in his power to move from where he was standing. Even the Ultra-Humanite wasn't looking as confident. His smug smirk devolved into a legitimately nervous expression as he slowly moved a finger to the side of his vest.
It was right before Ultra-Humanite could touch anything that a shadow broke through the light. A shadow that, once it covered Firestorm, somehow made him stop moving and put his face into an ever so slight calm.
All Might truly had no idea what was going on. When he turned in the direction of the shadow, though, an act done simultaneously with the Ultra-Humanite, the source of the shadow became abundantly clear: it was Midoriya. Midoriya, blocking the sun with his dirty body. Midoriya, still looking like he was ready to fight. Midoriya, suddenly floating in midair.
"He can fly?" All Might asked.
"He can fly?" Firestorm asked.
"He can fly?" Ultra-Humanite asked.
Midoriya blinked twice before looking himself over.
"I can fly?!" Midoriya shouted.
Izuku Midoriya refused to die. He knew that he was just blasted with an ionic disruptor cannon, but he refused to die (it helped that it surprisingly didn't hurt that much). He knew that some sort of high-tech bomb was thrown at him, as well, but he refused to die. He knew that he was falling farther than anyone should ever have to fall, but he refused to die. Not when he was so close to the end. Not when the answers to everything were so close.
With a scream as his conviction, he decided to keep fighting, and his rapid descent came to an immediate halt. He grabbed the explosive out of the air and tossed it aside before he started heading back up to the fight, an explosion creating an appropriate backdrop to the scene. In no time at all, Midoriya had returned to fight, floating behind the very hole he was blasted through mere moments ago.
"He can fly?" All Might asked.
"He can fly?" Firestorm asked.
"He can fly?" Ultra-Humanite asked.
Midoriya blinked twice before looking himself over. Now, with a moment of clarity to gather his thoughts, was when he was able to take in just how he had managed to avoid falling to his death.
"I can fly?!" Midoriya shouted.
"You better believe you can fly!" Firestorm cheered with a massive grin.
"You really didn't know, then? Here I thought you were just trying to be dramatic," Ultra-Humanite said. "Oh, well, not like this changes anything."
The Ultra-Humanite aimed the ionic disruptor cannon at Midoriya as it began charging. He wouldn't allow it, not again, so he fired his heat vision at the barrel of the gun. The impact created a small explosion that resulted in a small puff of smoke getting in the Ultra-Humanite's face. It took him only a second to get rid of it, but it only took Midoriya half as long to shoot himself back into the cave and drive both of his fists into the Ultra-Humanite's stomach. The impact sent him flying across the room until he ended up landing on his back. He didn't see it coming.
"Dammit!" Midoriya heard him curse under his breath.
"Dammit"? Midoriya repeated in his head. That was the first time he had heard such a strong response out of the Ultra-Humanite. Granted, he was just sent flying across the room, but the overall impact couldn't have hurt him that much.
"Don't think that you've won anything, boy." Midoriya looked at him with his super enhanced eyesight. There were beads of sweat seeping through his pores.
"I still hold all the cards. I still have every conceivable advantage." Midoriya kept looking at him with his super enhanced vision. His eyes kept darting towards All Might and Firestorm.
"One tiny stroke of luck doesn't change the fact that this mountain is going to become all of your graves." Midoriya looked at him with his X-ray vision. His heart was beating at an unusually fast rate.
"His Quirk isn't working, anymore!" Midoriya shouted. "Th-The way his body is reacting to everything makes it look like he's nervous! He wouldn't be getting like that if he still had the advantage over us, so something must have happened to deactivate it!"
"Oh, come on, now. How desperate are you to resort to-"
All Might wasted no time in dashing right in front of the Ultra-Humanite. The Ultra-Humanite raised his arm for a punch, but All Might hit him in the face before he could move his fist even a little bit forward.
As we said, Over Man is incredibly overpowered. However! It does have a weakness! If Ultra-Humanite is knocked on his back even once, then Over Man will deactivate, and he won't be able to use it again for the rest of the day!
"Now that's more like it!" All Might shouted. "Looks like you were right on the money, Midoriya, my boy. However, you've done far more today than any child should be expected to do. If it's alright with you, the grownups are going to finish up, here!"
Midoriya simply nodded his head in response. There wasn't anything left to worry about. After all, All Might and Firestorm were here.
Ultra-Humanite, having been sent flying once more, crawled back up onto his feet. His expression was one not of annoyance or confidence, but pure, simple rage. Rage that, overall, didn't amount to anything. Before he could act in any way, the earth around his feet suddenly shot up and wrapped itself around half of the Ultra-Humanite's body, leaving him completely immobilized. The power of transmutation was truly something else.
"Gotta make sure this son of a bitch can't get away," Firestorm said as his right arm became engulfed in flames. "Let's go, All Might!"
"Took the words right out of my mouth, Firestorm!"
All Might and Firestorm charged at the Ultra-Humanite, still struggling to break free of his entrapments, to no avail.
"Georgia-" All Might said, raising his right arm up into the air.
"Surtr-" Firestorm said, raising his right arm up into the air.
While the Ultra-Humanite kept struggling to break free, their two arms found a meeting place: the front and back of his neck.
"SMASH!"
"IMPACT!"
His eyes turned white. Spit shot around as he gasped for air. His head fell down, lifelessly. It was over. It was finally over.
Almost finally over.
And with that, our little impromptu battle against evil came to a close! Villains from the Golden Age are just as tough as I thought they'd be, but it didn't matter; in the end, justice will always prevail!
So, naturally, we had to contact the authorities and deliver the Ultra-Humanite to them (outside of the mountain and away from all the weird writing), at which point I assured them that it was one-hundred percent only Firestorm and myself responsible for his capture, and not a single other person. Initially, Young Midoriya, Firestorm and I were concerned about him revealing the multitude of secrets he had learned, but when he regained consciousness, he said that he wouldn't tell a soul!
In regards to my true form, he didn't see the point in telling anyone because "it wasn't as if I'd be less invincible in my pajamas" (I didn't bother to correct him). In regards to Young Midoriya, though, he surprisingly said that he had no interest in making life harder for him. That now that he knew what Young Midoriya was, he guessed that he really did know what it was like to have to have to force yourself to fit in with everyone else. I didn't know what he was talking about, but Midoriya wasn't arguing with him, so I guess I must have missed something between them. If the two of them were able to come to some kind of understanding, then maybe Ultra-Humanite isn't so bad, as far as Villains go. Maybe I'll talk to the museum about making space for both their old stuff and my old pal Endeavor's exhibit.
Anyway, the point is that it's finally over. Almost finally over, anyway.
While All Might and Firestorm talked with the police about the Ultra-Humanite, Midoriya, who had stayed out of sight so no one would get into trouble for his Vigilantism, had carried the spaceship far up the mountain, leaving it in a rocky area completely devoid of people. It didn't take that long for him to do it, now that he had the benefit of flight. He couldn't stop himself from feeling a little giddy about it. Him, flying! Just like Wonder Woman or Martian Manhunter or Starman or any of the Hawkpeople! Feeling the wind rush around his body as he soared above everything was unlike anything he'd ever felt before!
"At the same time, though, it's kind of scary," Midoriya said to no one but the spaceship. "I mean, when my powers first came in, all I could do was jump really high and punch people way too hard. By the time I was ten, I could shoot lasers out of my eyes and knock people down just by exhaling. Now I'm fourteen going on fifteen, and all of a sudden, I can fly.
"Am I just going to keep getting more and more powers, the older I get? When I'm eighteen, are bones going to start shooting out of my fists? When I'm twenty, is my body going to turn into electricity, and I'll just zap everything around me? Is it ever going to end? Am I even going to be able to control it, forever?"
"Of course you will!" Midoriya turned around to see none other that All Might behind him. All Might in his skinny form riding piggyback on Firestorm, to be more accurate.
"Even if you end up with a million different powers, there will always be a way for you to control yourself," All Might said as he climbed off of Firestorm. "I'm not going to say that it'll be easy, but you already don't want to hurt anyone, right? If you ask me, that's the most important step, there is."
"Still, though…" Midoriya said, looking down at the ground.
"Don't get like that, kid," Firestorm said. "He just said he believes in you, didn't he? That's the second most important step. Even if you have no confidence in yourself, never forget that there will always be people who care about you."
Midoriya couldn't argue with that. He couldn't argue with any of that. So long as he wanted to prove he deserved to be a Hero, he didn't plan on letting his powers get the better of him. So long as people like his parents and All Might and even Firestorm cared about him, he knew that he'd always have a reason to do his best.
"That's right. Of course that's right. Thank you, thank you both!"
"Don't even sweat it," All Might said.
"Shut up, I'm allowed to be corny, if I want to!" Firestorm said to no one. "Alright, now it's time to do what you came here to do, isn't it?"
"YES! How do we do that?" All Might asked.
"I-I don't know! It's a mystery to me, too!" Midoriya said. "Although, come to think of it, after talking with the Ultra-Humanite, I think that we were able to get inside the mountain because I was the one touching the wall. So maybe if I find the right spot, something will happen?"
"Worth a shot, at least."
With All Might's approval, Midoriya prepared to start rubbing his hands across the ship in an attempt to try and get something going, no matter how long it would take.
The time it would take was apparently zero seconds. As soon as Midoriya turned back towards the ship, the same deadly metal claws he saw in the video shot out and lifted the ship up into the air. All Might activated his Quirk, Firestorm made flames appear around his hands, and they both stepped in front of Midoriya, but Midoriya quickly sidestepped around them. Not because he wasn't nervous for his own safety, as he truly couldn't stop himself from shaking, but because he knew that he had to face this, head-on.
As if to respond to this, the ship bent downwards until the bow was only a meter away from Midoriya's face. A second later, the same mechanical voice from the video came out of the spaceship, uttering a completely unintelligible phrase: "EHROSHBEM, KAL-EL."
"Wh-What?"
"NAHVRUHTODH W KAOAHJAH?"
"I-I don't know what you're saying! Please, just tell me what you are! Just, just tell what I am!"
Nothing came out of the ship in response to that. Nothing save for a few beeps, a humming noise, and a faint green glow around the bow of the ship. A minute passed without any conversation taking place. When the minute was up, the beeping ceased, the humming stopped, and the glowing faded away.
"PRIMARY HOST LANGUAGE ADAPTED," the ship said, now speaking perfect Japanese. "RE-INITIATING INITIAL PHASE: HELLO KAL-EL."
"'Kal-El'? D-Do you mean me?"
"INDEED. I AM THE ALPHA MODEL OF THE KRYPTONIAN EDUCATION AND LIFE ENRICHMENT XENOSAKOLOUTHOS, OR K.E.L.E.X. ALPHA, FOR SHORT. I AM AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE SAVED ONTO YOUR SPACECRAFT WITH THE DIRECTIVE TO ASSIST YOU ONCE YOUR SHIP REACHED THE THIRD PLANET ORBITING THE SUN OF THE MILKY WAY GALAXY. UNFORTUNATELY, MY PROGRAMMING WAS DAMAGED UPON LANDING, AND YOU WERE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I COULD SUCCESSFULLY PERFORM A REBOOT. HOWEVER, I HAD MAINTAINED ENOUGH PROCESSING POWER TO ANALYZE THE INDIVIDUALS WHO HAD TAKEN YOU AND DETERMINED THAT THEY WOULD MAKE EXCELLENT HOSTS FOR YOU, SO I CONCLUDED THAT THERE WAS NO IMMEDIATE NEED TO LOCATE YOU."
"U-Um, um, um, what?"
"DID I NOT ACQUIRE THE CORRECT LANGUAGE FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND ME, KAL-EL?" K.E.L.E.X. asked.
"N-No, you did! I just, this is a lot to take in. Okay, you're an AI, I get that, that's pretty self-explanatory. But, I mean, the other stuff is just, I don't know. Kryptonian, and analyzing people, and Xenosakolouthos? I really don't understand that on top of all the other things I don't understand."
"UNDERSTOOD. INITIATING PHASE TWO."
"What's phase-"
A sixth claw, one much, much, much smaller than the other five, shot out of K.E.L.E.X. and clamped itself around Midoriya's forehead.
"Midoriya-"
Everything went white for Midoriya. His vision came back, but everything was still white. No All Might, no Firestorm, no K.E.L.E.X., nothing but an endless expanse of white.
"Wh-What is this? Wh-Where'd everyone go?"
"Don't be alarmed. Your body is still exactly where it is. All of this is a virtual program being transmitted into your mind at a speed tens of thousands of times faster than normal reality. By the time everything is finished here, only a few seconds will have passed in real time."
Someone was talking to Midoriya. Someone who sounded nothing like K.E.L.E.X.
"Wh-Who's there?"
"Again, please do not be alarmed. There's nothing to be worried about, Kal-El."
"K-Kal-El?"
A mass of green pixels appeared in front of Midoriya. They all started shuffling around in the air until they took on a shape, the shape of a person. Slowly, the green coloring faded away until there was a clear cut person standing in front of Midoriya. A person with a pair of glasses on top of an aged face, a moustache and beard cut with precision, and a nice, clean head of black hair. All very normal. Less normal was the thin, yellow headband displayed on his forehead, the black bodysuit draped by a red robe, and the chest that bore the familiar black pentagon containing the English letter "S".
"That symbol-"
"Our symbol. My name is Jor-El of Krypton. I am your father, and it's so very nice to meet you, again."
Since I don't think anyone would get it, Jor-El's appearance is based on Hikaru Hanada, the Japanese voice actor who voices Superman in the Japanese dub of the DCAU. Now, before you leave, enjoy this short piece by my very good supporter, The Infamous Man.
Hope Carried 1,000 Years by The Infamous Man
"Let me go!" Shouted a man in a red body suit, his face covered with a glass green dome and a now smoking device covering his right wrist. The person behind him brought his arms back and with a flick of the wrist they were restrained by cuffs that appeared to be made of pure data.
The person behind him was bald and also had orange skin as well as two antenna coming from his forehead. He was wearing a white jumpsuit with blue highlights, and a black belt that had a golden buckle on it.
Within that buckle was a stylized 'L' on it.
"Well, since you asked politely..." the alien-looking humanoid said with a roll of his eyes.
"I have rights, you asshole!"
"Well, if you had succeeded, chances are those rights would've been voided." An orange-haired teen with milky white eyes said with a smirk. He wore a blue bodysuit, but with silver boots and gloves. Two yellow lightning bolts came from his shoulders and met at his abdomen, pointing at the same belt buckle his companion wore. As he said this, lightning danced from his fingers and on the silver rifle comprised of components that didn't have names.
Not in this time.
As the rifle squaked and hissed, the smell of burning hardware filling the air, the boy finished. "What with the high chance you wouldn't have been born in the first place. Time Assassination is a pretty big offense after all."
"I would've been protected, unlike you little punks!"
"So what makes you think that?" A young blond-haired woman wearing a red jumpsuit with a white stripe running down the middle, the yellow image of the planet Saturn in the center of her chest. "You can either tell us, or I dig in there and find out myself. I don't want to do that, but it's your choice."
These three were Chameleon Boy, Lightning Lad, and Saturn Girl. Their real names were Reep Daggle, Garth Ranzz, and Imra Ardeen respectively.
They were part of the organization known as the Legion of Superheroes.
They were also from the 30th century.
When their quarry did not answer, Irma sighed. "Alright then. Just remember that I gave you a choice." She placed her hands on her temples and closed her eyes...
"That will not be necessary."
All four of them turned their heads to see an individual stepping out of a glass sphere, silver disks flying from behind him and placing themselves underneath his feet as he acted like he was coming down some stairs. He wore a dark brown button-up shirt, pants, and shoes. His coat was a deep dark purple as was the bow tie he wore. His hair was a rich blond and combed to the side.
His skin was also completely green.
He was called Brainy by his friends, even if he hated it.
His name was Brainiac 5, and he preferred to be referred to that.
"The remnants of radiation within Bleed-space is that of adapted Apokolyptian technology. It's a bit too good of a job to have been done by the Legion of Supervillains, therefore I deduce that we're dealing with Libra and his Cult of Evil again." Brainiac then bent down as his feet touched the ground, picking up a glowing green bullet. One of the metal disks morphed into a cube, which Brainiac dropped the bullet in before it closed. "Likely trying to ensure his Master's "rightful" success down the timeline."
"Ugh. I hate this crap." Garth groaned as he hoisted the gun over his shoulder. "Especially when it's our shift. How come so many people wanna go back and assassinate Superman? Don't they got anything better to do? Like commit crimes in our time? At least we can kick the crap out of them in a place that isn't so freakin' backwards!"
"Oh? So your saying you'd prefer to be on duty to stop those who try to assassinate those Hitler or Kennedy guys?" Reep asked, causing Garth to shiver.
"No way. I pity those poor bastards. Did you hear about the guys who had to stop that 21st Century Meta, Midnighter, from assassinating Hitler during Earth's First World War?"
As the two continued talking, floating along with their captive to the glass sphere, Brainiac stood beside Irma as she stared in the distance.
Stared at Mount Fuji.
"You want to see him." Brainiac stayed simply, and Irma sighed.
"Can you blame me? We're just a few miles away from him. Back when he discovered his origins. It's the stuff that's shown in holo-vids everywhere." With that, Irma touched her wrist and a picture appeared in the space in front of them.
A picture of Izuku Midoriya descending from his jump with his mentor Toshinori Yagi.
Two living legends, even in the 30th Century.
"Plus... he could use some friends before he enters his training period."
"Yes, he could." Brainiac agreed. "But not yet. He needs to find himself first, and when he does... He'll take the first steps needed to make our future. A future that's moved past... this fairly ugly time." Brainiac then took out a white napkin from his coat pocket and began wiping his hands. "And unsanitary. So can we go now, please? I feel the need to begin stating the periodic timetable to keep my mind occupied from all the pollution we are currently inhaling. I mean really. Fossil fuels? Do they have any idea how horrid it all smells? And don't get me started on those glass bottles I saw on the ground in our arriva-!"
"All right Brainy. All right..." Irma giggled before floating up. "Don't short-circuit on us. Let's go home."
As they floated to the Time-Sphere, Irma glanced back at the mountain. He reached out with her mind... and felt his.
She felt doubt, nervousness, and fear.
But also... determination, bravery, and hope.
It was the mind of Izuku Midoriya.
This was the mind of Superman.
"I hope we do meet him, one day. For real this time." Irma told Brainiac as he began pressing on holographic images within the sphere.
He simply smiled.
"We will one day." Brainiac said as the sphere glowed. "It's only a matter of time."
As the three other Legionaries groaned, the sphere glowed as bright as a star...
And then disappeared from existence, as if it were never there in the first place.
Happy Father's Day, everyone. How about you honor your fathers by adding to the TV Tropes page?
Chapter 7: The Übermenschen (3)
Chapter Text
Midoriya always wondered what his father would look like. Not the man who raised him, obviously; he knew what he looked like, even if he only saw him once or twice a month. It was the man, the alien who sired him that he was really curious about. What did he look like? What kind of person was he? Why did he send Midoriya to Earth?
At the very least, the hologram standing in front of him gave him the answer to the first question: not much like him, at all. Their faces didn't match, their eyes were alike only in color, their builds, while both skinny, were still of different varieties, Midoriya having far less muscle. If this man, Jor-El, hadn't said that he was his father, he'd be hard pressed to come to that conclusion on his own. Though there was the possibility that he would start looking like that when he got older, which he supposed was alright. At the very least, he was glad that they didn't look different because he had blue skin or three heads or anything like that.
"You've been silent for quite some time, Kal-El," Jor-El said.
"O-Oh! Sorry!" Midoriya said, only then realizing how lost in his own thoughts he had been. "It's just, this is a lot to take in, you know? You-You're really my father?"
"Indeed, I am."
At the very least, Jor-El seemed like a calm person. Midoriya didn't know what he'd have done if his father was some sort of galactic warlord. He seemed like the person that was good to talk to. Like the kind of person you could feel safe giving a hug to. Midoriya tried doing the latter, but he found himself walking through Jor-El, as if he was air.
"Huh?"
"Again, this is all a virtual program. That includes myself, who is nothing but a hologram."
"APOLOGIES IF THAT WAS UNCLEAR, KAL-EL," a voice boomed from all around the endless white expanse.
"K.E.L.E.X.?! I-Is that you?!"
"AFFIRMATIVE. AS THE ONE INITIATING THIS PROGRAM, I AM OVERSEEING EVERYTHING THAT TAKES PLACE. I WILL PRESENT TO YOU ANY AND ALL IMAGERY THAT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE, BUT I CANNOT PROCEED UNTIL YOU SAY WHAT YOU WISH TO KNOW."
Midoriya swallowed. This was it. Now or never. If he didn't get anything here, then he'd never get anything, anywhere, at any time. He had to go all in, or else nothing would come out.
"Please, tell me who I am. Tell me what I am. Tell me-Tell me why I'm here!" Midoriya shouted.
Jor-El looked down at the floor for a few seconds before lifting his head up to meet Midoriya's gaze, once more.
"You are Kal-El, first son of the House of El, and the Last Son of Krypton."
Midoriya was silent as he took a step back.
"'Last Son'? I-If I'm the Last Son, and you're just a hologram, then is Krypton, is my homeworld, are-are all the people like me-"
"Completely destroyed, yes."
"O-Oh."
Midoriya fell down to the ground. He didn't know what he was expecting. It wasn't as if this was a huge surprise to him, or anything. He'd been on Earth for almost a decade and a half, so if anyone was looking for him, they should have shown up, already. There were only three reasons he could think of for why that hadn't happened yet: there simply wasn't anyone who wanted him, the people looking for him were being held up by something, or anyone who would want him was dead. None of this was beyond what he thought was possible, but that didn't mean it was any easier to take in.
"Are you alright, Kal-El?" Jor-El asked.
"DIAGNOSTICS INDICATE THAT THIS IS LESS PHYSICAL TRAUMA AND MORE EMOTIONAL TRAUMA," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Yes, I think I got that part."
"I'm fine," Midoriya said, standing up. "As fine as you can be when you find out you're an endangered species, at least. I just wish I could have seen-Krypton, right? I just wish I could have seen it, once."
"We can do that. K.E.L.E.X., initiate orbital view."
"AFFIRMATIVE," K.E.L.E.X. said.
The white expanse started spinning all around Midoriya. It shifted above his head, rotated under his feet, all with no feeling, whatsoever. When it all stopped, it looked as if Midoriya and Jor-El were floating in space. The environment was dyed black, save for a multitude of tiny white specks that had to be stars. Off in the distance, there was a giant red star, completely different in intensity from the yellow sun of Earth. Floating a little away from it was what looked like a crescent moon, but with a large mass of rocks and debris floating by it. Said moon and floating debris were orbiting around a planet that surprisingly looked a lot like Earth. There were two masses of ice at the northern and southernmost points of the planet and it was covered mostly in water, but unlike Earth, the continents seemed to be divided into two land masses, not five.
"That's it, isn't it?" Midoriya asked.
"Yes. What you're looking at is none other than our homeworld of Krypton," Jor-El said. "The star is our sun, Rao, named after our primary deity, and the space debris you see is our moon, Wegthor. I've seen this view countless times, yet it never ceases to amaze me."
"I can see why. It's-It's beautiful. But, um, is the moon supposed to be like that?"
"No, no it is not. That's a story for another day, though. Back to today's story: Krypton. Look at it. All it took was a little space gas expelled from Rao-"
"THE STAR, NOT THE DEITY," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"-and ten thousand years of evolution for the most promising race in the Andromeda galaxy to be born. We had our fair share of struggles, internal and external, but we always toughed it out. Maybe that ended up being something of a bad thing, though."
As Jor-El said the last sentence, Midoriya couldn't help but notice his father's eyes dropping to the floor before his mouth closed shut. How advanced this technology had to be if it could showcase such sadness in its projections.
"Is it alright if we go down to Krypton?" Midoriya asked.
"Yes. Yes, of course," Jor-El said, looking up to meet Midoriya's gaze. "K.E.L.E.X., if you would."
"AFFIRMATIVE. INITIATING SHIFT TO LURVAN CONTINENT," K.E.L.E.X. said.
Once more, the environment was sent into a spin. The inky blackness of space soon became replaced with a blue sky, not unlike the ones on Earth, and a surrounding view with even more to behold than the orbital view of the planet.
The surrounding view was that of a city far grander than anything Midoriya had ever seen on Earth. Buildings of gold and blue coloring, mostly gold, could be seen all around him, with some being so large that they went up above the clouds. Near said clouds were what could only be flying cars, something that Midoriya didn't think was actually possible, yet there they were. People dressed similarly to Jor-El repeatedly passed Midoriya by, and sometimes passed through him, creating a brief particle effect similar to the one Jor-El formed from.
"This is Krypton?"
"Indeed," Jor-El said as he motioned for the two of them to start walking. "Right now, we're on the Lurvan continent, the largest continent between Krypton's two. The city we stand in is none other than Kryptonopolis, capital city of the entire world."
"TRIVIA: WHILE THE TOPIC WAS HEAVILY DISPUTED, THERE IS A 74.6358% CERTAINTY THAT YOUR ANCESTOR, GAM-EL, WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR CONSTRUCTING KRYPTONOPOLIS," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Really? Your-my-our family built this?!" Midoriya exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Impressed, are we?" Jor-El asked.
"Yeah! It's-It's amazing! I've never seen buildings this big or built so high-tec! And hover cars! You have hover cars! On Earth, we can barely do anything with them on the ground! And over there! There's people using hologram technology like cell phones! Oh, you don't know what that is. A cell phone is this square-shaped device that you can use to talk to people all around the world. Those disc-shaped things people are using look like they work in the same way, but we haven't gotten hologram technology to work on such a widespread and commercial level. We only ever use them for special recordings, and they can only hold up to a few minutes of video, plus the audio tends to come out a little scratchy-"
"KAL-EL, ARE YOU IN THE MIDST OF HAVING A SEIZURE?" K.E.L.E.X. asked.
Midoriya stammered out an apology as his face went red. Jor-El just chuckled to that, but it was sensible enough for Midoriya to know that he didn't mean anything by it.
"Yes, I suppose an outsider would react to it, in such a manner," Jor-El. "It's a shame that Earth isn't as advanced as Krypton was. Don't worry, though. You've already seen the similarities between the two planets; I'm sure that Earth will reach this level in a few millennia."
"Too bad I won't be around to see that."
"IN ALL LIKELIHOOD, YOU MOST CERTAINLY WILL," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Wait, what?"
"Let's pick up the pace, Kal-El," Jor-El said.
"Can we back up to that last thing?"
"We have a lot on the agenda, son."
"Yeah, I get that, but if I heard right, it sounded like K.E.L.E.X. said that I'm immo-"
In an instant, Midoriya dropped the subject in its entirety. Not because he lost the desire to press the matter further; this was definitely something that would occupy his thoughts for weeks on end. No, the reason he dropped the subject was because something passed him by, passed through him, actually, that was surprising enough to steal away all of his attention.
"Was that a dog?"
Jor-El's eyes, for reasons Midoriya didn't understand, seemed to light up in response to that.
"Why, yes! Yes, it is a dog! K.E.L.E.X., he knows about dogs! Oh, and here I thought you knew nothing of your heritage!"
"I don't. Why are there dogs in space?"
"I'm sorry? I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to that," Jor-El said, looking at Midoriya as if he had a second head.
"An answer would suffice."
"What, are you telling me that you have dogs on Earth?" Midoriya nodded his head. "Heh. Next you'll tell me that you have cats and monkeys, too." Midoriya just stared at him. "Really? Even monkeys?"
"I really feel like this should be reversed."
A minute of awkward silence emerged between Midoriya and Jor-El before they agreed to drop the subject, entirely. From there, Jor-El kept guiding Midoriya around Kryptonopolis and telling various historical anecdotes. He explained how not far outside the city was the Gold Volcano, a massive mountain made entirely out of gold and other precious metals that shined like a rainbow when the sun hit it just right. He told him about the statue commemorating all of the Houses that helped defeat their would-be conquerors, the Vrangs (though there was no symbol for the House of El, Jor-El assured him that they were major players). He pointed out a butcher shop that always used to give him a good deal on sandwiches whenever he came in. It was all very good, but Midoriya couldn't stop himself from paying more attention to something that was rather obvious.
"Everyone's skin tone is different from ours," Midoriya said. "I mean, everyone has light skin, but compared to us, it's a little different, isn't it?"
"THE EXPLANATION FOR THAT IS SIMPLE, KAL-EL: YOU, JOR-EL, AND THE PATRIARCHAL LINE OF THE HOUSE OF EL ORIGINATE FROM TWENX," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Twenx?"
"TWENX IS AN ISLAND NATION LOCATED NOT FAR FROM THE LURVAN CONTINENT. THE HOUSE OF EL WAS FOUNDED THERE AT THE BEGINNING OF KRYPTONIAN SOCIETY AND STAYED THERE BEFORE IMMIGRATING TO THE MAINLAND TWO THOUSAND YEARS PRIOR TO KRYPTON'S DESTRUCTION. GOING BY THE ETHNIC CULTURES I HAVE LEARNED ABOUT DURING MY TIME ON EARTH, THE INHABITANTS OF TWENX WOULD BE NEARLY INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM EARTHLINGS ORIGINATING FROM EAST ASIA AND, IN SOME CASES, EARTHLINGS OF HISPANIC ORIGIN."
"So does that make us minorities, then?"
"It does. Are you not one on Earth, Kal-El?" Jor-El asked.
"No. Not where I live, anyway. I would be if I moved to somewhere out west, though with how people's bodies have changed over the years, race isn't really seen as being as big a deal as it used to be."
"That's rather fortunate."
Jor-El broke into a smile, but it looked like one brought about by obligation rather than one made from feeling the appropriate emotion.
"In the history of Krypton, the House of El had been involved in turning points of the planet hundreds of times, yet it was hardly ever acknowledged because of our race. Everything we did was either downplayed or attributed to some other House, all because people were afraid of being shown up by someone not from the mainland.
"I never let that slow me down, though. If anything, it became a source of motivation for me. It pushed me to work harder than my classmates. It pushed me to amaze all of my professors with my ingenuity. It pushed me to earn the honor of youngest member of the Science Guild, regardless of race."
"That's amazing!" Midoriya said, his words punctuated with a bit of laughter.
"I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE HUMOR OF JOR-EL'S WORDS," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"No, it's not funny like that. My dad, um, my Earth dad, he's a scientist, too, so it's just kind of neat that both of my dads did the same kind of stuff."
"Fascinating. What kind of work does your host father do?" Jor-El asked.
"He's a nuclear physicist."
"Nuclear physicist! I remember when I was learning about nuclear physics. I couldn't have been any older than nine, ten years old!"
"Y-You don't say." It appeared that Midoriya's dads actually didn't do the same kind of stuff.
"Don't feel embarrassed for the man. It's not his fault that Krypton was more advanced than Earth, for all the good it did us. No point in bragging about my own accomplishments, either. Couldn't make a difference where it mattered, after all."
"Are you talking about-"
Before Midoriya could finish his sentence, the ground started shaking. It was different from when K.E.L.E.X. would change the environment, as the scenery was still that of Kryptonopolis. Yet the shaking still persisted. People fell to the ground around him. Buildings vibrated until their windows shattered and sent glass everywhere, until chunks of their structure broke off and fell to the ground below. Tables and trees broke apart as cracks formed in the ground in an attempt to swallow them whole, an attempt that was also repeated on the people, at random.
"Wh-What was that?"
"A RECORDING OF PAST EVENTS," K.E.L.E.X. said.
Midoriya looked over to Jor-El. The light was reflecting off of his glasses in a way that hid his eyes, but his face said enough. The way his wrinkles scrunched up, the way he tilted his head down, the way he had his fists clenched, it all made it perfectly clear: this was part of Krypton's destruction.
"Take us home, K.E.L.E.X.," Jor-El said.
"AFFIRMATIVE. INITIATING SHIFT TO HOUSE OF EL RESIDENCY," K.E.L.E.X. said.
The world shifted for a third time. Midoriya didn't know how he felt about getting used to that, but he was left with no time to contemplate as the environment fully settled. The two of them were now inside a building of some kind, standing in a room that was as big as Midoriya's entire apartment, with windows large enough to capture the entirety of Kryptonopolis. In the center of the room was a massive green couch, far bigger than any couch Midoriya had ever seen. Sitting on one cushion was what looked like a white Shiba Inu lying flat on its stomach as it chewed on a red-colored bone.
Sitting next to the dog was a woman who looked impatient. Her cheeks had freckles on them, just like his own. A spit curl shot out of her black hair, just like his own. She wore the same kind of Kryptonian garments as the other people he had seen, and like Jor-El, bore what he now knew as the symbol for the House of El, only hers was on her stomach. A stomach that was clearly far along with a pregnancy.
"That's her, isn't it?" Midoriya asked, asking an obvious question.
"It is," Jor-El said. "Lara Lor-Van. My wife, and, more importantly, your mother."
"Mother". The word hung heavily on Midoriya's mind, but not in the same way as it did when he first met Jor-El. Maybe it was because his adoptive father was always working, but he never gave a lot of thought to what his birth mother was like. Going by today, maybe a part of him always knew that it would be Jor-El who would give him his answers, so he subconsciously pushed thoughts about his birth mother to the deeper corners of his mind. Regardless, taking one look at the woman made him instantly regret not thinking about her more.
"She's my mother," Midoriya said.
"I BELIEVE THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN ESTABLISHED," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"I know, it's just-what was she like? Was she a scientist like you?"
"Hardly. The poor girl couldn't tell her Czarnian cyber processors from her Daxamite photon destabilizers," Jor-El said, laughing to himself at what Midoriya assumed to be a joke. "No, your mother was actually head priestess of the Temple of Rao. Like myself with the Science Guild, she had to work through a heavy deal of discrimination and prejudice brought about as a result of her Twenx heritage, but she pushed through it all and worked twice as hard to succeed three times as well as her peers. I think it was that determination of your mother that first attracted me to her."
A smile appeared on Jor-El's face, one Midoriya hadn't seen on him before. It was loving, it was wistful, and most unfortunately, it was regretful. Midoriya wanted to probe further, but then he heard a door open and slam shut.
"Unbelievable!" It was Jor-El's voice saying it, but Midoriya didn't see his mouth move. Instead, it came from a second Jor-El who had appeared on the scene, one who walked right through Midoriya as if he wasn't there.
"Let's let the story play out on its own, for a while."
"Unbelievable!" Jor-El shouted as he entered his home. He did his best to keep his expression calm, half because of his character, half because of who else lived there, but he couldn't stop his anger and frustration from completely leaking out.
"What's unbelievable, this time?" Ever so slightly, it faded away when he heard her voice, when he saw her face, when he saw what they were going to create.
"You know exactly what it is, Lara," Jor-El said as Lara Lor-Van stood up from the couch to greet him. "Did you not feel that tremoring? That was the third Kryptonquake this week, and yet everyone still has their heads up their asses!"
"You can't be serious! Didn't you refine the hypotheses with data collected this very morning? Didn't you showcase real-time photography of Krypton's core?"
"None of it mattered. They brushed it off, just like they always do. Selfish ingrates, the whole lot of them. Don't care about a damn thing that doesn't line their own pockets. That's why this is happening, in the first place!"
Jor-El found himself screaming. No words, just noise born from frustration. Noise silenced by the soft hand of Lara on his shoulder and the soft fur of the dog rubbing against his leg.
"Good boy, Krypto," Jor-El said, petting the dog before it ran off somewhere with a bark. "K.E.L.E.X., drink, please."
"RIGHT AWAY, SIR," K.E.L.E.X. said. A square hole opened up in the floor next to Jor-El, and out through it came a glass of wine sitting on a floating plate. He took the glass off the plate and drank the contents in just a few seconds.
"I work harder than anyone to get to where I am, yet they never listen to me, when it counts. I bet they'd take me more seriously if I was a mainlander."
"Honey, I've gone through the same trials and tribulations as you, so believe me when I tell you that that's bullshit," Lara said. "After what happened with Kandor, you can't possibly think that the council would want to give attention to anything other than damage control."
"At the rate things are going, there won't be anyone alive who can control things. But you're right, no one can be blamed for that. I understand that, but I was finally gaining some momentum, only for it all to go to waste. I just-I just don't know what I can do."
"What you've been trying not to do all this time: stay strong," Lara said. "Our society values wisdom over everything, but Raoism teaches us that what has the most value is an appreciation for ourselves. So long as you don't lose sight of what makes you proud to be alive, anything is possible. I'm proud that I was blessed with parents who never stopped loving me. I'm proud that I'm blessed with a husband who tries so hard for people, even when they don't care. I'm proud that I will be able to bless this universe with the life we created, together. That's three things I'm proud of, three reasons for why I keep moving. You're smarter than me, smarter than everyone, so there's no excuse for you not having more than that."
Lara kissed him. Jor-El kissed her back. For all the higher level intelligence he was gifted, Jor-El could never surpass his wife when it came to knowledge of the heart.
"I can take pride in a lot of things," Jor-El said. "There's one thing that I should especially take pride in: I can take pride in having a last resort. K.E.L.E.X., pull up the hidden files."
"RIGHT AWAY, SIR," K.E.L.E.X. said. In an instant, holographic screens appeared in the air around Jor-El and Lara. In any Kryptonian home, this wouldn't be anything special, it would just mean that someone was watching television or conversing with someone on some other part of the planet. Jor-El was doing neither of those things. Instead of people, the holographic screens displayed a series of pencil-sketched images and lengthy formulas.
"Jor-El, these schematics, these formulas, they're-are they for a spacecraft?!" Lara asked.
"That they are. We've had our difficulties, but Z's good for something when I need him to be," Jor-El said. Lara put a hand to her mouth.
"Space travel has been forbidden for two centuries. If the council finds out about this-"
"If we just do nothing, we'll all be dead, anyway. With this, though? With this, at least we have something. That's what Rao cares the most about, isn't it?" Lara nodded her head.
"What do you need me to do?"
"You have enough on your plate, already. Just leave this to me. I'll make sure that hope will survive."
The scene that Midoriya was watching with sad eyes suddenly began speeding up. Lara and the second Jor-El kissed again, then the second Jor-El started working on the spaceship, all of it happening at an incredible speed.
"This part is rather boring, so I thought it'd make more sense to montage it," Jor-El. "Oh, you probably don't know. See, a montage is when you take a series of scenes and condense them into a multitude of small, quick shots. This allows for someone to get from point A to point B without making the audience bored with unnecessary details and you have montages on Earth, too, don't you?"
"Yeah," Midoriya said.
"Well this day has certainly been eye-opening for the both of us." That really should have only been the case for Midoriya.
"So. Krypton's destruction. It sounded like that was something the people brought upon themselves."
"That's correct. As Krypton evolved, we needed to find new ways to maintain our ever growing technology. Older sources of energy were inefficient, but two hundred years ago, we found one that would work: the energy of our planet's very core. This worked stupendously, until, of course, it didn't. The constant harvesting of Krypton's core over the course of two centuries left the planet unstable. The Kryptonquake you saw was a constant side effect of that. I was the only one to discover this, but no one would believe me when I tried to tell them. No one would believe me when I said that we needed to evacuate. The people of Krypton refused to own up to their mistakes, and as a result, well, you know the results."
"Krypton blew up, and everyone died. Everyone except the baby sent hurtling through space to some random planet."
"THAT STATEMENT, EXCLUDING THE LAST PART, IS ENTIRELY CORRECT," K.E.L.E.X. said. "YOUR ARRIVAL ON EARTH WAS NOT RANDOM; IT WAS HIGHLY CALCULATED DOWN TO THE LAST DECIMAL," Jor-El said.
"What?"
"K.E.L.E.X. is right, Kal-El," Jor-El said. "You didn't end up on Earth by chance. I sent you there because I knew of what it could do for you."
"What do you mean?"
"K.E.L.E.X., display solar radiation experiment #52."
K.E.L.E.X. voiced its approval, and the environment began to shift, though less so than the previous instances. At the end of it, the montage of construction was still there, but on the other side of it was what appeared to be a laboratory, albeit one far more high tech than any that Midoriya had ever seen. Naturally, there was a third Jor-El inside dressed in a lab coat, although it was green instead of the standard white. The third Jor-El was holding a knife in his hand as he walked over to a table that two trays sat on, one tray also being beneath a lamp.
"Are those eels in those trays?" Midoriya asked.
"Fresh from the Scarlet Jungle. Quite delicious when prepared properly, but they weren't my lunch. Watch what I do with the first one."
Midoriya did. What he saw was his father cut open the eel and drain all the life from it. He didn't understand what he was looking at.
"I don't understand what I'm looking at. All you did was cut open an eel."
"Yes. You wouldn't think that anything else would happen, would you? Keep watching, Kal-El."
Midoriya kept watching. Just as he thought, the third projection of his father walked over to the tray containing the second eel and brought his knife down upon it. Not at all like he thought, the knife, instead of cutting into the eel, broke apart upon contact.
"Wh-What in the world?! Th-The knife?! Why did that happen to the knife?!"
"Exactly what should have happened. Exactly what would have happened if you were stabbed with a knife, correct?"
Midoriya nodded with slight hesitation.
"Through years of research, I discovered that Kryptonian cells, both organic and inorganic, absorb solar radiation in a way that's far different from other lifeforms. All matter absorbs solar radiation, but Kryptonian matter does so in a way that grants the main body incredible power, depending on the type of radiation it's subjected to. The red sunlight projected by Rao does nothing, but the sunlight of a younger star, a yellow star? I discovered that this makes Kryptonians not only incredibly strong, but can also grant them abilities that should be far beyond the scope of our biology!"
"Abilities like heat vision, super powerful breath, and-and flight?"
"Exactly! Those are all ones within the field of possibility. When I began construction on the spacecraft, I knew that I needed to find a planet with a yellow sun that contained the same atmospheric conditions as Krypton and could be reached with the limited amount of fuel available."
"And Earth was the only planet that filled the bill."
"Not exactly. There were actually several planets that would have worked, some that were even closer to Krypton than Earth. However, when I was observing Earth, I discovered that the vast majority of the population had enhanced abilities of their own. Most were different from the ones you would obtain, but I knew that you wouldn't turn any heads if you were sent there. Not only that, but the people of Earth seemed to dedicate their lives to protecting each other, like some sort of hyper competent police force."
"Yeah. We call those people 'Heroes'. With all the powers I got, I guess you knew that I'd be able to be like them."
Jor-El shook his head at Midoriya.
"Never crossed my mind. Not even once. If you wanted to be like those people, fine, but the reason I cared about that was because I knew you'd be safe there."
"R-Really?"
"JOR-EL IS SPEAKING WITH ONE HUNDRED PERCENT HONESTY," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Look at this, Kal-El," Jor-El said, pointing to the symbol of the House of El on his chest. "The mark of a House is more than just a fancy symbol; every single one of them means something important. For the House of El, our symbol means 'hope'. That's what your mother and I wanted you to take with you to Earth: hope that you would live a long and happy life, hope that you would never have to be punished for your predecessor's mistakes, hope that you-that you could just be safe."
To Midoriya, it looked like Jor-El was about to cry. He tried to put a hand on his shoulder, but it went right through him. He was just a bunch of pixels, Midoriya needed to remind himself.
"K.E.L.E.X., where are we in the montage?"
"APPROXIMATELY THIRTEEN MINUTES AND FORTY-EIGHT SECONDS BEFORE KRYPTON'S DESTRUCTION, SIR," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"That works. Let's return to that, Kal-El."
"Okay," Midoriya said. Midoriya turned his head away from the fading laboratory to look at the larger scene of Jor-El and Lara.
He then quickly turned away once he realized that he was witnessing his own birth. He really didn't need to see that.
Krypton was minutes away from destruction. The sky, now dyed blood red, was littered with storm clouds bringing lightning down upon everything below them. Kryptonquakes of incredible magnitude tore Kryptonopolis apart at the seams, destroying every building and landmark that had stood proud for centuries. The death toll couldn't be measured unless you tried to count all the screams that were puncturing the air.
In the case of Jor-El, he could only hear one scream at the moment: the screaming of his newborn child.
"I don't know if it's because of bias or because I still have some morphine left in me, but I'm pretty sure our little Kal-El is the most beautiful baby in the universe," Lara said.
"I'll have to agree with you on that one," Jor-El said, looking down at Kal-El with a smile. "The world's going to hell all around us, yet we're still able to see something as beautiful as this."
"WARNING: TEN MINUTES UNTIL PLANETARY DESTRUCTION," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Yes, thank you for that, K.E.L.E.X." The couple's faces lost the happiness they were forcing out.
"I guess it's time, then," Lara said. She kissed Kal-El square on his forehead, right below his little spit curl, and he immediately stopped crying.
"Lara, I-I'm so-you don't know how hard I tried," Jor-El said. "I wanted so badly to make the rocket at least able to accommodate the both of you, but there just wasn't enough time. If I had started building the rocket a week earlier, I might have been able to make it large enough for the two of you and still able to function-ah, but no! By Rao, there wouldn't be enough fuel reserves to carry you both to safety. Even if I did start earlier, the available material wouldn't work for a rocket meant to carry two people. It might have been possible if I looked for better resources, but even finding what I was able to find was an ordeal, in and of itself, and if I spent too much time looking for higher quality material when I needed to just construct the damn thing-"
"WARNING: EIGHT MINUTES UNTIL PLANETARY DESTRUCTION," K.E.L.E.X. cut in.
"Shit!"
"Jor-El, it's fine, really," Lara said. "I-We knew the risks that were involved, but we kept moving forward, regardless. We kept moving forward because we knew that this was about something bigger than the two of us, even if not in a literal sense. We're both going to be gone, but in a way, we'll still always be with him, you know?"
"I know."
Jor-El kissed her for what would surely be the last time. When the kiss broke, he took Kal-El from her arms, holding him for the first, last, and, as evidenced by him placing the baby into the rocket, the only time.
"WARNING: SIX MINUTES UNTIL PLANETARY DESTRUCTION," K.E.L.E.X. said. "KAL-EL IS NOW WITHIN THE POD. DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO CONTINUE PROVIDING UPDATES ON KRYPTON'S DESTRUCTION?"
"That won't be necessary, K.E.L.E.X. Do you have everything ready?"
"AFFIRMATIVE. ALL OF YOUR REQUESTED FILES HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFULLY LOADED INTO MY SYSTEM SO KAL-EL MAY BE TAUGHT EVERYTHING YOU BELIEVE WOULD BE NECESSARY FOR HIM TO KNOW."
"Good. Now then, download your programming into the spacecraft."
"AFFIRMATIVE." A soft humming appeared and lasted for ten seconds, a ding announcing its end. "PROGRAMMING DOWNLOADED. TEN SECONDS UNTIL ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IS LOCKED INTO SPACECRAFT. JOR-EL, LARA LOR-VAN, IT HAS BEEN AN HONOR SERVING THE HOUSE OF EL-"
Abruptly, K.E.L.E.X. stopped talking. In tandem, the lid to Kal-El's spacecraft started to slowly close.
"There's so much we wanted to do with you, Kal-El," Jor-El said. "We wanted to take you camping in the Scarlet Jungle. We wanted to take you to Twenx so you could see where your ancestors hailed from. We wanted to be there when you decided on a Guild to commit yourself to, making us proud with whatever you decided upon. But most of all, we-we just wanted a chance to be your parents."
"We didn't get the chance to raise you, but someone out there will," Lara said. "Make sure you're a good boy who treats them and everyone around you with respect. Jor-El says that the people of Earth have special abilities, too, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with your own. You don't have to use your powers to be special, but you can't use them to spread chaos. Try and make lots of friends, get a girlfriend or two or however many they let you have at a time, have a good diet so you grow up big and strong, and remember-"
"And remember-"
""-we will always love you.""
The spaceship closed shut, cutting Kal-El off from Jor-El and Lara. A second later, the rocket shot off of its platform and into the sky. Up, up, and away it flew until it was completely out of sight and on its way. Jor-El and Lara kept watching, hopeful for the future of their son, even if he might never know how much they loved him.
Midoriya watched everything in silence. He knew from long ago that, in all likelihood, it went down something like this. He knew this, yet he still found himself stunned into silence, not even saying anything when Jor-El had K.E.L.E.X. return them to an orbital view.
"What's your mother like?" Jor-El asked.
"My mom?" Midoriya asked.
"I just realized that we only ever talked about your adoptive father. Tell me a little bit about the woman who raised you."
"Oh, um, well, she's a really nice woman? Yeah, really nice. My mom used to work as a designer before she married my dad, but she still does some freelance work from time to time. She's not a scientist like you or my other dad, but she's still really smart, always knowing the right thing to say when the rest of us get tongue-tied. She's not religious like Lara-like my mother was, but no one's moral compass is better than hers. She always knows the right thing to do, and Dad and I are always happy when she can act when we don't know how to. If I'm being honest, I couldn't ask for a better person to be my mom, but… but I still would have loved to know the one who gave birth to me."
"I would have loved that, too."
As Jor-El smiled at him, Krypton blew up in a fiery explosion. Green lights flew off across the cosmos, waves of fire were sent off in all directions, and in the midst of it all, a single spaceship flew off with precious cargo.
"There you have it. That's the story of how you came to Earth." Jor-El pointed at Krypton's remains. "Doomed planet." Jor-El pointed at himself. "Desperate scientist." Jor-El pointed at Midoriya. "Last hope." Jor-El pointed at a new image: a projection of Inko and Hisashi Midoriya from the night that they found Midoriya as an infant. "Kindly couple."
"DO YOU HAVE ANY FURTHER INQUIRIES, KAL-EL?" K.E.L.E.X. asked.
"N-No, not right now, anyway," Midoriya said, shaking his head.
"VERY WELL. IN THAT CASE, THE SIMULATION SHALL CEASE OPERATION, MOMENTARILY."
"A-Am I going to see you again?"
"This programming will remain within K.E.L.E.X., always available for access and guidance, if you desire it."
"Oh, that's great! I mean, it'd be nice if you weren't just a hologram, but still," Midoriya said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. Jor-El stared at him for a bit, Midoriya unable to read his expression.
"K.E.L.E.X."
"YES, JOR-EL?"
"Temporarily redirect power for hard light processing."
"AFFIRMATIVE."
Midoriya let out an inquisitive gasp, but Jor-El didn't respond to it. All there was was more humming and beeping from K.E.L.E.X., the telltale sign of it doing something. What that something was, Midoriya had no idea. He had no idea until his father, who was supposed to be just a hologram, managed to bring him in for a hug.
"Until we meet again, Kal-El."
Before Midoriya could say anything, the world went white all around him.
"-my boy!" When Midoriya's senses returned to him, the first thing he heard was All Might shouting at him. The first thing he felt was the metal claw from the ship separating itself from his forehead. The first thing he saw was that he was still on Mount Fuji. Just like Jor-El had said, hardly any time had passed in the real world, even though it had felt like he was in the virtual world for hours.
"THERE IS NO NEED FOR ALARM," K.E.L.E.X. said. "KAL-EL WAS NEVER IN ANY DANGER. I WAS SIMPLY TRANSMITTING VITAL INFORMATION ABOUT HIS HERITAGE DIRECTLY INTO HIS CONSCIOUSNESS."
"We're just supposed to believe you?" Firestorm asked, hands still covered in flames.
"N-No! I-It's true," Midoriya said. "H-He didn't do anything bad to me. I'm perfectly fine, honest."
"If that's true, then why are you crying?"
"What?" Midoriya felt his face. It was completely wet. "Oh, I am. I didn't-didn't even realize. That's-I don't even-"
All of Midoriya's words failed him. The only thing that could come out of his mouth anymore were wails that encompassed everything that he had just learned.
Midoriya calmed down within five minutes and spent another five telling All Might and Firestorm everything that he had learned over the course of a few seconds. All Might, having gone back into his skinny form, was in tears just the same as Midoriya was. Firestorm, on the other hand, maintained a neutral expression.
"Come on, All Might, stop crying!" Firestorm said. "It's fine if the kid wants to cry, but you're just a third-party observer; you don't need to react that badly!"
"How can a man who burns so hot have a heart so cold?!" All Might shouted through his sobs.
"It's a lot easier than you might think."
"Um, I honestly would like it if you stopped crying, All Might," Midoriya said.
"I'll see what I can do." In spite of this comment, All Might was able to stop crying rather easily.
"IF THE THREE OF YOU ARE FINISHED WITH YOUR EMOTIONAL DIALOGUES, I WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT I AM FINISHED WITH MY TASK, AS WELL," K.E.L.E.X. said as he floated above the three of them.
"Wait, what? What were you doing?" Midoriya asked.
"WHILE YOU WERE TALKING, I WAS ERASING THE KRYPTONESE WRITINGS THAT I HAD CARVED INTO THE INTERIOR OF THIS MOUNTAIN OVER THE LAST FOURTEEN YEARS. MY INITIAL PLAN WAS TO USE THE AREA AS A PLACE TO TEACH YOU EVERYTHING THAT JOR-EL HAD LEFT FOR YOU, BUT RECENT EVENTS HAVE BROUGHT ME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THIS IS NOT THE MOST IDEAL LOCATION FOR THAT."
"Yeah, that's probably true. What do you want to do, then? I don't live on a farm or anything, so I can't take you home with me and hide you there."
"UNDERSTOOD. IN THAT CASE, I MUST RETREAT TO A LOCATION ON THIS PLANET WHERE EARTHLING POPULATION IS MINIMAL AND THERE IS LITTLE TO NO CHANCE OF BEING DETECTED BY THE INHABITANTS OF THIS PLANET." K.E.L.E.X. started humming for a few seconds. "DESTINATION LOCATED. I SHALL RELOCATE MYSELF TO THIS PLANET'S ARCTIC CONTINENT."
"Th-The North Pole?! I can't just go to the North Pole if I want to talk to you!"
"UNDERSTOOD, WHICH IS WHY I HAVE ALREADY TAKEN APPROPRIATE MEASURES."
Before Midoriya could say anything, he heard a beeping sound come from his phone, of all places. He couldn't imagine anyone other than his parents texting him. He was in the middle of life-changing stuff, but on the other hand, a text from his mom or dad was probably important, so he gave a quick apology as he pulled out his phone. Surprisingly, there wasn't a notification of a new text, but a notification of a new app being downloaded onto his phone. Curious, he scrolled through his phone to find a green square labeled with a capital "K" and a lowercase "R". The symbol for "Krypton".
"What's this?"
"I HAVE LINKED MY PROGRAMMING TO YOUR TELECOMMUNICATIONS DEVICE IN THE FORM OF AN APPLICATION; BECAUSE OF THE PRIMITIVE NATURE OF THE TECHNOLOGY, THERE WAS NO DIFFICULTY INVOLVED IN THE PROCESS," K.E.L.E.X. said
"'Primitive'?" Firestorm asked. The question went ignored.
"So I can just activate this app to talk to you, even if you're all the way up in the North Pole?" Midoriya asked.
"AFFIRMATIVE," K.E.L.E.X. said. "I LOOK FORWARD TO TEACHING YOU ALL THAT JOR-EL HAS LEFT YOU, KAL-EL."
The ship turned towards the sky as flames shot out of its exhaust port. Far, far faster than a speeding bullet, the ship shot into the air. It soared high above the three of them, high above the mountain's peak, and just before it went out of sight, a green vortex appeared in front of it. The ship flew into the vortex, the vortex closed with a pop, and all traces of the ship had vanished.
"Looks like some kind of advanced warp drive. That explains how it was able to get past the Green Palace, at least," Firestorm said.
"Looks like we won't have to worry about anyone else discovering it," All Might said.
"Hopefully," Midoriya said. He looked up to the sky with a wistful expression. He stretched out his arm until his hand was at the spot where the ship had vanished.
"Must be a lot to take in. All the stuff that computer told you, I mean," Firestorm said. "I'm sorry about your parents. Probably would have been nice if you could've met them on some space colony and gone on space adventures with them."
"I guess, but… I don't think I would have done that, even if they were still around. As fun as that would be, there's no way that I could just abandon my parents."
"Really? Even if they were your real ones?"
"I-I mean, my mom and dad didn't make me, but they're the ones who raised me. They're the ones who taught me right from wrong. They're the ones who always tried to make me feel okay with being, well, me. Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van gave me life, but as far as I'm concerned, Inko and Hisashi Midoriya are my real parents."
Firestorm stared at Midoriya for a few seconds before grabbing his head and ruffling up his hair. It was unbelievably warm, half because of Firestorm's natural abilities, half because of pure and simple affection.
"You're a good kid, Midoriya, don't ever forget that. I gotta head back to the States, so see you when I see you."
"O-Okay! Goodbye, Firestorm!"
"Until we meet again, friend!" All Might said with a smile. Firestorm smiled back at the two of them, shot streams of fire out of his hands, and took off into the dusk sky.
"It's getting pretty late. We should probably head back home soon," All Might said. "Unless you need another minute or two."
"No, I'm fine."
"Let's go back to the car, then. Traffic will probably be heavy at night, and, well, my car will probably need a few minutes to start up."
"Yeah, okay."
With nothing left for them there, they made their way back down the mountain. All Might reactivated his Quirk and ran down at incredible speed, and Midoriya followed along by floating above the ground.
"All in all, this was a pretty good day, right?" All Might asked.
"We got into a fight with a super dangerous Villain," Midoriya said.
"Yeah, but besides that!"
"No, I was just listing things! As crazy and as scary as that was, fighting one of the oldest bad guys in history was pretty exciting!"
"Glad you think so!"
"Then there was the stuff we actually came here for! All the stuff with K.E.L.E.X. and my dad and my planet! I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of it, but still! I finally know who I am! Why I'm here! What I'm supposed to do!"
"And what's that?!"
"Whatever I want to do! Whatever I think will make me happy!" Midoriya turned his head up towards the sky. The sun had gone down enough for the Green Palace to become visible. Midoriya's eyes were locked right on it. "And that means being a Hero, no matter what!"
Far away from Midoriya and All Might, Firestorm flew through the night sky with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, this went a lot better than I thought it would," Firestorm said to no one. "Yeah, I know I need a better handle on transmutation. Why do you think I never use that power? Can't blame me for getting like that, can you?"
"This really did go off in a completely crazy direction, didn't it? I mean, fighting a Villain was definitely on the table, even if we didn't think it'd be the Ultra-Humanite, of all people, but then there was, well, you know."
"Well, I knew this was gonna happen one of these days, just didn't think it'd be today. What matters is what happens after this. I mean, sure, I don't know what that is, but I gotta make sure it's nothing bad."
"Oh, here's your stop."
Firestorm began his descent towards the ground of central Asakusa. The district was fully embracing the start of Golden Week, coming to life with a swarm of tourists engaging in food and sights. Even with that, Firestorm was able to land on the ground without drawing a large amount of attention to himself, an unintentional perk to not being very active in Japan. However, low activity wouldn't prevent his identity from being exposed, so he ducked into a nearby alley as quickly as his feet would allow him. In there, no one was witness to the intense glow that shot out from his body. No one was witness to Firestorm turning from one person into two.
"Now that was exhausting," one of the people said, the person being a bespectacled old man with green skin and a pair of bolts sticking out of his neck.
"How are you tired when I was the one doing all the work?" The other person asked.
"Clearly you don't have enough experience trying to talk with you." The two laughed at each other for a bit. "In all seriousness, though, it is getting rather late. We should turn in for the night and get back to work in the morning."
"Sounds like a plan. Talk to you then, Professor Stein."
The two men shook hands and went off in separate directions, Stein towards his hotel, the other man towards the train station. The train arrived with little delay, and for forty minutes, the man was allowed the peace and quiet he needed to think about the day.
Why am I feeling so stressed out about this? The man asked himself. I'm not the one who had a bomb dropped on his head, and the guy who did is taking it well enough. I guess that just means I've been doing a good job for the last fourteen years. Here's hoping I can keep at it for however many years there still are.
Once the train stopped, the man got off and took care to not draw attention to himself. As he walked away from the station, he made two quick but important stops: he stopped at a flower shop where the cashier flashed him a familial smile, then he stopped at donburi restaurant where one of the chefs chatted with him as his takeout was being prepared. It was nice being back home, but these weren't the familiar faces he was excited to see. The ones he was excited to see were behind the door he now stood in front of.
"Showtime," he said. He unlocked the door, stepped inside the apartment, and headed over to the living room just like he had done countless times in the past. Just like in all of those countless times, the two most important people in his life were there waiting for him. "I'm home!"
"Dad!" Izuku said as flew off the couch and brought him into a hug.
"Welcome home, dear," Inko said as got up and added her own hug into the mix.
"Oh, the rare double hug? I should come home with takeout more often," he said with a laugh. "Izuku, go set this down. I have a feeling you're going to like what's inside."
Izuku let out an "okay" and took the bag of katsudon takeout from him, still floating above the floor as he did.
"Those flowers wouldn't be for me, would they?" Inko asked.
"What, these? No, they're for Izuku, too. Mind handing them to him?"
Inko laughed as she was handed the bouquet, all the way up until she got on her tiptoes to kiss him.
"It's good to have you home, Hisashi."
"Always good to be home and see my two favorite people," Hisashi Midoriya said. "Speaking of which, I couldn't help but notice that you're literally walking on air, Izuku."
"Huh?" Izuku asked. As if his concentration was shattered, he stopped floating and fell down onto the floor. "Oh, yeah, I guess I am, um, was. That's why I'm really glad you're home, Dad, because I have a lot that I need to tell you and Mom."
"Lay it on me," Hisashi said, even though he already knew everything Izuku was going to tell him. It didn't matter. He'd listen to it a thousand times because it was the most important story ever written: it was the story of how he got his son.
Chapter 8: Super Magical Fun Time Interlude Go! Go! Go!
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Tsukauchi felt a little morbid about smiling at the scene before him. There shouldn't be anything amusing about discovering that a hundred-year old Villain had carved out the inside of a national landmark for their secret lair, but at the very least, it got him out of the house. Golden Week was usually slow for people in every form of either side of the law, so there was usually nothing for him to do, especially now that Makoto had moved out. Police work was the only thing he had going for him, so he always welcomed it, no matter the circumstance.
"The hell you smiling for, Tsukauchi?" Even if he had to share it with company that wasn't very welcoming.
"No real reason, Dan. Just kind of feel like it, I guess," Tsukauchi said.
"Smiling doesn't move things along, you know; don't waste time on that when you could be doing your job."
"Whatever you say, Dan-"
"And stop calling me 'Dan'! It's 'Dan'ichiro'! We ain't friendly enough for you to go throwing nicknames around, got it?"
"Got it. Sorry," Tsukauchi said, wondering if there was even anyone that Shitsugen allowed to be friendly with him. As he thought about it, he saw Shitsugen light a cigarette between his pink lips.
"Um, Dan'ichiro, I know I've mentioned that I have a problem with smoking-"
"It's a big forest."
It was, indeed, a big forest, and with the mood as it was, Tsukauchi decided to take full advantage of it. There wasn't that much to look at, though. Just police officers and a few local Heroes surveying the area. There was only so much he could do without actually going inside the mountain.
"Too bad we can't actually go inside the mountain, though," a familiar voice said.
"Oh, Nokogiri, I didn't see you there," Tsukauchi said to the person who had been standing next to him for who knows how long. "Yes, it is a shame that they're not letting us go inside the mountain. We're supposed to be searching the surrounding area for anything that the Ultra-Humanite might have left behind, but it doesn't look like we're going to find anything."
"Not like we can really help it, though," Tamako said. "The whole area was already covered the day All Might and Firestorm took the Ultra-Humanite down, so there's not much left to look at two days later. Not much for us, anyway. I'm pretty sure they're still letting some Heroes go inside to investigate."
"Of course they fuckin' are." Much to Tsukauchi's surprise, it was Shitsugen who said that. Not at all to his surprise, he was still smoking his cigarette, though he did get rid of it after Tamako glared at him for a few seconds. At least he thought she was glaring; it was always hard to tell with her.
"Leave it to you to always show up when someone's talking about Heroes. Is that your Quirk, or something?"
"Don't get smart with me, Nokogiri. I ain't in the mood for it."
"When have you ever been in the mood for it?" Tsukauchi asked. Shitsugen scowled at him. "Sorry, sorry."
"Better be. Already got all these Heroes making a joke out of us, don't need my own coworkers doing the same thing for a fraction of the price."
"I wouldn't say that Heroes are making a joke out of us."
"I might think it, but I wouldn't say it," Tamako said.
"That's the problem with your generation: no one wants to do anything on their own," Shitsugen said. "You kids don't care about getting the short end of the stick 'cause you're always thinkin' 'Oh, some guy in spandex is gonna clean everything up, so who gives a shit?' Don't try to tell me I'm wrong."
""You're wrong,"" they both said.
"What'd I just say?!"
"Well, what do you want to do about it?" Tamako asked. "I'm not a huge fan, either, but it's not like they aren't better at saving people than us."
"We are pretty awesome, aren't we?" A fourth person asked.
"There might be some people who look down on us, but it would be better to just try and ignore it, I think," Tsukauchi said.
"Making a stink really wouldn't get you anywhere," the fourth person said.
"'Just ignore it', he says, like it's the easiest thing in th' world. I remember when I was that naive," Shitsugen said while rolling his eyes.
"It's a wonder you can remember anything at all," the fourth person said.
"Hey, there's no need to be-excuse me?"
Words failed Tsukauchi as he finally acknowledged that there was a fourth person occupying his small group; Tamako's look of bewilderment and Shitsugen's expression of annoyance told him that they were just as confused as him.
"Where the hell did you come from?!" Shitsugen shouted.
"Here. There. Everywhere. Mostly there, though," he said, pointing in various directions before eventually stopping at Mount Fuji.
"So you're one of the Heroes working on the investigation, then? That explains the outfit, at least," Tamako said.
Looking at the man in front of him, Tsukauchi agreed that it would be hard to see him as anything other than a Hero, or at least someone pretending to be one. The latter was extremely possible, given how silly and garish his outfit was. A bat-shaped visor covered his eyes, said visor also being attached to a black helmet adorned with spikes. His outfit was a red bodysuit with what looked like gold "W"s adorning various parts, a pair of silver gauntlets, and a flowing blue cape covered in white stars. The costume was clearly trying to combine the signature aspects of the first Batman and Wonder Woman, doing so without paying any attention to what made their styles work.
"Hey, I know you. You're one of Ultimon's sidekicks. Wonder Bat, right?" Tsukauchi asked.
"Most Excellent Wonder Bat. You've got to remember the 'Most Excellent' part, otherwise you're not truly selling me," Most Excellent Wonder Bat said with a cocky smirk.
"I really don't give a shit, kid. Now what do you want?" Shitsugen asked.
"Oh, right, I guess I should get to that. Well, I was looking for the detectives in charge of the case, some of the other guys said that it was you three, so I'm just here to tell you that you and everyone else can go home. No one needs to do anymore investigating."
"You guys done, or something?"
"No, I just don't want you on my property, anymore."
"What?"
"I own this place."
"What?"
"When you say that you own this place, what do you mean?" Tamako asked.
"Exactly what I said. I own Mount Fuji, now," Most Excellent Wonder Bat said.
"What?!" Shitsugen shouted. "Are you shitting me?! How the hell are you gonna tell me that you bought Mount Fuji?!"
"It's very simple: my Quirk makes me so rich that I can do anything. If you have a problem with that, well, I don't know what to tell you."
"Why you little-"
"Easy there, Dan," Tamako said as she pulled on Shitsugen's arm and dragged him away. "Tsukauchi, I'm gonna calm this guy down, you try and make sense of whatever this is supposed to be."
"Okay?" Tsukauchi said as the two of them went away from the scene. "So. Most Excellent Wonder Bat. You really bought Mount Fuji?"
"Yep. I won't bore you with all the legal stuff, but if you want it, I'm obligated to talk about it on the next episode of my talk show."
"I guess my next question, which really should have been the first question, is why you would do this. Why would you do this?"
"Why not?" Most Excellent Wonder Bat said with a shrug. "The longer answer is that Big Science Action needs a new base after the old one got destroyed in that battle with Morgaine le Fey."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that one."
"It'll be available on Blu-ray in June. Anyway, we needed a new base, I saw that this place's market value had reached an all time low, so it made sense to take advantage of it."
"Low market value?"
"Come on, everyone knows that no one's really cared about Mount Fuji that much since that alien landed here a decade and a half ago. Then we have the Ultra-Humanite tearing up the insides to do who knows what with it. No one's gonna want to go to a mountain that a Villain turned into their lair, especially when it could explode at the drop of a hat."
"When it could what?"
"Yeah, he rigged the whole place with explosives. Real nasty ones, too. Could blow up the mountain and all of the surrounding area if they went off. I know it's Villain 101 to make your lair capable of self-destructing, but still. Anyway, you won't have to worry about any of that now that the mountain is property of Big Science Action. If you've got any questions, here's my card."
Most Excellent Wonder Bat, despite not having any visible pockets, pulled out a business card and handed it to Tsukauchi. The card read "Most Excellent Wonder Bat: The Richest, Most Fabulous Hero Who Will Ever Save Your Life" and listed a social media handle of "MOSEXBAT".
"You're quite humble, when it comes down to it," Tsukauchi said.
"It's a gift, I know. I'm done here, so just tell all of that to the stone lady and the old guy, assuming the old guy doesn't have an aneurism, of course. See you the next time I save the day!"
Most Excellent Wonder Bat touched a spot on his right gauntlet, and three seconds later, a stylish silver-colored car zipped over to his side. Tsukauchi recognized it as the Wonder Wagon, the signature vehicle of Ultimon's five sidekicks, the Super Young Team. The closest thing any Hero could ever have to their own Batmobile, or so the team liked to say. Regardless, the top opened up, Most Excellent Wonder Bat jumped inside, and the Wonder Wagon sped off towards who knew where.
"And that's basically it," Tsukauchi said to Tamako and Shitsugen as he concluded recounting his encounter.
"Goddammit," Shitsugen cursed. "The world we live in where some punkass kid can just up and buy a national landmark. And for what? Just so he can throw a party every damn day of the week?"
"That's probably not it. He wasn't lying when he said that Big Science Action needed a new headquarters; Ultimon's the Number Seven Hero, so he probably wouldn't let it be used for anything stupid. Then there was the part about the bombs that the Ultra-Humanite left in there, which makes me think that he did it so no one would be around if they ever accidentally went off. The guy might be pretty full of himself, but deep down, he's not a bad person."
"Is that right? Didn't know your Quirk was mind reading," Shitsugen said, lighting another cigarette. As Tsukauchi backed away from him, Shitsugen started walking away in the opposite direction.
"Is he going home?"
"Looks like everyone is," Tamako said. Looking around, Tsukauchi saw that the number of police officers and Heroes on the scene had drastically gone down, and more and more were walking away.
"Guess word got around that the mountain was under new management."
"Dan's got a stick permanently lodged up his butt, but he's not wrong about how crazy this is. I mean, if Heroes can just do stuff like this, how long until they really can do whatever they want?"
"That won't happen. I've met enough Heroes to know that the good ones will always outnumber the bad ones. There shouldn't be anything to worry about," Tsukauchi said. Tamako nodded her head with a smile.
"Well, anyway, I'm gonna head home, too. My wife doesn't know I'm done early, so it'll be fun to surprise her."
"See you tomorrow, then."
Tamako waved at Tsukauchi as she walked back to her car. Tsukauchi, meanwhile, stayed where he stood and looked at the mountain that now belonged to just one person. For better or worse, the world had definitely changed over the years. Hopefully he and All Might would be able to keep up with it.
Hopefully.
Chapter 9: For All Seasons
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Spring. The time of year when the birds are singing. The time of year when the bees are buzzing. The time of year when some other third cliche is taking place. Normally, this is the time of year when people, mostly children, are finally able to leave their homes without worrying about the cold and embrace the outdoors for all that they have to offer. I am not one of those people. The main reason for that is that the outdoors disgust me, what with all of the dirt and defecating animals and dumb people everywhere. Even if I could bring myself to ignore all of that, I still wouldn't ever be outside because of another annoyance.
"-should some up our quarterly investments for the end of last year." An annoyance called board meetings.
"We're still behind Wayne-Powers in sales, but at the very least, the difference is smaller than last year," Suit #2 said, as if that were something to take pride in.
"Yes, and they've barely changed in productivity. I think we can use that to win that military contract with S.H.A.D.E. We can sell the idea that we're still making progress while Wayne-Powers is always staying the same," Suit #3 said, catching the stupidity of Suit #2. Why would anyone care about how well we're doing if it's still not the best there is. I mean, I certainly wouldn't, but I guess no one feels like thinking like me.
"What are your thoughts on this, Miss?" Oh, Suit #1 is talking to me. Gotta be professional.
"I wanna go home and watch anime." Whoops.
"E-Excuse me? What did you say, Miss-"
"I mean, the fansub of Burn the Witch: The Movie is probably out now, and that's all everyone's going to be talking about for the next two weeks. The quality of the story will probably just be that of an average anime movie, but you just know that there'll be a ton of sakuga moments and great insert songs-"
"Will you shut up about your Chinese cartoons, already?! Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because your parents are away!"
"You sure? I mean, it's my company, after all."
"And yet you choose to not treat it with a single ounce of respect."
Ah. So that's it. So that's where we're going with this. Actually forcing me to take my head off the desk and look you in the eyes.
"Are you really going to say that I'm the one not treating this company with respect when you miscalculated our quarterly growth by twelve percent?"
"What? That's-" All the suits started shuffling through their papers. It took twenty-three seconds for their jaws to start dropping when they realized their mistake. Twenty-three seconds longer than it should have taken.
"Are you really going to say that I'm the one not treating this company with respect when you think we'll get that contract when you forgot to account for Quirk fatigue and quantum destabilization?"
"There's no way we could have-" Once again, they all go back through their work in a frenzy. Once again, they all find themselves shocked at the discovery of mistakes that never should have been. For the first time, I find myself being forced to my feet. All the better to berate them.
"Are you really going to say that I'm the one not treating this company with respect when you think it's okay to still be behind Wayne-Powers?!"
"W-Well-" I silence him with a dramatic point. I kill for that stuff.
"There isn't any point in progress if we're still only second best. That's not even progress, it's stagnation! We're stuck in an era where people can group us with the likes of Queen Consolidated, Holt Holdings, and Fries Financial, and you think that isn't a problem simply because we're above those small fries?! Pathetic! You're all pathetic! It's not 20XX, anymore, it's 20XX, for crying out loud! Be better than this and don't bother me when all you have to offer is mediocrity!"
They all sputtered out fearful apologies as I left the room. Good. I deserve that and more after all that they forced me through.
"You got out of their pretty fast. How many were fired, this time?" Ah, there she is. My faithful companion in a world of stupidity. Always by my side, even if she does stand a foot above it.
"No one," I said. "They clearly want to keep their jobs, and I respect that. However, at some point in the day, they'll get it in their heads to apologize right to my face, and anyone who does that is gone; I don't need beggars around here."
"My money's on the bald one cracking first. What about you?"
"I don't really care. Just take me home to my anime."
She gave me a salute as she led me out of the building. What a girl. Truly the best thing I have going for me. At the moment, anyway.
"Just one more year. Just one more year."
Spring. The time of year when the birds are singing. The time of year when the bees are buzzing. The time of year when people decide to put the past behind them and make new starts for themselves. Hopefully, I'm going to get to be one of those people.
After spending my whole life wondering what I am. I finally got the answers I was looking for: I'm the last living member of a planet called Krypton. My father, Jor-El, sent me to Earth moments before Krypton's destruction so I could live when we were all supposed to die. The symbol that was on my spaceship represents everything my parents wanted me to carry for them: hope. Hope that I can live my life to the fullest, even if they're not around to see me do it. More than anything else in the world, I want to honor that wish. They sent Kal-El off to do whatever he wants, and Izuku Midoriya is going to do that by showing everyone, including himself, that he deserves to be a Hero!
In a corner of the Aldera Junior High library, Midoriya read through a newspaper, his enhanced speed allowing him to get through it in a matter of seconds. An equal matter of seconds was also all it took for Midoriya to put it down atop a pile of other newspapers, all originally printed nearly fifteen years prior. He picked up another one, sped through it at the same speed, and put it down just like the last.
"Still nothing," Midoriya said with a sigh. Before he could pick up another newspaper, he heard a beeping sound coming from his phone. He knew what it was before even pulling his phone out of his pocket, so he wasted no time in plugging in his Beats by Canary headphones to engage with his phone.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, KAL-EL?" Or, more specifically, the highly-advanced A.I. that was inhabiting his phone.
"Just doing some research, K.E.L.E.X.," Midoriya said in a whisper, creating as few chances as possible for someone to overhear him.
"THAT MUCH IS EASY TO DISCERN, BUT WHAT IS THE TOPIC OF YOUR RESEARCH? ALL OF THESE PERIODICALS ON YOUR DESK, AND THE ONES ON THIS DEVICE YOU CLAIM TO BE A COMPUTER, ARE QUITE OLD, AND NONE OF THEM APPEAR TO HAVE A COMMON SUBJECT OF DISCUSSION. FURTHERMORE, THE MAJORITY OF YOUR MATERIAL APPEARS TO BE TABLOID PUBLICATIONS DEDICATED TO PRINTING FALSE STORIES DESIGNED TO EXCITE LIFEFORMS OF LOWER INTELLIGENCE. LOWER INTELLIGENCE COMPARED TO WHAT SOMEHOW CONSTITUTES AVERAGE ON THIS PLANET, ANYWAY."
"I know that, but it just seemed like a good place to look for any information on…"
"ON?"
"On alien sightings."
"I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. FROM WHAT I HAVE GATHERED, IT IS COMMON KNOWLEDGE THAT EXTRATERRESTRIALS NO LONGER USE EARTH AS A DWELLING, AND ANY WHO TRY ARE FORCED AWAY BY ONE ALAN SCOTT, OFTEN RESULTING IN DEATH."
"I know that, but I got here, didn't I?"
"AFFIRMATIVE, BUT NOT EVERY SPECIES HAS ACCESS TO KRYPTONIAN-" K.E.L.E.X. went silent. Midoriya tapped his screen to see if his phone was frozen, though he wondered if something like K.E.L.E.X. could even become frozen on his phone.
"Um-"
"ARE YOU UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT THERE MIGHT BE OTHER KRYPTONIANS ON EARTH? K.E.L.E.X. asked, hitting the nail on the head.
"Y-Yes?"
"I WOULD SUGGEST THAT YOU CEASE DOING SO, IMMEDIATELY. I KNOW WITH UTMOST CERTAINTY THAT YOU WERE THE ONLY KRYPTONIAN SENT AWAY FROM KRYPTON BEFORE ITS DESTRUCTION. YOUR TIME WOULD BE MUCH BETTER SPENT ON STUDYING JOR-EL'S FILES OR TRAINING YOUR BODY TO BECOME ONE OF THOSE PEACE OFFICERS YOU REFER TO AS 'HEROES'."
"Well, how do you know for sure that I'm the only one? If my father was able to get parts for a spaceship, then that means other people could have, right?"
"WHILE THAT IS TRUE, I WOULD HAVE DETECTED ANOTHER SHIP BEING DEPLOYED IF THAT HAD INDEED OCCURRED."
"But what if they didn't want to be seen? Couldn't they have blocked themselves from detection, somehow?"
K.E.L.E.X. didn't have an immediate response. Ten seconds of silence passed by before Midoriya heard anything from him.
"IT WOULD NOT BE OUT OF THE REALM OF POSSIBILITY, BUT THERE WOULD ONLY BE A 36.952678306 PERCENT CHANCE OF ANOTHER SHIP BEING ABLE TO CLOAK ITSELF FROM MY DETECTION."
"That's not impossible, then! Like, maybe that "Z" guy who helped Father with my ship had his own ship, and it was a lot better because he kept all the good stuff to himself? Who's "Z", anyway?"
"UNKNOWN. MY DATA HAS NO RECORD OF JOR-EL EVER MEETING OR DISCUSSING ANYONE HE REFERRED TO AS "Z" OUTSIDE OF THE RECORDING YOU WITNESSED LAST WEEK."
"Really?" On the one hand, there was no way for Midoriya to not find that odd. K.E.L.E.X. was supposed to know everything about Jor-El, yet he couldn't identify someone Jor-El had a close enough relationship with to address with a nickname. On the other hand, Jor-El and Lara did say that space travel was forbidden on Krypton, so this could simply be something Jor-El did to protect his friend, for all the good it did.
"I guess it's kind of a moot point, though," Midoriya said. "I've already gone through dozens of papers published around the time I came here, and none of them say anything that could be interpreted as an alien ship landing here. I've even gone through papers written in other languages, but going off of the pictures and the little I could translate with the Internet, still nothing."
"AS I SAID, IT WOULD BE BEST TO GIVE UP ON WHAT IS CERTAINLY A MEANINGLESS ENDEAVOR."
"Maybe. It just would have been nice if someone else had survived-"
"The hell are you doing, Deku?"
Midoriya jumped out of his seat in surprise. School was still in session, but he didn't expect anyone else to be in the library at that time of day. In hindsight, he should have known better than to expect Bakugou to act like everyone else.
"K-Kacchan! W-What are you doing here?"
"I'm the one asking that, Deku!"
"W-Well, I'm just, you know, killing time until lunch is over! Yeah!" Midoriya said.
As he awkwardly laughed to himself, he used his speed to hide the newspapers and exit out of his browser faster than Bakugou could notice. While there wouldn't be anything inherently wrong with Bakugou seeing him looking at things relating to aliens, he'd have to come up with a reason for why he was looking at them, and the few lies he'd already told were stressing him out enough, as it was.
"By doing what? Listening to music while other people are talking to you?"
"Huh?" Midoriya grabbed his head and felt that his headphones were still on. Now he needed another lie, which was truly fantastic. "N-No! I was, um, watching a video and I paused it when I saw you and I just forgot to take off my headphones-"
"Let me see," Bakugou said, grabbing at Midoriya's phone. For the second time in a row, Midoriya was able to use his super speed to hide his activities. He exited out of K.E.L.E.X.'s app, pulled up Youtube, then started the last video he was watching, all in the time it took for Bakugou to grab his phone and unplug his headphones.
"Good afternoon, listeners." There was a bearded man on the screen. He wore a waistcoat with a collar larger than his head and held a cup of tea that was being spilt everywhere. "It is I, Gentle! The Wondrous Romantic, Gentle Criminal! Normally, I would be showing off my latest exposure of society's sins, but today is the one day where I make an exception. Why, you ask? Well, it's because today is none other than the birthday of my wonderful assistant, La Brava!"
"I wish it was your birthday, though!" The camera turned around to show a short, pink-haired girl looking flustered as she stood next to a giant vanilla frosted cake.
"Nonsense, La Brava! You're turning twenty, which means you're officially an adult in society's eyes. As of this moment, the world is completely open to you, so it's your obligation to embrace it!"
"As long as I can embrace you, I'll embrace anything!" La Brava shouted as she grabbed onto his leg.
"That's the spirit!" Gentle said while patting her on the head. "Now then, I asked you, my proud tens of followers, what La Brava and I should do to celebrate this momentous occasion. Allow me to go through all of your excellent suggestions at random."
With a flourish of his hand, Gentle pulled from his pants pocket a knife and from his chest pocket a wax-sealed envelope. In a single slash of the knife, Gentle cut open the envelope, and with the hand that wasn't bleeding, he pulled out the contents.
"Ahem. 'Turn yourselves in.' Obviously not. 'Make a woman out of that oppai loli.'"
"Okay!"
"I'm throwing her a party. What else do you expect me to do?" La Brava's face contorted into an odd mixture of joy and disappointment. "'Finally shave your beard.' I think not, good sir, madam, or however you choose to identify yourself. 'Tasteful nudes for everyone.'"
"Gentle's body doesn't belong to you people!"
"My sentiments, exactly. 'Set La Brava free.' I don't understand this one. 'Let La Brava dump you.' Ah, there it is. 'Let the poor girl go.' 'Please escape, La Brava.' 'You two should get married…'"
"Yes!"
"'...so La Brava can divorce you.'" La Brava slid down Gentle's leg until she was lying on the ground, face first. "I just-I just have the best fans in the world."
It was at that point that Bakugou stopped the video and threw the phone back to Midoriya.
"Your taste is garbage," Bakugou said.
"Please tell me you didn't come here just to insult me," Midoriya said.
"Oh, no, I got a bone to pick with you. Earlier today, I got called over to the faculty office to talk about my U.A. application, and wouldn't you know it, there's apparently someone else thinking of going there."
"O-Oh. So they told you about-"
"Are you shitting me?! All those years saying you didn't want anything to do with Heroes, then that crap from the beginning of the year, and now you're saying you're going to U.A. out of nowhere?! I swear to God, Deku, if this is some kind of prank-"
"I'm serious!" Midoriya shouted, moving to meet Bakugou at eye level. "I-I know that it doesn't make a lot of sense, given how I've been acting the last ten years, and I know this doesn't change things between us, but I-I don't want to be a hypocrite anymore. That's what you've been telling me all this time, isn't it? So I'm going to U.A., and I'm going to become a Hero. Don't-Don't think for a second that I can't."
Bakugou looked like he was going to say something, but instead, he just growled at Midoriya, turned around, and headed for the door.
"You better get your ass in shape. I don't care how strong you think you are, Deku; if you think you can just breeze through the exam when you've done shit all nothing for ten years, you're an even bigger loser than I thought."
Midoriya had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that, but Bakugou saved him the trouble by already being out of the library. Once he was out of sight, Midoriya fell into a string of quick breaths punctuated by a sigh, followed by wordlessly plugging his headphones back into his phone.
"WAS THAT THE INDIVIDUAL KNOWN AS KATSUKI BAKUGOU?" K.E.L.E.X. asked.
"Y-Yeah," Midoriya said.
"I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND YOU, KAL-EL, BUT IT APPEARS THAT YOU ARE NOT HIGHLY SKILLED WHEN IT COMES TO CHOOSING ASSOCIATES."
"Probably not," Midoriya said with a tiny laugh.
"STILL, THIS 'KACCHAN' WAS CORRECT IN HIS ASSESSMENT OF YOUR MEDIOCRE COMBAT ABILITIES. IF THIS SCHOOL YOU WISH TO ATTEND TRULY HAS SUCH HIGH STANDARDS, IT WOULD BE BEST FOR YOU TO START TRAINING YOURSELF AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."
"You're right." Midoriya would put the search for other possible Kryptonians to bed for the moment. "The problem is finding a good place to practice. Public gyms won't really do any good, and All Might's gone back to work, so I don't want to bother him."
"CAN YOU NOT SIMPLY USE YOUR ENVIRONMENT AS A TRAINING GROUND?"
"Civilians aren't allowed to use their powers in public, especially in a big city like Musutafu. I could try going to a forest somewhere, but I could run into hikers or a park ranger and get in trouble. You wouldn't happen to have any ideas, would you?"
"IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A TRAINING ENVIRONMENT WHERE YOU CAN FREELY USE YOUR POWERS WITHOUT HURTING CIVILIANS OR ANGERING LAW ENFORCEMENT, THEN YOU COULD RELOCATE TO ONE OF THIS PLANET'S LARGE DESERT AREAS."
"I was really thinking more along the lines of somewhere I can get to by train."
"YOU EXCEL AT MAKING THINGS DIFFICULT, KAL-EL."
Midoriya neither confirmed nor denied that with his silence. What he did do was go back to browsing the Internet, less for the sake of trying to find other members of species and more for the sake of just taking his mind off of things. The first thing to catch his eye was a news report about one of Ultimon's sidekicks, Most Excellent Wonder Bat, buying the entirety of Mount Fuji so it could be turned into Big Science Action's new lair. Midoriya couldn't help but smile at how he had a part in getting the Number Seven Hero a new base of operations, even if people would only know of All Might and Firestorm's part in the matter.
Wait. Ultimon. ULTIMON! That's it! Midoriya screamed in his head. I know where I can go!
When school finally let out, Midoriya made his way to the train station where, after getting on an express train, he rode in relative silence for three hours. At that point, he had reached his destination of Nagoya, the capital city of the Aichi Prefecture. Midoriya knew that there were a lot of fun places he could be visiting at the moment, such as Legoland, Sakae Town, and Nagoya Castle, birthplace of Oda Nobunaga. If today went the way he hoped it would, he'd probably be going to all of those places and more, but for now, he only had a single destination in mind, one that no one would ever even go near.
"Do you think this will work, K.E.L.E.X.?" Midoriya asked while holding his phone up in front of himself.
"WHAT IS THIS, KAL-EL?" K.E.L.E.X. asked. The object K.E.L.E.X. was referring to was what Midoriya had reached after sprinting out of the city and onto a deserted beach, though it wasn't actually on the beach. It was about a kilometer off the coast, yet even someone without Midoriya's enhanced sight would be able to see it thanks to its massive size.
It was one of the benefits of being a gargantuan rotting Kaiju corpse. The corpse was magenta in color and had three shark-like heads sticking out of its neck, each one with ten pairs of eyes (some were still present, some had rotted into dust, and some were only partially rotted). Its torso was portly and covered in spikes, save for the gaping hole in its chest, and its tentacle-like limbs were long and solid enough to keep the majority of the body suspended above the surface of the ocean.
"That is Korusan Island. Three years ago, this Kaiju came out of a dimensional tear in the ocean and started attacking Nagoya. Ultimon and Big Science Action were quick to respond, and after a few hours, they were able to kill it. Unfortunately, after the Kaiju died, its body started releasing a deadly transparent gas that it's still releasing to this day. Anyone who gets too close to it will die in a matter of seconds,all known Earth metals melt just as quickly, and it's even immune to magic, so no one's been able to get rid of it.
"When I was reading an article about Ultimon, it reminded me of this, and I realized that this is the perfect place for me to train! The massive size of Korusan Island means that I can use my powers as much as I want, and since no one can come near here-the cutoff point was actually about half a kilometer ago-I won't have to worry about getting in trouble for using my Quirk in public! It's perfect, right?"
"AFFIRMATIVE. THIS IS AN IDEAL LOCATION WITH REGARDS TO YOUR CRITERIA OF 'BEING ABLE TO REACH IT BY TRAIN'. YOU SHOULD COMMENCE TRAINING, IMMEDIATELY."
"Right-oh, no! I just realized that I can't take you with me. If I did, my phone would get destroyed, and-"
"THERE IS NO CAUSE FOR CONCERN, KAL-EL. I HAVE ALREADY MODIFIED YOUR TELECOMMUNICATIONS DEVICE TO ALLOW TO PROJECT A KRYPTONIAN-BASED ELECTROMAGNETIC FIELD TO NULLIFY THE CORROSIVE EFFECTS OF THE GAS," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Oh. Nice."
With that, Midoriya was off.
It took a little under a minute for Midoriya to fly and land on the head of Korusan Island. He wondered if that was a personal best for him. He stopped wondering about it when he stepped onto the rotting flesh and felt how squishy it was, like he was a Tuscan stomping grapes to make wine.
"TRAINING SHOULD COMMENCE, EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY," K.E.L.E.X. said. "QUERY: WHAT POWERS DO YOU CURRENTLY POSSESS, KAL-EL?"
"Um, well, a lot," Midoriya said. "I have super strength and super speed, though I doubt that the latter is Speedster-level, I can release breaths powerful enough to knock things down, and I'm also as durable as I am strong. I have enhanced sight, heat vision, electromagnetic vision, X-ray vision, a bunch of other visions, I can fly-you were there when I started doing it-and, um…"
"CONTINUE."
"I-I also have super hearing, but… I don't want to use that power."
"I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. IT IS AN ABILITY YOU GAIN NATURALLY FROM LIVING ON THIS PLANET. IT WOULD BE ILLOGICAL FOR YOU TO NOT EMBRACE IT."
"It's just that it's, it's really powerful, and whenever I try to use it, I always hear lots of stuff from all over and, well, none of it's very good."
"TO WHAT EXTENT? MURDER? SUICIDE? ILLNESS? STARVATION? TORTURE? SEXUAL VIOLATI-"
"Look, I just don't want to use it, okay?!" Midoriya shouted.
"UNDERSTOOD. I WILL NOT PRESS THE ISSUE FURTHER. BEGIN YOUR TRAINING HOWEVER YOU SEE FIT."
"Thank you."
Midoriya put his phone in his pocket and did his best to bury the previous conversation. That wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about, not now, not ever.
Let's start with heat vision, Midoriya told himself. The few times I've had to use it, I've only ever done it in a straight line, but there shouldn't be anything stopping me from firing it in simple shapes.
Midoriya closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He exhaled, opened his eyes, and fired his heat vision at the flesh in front of him, the beams concentrated on a single spot. Slowly, Midoriya moved the beams upwards in a line, if you could call something so jagged a line. At a certain point, he turned the beams to the right, then downwards, then to the left until he reached the original starting point, creating a crooked square.
"I SINCERELY HOPE THAT JOR-EL AND LARA LOR-VAN NEVER INTENDED ON YOU JOINING THE ARTISTS GUILD," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Th-That's why I'm here, isn't it? To get better?"
K.E.L.E.X. offered an acknowledgement, and Midoriya continued with his training. He jumped high into the air, then, putting all of his strength into his legs, he slammed down on the square he carved into the flesh, causing it to break apart and allowing him to go directly inside the head of Korusan Island.
"Wow!" Inside the head was most of what Midoriya had expected to see: rotting flesh, shards of bone, decayed brain matter, those sorts of things. What he hadn't expected was to get such a clear picture of it all, such a thing being made possible thanks to what appeared to be luminescent crystals protruding out of the walls. For a decaying Kaiju head, it wasn't all that bad.
"For a decaying Kaiju head, this isn't all that bad," Midoriya said. "Okay, I'm here. What should I start with?"
"PRACTICE AGAINST A MOVING TARGET," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Come on, there's nothing alive in-"
Cutting Midoriya off was a cackling sound. Strange, animalistic, like a cross between a hyena, a humpback whale, and a smaller hyena. Most importantly, and most worrying, it was the sound of something that was neither Midoriya nor K.E.L.E.X. Slowed down by hesitation and fright, Midoriya turned to face whatever was there.
"AAAAAAH!" In all honesty, he didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't a red-colored shark head sitting atop a bundle of tentacles. It was hard to expect something like that.
"KWEEEEAAAA!" The beast shouted as it charged at Midoriya. Midoriya, like any good person would, immediately ran away from it.
"Why didn't you tell me there was some kind of monster in here, K.E.L.E.X.?!"
"I DO NOT DETECT ANY ABILITIES THAT WOULD ALLOW IT TO HARM YOU, SO IT DID NOT SEEM NECESSARY."
"Shouldn't I be the one to decide that?!"
"""KWEEEEAAAA!""" In the midst of his escape, three more monsters jumped out in front of Midoriya. In a panic, Midoriya punched one of them in the side of its head, knocking it into the other two and sending all three to the ground. He jumped over them and kept running before the three could get up and join the first one.
"What are these things?!"
"ANALYSIS INDICATES THAT THEY ARE THE ASEXUAL SPAWN OF KORUSAN ISLAND, ANOTHER SIDE EFFECT OF ITS DEATH."
"So there's going to be a ton of giant monsters, soon?!"
"NEGATIVE. REVERSE CHRONO ANALYSIS OF THE ENVIRONMENT SUGGESTS THAT IT TOOK THOUSANDS OF YEARS FOR IT TO REACH THIS SIZE. HOWEVER, THIS DOES NOT CHANGE THE FACT THAT THERE ARE A GREAT NUMBER OF ITS CHILDREN PRESENT HERE."
As if to emphasize that fact, over a dozen of the creatures appeared before Midoriya, all giving the same animalistic cry. Both the mob in front of Midoriya and the few behind him attacked with tentacles and sharp teeth, but he managed to dodge by flying up into the air. Then, utilizing his strength and speed, he flew through the mob of monsters, knocking them all aside as he kept flying forward until he hit a wall of flesh, his fists slamming into it with such great force that they tore a hole through the flesh, allowing for Midoriya to return to the outside world.
"This-This isn't good," Midoriya said as he looked back towards the hole. "Even if it's going to take thousands of years for them to reach giant size, they're still dangerous like this. If they make it to the mainland, they'd cause tons of damage to people and cities. It'd make sense to tell the authorities about this, but if I do that, I'd get in trouble for being here. Even so, the needs of the many outweigh my own, don't they? Ah, wait! Even if I tell someone, no one could get close to here without dying, so Heroes or the government wouldn't be able to do anything about this. Plus, telling people about this would bring up the question of how I was able to be here and not die, and there's no way that I could explain-"
"THERE IS NO CAUSE FOR ALARM, KAL-EL," K.E.L.E.X. interjected. "IF THEY WERE CAPABLE OF CAUSING DESTRUCTION, THAT WOULD HAVE ALREADY HAPPENED, WOULD IT NOT?"
"That's a good point. Although, that does beg the question: why haven't they done anything?"
Still looking at the hole in the head of Korusan Island, Midoriya saw the monsters gathering around it. Appearance-wise, nothing had changed about them, but their expressions had lost all traces of rage and were filled with, of all things, anxiety. One monster slowly stretched out a tentacle through the hole and down towards the water. Before the tentacle was even halfway out, the monster brought it back inside and the entire group started whimpering, of all actions.
"They can't swim," Midoriya stated.
"IT WOULD APPEAR SO," K.E.L.E.X. said. "THEIR INABILITY TO TRAVERSE THE WATER BELOW MEANS THAT THEY ARE NOT A THREAT TO THE GENERAL POPULACE."
"Yeah."
Midoriya looked at the now not so terrifying monsters and couldn't stop himself from feeling pity for them. They were just little kids who wanted to see the world, but there was nothing they could do to leave the confines of their home. Even if they could get out, no one would accept them for what they were and they'd probably kill them on sight. In that regard, maybe it was less that Midoriya was pitying them and more that Midoriya was empathizing with them. The thought stayed in his head as he gently floated back to the hole.
"H-Hey-"
"""KWEEEEAAAA!""" The monsters all regained their ferocity and screeched at him.
"N-No! I don't want any trouble!" Midoriya said, waving his arms defensively. The monsters stopped their screeching in response.
"I'm sorry about breaking into your home like that. I didn't know that anyone was living here, and you were probably just as freaked out as I was. I'd like to just leave here and go somewhere else, but I need to use this place for some things. You were all here first, so I'll go to a different head, but, um, if you're ever feeling lonely, I think we could come up with something fun to do."
The monsters stared at Midoriya with eyes he hoped were filled with joy. A second later, they all growled at him and slithered away from the hole, so in all likelihood, their eyes were filled with mere contempt.
"That went about as well as I expected," Midoriya said.
"AGREED," K.E.L.E.X. said. "LET US CONTINUE YOUR TRAINING, KAL-EL."
Summer. The time of year when people are allowed to shirk their responsibilities for a little bit. The time of year when people can indulge themselves in more meat and fried food than they might normally do. The time of year when people do some other third thing that will be bad for them in the long run, yet they still end up doing it. I'd like to say that I'm in the midst of one of those, but that's probably just my natural pessimism talking.
No, wait, the toast points aren't equilateral. This is definitely going to ruin me in the long run.
"Something wrong?" My faithful companion asked.
"Nothing more than usual," I said. "I could be anywhere in the world right now, and while there are hardly any places I'd actually go, this hardly places highly on the list."
"I can imagine. Who in their right mind would want to be at a fancy gala with tons of free food, right? The struggles of the bourgeoisie are truly incomprehensible."
"We are an enigmatic bunch." The two of us clink champagne glasses that we're probably too young to be drinking out of. Probably. It's fine, though; she made a witty comment, after all. If anyone else tried talking to me like that, I'd have them thrown to the curb and make sure the curb was then lit on fire, but I suppose I've known her long enough to not get offended by most of the things she says. With her here, I can probably put up with an evening of being forced into a dress to celebrate the achievements of someone other than myself.
"Oh, there's the girl of the hour," my companion said, clearly catching sight of the aforementioned "someone other than myself". One look around the banquet hall told me that she wasn't the only one, so with a faux smile, I pretended to be under the same spell as all of them.
"""Happy birthday to you!""" Great, now we're all singing.
"""Happy birthday to you!""" I usually don't care about having to do these kinds of things, but why does it have to be for her, of all people?
"""Happy birthday, dear Wiktoria!""" Why not someone I can actually get along with? I know the world doesn't revolve around me, but that doesn't mean we can't put effort into making it do so.
"""Happy birthday to you!""" I join in on the applause, a necessary action for the evening. I stop at the same time as everyone else so she's free to give out her series of thanks for the song, the girl smiling brightly all the while. I feel like I have diabetes, all of a sudden.
Wiktoria Fries, granddaughter of Victor Fries, and future head of Fries Financial, a company that somehow manages to compete against my own. I must admit, for a girl I can hardly stand the sight of, she can make herself look pretty good for special occasions. That white dress of hers contrasts nicely with her ice blue skin and hair, and her lipstick did a decent job of complimenting her pure red eyes. I could at least admire that she made herself look good for people.
"-but I guess that's why they call it a Cold Gun!" Oh, I guess she was telling a joke. "But seriously, thank you all so much for coming out here. I know that we're all celebrating my birthday, but every year, I think it's more important to celebrate how I'm able to have one in the first place. If it wasn't for the tremendous good my grandfather did for the community, and if it wasn't for Batman giving him the opportunity to do so, nothing that my family built, including myself, would have been possible. So let's give all of that a big round of applause, okay?"
Sure enough, everyone did. Everyone except for me, of course. She says this every other year, and we all don't need to be reminded of it. We all know the story of how Nora Fries' cryotube was accidentally broken in a fight between Mister Freeze and the team of the first Batman and the fourth Robin, said Robin eventually becoming the fourth and current Batman. We all know that after Nora didn't die a minute later, the three of them discovered that she was apparently a first generation Quirk user and had awakened to a self-healing Quirk that cured her of her disease. We all know that Fries, having his mission in life finally realized, quit his life of crime right then and there and allowed himself to be arrested. He then spent fifteen years in Arkham as a model inmate, never causing trouble for anyone, even helping stop a few breakouts. He was then released on good behavior, went back to using science for good, started a major company, blah blah blah. Heard it a million times. You'd think that someone descended from a notorious Villain, even a reformed one, would be less upbeat all the time.
"Look who it is! I'm so glad that you could come to my party!" Before I know it, the overly upbeat girl is standing right in front of me.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Wiktoria!" I tell her, faking as much enthusiasm as I can let out. "I love that dress you're wearing!"
"Please, it's only half as good as yours, at best. Is it even possible for you to not look good in green?"
"If you think green makes me look good, you should see me in purple."
"I have! I wish I could pull it off as well as you do."
"Well I wish I had your svelte figure.
"I wish I had your jawline."
""I wish I had your megawatt smile,"" we said in unison before erupting in laughter. It was almost like we actually were friends, and going by the smiles I could see and the comments I could hear from the crowd, everyone else thought so, as well. We're both teenage girls set to inherit two of the biggest companies in the world, so why shouldn't we be getting along, right?
"Say, do you want to go look at the Green Palace for a bit?" Wiktoria asked. "It always looks amazing on summer nights. Plus, it's getting pretty noisy in here, and I know how much you hate having to listen to people talk."
More people need to understand the meaning of irony.
"That sounds great," I said, not knowing a good way to get out of it. I turn to my faithful companion and tell her that I'll be back in a few minutes, and she gives me an "OK" as she stealthily puts finger food in her purse. Am I not paying her enough, or is she just that kind of person?
Whatever it is, I don't have much time to dwell on it as Wiktoria drags me out of the banquet hall and into an elevator. In less than a minute, the two of us are on the roof, completely away from all the noise. The only thing surrounding us is the darkness of the night that's lit up ever so slightly by the stars and the Green Palace above us.
"I know what you're doing," Wiktoria said after nearly a minute of thankful silence.
"I didn't know you knew things, Wiktoria," I said with a smile. She glares at me with her big red eyes. It's quite unsettling.
"I know what you're planning to do next year. It hasn't gotten around to the general public-you're welcome, by the way-but it's not as big a secret as you think it is."
"Are you expecting me to be happy that I have such a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders?"
"I'm being serious! I know you've always been inclined to do whatever you want, whenever you want, but this? Why this, of all things? Of all times?"
"If you can't understand it without an explanation, you can't understand it with an explanation."
"So you're just not going to tell me, then?" I put a finger to my nose. "Fine. Be that way. I guess I was stupid to think you could actually be civil with me."
"That's a very good-"
"It's a wonder that you're able to be sincere with anyone with such a bad personality." She cut me off, and now here I am, standing with my mouth slightly agape. In all honesty, I'm more impressed than I am furious, though I am quite livid.
"We never have gotten along that well, have we?" Wiktoria shook her head. "That's weird, though. We're both young, attractive women set to inherit powerful corporations established by reformed Villains. What makes us so different?"
"For one thing, my grandfather paid his debt to society. Your grandfather, on the other hand, merely paid his off."
"Yes, I suppose Victor Fries was a sentimental old fool."
No quick comeback from Wiktoria, that time. Nothing but a scowl before she turned her attention back towards the Green Palace.
"I hope I'll be able to miss you," she said.
"I probably wouldn't mind missing you," I said. I really wouldn't. "Just nine more months. Just nine more months."
Summer. The time of year when people are allowed to shirk their responsibilities for a little bit. The time of year when people can indulge themselves in more meat and fried food than they might normally do. The time of year when people are given the freedom to spend their time on whatever they think is most important. For me, there's only one thing that's truly important to me right now: training!
Ever since I remembered Korusan Island, I've gone there everyday after school to hone my abilities. Strength, speed, and flight aren't a problem for me, and I've gotten more control of my heat vision. K.E.L.E.X. says I'm still not good enough for the Artists Guild, whatever that is, but I've definitely made improvements and figured out things I never thought were possible. Now that school's out for the summer, I have even more time to devote to preparing to U.A. I'm getting the hang of this, but there's no way I'm taking any chances!
"-and SMASH!" Midoriya shouted as he slammed a fist against a wall of flesh in front of him. "How was that?"
"YOUR ATTACK SENT A PORTION OF FLESH THREE TIMES AS LARGE AS YOURSELF INTO THE OCEAN. IT IS MORE THAN DESERVING OF PROPER MERIT," K.E.L.E.X.
"Yes!"
"THIS MARKS FIVE HOURS OF SUCCESSFUL PHYSICAL TRAINING. I WOULD SUGGEST THAT YOU NOW TAKE A BREAK FOR SOME TIME AND FOCUS ON YOUR STUDIES."
"That's a good idea."
Midoriya stepped away from the hole he made in the wall and sat down on the decaying ground. He pulled out a container of instant ramen, poured a bottle of water into it, and heated it with his heat vision. As he waited for the ramen to settle, he pulled out the study guides for the U.A. entrance exam and readied himself for self-study.
"I WAS NOT REFERRING TO YOUR PRIMITIVE EARTH TEXTS, KAL-EL."
Of course not, Midoriya thought to himself. Sighing, Midoriya pushed his study guides to the side and pulled out his phone. He went into K.E.L.E.X.'s app and pressed the screen a few times until a long string of text was visible.
"'The Vrangs' cruelty… seemed to know… no bounds. Once the… ruling parties of Krypton… were killed… they… exiled-'"
"ESTABLISHED."
"'-established a dictatorship of all of Krypton. Men were tortured… women were… carried-'"
"CARTED."
"'-carted off like cattle… children were forced… to… embiggen-'"
"EMBRACE, KAL-EL. EMBRACE."
"Ahhh! This is too hard!" Midoriya shouted.
"NO ONE SAID LEARNING LANGUAGES WAS AN EASY ENDEAVOR, AT LEAST IN REGARDS TO THIS PLANET'S LACKLUSTER EDUCATION SYSTEM."
"I know that, K.E.L.E.X.; English isn't my best subject, and we all had to take a semester of German. Kryptonese is completely different, though. There's so much complicated syntax and sentence structure, and all the writing looks like Hieratic text. It's too much to try and figure out on top of all of my other stuff."
"WOULD IT NOT BE PRUDENT TO LEARN THIS SOONER, AS OPPOSED TO LATER? FURTHERMORE, DO YOU NOT SEE LEARNING THE HISTORY OF YOUR PEOPLE AS A CRUCIAL ENDEAVOR?"
"I do, but it's just a lot that's being thrown on my plate. Besides, can't you just translate all of this stuff into Japanese so I can learn the history and culture now, but the language later?"
A series of beeping and humming noises came out of Midoriya's phone.
"Well?"
"IT IS INDEED POSSIBLE, BUT NOT HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. BECAUSE OF THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THE KRYPTONESE VOCABULARY AND THE VOCABULARIES OF EARTH LANGUAGES, TRANSLATING KRYPTONESE DOCUMENTS OF THIS LENGTH AND DEPTH WOULD RESULT IN AN INCOMPLETE TRANSLATION THAT MISSES APPROXIMATELY 68.507153457404 PERCENT OF THE ORIGINAL TEXT. IN SUCH A SITUATION, THE DOCUMENTS ARE VIRTUALLY WORTHLESS."
"R-Really?"
"AFFIRMATIVE. EVERYTHING THAT I AM ATTEMPTING TO TEACH YOU IS ALL THAT JOR-EL THOUGHT WAS VITAL FOR YOU TO LEARN. I WOULD HIGHLY SUGGEST THAT YOU DO NOT TAKE THAT LIGHTLY."
Midoriya knew that K.E.L.E.X. was right. As hard as learning Kryptonese was, it was important that he gained an understanding of everything Jor-El wanted him to know about Krypton. Simply knowing where he came from was fine, but it would be a waste to not understand where he came from. If he wanted to do that, then he truly did need to put more effort into learning the language.
"Oh, should be ready." For now, though, he was going to put his effort into eating his All Might Miso Ramen.
"IS THIS SOMETHING WORTH DEVOTING TIME TO?" K.E.L.E.X. asked.
"I have to eat."
"ARGUABLE. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO FOCUS ON YOUR STUDIES AT THIS JUNCTURE, YOU SHOULD RETURN TO YOUR PHYSICAL REGIMENT."
Easier said than done, Midoriya thought as he blew on his lunch. I keep practicing with my powers, but there's not much I can add to them besides just making them stronger and gaining better control. I have a lot of powers, but they're all pretty simple like that.
Midoriya put another breath to his ramen, taking care not to accidentally use his super breath and blow everything to bits. He let out a third breath, more than enough to make it cool. He brought his chopsticks up to his mouth, but before he started eating, he stopped. All of a sudden, various words, words that seemed to have no relation to one another, were flying through his mind as if they were part of a larger puzzle. "Breath". "Cool". "Super". It all came together in a polymerization that led to Midoriya coming up with a brand new idea for something he could do.
Okay, go! Midoriya turned his head towards the newest hole in the wall and started releasing his super breath in its direction. There was nothing for him to hit, but he still kept blowing in its direction.
Focus! Concentrate! Midoriya kept blowing harder and harder, his lips getting tight, his cheeks getting red. All for the sake of trying to realize a random hypothetical.
All of a sudden, though, it started to come across as not so random. All of a sudden, solid matter started coming out of Midoriya's mouth. All of a sudden, it started spreading out further and further until the hole Midoriya had created was covered in a wall of ice.
It-It worked! It really worked! It was just a random thought that popped into my head, but I can really do it! I really have ice breath! That's amazing!
Filled with joy, Midoriya started jumping around in celebration, forgetting that he was still using his newly discovered power. By the time he remembered that and proceeded to turn it off, the walls were covered in ice and, more importantly, his lunch was trapped in a block of ice.
"HOW VERY UNFORTUNATE," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"I guess I'm getting lunch in town, today," Midoriya said with a laugh. As he started packing up his stuff, he noticed that he had drawn a crowd. It was the monsters of Korusan Island. Ever since the initial encounter, there hadn't been any conflict between Midoriya and the infant Kaiju. They hadn't become friends as Midoriya had hoped, but there were many occasions where they would show up and observe him from a distance. This seemed like one of those occasions, only they were much closer to him than usual and weren't staring at him.
"Oh, that's right. You've been living here all this time, so you've probably never seen ice before. Well, here you go." Midoriya tossed the block of ice that held his old lunch into the middle of the crowd. The Kaiju growled at it for a while, but soon enough, they were tossing it around with their tentacles like a volleyball.
Midoriya couldn't help but smile. It wasn't much, but it was progress.
With a combination of flight and super speed, it took Midoriya very little time to make it to downtown Nagoya for lunch. Actually deciding where to eat was a more drawn out process. He had been coming to Nagoya nearly every day for three months, but it was always for training, so he tended to spend little time in the actual city. As a result, he knew nothing about where he was and was essentially fumbling around like a tourist who had their face stuck in a guidebook. Coincidentally, Midoriya had lost the guidebook he had bought at the train station.
"YOU SHOULD SIMPLY PICK AN ESTABLISHMENT AND EAT THERE," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"But there's just too many to choose from. What if I pick one place over another place, but the place I pick isn't that good, and I can't go to the other place because I already spent my food budget for the day? What do I do if something like that happens?" Midoriya asked.
"ACCEPT REALITY." Midoriya let out a groan. "THIS ENTIRE ENDEAVOR COMES ACROSS AS RATHER MEANINGLESS. THANKS TO THE EFFECTS OF YELLOW SOLAR RADIATION, YOUR BODY SHOULD NOT REQUIRE FOOD TO MAINTAIN VITALITY."
"So you've said. That's not something that I can just start doing, though."
"INITIATING A FAST MIGHT HELP YOU BECOME ADJUSTED."
"Okay, goodbye."
Midoriya exited out of K.E.L.E.X.'s app and took off his Beats by Canary headphones. In hindsight, there really wasn't any reason for him to think that K.E.L.E.X. would be able to help him find a place to eat. Only someone who actually cared would be able to do that, even if they were incredibly indecisive about the whole thing.
"What to do, what to do, what to do?" Someone who wasn't Midoriya asked.
"What to do, indeed?" Someone who was Midoriya asked on reflex. "Huh?"
"Um, do you need something?" The someone who wasn't Midoriya asked. The someone who was Midoriya looked around and caught sight of the person he assumed he was talking to. It was a girl who looked about his age wearing a white blouse with a lightning bolt running down the middle. She looked at him with a stern expression and had long black hair tied into a ponytail and a rather curvaceous figure for someone her age, not that Midoriya was looking or trying to look.
"N-No! I was just walking around, th-that's all! But, um, it sounds like you might be in some trouble?"
"Well, it's not anything serious. I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk a moment ago, and while I'm perfectly fine, I accidentally dropped my cell phone into a storm drain. I could probably retrieve it with my Quirk, but I'm having trouble deciding what the best course of action would be."
"Oh. If that's all, I can get it for you."
"No, please, there's no need to trouble yourself-"
Midoriya didn't give the girl a chance to finish as he got to work. The storm drain cover was solid steel, but something like that wasn't an issue for him, and with little effort, he had pulled the cover out of the pavement. The phone, one that was clearly the latest model and far superior than anything Midoriya or his parents used, was in sight at the bottom of the storm drain. Midoriya's arms weren't long enough to grab it, so he opted to use an inversion of his super breath-a super inhale-to lift the phone into the air until it was close enough for him to grab it. Once it was grabbed, he put it down on the sidewalk so he was free to put the cover back in place, sealing the broken portions off with his heat vision.
"I should probably still leave a note," Midoriya said. He picked the phone back up, turned to give it to Ponytail, and nearly jumped back when he saw her suddenly flashing him a large smile.
"That was amazing!" Ponytail exclaimed. "You were able to use all of those abilities with such incredible precision! Was that a Quirk? Metahuman ability? Some sort of magic or genetic mutation?"
"Th-The first one," Midoriya lied.
"Most impressive. I've never seen someone use so many different powers at once. It was like I was watching a live performance from Princess Shazam, herself!"
"I don't know about-wait, Princess Shazam?! You're a fan of Princess Shazam?!"
"Of course! She's been my inspiration since I was a child," Ponytail said, pointing to her blouse.
"Oh, wait! That shirt's based off of the white outfit Princess Shazam started wearing after she joined the Super Buddies! I can't believe it took me so long to recognize it, even if it was one of her less famous team ups."
"Even still, she had some truly magnificent battles while working with them. Like when the Super Buddies were fighting against the Monster Society of Evil-"
"And Chain Lightning tried to depower her with a lightning bolt-"
"-but it was a trick because Elongated Man had transformed into Princess Shazam-"
"-so the attack did nothing, and she had an opening to take them all out in one fell swoop!" Midoriya shouted, giving the air a diagonal chop to further emphasize it. "That was too much, wasn't it?"
"Maybe a little-oh, where are my manners? My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. You are?"
"Izuku Midoriya."
"Well Midoriya-san, once again, I must thank you for helping me retrieve my phone. Is there anything I can do to repay you?"
"You really don't-" A rumbling noise came out of Midoriya's stomach. "Um, do you know a good place to eat?"
"I think that can be arranged."
Nagoya, as Midoriya knew, was one of the biggest cities in Japan. Yaoyorozu, based on what Midoriya could gather from her well-mannered speech, expensive phone, and high tailored clothing-the last serving as a great contrast to him wearing a shirt that said "Shirt"-had to be someone who came from money. It would have made sense for her to take him to a fancy restaurant of some sort, so he didn't know what to say when they ended up at a small hole in the wall for lunch.
"I honestly don't know what to say," Midoriya said.
"Jet Star is a far better establishment than its appearance lets on," Yaoyorozu said. "Come on, then."
Yaoyorozu opened the door for Midoriya, and in an instant, he found himself being swallowed by the smell of grilled meats and cheap beer. The restaurant was filled with men and women of varying ages-though it was mostly older men-and when the two of them walked inside, most of the patrons turned towards them and greeted them with a simultaneous "Momo!"
"Well look who managed to drag herself out of the library! Guess summer's finally in full swing!" A reptilian, multi-armed man from behind the counter said.
"Always good to see you, Jomu-san," Yaoyorozu said with a small bow.
"Oh, and you got company, too. Little Momo finally manage to snag herself a boyfriend?"
H-Huh?! Midoriya thought, the thought being so powerful that his brain was doing somersaults. "Y-Y-Y-Y-You've g-g-g-got-"
"Hardly. We met on the street, bonded over a shared love for Princess Shazam, and now we're getting lunch. That's all," Yaoyorozu said in a single breath without even flinching a little. Midoriya felt like he should have been happier about that than he actually was.
"That's a relief, then. Last thing I need is two kids acting like that girl scout has anything over Wonder Woman."
Much to Midoriya's surprise, Yaoyorozu started scowling at Jomu. It didn't last very long, but it was still rather unpleasant to look at.
"I'm with someone, so I'm not going to do this, today. Midoriya-san, what's your favorite food."
"K-Katsudon."
"Jomu-san, two red miso katsudons, please."
"Comin' right up, Momo!" Jomu walked into the kitchen, assumingly to start preparing the food. Yaoyorozu sat down at the counter, and Midoriya, on pure reflex, sat down two seats away from her.
"Please don't tell me that stupid joke is going to make you nervous around me," Yaoyorozu said.
"N-No, that's not it. Well, m-maybe a little, but, y'know, I just don't have a lot of experience talking with girls my own age, so I'm just feeling a little anxious."
"What a coincidence; I don't have a lot of experience talking with boys my own age. This should be a good learning experience for the both of us, then."
Midoriya couldn't argue with that, so with a healthy amount of hesitation, he got up and relocated to the seat on her immediate left.
"S-So! You seem to be pretty well-known. I guess that's what happens when you're a local, though."
"Oh no, I don't live here."
"You don't?"
"My mothers moved from here to Tokyo when I was a child, and I don't have any strong memories of living here before then. However, every summer, my mothers and I come here to visit family, so I've gotten to know the people here quite well. It's a nice little thing we do before spending the rest of the holiday in Europe."
Just when Midoriya thought he was connecting with Yaoyorozu, she casually tells him how radically different they are.
"What brings you here, Midoriya-san?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"I'm, um, doing some training at a gym. I'd go to one back home, but the one I'm using here has a lot better equipment."
"If someone with your strength is able to get anything out of it, I would sure hope so."
"Every little bit counts. I can't leave anything to chance if I want to get into U.A."
"You're applying to U.A.?" Yaoyorozu asked, once more smiling brightly. "What a coincidence! I'm also planning to attend U.A.!"
"Really?! That's great! Have you been practicing for the exam?"
"Yes, but not the same one as you. I've qualified for a recommendation into U.A., so I won't need to take the same exam as you and the other normal applicants." Yaoyorozu kept smiling for a few seconds before it fell upside-down. "Oh dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to brag. You're probably working as hard as you can, and I'm just my status in your face-"
"Don't worry about it! I mean, if you can get in on a recommendation, that must mean you're truly talented, right?"
"O-Oh. Yes. Thank you," Yaoyorozu said with a softer smile than the ones she had previously used. "Moving on, since my exam will be less intensive than the regular one, I've had a great deal of free time on my hands, which made it easy to go on vacation with my family. It's even given me time to start drafting my Hero Costume."
"Really?! That's so cool! Do you have the designs on your phone? Can I see them?"
"Um, I suppose that would be alright," Yaoyorozu said with slight hesitation. She pulled out her phone and handed it to him after moving her fingers across it for a few seconds. Midoriya stared at the screen and got an eyeful of what had to be rough sketches for Yaoyorozu's costume.
"There's a… a lot of skin," Midoriya said.
"It couldn't really be helped," Yaoyorozu said. "My Quirk lets me produce non-living material from my body, so it's more effective if more of my body is exposed."
"I guess that makes sense. But wait, if that's it, then-Yaoyorozu-san, is there a correlation between the size of the object and the amount of exposed skin?"
"Naturally. If I'm trying to create something particularly large, I need more space to work with to allow it to come out of my body."
"S-So then, isn't having your back covered like in these sketches counter-productive? Won't you just destroy your costume every time you need to create something big?"
"Perhaps, but it would only take a few seconds to create new clothing-"
"Can a Hero really afford to waste time on something like that?" Midoriya cut in. At the same time that Yaoyorozu gave him what had to be an annoyed look, Midoriya felt his hand clamping over his mouth on instinct.
"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't be criticizing you when we barely know each other!" Midoriya said after removing his hand. "Even if I disagree with you, it's rude to be so blunt with my opinions so soon after getting to know you. That being said, the only reason I said what I said is because I admire Heroes so much, and a true Hero, to me, needs to be able to save as many people as they can. It's not like you wouldn't be able to do that if you had to spend time repairing your outfit, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking that that would be a waste of time, and I think you're a really nice person, so I want you to succeed at being a Hero-"
"M-Midoriya-san, please," Yaoyorozu cut in. "It's fine, you don't need to apologize for speaking your mind. You especially don't need to apologize for being right."
"I don't? And I am?"
"Yes to both. Like you said, a true Hero shouldn't go out of their way to delay themselves when there are people who need protecting. If a costume such as this would impede my process even a little, then I can't allow myself to use it. I can't help but thank you for the advice."
"Um, no problem?" His first extended conversation with a girl, and he somehow hadn't managed to ruin everything. Midoriya was having a good day.
"Hey, do you mind if I send this to my mom? She used to work as a designer, so she might have some advice."
"That would be wonderful. Go right ahead."
With lightning speed, Midoriya emailed the pictures of Yaoyorozu's costume to himself and texted them to his mother with an explanation of what was going on. A few seconds later, she sent out a reply: Wouldn't having her back covered be counter-productive?
Yeah, we already talked about that, Midoriya texted back. Do you have any ideas for improving it?
Give me a minute. Exactly one minute later, Midoriya's phone pinged. He looked at the screen for a few seconds before handing his phone over to Yaoyorozu.
"What do you think of this?" Midoriya asked.
"It-It looks great! How did your mother come up with this so quickly?"
"She can work really fast when she puts her mind to it. That's just a rough draft, though, so she'll probably come up with something else."
"Well whatever your mother makes the final design, I would be more than happy to wear it, and more than happy to pay her handsomely."
"Y-You don't need to-"
"Nonsense. I'm essentially hiring your mother for a job, so she deserves some manner of compensation. We can work out the details later, though, because our food should be arriving-"
"Order up!"
"-now." Jomu returned from the kitchen and put two servings of red miso katsudon in front of Midoriya and Yaoyorozu.
"To the both of us getting into U.A.," Midoriya said.
"Likewise." The two of them started eating, their newly formed bond of friendship fully cemented. It was really good.
Fall. The time of year when leaves take on a myriad of colors for people to look at. The time of year when people start getting ready for Christmas far earlier than they actually should be. The time of year when people do some other third thing that's far too mundane to even think about. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't in the midst of something mundane, myself, but only because of how much I've done it over the years.
"So what's the time limit for today?" My faithful companion asked.
"A studio I like did an AMA earlier today. That put me in a good mood, so let's go with three minutes."
"You must be in a real good mood if you think you can last-"
I punch her in the face. She looks clearly dazed, but not at all upset. I'm truly glad to see that; all's fair in a fight, after all. Like sweeping your opponent's leg and knocking them to the ground. I have no right to get upset with her for doing that to me.
"Don't tell me you thought I'd be that easy!" She launched her foot at my stomach, but I managed to roll away in time to avoid it. I get myself back on my feet, grab her by the arm, and try to throw her to the ground. "Try" being the important word here. She wasted no time in breaking out of my hold and putting me in one of her one. I, however, was quick with an elbow to the chest, and even quicker to throw her to the ground, complete with furthering the initial grab into an arm lock. The pressure being inflicted upon her has to be incredible. It would make more than enough sense for her to give up.
It would make more than enough sense for her to give up if she weren't someone within my employ. With help from her other arm, she was able to break out of my hold, freeing her to pick me up and throw me against the wall. Nice. Nicer is my immediate counterattack, however. I bend down and tackle her away from the wall before immediately going into a kick. She dodges, because of course she does, but I'm able to dodge the kick she throws at me in kind. She leaves her leg dangling for a few seconds, a clear attempt to bait me into a trap. I'd never be stupid enough to fall for that, but I know it was only done to confirm that fact, and not out of sheer incompetence on her part. As such, my next move is to send a punch right to her face, just as I did in the beginning.
That worked as well as I thought it would. She caught my punch with little effort, then wasted no time throwing her own punch my way. I would have loved to catch it in as cool a manner as she did mine, but I don't have that much confidence in my abilities. That's not to say I simply take the punch, though. At the last second, I dodge her punch and hit the underside of her chin with a palm strike. I try to go for another one, but she beats me to the punch. Or, rather, strike. Either way, it stung like hell.
There was no way I was going to let that slide. She threw out a second one, so I sent out my own. Our hands met in the middle with a clapping sound and a shockwave that upset both of our balances. It took her a split second to recover, but it took me an even smaller split second. My advantage realized, I circled around behind her and delivered a shoulder tackle to her back. She went off balance again, only this time to a much greater degree. I let her fall back into my chest as I grab the back of her thighs, lift her off the ground-
"That's three minutes." And then I calmly set her down on the mat. "That was a pretty good spar. Nice to know that we've got our pattycake routine down."
"Too bad neither of us have any sonic-based abilities. Then people would be in real trouble."
I laugh at my joke. I'm pretty funny. As I pat myself on the back, my faithful companion tosses me a towel and a bottle of water. What a girl.
"You've been handling the increased training a lot better than I thought. I know you've never been weak, but you've never exactly broken your family's pattern of putting brain over brawn."
"You need to keep everything in check to achieve perfection. My grandfather kept to that ideology to some extent, you know."
"Yeah, yeah."
My back is turned to her, but I can just hear her eyes rolling at me. Whatever. I wipe all the sweat off my body, down the bottle of water in one sitting, and then head over to the salmon ladder to continue my exercises for the day.
"Does any of this even put you in his league?" She asked. I fly up a rung.
"It's not about that." I fly up another rung. "In the end, the war is never won simply by strength." I fly up another rung. "The thing that matters most is having an indomitable will." I fly up another rung. "Strengthening my body is just a means of reminding myself of that." I fly up another rung. "A means to an end." I fly up another rung. "It wouldn't be the only thing to exist for that purpose."
I fly up another rung, landing at the top of the salmon ladder. It's exactly where I should be.
"Just five more months. Just five more months."
Fall. The time of year when leaves take on a myriad of colors for people to look at. The time of year when people start getting ready for Christmas far earlier than they actually should be. The time of year when people buckle down to try and get everything done before the year is over. Oddly enough, I'm not exactly one of these people.
As of this point, I've been training for the entrance exams for about six months. I've spent nearly every day training my powers at Korusan Island, and then nearly every other day studying with Yaoyorozu-san via Skype. I'm really, really tired. It's not like before when I just couldn't think of anything; I can still think of a lot of stuff that I can do, but I just need a break. I picked a really good time for that, though. After all, today is none other than-
The U.A. Culture Festival. As with any culture festival, it's a day where the students of U.A. High work together to put out events and exhibits for both their peers and the general public. The exhibits range from food stands to haunted houses and the traditional maid cafe, and the events are the classic plays and rock concerts led by girls dressed as Playboy bunnies. It truly was fun for the whole family, one family in particular being the Midoriya family.
"So then Ronnie comes into lab, and he is just absolutely filthy. His hair's a mess, his clothes are covered in dirt, there's a bunch of those plastic beer rings hanging off the end of his tail, and he's just dripping water everywhere. Naturally, the first thing that comes out of my mouth is 'What the hell happened to you?' He says not to worry about, that it doesn't matter because he got the lab equipment returned on time. Then you know what Professor Stein says? 'Raymond, you idiot! I renewed the reservation on that equipment!' And then he just falls on the floor and cries 'I don't want to go back in the lake!' We love the guy, but he's just so dumb."
"He sounds fun, either way," Inko said, laughing at her husband's anecdote.
"Yeah, Ronnie's a good kid. So, so dumb, though," Hisashi said. "But enough ranting about dumb lab assistants. I'm not using my few days off for that when I could be spending it with my family! Isn't that right, honey?" Inko hugged his side. "Isn't that right, Izuku?"
"Huh? Yeah, sure," Midoriya said, paying minimal attention to the conversation.
"You could at least try to fake enthusiasm, you know."
Midoriya gave out a quick apology. He knew it probably didn't come off as completely sincere, but he did mean it. He was simply too focused on what was in front of him to pay his parents much attention. That focus persisted as the grip of his fingers tightened and his eyes narrowed, all in preparation of what was sure to come. Sure enough, what was sure to come surely came, and Midoriya's hands and fingers moved more than fast enough to respond to it in kind.
"Wow, you shot every target. And basically right when they came out of the gate. Nice!" Midoriya smiled as he set down the pellet gun and the student running the booth handed him an All Might-shaped water bottle.
"Oh, sorry. Didn't realize you were in the middle of your annual scamming," Hisashi said.
"I'm not scamming anyone. It's all completely legitimate," Midoriya said.
"That's true, but you don't really try to go easy on the poor students, do you?" Inko asked.
Midoriya didn't want to answer that, especially with the aforementioned poor student having a clearly despondent look on their face. He couldn't help himself. At the height of his self-loathing, the festival games were one of the few things that kept Midoriya going. His only opponents were cardboard, metal, and plastic, so he never had to worry about hurting anyone. It was one of the few ways for him to be able to go all out, and if he was able to get some free All Might merchandise out of it, that was just a bonus.
Either way, Midoriya was done with that booth, so he and his parents kept walking around the festival grounds.
"Just think, in a few months, you'll be one of the kids running a booth that gets decimated by some kid," Hisashi said. "Must be pretty exciting to think about."
"Yeah, but it's still pretty nerve-wracking," Midoriya said. "I know I've been working really hard for this, but I know that I could still lose if I mess up even a little, and it's impossible to plan for everything, which just makes it harder to try and get a handle on things. But even beyond that, it's still making me nervous because, well, it's U.A. I don't really know how to stay completely calm about this."
"Hey, being a little nervous isn't a bad thing. Use it to motivate yourself, and you'll do fine. Also might help to remember that you're not the only one going through this."
"Yeah." Midoriya felt a wave of unease wash through him as he thought about Bakugou again.
"Your father's right, Izuku. I'm sure Yaoyorozu-san is just as nervous as you are, so it's not just you feeling like this," Inko said.
"O-Oh! Yeah, right, Yaoyorozu-san. She's probably nervous, too, even though her test is going to be easier than mine. Even so, she's putting all of her effort into trying to pass, and I need to do the same."
"That's the spirit!" Hisashi said. "Now then, what do we all wanna do next?"
"I think the beauty pageant is starting soon; that could be fun," Inko said. "I remember seeing some of the contestants when they were still setting up, and lots of boys were going crazy over this blue-haired girl. Lots of girls, too."
"Yeah, sure. If I remember right, the pageant grounds are… a fifteen minute walk in the opposite direction. Man, they make this thing bigger and bigger every year. What's a guy gotta do to get them to keep it on the school grounds?"
"Come on, it's not that-" Midoriya trailed off in the middle of his sentence and put his walk to a halt. He felt his eyes widening up to the size of dinner plates and his mouth opening up until his jaw fully hit the ground.
"Mom! Dad! Look! It's-It's-It's a Lord Beebo!"
Hisashi and Inko turned to the left. At that moment, they were seeing what Midoriya was looking at. They were seeing-hanging from a hook at a strength testing booth-a blue and furry doll with a portly body and a smiling face.
"Oh, how cute!" Inko said.
"I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Izuku," Hisashi said.
"It's Lord Beebo, he's appropriate for every demographic and fanbase! I think that's a rare one, too! You can tell by the slightly different tint in the coloring of his eyes!"
"Well? Are you going to keep talking our ears off about… that, or are you gonna actually win it?"
Midoriya nodded his head in rapid succession before stepping over to the booth. Whatever sort of game was being offered, his powers would undoubtedly make quick work of it. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing except the hulking man he accidentally bumped into.
"Huh?" The man snarled.
"S-Sorry!" Midoriya shouted. "I-I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, so I didn't see you coming-"
"Oh, that was you? I thought someone threw a piece of paper at me," the man laughed. Midoriya thought he was laughing, at least. It was hard to tell with the massive plague mask he was wearing.
"R-Right. So-"
"If you're done, you can keep moving, kid," Plague Mask said.
"Huh?"
"I got business here. There's a Beebo doll with my name on it, and I like to take things with my name on them. Plus, I get to do it by punching something, so that's a definite plus."
"U-Um, sir, I actually-"
"If you both want the Beebo doll, you're out of luck. There's only one left," was said by the booth operator, a girl with a body covered completely in pitch-black skin, with not even eyes or a mouth being made visible.
"Oh, is that what you were trying to say?" Plague Mask asked.
"Well, yes, but-"
"Forget it, kid! I was here first, so you're gonna have to look somewhere else."
"I-I mean, I think I was here first, but I really don't mind-"
"Actually, from how I saw it, you both got here at the same time," Pitch-Black said.
You're not helping! Midoriya shouted in his head.
"How about this? Both of you have a go at the machine, and whoever gets the best score gets the Beebo doll. That sound good?"
"I don't-"
"Alright! Now you're talking my language! Let's do this, kid!"
Midoriya turned to his parents in desperation. Inko looked just as nervous and confused as him, and Hisashi was just shrugging his shoulders with a blank look on his face. It was clear that neither one of them would be any help. The only way out of this was to just get through it as quickly as possible.
"Here we go," Plague Mask said as he stepped in front of the machine. The way you used the machine was simple: you deliver a punch into the cushioned receiver, then a screen displays a score based on how much strength you were able to put into it. As Plague Mask walked in front of it, he started swinging his right arm around rapidly before delivering a strike to the machine. After a few seconds, the screen displayed a message: "Your punch destroyed an entire city!"
"Not bad," Pitch-Black said.
"Beat that, kid!" Midoriya really didn't want to, but at this point, backing out would probably cause more problems than he needed. He didn't want to be around this guy anymore, he wanted to get away from him as soon as possible, so he gave the machine a light punch in the hope of quickly losing and getting on with his day.
"'Your punch destroyed an entire country!'" Pitch-Black read off the screen.
"What?!"
What?! It appeared that Midoriya didn't know his own strength as well as he thought he did.
"Well, I guess we have a win-"
"One more time!" Plague Mask said, cutting off Pitch-Black as he swung his arm with even more rapid speed. "I only got a crappy score like that because I didn't put my back into it! Like this!"
Plague Mask punched the machine again, the force being far above his previous attack. The cushion had a large dent in it, and the machine itself was pushed back a little through the dirt. After a few seconds, the screen displayed the results: "Your punch destroyed the entire planet!"
"Ha! Just try and beat that! Seriously, try. I saw that wimpy punch you used the first time. Don't think you'll get off easy if you pull something like that again."
"O-Okay!" There went Midoriya's plan of escape, dashed aside like dust in the wind. He didn't know what Plague Mask was going to do if he half-assed his second punch, and he didn't have it in him to find out. He shut his eyes, swung at the machine with power that far exceeded the love tap he gave it before, and prayed that one of the multitude of existing deities would help him get a low score.
I-I-I mean, it shouldn't be that hard to do worse than this guy, Midoriya told himself. His punch went from destroying a city to destroying a planet! It's just joking around, but that's still a huge leap, and there's no way I could surpass an increase of that magnitude.
A few seconds had gone by before Midoriya opened his eyes. When he did, he saw his parents and Plague Mask looking at him in shock. He saw the machine with its cushion completely torn apart and the mechanical parts breaking at the seams. He saw the screen, a glitching mess of a thing, displaying his new score: "Your punch ruptured the spacetime continuum and rewrote history!"
"I didn't even know you could get that," Pitch-Black said.
What the hell?! Midoriya screamed in his head.
"What the hell?!" Plague Mask screamed out his mouth.
"Well, doesn't get more decided than that," Pitch-Black said. "Looks like the Beebo doll goes to the kid."
"The hell it does!" Plague Mask, with a single hand, picked up the broken machine and slammed it down in front of Midoriya. Moments later, he slammed his right elbow down on it and pointed his hand towards Midoriya.
"Y-You want to arm wrestle?!"
"Let's. Go."
Midoriya turned back to his parents. Once again, Inko looked just as nervous and confused as him. Once again, Hisashi was just shrugging his shoulders with a blank look on his face. Once again, it was clear that neither one of them would be any help.
"Come on!"
"Just do it already," Pitch-Black said. Midoriya tried to put out another fraction of a protest, but Plague Mask had already grabbed his hand and started the impromptu arm wrestling match.
"Better sit tight kid, 'cause you're going nowhere!"
Plague Mask, as far as Midoriya could tell, was putting everything he had into his arm. It was quite admirable. Less admirable, though, when he thought about how utterly pointless it all was. For all of Plague Mask's strength, it barely felt like anything against his own body. His arm had been moved a little, but only because Midoriya hadn't been completely focused when he was thrown into his ordeal. As of now, his arm was just sitting at a seventy-five degree angle and not moving.
"Is that all you got, kid?! Huh?! That all you got?!"
"No. It's. Not!" Whether out of frustration that this man kept forcing him into stuff he wanted no part of or because he was letting himself be egged on, but all of a sudden, Midoriya found himself putting his all into his arm-or at least a fraction of his all. Whatever percentage of his all that it was, it was all the all he needed to push completely against Plague Mask's arm and slam him against the machine. The man who towered over Midoriya went flying into the air and hit the ground with a tremendous crash.
"Ahhh! I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-are you okay?!"
"'Okay'? 'Okay'? 'Okay'?! You think this is okay?!" Plague Mask shot up off the ground. Overall, he looked perfectly fine, save for the fact that his arm was completely twisted around.
"Ahhhh!"
"You think this is okay, kid?! 'Cause if you do… then you're totally right to do so."
Before Midoriya could question the man, his arm spun back around until it was in its normal position.
"Wh-What?"
"Ha! Got you good, kid! Ah, if I had 100 yen every time I got someone to have that look on your face."
"Yeah, real funny," Midoriya mumbled under his breath.
"But seriously, you're something else, kid. You may look like a walking toothpick, but you pack a hell of a punch, and I respect the hell out of that. Could stand to add a little spin to it to give it some extra power, though."
"Th-Thanks?"
"Hey, I know that I'm interrupting whatever this is supposed to be, but does this mean your dick measuring contest is over and I can just give the kid the doll, already?" Pitch-Black asked.
"I guess? Um, you can have the Lord Beebo doll, sir. That's actually what I was trying to say from the start." Midoriya whispered the last part for obvious reasons.
"Seriously?!" Plague Mask asked.
"Whatever," Pitch-Black sighed as she handed the Beebo doll to Plague Mask.
"I can live without it, and you seem to really want it, so it's no big deal," Midoriya said.
"Well, I don't really need it, either. My boss just told me to get a toy for his kid while I was at the festival, but why not go for gold, right?"
Plague Mask squeezed the doll, and in a rather adorable voice, the doll said "Beebo lo-lo-loves you!"
"The name's Rappa, by the way. When you grow up a little, come find me so we can have a real fight."
"Yeah, sure. That'd be great," Midoriya lied. The man he now knew as Rappa walked away from Midoriya, whistling the theme song to the old Beebo cartoon from the 19XXs, all the while.
"Oh my God, that was terrifying," Midoriya said as soon as Rappa was out of earshot.
"Oh my God, that was terrifying!" Inko said as she and Hisashi walked over to him. "I kept standing there thinking that guy was going to go crazy and try to hurt you!"
"I'm pretty sure 'try' would have been the key word there, honey," Hisashi said.
"Is that why you barely reacted to all of that?"
"Hey, he seemed fine. You were fine, right Izuku?"
"Y-Yeah. That Rappa-san guy was really intimidating, but he seemed like he wasn't that bad a guy. In hindsight, I don't think he would have ever tried to actually hurt me."
"Yeah, for a Yakuza member, he seemed alright," Pitch-Black said.
"I kno-wait, what?"
"That Rappa guy. He's in the Yakuza."
Inko fell backwards, forcing Hisashi to catch her barely conscious body before it could hit the ground.
"Wh-What?! H-He was in the Yakuza?!" Midoriya shouted.
"Yep," Pitch-Black said. "The guy's a member of the Hasigawa Family. You can tell by the mask; all the higher ups of every branch have to wear them."
"Come to think of it, the mask did look familiar," Hisashi said. "Firestorm operates near where I work, and he sometimes has to deal with the rowdier members of the New York branch. Most Heroes don't deal with Yakuza, though, so I'm surprised that they're teaching U.A. students about them."
"Sure, let's go with that," Pitch-Black said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"S-So I really became friends with a Yakuza member?" Midoriya asked.
"I don't want to think about it, anymore," Hisashi said. "Your mother's going to fall into a coma if we keep at this, so let's just go the beauty pageant."
"Please?" Inko cried.
And they did. And they had fun.
The snow sprinkled down onto Midoriya's head and melted with just the slightest touch. He was dressed appropriately for the weather, but he didn't think there'd be much of a problem if he wasn't. Regardless, no reason to pass up a chance to wear his limited edition All Might beanie.
"ARE YOU FULLY PREPARED, KAL-EL?" K.E.L.E.X. asked.
"I'm ready. Let's get started," Midoriya said.
"EXCELLENT. PROCEED WITH SPIRAL MANEUVERING."
Midoriya took in a deep breath before he started spinning around in a circle. He started off spinning slowly, but he gradually started to pick up speed. He went faster and faster and faster still, his appearance eventually becoming indistinguishable from that of a twister, a twister that shot downwards and drilled a hole straight through the flesh of Korusan Island. As quickly as Midoriya started the maneuver, he also brought it to a complete stop with incredible precision and control.
"COMMENCE GIANT HAIL MANEUVER."
Midoriya let out his breath in the form of a powerful burst of freeze breath. He wasn't simply freezing everything in front of him, though. In the seven months since he had first discovered the power, he had been working effortlessly to bring it up to the same level of mastery that he had with his other powers. In doing so, he had discovered that if he blew hard enough and moved his lips and tongue in certain ways, he could not only give his freeze breath solid mass, but also give it specific shapes and forms, like a smoker blowing rings with their exhales. Midoriya wasn't making rings, though, just a large block of ice that started falling towards the ground as soon as he stopped exhaling. However, well before it could hit the ground, Midoriya fired his heat vision at the block of ice, starting at point before quickly moving the beams across its surface area. The beams stopped after creating eight lines across the surface, causing the block of ice to split into nine sharp fragments that stabbed themselves into the ground.
"COMMENCE STRONG TOSS MANEUVER."
Midoriya jumped up in an arc that ended on top of an icicle with a heavy slam. The force wasn't enough to break the ice, but it was enough to push it even further into the rotting flesh. From atop the icicle, Midoriya used his heat vision again to cut a large square around the bottom of the icicle. He then jumped back onto the ground, grabbed the body of the icicle, and pulled up until he had lifted an entire cube of flesh out of the ground. He spun around in a circle twenty times before releasing the giant cube and sending it flying through the air. The cube hit the nearest wall of flesh with such tremendous force that it blew a hole right through it to keep flying into the outside world before landing off in the distance as a small dot.
"EXCELLENT WORK, KAL-EL. YOU HAVE ADVANCED THE MAJORITY OF YOUR ABILITIES TO A PHENOMENAL DEGREE. YOU SHOULD HAVE LITTLE DIFFICULTY IN PASSING YOUR UPCOMING EXAM."
"You think so? Thanks!" Midoriya said.
"WILL YOU BE CONTINUING THE STRONG TOSS MANEUVER WITH THE REMAINING MATERIAL?"
"I could, but if I'm being honest, I didn't make all of these for myself."
K.E.L.E.X. didn't say anything in response. Midoriya knew that he knew there was no need to do so, for they had already shown up as the two were talking. The spawn of Korusan Island had already arrived, rubbing their tentacles across the icicles and growling with grand glee.
During summer vacation, Midoriya had discovered that the monsters responded well to things that they had never seen before. Since then, he started bringing any and all manner of random items to Korusan Island to entertain them when he had the time. He showed them old video reels of All Might saving people, limited edition Justice Society nendoroids, photos of the Earthbound Immortal in the Congo, the kendama with the ball he once juggled for three entire minutes, and many more knick knacks and chotchkies he found lying around. They ate everything up-sometimes literally, sometimes metaphorically-and in time, the creatures that were once so cold to him had become an ardent group of supporters.
"You guys like this, don't you?"
"""Kwaaa! Kwaaa!""" The creatures all cried out.
"IT APPEARS THAT THE MI-GOS DO, INDEED, ENJOY IT," K.E.L.E.X. said, using the name Midoriya had started addressing them by.
They do, don't they? Midoriya asked himself. After I get into U.A., I'm not going to have as much time to come here as I used to. I left a bunch of old books and toys for the Mi-Gos to play with, but it's still a little sad.
"IF YOU ARE DONE WITH YOUR PHYSICAL TRAINING, YOU SHOULD RESUME YOUR STUDIES, KAL-EL."
"Okay, got it."
Even still, I've come too far to stop now. I'm going to get into U.A. For Yaoyorozu-san, for All Might, for all of my parents, and for my myself, I'm definitely going to be a Hero!
The sun had already set by the time Midoriya returned to Musutafu from Nagoya. The street lights were turning on one by one, adding a little brightness to the streets that was magnified by its reflection on the snow. There wasn't anything new to look at; it was the same scenery he had seen countless times over the years. Only thing out of place was a stretch limo on the side of the street opposite of him, the longest limo he had ever seen.
There must be some kind of important politician in town, Midoriya thought to himself. That symbol on the side looks kind of familiar, but I can't really place it.
Midoriya shrugged his shoulder and cast the thought aside. At that moment, all he wanted to think about was getting home and eating dinner. His mother was cooking some of Green Arrow's patented chili, and with it being one of the few foods that he had to blow on because it was hot and not because of reflexes, it was something he never liked to miss out on.
He kept walking home to try and get to it, but then the limo pulled out of its spot and started driving in his direction. Odd, but not too odd, so he kept walking. When he turned a corner, the limo turned the exact same corner. Odd, and also very odd, so he started walking faster. As he did, the limo started moving at an accelerated. Odd, definitely something that warranted concern, so he stopped in place and turned to face the limo. The limo, in response, also stopped moving from its spot.
"C-Can I help you?" Midoriya asked.
One of the windows on the limo rolled down a few centimeters. It didn't create a lot of space, and with the windows tinted black, he couldn't see who was inside.
"{Hey there, boy!}" a voice said from the limo. It was in English and sounded like a young woman, not an old man like he assumed was in the limo.
"Ha-Harro?" Midoriya replied in broken English.
"Oh my, that's quite terrible. Enough of that, now," the voice said, this time in perfect Japanese. "Tell me, what are you doing right now?"
"Why do you care?"
"So nothing important, then. Good. Wanna step inside and chat for a bit?"
"No," he bluntly stated.
"Well, aren't you quick to the draw? Not quick enough to fully deter me, though. I'd still really like it if we could talk for a bit."
"Sorry, but my parents told me not to talk to talking limousines, so I'm just going to go home. Please don't follow me, or I'm going to have to call the police."
Midoriya bowed towards the limo and went back to walking home. He didn't hear the limo moving, so it seemed like whoever was in there had finally given up on him.
"I'd just like to say that I really love your outfit."
Midoriya rolled his eyes. She could talk if she wanted to, but he was just going to ignore it.
"Kind of a light outfit, though. It's almost zero degrees out, yet you're walking around like it's fall."
Midoriya was just going to ignore that.
"You must be pretty tough to not be affected by this."
Midoriya was just going to ignore that.
"Or maybe it's just a perk of your special biology."
Midoriya stopped dead in his tracks. His ears just picked up something that he couldn't rightfully ignore.
"What?" he asked.
"Don't look so surprised. It's common for people like you to have a bit of an immunity to the elements. Oh, wait, that's stereotyping, isn't it? I'm terribly sorry, I'm just nervous. After all, it's not every day you get to talk to an alien."
Everything in Midoriya's body-his mind, his gut, his soul-was telling him to run away and keep running until he was away from everything. He didn't know who this was, but if they knew what they were talking about, then that couldn't be the best way to go about this.
He didn't know if walking towards the limo was the better option, but it was the only thing he could think of doing.
"That's more like it," the voice said. "Mercy, be a dear and get the door for him."
The door to the driver's seat opened up, and out stepped a brunette woman in a black uniform who towered over Midoriya. He only glanced at her as he stepped inside the limousine, but she had to have been around 190 centimeters, possibly even larger than that.
"That'll be all, Mercy. I'll call on you again if I need you."
Mercy closed the door, leaving Midoriya to wade through over half a dozen bags from Animate, Book-Off, and Kinokuniya in order to sit down. Then he was all alone in the limo with the person who knew who he was. Just like he thought, the mystery person was a young woman, though to his surprise, she didn't look any older than him. She had a svelte figure brilliantly showcased by a green and purple pants suit, a head of dark red hair flowing down her back like lava, and a face containing blue eyes that stared at him as if every part of his person was being catalogued. He didn't like it at all.
"Who are you?" Midoriya asked.
"Isn't it customary of the Japanese to introduce themselves when meeting someone for the first time?" the girl asked.
"I'm… Izuku Midoriya. Who. Are. You."
"'Who am I'? You really don't know? I know you're just a kid, but that shouldn't be a real excuse for not knowing me. Is my company really falling so far behind Wayne-Powers that my family can't be recognized that easily?"
"'Company'? 'Family'? What are you-"
All of a sudden, it all started flying through his head. The red hair, the green and purple outfit, the condescending tone and glare, the symbol that looked like a slanted "L". It all flew together through his mind until everything converged onto one irrefutable truth.
"Y-You. You! You-You're one of them, you're a member of the Luthor family, aren't you?!"
"And the last horse crosses the finish line," she said with sarcastic slow clapping.
This is bad.
"Alexis Lois Luthor, but my friends, the few that exist, call me 'Lexi'."
This is worse! Of all the Luthors, it's the Luthor!
"I must say, you're looking quite pale, Izuku. Are you sick? Can your kind even get sick?"
"Th-This isn't about me! Well, it is, but it's about how you're making this about me! How are you making this about me! All-All the people who should know about me should be my parents, government people, and the Top Ten Heroes! How do you know about me?!"
"I'm a Luthor."
Midoriya stared at Alexis for thirty seconds, but nothing else came out of her mouth. Apparently that was the only explanation he was getting out of her.
"Oh, relax. I'm not evil; I wash my hands just like everybody else. We Luthors have been out of the evil game for decades. Sure, Aunt Nasty took a shot at it, but that was less her wanting to take over the world and more her having a midlife crisis. Then again, why shouldn't a person be allowed to build a Death Ray when they turn forty? I'm getting off track, so let's get back to making something clear: if I wanted to do something bad to you, you wouldn't even be here for us to talk about it."
Midoriya had an audible gulp. He could feel a sincerity and inkling of truth to her words, but that didn't make them any less imposing and intimidating. That's what happens, he supposed, when your grandfather was one of the greatest men to ever live in terms of both heroism and villainy.
"What do you want, Alexis-san?" Midoriya asked.
"That is the question, isn't it? You see, I came to your fine little country with my parents on a business meeting with some of your tech companies-"
"Then why are there a bunch of shopping bags on the floor?" Midoriya asked in reference to the plastic bags from the anime retailers.
"I'm not allowed to do two things?"
"Just… Just continue."
"Good. Where was I? Oh, right, being in Japan while my parents get wasted. Whenever I'm forced to go on one of their little trips, I usually just try and find a corner of the room to sit in by myself for a week, but since it was Japan, I decided to break out of that and figure out what was going on with you."
"M-Me? Why would you-" All manner of words escaped him as Alexis leaned in close and got right in his face.
"It's not as if you're on constant surveillance all day every day, but those who know about you have a basic idea of what you're doing with your life," Alexis said, leaning in closer and making Midoriya fall back into his seat. "You nearly killed your childhood friend when you were four years old, traumatizing you so badly that you tried to never stick out in the crowd."
Alexis leaned in closer and made Midoriya fall further back into his seat.
"You did a good job of that for ten years, give or take, but then all of a sudden, you decided to steer clear of the path that ends with becoming a number-crunching, pencil-pushing salaryman, and you went back to your boyhood dream of becoming a Hero. Why, though? Why is that important again? Why would you go back on that path after so long and after what you did? What reason could you possibly have?"
At that point, Alexis was leaning in so close that their noses were practically touching, even as Midoriya fell back into his seat as much as was physically possible. Off the top of his head, he couldn't remember if even the Ultra-Humanite was able to be this intimidating.
"I-It's just like you said. I spent my whole life trying to hide who I am because of what happened when I was a kid," Midoriya said. "To me, the only way I could ever make amends was to give up on my dreams, and for a while, I thought I was fine with that. But someone made me admit that I was just lying to myself, and that-that's no way to live.
"I haven't forgotten about what I did, but I want to prove that I can be who I am, in spite of all of that. I want to prove that I have every right to be who I want to be, even if everyone says that that's wrong. So long as I'm drawing breath, I'm going to be true to myself and not let anyone stop me from doing what I want to do, even if that person might be myself!"
The inside of the limo was silent, save for the shaking of Midoriya's body and the small bits of air escaping Alexis' nostrils. At some point-Midoriya was too on edge to keep proper track of time-Alexis backed away from Midoriya and went back to staring at him from her original position.
Then she giggled. It wasn't a maniacal laugh, it wasn't a villainous chortle, it was a completely wholesome fit of giggling. Oddly enough, the wholesomeness of it made it even more unsettling.
"Oh my God, I can't believe you actually said all that!" Alexis said with a laugh. "I haven't heard anything so schmaltzy since Granny Lois' last talk show appearance! Ah, but it's not so bad, though. It's actually the exact kind of spiel I was hoping you'd give. Now that I know that you're thinking like that, I can move forward with my decision."
"Wh-What's that?"
"I'm going to enter U.A."
Once again, silence entered the limo. A silence that remained unbroken for several seconds before Midoriya sent a punch straight through a window. Alexis didn't look like she cared, and he was glad for that.
"Wh-Wh-What?! Y-Y-Y-You're going to try and be a Hero?!"
"No, I have no interest in that kind of work. Why spend your life trying to save the world when you can just rule it? Besides, my Quirk isn't really one that's fit for combat, so I'm going put my talents to better use in the Support Department. In the spring, I'll start managing LexCorp's Japanese branch here in Tokyo, set up shop at a fancy hotel somewhere, and spend my days living the life of a good little JK. I might even eat toast while running to school, if the opportunity might arise. Mercy might do it, too."
"I'm not running around with toast in my mouth," Mercy said from the driver's seat.
"Suit yourself."
"Why?!" Midoriya asked. "Why would you-wait, Mercy-san is coming with you? Is she going to be a teacher, then?"
"What? No, she'll be a student. She's the same age as us, you know."
"She is? But she looks so much older."
"I drink a lot of milk," Mercy said.
"As expected of an American-wait, we're getting off track, again! Why U.A.? Shouldn't there be schools in America on the same level, like Gotham Academy, or the one your grandfather made?"
"True, the Lex Luthor Institution of Accelerated Humanity is a fine Hero School, but it doesn't interest me. By going to U.A., I get to spend my time inside the heart and soul of our society. By going to U.A., I can instantly satisfy the needs of all of my favorite hobbies. By going to U.A., I can fully indulge in my latest interest: you."
"M-Me?"
"Who else matters? That is, of course, if you'll let yourself interest me. You probably think the worst of me, but I do want us to be friends, Izuku. What about you?"
"I-I just want to leave, Alexis-san."
Alexis stared at him with a look of contempt before opening the door for Midoriya. Snow flew inside the limo as he stepped back into the outside world.
"See you in class, Izuku. I'm sure it'll be lots of fun."
Midoriya didn't know what he said, but it was probably a rather weak form of agreement. The limo started up again and drove away from its spot. Once it was fully out of sight, Midoriya allowed himself to collapse into the snow.
Winter. The time of year when people come together in love and camaraderie. The time of year when all unfinished business gets closed up. The time of year when people put the past aside and set out to make a fresh start for themselves. I'm still doing that, but if I'm being honest, I have no idea what I'm going to do with it, anymore.
It feels like I'm melting into my seat as I let out a sigh. That's what happens when a plan finally comes to fruition after so long, I guess.
"Sounds like things went well," Mercy said.
"They went spectacularly," I said with a smile. "He looked like a wimp and couldn't control the conversation to save his life, but when he finally managed to, it was a sight to behold."
"It did sound pretty impressive. From what I could hear through all the stuttering, at least."
I laughed again. Izuku certainly isn't the kind of person Grandfather would care about if he were still alive, but that's the difference between the two of us. I don't let first impressions define a person for the rest of their life.
You have to learn to move past that to properly crush people, no matter how much you might like them.
Winter. The time of year when people come together in love and camaraderie. The time of year when all unfinished business gets closed up. The time of year when people do some other third thing that circles back to some manner of sentimental nonsense. I bet Izuku's the kind of person to come up with a third thing, and well. That's just great for me.
Write a transitional chapter, I said, it'll be quick and easy, I said, 20,000 words later. The things I do for you people. Speaking of you people, I've decided to give you all a poll to vote on for a short story! All the options will get written at some point, so this basically decides which one you want to read first. I don't think you can make polls on this site, so if you want to vote, either go on another site (FFN, Spacebattles, or Sufficient Velocity)or say what you want in the comments. The options are as follows: "A story about Jirou", "A story about Eri", "A story about Endeavor", and "A story about All for One". Results will be tallied from all of the sites this story's posted on, so get to voting, and when you're done with that, get to adding stuff to the TvTropes page!
Chapter 10: The Conqueror
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When Midoriya woke up the following morning, his feelings of unease hadn't faded in the slightest. Even after getting a full night's sleep and warming himself up with a nice blanket and a bowl of Green Arrow's blazing hot chili, the tension lodged into his chest refused to move. By simple routine, he knew that his mother was telling him to have a good day at school as he walked out the door, but he didn't feel like he heard a single word come out of her mouth.
As he walked to school, the feeling made no attempt to fade away into nothing. If he had to hazard a guess, not even running into All Might again would be able to do anything.
As if the universe wanted to test the theory, All Might appeared in his skinny form, running towards Midoriya while shouting "Midoriya, my boy!"
"A-All Might! It's been a while, hasn't it?" Midoriya said after All Might stopped to catch his breath and wipe blood off of his mouth. "I heard you were in Kansas for a week helping Ma Hunkel and her granddaughter fight T.O. Morrow. How'd that go?"
"Guy tried to trigger a massive earthquake across the midsouth, but we put a stop to him. Also gave me time to catch up with an old friend-no, this isn't important!" All Might said. "I have something of vital importance to tell you. I was talking to one of my associates at U.A., and there's an absolutely insane applicant for the next school year. The applicant is-"
"Alexis Luthor of the Luthor family."
All Might blinked at Midoriya several times with an agape jaw.
"Y-Yes, that's correct. How do you know about that, though?"
"We, um, kind of met last night. She stalked me, told me she was going to U.A., and then I passed out in the snow."
"Huh. That's… something."
"You're telling me," Midoriya said.
"However, it's not the most important thing, I'm afraid. I never told you this before because I didn't want you to stress out over it, but there's a strong chance that Alexis, and by extension the entire Luthor family-"
"Know I'm an alien. Yeah, they know. She knows. She told me in-between the stalking and the passing out."
From Midoriya's perspective, it looked as if All Might's jaw was going to be buried in the snow.
"I'm doing a lot less than I thought I'd be," All Might said. "How are you holding up? Did you tell your parents about it?"
"Of course not! If I told them about this, they'd be freaking out as much as I am. Then again, should I even be freaking out? What do you think?"
"That's a pretty tough one. The Luthors have always been a hard group to get a read on, and that goes all the way back to Lex Luthor, himself. On the one hand, he spent half of his life being one of society's greatest Heroes. He donated to every charity under the sun, used his technology to decrease poverty and starvation on a global scale, and America is still benefiting from the tremendous economic reforms he ushered in as President. Not to mention how instrumental he was in ending World War III.
"However, that was the second half of his life; the first half, as we all know, was devoted to being one of society's greatest Villains. War profiteering in third-world countries by selling weapons to both sides, hiring terrorists to help allow his unethical dealings to go through, and all the times he put good people out on the street just for looking at him funny. Not to mention how much damage he did whenever he got the Injustice Gang together to try and take over the world.
"It's probably because of how far Lex went into both extremes that the entire family exudes an enigmatic collective consciousness. One minute, a Luthor will be a kindhearted humanitarian, but then the next minute they'll kick you to the curb for doing something they think is stupid-and that's a long list for them. Either way, they haven't done anything blatantly evil in decades, so this probably won't spiral into something chaotic. That's what I think, at least. You talked with her, what do you think?"
A question for the ages. On the one hand, Alexis didn't appear to be lying when she said she wasn't going to tell anyone about him; as intimidating as she was, Midoriya could feel a sense of honesty from her. On the other hand, everything about her-her speech, her posture, her charisma, her lack of personal space-was utterly terrifying, the proof of that shown in how he was still rattled by her hours after their first meeting. On the third, nonexistent hand, he still had the U.A. entrance exam to worry about. That's what needed to be the most important thing on his mind, not hypotheticals about what Alexis might or might not do to him.
"Personally, I don't think Alexis-san is going to try and hurt me, at least not right now," Midoriya said. "I still don't know if I can completely trust her, but if there's no real reason to be afraid, then I need to stay focused on passing the exam."
"Heh! I was hoping you'd say something like that!" All Might shouted, exploding into his muscular form. "You've got to keep your priorities in check, and letting some haughty girl keep you up at night just has to be near the bottom of the list! You're on the home stretch, Midoriya, my boy, and now it's time to clench your asshole and jump over to the finish line!"
"Y-Yeah! I don't really know about that last part, but yeah!"
"Don't worry, you'll get it, eventually. What you need to be getting right now is on your way to school! You're going to be late!"
Midoriya apologized, said his farewells, and ran off to stop himself from being late on account of his idol.
A week had passed, and Midoriya had kept his word to a certain extent. He couldn't stop himself from completely blocking out his meeting with Alexis, a true testament to how some things were easier said than done, but it was no longer torturing him every second of the day, just every other second. It wasn't the best of circumstances, but it was something, however much that actually mattered.
It was going to have to matter a lot, because that day, February 29th., was the day of the U.A. Entrance Exam. The day when all of his hard work was going to come together.
And no matter what, it has to come together well, Midoriya told himself. He walked forward through the dozens upon dozens of students also heading towards the giant, pristine-looking, H-shaped building, their shared walkway bordered by busts of the Justice Society-founding members and later additions alike. The entrance to the building was divided into four lines, which Midoriya figured was because the written exam would have slightly different questions depending on whether or not your powers came from a Quirk, the Metagene, magic, or some form of mutation.
"So I guess I'm going in the Quirk line," Midoriya said. "Sure are a lot of people going in that one. I guess that makes sense when you consider how many people in the world have Quirks compared to other powers-"
"Stop standing around and move, Deku!" Midoriya jumped back when he heard Bakugou shouting at him.
"S-Sorry, Kacchan. But hey, l-let's just both do our best, okay?"
"Last I checked, I'm not the one who has to worry about that. If you fuck this up, I'll fuck you up, got it?"
Bakugou walked away from Midoriya as he offered a meek and stuttered "Yes". It was about what he expected. Nothing he couldn't handle. He managed to keep his thoughts about Alexis to a minimum, he could stop himself from getting tripped up by Bakugou being Bakugou. At the very least, he could stop himself from getting tripped up in an emotional sense. Getting tripped up in the physical sense was still on the table, however, as evidenced by Midoriya doing just that. Embarrassing, yes, but it wasn't as if the fall would actually hurt him.
He didn't even have to worry about the fall, since it was prevented by his body suddenly floating in midair, and not thanks to power of flight he forgot he had.
"Hey, you're okay, right?" someone asked him. It was the same someone who put his feet back on the ground and was seemingly the same someone who had stopped him from falling.
As he suspected, the person who helped him out was a girl, a brunette who was undoubtedly a fellow applicant. Her outfit was a clean cut, fancy-looking school uniform awkwardly contrasted with the beat up scarf around her neck messily embroidered with two golden "W"s. The face that looked at him was round and innocent, yet at the same time nervous and bearing a closed off expression.
"I-I shouldn't have done that, right? You probably had a way of helping yourself, or maybe you didn't even care about falling."
"N-No, that's not it. I mean, you're not wrong about both of those things, but-"
"I should get going. Sorry to bother you."
Awkward Scarf walked away from Midoriya before he could get out the proper thanks. He kept his eyes glued on her back all the way up until she entered the Metahuman line. To the right of her, a boy with the head of a bird scratched his stomach while he stood in the magic user line. Across the entire scene, a pink-skinned girl bounced back and forth between the Quirk line and the mutation line before a black-haired boy grabbed her arm and pulled her into the Quirk line.
Everyone was getting ready for one of the most important days of their lives. It was about time Midoriya did the same.
Two hours later, and the written exam had come and gone. Midoriya didn't want to come off as braggadocious, but he had no doubts that he got a near perfect score on the test. He was always near the top of the class in junior high, so he knew the written exam wouldn't be too much of a challenge, but his study sessions with K.E.L.E.X. and Yaoyorozu made it all come even more naturally. No amount of book learning could help him with the next part of the exam, though.
After finishing the written exam, Midoriya and everyone else were ushered into a lecture hall, most likely to have the specifics of the practical exam explained to them. They were all sat in order of their exam ID numbers. Midoriya was #1938, so Bakugou, examinee #1941, sat a few seats away from him.
"Okay boys and girls, time to settle down! It's time to begin today's live performance. Everybody say 'HEY'!" shouted a leather clad man with sunglasses and a speaker system around his neck.
There was no response.
"Guess you're all too nervous to speak. Fine, I'll do all the talking while I give you low-down on the practical exam! Are you ready?! YEAH!"
There was still no response.
"What? It's just Present Mic?" someone asked.
"I thought Music Meister always did this part," another someone said. "I got excited for nothing!"
"Yeah, well that asshole doesn't work here anymore, so just deal with it! {Fucking Neil Patrick Harris.}" Present Mic shouted the last part in English.
"I can't believe no one's excited about this! It's the Voice Hero, Present Mic!" Midoriya mumbled. "I listen to his radio show every week for inspiration. It's so cool that U.A. and other schools like it can get Pro Heroes as teachers!"
"Shut up, Deku," Bakugou said.
"Ahem. Anyway!" Present Mic shouted. The screen behind him shifted to display ten squares labeled "A" through "J" being connected to a single one labeled "Current Location". "After this presentation, you'll all be entering ten minute long 'Mock Cityscape Maneuvers' in one of ten different locations on school grounds. Bring whatever you want; you'll probably need it, and then some!"
"So we're all being split into groups?" Midoriya asked no one. "That makes sense. Kacchan and I can't be the only people applying who went to the same school. They must do this to split people up and make sure no one gets help from their friends."
"Dammit. Now I'm gonna have to wait until school starts to crush you," Bakugou said, freaking out the uninvolved persons sitting between them.
"Each city will be filled to the brim with robots acting as Villains trying to crush every idealistic bone in your body!" The screen shifted to display silhouettes of three different robots: one that looked like it moved on a single wheel, one that resembled a scorpion, and one that looked bulky and had missile launchers on its shoulders. "It's your job to get an early start on your future careers and take them down, either by immobilizing them or through pure, unadulterated carnage! You get either one, two or three points for each robot you take down, but you get zilch for attacking other people, so don't you dare think about it!"
"Excuse me, sir, but I have a question!" shouted a bespectacled young boy with a stern look on his face. "You said that we will encounter three different kinds of Villains, so why does the handout mention four kinds? A school as well-respected as U.A. shouldn't allow itself to make such a critical error for something so important! Even more concerning, however, is you!"
He was pointing right at Midoriya. He only managed to get out a weak "Yes" in response.
"You've been muttering about nonsense from the very start, distracting everyone in here! Is this some sort of game to you?"
"You're the one interrupting the lecture, you know," Midoriya said, the words coming out before he could even process them.
"What?!" People started laughing at Glasses as he scowled at Midoriya. This wasn't at all how Midoriya wanted things to go.
"Okay, that's enough people, no need to worsen the burn," Present Mic said. "Examinee #6591, nice job catching that. There is a fourth Villain, one for every site, but you don't get any points for beating it. It's just an obstacle!"
A fourth silhouette appeared on the screen, this one bearing resemblance to an armored knight wielding an axe.
"You've all heard of that VR game Sentries of the Last Cosmos, right? Think of it as a high-level agent of the Dark Regent! Nothing but a monster causing a mess everywhere it goes!"
"I see. I apologize for the interruption!" Glasses said, his face still red from earlier.
"That's all you need to know, my faithful listeners!" Present Mic shouted. "A true Hero embodies the aspects of Wisdom, Wonder, Mystery, and Entropy, and you'll need all of that and more to even have a chance at passing! So throw all you've got in a blender and go beyond! PLUS ULTRA!"
That actually did earn a response from the crowd.
After the lecture concluded, a bus came that drove Midoriya and dozens of other applicants to Test Site B. Midoriya, now dressed in green sweats, couldn't stop himself from being in awe of everything. He knew that U.A. sported a massive campus ground, but he never imagined that it would be large enough to house a massive fake city, let alone nine more just like it. The other people who would be entering it were no different. Everyone looked so much more confident than him, even after all the lengths he had gone through to prepare himself, and some of them even had weapons to fight with. He didn't need weapons, but they were still cool to look at.
As Midoriya kept observing the crowd, he caught sight of the girl from earlier, Awkward Scarf. It looked like they would be in the same test site, so he had another chance to thank him for earlier. He took a few steps to carry out the thought, but stopped himself with a quickness matching the thought when it had first emerged.
"Are you trying to bother that girl over there?" Glasses, who was apparently also at Test Site B, asked. "Can't you see-"
"That she's busy? Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. I wanted to talk to her, but it's not that important, so it can wait."
"Oh. Well… good!" Glasses said with a flustered face. Midoriya guessed that he was expecting a fight and didn't know what to do now that that hadn't happened.
"AND START!"
"Huh?" Midoriya could have sworn he had heard Present Mic's voice. He didn't see him anywhere, but his Metahuman ability could easily allow him to project his voice from a distance. But if Midoriya heard right, he was telling them all to start.
"What, were you expecting a countdown? This ain't Houston, kids! Get a move on, already!" While everything was still swimming through Midoriya's head, the other test takers had already made their way into the fake city.
"I'm falling behind!" Midoriya shouted. He took his own turn at entering the fake city, and with his super speed, the last person in ended up at the front of the pack. After gaining a sizeable distance on the people who hadn't scattered off into different directions, Midoriya stopped running to figure out his next move.
"Okay, it was good that I got ahead of everyone, but now what?" Midoriya asked himself. "I could keep running around and just destroy every robot I find, but I don't know the specifics of how they function. If their AI is highly advanced, they'd catch on to me pretty quickly and either hide themselves from sight or avoid any area I'm in and go after someone else. If I fly up, I can expand my enhanced sight and X-ray vision to locate a lot of 3-Point robots and snipe them with heat vision. Ah, but they have those missile launchers. They probably have those specifically for people capable of flight, and without knowing the range and destructive capabilities, it might be risky to provoke so many of them at once-"
Midoriya's stream of consciousness was interrupted by a 2-Point robot crashing into a building on his left. There was a large handprint in its side, but Midoriya didn't remember hitting it.
"What do you think you're doing spacing out like that?" a person asked. The person-a gi-clad girl with orange tied into a side ponytail-must have been the one to destroy the robot.
"Was I? I didn't even notice."
"Yeah, because you were spacing out. Duh!" Side Ponytail said. "You're lucky I was here, otherwise that robot would have cleaned your clock."
"Really? You didn't have to do that."
"Of course I did! I know we're all competing against each other, but that doesn't mean we should just let other people get hurt."
"That's true, and I appreciate it, but you didn't need to do that with me. I don't think that robot would have been able to hurt me."
"Oh, is that right?" Side Ponytail asked, hands on her hips as she bent forward towards him. "That's a pretty cocky attitude you've got there. We're trying to enter the best Hero school in the country, so don't you think you should take this more seriously?"
Midoriya was about to offer another rebuttal, but before he could, a 3-Point robot burst onto the scene. It fired a missile from one of its shoulder turrets at the two of them, and in the split second it took Side Ponytail to notice, Midoriya had already jumped in front of her, kicked the missile into the air, and blasted the robot with his heat vision, the robot and the missile exploding at the same time.
"Huh. Hey, my name's Itsuka Kendou. Yours?"
"Izuku Midoriya."
"Well Midoriya, it looks like I stand corrected. You clearly have a handle on this, so I won't bother you about it. Good luck, and sorry for doubting you."
"Don't worry about it! And thanks!" Midoriya called out as Kendou ran off with a wave of a now giant-sized hand.
"Okay, I destroyed one robot for three points, so now I just need to destroy… actually, they never said the minimum number of points you need to pass, so I guess I just need to keep attacking them…"
Midoriya trailed off as he saw a 1-Point robot closing in on someone who had tripped over a rock. It didn't look like they were going to get up in time to avoid getting hit, and Midoriya didn't know if he could comfortably look for other robots to fight with this scene lodged in the back of his mind. He had enough things lodged in his head, so he sped over to the fallen applicant and used his body as a shield a split second before the attack could connect. The 1-Point robot's claw struck Midoriya without fail, but the sheer difference in power resulted in its claw breaking apart at the seams.
"Are you alright?!" Midoriya asked. The applicant said that they were and stood up. "Okay, that's good. You got to this one first, or maybe it got to you first? Either way, you can have this one. I'll find another one and-"
Just like a mere moment ago, Midoriya caught sight of a robot-a 2-Point robot-attacking an applicant. He thought it was an applicant, anyway. There was a pair of gloves floating in the air, but no body that they were attached to while they flew around in a frantic motion. Nevertheless, Midoriya didn't hesitate to run over to the scene, grab the robot by its tail, and put it into a powerful flip that landed it on its back.
"Okay, you can finish it off now," Midoriya said.
"Wait, what? You're not going to do that?" Floating Gloves asked, apparently being a girl.
"It was your kill, after all. Go ahead."
"Wow, thanks! Just wish I knew how to-oh, hey, an off button!"
Sure enough, there was a comically large off button on the robot's underside. Floating Gloves pressed it, and after a few seconds, the 2-Point robot stopped fidgeting and completely powered down.
"Thanks for the help!" Floating Gloves cheered as she ran off. Now that she was gone, Midoriya really needed to concentrate on his own exam. He really needed to do that, but then there was another applicant being cornered by not one, not three, but two robots.
That's not fair, Midoriya told himself as he raced over to the scene.
Today had hardly been going as Iida had planned. He had expected the exam to proceed in a completely orderly manner. The calmness with which everyone completed the written exam made it appear as if his hypothesis would be true, and he took a certain amount of pride in that.
But then came the lecture for the practical exam. All he did was two things: try and question something that seemed illogical, and call out a boy with a spitcurl for being disruptive. He had the nerve to turn things around and get everyone laughing at him. In hindsight, perhaps Iida could have had better timing with his questioning, but that was neither here nor there. There was nothing but irrelevant annoyances, and here was the practical exam that he needed to stay focused on.
From the very beginning of the exam, Iida had been speeding along through the fake city, the engines in his legs ablaze. The exam had been running for a little over two minutes, and if his calculations were correct, he had amassed a total of thirty-seven points. That was probably more than enough, but better safe than sorry, he supposed.
"There!" Iida shouted to no one. A 1-Point robot was milling about without a single opponent to fight. He'd have to correct that.
"You're mine!" Flames shot out of Iida's engines as he dashed at the robot. The robot tried to strike at him with a metal claw, but Iida was too fast. He dodged the attack with ease, leapt into the air, and hit the robot square in the face with a downward kick. The robot wasted no time in exploding into bits.
"Alright, that's thirty-eight-"
"DESTROY!" Before Iida could finish his sentence, another robot appeared on the scene. It was a 3-Point robot, and at the same time Iida turned to face it, it had already fired a barrage of missiles. Just like before, Iida was more than fast enough to dodge the attacks, but this time, numbers had become a definite issue. He could outpace the missiles, but the sheer number of them was overwhelming. He couldn't make any progress forward towards the robot, he could barely move at all. It didn't take a genius to know that he was going to get hit if he didn't think of something.
He didn't think of something.
The explosion of the missile sent Iida hurtling to the ground. The damage was manageable, but it was still damage. It was taking him a while to get back on his feet. He might have exhausted himself more than he thought. A quick drink of juice would take care of that, but he didn't have time for that. Didn't have time for it because he was putting all of his effort into standing up. Didn't have time for it because the robot had moved to be right in front of him.
Didn't need time for it because Spitcurl, the same muttering boy from the lecture hall, came in out of nowhere and stomped on the robot with enough force to completely smash it to bits.
Him again! Iida shouted in his head. It wasn't enough for him to try and humiliate me in the lecture hall. Now he's even stealing my points!
"Oh no, it got destroyed! I didn't think I hit it that hard. I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to steal your kill!" Spitcurl said.
"Excuse me?" Iida asked, finally standing up.
"Oh, you're the guy from earlier. I'm sorry about what happened in the lecture hall. I didn't mean to make people laugh at you. I just have a lot going on-ah, but everyone does, so that's probably not a good excuse. Still, I'm really sorry about that. See you later-"
"Wait!" Iida shouted. "What-Why did you do that?!"
"I told you, it was an accident! I wanted to leave the robot intact enough for you to take care of-"
"Why were you here at all?! I was going to get up eventually, and there's no way that these machines would have done any lethal damage, yet you decided to get yourself involved!"
"Well, yeah. You looked like you were in trouble, so I just decided to help you."
"Because I looked-are you an idiot?! We're in the middle of an exam! You can't waste time worrying about other people!"
"But isn't a Hero supposed to save as many people as they can?"
Iida just stared at him, unable to come up with any sort of retort. He felt like he was on the verge of one, but then Spitcurl said that he needed to leave and flew off into the air.
That guy really does take me for some kind of fool, Iida told himself as he drank a swig of juice from one of the bottles on his belt. Of course a Hero needs to save people; my brother and the friends of our family have made that clear to me ever since I was a child. This isn't the time for that, though! Worrying about other people can be saved for after the exam!
Then it hit Iida with enough power to make him drop his bottle of juice.
What am I even saying? What kind of Hero would want to put off saving people? That's not how a Hero is supposed to act! Defeating your enemies is supposed to come second to saving the lives of those around you! If that's the case, then his actions make perfect sense!
If U.A. truly is the greatest Hero school in the country, then they must expect their students-even potential students-to exhibit all aspects of heroism. So while we're only officially being tested on how many Villains we can defeat, we're also secretly being tested on how many people we can assist! That guy was able to figure out the true purpose of the exam while everyone else… while I was stuck on what was presented on the surface! We might be the same age, but he's clearly far above me in more than just power!
A new resolve had emerged inside Iida, one that was going to make him handle the exam in ways he hadn't planned for. At the same time, he caught sight of a girl with frog-like features wrapping her tongue around the tail of a 2-Point robot, but failing to bring it down to the ground.
"Don't worry, miss! I'll be ready to assist you in a flash!" Iida shouted as he dashed over to assist her.
As the exam continued onwards, All Might snuck into the private viewing room, hopefully with the stealthiness of a ferocious liger.
"You're late," said a man dressed in black with bandage-like objects around his neck.
It was possible that ligers weren't the stealthiest creatures in the animal kingdom.
"Oh, Aizawa-kun! Sorry about that. I meant to get here on time, but there was a bank robbery, then there was a near car crash, then there was a murder of crows stuck in a well-"
"Aren't you supposed to be doing less work?" Aizawa asked.
"Oh, don't be too hard on him. There's still a little more than half of the exam left, so there's still plenty that he can contribute," said what looked to be some manner of talking animal. "Sit down and we'll fill you in on everything."
"Yes, sir," All Might said with a bow before sitting down next to the creature, Principal Nedzu.
"For the most part, the exam has proceeded the same as it does every year. The majority of applicants are focused solely on destroying the robots, the results varying from person to person. The one who's had the most success with this is applicant #1941, Katsuki Bakugou. He's been able to destroy every robot that's crossed his path, and he has yet to show a single sign of fatigue. His file says that he suffered a major injury at a young age that required intensive surgery, but that doesn't seem to be slowing him down, in the slightest."
Katsuki Bakugou. All Might remembered Midoriya talking about him once or twice. He was the one Midoriya hurt as a child, the other half of the incident that made Midoriya swear off heroism for a decade. It was good to know that both boys were able to move past the incident, even if it was to different extents.
"However, far more impressive is what's going on at Test Site B." The screens on the wall opposite to All Might and the other teachers changed to show multiple angles of a boy in green saving a purple-haired dwarf from one of the robots. All Might didn't know who the smaller child was, but he was clearly being assisted by Midoriya.
"What's up with this?" All Might asked, feigning ignorance.
"Examinee #1938. Izuku Midoriya. You know, the alien." There was a surge of grumbling from the observers. All Might couldn't blame them for it. "Midoriya-kun's physiology grants him a wide variety of powers such as super strength, super speed, flight, and heat vision. With this powerset, you'd think that he'd have dozens upon dozens of robots destroyed, but at this point, he's only amassed a total of ten Villain Points."
"Only ten?"
"We're surprised, too," a bespectacled woman in a business suit said. "Principal Nedzu's been in charge of monitoring Test Site B, but the rest of us have had a few peeks at it, and we can't wrap our heads around his behavior. He's gone around the entire test site twice, but he's barely gone after robots that weren't attacking people."
"Really?" Nedzu changed the screens again to display more images of Midoriya with different timestamps. At every one of them, Midoriya was helping someone who was having trouble with one of the robots, even if they were far off from his initial location.
All Might couldn't help but smile. It was like watching a young him.
"It's not just Midoriya-kun who's doing this," Nedzu said. "Take a look at this."
The images on the screens changed again. They were still at Test Site B, but All Might didn't see Midoriya in any of the images. Instead, he saw a boy with engines in his legs helping a frog girl take down a robot. He saw a blonde boy shoot a laser out of his stomach to destroy a missile before it could hit someone in the face. He saw a girl with a nervous expression make several people float in the air to avoid an enemy attack. He saw all of this and many other examples of kids assisting their fellow applicants.
"It's unsettling," Aizawa said. "It's normal to get a couple of people who spend more time protecting people than destroying the robots, but nearly half the people at the site are doing it. We've never once had that many people acting like this at a single site. It's almost like they know about the other part of the exam."
As the words left Aizawa's mouth, everyone in the room turned their attention towards Present Mic.
"Don't look at me! I didn't say anything about it! I wouldn't do that a third time!" Present Mic shouted. "I bet you wouldn't get on the Music Meister's case like this."
"Of course not. The Music Meister's an international treasure who never would have done it a single time, let alone three."
"HEY!"
"Okay, that's enough teasing," Nedzu said. "Yamada-kun didn't tell the kids about the other part of the exam. Just like every year, the only method of earning points that people were told about was to fight and defeat the robots. However, all of a sudden the majority of children in Test Site B have started to prioritize helping out their fellow man over their own success. There's no clear cut explanation for it, but if I had to guess, I'd say that it's because of Midoriya-kun."
"Youthinkthisisbecauseofthealienchild? Whatmakesyousaythat?" asked a man in a dark bodysuit with a trenchcoat and a Glasgow smile.
"Midoriya-kun was the first one to make a habit of protecting people. In this society, good deeds like that become infectious when performed by someone who knows what they're doing, so from watching him, people started to think 'If someone as strong as him thinks that this is more important, then I should do it, too!' They start following his example, and they, in turn, inspire more people to protect their fellow man. Then those people inspire more people to inspire more people to inspire more people-well, you get where I'm going with this."
All Might certainly did. The boy hadn't even entered U.A., yet he had already gotten a start on bringing people together under a single flag, on uniting everyone with the strength of his heart and charisma. If All Might ever had any doubts about Midoriya, they vanished into thin air right then and there.
"However, it's important to know if these kids can keep their ideals and aren't simply blowing smoke. Yamada-kun, do the thing."
"OH, YEAH!"
"ORA!" A boy with hardened skin punched the head off of a 2-Point robot, a robot that Midoriya had used his freeze breath to pin to a wall before it could skewer him on its tail.
"Okay, that should do it," Midoriya said.
"Thanks for the help, man! You rock!" Hard Skin said with a toothy grin. Midoriya stuttered something along the lines of "No problem" before answering his fist bump. As he watched the Xth. person he saved run off somewhere, Midoriya breathed a sigh of both relief and annoyance.
"What is wrong with me?!" Midoriya shouted. "The exam's more than halfway done, and I've only gotten fifteen points! I should have been able to get hundreds of points by now, but I keep spending all of my time helping other people get their own points! At this rate, I'm going to completely fail! Why can't I stop myself from being a good person?!"
Midoriya gave his hair a good tussling before taking in a deep breath. Now he felt calm. Yes, there wasn't a lot of time left in the exam, but there was still time, nonetheless. He could still find robots to defeat and increase his score to something manageable. He suspected that he'd still get sidetracked by the other people, but he could work around it. Everything was still in the clear.
"Alien!" Or not.
"Wh-What?! What are you-I don't know what you're-"
"Get out of the way!"
"We're dead! We're all dead!"
"No one said anything about fucking aliens!"
An entire horde of people started running in Midoriya's direction. He initially assumed that they were an angry mob of anti-alien enthusiasts, but they all completely ignored him. They were running in fear of a supposed alien, yet the actual alien was barely noticed. Where was the logic in that?
Two seconds later, Midoriya saw the logic in that. The logic in that was none other than a giant blue starfish with a single eye in the center of a body that towered far above the buildings. The logic in that was none other than its maniacal laughter as people ran from it in terror. The logic in that was none other than Starro the Conqueror.
"I'm back, bitches!" Starro shouted as people kept running away. "Bet you thought Starro was done for good. Idiots. Can't keep a good extraterrestrial telepathic starfish down! AHAHAHAHAHA!"
S-S-Starro! Midoriya fell on his butt, either because someone pushed him or because of his own weakness. I-It's Starro the Conqueror! The evil alien of evil aliens! He was supposed to have disappeared decades ago! Why is he back?! Now, of all times?! This-This can't have anything to do with me, can it?! Is he here because of me?!
"Where you going, kiddies? The Heroes can't help you, but you're still gonna run away? Man, you humans are even bigger pussies than I remember! Grow a pair and actually make your inevitable doom worth a damn!"
Midoriya was a picosecond away from flying away from the scene before he heard those lines. Where, exactly, were the Heroes? Ever since the Lantern War, the entire world was on red alert for any and all alien activity, yet no one was coming to deal with this. How could that be? Furthermore, how could Alan Scott let Starro, of all aliens, get past the Green Palace?
Nothing about it was adding up, but Midoriya thought he had a way to do the math. He stood back up on his feet, glared at Starro, and activated his X-ray vision. Just as he had suspected, its insides were composed entirely of machinery. Knowing Starro, he would have long since gloated about being an invincible cyborg starfish, so that left only one answer: this Starro was actually the 0-Point robot.
"It's good that this isn't the real thing, it really is," Midoriya said, "but I can't stop myself from feeling angry."
Midoriya slammed his hands into the pavement, causing everyone around him to stop running and look at him. As he lifted them up, a massive chunk of rock came along for the ride. With every ounce of strength in his body, Midoriya threw the rock at Starro. His aim was off, so the rock missed the intended target of its eye, but it did manage to destroy half of its upper left arm.
"...Oh? Looks like we've got someone who isn't a total loser," Starro said, its gaze locked on Midoriya. "It's gonna take more than a rock to beat me, even if it is a big rock. After all, you're looking at the new and improved Starro! I don't just rely on my psychic powers, anymore."
As if they were on a certain cue, dozens of smaller Starros flew into the air and started firing purple beams of light everywhere.
"Now I've got lasers, suckers! AHAHAHAHAHA"
"It's gonna take more than a rock to beat me, even if it is a big rock. After all, you're looking at the new and improved Starro! I don't just rely on my psychic powers, anymore. Now I've got lasers, suckers! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Present Mic laughed into a microphone.
"He sure seems to be enjoying himself," All Might said as he watched Present Mic's act with mixed emotion.
"This is favorite part of the exam, as dumb as it is," Aizawa said.
"Hey, if we're going to pit them against Starro, we gotta go all out!" Present Mic said. His head was turned away from his microphone, and his voice was once again his normal voice. "The Starro we had to fight never talked, and it was totally lame! If I can give these kids a better experience than the one I had, then I'm gonna do it!"
"It's still dumb, though."
"You just don't get art, man! Now, where was I?" Present Mic turned back to the microphone and laughed into it, his voice once again matching that of Starro's. "Yes, yes, die, die, die! I have everything, and you have nothing!"
"Yes, yes, die, die, die! I have everything, and you have nothing!"
Uraraka was starting to regret the choices in life that brought her here. Overall, she couldn't think of anything that was an inherently bad decision, but if those decisions led to her being attacked by a giant alien starfish, even one that was possibly just a robot, then it was hard to see them as the right ones.
"Yeah, that's right, keep running! Not gonna stop me from making swiss cheese out of you nerds!" Starro shouted from the heavens.
He wasn't wrong. Even if it was just a robot, it was a robot modeled after an alien that could give the Justice Society a hard time on any given day. And they were expected to deal with it? She could only imagine what her parents might be saying if they could watch this.
"OW! Hey, quit it, kid!" Looking up, she saw Starro being blasted by a shot of heat vision. It came from the boy with the spitcurl she met earlier. He was flying around through the sky hitting it whenever he could, dodging laser beams with split-second timing, and deflecting attacks that might hit people who didn't want to try and fight it.
People just like her. Some people were fighting off the drones or at least throwing rocks at Starro, but she couldn't even bring herself to do that. If she tried, she'd probably just screw it up, somehow, either for herself or someone else.
As the melancholic thoughts ran through Uraraka's head, she tripped over some loose rubble. Apparently, she couldn't even do a good job of fleeing.
"You know, you are all getting on my last nerves! Just die, already!" The drones, however many were left, shot out a rapid assortment of beams across the fake city, hitting things completely at random. One of those completely random things was the building next to Uraraka, sending a chunk of it falling down to the ground. Uraraka wasn't nearly fast enough to get out of the way, so there was no doubt in her mind that it was going to land on her leg. A fitting end to everything.
"Recipro Burst!" Or not. Uraraka braced for impact, but it never came. Instead, a bespectacled man with engines coming out of his legs came out of nowhere to kick the falling rubble with enough force to turn it into dust and pebbles.
"Are you alright?! Can you stand?!" Glasses asked.
"Huh? Y-Yeah," Uraraka said. She dusted herself and got off the ground, still trying to process everything that was happening.
"This area is dangerous! If you aren't planning on fighting, you should vacate the premises and find somewhere to hide until the exam is over."
"But-"
"Fooooound you!" Uraraka turned her head up in response to the childish voice. It was one of Starro's drones, and it was charging a laser beam right in their direction.
"Dammit, not now!" Glasses shouted.
"Hope you realize you're doomed!"
"Oh, I don't think so!"
From behind the drone, Uraraka saw a girl with an orange side ponytail dressed in a gi jump into the air and increase the size of her hands to massive proportions. She wrapped her hands around the drone, and a second later, it exploded in a ball of fire. Side Ponytail's landing was clearly flawless, but Uraraka could see that her hands were anything but.
"""Guess we won't have to worry about that happening to us!""" exclaimed three more Starro drones.
"Crap. I can't do anymore fighting with my hands like this!" Side Ponytail said. "You're fast, right? Can you get us out of here."
She can't fight anymore, Uraraka told herself.
"Unfortunately, no," Glasses said. "The technique I used to get over here stalls my engines, and it will be at least another minute before I can use them again."
He can't run anymore, Uraraka told herself. They're both at the ends of their ropes.
"This isn't good at all."
They're both out of options, and it's all because they were trying to help me.
"No! Ah ain't okay wi' that!"
"What?" Glasses asked.
"What?" Side Ponytail asked.
"""What?""" The Starro drones asked.
Brown light enveloped Uraraka's fingertips as she ran towards the Starro drones. The drones started charging their attacks, but Uraraka was faster than them. She put her hands against her body and started floating into the air up towards the drones. Once she was close enough, the brown light faded, and she dropped onto the back of one of them.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you-"
"Let's see how y'all like gettin' zapped in yer faces!"
Uraraka spun the drone around the second its laser was released, causing it to blast another drone to smithereens. Before the last one could react, she turned her captive towards it and sent it to an equally junky grave.
"She's more capable than I gave her credit for," Glasses said.
"Same," Side Ponytail said. "Hey, you saw her first, so was she always talking in that accent?"
"I don't believe so."
Ah! When'd I start talkin' like'm back home?! Uraraka shouted in her head.
"N-N-N-Now don't y'all go thinkin' that ah'm sum sorta-please ignore all of that!"
""That's going to be hard,"" they both said.
"Get off of me, you damn hillbilly!" the Starro drone shouted. The drone put its body in a rapid spin that sent Uraraka flying off. She used the same light-enveloped fingers to slow her descent, but she still felt sick when she landed on the ground.
"You made me kill my buddies! Sure, they were pieces of shit, but they were my pieces of shit! Eat laser, jerks!"
There was no digestion of laser beams that day, for before any could be produced, the same kid with the spitcurl flew in and destroyed the drone with a single punch.
"Are you guys alright?!"
"Yes, yes, die, die, die! I have everything, and you have nothing!" The Starro robot was acting exactly like the history books and old movies described him to act like. Midoriya still hated everything about this, but he couldn't help but admire U.A.'s commitment to authenticity.
"Yeah, that's right, keep running! Not gonna stop me from making swiss cheese out of you nerds!" Starro shouted from the heavens.
"You need to stop talking," Midoriya said as he fired a shot of heat vision at the robot.
"OW! Hey, quit it, kid!"
Several drones converged on Midoriya's location and fired their lasers at him. Most he dodged, a few he took full force, even if said force hardly felt like anything. Either way, it didn't take much for him to destroy them with punches and kicks.
"Tre bien! How magnificent!" someone cheered.
"Let him have it, dude!" another someone cheered. They were just two of many. After Midoriya exposed Starro as a robot, many of the people who were fleeing for their lives regained their resolve and started fighting back against it. Some were trying to destroy the drones, others were simply throwing rocks at Starro, but the one thing they had in common was that they were all rooting for Midoriya to win.
It felt good to feel like a winner.
"You know, you are all getting on my last nerves! Just die, already!" The drones, however many were left, shot out a rapid assortment of beams across the fake city, hitting things completely at random. Midoriya was able to deflect a few of the beams, but he wasn't quick enough to get all of them. Hopefully the other people would be able to handle themselves, and if not, that they at least weren't seriously hurt.
A quick look around, and it seems like everyone's relatively fine, Midoriya said to himself. That could have been a lot worse. The robot must be going easy on everyone to prevent serious injuries-oh no!
Off in the distance, Midoriya's super vision caught sight of three drones flying towards three familiar faces: Awkward Scarf from that morning, Glasses from the lecture hall, and Kendou from the beginning of the exam. They would probably be fine, but he didn't want to risk it. He flew off towards the three of them, smashing his way through several drones along the way, and arrived at the scene in little time at all. By the time he got there, there was only one drone left, but he wasted no time in smashing it to bits.
"Are you guys alright?!" Midoriya asked.
"Nice save, Midoriya!" Kendou cheered.
"I'll take that as a yes." He turned over to Awkward Scarf. "I, um, tried to tell you earlier, but thanks for stopping me from falling before. You really helped me out back there."
"O-Oh! You're welcome!" Awkward Scarf said with a flushed face.
"Midoriya-kun, was it? I thank you for your assistance, but the three of us are fine, now!" Glasses said while moving his arms in a chopping motion. "You need to refocus your attention on the mechanical Starro! If anyone has a chance of defeating that monstrosity, it's you!"
"Yeah, so go kick all five of its asses!" Kendou said, giving him a giant thumbs up.
Midoriya just nodded his head before flying back over to Starro. Words didn't need to be said. He was going to finish the fight because that's what needed to be done.
"You, you, you! Still buzzing around like… like… some kind of buzzing, flying, dumb dumb thing! I'm gonna put you in your place-six feet underground-and then this whole planet of dorks will belong to me!"
Dozens of drones flew back to Starro's location and started attacking Midoriya. Their attacks converged into one singular beam, and it was taking all Midoriya had to block it.
Everything about this pisses me off, but I understand why they're doing it, Midoriya told himself. Starro the Conqueror was the first major enemy of the Justice Society. His overwhelming power was too much for a single person, and it forced the best Heroes in the world to work together. Batman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Aquaman, Doctor Fate… and Martian Manhunter.
If it wasn't for Starro, those seven would have never understood that there were some enemies they couldn't handle on their own. If it wasn't for Starro, President Roosevelt wouldn't have convinced them to become a permanent team. If it wasn't for Starro, there'd be no Justice Society, there'd be no Heroes Association, our society would be nothing like it is, today!
Even if he didn't mean for it to happen, Starro is partially responsible for creating our world thanks to being the first true obstacle. Of course U.A. would build robots in his likeness. They want him to be a roadblock for the new generation, as well!
"So just like how the Justice Society used you to become better Heroes, I'm going to use you to get a start on it, with everything I've got!"
Midoriya whipped his head around while firing a blast of heat vision. The beam connected with every drone that was shooting at him, destroying them one by one until there were none left and he was free from the attack.
"My precious younglings!" Starro cried.
With a yell from the bottom of his gut and the encouragement of every onlooker, Midoriya flew straight at Starro. His arms were facing outwards, hands flat against the air, a magnificent flying pose. Starro sounded like it might be trying to bargain, but Midoriya wasn't paying attention. He was too busy listening to the sound of steel breaking apart from steel as he tore straight through the center of its body.
"You… think you're all that… but you're not!" Starro shouted. Midoriya turned back around to face it and saw it rapidly moving its lower arms back and forth. "That's… how my people… flip the bird…"
As the robot fell to the ground lifeless, Midoriya couldn't help but be impressed with the school's incredible commitment.
"Times up!" Present Mic's voice sounded through the air. "The exam is officially over!"
Everyone cheered. For the sake of his ego, Midoriya told himself that they were cheering for the end of the test, and not for him.
After the exam concluded, Midoriya made his way back to the front entrance, joined by Kendou and the people he now knew as Tenya Iida and Ochaco Uraraka. With her hands fixed up by the school nurse Recovery Girl, Kendou was acting as cool and energetic as ever. Uraraka still acted rather quiet, but once she started talking, there was a clear cheerfulness to her demeanor. As for Iida, nothing about him changed, save for his humility. Not only did he apologize for how he acted earlier in the day, but he applauded Midoriya for figuring out the true purpose of the exam well before anyone else.
Midoriya had no idea what he was talking about, but he didn't want to be on Iida's bad side again, and if Kendou and Uraraka were agreeing with him, then there wasn't any harm in rolling with it.
"Midoriya-san!" Out from the main building came Yaoyorozu, as punctual as ever.
"Oh, Yaoyorozu-san. How'd your test go?" Midoriya asked.
"I have a good feeling about the written exam and the interview, though I'm a little nervous about the physical exam. Though from what I hear, it pales in comparison to what you were doing."
"O-Oh? Are people really talking about that?"
"Hey, you should be proud about that. You were totally awesome out there!" Kendou said.
"Y-Yeah! The way you were punching everything to smithereens and zapping stuff with your laser eyes. And the flying. The flying! That was so cool to look at!" Uraraka said.
"It was truly a sight to behold and an inspiration for us all," Iida said. Midoriya wondered if it was an alien thing to get as red as he was.
"Your new friends certainly speak highly of you," Yaoyorozu said.
"I wish they wouldn't-oh, wait, you don't even know each other!" Midoriya said. He quickly introduced Yaoyorozu to Kendou, Uraraka and Iida, and vice versa.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all. Kendou-san, Uraraka-san, Iida-san, you three being here shows that U.A. is truly deserving of its reputation." All three of them started blushing, Uraraka the most.
"Let us all meet again when we're officially students of U.A. High!" Iida declared.
"Yeah!" Kendou shouted.
"Y-Yeah!" Midoriya stammered. This wasn't how he planned for the day to go, but it was far better than anything he could imagine.
"I wish I could imagine getting in," Midoriya said to the ceiling of his living room. A week had gone by since the exam. Alexis Luthor was officially declared the new CEO of LexCorp Japan; he knew that would happen, but the news still gave him a stomachache. All Might hadn't contacted him once, but he was probably busy with work, so it was fine. The people he had the most contact with were Yaoyorozu, Kendou, Uraraka, and Iida. The five of them exchanged numbers after the exam, and while they couldn't find time to meet up during the day, they texted and called one another nearly every day. The conversations usually revolved around things like school work, Hero news, and the meme of the week, but more than anything, they talked about how excited they were to be entering U.A. soon.
It killed Midoriya to lie to them like that. Everyone kept praising him for how well he did against the Starro robot, but he didn't get any points for that. Midoriya only earned a total of fifteen points, and even if he passed the written exam with flying colors, that probably wouldn't be good enough.
"IT IS MOST FORTUNATE THAT YOU APPLIED TO OTHER SCHOOLS, THEN," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Yeah," Midoriya said without enthusiasm.
"IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO ENTER U.A., THEN PERHAPS ONE OF THE OTHER SCHOOLS YOU APPLIED TO WILL HAVE AN EXAM THAT YOU CANNOT FAIL DUE TO COUNTERPRODUCTIVE ALTRUISM."
"Yeah, I'm an idiot, I know. I just-I didn't want anyone to get hurt. There's nothing wrong with that. There shouldn't be anything wrong with that. It really sucks that I'm probably not going to get in because of that, though. Hopefully Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu's exams don't work the same way. Seijin, too, but that's really a backup backup. It'd be cool to go to Edgeshot's alma mater, but I don't really want to be an alien ninja-"
"Izuku! Izuku!" Inko's shouting interrupted his monologue.
"Huh?"
"It came! I-It finally came!" In her trembling hands, Midoriya saw Inko holding a wax-sealed envelope with U.A. High as the return address. This had to be his exam results, the thing that would decide his future.
Midoriya took the letter from his mother, picked his phone off the table, and ran into his room. If it was as bad as he knew it was, he didn't want his mother to witness it first-hand. Once the door was shut, Midoriya sat down at his desk and opened the envelope. To his surprise, instead of a letter, the envelope released a metal disk. The second he touched it, a square-shaped beam of light shot out from the top and into the air.
"This is a projection!" said the familiar voice of All Might, paired with the familiar image of All Might.
"All Might?!" Midoriya shouted. "This is from U.A., isn't it?! Why is All Might here?!"
"YOU WERE CORRECT, KAL-EL; THE HOLOGRAPHIC TECHNOLOGY OF HUMANS IS INDEED RATHER BASIC," K.E.L.E.X. said. Midoriya elected to ignore that.
"This might come as a shock to you, but starting this spring, I'll be teaching Hero Training at U.A." Midoriya felt another wave of shock, but one that was considerably smaller. If it was for the reasons he suspected, then All Might becoming a teacher made perfect sense. "What's that? Get on with it, already? Save the personal stuff for later? Fine, fine, I got it.
"As the newest teacher, I've been tasked with informing all applicants of their test results. You performed flawlessly on the written exam, one of the best scores we had! Unfortunately, your score in the practical exam was one of the worst we had. With just fifteen Villain Points, even combining that with a perfect score on the written exam wouldn't enough for you to pass."
He knew this was going to happen. He knew it as soon as the Starro robot fell to the ground. He suspected it when he had spent half the exam putting other people ahead of himself. He had an inkling of a feeling well before the exam, and that was why he applied to other schools. He knew this could happen, but being prepared provided absolutely no comfort.
"Yes, that's definitely not enough to pass… which makes it a good thing that those weren't the only points you earned!"
"Wait, what?" Midoriya asked of no one who could answer him.
"While most Heroes need to be tough enough to beat down any and all scumbags who cause trouble around them, a Hero's job, first and foremost, is saving people's lives. Someone who doesn't even try to do that is nothing but a punk trying too hard to be cool, and the world already has too many of those! Therefore, the practical exam doesn't just test people on how many Villains they can defeat; the practical exam also tests you on how many people they can save!
"You probably spent the whole exam thinking that you were screwing yourself over by giving too much attention to the wellbeing of others, but you were in the right from the very start! Not only that, but look at this!"
All Might picked up a remote and turned on a TV behind him. The screen was split into multiple smaller screens, each one displaying recordings of the exam. Within the recordings, he saw images of Kendou, Uraraka, Iida, and some of the people he helped out. Every single one of them, one way or another, was helping someone who was stuck in a tight spot, just as he had done.
"Your actions were inspiring not just to us adults, but to your peers, as well. Dozens of people started following your example and began putting the safety of others above their own success. Because they admired your strength and kindness, they willingly allowed themselves to score fewer points for the sake of performing good deeds. Ah, but they didn't actually lose any points, now did they? They didn't earn Villain Points, but they did earn the secret Rescue Points, the points we never tell anyone about because-well, you said it, yourself: 'Isn't a Hero supposed to save as many people as they can?'"
"S-So that means-what All Might's saying is-"
"Midoriya, my boy, for your constant acts of selflessness, you earned a total of 160 Rescue Points! Combine that with your meager fifteen Villain Points, and your total score for the practical exam is 175 points! Not only did you pass with flying colors, not only did you get the highest score in the practical exam, but you set a new school record for most points gained during the exam! Beating out my old score by ten points, I might add, you lucky little-
"Anyway, you're officially a student of U.A. High, Midoriya, my boy. Welcome to your Hero Academia!"
The hologram shut off. Midoriya jumped up into the air and released a yell of triumph. There was really nothing else that could be appropriate.
Top Ten Scores
Izuku Midoriya Villain Points: 15 Rescue Points: 160 Total: 175
Itsuka Kendou Villain Points: 40 Rescue Points: 60 Total: 100
Eijirou Kirishima Villain Points: 45 Rescue Points: 53 Total: 98
Ibara Shiozaki Villain Points: 46 Rescue Points: 50 Total: 96
Tenya Iida Villain Points: 52 Rescue Points: 38 Total: 90
Ochaco Uraraka Villain Points: 44 Rescue Points: 44 Total: 88
Tsuyu Asui Villain Points: 47 Rescue Points: 40 Total: 87
Fumikage Tokoyami Villain Points: 47 Rescue Points: 35 Total: 82
Mina Ashido Villain Points: 42 Rescue Points: 38 Total: 80
Katsuki Bakugou Villain Points: 77 Rescue Points: 0 Total: 77
Assorted Questions from the Written Exam
Which Robin was a prolific activist in the fight for gaining equal rights for Quirk users?
Dick Grayson
Jason Todd
Tim Drake
The fourth one
How many years did Oliver Queen spend on a hellish island before returning to Star City, abandoning his old identity of King of the Castle, and rebranding himself as the Green Arrow?
Five
Three on the island, one in China, and one in Russia
Three
Six
Worlds that exist within Hypertime are counted amongst the fifty-two realities of a multiverse.
True
False
What magic did the Imperial scientist known as the Dragon King use?
Onmyodo
Kabbalah
Bad
Witchcraft
What is the Metal that results in the creation of the Metagene?
No one knows
Eighth
Nth
Gold
Explain Dick Grayson's part in the establishment of the "Golden Age Clause" to the "Hero Identification Law". Then, explain your opinion on whether or not Dick Grayson's actions were justified, even in a society where Heroes are expected to only kill as a last result.
Explain how Doom Patrol member Casey Brinke made it possible for women to engage in homosexual reproduction.
Identify the Joker who coined the "One Bad Day" philosophy. Explain the philosophy, then explain whether or not you support it. Please cite at least three examples from literature and/or history to support your answer.
Who was ultimately the most responsible for the Lantern War: Hal Jordan, Alan Scott, or Atrocitus? Please support your answer with facts of the Lantern War.
Over the course of the last few decades, Japan has been steadily taking America's place as the epicenter of Hero-based activity. Is this shift in climate a good thing or a bad thing? Explain
I'm just as surprised as you guys that this is already out. I thought I wouldn't get this done until the end of September, but I just blazed right through it! And since the chapter's done, I'm officially closing the poll on all sites. The winner, which should have been obvious from the start, is Eri! Expect that story to show up sometime in the near future, folks. Until then, see ya later!
Chapter 11: Deku's Pal, Katsuki Bakugou (1)
Chapter Text
I, Katsuki Bakugou, have arrived. After years of training and putting up with pissants who thought they could stand on my level, I've finally managed to get into U.A. It's the best Hero School in the entire country, and I kicked their entrance exam's ass as hard as I knew I would. All Might said I got seventy-seven points. That's gotta be more than all those other losers, combined!
I'm finally on my way to the top. Gonna put all those know-nothing shitheads in their place once I reach the top. Won't be long before I'm beating everyone there is. Shazam, Wonder Woman, Endeavor, All Might, no one's gonna stop me!
Not even that piece of shit, Deku.
The day after receiving his acceptance letter to U.A., Midoriya, per All Might's request, went to his office in Roppongi to meet up with him. Just like he had done a year ago, Midoriya loudly shouted his name in public, forcing All Might to hastily come up with a lie about what was really said. Nevertheless, they were able to make their way to the same back corner from before to talk in private.
"I know I already said it in the video, but let me say it person: Young Midoriya, congratulations on your acceptance into U.A." All Might said.
"And on beating your record, right?" Midoriya asked.
"Don't get ahead of yourself."
"Sorry," Midoriya said, locking his eyes with the table.
"Hey, come on, that was a joke! Of course I'm proud of you for doing that. Super, duper proud and everything."
"O-Oh, duh! Thanks." Midoriya wasn't fully convinced, but he felt it best to drop the subject.
"So, were you surprised to learn that I'll be teaching this year?"
"Not really. I figured that you were doing it because, well, because you still need to find a successor."
"That's correct. The whole reason I was in Musutafu the day we met was to talk to the principal about setting this up. U.A. is the finest Hero School in the country, so if there's a young soul who would be a proper inheritor of One for All, they'll be there."
"Yeah, probably," Midoriya said, staring at the cup of tea in front of him. "Hey, is it really alright that I haven't given you a straight answer? You probably don't have a lot of time left before you have to retire, but I still turned you down, so it's kind of like-"
"Hey, hey! Stop being a Negative Nancy, already!" All Might cut in. "It's true that you would make for a great successor, but the last thing I'd want to do is force you into something you weren't ready for. If anything happens to me, it won't be your fault, it'll be my own fault for being too stubborn to retire back when this all started. No more of this nonsense, okay?"
"O-Okay!" This time, Midoriya did feel fully convinced. "But besides all that, I'm really just excited about the whole thing. It's been great getting to hang out with you so much this past year, but now we'll be able to see each other every day! I mean, you're still going to be working a lot, but now we're working in the same place! Oh, wait, this stuff and the other stuff reminds me: do all the teachers know about your injury?"
"They know the basics of my Quirk and injury, but only the principal and Recovery Girl know the specifics of One for All and my fight from six years ago. Naturally, they also don't know that we have any sort of pre-existing relationship."
"I guess that makes sense," Midoriya said as he took a sip from his tea.
"Also naturally, they know about you being an alien."
That sip ended up spread across the table.
"Th-Th-They what?!"
"Just the ones directly connected to the Hero Course. I'm not a fan of that, either, but that's what the government decided to do. Security reasons, and all that. Just, just try to understand."
"S-So all the teachers I'm going to be with knew I was an alien when I was taking the test?" Midoriya asked.
"That's right."
"And they still let me pass, in spite of that," Midoriya stated.
"That's right."
Midoriya stared at All Might for a few seconds before a bright smile appeared on his face.
"They knew I'm an alien, and they still let me in. That's good. That's really, really good."
"It is?"
"That means they don't care! At the very least, they don't care enough to treat me any differently than anyone else! The first thing that went through my head was that they'd all try to give me a hard time, but this means I don't have to worry about that!"
"Hmm… I guess it does mean that. At the very least, you know that you'll have at least one teacher giving you a fair chance."
What a teacher it would be, Midoriya mused.
More time came and went until it was the beginning of April. It all went by quickly, but for Bakugou, it wasn't nearly quick enough. He passed the entrance exam with flying colors, probably did better than everyone else, so they should have just let him get started right then and there. He wondered if they'd let him change the education system after becoming Number One. He hoped he could, since it wasn't as if anything important happened to him over the past month.
In the month since passing the exam, Bakugou had done nothing worth caring about. Graduation came and went, but he wasn't going to get sentimental about leaving people he didn't care about and a school that was only a stepping stone on his path to becoming a Hero. The only thing of note was getting confirmation that Midoriya also passed U.A.'s entrance exam. Good that he did what he was supposed to. Now all Bakugou needed to do was defeat and humiliate him, and everything would be perfect.
Moving on, the first day of school had arrived. After spending ten minutes trying to get away from his parents and their overbearing nonsense (who hasn't been taken hostage by a sludge monster?), he finally managed to get to school in time for the opening ceremony. There was a huge crowd of reporters milling about the school, both inside and out. He knew the opening ceremony always drew in the press, especially since it was the only time of year they were allowed on campus, but this felt excessive. Must have been because of that Luthor girl who was attending U.A.
Bet she thinks she's gonna be running this place. Guess again; that's gonna be me, Bakugou said to himself. Who gives a shit, anyway? She's in the Support Department, so it's not like she's competition.
Bakugou made his way to the seating section for Hero Course students. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Midoriya coming into the auditorium and standing around for no reason before four kids ran up and started talking to him. They all looked like they were having a good time, together.
Bakugou made sure to sit way in the back.
For most people, today was simply another day in their ordinary lives, but for a select few, it was the most important day that they would ever live. Yes, Lexi knew that today was the first day of school at U.A. High School, but the fact that all of those incoming freshman would be able to meet her was what truly made it a special occasion.
"So Mercy, how does it feel to not have to drive me around, anymore?" Lexi asked while flipping through a manga magazine. "Does it feel liberating? Like a weight's been lifted off your shoulders?"
"You'd think it would, but it honestly just feels kind of empty," Mercy said. "Guess that's what happens when you spend so many years chauffeuring someone around."
"It sure was fun having you take me everywhere, whether it was by car, by bike, or by wagon when we were kids. I'll miss those days."
"It'd be easier to miss them if Woodhouse knew how to drive! Goddammit, would it kill you to seize the gap?!"
"Terribly sorry, miss. It's been quite some time since I've had to drive on the left, and I'm still getting readjusted," said an elderly man with a British accent and a bionic arm.
"Do that on your own time, not when you have a job to do!"
"Understood, miss."
Lexi could tell that Mercy wasn't fully convinced. She'd just have to get used to Woodhouse's driving. After all, for half of the day, six days a week, she wasn't just her assistant/bodyguard, she was also her classmate, and classmates don't chauffeur each other to and fro various locations.
"We're here, madam and miss," Woodhouse said as the limo came to a full stop. "Enjoy the rest of your day."
"I'll certainly be able to, now that I'm out of this death trap," Mercy said as she exited the vehicle.
"Don't take too hard, Woodhouse. Mercy just has high standards. If someone like me is saying this, then you know it has to be true," Lexi said.
"Understood, madam. I'll do my best to not take her unpleasantness to heart," Woodhouse said.
...He's been with the family a while, so I'll give him that, Lexi told herself. She grabbed her magazine off the seat and stepped out of the limo. The second Woodhouse drove away from the curb-doing so in a manner that Mercy would certainly have scolded him for-a massive crowd of reporters swarmed her person.
Why they thought this was a good time, she had no idea.
"Luthor-san, can I trouble you for a few-"
"Luthor-san, in regards to your new position as CEO of-"
"Luthor-san, if you don't mind me asking-"
"Excuse me!" Lexi shouted. All the talking heads went silent, allowing Lexi free time to open up her magazine and step over to Mercy's side. "I'm still in the middle of reading, so I'm going to have to ask you to wait until I'm done before asking your questions."
"Don't you think you can read your manga some other time?" one reporter asked.
"Well, I'm definitely not answering any of your questions." Lexi smiled at his flabbergasted expression. It gave her a good chuckle as she and Mercy walked towards the school.
"Okay, this is ridiculous!" another reporter shouted. "Luthor-san, I don't know how things work in America, but if you're going to be in our country, you need to treat people with the proper respect-"
Before he could finish talking, Mercy grabbed his microphone, ripped off the capsule, and jammed it into his mouth to silence him. Lexi admired her friend's appreciation of ironic punishment.
"Anyone else feeling brave and bold, today?" Mercy asked. The talking heads shook their speechless heads, and Lexi and Mercy were able to keep walking in peace.
"Oh, now that makes sense," Lexi said, turning a page as she, Mercy, and the reporters entered the building.
"The detail in this splash panel is phenomenal!" Lexi said, turning a page as she, Mercy, and the reporters entered the auditorium.
"Oh, Optiman, is there anything you can't do?" Lexi asked, finally closing her issue of Bessatsu Big Bounce and putting it away in her backpack. "Okay, then… you. From Hero News Association."
"Yes!" a woman with brunette hair tied up in a ponytail exclaimed, smirking at her fellow reporters. "Shuju Tokugawa, HNA, as you so brilliantly pointed out."
No one likes a suck up, Lexi said to herself.
"Luthor-san, the entire world was shaken by your sudden decision to attend U.A., but the question on all of our minds is why? You already graduated from Metropolis University at the age of five and earned your doctorate in nanoengineering at the age of seven, so why the need to go through secondary education?"
"As you all know, one day, I won't simply be CEO of a single branch of LexCorp, I'll be running the entire company; going by Mother and Father's addiction to alcohol and Russian roulette, that'll probably happen sooner, rather than later. Anyway, LexCorp is a company that serves not the wealthy elite, but the common, everyday folk who need a helping hand every now and then to get through life. One day, it'll be my turn to provide that service, and if I'm going to spend my life helping the common man, I need to gain more of an understanding of how they think. Of their wants, their needs, their struggles, I need to know everything there is to know about society so I know the best way to assist it."
Tokugawa was smiling through all of that, and she could hear scattered whispers of approval from the rest of the crowd. It appeared that that was a serviceable enough answer for these kinds of people.
"A truly amazing answer, Luthor-san. Just what someone would expect from a member of your family! Speaking of which, why didn't you decide to attend the Lex Luthor Institution of Accelerated Humanity? Furthermore, why a Hero School, at all?"
"For the second question, I feel like that's rather obvious, but I'll still explain. Heroes are the name of the game in today's society, so if learning more about society is the goal, then these are the people with whom I need to integrate. As for the first question…"
Lexi trailed off as something caught the corner of her eye. An important something. An important something being surrounded by a group of people after he appeared to stare off into space. An important something named Izuku Midoriya.
"As for the first question, well, let's just say that this school has something that my grandfather's never could."
"Hm?" Tokugawa turned in the same direction as Lexi. "Hey, that's Endeavor's son over there, isn't it? Ah, of course you'd be interested in the son of the Number Two Hero!"
"Sure, why not?"
"Did you remember to pack a notebook?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Don't forget to talk about something other than Heroes."
"Yes, Dad."
"Don't forget to take careful notes during class."
"Yes, Professor Stein."
"If anyone in a black suit walks up to you and says they're from the DEO-"
"Fly away as far as possible, as soon as possible, I know, okay?"
"We know, Izuku, but we're adults, so just let us get fussy on your big day, okay?" Inko asked.
"Yeah, okay," Midoriya said. In all honesty, he couldn't blame them for getting like this. Parents-also godparents, in the case of Professor Stein-were obligated to act like parents when their children achieved something, after all.
"You look so cool in your uniform, Izuku!"
"Wish people could have looked that sharp back in my day," Professor Stein said from the laptop Inko was holding.
"Come on, stop it. I gotta go, now, bye!" Midoriya said with a red face.
"Knock 'em dead, Izuku," Hisashi said. Midoriya had already walked out the door, but he could tell that his father was smiling as brightly as he was. It wasn't every day that someone started going to U.A. High, after all.
It had only been a month since Midoriya was last at U.A., but he still couldn't get over how mesmerizing it all was and how incredible it was that he could be a part of it all. Being inside the building, dressed in the school's uniform, seeing hundreds of people wearing the same clothes as him, it was all rather astounding. The fact that there were even more Pro Heroes as teachers for him to look at wasn't that bad, either.
Oh my God, over there! It's the Blood Hero: Vlad King! He once used his Blood Control Quirk to help Oracle arrest Count Dracula! Midoriya screamed in his head as he walked through the auditorium. Over there's the Space Hero, Thirteen! They've used their Quirk to clean up cities destroyed in cataclysms all over the world! Oh, over there's the Naughty Witch Hero, Midnight! Her sleeping magic is supposed to be some of the most powerful to ever come out of Isamu Academy! I should have known this going in, but it's still so amazing that there are so many Heroes working here! This is going to be great!
Then, all of a sudden, it stopped feeling nearly as great as it should have been, the reason being that Midoriya's eyes ended up locked with another person's eyes. He was wearing the school uniform, and going by the design of it, he was also in the Hero Course. Midoriya didn't remember seeing him during either testing period, and he was sure that he would have remembered those heterochromatic eyes, that mismatched red and white hair, and the stern, yet blank expression on his face that he kept staring at him with.
After a few more uninterrupted seconds, Midoriya finally figured out who it was.
I-I've seen his face on TV, before. That Shouto Todoroki, the youngest child of the Number Two Hero, Endeavor! Midoriya told himself. W-Why is he staring at me? Is my fly down? Do I have something on my face?
Wait. Wait wait wait Wait! When we first met, All Might said that all of the Top Ten Heroes know that I'm an alien. This guy, his father's the Number Two Hero, so does he-did Endeavor-could this guy possibly-
"Good morning!" a voice shouted, accompanied by a chop to the back of Midoriya's head.
"Aah!" Midoriya shouted, less from nonexistent pain and more from the sheer suddenness of it all. "K-Kendou-san!"
"What country uses 'Kendou-san!' as a greeting?" Kendou asked when Midoriya turned to her.
"G-Good morning to you, too." While Kendou was smiling at him, Midoriya stealthily and speedily turned back towards Todoroki and saw that he was walking away from the scene. He didn't know what to make of that, but with any luck, it would be a while before they'd see each other, again. It was hard to fully put the thought behind him, but with Yaoyorozu, Iida, and Uraraka coming over towards him, it would be a little easier.
"Good morning Midoriya-san, Kendou-san. It's great to see you both again," Yaoyorozu said.
"Same!" Kendou said. Midoriya meekly gave out an identical response.
"Midoriya-kun, are you alright?" Iida asked. "You look like someone just punched you in the stomach. Wait, that probably wouldn't hurt you. Like someone slammed a steamroller into you? No, that also feels rather questionable, but maybe with the right amount of velocity-"
"I-Iida-kun, stop, I'm fine," Midoriya said. "I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night. First day jitters, you know? It's fine."
"If you say so."
"I'm just happy we're all here, at all!" Uraraka said with an exasperated expression. "The whole time we were waiting for results, I couldn't stop thinking about what would've been worse: getting in while some of us failed, or me not getting in, at all. And then Midoriya-kun said that he only passed because of those Rescue Point things-ahh, I'm just really glad I don't have to start over on making friends."
"I'm sure we all would have hated to fill in any gaps in our circle," Yaoyorozu said with a smile.
"Couldn't happen, though. Guess the pentagon's the real strongest shape in nature. It'll take more than a test to break up… what's a famous team of five?" Kendou asked.
"A team of five?" Midoriya asked.
"Yeah, know any?"
"Not off the top of my head."
"If there were two more of us, we could have been the Seven Samurai. How unfortunate," Yaoyorozu said.
"Is this really necessary, Kendou-kun?" Iida asked.
"It's not unnecessary," Kendou said. "I mean, we're going to be hanging out a lot, so why not add some extra synergy."
"Yes, that would increase the efficiency of our teamwork and make us more productive in our training." If Iida wanted to see it that way, Midoriya wasn't going to say anything. "In that case, I nominate 'The Five Dysfunctions' as a means of continually reminding ourselves of which aspects of teamwork we will have to overcome!"
"Nah, too negative."
"I knew you would say, but still!"
"What about the 'Scooby Gang'?" Uraraka asked.
"Too overdone," Kendou said.
"Monstars?" Midoriya asked.
"Monstars?" Yaoyorozu asked. She and everyone else started looking at him.
"Th-That just kind of slipped out! You can all ignore that, it really is kind of-"
"I like it! It's a deal!" Kendou said, giving him a giant-sized thumbs up with her right hand while she fished out her phone with her left.
"Really? That's the winner?" Uraraka asked. "I know that it's referencing an Academy Award-winning movie franchise, but-"
"Nope, it's the Monstars. I already changed the name of our group chat to that, and that makes it official; so let it be written, so let it be done, and all that."
That brought everyone to a laugh, a laugh that Midoriya desperately needed.
Midoriya and his friends, now having the nickname of the "Monstars", made their way to five seats when it was announced that the opening ceremony was about to begin. From there, the principal, a talking rat-like creature by the name of Nedzu, started providing the opening address. It was basically the same as what Midoriya had heard in junior high, Nedzu talking about things like how they should be proud of the work they put in to be there, how they couldn't let the next three years go to waste, how it would be important to treasure all of the bonds of friendship they establish during their time here. Many things of that nature.
"Most importantly, everyone in this room-not just the students, but the teachers and civilians, as well-must never forget the importance of the heroic ideals that have shaped society into its present form," Nedzu said. "One student bravely making his way into the world today is already far along on the path of reaching these ideals. During the entrance exam, this student showcased not only tremendous power for dealing with his enemies, but true selflessness by constantly putting the safety of his peers above his own success. Thanks to that, not only did he earn first place by a wide margin, he set a new school record for most points accumulated in the exam, a record that had previously been held by All Might for decades. Everyone, please join me in congratulating our top incoming freshman, Izuku Midoriya!"
A spotlight was cast over Midoriya's body, pointing him out for everyone to see. Simultaneously, applause sounded throughout the room, coupled with cheers from people in the crowd, every so often.
"You didn't tell us your score was that good," Yaoyorozu whispered.
"I-I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," Midoriya said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"There was no need for that. There should be no shame in celebrating your accomplishments," Iida said, bobbing his head at a perfect ninety degree angle. Uraraka and Kendou smiled at him from their seats. They surely had the same feelings, and the more Midoriya thought about it, the more he was okay with it.
It still felt good to feel like a winner.
"Thanks to that, not only did he earn first place by a wide margin, he set a new school record for most points accumulated in the exam, a record that had previously been held by All Might for decades. Everyone, please join me in congratulating our top incoming freshman, Izuku Midoriya!"
A spotlight was cast over Midoriya's body, pointing him out for everyone to see. Simultaneously, applause sounded throughout the room, coupled with cheers from people in the crowd, every so often.
What! The! Fuck! Those were three words being repeated in Bakugou's mind, ad nauseam. Everyone was applauding for Midoriya, cheering him on like he was a celebrity, yet all he could think about was whether or not he had fallen into some sort of Bizarro World.
Seriously, what! The! Fuck! Bakugou shouted in his head, regaining some of his vocabulary. Deku's the one who got first place, and not me?! Not getting first is bullshit as it is, but Deku doing that, and breaking a fucking record?! Fucking Deku?!
Nedzu was saying something else, but Bakugou was too angry to listen. He stomped out of his seat and headed towards the door, no idea what he was doing until he saw Present Mic standing near there.
"What the hell was my score?" Bakugou asked.
"Huh? What are you asking about, all of a sudden?" Present Mic asked.
"My score. On the fucking entrance exam. What was it?"
"Um, in case you hadn't noticed, we're kinda in the middle of something-"
"What was my fucking score?!" Bakugou shouted.
"Okay, okay! Jeez, cool your jets, kid!" Present Mic said. He pulled out a tablet and swiped his finger across the screen a few times. "Katsuki Bakugou, right? Says here you got… hey, tenth place!"
The words were like a dagger through his shattered chest.
"Congratulations, kid! Not many people get to say they got in the top ten. I remember back when me and Aizawa took the exam, and-hey, where are you going?!"
In the midst of Present Mic's speech, Bakugou had stormed away from him and out of the auditorium. He didn't need his pity.
Tenth place. Tenth. Place. That means I didn't just lose to Deku, I also lost to eight random nobodies! I'm fucking serious. What. The. FUCK!
In the middle of all the praise Midoriya was being showered with, he heard Nedzu say something else when the noise started to die down. He wasn't paying complete attention, but he still had an idea of what his principal might have said, and if it was true, then he didn't like it, at all.
"Once again, Izuku Midoriya-kun, please conclude the opening ceremony by saying a few words to your peers," Nedzu said. They were the exact words Midoriya thought he said, and he didn't like that, at all.
W-What? H-H-He wants me to give a speech? He wants me to give a speech!
People were starting to stare at him. Just sitting there doing nothing was going to draw more attention than he wanted, so despite being completely lost, he got out of his seat and walked towards the stage. Each step was stilted and full of hesitation, but he was walking, nonetheless. There was no plan running through his head, but he was walking, nonetheless.
What am I supposed to do?! Midoriya shouted in his head. He kept walking over to the stage, but he still couldn't come up with any semblance of an answer.
However, when he was almost at the steps, he at least got a hint in the form of All Might, who was apparently using his skinny form to disguise himself as an ordinary spectator. This was something he could use to his advantage with the right amount of precision.
"Oh no! I, um, accidentally dropped my phone to the floor, completely by accident!" Midoriya shouted while throwing his phone down and then kicking it under All Might's seat, all done in a rather conspicuous manner. "I really should get it back before I give my big speech that I'm really excited to give! Could you help me out, random citizen? This will only take a minute!"
"Yes! I would be more than happy to assist you, kid I don't know!" All Might shouted in an equally conspicuous manner. The two jumped down to the floor and started to establish the facade of searching for Midoriya's phone.
"Well, while they're busy with that, I'll tell you all a riveting story from my past," Nedzu said. "It was back when I worked as a detective alongside my good friend Bobo, though you all probably know him better as Detective Chimp. We had this quaint little agency in downtown London that was only ten minutes away from a bakery that always served delicious banana bread and cheesy hashbrown bagels. I know what you're thinking: bagels? In England? I was just as surprised as you were, but they were legitimate and tasted just like they came out of a New York oven. Bobo and I would always pick up a few bagels and slices of bread every other morning and eat them with eggs and fruit for breakfast. He always liked to eat his eggs hard-boiled, said it was appropriate, but I've always been a scrambled man, myself-"
While Nedzu droned on and on about whatever it was that he was talking about, Midoriya engaged All Might in conversation.
"Why didn't you tell me I had to give a speech?!" Midoriya whispered calmly.
"I definitely told you about that!" All Might whispered back in an equally calm manner.
"No, you didn't! All you did was lead me on into thinking I failed before talking about how great I actually did!"
"That's not-wait, hold on. Hold on. Okay, now I remember, and, okay, I definitely dropped the ball on that one. In my defense, I had to do a ton of videos that day, and by the time I got to you, I was just really tired."
"That doesn't help me! What am I supposed to do?!"
"I… don't know. I'd pull up my old speech on my phone for you to use, but I don't think today's audience would find it very relevant for you to talk about how we need to stand up against Communism."
"I'm dead. I'm so, so dead," Midoriya whispered.
"Come on, public speaking isn't that hard, kid. All you gotta do is talk about how you think the people in the crowd are the real winners, say a few things about justice, then end it all with a Plus Ultra. It's that easy."
"Even if you say that-"
"Here you go, kino." All of a sudden, Midoriya found himself being interrupted by someone other than All Might: a small, talking mushroom that was emitting a light red glow and holding his phone in stubby little arms.
"Huh?"
"I found your phone, as requested by Lady Kinoko, kino. Please take it, kino." The mushroom kept talking, but Midoriya still had no idea what to make of it; going by All Might's face, he was lost, as well.
"U-Um, thanks?" Midoriya said. He still had no idea what was happening, but if someone was trying to help him, then it would be rude of him to refuse, so he took his phone away from the mushroom. Immediately after doing so, the mushroom exploded and was replaced with a plastic bag of mushroom-shaped gummies.
Today was just one of those days, Midoriya surmised.
"-and with that, the portal to the Underworld was completely sealed shut. Eurasia was turned back to normal, Wonder Woman gave us both a peck on the cheek for a job well done, and Ares learned what war is really good for: absolutely nothing," Nedzu said. "Now then, while I would love to keep talking, it appears that Midoriya-kun is no longer distracted and can start his speech. Midoriya-kun, if you would be so kind."
"Well, I guess I have to, now," Midoriya said under his breath.
With slightly less hesitation than before, Midoriya stuffed the gummies into his pocket, returned to his walk cycle, and finally found his way to the stage. Nedzu moved his step stool away from the podium and allowed Midoriya to stand behind it. All of a sudden, dozens upon dozens upon dozens of faces of varying sizes, shapes and colors were all focused on him with anticipation. He really hoped that he wouldn't vomit.
"H-Hello. M-My name's Izuku Midoriya," Midoriya said. The audience erupted into a wave of cheering. "S-So! I, um, I did good-did well on the exam, really, really well. I'm not trying to rub it in, or anything! I-I'm just still really surprised by the whole thing! For the longest time, I never thought that I'd be able to go to U.A., and then I find out that I did a better job of getting in than everybody else. That-That's crazy!"
"You're so humble!" shouted a random person in the audience.
"T-To be honest, I'm surprised that I got in, at all. No one told us about Rescue Points, so I thought that I only managed to earn fifteen points. The whole time the exam was going on, I thought I was doing a terrible job, but I couldn't bring myself to change that. I-If someone had gotten hurt, and I knew that I could have stopped it, I, well, I don't know what I would have done. So even though you're all acting like I've done something great, I-I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for all of you. That's why, if you ask me, you're the ones who are really great! You're… the real winners!"
"He's right! We are awesome!" shouted a random person in the audience as everyone erupted into more cheers and applause.
"Y-Yeah, that's right! It's not just about me, it's about all of us. We're all in this together; once we know that we are, we'll all be stars. All of us can show off Wisdom, Wonder, Mystery, and Entropy if we just put our minds to it. A-And if you ever think that justice isn't working, then all you have to do is… is justice harder!"
"I love it!" shouted a random person in the audience.
I love it, too, random citizen! Midoriya thought to himself. The crowd kept cheering and applauding him, but after a few seconds of him not saying anything, they went dead silent. Midoriya was running out of things to improvise, so it was getting time to put an end to things.
"Plus… Ultra?"
The crowd went wilder than they ever had before. He could see All Might giving him a thumbs up, so hopefully this meant he was doing something right.
After Nedzu gave him the go ahead to stop talking, Midoriya ran off the stage and out of the auditorium, stopping in a random hallway to catch his breath.
"Oh my God, that was one of the worst things in my life. I never want to do anything like that, ever again," Midoriya said through frantic breaths.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad. I thought it was pretty great for something you pulled out of thin air."
"It was that obvious? No one seemed to notice that, though."
"Well, you can't blame them for not being able to notice the little things. You're the same. Why, you're so worn out from all of that that you aren't even paying attention to who you're talking to."
"Yeah, probably."
It took Midoriya three seconds to listen to what he was saying, four to fully understand it, and five to turn and face whoever it was he was talking to. As it turned out, he was talking to a dark-haired woman wearing a beige jumpsuit and holding a large broom in one hand.
It was quite easy for Midoriya to conclude that the woman was a janitor.
"Kids like you need to learn to be tough! A soft heart is fine and dandy, but a weak heart won't get you anywhere!" the janitor exclaimed.
"R-Right. Thanks for the advice…" Midoriya took a second to read her name tag, "Aoi-san."
"Don't mention it. Supporting the future leaders of the world is what makes janitors janitors, after all. Now if you'll excuse, I need to go to the third floor bathroom. Someone had literal explosive diarrhea."
As Aoi the janitor walked off, Midoriya couldn't help but think about how he didn't need to have heard that. Today was just one of those days, Midoriya surmised.
"Oh, you guys, I found him!" came Uraraka's voice from the other end of the hall. Seeing her and the rest of his friends helped put his mind a little more at ease.
"Yeah, I guess you did find me," Midoriya said. "Sorry for running off like that."
"It's perfectly fine; that was very much something you would have done," Yaoyorozu said. "I think any of us would do the same if we were put on the spot like that."
"What are you talking about, Yaoyorozu-kun? Are you suggesting that Midoriya-kun wasn't prepared to give that phenomenal a speech?" Iida asked. Yaoyorozu nodded her head. "That's absurd! A speech that inspiring and well-constructed could only have been born from days of rigorous labor and practice-"
"It was actually all on the spot," Midoriya said.
"I can't believe it!" Iida shouted, throwing his arms in the air. "I don't know if I should find this massively impressive or utterly disappointing!"
"How about you figure that out while we're walking?" Kendou asked. As per her suggestion, the group started walking off to their new classroom, Hero Course, Class 1-A, to attend their first homeroom of the year.
"Word of warning, Midoriya, they're gonna make you give another speech at the Sports Festival. If this is how you handle public speaking, then you should probably start working on your next speech a year ago," Kendou said.
"I'll try to keep that in mind," Midoriya said. Rather absentmindedly, he took out the bag of gummy mushrooms and started eating them for a few seconds before offering them to the rest of their friends. Fortunately for him, no one questioned where he got them, so he didn't have to try and explain whatever it was that happened earlier.
In little time at all, the group made their way to the door to their classroom. It was massive in size, something Midoriya guessed was for students with powers that made their bodies equally massive in size. Whatever the answer was, it still made it nerve-wracking to look at.
Just power through, Izuku, just power through, Midoriya told himself. They're letting everyone go home after homeroom, so it won't be much longer until you can relax again. As soon as you walk in, just try and slink into a dark corner and avoid drawing attention to yourself.
Midoriya opened the door and took one step inside the classroom. Before his foot could even touch the ground, a swarm of people jumped out of their seats and ran over to him with excited looks on their faces.
"Hell yeah! Midoriya's in our class!" shouted a short kid with purple hair that looked like balls, said kid jumping into the air as everyone said similar things.
"I'm just going to slink off and try to be comfortable," Uraraka whispered as she proceeded to do just that.
"Hey, is it true that you beat up that Starro robot, all by yourself? Like you just flew straight through it at super speed and blew it up?" asked a girl with small horns and pink skin.
"Y-Yeah, I guess so," Midoriya said.
"Awesome!"
"He also kept helping everyone get points when they were in trouble. Like me! Remember?" asked what appeared to be a floating uniform.
"Did I-oh yeah! Now I remember you! Took me a second because, um-"
"Because I was naked, right?"
"Wait, what?!" shouted a boy with a black zigzagging line running through blonde hair. "Wait, what's even the point?"
"Shut up," said a girl whose earlobes looked liked headphone jacks. "Seriously, though, thanks for the save back there. I thought that robot was gonna squash me like a bug, but you blew it up before it even had the chance."
"I was trying to save it for you, though."
"He also helped me when I was being double-teamed by two robots," said a masked man with six muscular arms.
"I was just doing what anyone would. Well, I guess that's apparently not true."
"You should have seen the way he froze this one robot to a wall and let me beat the crap out of it! This guy's a total badass!" shouted a boy with spiky red hair. Midoriya remembered doing that, but he couldn't remember this person to save his life. Not until he saw how sharp his teeth looked, at least.
"Oh, right, I remember that! You were the last person I helped before Starro showed up. But wasn't your hair-"
"Hey, hey! No need to talk about that!" The pink-skinned girl seemed to be directing a smirk right at him, only for him to turn his eyes away from her. Thinking a little harder, Midoriya remembered that she was the girl he pulled out of the "Mutation" line on the day of the exam. They must have known each other before coming here, he surmised.
"Just so we're all on the same page here, I got helped by this guy before it was cool," Kendou said.
"That's not wrong, but I don't remember trying to make it cool, or anything," Midoriya said.
"Call it an achievement in ignorance, then."
"And it was such an awesome achievement!" the purple-haired shorty shouted once again. "You can try and act all modest and stuff, but there's no way that there's anyone better than-"
"Will all you morons just shut the fuck up, already?!"
Everyone turned towards the sudden shout in surprise, no idea who made it or why they would do so. Everyone except Midoriya. He immediately recognized the voice and knew that the second worst scenario he could think of had come to pass: Bakugou was in the same class as him.
"Excuse me, but we were all in the middle of a conversation here! You don't have to participate, but if we're bothering you, you can simply ask us to keep it down in a more polite manner than that," Iida said.
"Blow it out your ass, four-eyes."
"Excuse me?!"
Uraraka, having made the poor decision to sit next to Bakugou, quietly got up and started slinking back over to Midoriya. Midoriya wasn't completely sure, but he thought he heard her mumble something along the lines of "Nowhere's safe in here."
"All of you losers acting like Deku's hot shit. Makes me want to throw up," Bakugou said.
"'Deku'? Midoriya-san, this wouldn't happen to be Bakugou, would it?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"I-It is," Midoriya stammered out.
"Now it all makes sense," Uraraka said with an exasperated look on her face.
"He's about as tall as I thought he'd be," Kendou remarked.
"Wait, you're Bakugou-kun?" Iida asked. "Well, if we're both Midoriya-kun's friend, we should try and get along, so let's start over. My name is Tenya Iida. I graduated from Somei Academy-"
"I'm not interested in your life story, four eyes! But Deku, what the hell are you doing talking smack about me behind my back?! And since when can you fly and freeze shit?!" Bakugou shouted, standing up from his desk. In response, the rest of the students backed up into various parts of the room, making room for a fight Midoriya hoped they were wrong in expecting to happen.
"I-I wasn't doing that, Kacchan!" Midoriya said. "I-I mean, I told them that you existed, but it didn't go any further than that, and I only got those powers in the past year, so I never really got around to-" As Midoriya kept talking, he trailed off when something caught his eye in the aftermath of the crowd's dispersal. Apparently, there was another person who had been sitting down through all of the unwanted praise Midoriya had been getting. Going along perfectly with the luck he had been having, the person was Todoroki, staring at him as intensely as he was back at the opening ceremony.
Midoriya was wrong. It was the number one worst scenario that had actually come to pass.
"Asshole! Look at me when you're talking to me!" Bakugou shouted.
Midoriya didn't know who was going to say something next, Bakugou, one of his friends, or more surprisingly himself, but no one got the chance to do so. The door flew open, forcing all of the tension to fly right out of it, leaving the atmosphere in the hands of the newest person to enter the scene.
"Good morning, class," the new person, a young woman, said in a quiet voice. The top half of a pale face was covered by a white Noh mask, and the entirety of her head was framed by a short crop of black hair. Her chest was wrapped in a sarashi, a black leather jacket covering the same amount of skin, and a red obi sat above matching leather pants. Equally eye-catching, though, had to be the twin katanas on her left hip and what appeared to be a yellow body bag being dragged across the floor with her right hand.
"I said good morning. Did-Did you all not here me?" she asked again in a meek tone.
"""Good morning,""" Midoriya and a large majority of the class said. Bakugou looked like he understood the shift in mood, so he sat back down in his seat.
"Get up, please."
"What the hell for?" Bakugou asked.
"Assigned seating," the woman stated. She walked over to the desk at the front of the room, stuffed the body bag in the nearest corner, and pulled out a clipboard and a stack of papers from a drawer. "You'll find your assigned seats here. After doing so, please take a blank sheet of paper, fold it in half, and write your name and favorite Hero on it."
"Um, why do we have to do that last thing?" Midoriya asked. After a few seconds of silence, all she said was "icebreakers" in a quiet voice, and apparently that was the end of that. All Midoriya hoped for was that it would be smooth sailing from that point forward.
Much to Midoriya's surprise, his hope for smooth sailing didn't lead to any sort of ironic consequences, at least none that were as ironic as they could have been. To put it in perspective, the seating arrangements went as follows:
The incredibly nervous Izuku Midoriya. Favorite Hero: All Might, naturally.
Shouto Todoroki, who Midoriya was certain was trying to burn a hole into the back of his head. Favorite Hero: Ice. Odd, considering who his father was.
Tooru Hagakure, the invisible girl he met during the exam. Favorite Hero: Her mom, apparently ("I love you, Mom!" was written next to that part).
Koji Koda, a muscular boy with a rock-shaped head. Favorite Hero: Batman IV. Technically a Vigilante, but it still probably counted.
Mashirao Ojiro, a plain-looking boy with a large tail coming out of him. Favorite Hero: Animal Man.
Itsuka Kendou, bringing Midoriya some much-needed relief. Favorite Hero: Richard Dragon. Not surprising.
Momo Yaoyorozu, adding even more relief. Favorite Hero: Princess Shazam, which he was already well-aware of.
Denki Kaminari, the guy who had a reaction when Hagakure talked about being naked. Favorite Hero: Static.
Eijiro Kirishima, the guy who dyed his hair, for some reason. Favorite Hero: Crimson Riot Pretty old school.
Fumikage Tokoyami, the guy he saw in the magic line on exam day. Favorite Hero: Johnny Thunder. A rather rare sight.
Mezou Shouji, the masked, multi-armed guy from earlier. Favorite Hero: The Question. What an odd choice.
Tenya Iida, sitting with straighter posture than anyone else in the room. Favorite Hero: The Flash I (Jay Garrick). Made sense.
Tsuyu Asui, a girl with frog-like features with a blank look on her face. Favorite Hero: Aquagirl III (Mareena Curry). It seemed a little weird for a frog girl to be a fan of someone who was half-fish, but who was he to judge?
Yuga Aoyama, a well-groomed boy who, according to Midoriya's enhanced vision, had something pushing slightly against the waist of his uniform. Favorite Hero: Crimson Fox ("All three are fabulous", according to the extra note).
Mina Ashido, the pink girl Kirishima had some kind of something with. Favorite Hero: Starfire. He could probably get along with her.
Minoru Mineta, the short boy who had replaced enthusiastic cheering for Midoriya with an enthusiastic thumbs up in his direction. Favorite Hero: Fire, something he hoped was for constructive reasons.
Kyoka Jirou, the girl with the oddly-shaped earlobes. Favorite Hero: Solovar, which seemed completely out of left field.
Hanta Sero, a boy with slanted eyes and odd protrusions on his elbows. Favorite Hero: Blue Beetle III (Ted Kord). Another odd choice.
Ochaco Uraraka, who seemed rather upset that she wasn't near the rest of her friend group. Favorite Hero: Wonder Woman, which explained the scarf she was wearing back in the winter.
Katsuki Bakugou, scowling as he sat in an appropriate seat for him. Favorite Hero: All Might, naturally.
The name plates were finished, yet it didn't seem like anyone was interested in breaking any ice. Midoriya felt a little happy that he wasn't the only one with first day jitters.
"So, um, good morning. Wait, I already said that." Their teacher appeared to be in the same boat. That felt less assuring. "Um… good morning-wait, no."
What is this even supposed to be? Midoriya asked himself.
"Okay, I can't do this. You were right, sir, I need more time to prepare myself."
"'S fine… been napping too long, anyway…" came a voice from the body bag of all places. Even more surprising was when the body bag started standing up.
"I-It's a zombie!" Uraraka shouted.
"Teacher! What is the proper procedure for handling a zombie attack at U.A.?!" Iida asked.
"I'm not a zombie… just slept too much…" The body bag, which Midoriya now realized was a sleeping bag, turned around to reveal a drowsy, unkempt face sticking out of the top. "Coffee…"
"Yes, sir," the woman said. She opened another drawer and pulled out a black mug and a large Starman-bucks brand thermos.
"So, are you our teacher, then?" Jirou asked the man in the sleeping bag. He gave a lazy nod as the woman poured coffee into the mug. "Who's she, then?"
"This is Katana; she's… got my back… I would advise… not getting killed by her… her sword traps… the souls… of its victims…"
"Could you elaborate on that, please?" Tokoyami asked.
There was no answer. Instead, Katana walked over to the man in the sleeping bag and forced the mug of coffee into his mouth, like a mother bird feeding worms to her babies. After a few seconds, the man in the sleeping bag's eyes opened ever so slightly as he squeezed out of the sleeping bag, revealing a mess of bandages around his neck and a sloppy assortment of all black clothing.
Today was just one of those days, Midoriya surmised.
"Right, let's get down to business," he said, sounding far more awake than he did a few seconds ago. "I'm Shouta Aizawa, your homeroom teacher and the social studies teacher for the Hero Course. The woman who tried and failed to get the class started is Tatsu Yamashiro; she'll be acting as my teaching assistant for the year."
"It's a pleasure to meet all of you," Yamashiro said with a bow.
"Like all of the teachers at U.A., Yamashiro is a licensed Hero, but she's spent the majority of her career in America and other Western countries. That's all I'm allowed to tell you, from a legal standpoint."
Midoriya really hoped she wasn't some sort of criminal.
"Now that that's all cleared up, it's time to get started on today's main event. Normally, Yamashiro and I would have already completed this by now, but I was forced to push it back because someone just had to break a school record and force you all to go to the opening ceremony."
This is my fault? Midoriya asked himself.
"Anyway, everyone change into your gym clothes and head outside. Be quick about it, too; time is justice."
Another year, another opportunity to see if these kids were worth the effort of teaching, Aizawa mused. Principal Nedzu implied that he should go a little easier on his class since he had Yamashiro as his teaching assistant/chore monkey/excuse to sleep in, but the key word there was "implied". If it wasn't a direct order, then he really couldn't be blamed for not listening.
"Back in elementary school and junior high, you were all forced to go through physical education without using your powers," Aizawa said. "That, of course, was stupid. Ninety percent of the population possesses some kind of superhuman ability, so trying to evaluate someone without taking that into account is meaningless. Now that you're in U.A., those days are over. Midoriya."
"Y-Yes!" Midoriya stammered out.
"As I'm sure we all know, you scored first place in the exam. What was your record in the ball throw back in junior high?" Whenever Aizawa was assigned a freshman class, he always started things off by singling out the person who had the best score in the entrance exam. Of course, he was always planning to pick Midoriya for this, so him also getting the best score was just a happy coincidence.
"520 meters." That was less happy.
"I meant without your Quirk."
"520 meters." Even less happy.
"It's the first day of school, so you know nothing about me, but I'm going to tell you right here and now that it's not a good idea to be the smartass in my class."
"N-No! That's not what I'm doing! Really, it's not! It's just that my Quirk isn't the kind of Quirk I can just turn on and off on command. If I want to use less power, I have to consciously put in the effort to put out less power, but that's not the easiest thing to do, especially when I'm doing physical activities. Even though I'd always try and restrain myself, I'd always end up using too much power, and then the teacher would get mad at me because, like you said, we aren't supposed to use Quirks or other abilities for this kind of stuff-"
"Okay, that's enough," Aizawa cut in. "I get it, you're a bad example. Yamashiro, take a note: never call on Midoriya for anything." Yamashiro pulled out a notebook from her jacket and started writing in it.
"Never… call on… wait, what kanji does his name use?" Yamashiro mumbled.
"Moving on. Kendou. You got second place in the exam." Aizawa paused for a moment to let the class get out their unnecessary oohs and aahs and what sounded like angry growls from Bakugou. He'd have to look into that. "Remember what I said about being a smartass and tell me what your record was."
"I think it was fifty-three meters, give or take," Kendou said.
"Let's just make things simple and say it definitely was fifty-three," Aizawa said before tossing her a soft ball.
"What's this weird ring around the ball?"
"That connects it to a tablet that'll display how far it goes. Go ahead and test it out with your Quirk. Do whatever you want, just don't leave that circle over there."
Kendou gave a quick acknowledgment before stepping in the circle. She took a quick breath, positioned herself like a pitcher on the mound, enlarged her hands, and sent the ball flying in an a massive arc.
"Yamashiro," Aizawa stated after the ball hit the ground. She fumbled around her jacket for a bit before pulling out a tablet and turning it so everyone could see the number: 520 meters.
"Alright!" Kendou cheered. Midoriya and the rest of that little group ran over to congratulate her. It was dumb, but at least it wasn't undeserving. The girl had a good strength enhancement Quirk in Big Fist, so add in the good physique he assumed she had from giving her a once over and the background detailed in her file, and of course she would get a good score.
Still, it was far too early to celebrate.
"It's far too early to celebrate, you know," Aizawa said. "Right here and now, you're all going to go through eight physical tests to measure your abilities. Unlike the entrance exam, there won't be a reward for doing super well, but if you do so poorly that you end up in last place, then I'm going to expel you, on the spot."
That got them all to shut up.
Aizawa liked to compare his annual tradition to the dramatic arc. The first step, exposition, happens when he tells his class that they need to give it their all if they don't want their resumes to say "Only attended one day of high school before being expelled". After that came the second step, the rising action. That was when the students, those who would actually continue being students and the one who would be getting the boot, actually started the tests, and it was where they were at, now.
The first test was the 50-meter dash. Since Midoriya was the one he wanted to evaluate the most, he had him going first against Iida. With Iida having a speed-based Quirk, he would serve as a good measure of how fast someone like Midoriya could run.
That was the plan, anyway. Midoriya ruined it by effortlessly completing the 50-meter dash in 0.39 seconds, turning Iida's impressive 3.04 seconds into a mark of shame.
"No one other than my brother, father, and our American friends has ever outpaced me, before," Iida said. "I had a feeling you were faster than me, but I never thought the gap was so wide. All the more reason to keep trying hard, I suppose."
"Y-Yeah!" Midoriya said before the two high-fived. Maybe mark of shame was an exaggeration, Aizawa mused. The rest of the test didn't have anything too outrageous. The only other thing worth taking note of was Aoyama trying and failing to use his Quirk, Navel Laser, to clear through it with a good score. He needed to work on shortening the time he had to wait between firings.
Next was grip strength. Everyone was on there own for that one, so Aizawa couldn't pit Midoriya against anyone. Not that he needed to. He watched the exam, he already knew how incredibly powerful Midoriya was. He knew that, but he still didn't expect him to actually break the device.
"C-Can I get another one?" Midoriya asked.
"Can he?" Yamashiro asked.
"No. Let's just say you automatically win this one," Aizawa said. He wished there was a grin for him to tell him to wipe off. The rest of the test didn't have anything too outrageous. Shouji had the best score after Midoriya, followed by Koda (that was a little surprising), then Kendou, and so on and so forth.
The third test was the standing long jump. Just as he thought, Midoriya easily cleared the sandbox and then some; he nearly landed on the other side of the field before stopping himself in midair. Another person who was worth paying attention to was Ashido. She kicked the ground once, propelling herself into the air with some kind of blue light, kicked the ground a second time as she landed to repeat it with a larger spectacle, then finally launched herself forward after the third kick against what was now a small crater. She didn't land anywhere close to Midoriya, but no one else got farther than her. All in all, it was an excellent usage of her Quirk.
The fourth test was the sidesteps. Just as he thought, Midoriya handled it with ease, moving side to side with such incredibly speed that it was a little hard to track him. The person who did second best was, of all people, Mineta. Out of all of the students, he was the one struggling the most with all of the tests because of a blatant lack of physical ability. Fortunately, he was able to use his Quirk to produce a large number of bouncy balls from his head, causing his sidesteps to be done at rapid speed. If nothing else, it showcased exactly what he was trying to do with this whole thing.
The fifth test was the ball throw. Surprisingly, Midoriya wasn't the one to have an outrageous score. That honor belonged to Uraraka. Brown light enveloped her fingertips, she touched the ball, and it kept floating through the air until it went completely out of sight. For some reason, Yamashiro's tablet registered that as a score of "infinity". She breathed a sigh of relief and nearly fell to the ground when Yamashiro showed her her score. Couldn't blame her. Going off of her file, she probably felt like it was a miracle to be here, at all.
After Uraraka, it was Midoriya's turn. Just as he thought, his throw was utterly incredible, soaring out of sight in just a few seconds. When Yamashiro got his score, it somehow read "less than or equal to infinity". These things were really weird. After Midoriya was Bakugou, putting out an impressive score of 705 meters. All of his results had been impressive, now that he thought about it. Aizawa had assumed that Bakugou's handicap would get in the way, but he moved like it wasn't even there. One could only imagine the kind of training he put himself through to achieve that.
"It's my turn, now." Currently up to bat was Tokoyami. He was one of the people who wasn't using his power for any of the tests. His scores were good enough, so it wasn't a major issue, but he wanted to see it sooner, rather than later.
"No, this isn't one I can easily do on my own," Tokoyami coincidentally said. "I have no choice but to call upon your power. Now! Unleash your chaotic fury upon the world, Dark Shadow!"
Three seconds passed by without anything happening.
"I thought we talked about this! Fine. Imykst!" A dark cloud shot out of Tokoyami's stomach. Then, with a comical "POOF!", the word actually appearing out of nowhere, the cloud transformed into a birdlike creature made of shadows. It stretched out its body, performing the action and actually making itself larger, and with a yawn called out "Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!"
"Must you do that every time I go a few days without summoning you?" Tokoyami asked.
"I'll stop when it stops being funny, Fumi," the creature, Dark Shadow, said. Tokoyami rolled his eyes, and Aizawa couldn't blame him. "Anyway, what's on the menu for today?"
"I wish for you to launch this ball as far as you can. Into the heavens, if you must."
"You got it, boss!"
Dark Shadow took the ball out of Tokoyami's hands and tossed it high in the air. As the ball made its descent, Dark Shadow's body transformed into what looked like a medieval cannon. The ball fell into the back end, then a hand stretched out of its body to close it, followed by that same hand lighting a fuse with a snap of its fingers. The cannon turned upright, the fuse was completely burnt up, and the ball went flying through the air, eventually landing some 666 meters away.
"Ooops, botched it a little," Dark Shadow said.
"You did your job. Tskymi." At his command, Dark Shadow faded away into nothingness, not a single trace left behind.
Aizawa didn't really understand this, but he knew that he hated it.
After the ball throw, the students went through sit ups, long distance running, and seated toe touches. Nothing noteworthy happened in any of those events, so there was little to nothing to comment on. Either way, Aizawa's tests were over, and going back to the dramatic arc, they were now at the climax: the results.
Izuku Midoriya
Katsuki Bakugou
Momo Yaoyorozu
Shouto Todoroki
Tenya Iida
Fumikage Tokoyami
Mezou Shouji
Mashirao Ojiro
Eijirou Kirishima
Mina Ashido
Itsuka Kendou
Koji Koda
Tsuyu Asui
Ochaco Uraraka
Yuga Aoyama
Hanta Sero
Denki Kaminari
Kyoka Jirou
Tooru Hagakure
Minoru Mineta
"Well, there you have it," Aizawa said as Yamashiro closed the holographic display. "Now you all have a good understanding of where you stand, how you can improve, and in the case of one of you, whether or not you actually belong here."
That specific one being Mineta, of course, which brought them into the fourth step, falling action. It was going a little differently than normal. The person who got last place was usually crying or throwing a fit at this point, but Mineta was just staring off into space with a dejected look, completely at a loss. The other kids looked at him with a mixture of pity and ambivalence, ambivalence strongest with Bakugou. The only person who looked angry was Midoriya, the kid looking like he might blow a fuse.
"By the way, I was lying about expelling someone. It was a logical ruse designed to push you to your limits." All of the anger on Midoriya's face faded away, replacing itself with the same level of shock nearly everyone else had.
"S-S-So I'm not getting expelled?!" Mineta cried.
"Naturally; this should have been obvious from the start," Yaoyorozu said. "Although I must admit to having some doubts about that towards the end."
That was Midoriya's fault. Aizawa liked to milk things a little, get whoever got last place to take a walk of shame for a bit before breaking the news, but Midoriya had to ruin it by looking like he was going to start a fight. Last thing he needed was someone yelling at him for doing his job, so now it was time for falling action: explaining the logical ruse.
"You're right, Yaoyorozu, it should have been obvious, but don't you or anyone else think that that's because I'm a nice guy," Aizawa said. "Ask anyone who's been here more than a year and they'll tell you that I won't hesitate to kick someone out, but not like this; never with something like this. All that stuff I just had you do was basic physical training, and most of it you couldn't even use your powers to help get a better score. If I wanted to seriously test you, I'd put you through something far more elaborate. It'd probably be spread around the whole school, there'd be spikes jutting out of walls and the ground, and there'd also be shark tanks. Or fire. Or both. I'd probably do both. What were my notes, Yamashiro?"
"You did, in fact, talk about using both. There was also mention of finding a way to attach laser beams to the heads of the sharks," Yamashiro said.
"Right, forgot about that one. There was some kind of logistics problem with it-"
"The sharks would bite off someone's hand."
"Well, it was all hypothetical, anyway. But to reiterate, if I was really going to kick someone out, I'd do it for failing something designed to actually challenge them, not something as basic as this. Of course, the obvious exception would be if someone was abysmal in both power usage and pure physical ability. Mineta, you were able to use your Quirk to get a good score on the sidesteps, so that tells me you have an inkling of what you need to be doing. Try to work out a little, and there won't be any problems from me."
Aizawa wanted to believe that Mineta was thanking him, but it was hard to tell through all of the snot-filled crying he fell into.
"Okay, so we're done here. Hurry back inside so we can get the day over with."
With that, they were at denouement: the complete end of it all. Aizawa turned away and walked back towards the school, not bothering to give the kids any mind. They'd probably start filing in in a few minutes after some mindless chatter, and that was fine. He didn't need to keep a constant eye on them; he's their teacher, not their warden.
"That went well, right?" Yamashiro asked as she walked next to him.
"More or less."
"The less would be in reference to Midoriya, I presume."
Aizawa didn't respond because he hated how right that was. At every single test, Aizawa had been trying to use his Quirk on Midoriya, and at every single test, it did nothing at all to negate his powers. It wasn't like he expected it to work, but it was still annoying to have to add "Aliens" to the long list of people his Quirk was completely useless against.
When Midoriya and everyone else returned to their class, Aizawa and Yamashiro gave everyone their class schedules and told them to make sure that there weren't any errors with electives and other areas. Midoriya's schedule went as follows:
Homeroom: 8:25-8:35. Instructor: Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead (Midoriya couldn't believe he didn't recognize him at first glance).
1st. Period: 8:40-9:30. English. Instructor: Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic.
2nd. Period: 9:40-10:30. Modern Literature. Instructor: Ken Ishiyama/Cementoss (Mon-Wed). Art History. Instructor: Nemuri Kayama/Midnight (Thurs-Sat).
3rd. Period: 10:40-11:30. Science. Instructor: Sekijirou Kan/Vlad King (Monday, Wednesday, Fri-Sat). Personal training and self-study (Tuesday, Thursday).
4th. Period: 11:40-12:30. Math. Instructor: ?/Ectoplasm [Monday, Wednesday, Fri-Sat(There was some ink splattered across Ectoplasm's name, so it was a good thing Midoriya already knew it)]. Personal training and self-study (Tuesday, Thursday).
Lunch: 12:30-1:20.
5th. Period: 1:20-2:10. Hero Training. Instructors: Hikaru Hinata/All Might (Practical: Monday), Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead (Lecture: Tues-Sat).
6th. Period: 2:20-3:10. Social Studies. Instructor: Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead (Mon-Wed). Alien Studies. Instructor: Manegi Kanai/Kurile (Thurs-Sat).
7th. Period: 3:20-4:10. History. Instructor: ?/Snipe [Sat. (More ink splattered across a name he already knew).]
"Alien studies? Didn't know you were interested in that stuff," Kendou whispered, leaning over Midoriya's desk to look at his schedule.
"W-Well, it's not like I'm super interested in that stuff, or anything. It's just that, um, this and journalism were the only electives left, and I've never seen myself as much of a writer," Midoriya whispered back.
"I don't know, I think you could write something good if you tried."
"I agree with Kendou-san, but I would kindly suggest that we all stop talking, as Ms. Yamashiro looks like she wants our attention," Yaoyorozu whispered.
Midoriya snapped his head back over to the front of the class. Yamashiro was standing in front of everyone holding a stack of notecards, her hands shaking ever so slightly.
"Good morn-Good afternoon, students, pause for response. My name is Tatsu Yamashiro, and I will be assisting Mr. Aizawa for the duration of the school year, hold for applause. Since this is the first day of school for both of us, we should use this as a chance to get to know one another and establish our bonds for the rest of the year, hold for applause. Please talk amongst yourselves while enjoying soda and cookies at your leisure, gesture to snack tray."
She gestured to nothing.
"I'll be right back," Yamashiro said, dashing out of the room.
"You heard the lady: mingle. Or don't. I don't really care that much," Aizawa said as he wormed his way back into his sleeping bag.
After a few extra seconds of silence, Mineta was the one to get things moving when he said "I thought I was gonna die!" in a melancholic tone.
"I thought it was all over for me, right then and there, and then what would I be doing with my life? What else would there have been for Minoru Mineta?" Mineta asked.
"But Mr. Aizawa was never actually going to expel anyone, so you don't really need to get upset about it," Midoriya said. "At the very least, you can use it as motivation to work harder, right?"
"First you're on the verge of standing up for me, then you're giving me advice… Midoriya, do you ever stop being cool?!"
"I haven't even gotten started. Wait, that-that came out wrong. Can we please just talk about someone who isn't me?"
"Never thought I'd actually agree with you on anything," Bakugou said.
"So, just out of curiosity, do you actually like anything?" Uraraka asked. Bakugou glared at her, prompting a bit of impromptu, nonchalant whistling.
"He likes his cat," Midoriya said, the words slipping out of his mouth rather unexpectedly. Appropriately, Bakugou now looked like he was going to try and blow Midoriya up with his mind.
"You have a cat? That's so adorable!" Ashido shouted.
"I wanna see pictures! Please tell me you have pictures!" Hagakure said.
"I ain't showing you people shit!" Bakugou shouted.
"Bakugou, show everyone pictures of your cat, or you're on cleaning duty for a month," said Aizawa, who was suddenly out of his sleeping bag and standing right next to Bakugou's desk.
"Wha-goddammit, Deku! You see what you do?!" Midoriya got out a quick apology as Bakugou pulled out his phone. Save for Todoroki, everyone gathered around his desk to look at the pictures on his phone.
"Wait, your cat's blue? That's amazing!" Uraraka said.
"He seems like a fine beast. What is his name?" Tokoyami asked.
"Dexter," Bakugou said after a few seconds.
"Kind of a weird name for a cat, don't you think?" Kaminari asked.
"Yeah, but look how cute he is all curled up on his little pillow," Ashido said with a smile.
"I know these are only pictures, but I would figuratively die for this cat," Hagakure said.
"You and everyone else might as well go the extra mile," Bakugou said.
"Watch the mouth, kid," Aizawa said while leaning in to get a closer look.
"Sure, the cat's cute and all, but is he even nice? You know what they say about pets taking after their owners," Kendou asked.
"No, Dexter's a great cat! Scroll through some of the other pictures," Midoriya said. Aizawa, the closest person to the phone who felt like participating, did exactly as Midoriya had instructed. Sure enough, he came across multiple pictures of a young Midoriya and a young Bakugou having the time of their lives with Dexter the cat.
"Midoriya-san, why is the cat attacking you in all of these pictures?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"What, that? That's just this game we used to play where I'd try to pet him and he'd try and stop me by any means necessary. It was usually scratches, but sometimes he'd bite my fingers or throw his toys at me; it was a lot of fun."
"I'm pretty sure this cat hates you," Jirou said.
"Come on, that's ridiculous! I've known Dexter my entire life! Sure, he's a little rough around the edges, but he never means anything by this stuff. Things might get a heated, blood may be drawn here and there, but at the end of the day-"
"He fucking hates you, Deku," Bakugou said.
"What? No… no! No, no way. Just, just no! No… but-no, come on! No way!"
It was silently decided then and there that they were done talking about Bakugou's cat.
"So I know you asked us to stop talking about you so much, but your power is really amazing, Midoriya," Jirou said. "I mean, I already knew that from the entrance exam, but I didn't really get as good a look as I did from seeing you blaze through those tests."
"Yeah, people keep saying that, but I don't really think I'm that special," Midoriya said. "I'm only able to do all of that because of the way my body absorbs sunlight, so without that, I'm just a normal guy."
"Good to know we can beat you just by sitting around for five billion years," Kendou said.
"So if sunlight makes you stronger and gives you all of those other abilities, then you're what, a buff plant?" Kirishima asked. "Not that there's anything wrong with that! Who doesn't like Kamui Woods, Swamp Thing, or hell, even Poison Ivy when she isn't being an ecoterrorist?"
"Thanks?" Midoriya said, not completely certain of how he should have taken that.
"Kind of hard to believe that that's just a Quirk. Something that crazy is usually a Metahuman ability, right?" Sero asked.
"I wish that were true," Ojiro said.
"Ojiro-kun, are you a Metahuman?" Midoriya asked.
"That's right, though as you can tell, I don't really have anything that crazy for an ability," Ojiro said, flourishing his tail.
"I'm a Metahuman, too!" Hagakure said, doing an action that Midoriya assumed was her raising an arm. "Hey, who else is a Metahuman?"
Uraraka, Asui, and Kaminari all raised their hands. That meant there were five Metahumans in this one class. Considering that Metahumans only accounted for about eight percent of the superpowered population, this was a rather impressive figure.
"Yay! I've never met any Metahumans outside of my family, before! Is that the same for you guys?" Hagakure asked.
"Basically," Ojiro said. "My parents are Metahumans, but other than them, I'd never met anyone else with a Metagene. On the bright side, it meant that there was no need to worry about me not developing powers at age four, like everyone else. We knew that my power, if it existed, would come from a Metagene, and not a Quirk, so it was just a matter of waiting for the right emotional stimulus. For me, it was when I won my first karate tournament at age six… though I sometimes feel like the pain of having a tail suddenly sprout out of your back should have been enough to give me a second power."
"Oh, you study martial arts? Me, too," Kendou said. "I've picked up a bit of karate, but my dojo kind of mixes a bunch of styles into one, so studying there kind of gives you a little bit of everything. Assuming you can actually put up with the intense labor of it all, of course."
"I-I think I'm good with just karate. Anyway, when did the rest of you awaken your Metagenes?"
"Eh, it's nothing special. I was almost five, people were picking on me for allegedly being Quirkless, and I got so upset about it that my powers finally kicked in; you hear about Metahumans getting their powers like that, all the time," Kaminari said. "Though I will tell you that the bath is the absolute worst place to find out you have electrical powers."
Jirou gave a little laugh at that.
"Hey, I could have died!"
"Yeah, but you didn't, and that's why it's funny," Jirou said.
"I… Yeah, you got me there. Okay, who's next? How 'bout you go?" Kaminari asked, pointing at Asui.
"I was about six when my Metagene activated," Asui said. "I don't really know what triggered it; I was just minding my own business, and all of a sudden, I started looking like this."
"Your Metagene activated without an emotional trigger? That's pretty rare," Yaoyorozu said.
"Not impossible, though, at least according to the doctors. It was pretty surprising to see myself like this, though."
"Yeah. Must be weird being so different from everyone else," Midoriya said.
"No, I didn't think it was weird simply because I was a frog girl, I thought it was weird that I was a frog girl when everyone in my family has a Quirk that gives them scorpion-like bodies," Asui said.
"Th-That is weird, Asui-san. A little ironic, too… I think."
"Eh, I'm okay with it, now. By the way, you can all just call me 'Tsuyu-chan', if you feel like it, ribbit," Tsuyu said. "What about you, Ochaco-chan, when did your Metagene first activate?"
"Huh? Me?" Uraraka, who had been doing her best to go unnoticed, asked. "Um, well, I actually took a little longer to get my power than normal."
"Really? How old were you? Seven? Eight?" Mineta asked.
"Fourteen."
Midoriya felt himself take a step back.
"Wait, so you've only had your powers for about a year?" Midoriya asked. Uraraka nodded her head with a nervous look on her face.
"I've never heard of a Metahuman going so long without their Metagene activating in this day and age," Iida said.
"Hey, don't sweat, Uraraka-chan. My mom's a super awesome Hero, and she didn't get her powers until she got caught up in a crisis in her twenties!" Hagakure said. "Of course, she wasn't a Metahuman, she got mutated by weird space energy from who knows where, and now I'm thinking that this isn't a good example-"
"Hey, hey, it's fine, really!" Uraraka cut in. "I've already had to spend a long time dealing with this, and I don't want people feeling sorry for me. It's still kind of embarrassing to talk about, but for a while now," she looked at Midoriya and the rest of their group, "I've felt like a stronger person than I used to be. And hey! I got what I wanted. I have powers, and I can become a Hero, just like Wonder Woman. So it's fine, really."
"That, it is!" Iida said. "Uraraka-kun, your strength of heart is truly admirable!" Uraraka put out a small "Thank you" while rubbing the back of her head. Midoriya felt that that was enough to leave it alone, for now.
"Hey, speaking of weird powers, what was that thing you were doing, Tokoyami?" Ashido asked.
"I was simply reaching into the void and calling upon a powerful entity to do my bidding," Tokoyami said. Apparently, that was a sentence.
"So magic, right?"
"Yes, Dark Shadow operates in a way that can be classified as such, at least… fine, I'll let you talk to them. Imykst!" A dark cloud shot out of Tokoyami's stomach. Then, with a comical "POOF!", the word actually appearing out of nowhere, the cloud transformed into a birdlike creature made of shadows.
"How's it going, class of 20XX? You guys feelin' alive, today?!" Dark Shadow shouted in a tone that greatly contrasted Tokoyami's. "Name's Tskymi, spelt just like it sounds." The letters "T", "S", "K", "Y", "M", and "I" appeared above Dark Shadow's glowing a neon periwinkle.
"You can all see why I was hesitant to call upon him, right?" Tokoyami asked.
"As you can all plainly see, I'm both the fun one and the handsome one."
"Hold on a second," Yaoyorozu said. "The way that you summon and dispel Dark Shadow, and how you said your favorite Hero is Johnny Thunder… Tokoyami-san, are you in possession of a Genie?"
"Righty-o! Give the girl a prize!" Dark Shadow said before Tokoyami had a chance to even open his mouth. Both of them paused for exclamations of awe and astonishment.
"S-So you're just like Thunderbolt? Or Qwsp? O-Or even Bat-Mite?!" Koda asked in a quiet whisper.
"I'm not as dorky as those guys, but yeah, basically got all of their stuff mixed together in a nice little stew. You know what I'm talking about, right? PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER… itty bitty living space?"
Dark Shadow repeatedly patted the top of Tokoyami's head as he said the last part.
"Seriously, sometimes I need a magnifying glass to make sure I'm still attached to this guy," Dark Shadow said, making a comically large magnifying glass appear out of thin air. Everyone but Tokoyami, Todoroki, and Bakugou was amused.
"This is so cool! Even though Johnny Thunder was too goofy to always use Thunderbolt in the best ways, he was still one of the most powerful members of the Justice Society thanks to the reality warping powers of his wishes!" Midoriya said. "How did you two even end up together?"
"Well, it all goes back to the island nation of… no, I cannot speak of this," Tokoyami said. "The ordeals I went through to obtain this power are too wretched to warrant repeating."
"Oh, okay, then-"
"Relaying these details would not at all send your heart aflutter; all they would do is weigh it down with their depressive form."
"Alright, sounds like it's a lot-"
"If I were to even attempt to treat you to such a tremendously terrifying tale, your souls would shatter to pieces! Like Marie Antoinette, the fear it would strike in you would make your hair turn a pale white, in an instant!"
"Do you want to tell us about it, or not?" Midoriya asked. After a few seconds of silence, Tokoyami said "No".
"Oh, Fumi, always with the dramatics. I don't know where he gets it from. But hey, he's finally around normalish people, maybe you guys can help straighten him out. Especially you," Dark Shadow said, his eyes looking straight at Midoriya.
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. You seem like you got a good head on your shoulders. Plus, there's just something about you. Something that feels like… something." Dark Shadow floated over to Midoriya and wrapped himself around him. His body felt weird, spongy and boney, at the same time. It was a bizarre feeling, and it was even more bizarre to feel it again and again as Dark Shadow's hands went all around his body.
"Tokoyami, why is your Genie molesting Midoriya?" Kendou asked.
"What? Just getting a general feel of the guy," Dark Shadow said.
"That's kind of the problem."
"I really do feel uncomfortable, though," Midoriya said.
"Then this is now at an end. Tskymi!" Tokoyami shouted. In an instant, Dark Shadow vanished from sight, and both Midoriya and Tokoyami breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, Yamashiro had finally returned with the snacks that were promised to everyone several minutes earlier. She looked exhausted and out of breath, and there was dirt splattered across the bare midriff and bandaged chest that Mineta, Kaminari, and-for some reason-Uraraka kept looking at. Regardless, Midoriya was glad she was back; it seemed like everyone was getting a little tired of talking and wanted to just have something to eat.
Just as Aizawa had promised, they were all allowed to go home after they finished mingling, which apparently meant after they had polished off enough of Yamashiro's snacks. Not like they were even that good, Bakugou told himself. How they were good enough for that gravity Meta to sneak a bunch into her pockets, he didn't know. Either way, the day was over, and after peeing, he'd be able to get away from these people for the rest of the day.
Of course, Midoriya just had to be in the bathroom at the exact same time as him. He had the decency to not go in the urinal next to him, but that could only go so far. It couldn't stop him from remembering how pissed he was at the guy. Getting first on the entrance exam, setting a school record, getting first on Aizawa's stupid test, apparently being friends with one of other eight people who did better than him. He just couldn't stop trying to one-up him.
I'll show you, Deku. If you think you're ever gonna get the jump on me again, then think again! Bakugou thought to himself. He solidified the thought by making sure he was the first to finish between the two of them. A truly tremendous victory, though it was slightly ruined by Midoriya somehow managing to get to the door at the same time as him.
"After you," Midoriya said, barely even looking Bakugou in the eye. Not like Bakugou felt like doing that, either. With that being settled, Bakugou exited the bathroom, Midoriya leaving two seconds after him, and both of them still being close to the door when the girls bathroom opened and two people stepped out: the Luthor girl, Alexis Luthor, and that super tall girl she came in with, her butler, or something.
"Oh? Fancy running into you, here," Alexis said. Bakugou raised an eyebrow. He'd never seen the girl before today, so there shouldn't be any reason for her to know him. Not only that, but even with Bakugou being as great as he knew he was, there wasn't any reason for any Luthor to try and pull up information on him.
"H-Hello Alexis-san, Mercy-san." There it was. She was talking to Midoriya, for some reason. Because Midoriya was associated with a Luthor. Because of course he was.
"S-So, you really did decide to go here," Midoriya said.
"That's right. Say hello to Support Department, Class 1-H's most valuable player," Alexis said. "Honestly, I'm a little surprised at how easy it was to get in. Everyone applying had to display a device of their own creation, and except for maybe two other people, it was all so amateur. Probably why they acted like I just created sliced bread when it was my turn. Japan's supposed to be at the forefront of technology, yet they acted like it was so surprising to see a portable, Tritium-powered fusion reactor."
"I feel like that'd be shocking, anywhere," Midoriya said, scratching the back of his head. "Mercy-san, the way your uniform is stylized… are you in the Business Course?"
"Yep. I've already been handling Lexi's affairs for years, figured I might as well get a degree for it and learn a little extra," Mercy said. "That was the idea, anyway. If today is any indication of what I'm in for, then I could have graduated from this program when I was ten."
"I could have been done with mine at three, so I win," Alexis said. Another comment that didn't even acknowledge Bakugou. "Unless, of course, Izuku could beat that. I bet you could."
"I-I don't really think it would work that well for me," Midoriya said.
"Please, you're being too modest. As if anyone else in your class is even the dimmest of candelas, compared to you."
"You got somethin' you want to say to me, bitch?!" Bakugou shouted.
"Hm? Izuku, has there been someone standing next to you, this entire time?" Alexis asked. Midoriya gave a hesitant nod. It all only served to make him angrier.
"I'm sorry I didn't mention it; I honestly didn't think it was important," Mercy said, not even trying to look Bakugou in the eye.
"Why don't you try saying that to my face, Beanpole?!" Bakugou shouted.
"'Beanpole'?"
"K-Kacchan, calm down! Getting angry won't accomplish anything with these people," Midoriya said, somehow thinking it was okay to step between them.
"Oh, you must be Katsuki, then. I'm surprised that your relationship developed in such a way," Alexis said. "I figured you'd want nothing to do with Izuku, but you… you fancy yourself a rival, don't you? You see yourself as his Kaiba, his Tetsuo, his Kurei, his Glomgold, his Sasuke-actually, scratch that last one, I don't think that one's a good comparison."
What the hell is this bitch even talking about?! Bakugou shouted in his head.
"It's kind of charming, in a way. Everyone loves a good rivalry, especially when it starts off with one person being so obviously below the other. That is what you're going for, right? I'd assume so. After all, Izuku did so well on the entrance exam that he broke a school record-delightful speech, by the way-and you weren't talked about, at all. Was your score even anywhere close to his?"
Every syllable out of her mouth felt like an annoying little slap to the face. She was a Luthor, she could do whatever she wanted and say whatever she wanted, and trying to fight that was suicide. That had to have been what was going through her head, and why not? It had to be how things worked for her in Metropolis, but not in Musutafu. Bakugou wouldn't stand for it. Not after the day he was having.
"Why don't you shut your mouth before I fucking shut it for you, Baldy?!" Not his best work, but it would have to do, for now.
"Well, well, well, look who's feeling brave and bold? Mercy, could you remind me what happened the last time someone-hold on, did you just call me 'Baldy'?"
"Got a problem with me calling you Baldy, Baldy?"
Alexis stared at Bakugou in silence, the intensity of her glare matching his own. It was like the two were in an impromptu staring contest. If that was what was going on, then Bakugou had to be winning with how soft her face was getting, all of a sudden.
After she suddenly started laughing, though, he had no idea what was happening.
"I can't-I can't believe you-of all things-Baldy!" Alexis cried between fits of laughter.
"Stop laughing."
"It's just-That's insane! I've-I've been called so many names because of who my grandfather is, but this! This-This is a first!"
"Stop laughing."
"Baldy! Baldy! Mercy, he-he-he called me Baldy! It's-It's amazing! It's so stupid that it loops around to being brilliant!"
"Stop laughing!" Bakugou shouted. At the same time, Alexis fell to the floor, still laughing all the while.
"Mercy! Mercy, Mercy, Mercy! Please-Please carry me out of here before he starts talking again. I-I'm going to figuratively bust a gut at this rate!"
"Are your legs broken?" Mercy asked.
"Am I still-Am I still signing your paycheck?"
"Fair point," Mercy said. She lifted the still-laughing Alexis off the ground, hoisted her onto her back, and walked away from the bathrooms. No matter how hard Bakugou tried, he couldn't block out her laughter. She was either still in earshot or it was just annoying enough to get stuck in his head. Or both. Hopefully it wasn't both.
"'Baldy'? That's kind of a weird one, isn't it?" Midoriya asked.
"The hell do you care, Deku?" Bakugou asked. "Last I checked, I didn't ask for any copyediting!"
Midoriya opened his mouth to stammer out something new, but before he could, someone else stepped out of the boys bathroom. Bakugou knew who it was with a single glance: Shouto Todoroki, one of his classmates, and son of the Number Two Hero, Endeavor. And if he wasn't mistaken, he was looking right at Midoriya.
"Midoriya," Todoroki said, confirming his suspicions.
"T-T-Todoroki-kun?!" Midoriya stammered.
Goddammit, why are so many people who know Deku taking shits, right now? And why are they all ignoring me?! Bakugou asked himself.
"You know, my old man told me to look out for you," Todoroki said.
"H-H-He did?" Midoriya was sweating bullets, his face looked like he took a cannonball to the gut. Bakugou didn't get it at all.
"Before I left for school today, he said that someone named Izuku Midoriya was going to be my toughest competition, that I might end up falling behind him if I didn't go all out." Todoroki clenched his left hand into a fist as he said the last part.
"A-A-And was there a reason for that?" Midoriya asked, getting out the obvious question.
"He just said that you were strong and left it at that." That seemed to relax Midoriya, for some reason. "I didn't really get it, and when I saw you at the opening ceremony, saw someone who looked like he wouldn't last five seconds against Kite Man, I thought my old man was trying to tell a joke for the first time in his life. But after the speech, Mr. Aizawa's test, and the way you wanted to stand up for Mineta, I started to understand it, a little."
Midoriya opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing ever came out.
"You're definitely a strong guy in both power and heart; I can see why my old man told me to look out for you. Even so, don't think for a second that where you are now is enough to take you to the top. I'm going to defeat you, and I don't plan on giving you a chance for a counterattack."
"Are you shitting me?!" Bakugou shouted, finally deciding to speak. "What the hell is up with you people?! Everyone's 'Deku' this and 'Deku' that like it's the latest trend, or something! What the hell's he even doing to be you and everyone else's little golden boy?! Huh?!"
"Hey, I didn't ask for all this atten-" As Midoriya was talking, Todoroki cut him off to ask, "When did you get here?"
"Are you shitting me, right now?!" Bakugou shouted.
"Anyway, Midoriya-"
"Dammit, answer me!"
"I have nothing to say to you because I don't care about you. If you want me to, stop attaching yourself to Midoriya like some kind of leech," Todoroki said, eyes still locked squarely on Midoriya.
Just like that, Todoroki went to the top of his shit list.
"Who the fuck are you to try and make fun of me? At least I didn't need Daddy's fame and fortune to get in here!"
For the first time, Todoroki turned towards Bakugou.
"H-Hey now, let's not do anything rash," Midoriya pleaded.
"You should be thankful I didn't take the normal exam," Todoroki said. "If I did, I might have done well enough to stop someone in our class from getting in. Care to remind me about how low your score was?"
"Will you people get some new material, already?!"
"How do you want us to make fun of you, then?" Todoroki deserved his spot on the list, Bakugou thought.
"I'm getting real sick of you and all these other shitheads acting like I'm some sort of joke compared to him!" Bakugou shouted, pointing a finger at Midoriya. "You all keep talking about how great Deku is and how he's the one you have to beat, well guess what?! There ain't no way in hell anyone's taking a shot at him before I beat him to a bloody pulp, so take a number and get in line, Two-Face!"
The end of Bakugou's spiel created a silence that put all others before it to shame. If Bakugou concentrated, he could hear Midoriya's eyes widening in shock. If he kept concentrating, he could hear the same thing happening with his friends, Kendou and the other three, as they just happened to walk into the area. Todoroki was the only one not giving anything away, his face completely steady. After a few seconds, he finally sighed, let out a solitary "Yep," and walked away from Bakugou.
"I-I think I should go, now," Midoriya said. He ran to his friends, and the five of them went off in the opposite direction Todoroki went.
At that point, Bakugou was alone, everyone he was talking to forced away through one reason or the other. Fine. He didn't need them around, anyway.
He didn't need any of these people.
With how stressful the day had started, all Midoriya wanted was for it to at least have a relaxed ending. At first, it seemed like things were going that way with the small party, but of course it all spiraled out of control not long after. Those sudden meetings with Alexis, Mercy, and Todoroki felt like they each took a few years off of his life, especially with how things went with Todoroki. He should have known nothing good would come of peeing at the same time as Bakugou.
At the very least, his suspicions about Todoroki knowing he was an alien were thoroughly debunked; that would help him sleep a little easier. The things that were said, on the other hand, did a good job of putting things against him, once more.
"You're definitely a strong guy in both power and heart; I can see why my old man told me to look out for you. Even so, don't think for a second that where you are now is enough to take you to the top. I'm going to defeat you, and I don't plan on giving you a chance for a counterattack." That's what Todoroki had said to him. A declaration of war on the first day of school. Only someone like him could get that.
He's not wrong, though, Midoriya thought to himself. It's not like I don't already know that I still have work to do. I wouldn't be here if I thought anything else. I'm not trying to pick a fight with you or anyone else, but Todoroki-kun, if you try and come at me, don't think I'll just stand and take it.
"What on Earth is this?!" Iida shouted. The five of them had exited the building, and amongst their small group, it was Iida who chose to speak their collective thoughts about what appeared to be a giant pillar of ice towering above the front gate and bearing a width large enough to knock over several Justice Society busts.
"This wasn't here this morning, right?" Uraraka asked.
"It was not. What we're looking at is a clear act of vandalism!" Iida said. "Who would have the audacity to damage school property to such an extent?! And on the first day of school, no less?!"
"Couldn't it have been an accident?" Midoriya asked. "If someone has a power that lets them make ice on this kind of scale, then they could have just destroyed everything, but only a few busts are knocked over."
"I suppose that wouldn't be impossible. Perhaps whoever did this was looking for an outlet to release the stress that had built up over the course of the day. Even still! U.A. has plenty of facilities where students are able to freely use their powers, so there was no need for something like this!"
"Not that I don't agree with you, Iida, but maybe turn it down a notch? You know, going back to that first day stress you were talking about," Kendou said.
"Why don't we all try and relax with a late lunch?" Yaoyorozu asked. "We can all finally be in the same place at the same time, and that seems worthy of celebration. My treat."
"I'm in!" Uraraka said, hands moving around the same pockets she had stuffed extra food into.
"I would be glad to participate," Iida said.
"Looks like this is the Monstars first official meeting," Kendou said.
"Midoriya-san? Are you in?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"Y-Yeah. That sounds great," Midoriya said. Maybe the day was going to end on a higher note than he thought it would.
The next day, after a rather tumultuous morning, Midoriya's first real day of school was in full swing. Even though U.A. was a Hero School, they still needed to deal with standard academics. Most people just looked bored sitting through them, and while Midoriya could understand that, there was still a lot of joy to be found in the teaching staff.
First period English with Present Mic, who brought the same energy to teaching that he brought to his radio show. After that was modern literature with Cementoss; while Midoriya never had any doubts of his intelligence, he never knew the man was so well-read. Following that was science with Vlad King; made sense that someone who fought with blood would have a familiarity with the human body. Fourth period brought them into math with Ectoplasm; the lesson plan was about as exciting as math could be, though he wished that it was easier to understand Ectoplasm with whatever accent he was speaking with.
After lunch came the one class that everyone was excited for: Hero Training. This probably would have gotten everyone excited, but the fact that it was All Might teaching them made everyone start oozing joy and good vibes.
"I am… coming through the door, like a normal person!" All Might shouted, trying his hardest to keep to that. He marched in wearing his Silver Age costume, the one that bore a red coloring and a cape as opposed to his blue, capeless Golden Age costume, and he did so while whistling the tune of a Hoyt S. Curtin song.
"Welcome, children, to Hero Training! Of all your classes, this is the one that'll really whip you all into shape on the path to becoming true Heroes. Because of that, we're starting off strong and heading right into one of the most important aspects: Battle Training!"
Midoriya didn't like how much Bakugou was smiling at that. As Midoriya was looking at him, he noticed that the wall on the far left was opening up into four segments, each one holding five numbered boxes.
"Since this is the beginning of your Hero careers, it's only natural that you look the part, so here they are! All of your costumes, made with all of your specifications! Grab your costume, go get changed, and then it's go time!"
Everyone cheered as they ran over to grab their costumes. Midoriya, on the other hand, just grabbed his backpack and headed for the door.
"Where are you going, Young Midoriya? You need to wear your costume for today's lesson," All Might said.
"I-It's fine. There's nothing in there, anyway," Midoriya said. "N-Not that I forgot to come up with anything, it's just-"
"It's just that Midoriya-san felt like going outside the box for his costume," Yaoyorozu said with a smile.
"Is that right? Well then, more pow-good for you!" All Might said. For some reason, he stumbled a bit while trying to say "power". It probably meant nothing.
A few minutes later, Midoriya, having made his way to a bathroom, finished changing into his costume.
Alright, this is it, Midoriya told himself as he zipped up the jacket portion. This is my costume. He looked over himself in the mirror to make sure everything was in order. Belt, check. Striped boots, check. Symbol of the House of El displayed proudly on his chest, check. Bunny ear hoodie that was there because he just had to have it in, check. General pattern of green and white running across the entire outfit, check. It was official, everything was in order.
It was finally time for Midoriya to be a Hero.
The artwork for Midoriya's costume was commissioned by Kaiyamon on Tumblr; hope you all like it. In case you missed it, the Eri sidestory I mentioned writing has been published as a separate story called Be Humble . Check it out if you haven't already, and keep an eye on The Infamous Man, he might be cooking up something special in relation to this.
Anyway, thanks for reading, and if you've been adding to the TV Tropes page, thanks for that, too! Join us next time when Midoriya adopts Bakugou as his son and spends weeks emotionally abusing him!
Chapter 12: A Series of Unfortunate Interludes
Chapter Text
Great Teacher Yagi
As he stood outside the door of his classroom, All Might couldn't help but feel a tad hypocritical. He had just told Midoriya that he didn't need to be so nervous, yet here he was, having trouble to brace himself for his first homeroom class. The irony of it all.
Come on, Toshinori, show a little more courage, already! All Might told himself. So what if this is the first time you've ever been asked to impart knowledge onto young and impressionable minds? So what if doing a poor job here could potentially scar these children for life and ruin their futures? So what if you're now responsible for making sure that all of these kids don't end up throwing their lives away into a meaningless void of nothingness? That doesn't matter! Well, it does matter, but you've got to put it on the back burner! Forget about your lack of experience, forget about your inability to construct a lesson plan, forget about your lack of understanding of PowerPoint and Excel! You just need to go in there and give them the same energy you use to punch bad guys in the face!
With renewed resolve, All Might threw the door open and charged in, taking the metaphorical bull by the metaphorical horns.
"I am… here to start homeroom!" All Might shouted. The proud students exploded with glee as they watched him march in with his Silver Age costume, whistling the tune of a Hoyt S. Curtin song all the while.
"Holy shit, it's All Might!" one student shouted.
"All Might's really our homeroom teacher!" another student shouted.
"This is the best day ever! I love you!" a third student shouted.
"I love you, too, random student!" All Might said. "You all must think it's an honor to have me standing in front of you, but if you ask me, you've got that backwards. Starting today, you're all seniors at this school, and there's nothing I'd enjoy more than being the one to guide you through the final steps of maturity. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you all for bestowing such an honor upon me!"
More cheering came out of the students, and All Might smiled. It seemed like he was worrying over nothing. After all, if he could fend off Libra while simultaneously rescuing dozens of people from a burning building, he could teach a class of seventeen kids, no problem.
"Hang on a minute. Seventeen? What's with those empty desks? Don't tell me I've got three kids playing hooky on the first day of class."
"Probably just those guys. Leave it to them to be late on the first day of school," one student said while rolling his eyes.
Looks like I've got some troublemakers in my class. No matter. I'll just act like a good teacher and whip their delinquent butts into shape, All Might thought to himself.
At that moment, with a very comedic sense of timing, a large naked man jumped through the wall on All Might's left and tumble into the wall on his right, the man shouting "POWER" in English all the while. All Might, for more than one reason, didn't know what to say.
"I made it!" the naked man shouted with a smile.
"You're late," one student said.
"Oh no!" the naked man shouted, still smiling.
The class started laughing at the naked man's folly. All Might watched it all in stunned silence. As he did, the door opened up, and in walked two more people, clearly the last of his missing students.
"Did you really have to do this on the first day?" asked one of the pair, a dark-haired boy with pointed ears and a nervous expression on his face. Folded up neatly in his hands was a pile of clothes that All Might assumed belonged to the naked man.
"Well, if he starts getting it out of his system now, it might not happen-hi, Yuyu! We're in the same class, again! Yay!" said the other half of the pair, a girl with long, twisting blue hair who, after talking to Yuyu, spent the next ten seconds bouncing across the room to have small conversations with everyone else in class.
"Oh, hey! All Might's our homeroom teacher! Hey guys, look, look! It's All Might!" the girl shouted.
"How are you only now noticing that?" the boy with pointed ears asked as he handed the naked man his clothes.
"It's really All Might?!" the naked man shouted as he threw on all his clothes. "Man, I can't believe this! This is incredible! I'm really sorry we're late. We missed the first train to school because someone thought it'd be a good idea to sleep in."
""That was you,"" the boy with the pointed ears and the girl with the twisting hair said in unison.
"Hey, you don't have to tell him that. Anyway, I'm really sorry you had to see all of that. Eraserhead or Power Loader would be one thing, but I didn't want All Might of all people to take a gander at Little Mirio, first thing in the morning!"
"I-It's fine. Just… Just take your seat. That goes for your friends, too," All Might said.
The formerly naked man marched into his seat with a bright smile. The boy with pointed ears slowly walked into the seat behind him with a mopey expression, and the girl with the twisting hair skipped into the seat behind him with an excited look on her face.
"A-Anyway, it's time to start class introductions. They're the last ones you'll ever make, so make them count!" All Might shouted with fake enthusiasm. At the very least, he paid attention to the names that were being said, but everything else went in one ear and out the other. Except, of course, when it came time for the three latecomers to speak.
The boy with the pointed ears was named Tamaki Amajiki. The girl with the twisting hair was named Nejire Hadou. The naked man with the blonde cowlick and eyes that looked straight out of an old school American cartoon was named Mirio Togata. All Might already knew that, though. He knew that because well before the start of the school year, Nedzu and another associate of his informed him that Mirio Togata was the one student at U.A. most worthy of inheriting One for All.
"SHIT," was all All Might could think in response to such a situation.
The Daily Struggles of U.A. High School Janitor Hana Aoi, Age 32, Blood Type O, Three Sizes Moderately Satisfying, Part 1
After thirty minutes of hard work, determination, and masterful utilization of a Sixth Metal plunger, Hana Aoi finished clearing the literal explosive diarrhea. The first day of school, and she already wanted to punch someone's parents in their faces.
No, no, don't do that. Only Villains do that, Aoi told herself. Heaving a heavy sigh, she entered the custodians' office and plopped down on the couch, ready for a few minutes of peace and quiet.
"Aoi, get off your ass! You've got work to do!" Her brief respite was made even briefer thanks to the hardened voice of her supervisor.
"Come on, Mitsuhide-san! I just spent half an hour cleaning literal explosive diarrhea! Doesn't that earn even me five minutes to myself?!" Aoi cried.
"You know what? Maybe it should… for people who don't go chatting up the brats who infect this school like a plague!"
"Wha-"
"I saw you talking to that Hero Course kid with the spitcurl! Getting cozy with those kinds of people is bad enough, but getting buddy-buddy with their top dog is something I won't stand for! Understand?!"
"Yes, sir," Aoi sighed as she got off the couch. As she walked over to Mitsuhide's desk, she couldn't help but notice her fellow janitors laughing at her and whispering about how "Miichi" really laid into her. The nerve of all of them. Surely Aoi didn't deserve to be punished just for having a ten-second conversation with someone, right? At any other school, the answer would be a resounding "Yes", but not at U.A. Not when the head janitor was Josefumi Mitsuhide, a man with an inexplicable hatred of Heroes and all things related to Heroes.
Just her luck.
As it turned out, the job was assisting the new hire with retrieving something for her class. Aoi figured that it being a teacher must have been why Mitsuhide was so adamant about it; the man hated having to clean up after the Hero Course kids, but what he hated even more than that was having to clean up after the Hero Course teachers, people who, according to him, should have enough competency to handle their own problems.
Mitsuhide was really fun at parties.
Moving on from that, Aoi walked to the Hero Course faculty lounge. Waiting outside the door was a masked woman with hair as dark as the leather pants and jacket she was wearing. Her chest was wrapped in a sarashi, her midriff was completely exposed, and two katanas were hanging at her hip. As far as Aoi was concerned, she was a quintessential samurai biker babe, which made it even weirder when she jumped back a few centimeters after a simple greeting.
"Um, you're the new teaching assistant, Tatsu Yamashiro-san, yes?" Aoi asked. The woman nodded her head and confirmed what Aoi already knew. "Nice to meet you. What seems to be the problem?"
"I'm supposed to be giving snacks to my students, but I can't seem to find them," Yamashiro said.
"Well, they wouldn't be in the teachers lounge. Any and all food items not being eaten in the cafeteria are stored in the kitchen until a teacher comes to pick them up."
"I see. Thank you." Aoi started to take a step away from Yamashiro, only to stop herself when she noticed that Yamashiro wasn't moving, at all.
"You don't know where the kitchen is, do you?" Yamashiro slowly nodded her head. For a second, Aoi found herself understanding Mitsuhide's feelings about the Hero Course. "Alright, follow me. It's just a quick walk from here, and this way, you'll know for next time."
"Thank you. Sorry for the trouble."
"Don't mention it. Supporting people who keep the world spinning is what makes janitors janitors, after all."
With that being said, Aoi began to lead Yamashiro to the kitchen. The two didn't talk about much of anything, partly because it really was a quick walk, partly because Yamashiro seemed too nervous to speak. That was fine, though. They'd be done with this relatively soon, so it wasn't as if a lot could happen between the two of them.
As soon as the thought finished playing through Aoi's head, the door to the cafeteria, which they had only just then come to, exploded.
"What the hell?!" Aoi shouted.
"Ahhhh! Someone! Help!" The voice that shouted that was robotic and came from the cafeteria. The owner had to be U.A.'s robot chef, the C00K H3R0, Lunch Rush, and he was in some kind of danger.
"Let's go," Yamashiro said as she ran to the hole in the wall.
"What?! Me, too?!" Aoi asked.
"I still need help with the snacks. ...No, that's stupid. Forget I said anything and-"
"No way! This is the kind of stuff a girl like me looks forward to!" Aoi said with a smile that would have made All Might proud. Yamashiro gave an "OK", and the two ran into the cafeteria. Aoi didn't know what they were in for, but she was confident they could handle it.
Upon entering the cafeteria, that confidence didn't completely vanish, but Aoi had to admit that it had taken a significant hit. Not because what they were dealing with was terrifying so much as it was because what they were dealing with, a giant robotic gorilla with eight tentacles coming out of its back, was just incredibly weird.
"What the hell?!" Aoi asked. The robotic monstrosity let out a primal roar as it swung its arms and tentacles about. As it did, Aoi saw that one of its tentacles had itself wrapped around Lunch Rush.
"Somebody help me!" Lunch Rush cried.
"Yamashiro-san, I think that's-" Before Aoi could finish talking, Yamashiro had dashed off towards the robot. Faster than Aoi could blink, she drew her twin swords and sliced off the tentacle Lunch Rush was wrapped in. Lunch Rush squeezed himself out of the tentacle, and barely a second later, the severed end stretched out until it reconnected with the main body. An impressive action that was immediately followed up by the robot firing a laser from its mouth at Yamashiro. She was able to dodge it, but it kept firing more shots at her.
"Are you all right, Lunch Rush?" Aoi asked.
"I'm fine," Lunch Rush said. "More importantly, that thing is-"
"Really giving Yamashiro-san a hard time, I know."
"No, that's not what-"
"Yamashiro-san's swords clearly aren't for show, but that robot's one tough customer, especially with that regeneration ability. How can a robot even do something like that?"
"It's simple, really. The Robo-Octo-Ape is constructed from a living metal of my own design, allowing it to perform self-healing whenever its limbs are detached! Impressive, right?"
"I think it'd be more impressive if it wasn't trying to kill us-wait, who's talking?"
"Up here!" Aoi turned her head towards the ceiling and saw that she was standing directly underneath the body of a female student from the shoulders down. Normally, this kind of view would give someone in Aoi's position a view of a pair of panties, but all Aoi saw were legs with a metallic smoothness to them. She didn't know if that was actually more comfortable.
"You! Why are you still here?!" Lunch Rush shouted.
"That's kind of obvious, isn't it?" the girl with the Barbie doll anatomy asked. "Luckily, I just spat out an acidic compound that will make the size of this hole large enough for me to calmly slip through-"
The hole above her shoulders widened to ten meters in diameter and she quickly fell to the ground with a large crash. Aoi could now see that the girl with the Barbie doll anatomy had metallic fingers broken up into segments, yellow eyes with crosshair-shaped pupils that appeared to be bulging out of her head, and pink dreadlocks that were dyed at the tip to resemble light bulbs. When she got off the ground, she could also see that English letters were written across all of her locks that, when put together, read "Elapsam semel occasionem non ipse potest Iuppiter reprehendere".
"Hey, wait! I know you! You're the girl who set half of the gymnasium on fire when they were testing people for the Support Department!" Aoi shouted. It was one of the worst cleanups she was ever forced to do, and the fact that this girl still got accepted retroactively made it worse.
"Mei Hatsume, nice to meet ya!" Hatsume said, extending a hand as her fingers snapped back together and her eyes fully went back into their sockets.
"Where the hell do you get off acting so friendly?! You should be expelled for all of this!" Lunch Rush shouted.
"For what?! My baby is totally harmless!" The Robo-Octo-Ape fired another laser that Yamashiro narrowly avoided. "Totally harmless!"
"Wait, you made that thing?! I guess that explains why no one sounded an alarm for an invading Villain, but again, you made that thing?!" Aoi shouted.
"Don't call him a 'thing'; he has a name! Baby #689: Robo-Octo-Ape! A combat mech of my own design that's one part robot, one part octopus, and one part gorilla! It's the ultimate weapon for dealing out justice!"
"Then why did it eat all of my food?!" Lunch Rush shouted.
"That's what this is about?!" Aoi shouted.
"Yeah, there's admittedly a tiny bug in my Ultimate Justice Weapon," Hatsume said. "When I was constructing the Robo-Octo-Ape, I naturally built him with a tremendous appetite for the carnage of his enemies, but his AI was partially constructed using old recordings of Cultivating Mass with Fat Gum, and that overrode his programming to just give him a regular tremendous appetite. I've been trying to shut him down, but we all know how hard it is to put a baby down for a nap."
Are you serious?! Aoi screamed in her head. I know that the Support Department is allowed to make whatever they want, but this overdoing it, isn't it?! And cooking videos? You had its AI run on cooking videos?! Mitsuhide-san, I think you're hating on the wrong department!
As the irritation flooded through Aoi's head, Yamashiro's body suddenly went flying through the air, a dangerous crash only avoided by jamming her swords into the ceiling to halt her flight. The Robo-Octo-Ape let out another primal roar as it stretched its tentacles into the kitchen. It pulled them back out after a few seconds to reveal that they were now holding a tray of cookies and several large bottles of soda.
"Everyone's… snacks!" Yamashiro said.
"I guess it didn't eat them before, but it's going to do that now, if we don't stop it," Aoi said.
"Are you serious?!" Lunch Rush shouted. "Isn't there more important stuff going on than-"
"Hatsume, you said that the limbs automatically reconnect after they're severed, right?" Aoi said, cutting Lunch Rush off. Hatsume quickly let out a confirmation. "Does that only work if it registers the limbs as severed?"
"Theoretically, yes. Oh, do you have a plan?!" Hatsume asked.
"I think so. The first thing we need to do is-"
"I've had enough of this! You hear me! Enough!" Lunch Rush, in a turn of events, was the one to interrupt someone. He pointed his hand towards the Robo-Octo-Ape and it transformed into what appeared to be a giant, metallic turkey baster. "Go retire to the scrap heap! Gravy Shooting!"
Brown liquid shot out of the turkey baster and blasted the Robo-Octo-Ape in the face, causing it to stumble and toss the pilfered items into the air. Coincidentally, Aoi had actually wanted something like that to happen.
"Yamashiro-san, cut off its tentacles and toss them towards me!"
"Okay," Yamashiro said, dislodging herself from the ceiling.
"What should I do?" Hatsume asked.
"Absolutely nothing," Aoi said.
"Roger roger!" Hatsume said with a salute. The second Yamashiro hit the ground and ran towards the Robo-Octo-Ape, Aoi ran towards where all the items were going to fall. She first caught the tray with the precision and skill of a young Victor Stone, though hardly anyone still remembered his achievements from before he became Cyborg, followed by the third Robotman. Moving on from that, as each cookie fell, Aoi caught them perfectly on the tray, not spilling a single crumb onto the floor, and the top of each bottle of soda was caught perfectly between her fingers. She was no Princess Shazam, but she still considered herself pretty graceful.
Hopefully Yamashiro-san's doing her part, Aoi thought to herself. Turning back towards the rest of the action, Aoi immediately got confirmation of that. Yamashiro was a blur of sword strokes and dynamic cutting motions. Now that she was under the impression that she could freely attack without worrying about regeneration, the Robo-Octo-Ape couldn't even touch her. When Aoi first turned in their direction, six tentacles were severed, but just a few seconds later, the last two tentacles had also been removed. The Robo-Octo-Ape let out a mighty roar, and as it did, the severed ends of its tentacles started stretching outwards.
"Not! On! My! Watch!" Aoi put the snacks down on a table and made a dash for the tentacles. She ran past each and every one of them, slapping their severed ends as she kept running before tripping over a loose floor tile. With her luck, she'd end up being the one to fix that.
"What kind of plan is this supposed to be?" Lunch Rush asked.
"A great one!" Aoi said, standing up with a bloody nose.
"All I see is-"
"Oh! Look!" Hatsume cut in. "My baby's tentacles! They're all smooth at the ends and they're not re-attaching themselves!"
It was just as Hatsume said. The end of each severed tentacle had changed from jagged messes to smooth, rounded nubs. Any signs of damage on the tentacles were gone, and even though over a minute had gone by, they hadn't moved a single centimeter. Just like Hatsume told Aoi, this meant that the Robo-Octo-Ape's living metal wouldn't register the tentacles as being severed.
This was why you didn't underestimate a janitor's Cleaning Power.
"Hatsume, apologies in advance, but I'm going to kill your beast, now," Yamashiro said, pointing her swords at the Robo-Octo-Ape's neck.
"No! Don't kill my baby!" Hatsume cried.
Yamashiro clearly ignored her unjustified crying as she leapt into the air towards her opponent. She put her two swords together in the shape of an "X", and when she was close enough, she broke up the formation by swinging her arms at a high enough speed to create a powerful slashing attack that cut the Robo-Octo-Ape's head clean off.
At least, that was the plan. It was a good plan, one that certainly would have worked if the Robo-Octo-Ape didn't suddenly dodge by dropping down on all fours. Yamashiro softly landed on the floor, and as she did, the tentacle stubs shot out of the Robo-Octo-Ape's body alongside a ball of chrome liquid that quickly morphed into a metallic octopus, the top of its head stylized like the bonito flakes of a takoyaki. Another ball of chrome liquid shot out of its back, that one morphing into a humanoid robot with an ovular head a single, glowing eye in the center of its face.
"What the hell?!" Aoi shouted.
"Oh, right, I forgot to mention that my baby is a combining mecha," Hatsume said.
"Seriously?!"
"I know, right?! Part robot octopus, part robot gorilla, part robot… robot! Pretty cool, right?!"
"No! Not cool! And that last part is just redundant!"
"Crazy robots like you give us hard-working robots a bad name!" Lunch Rush shouted.
"How can I do that when I'm a cyborg?" Hatsume asked.
"Let's worry about that later, please!" Aoi cried. The three robots started charging laser beams from various parts of their bodies as they faced Aoi and company. With Hatsume still forbidden from contributing anything, it was three-on-three, but that didn't mean the fight would an even one. Even still, Aoi was going to do whatever she could to help end this as soon as she could.
Two seconds after the thought left her head, all three of the robots lost the light in their eyes and fell flat on their faces, completely motionless.
"My baby!" Hatsume cried. Lunch Rush yelled at her again, but no one seemed to care.
"It's over?" Aoi asked.
"It appears so," Yamashiro said. "How peculiar that they all shut down like that. Another defect?"
"No, it didn't look like it was caused by anything internal; the collapse probably would have been more dramatic if that were the case. It almost looked like some sort of remote hacking."
"My, my, for a mere custodian, you have quite a good head on your shoulders."
"Hey, are you complimenting me or-" The remaining words turned to ash in Aoi's mouth when she saw who had entered the scene. This was her first time experiencing it, but it seemed like it really was hard to come up with something to say when talking with a Luthor.
"You should be happy I said anything that can even be interpreted as positive," Alexis Luthor said, the girl holding some kind of tablet.
"Oh, Alexis-san! Hi!" Hatsume said while waving her hands.
"Y-You know her?" Aoi stammered out.
"We're in the same class!"
"And you're happy about that?"
"She better be, considering that that's what led to me coming to your aid," Alexis said. "When ten minutes had gone by without Mei coming back from the lab, Misutah Power Loader got concerned for the safety of the school and decided to have someone go look for her. Still doesn't make sense that he chose me, though. He said it was because I was goofing off on my phone, but I clearly explained to him that I was typing out an essay on Reddit detailing how the Danganronpa franchise turned to utter horseshit after Absolute Despair Girls. If that's goofing off, then I don't want to know what counts as being serious."
Aoi didn't understand a single word she just said.
"I must say, Mei, you've got some impressive machinery here. It was easy for me to remotely hack into and shut down, but not as much of a walk in the park as I expected it to be. Not everyone can build something that takes ten seconds for me to dismantle."
"Cool!" Hatsume said.
"I overheard a bit of why this happened. Did you have the AI put into a gyrating system to spread the processing power around?"
"Yeah, even based it on Mister Terrific's T-Sphere, yet this still happened."
"Personally, I would have gone with Mister Terrible's T-Squares for inspiration. They don't have the same amount of processing power, but that's because their AI is more specifically designed for combat, not data manipulation."
"And that kind of system wouldn't conflict with any aggressive programming I put in! I could put in any subroutine I want!"
"You might even be able to alter the sensitivity of the liquid metal so it doesn't get so easily fooled."
Aoi still had no idea what they were talking about.
"Well, let's get you back to class, then," Alexis said.
"Roger roger!" Hatsume said, grabbing Alexis' hand and running out of the cafeteria.
"I see that you're touching me, for some reason." Hatsume immediately let go, and the two engaged in a slow walk.
"Of course she just leaves my domain a complete mess. The nerve of some kids," Lunch Rush said.
"I should get back to mine. Thank you for you help," Yamashiro said to Aoi.
"Don't worry about it," Aoi said. "Just doing my job, you know?" Yamashiro gave her a quick bow before picking up the snacks and exiting the cafeteria.
"Sorry about all of… this," Aoi said to Lunch Rush as she gestured to the entire room.
"Yeah, it's a real pain in the ass, but I guess you helped make it better than it could have been," Lunch Rush said. "That Luthor girl was right; you've got a lot more skill than most people would think."
"Ahahaha, well, you know-"
"Hope you still have your custodial skills, though."
"Actually, it's time for my union mandated break."
"Of course it is."
In spite of the union mandated break, Mitsuhide still got on Aoi's case for leaving the cafeteria in such a state of decay, even though it wasn't her fault. Probably because Alexis Luthor got involved, and according to him, she was one of the two worst things to be happening to U.A. this year. She didn't bother to ask what the other one was.
Either way, the rest of the day proceeded as normal, and when the sun finally set, Aoi was done for the day. She was able to return to her apartment, change out of her work clothes, and plop down on her couch with a cold beer to unwind before going to bed.
That was the plan, anyway. A plan that was quickly interrupted by her phone ringing.
"Hello? ...What, really? ...Yeah, I'll-I'll be there. ...No, no, I'm game. Just tired. You would not believe the day I had today. I'll tell you about it when I get there. See you in ten." Aoi hung up her phone and sighed.
"And I just took my wig off, too," she said, brushing a finger through a white lock. "Oh well, what can you do?"
Aoi got off the couch, walked into the kitchen, crouched behind the island, and pressed a small button disguised as the top of a door handle. That would put all of the hidden cameras on a continuous loop for twelve hours. After double-checking that it worked, she opened up a window and quietly crawled out the fire escape.
She felt bad about tricking the government like this, but Kaori Kagayaki had work that needed to get done.
The Mysterious Mister Mxyzptlk!
Midoriya woke up with one thought on his mind: today was going to be a good day. Even though he'd still be dealing with things like Todoroki having an unwarranted rivalry with him and Bakugou being Bakugou, there were a number of things to even that out. The seating formation had him right next to Kendou and right near Yaoyorozu and Iida, so that was a positive (thinking about that made him remember how unfortunate it was that Uraraka was so far removed from the rest of the Monstars). It was also the first official day of class, and since it was Monday, that meant he'd be starting the year off by having class with All Might. He couldn't imagine having anything better happen to him.
"You sure seem excited for someone who just got out of bed," Inko said. "Since you're feeling so energetic, how about you help me make breakfast?"
"No problem," Midoriya said. As his mother started setting silverware down on the table, Midoriya opened up the fridge and got out a carton of eggs.
"Today's your first day of Hero Training, right? Make sure to ask Momo to give you a picture of her in her costume. I want to make sure the company that made it got all the details right."
"Will do," Midoriya said as he got a large bowl.
"I still wish I could have found the time to make it myself, but working on yours took longer than I thought. I knew it had been a while since I took up any big jobs, but I didn't think I was that out of practice."
"It's fine, Yaoyorozu-san's not upset. But if it bothers you that much, then 'practice makes perfect', right?" Midoriya asked as he pulled an egg out of the carton.
"You want me to go back to designing, full-time? I don't know…"
"Why not? You're still really good at it, Mom! Plus, I'm probably going to spend even less time at home now that I'm at U.A., so it wouldn't be the worst idea in the world for you to have something other than housework to keep yourself busy," Midoriya said as he cracked an egg into the bowl. "Not that I'm saying that isn't a demanding job, or anything, I just mean-"
"I know what you're trying to say. After Momo hired me, your father and I did actually talk about it for a little while. Maybe I could give it a little more thought, Izuku. Izuku? Izuku, are you listening?"
Technically, he was. The words were, indeed, being registered by his ear drums, but his attention was somewhere else. Namely towards the bowl in front that, rather than an egg yolk, contained a small snake with a clown nose on its face and a trumpet in place of a tail.
What kind of eggs did Mom buy?! Midoriya screamed in his head. No, that can't be the problem. These are the same "Chang Tzu Farms" eggs that Mom always buys from the grocery store, but nothing like this has ever happened before. That means she didn't buy the wrong kind of eggs. Were they somehow tampered with after the fact? How? Why? And again, what the hell?!
"Izuku, is everything alright?"
"Y-Yeah! Everything's-"
A loud trumpet sound came out of the snake's mouth.
"What was that?"
"N-N-Nothing! I'm just watching something on my phone while I cook, that's all!"
"Really? You don't usually do that." The same trumpet sound repeated itself. "And something about the quality of the sound seems off for something on your phone."
"O-Oh, that? Th-That's something K.E.L.E.X. did, yeah! He messed around with my phone a bit to improve the sound quality! I think he got inspired to do it after seeing the stuff you did with my costume-"
The trumpet sound was repeated at an even greater volume, this time with legitimate rhythm.
"That's way too loud, Izuku! What are you even watching?" Inko asked. The snake kept playing its song as she stepped away from the table and started walking over towards him.
"W-Wait! Hold on! Don't come over here!" Despite Midoriya's wish to not get his mother involved, it would take some manner of divine intervention to stop her from coming over.
That was the thought that was running through Midoriya's head, but he never expected it to actually happen. He especially didn't expect for it to happen in the form of his mother spontaneously transforming into a green puppy.
"Mom!" The puppy barked at him. "My mom! She-She's been turned into a dog!"
"Well, aren't my friends the quick learner?" a nasally voice asked from nowhere. Midoriya wanted to waste no time asking "Who's there?!", but before he could, a zipper appeared in the air in front of him. The zipper ran up in a straight line, went down towards the floor at an angle, went up again at a different angle, then moved around until it had created an utterly incomprehensible shape. After that happened, the shape exploded, revealing a completely white space in the air.
Midoriya wasted no time in setting up a defensive stance. Whatever was coming out of that hole, he'd be ready for it.
"My friends' arms are a little crooked. Straighten them up for a tighter defense."
"Really? Thanks for the adviYAAAAAAAH!" Startled by the sudden conversation, Midoriya accidentally flew off the ground and cracked the ceiling with his head.
"Geez, Louise! My friends doesn't have any guts, at all! It's so pathetic! Not so pathetic that it can't be fun, however." It was the same nasally voice from before. Midoriya was now able to see that it belonged to a bald, diminutive man in a purple suit with a tiny bowler hat and beady black eyes.
Midoriya knew that there was something strange about him, but that didn't stop him from shooting down back to the ground so hard he almost broke the floor beneath his feet.
"What did you do to my mom?!" Midoriya shouted.
"Exactly what my friends said: I turned her into a dog. She just kept barking and barking and whatnot, so it seemed appropriate. What, did my friends want me to turn her into something else? Maybe something from my friends' home planet?"
That final question pushed Midoriya's rage past its peak. He picked the diminutive man up by his collar, no idea what he would do, but absolutely certain that it would hurt. The sudden burst of fury, however, quickly fell apart when Midoriya saw that he had somehow been replaced with a doll bearing a henohenomoheji. The real person was floating next to Midoriya's head, eating the snake from earlier like a hot dog.
"Want some? It's not a real snake."
"Will you just-What are you?!" As Midoriya tried to yell at him, his phone suddenly went off.
"No, no, answer it. I'm in no rush. Might actually do my friends some good." The diminutive man turned the snake into a bowl of ramen and started slurping the noodles in a manner that suggested there was no end to them.
Midoriya really didn't feel like answering it, but for all he knew, it was connected to whatever was going on, so it wouldn't do him any extra harm. The point became even more apparent when he saw that it was a notification from K.E.L.E.X.
"YOU ARE IN DANGER, KAL-EL," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"I'm well aware of that," Midoriya said.
"THE DANGER IS FAR GREATER THAN ANYTHING YOU COULD IMAGINE. AS SOON AS THE REPTILIAN BEING APPEARED IN FRONT OF YOU, I BEGAN TO SCAN THE ENVIRONMENT FOR ABNORMALITIES, AND THE RESULTS WERE UNSETTLING."
"If that's coming from you, it must be true. Do you know what this guy is, then?"
"AFFIRMATIVE. WHEN JOR-EL WAS STILL ALIVE, HE DEVOTED MUCH OF HIS TIME TO RESEARCHING PLANES OF REALITY EXISTING PARALLEL TO OUR OWN. WHILE IN THE MIDST OF THAT RESEARCH, HE DISCOVERED WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS A 'FIFTH DIMENSION' INHABITED SOLELY BY BEINGS WITH THE POWER OF ALTERING REALITY WITH INCREDIBLE EASE. THE BEING WHO SITS BEFORE YOU IS ONE OF THOSE FIFTH DIMENSIONAL BEINGS."
"Righty-O! Hit the nail on the head with that, but I think it's time to shut HAL down," the fifth dimensional being said. With a snap of his fingers, the phone in Midoriya's hands suddenly transformed into a head of lettuce that Midoriya immediately dropped to the floor.
"Enough games! Tell me who you are, already!"
"Well, I can't do the first thing, since that's the whole reason I'm here, but I'd be happy to assist my friends with the second thing. My name is Mister Mxyzptlk, and just like my friends' little Game Boy said, I'm a being from the Fifth Dimension, the greatest of all dimensions! Or at least it would be, if it wasn't so booooring!"
"Why are you here, Mister… Miikepokuli?"
"Mxyzptlk."
"Machupikachu?"
"Mxyzptlk."
"Mobusaikoko?"
"No!" Mister Mxyzptlk shouted, steam shooting out of his ears. "It ain't that hard, kid! 'Mix'-" his head turned into a blender in the midst of making a frosty chocolate milkshake, "'Yes'-" his head went back to normal, and out of nowhere, a few chords of Roundabout started playing, "'Spit-'" Midoriya was suddenly spat on, "'Lick'!" the spit was cleaned off of his face by a floating tongue.
"I'm going to ask you again: what are you doing here… you!"
"Okay, brains clearly aren't my friends' specialty," Mister Mxyzptlk said.
"Sh-Shut up! Just tell me what you're doing here!"
"It's like I said before: I'm here to play games." Mister Mxyzptlk started walking across the air, the sound of feet against wood somehow echoing with every step. "My friends' primitive Third Dimension has attracted my people since the day it was born, which was about when I finished high school and was getting ready to take a year off before starting college. So many dumb-dumbs just sitting around waiting to be messed around with; it was absolutely impossible for us to pass up the chance for some entertainment!"
Where is he going with all of this? Midoriya asked himself, trying his hardest to come up with some kind of way of attacking him.
"My people and I have been doing this for millions, billions, maybe even jillions of years, who can remember? Either way, whenever my friends hear about weird little guys running about, we were the ones who got the ball rolling on it. Leprechauns, imps, yokai-some of them, anyway-even… what's that word, again? Oh, yeah! Even… Genies!"
It took a second for Midoriya to register whatever point Mister Mxyzptlk was trying to make, but once he got it, he was surprised that he didn't vomit on the spot.
"Yz the Thunderbolt! Dark Shadow! T-They're the same as you, and the reason you know I'm an alien is because Dark Shadow was somehow able to figure it out!"
"Ding ding ding! My friends finally got something right! Don't worry about my friends' secret getting out; my bird brain didn't tell my friends' bird brain a thing about my friends. No, he only told us cool kids in the Fifth Dimension that, all of a sudden, there's a little green man walking around!"
At the end of his sentence, Midoriya found himself suddenly wearing his costume.
"What does me being an alien have to do with anything?"
"It has everything to do with everything! Do my friends wanna know why I said that living in the Fifth Dimension is boring? Because when everyone and their grandmas can break reality with a fart, trying to mess with someone is impossible! The whole reason we started coming to the Third Dimension was because there was no one who could do the stuff we can do, but after a few billion years, even that got boring. There was a bit of a resurgence when everyone started getting superpowers all of a sudden, but even that ran its course. Bat-Mite stopped messing around with Batman after he settled down, Qwsp didn't feel right about bothering Fishboy after he got his Quirk, and the rest of us, well, I guess we were just sick and tired of humans.
"But aliens, now that was a market with untapped potential! Aliens could do so much more than humans could ever dream of, so messing around with them would be way more fun! Of course, that ended up running its course, too. The Lantern War made basically all the aliens hightail it outta here so no one could bother them; it even made Zook's buddy vanish, and they got along so well! It looked like we'd never find anyone worth having fun with again, but then my friends showed up!"
"Me?"
"Who else? The last survivor of his species, gifted with power that makes him one of the strongest people on the little dirtball he calls home! My friends would be the ultimate challenge for a guy like me!"
"No," Midoriya quickly refused.
"Hey, at least think about-"
"No!"
"Yeah, well, my friends doesn't exactly have a choice in the matter. I already decided to play my games with you, and I'm gonna do it!"
"You call this a game? You're just doing whatever you want to me, and I can't do a single thing to stop you! What kind of game isn't fair for everyone?!"
"Hmmm…" Mister Mxyzptlk hummed. A white beard grew on his face as he rubbed his chin, the beard staying there for a few seconds before an electric razor appeared out of thin air and cut it off.
"My friends have a point, so I'll make things just a little bit more even. If my friends want to get rid of me, all my friends have to do is get me to say my name backwards. Do that, and not only will I get poofed back to Zrfff, but I won't be able to bother my friends again for three months. Okay? Okay! Let the games begi-"
"That's still not fair!" Midoriya cut in. Little flames appeared in Mister Mxyzptlk's beady eyes.
"What do my friends mean?! I just told my friends my ultimate weakness! That's plenty fair!"
"No, no it isn't! I can't even say your name forwards, so how am I supposed to say it backwards?!"
"How stupid are my friends?! My friends don't have to say it, I have to say it!"
"Say what?"
"'Kltpzyxm'! Now stop messing around and…" Mister Mxyzptlk trailed off into a series of stammers. He stared at Midoriya for a few seconds before snapping his fingers, saying "Aw, nuts!" and vanishing in a puff of smoke.
"H-He's gone?" Midoriya asked. Somehow, through pure ignorance, he had gotten Mister Mxyzptlk to say his name backwards.
"Who's gone, Izuku?" Midoriya turned around to see his mother standing in the kitchen, no longer a green puppy. In addition, the hole in space was completely fixed, his phone was back in his pocket, he wasn't wearing his costume, and there was an egg in a bowl. Mister Mxyzptlk being forced back to the Fifth Dimension seemed to have erased all the damage he'd done.
"N-No one! No one at all! Also, I'm suddenly not hungry, so I'm just going to go to school, okay? Okay! Love you, bye!" As Midoriya spoke, he combined his super speed and heat vision to cook his mother's portion of the egg breakfast they were originally going to have. Inko couldn't get a word in edgewise before he ran out the door to school.
Thanks to the lack of breakfast, Midoriya had arrived at U.A. well before homeroom was going to start. He figured that that meant he'd be all alone for a while, but he ran into a few more people than he thought he would, the last of whom was a sweatpants-clad Kendou.
"Kendou-san? You're here pretty early," Midoriya said as the two of them walked to the school.
"I could say the same to you," Kendou said. "Felt like getting an early start on the day?"
"Not exactly. Long story that I really don't want to get into. What about you?"
"I was just doing some jogging with an upperclassman friend. She had to run off to help a teacher, though."
"Speaking of running, I think I saw Mineta-kun running with a bunch of muscular guys. Well, trying to run, anyway."
"Same here. I think my friend said that they were the Body Improvement Club? I guess Mineta is taking Aizawa's prank a little seriously."
"Yeah, good for-" Midoriya's growling stomach suddenly intruded on the conversation.
"Skipped breakfast, I'm guessing?" Kendou asked. Midoriya meekly nodded his head. Kendou sighed, reached into her bag, and pulled out a convenience store yakisoba bun. "Not the most nutritious food in the world, but breakfast is breakfast."
"Y-You're giving me that?"
"I bought two, so it's no big deal. Can't have one of my friends starving himself 'till lunch, after all."
"Th-Thanks!"
Midoriya took the yakisoba bun from Kendou and started to unwrap it as she ran ahead of him, the girl saying that she was heading to the locker room to change. As she ran off, curiosity got the better of Midoriya, and he used his X-ray vision to peek inside of her bag. He saw a pair of Beats by Canary headphones (same model as his own), a wallet with a picture of Richard Dragon on it, three different motorcycle magazines, but no extra food.
Midoriya smiled and took a bite out of the bun. To him, it was still possible for today to be a good day.
Chapter 13: Deku's Pal, Katsuki Bakugou (2)
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"It was finally time to be a Hero." That was the thought running through his head when he left the bathroom and went to join the rest of his class. One would think that a person with such a thought would be brimming with confidence, but Midoriya felt that he was most likely brimming with indigestion. Perhaps he was more nervous about debuting his costume than he thought he was. Perhaps that morning's encounter with Mister Mxyzptlk was weighing on him more than he thought it was. Perhaps it was some other third thing affecting him more than he thought it would. Either way, as much as Midoriya wanted to let himself get washed away with anxiety, he knew he needed to steel himself and get ready for what he hoped would be the best of all of his classes.
When he was done getting changed, he saw a text from Yaoyorozu saying that everyone had gone to Ground Beta; a follow-up text from her placed the area a few minutes walk West from the main building and that he wouldn't be able to miss it. With Midoriya's speed, those few minutes became several seconds, and sure enough, he came upon a location that would have been very hard to miss. One part was due to the giant sign reading "Ground β" standing high above his head, another part due to everyone else being present in their own costumes, and a final part due to it being a giant miniature city not unlike where the entrance exams were held.
"Sorry I'm late, everyone!" Midoriya said.
"On the contrary, you arrived at the exact time as all of us. I wouldn't expect anything less from you, though." The compliment came from someone dressed in stylized white armor that had what appeared to be mufflers wrapped around their waist and metallic wings sticking out of their helmet.
"Um…"
"It's me, Tenya Iida!" he said with a stiff salute. Indeed, that was definitely Iida.
"Oh, Iida-kun! I didn't recognize you for a second, but cool costume!"
"Same to you. It's not quite as flashy as I thought it would be—don't know why I imagined a cape—but your costume looks great, as well." The rest of Midoriya's friend group started flocking over towards him with similar comments, in addition to a few other people he was only just starting to get to know.
"Thanks. My mom made it for me."
"No way! My mom made my costume, too!" Hagakure said. Her costume was composed of a rainbow-colored cape, rainbow-colored boots and gloves, and a skintight bodysuit with a white star-like design in the center that appeared to be changing colors every few seconds. Looking at the star, it was suddenly very clear who Hagakure's mother was.
"Your mother truly did an excellent job, Midoriya-san," Yaoyorozu said. Her costume looked like it matched his mother's design, perfectly: a green silk sash tied around her waist, a pair of red boots, each with a line of green running around the top and bottom, and a red leotard with green lining and edges that left the center of her torso and the entirety of her back exposed, the opening on her front in the shape of a lightning bolt.
"Thanks. Oh, before I forget, my mom wants me to take a few pictures of you to make sure everything came out right."
"Go right ahead." Midoriya took out his phone and started to do just that.
"Why does your mom want pictures of her costume? I mean, it's a really awesome costume, but that's still kinda weird," Ashido said. Her costume consisted of a skintight blue and purple camouflage bodysuit that ended at the halfway point of her thighs, her legs from the knees down being covered by large, metallic silver boots with purple flames painted on them. A tan jacket with a furred collar sat atop her chest, and on her face was one of those masks that turned a person's eyes into a single color; in Ashido's case, it was a white mask that made her eyes solid green.
"Midoriya-san's mother actually designed both of our costumes, though she didn't have enough time to make mine, herself. I'm quite thankful for it, actually. My original design had my back covered, and in hindsight, that would have been rather impractical when combined with my Quirk."
"Wait, you're the one who made it like that, Midoriya? Man, just when I thought you couldn't be any cooler!" Mineta said with a thumbs up Midoriya couldn't bring himself to appreciate. His costume consisted of a purple mask and bodysuit with a yellow cape and yellow gloves and boots. There was also a pair of white pants that looked like a diaper, but Midoriya was at a loss for words in regards to that.
"Please don't do that," Yaoyorozu said, providing the words Midoriya couldn't.
"I-I didn't mean anything by it! I was just, you know—hey, Midoriya, cool costume!"
"You already said that, but thanks," Midoriya said.
"Well, it's true. Nice 'S', by the way," Kendou said. Her costume consisted of a black domino mask, a pair of black gloves with the kanji for "Heaven" written on one in orange and the kanji for "Under" written in orange on the other, and a black corset atop a blue qipao with a single sleeve, the sleeve having the kanji for "Rule All Under Heaven" written vertically in orange from top to bottom.
Midoriya could only give it the bare minimum of attention because of how much of a frenzy his thoughts had been thrown in.
"Wh-Wh-Wh-What?! K-K-K-K-Kendou-san, wh-what did you just—"
"You know, on your chest. It's all white and inside a pentagon."
"Wh-What? Oh. OH."
"What'd you think I said?"
"N-Nothing! Nothing at all!" Midoriya had never felt stupider than he had at that moment.
"Right," Kendou said, her acceptance hopefully more legitimate than her face let on. "What's it stand for, anyway? 'Sensational'? 'Spectacular'? Or maybe—"
"I-It actually doesn't stand for anything because it's not an 'S'," Midoriya said. "My dad… and I, we came up with, um, a secret language when I was a kid! Yeah, and this symbol means 'Hope' in that language. That we made up together. When I was a kid."
"It looks like an 'S', though. That's a sweet story and all, but I'm just saying that it does look like an 'S'." Everyone else who was standing around Midoriya nodded their heads and muttered out agreements. "Speaking of finer details, that hoodie."
"W-What about it?"
"Just… you really do love All Might, don't you?" Kendou asked with a laugh.
"T-There's nothing wrong with that!"
"Yeah, but there are less cheesy ways of showing it. I mean, Ochaco loves Wonder Woman, but you don't see her with a sword and a lasso. Though that's probably because she couldn't find any extra room."
"Why am I getting dragged into this?" Uraraka asked. Her costume was a black and white bodysuit, but it looked like it was made of metal, as opposed to normal fabric. A large pair of goggles were strapped to her forehead, a metallic pink backpack-like object to her back, additional support coming from it being hooked around her neck. Spherical bracers were attached to her wrists, and on the bottom of each of her large, metallic boots was a pair of pink tubes, each with a small opening at the end of them.
"You do have a lot of stuff," Ashido said.
"Is all of that truly necessary?" Iida asked.
"I mean—hey, we were talking about Midoriya-kun, weren't we?! Why is this suddenly about me?!" Uraraka asked.
"I don't want it to be about me, either," Midoriya said.
"Point taken, sorry about that. Just pushing your buttons; the hoodie's plenty you," Kendou said.
"Thank you?"
"What, are you asking her or telling her that?"
Midoriya jumped back a bit when Dark Shadow suddenly flew into his face and asked him that question. He would have done that with anyone, but the fact that he was still stressed out by his encounter with Mister Mxyzptlk made Dark Shadow's sudden appearance all the more startling. It also didn't help that he was strangely dressed in a green scuba suit with the letter "T" in the middle of his chest.
"Don't just jump out at people, like that!" Tokoyami shouted. His costume consisted of an open white vest, baggy purple pants, a large belt with a buckle shaped like a yellow oil lamp, and an intricate silver ring on his middle finger. "I apologize for his behavior, Midoriya."
"Come on, Fumi, don't treat me like a dog."
"Oh, how I wish you were even at that level."
The two of them kept up the back and forth without letting anyone else get a word in, edgewise. As they went on with that, out of nowhere, giant words appeared in the air above Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. No one but Midoriya was having a reaction to them, which meant that only Midoriya could see them, which meant that Dark Shadow was responsible for them.
"You have fun with Mxy, Midoriya? Blink once for 'Yes', blink twice for 'Hell yeah!'" was what the words read. Midoriya made sure not to blink, even a little.
"Come on, that guy wasn't trying to hurt you. Maybe. Probably not. A good chance of it. Anyway, don't make a mountain out of a molehill," was what the words morphed into. Midoriya hoped that his face conveyed how ridiculous he thought that was.
"Hey, hey, hey, no need for a face that full of doubt, kid. Besides, Mxy won't bother you for three months, so it's not like you don't have time to prepare. Better hope it's something good, 'cause that guy really hates to lose! Good luck with that!
"P.S. Mxy wasn't lying about me not telling Fumi diddly. Your secret's totally safe with me!" was what the words morphed into before disappearing into nothing. None of that made him feel better.
"What are you looking at?" Iida asked.
"N-Nothing, but you know, everyone's costumes are really great!" Midoriya said. "Except… where's Kacchan?"
"Not sure. He seems to have taken longer getting changed than the rest of us—oh, there he is!"
Midoriya looked straight ahead. Sure enough, Bakugou was running towards everyone to join up with the group. As soon as Midoriya was able to get a good look at him, he froze in place from shock. The costume, itself, wasn't anything too crazy: there was a black mask with a knot shaped like an explosion, dark green gloves paired with gauntlets shaped like grenades, metallic kneepads, and a metal utility belt adorned with four large pockets. The thing about Bakugou's costume that was truly leaving him stunned was how his chest was completely bare, leaving his mangled scarring and titanium screws on full display for everyone to see.
Midoriya discarded any remaining notions he had about having a good day.
Chapter 14: The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boys and Girls
Chapter Text
Here it is, the long overdue anniversary special. We'll hopefully return to the main story, momentarily.
In modern day, the world is dominated by the enigmatic superpower known as "Quirks". Everyone and their mother can have a Quirk simply by being born on this planet, and with the days of fear and discrimination towards superpowered beings being a thing of the past, the ability to become a Hero has never been easier!
However, the ability to become a Hero didn't always belong to everyone. A little over a century ago, that honor only came to a select few individuals: the ones who were the few to be born with amazing gifts; the ones who pushed their bodies to extremes that most people would be unwilling to replicate; the ones who came into contact with toxic waste and chemicals and went away from them with something other than diseases and horrible disfigurements. These people would don costumes of all colors and use their amazing gifts not for themselves, but to protect their fellow man, and when the world was thrown into a state of self-inflicted chaos the likes of which it had never seen, the bravest and strongest amongst them came together to defeat the enemies our boys couldn't handle.
They were—
Happy Harbor, Rhode Island, every tourists favorite town to visit. From the lively LexCorp Fun Fair to the trendy Mad Yak Cafe, the town earned a reputation of being the living embodiment of good times and merriment, a place where no one ever went for any serious business.
However, unbeknownst to everyone, all of that had changed. From the moment the United States declared war on Japan, the government got to work on converting Mount Justice—the mountain famous for being the location of the first sighting of The Spectre—into a high-class, multi-layered fortress known as the "Secret Sanctuary".
This was meant to be the base of operations for a superhero strike force tasked with fighting the members of the Axis Powers normal soldiers weren't equipped to deal with, and at this very moment, the leader of said strike force was walking those very halls. To the surprise of many, this man—dressed in a black and gray outfit that featured a cape, a cowl with pointed ears, and a bat across his chest—was one of the few people who would be fighting without any sort of superpowers or highly advanced technology, but those who knew him knew that that wouldn't be a deterrent, for this man was someone who had pushed his body and mind further than anyone else could want to before essentially arriving at the pinnacle of man, and all in the pursuit of justice. He was vengeance, he was the night, he was Batman.
"So, how we gonna do this? I'm thinking—"
"No," was all Batman offered for an interjection.
"Wait, I wasn't done yet. When we get in the meeting room, I think we should start things off—"
"No."
"Let me finish! You don't even know what I'm going to say!"
"You think we should open the meeting by reenacting an Oswald the Lucky Rabbit skit."
"Wow, you really are the world's greatest detective. And the world's greatest killjoy." Batman looked down at his partner, his partner in both conversation and dialogue. Dressed in red and black with a large "R" on the left side of his chest and a domino mask that turned his eyes solid white, he usually acted just as tough as Batman, himself, but it was moments like these that reminded him he was still just a thirteen-year old kid.
"You can do one after the first mission, Robin."
"Yeah! Killer diller, man!" Robin shouted, his face bearing the kind of grin Batman liked to see.
"I'll never understand how something with 'killer' can be a good thing," said a feminine voice with a bit of laughter. A new person joined them from a connecting hallway, and it took her being in view for half a second for Robin's face to start bearing the kind of grin Batman hated to see. Robin liked to tease him for how he would sometimes act less than professional around this woman, but that had nothing to do with personal feelings, not in the slightest. After all, of all the heroes in the world, this woman—black hair cascading down her back, wrists covered in Feminum bracelets, body draped in a small red and gold top and a blue loincloth decorated with white stars—was the best there was. No one threw a punch like her, no one soared through the sky like her, no one looked out for their fellow man like her. She was strong, she was beautiful—Batman was just stating a simple fact—she was Wonder Woman.
"I see you got in okay, Diana," Batman said.
"Good morning to you, too, Bruce," Wonder Woman said with a smile. "Oh, good morning to you, too, Jason."
"Always a pleasure to see my second favorite Amazon," Robin said.
"Oh? And who's your favorite, then?"
"Donna, obviously. Sure, she's just an honorary Amazon, but she's still pretty cool. Plus, Mr. Tall, Dark and Brooding already called dibs on you being a favorite."
"Did he, now?"
"Please don't encourage the boy," Batman said.
"What? Is he wrong, then?" Batman didn't answer her. The two of them shared a laugh, and Batman didn't know if he was more happy about it or more annoyed by it.
"Well, if it's any consolation, Bruce, you've always been my favorite, even before we got started on all of this," Wonder Woman said. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she spoke; Batman didn't exactly hate it.
"...The feeling's mutual." Batman felt glad to be wearing a mask, otherwise his face would be matching Wonder Woman's, right now. Even though there was no reason for anything to be going on with their faces. Also, her hand had been on him for far too long.
"Oh, Diana! There you are!" Wonder Woman immediately removed her hand from Batman's shoulder and both parties stopped looking at one another. Instead, they started looking at the new addition to the halls, a bearded man who looked visibly uncomfortable in the suit his muscles were straining against.
"Y-Yes, Steve, I'm here with Bruce… and Jason. Nothing wrong with that," Wonder Woman said.
"I sure hope not. Good to see you, Bruce," Steve said, extending a hand with an innocent smile.
"Likewise," Batman said, shaking Steve Trevor's—the soldier, the boyfriend, the good friend's—hand.
"Hope you guys weren't having too much fun without me."
"I don't know, were we having fun?" Robin asked.
""No,"" Batman and Wonder Woman said together.
"Cool, cool cool cool," Steve said. "Sorry about losing you back there, Di. Would have been here sooner, but this place is a damn maze. Probably like that in case the Japs or Krauts ever end up stateside, but it's still a pain in the ass. And why didn't the government liason get a map, or something?"
"I honestly couldn't tell you," Wonder Woman said.
"Just follow me. I have the layout memorized," Batman said.
"How did you—wait, no, I know the answer," Steve said with a smile. The four of them grouped together and headed down the hall, Batman and Robin in front, Wonder Woman and Steve right behind them. This was good.
"Well, I hope you guys aren't having too much fun."
"How could they, Jay? We only just got here." From another connecting hallway came two more faces familiar to Batman and the rest of the group.
"And how were you, of all people, not the first one here?" Robin asked.
"Hey, what can you do, right?" one of the men said, sheepishly rubbing the back of a head adorned with a metal helmet that bore metal wings reminiscent of Hermes. Like Batman, he had a brilliant mind, like Wonder Woman, he had incredible power—in this case, super speed—but what Batman thought set Jay apart from other Heroes was his heart, his seemingly infinite capacity for seeing the good in people. He was kind, he was speed, he was The Flash.
"Be on time, maybe?"
"That's the dream, Robin. That's the dream," Jay said.
"It'd be a better reality," Batman said.
"Well, if Jay's telling us anything, it's that reality is often disappointing," the other man said with a smirk that made everyone other than Batman laugh—not because it wasn't funny, just because he didn't feel like it. Here was a man who had a strong sense of justice Batman couldn't help but appreciate—he was a fellow Gotham-bred superhero, after all—but at the same time, he was the person who probably wanted to be here the least. His costume—jeans and a red shirt with a lantern on the chest—looked like something he just pulled out from the bottom of his hamper, and the way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about his kids made it seem like he only got started to be a "cool Dad". Even so, he put the cause above trying to look cool, and that's why Batman got along with him. He was stalwart, he was steadfast, he was the Green Lantern.
"Listen to Alan, getting out something that's not a Dad joke," Steve said.
"I can do it if I really try," Alan said. "But hey, even if they're not funny, you guys need someone to relieve tension."
"Whatever the reason, we're happy to have you, the both of you," Wonder Woman said.
"Pleasure's all ours, ma'am," Jay said. "Now then, let's head to that meeting." Batman couldn't comply faster. As good as it was to catch up with everyone, they were here to do something important, and there was only so much lollygagging that could be allowed. As such, when another person from another connecting hallway—there seemed to be far too many of those—jumped out to try and scare them like a child, Batman punched him in the face without hesitation.
"Ha! Jokes on you, chum, that hurt you more than it hurt me! Right? Please tell me I'm right, because my nose is really hurting, right now."
"Yes, but that doesn't mean it wasn't worth it," Batman said. Of course, he only did it because he knew he was there and that he'd be able to take it. Having the blood of a species designed to live at the bottom of the ocean would do that to you. Of course, you wouldn't think he was particularly strong with how much he played the fool, but Batman figured he did that so people wouldn't see him as a freak or a monster. The important thing was that this man with the blonde beard and orange and green spandex could get serious when he needed to, though Batman would be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the sense of levity he brought to the group. He was gallant, he was goofy, he was Aquaman.
"Hey, if you get to punch Aquaman in the face, can I punch Aqualad in the face, too? Just because?" Robin asked.
"That's a good question, actually," Arthur said. "Kaldur! Do you wish to be punched in the face by Robin?!"
"Please do not punch me in the face, Jason," said the person standing directly behind Arthur, a dark-skinned boy dressed in similarly colored spandex with a pair of swords on his back.
"We'll see how the day goes," Robin said. In spite of all that, the two of them still managed to bump fists, as friends are known to do. "Hey wait, who's that standing behind—Garth? That you? What's buzzin', cousin?"
Just as Robin had stated, there was another person standing near Arthur and Aqualad dressed in blue and black and bearing a spindly beard; it was Tempest, the original Aqualad.
"Hey, Robin," Garth said, lacking enthusiasm.
"What are you doing here? I thought Kaldur was joining up and you were the one staying stateside with the Titans? What happened with that?"
"Yes, well, things were getting a little too awkward on the team, so I thought that a little time away would be best for everyone."
"Didn't you and Lilith break up on good terms, though?"
"Yes, but then she, um, the awkwardness comes from how she's been interacting with Miss Martian. They've gotten rather, well, close."
"Oh, that's good. M'gann isn't really good at making friends, what with the whole 'alien warrior princess stranded on another planet' thing she's got going on. Come to think of it, she's kind of copying Starfire, isn't she? Maybe. Who's older?"
"I don't know, and that's not what I was talking about when I said they were getting close. I meant that they were getting… close."
Robin stared at Tempest, not saying a word even as several seconds went by. At some point—which Batman assumed to stem from him figuring things out—he started laughing uncontrollably, because of course he did.
"It's not funny!"
"Come now, Garth, it's a little funny," Arthur said.
"I beg to differ," Alan said.
"Garth, Garth, Garth! ...Garth, you gotta tell me the truth here," Robin said between laughs. "Lilith, was she—was she always swinging for both teams, or were you just so bad in the sack—" Before Robin could finish, Garth had picked him up by his collar, as he was perfectly entitled to do.
"I will end you, little man!" Garth shouted.
"Hey, knock it off, Tempest!" Steve said.
"Relax, he won't do anything. I'm too lovable," Robin said, though Batman had doubts about the legitimacy of that statement. Sure enough, Garth threw Robin to the floor after a few seconds, and Robin picked himself up with a laugh.
"Worry not, my boy, these things come and go," Arthur said. "And hey, we're going to be overseas for a few years, so I'm sure you'll find yourself a merry lass to help you forget about this!"
"That doesn't make me feel better," Garth said.
"You can sulk on your own time," Batman said. Wonder Woman rolled her eyes at that; she probably thought that was ironic coming from him, and he honestly couldn't blame her for that.
"Now, gentlemen—and lady gentleman—onward we must go!" Arthur shouted. And onward they did, indeed go, something Batman was more than thankful for, even more so if it could be done without distractions. Considering all the people who were now tagging along with him—all of whom were doing a great job of keeping him out of their various conversation—that seemed to be a large possibility.
A minute later, said possibility was proven to be reality. When they finally reached the entrance to conference room, standing in front of the door were the last two members of the group the media had started dubbing "The Magnificent Seven Supers"—a name Batman never approved of, instead only ever using "The Seven"—and neither one offered more than a nod of the head and a simple "Hello". With these two, one had a good sense of when they needed to be serious, and the other just wasn't much of a talker; it was for those reasons that those two were his favorites, outside of Wonder Woman. One of the men—dressed in blue and gold with a golden helmet adorning his head—always strove to understand the secrets of the world, even when he became at odds with himself. The other—a red-eyed man with dark green skin—strove to understand the inner workings of humanity, even when he was at natural odds with the world around him. Regardless, the two of them were a pair he knew he could always count on. They were wise, they were brave, they were Doctor Fate and the Martian Manhunter.
"How's everyone doing, J'onn?" Wonder Woman asked the Martian Manhunter.
"Everyone's feeling a little tense; nothing unmanageable, but having all of us in there would certainly help—especially you, Batman," J'onn said.
"Right," Batman said. He never thought he'd hear words like that while he was wearing the cowl, but he wasn't going to let himself get tripped up over it. This was bigger than him, bigger than the rest of the Seven. He would have liked to say that it was about the world, but as they opened the door, he told himself that it wasn't even about that.
In the midst of the Second World War, the European Allies were thrown into dire straits, and not simply because of the might of the Axis Powers' armed forces. According to European and American intelligence, the Axis Powers had started fighting with two deadly forms of weaponry: powerful machines straight out of a science fiction serial and magical artifacts that forced the superpowered beings of Europe and Asia to submit to their will.
The war had begun escalating into something far beyond normal man, and as a result, it wasn't just the army the American public wanted to be involved, but the seven superheroes who worked together to save the world from incredibly deadly—and highly annoying—Starro the Conqueror. President Roosevelt heard their cries for action and responded in kind. Without hesitation, he contacted each member of The Magnificent Seven Supers with a single request: to officially come together as a government-backed team of superheroes. He gave them a week to think about it, but all of them agreed to it right then and there.
All of them except Batman. He was the only one who adamantly refused President Roosevelt's request, and that was a major problem. Even though The Magnificent Seven Supers weren't officially a team at that point, the general public had already gotten it into their heads that they were a team, so if all of them didn't agree to it, then Roosevelt would lose any and all possible support for the plan. It was especially bad since the one who refused to help was Batman, for not only was he the smartest one in the group, he was easily the most popular out of the seven of them.
When Roosevelt's offered week ran out, Wonder Woman—in her civilian disguise as humanitarian Diana Prince—met with Batman to ask him to reconsider, the task falling onto her shoulders since she had known him the longest. However, even though it was her, Batman refused to give in. He believed that it was wrong for superheroes to get involved in political affairs, especially war. Using their gifts to try and change the political landscape of the world would be nothing but trouble, and they were all better off sticking to the cities they had already marked as their territories. More importantly, Batman hated the idea of Roosevelt wanting to make the seven of them into some sort of collective Beacon of Hope or Symbol of Peace or whatever it was he said; people like them did what they did to fight the enemies the common man can't, not to become someone everyone can admire.
When he said that, Wonder Woman asked if he really felt that it was wrong to try and be a symbol or if he was just afraid of being one. He asked her to leave his home after that, and after saying some emotional words he didn't want to dwell on, she did. That was that. He knew she'd try to talk him into it again, but he wasn't going to change his mind.
Then came the morning of December 8th., when Japan launched a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor. Japanese planes and submarines appeared seemingly out of nowhere to lay waste to the naval base and its surroundings, and after ninety minutes, over three thousand people—a figure combining both soldiers and civilians—were either dead or severely injured. Batman listened to the report on the radio from start to finish and did nothing else for the rest of the day. War wasn't new to him; the First World War was still going on while he was training, so he was more than familiar with the horrors of it. What caught Batman's attention was one part of the news report, a part where they talked about how a Hawaiian boy was left an orphan after his parents were killed in the attack.
That's what it was all about: what caught Bruce's attention was that an eight-year old boy just lost his parents because of some punk with a gun.
At that moment, Bruce felt ashamed of himself. Ashamed that he could force himself to have such a narrow viewpoint on things. Ashamed that, as he listened to the radio report on the issue, he had the audacity to sit in the same chair he nearly died in while struggling to carve out his identity. Bruce did what he did to make sure no one would have to live through the same pain as him, but if he thought he could be satisfied with keeping that in Gotham, then he might as well have died in that chair all those years ago. He needed to be better than that, better than what he was.
As such, after spending a few hours setting up a Wayne Enterprises-sponsored relief fund, he called up Diana just to tell her two words: "I'm in."
When J'onn said that everyone was feeling tense, Batman thought that he'd be coming into people sitting around in awkward silence, maybe a petty argument or two being had. He was right about the arguing, as evidenced by all of the yelling, but he certainly didn't expect a good majority of the people to literally be at each other's throats. Fists were flying, feet were kicking, the air was repeatedly surging with various energies. It was the kind of chaos that was the norm in Gotham, and as such, it was utterly deplorable.
"Suffering Sappho…" Wonder Woman said with a groan.
"My words exactly. Sort of. Not really. No," Robin said.
"Enough!" In spite of all the chaos, one yell from Batman was more than enough to get everyone to stop what they were doing, save for a man dressed like a cat getting in one last punch on a man dressed like a bird.
"All of you, sit down," Batman said to the group he came in with. "The rest of you, volunteer someone to tell me what the hell I just walked in on."
Wonder Woman and the rest of them sat down in empty seats at a large, round table, but the people who were already there remained silent, directly in contrast to what Batman had demanded of them.
"Hawkman started it, Mr. Batman, sir." The first person to speak—raising his hand to do so—was a young man wearing a trench coat and a fedora. "He got mad when Mr. Tornado told him that he needed to keep waiting for you to show up, then he started saying some rather politically incorrect things when Mr. Zatara got involved, and—"
"You little punk!" shouted Hawkman, the man previously mentioned to be dressed like a hawk. He waved a mace at the man, and he cowered in his seat in an instant.
"That's enough, Hawkman," J'onn said. "Johnny Thunder is as much a part of this team as you are, so you will treat him with respect."
Hawkman put his mace away with an audible "Hmph!" In the seat next to him, his wife Hawkgirl was shaking her head and muttering something under her breath. Batman wasn't completely listening to her, but it sounded like something about him still being such a hothead after thousands of years.
"Okay, it's clear that there are some issues we need to discuss if we want any hope of working together, so let's get everything out in the open," Wonder Woman said. "Hawkman, I'm guessing you'd like to start things off."
"What the hell kind of team is this supposed to be, anyway?" Hawkman asked. "We're supposed to be the Allies' secret weapon against the Axis Powers, yet most of these guys are either total amateurs or complete no names. Hell, this little punk you stopped me from clobbering said that he was a window washer, for fuck's sake! Batman, Wonder Woman, when you were picking people for this team, what drew your attention to him? The fact that he smells like fucking lemons all the time?"
Much to Batman's annoyance, people seemed to actually be in agreement with Hawkman. In the corner of his eye, he could see a man dressed in all black with guns at his belt and a red bandana over his mouth laughing in Batman's direction. Because of course he was.
"I assure you, everyone who Batman and I scouted is more than qualified for our mission," Wonder Woman.
"Plus, Johnny and I are a package deal, so he goes where I go, got it?" The one who asked the question was the person sitting next to Johnny—a blonde woman wearing a domino mask and fishnet stockings.
"What? He's your sidekick, or something?" Hawkman asked.
"If only I were so lucky," Johnny said, a dopey look plastered over his face.
"Why you little—"
"Also I'm bonded with a magical genie from another dimension who can alter reality with a single wish!"
"You're what? Goddammit, next time lead with that, you retard!"
"Even if Mr. Thunder possesses extraordinary abilities, what makes him qualified to be part of this operation?" asked what appeared to be a humanoid automaton painted red.
"The people on this team aren't just the strongest people we could find. Everyone here was chosen for specific roles that would be necessary," Wonder Woman said. Then, with a wave of her hand, she directed everyone's attention to a man dressed in red and green wearing goggles and bearing an owl on his shoulder. "Take Doctor Mid-Nite, for example. What he lacks in combat ability and experience he more than makes up for in medical expertise."
"Though that's not to say I can't throw a punch to save my life. Isn't that right, Hooty?" Doctor Mid-Nite asked. The owl responded in kind with a couple of hoots.
"Johnny might be lacking in combat experience, but according to Black Canary, he's a quick learner, so with extra guidance, he can become a powerful asset to the team," Batman said. Johnny nodded his head with enthusiasm, and although he couldn't emote outside of his holographic disguise, Red Tornado appeared to be satisfied, as well. That would have to work for now, because he didn't feel like talking about how the main reason he and Wonder Woman brought him onto the team was that Johnny—based off of some words he did a terrible job of going back on—might have accidentally used the Thunderbolt's powers to destroy and then rebuild the universe.
Just thinking about how stupid he was gave Batman a headache, and there was bigger fish to fry.
"I trust that everything's all ship shape and hunkydory now, right?" Aquaman asked.
"The hell it is, not when you expect us to work with Dago bastard, of all people," Hawkman said, pointing his mace in the direction of a mustachioed man wearing a tuxedo.
"Are we really going to do this again?" the man asked with a snarl.
"Yeah, are we?" asked an African American man dressed in blue and black with a large afro and what appeared to be electricity circling around his fingers.
"Again, I don't have a problem with you, Jefferson. You know why? Because we're not at war with Africa!" Hawkman shouted.
"I'm not liking this at all," Jay whispered.
"For all we know, this asshole's a spy for the Axis Powers who's all geared up to hand our plans over to Mussolini on a silver platter!"
"Ruoy ecam snrut onti a teuquob fo sesor!" As soon as the words finished leaving the man's mouth, rose buds in random stages of bloom popped up across Hawkman's mace, making him drop it in shock.
"Huh. It looks like there's some truth to the anti-magic properties of Nth. Metal," the man said, his words punctuated with a small chuckle.
"You son of a—"
"Enough!" Batman shouted. He was starting to wonder how many times they'd have to shout that before the day was done. "Zatara is not a spy for the Axis Powers. If you're going to accuse him of being a spy, then you might as well do the same for me, and I'm not going to have any of that. Are we clear?"
Hawkman didn't comment, instead opting to pick the rose buds off his mace in silence. Good. Batman might have gotten more emotional with that one than he would have liked, but it couldn't be helped. Giovanni Zatara was one of the men who trained him, one of the men who helped mold him into the man he was today, so there was no one better to ask to be part of the team. It was the same reason he invited Wildcat and—slightly begrudgingly—The Shadow: who better to help Batman than the people who created Batman?
"I really didn't think it needed to be said out loud, but absolutely no one on this team is a spy," Steve said. "If anyone here honestly thinks that we don't have this country's best interests at heart, then you better leave."
"Do you really, though? I don't really like Hawkman, but he wasn't wrong about that whole 'amateur' thing," said a short man in a blue mask with the symbol for an atom on his chest. "A lot of the people here barely have a year of experience out in the field. We've already talked about Johnny, so I won't get back into him. Citizen Steel might have invulnerability, but that doesn't make him a fighter, and people like Dan and Abby don't even have powers!"
"Hey, in case you didn't notice, the guy leading this team doesn't have powers, either," Alan said.
"Yeah, but not everyone can be Batman." Batman wanted to add that not everyone should want to be Batman, but then he figured that this probably wasn't the place for it.
"I do my best! Besides, who here actually wants to be Batman?" asked a man in blue spandex-like armor with a small beetle on his forehead.
"I do," Robin said. Batman made no comment on how much that comment touched his heart.
Onto more important matters, Batman was well aware that some members were greenhorns, but that didn't mean that they didn't belong on the team. For starters, Citizen Steel—real name Nathan Heywood—had super strength and an indestructible body, two things any superhero would dream to have. More importantly, though, was the man's tremendous spirit. Citizen Steel's powers were gained completely by accident and he hated having them. Batman knew that and offered to help find a cure for him, but when he found out that Batman was making a team of superheroes, he insisted on the cure being put on hold until the war was over. You didn't just come across that sense of self-sacrifice every day, and it was exactly what they'd need to win the war.
Then there was the completely intentional happening of there being so many archaeologists on the team. The Germans and the Japanese were fighting the Allies with the power of ancient magical artifacts, so it was a good idea to bring in any crime fighters who would be experts in that field. It was fortunate that Kent Nelson happened to also be an archaeologist, and it was for that same reason that he and Wonder Woman brought in Hawkman, Hawkgirl, and Blue Beetle—their civilian identities being the archaeologists Carter Hall, Shiera Hall, and Dan Garrett, respectively. There was also the potential usefulness in the anti-magic properties of the Hawks' Nth. Metal weapons and the mystery behind the alien technology Blue Beetle used—though he insisted that it was actually magic—but that didn't need to be discussed at the moment.
"What about Ma Hunkel, though?" Blue Beetle asked. "She doesn't have any powers, and unlike me, she doesn't have a super powerful magic suit."
"Yeah, but as the criminal scumbags of New York will tell you, I can kick plenty of ass!" Ma Hunkel said. "By the way, it is really hot in here. You mind if I take off my costume?" Batman nodded his head, and Ma Hunkel proceeded to strip herself of her costume.
"You know, I gotta agree with Dan on this one," Citizen Steel said. "It'd be one thing if she had a bunch of gadgets like Batman or government training like Black Canary, but having your only power being really good at throwing a punch doesn't seem all that useful. It'd be one thing if she was a professional like Wildcat, but she's not, so it's not right—"
All of a sudden, Citizen Steel's tough as iron jaw hit the table with a resounding thud. There could have been a million reasons for it, but if Batman had to guess, it was probably because he saw that Ma Hunkel—underneath the bulky and unflattering armor—was actually a petite young redhead with a face and body most boys his age would obsess over.
"Go on, keep talking," Ma Hunkel said in a voice that, when not made out to be muffled and husky by the metal helmet, was rather soft and feminine.
"It's-It's not right… that we don't give you a fair chance! If Batman sees the value in your abilities, then who am I to judge, right? And shame on anyone who thinks you couldn't keep up! Shame!"
"Aww, that's so nice of you, sweetie!" Ma Hunkel said. She smiled brightly at Citizen Steel, and even though he was made of metal, Batman could have sworn it looked like he was melting.
"Kids these days, am I right?" Robin whispered to Aqualad and Garth. "Wait, how old is she, anyway?"
"And on that note, I say that we put a pin in all of this complaining," Wonder Woman said.
"Agreed," Batman said. It was then that Batman stood up from his chair. "Right now, you're all probably thinking the worst of each other over a bunch of petty nonsense, but when I look at you, I see what you really are: good people trying to do good things. Our core motivations may differ, but at the end of the day, we all want to make a difference, and we can't stay satisfied with only doing so in the confines of our own homes. If we really want to make the world a better place, then we need to be better than ourselves, and we can only do that by working together."
At the end of the speech, Hawkman let out a snort. Because of course he did.
"That's rich, coming from the guy who keeps hiding behind a mask," Hawkman said. "Most of us already know each other's identities, and all of the Seven Supers have already told us who they are. All of them except you. So where do you get off preaching to us about teamwork when you don't even want to tell us who you are?"
Everyone turned to look at Batman, and he met their collective gaze with equal force. Then, just as things started becoming incredibly awkward, a truly unprecedented act occurred: Batman started laughing.
"Okay, that is the creepiest thing I've ever seen," Citizen Steel said.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just that I can't believe that that, of all things, was the first thing Hawkman said today that I liked," Batman said. "After all, if things had gone the way they should have, addressing that would have been the first business of the day."
Before anything else could be said, Batman removed his cowl and exposed his face for all to see.
"Holy shit," said Hawkman.
"This is rather unexpected," Red Tornado said. "Not simply your identity, but the fact that you would feel compelled to reveal it to us."
"His identity's pretty dang surprising, though!" Ma Hunkel said. "I mean, really? Of all people for Batman to be, it's Bruce Wayne? Gotham's resident genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist?"
"In hindsight, it was kind of obvious," Black Lightning said. "Bruce Wayne goes abroad for ten years, then a week after he comes back to the States, a guy dressed like a bat starts busting heads?"
"Yeah, but it always seemed like one of those things that was too obvious to actually be true," Citizen Steel said.
"And in an equally shocking twist, Robin's true identity is… Jason Todd!" Robin shouted as he took off his mask with dramatic flair.
No one was interested.
"Like I said, if we're going to end this war, then we need to be able to work together, and that can only happen if we can all trust each other," Batman said while patting Robin on the head a few times. "I'm putting my faith in all of you, so please do the same for me."
There was silence in the room that went uninterrupted until Johnny started a slow clap. One by one, the other people in the room started joining in until everyone in the room was applauding the turn of events.
Just like that, Bruce was feeling confident again.
If there was one thing that Albrecht Kreiger knew, it was how to appreciate a snowy morning in France. His fellow soldiers—subordinates, actually—always went on and on about how better the scenery was back home in Germany, but France truly had it beat. The way the sunlight and the shadows danced across the frozen landscapes was a true marvel to behold. Light shining across a canvas of endless white while doing its best to break through darkness; this was true art.
And when that canvas was dyed red with the blood of lesser beings—as he was in the midst of doing—it became even more beautiful.
"Nothing like the sweet smell of murder in the morning, ja?" Kreiger asked aloud.
"Yes, colonel!" said a timid soldier under Kreiger's command.
"Let's not waste any extra time on it, then. I haven't had my morning shave yet, and I'd like to get that done before the breakfast bratwursts are done." The foot soldier nodded, and Kreiger turned his attention back to the line of people who were being forced to kneel into the snow, their lives only having another minute to them, at best.
No one who was going to die would do so for anything particularly interesting. It was all of the usual offenders: the gays, the Jewish, the open dissenters, that sort of thing. Nothing to get excited about, but at least they'd bleed nice. As nice as a lesser being could, anyway.
"Ready!" Kreiger's men raised their rifles and pointed them at the soon to be corpses. "Aim!" He could hear them all crying out, but he didn't listen to them. Not because he couldn't speak French—he certainly could—but because it wasn't even worth pretending that they had anything to say. "Fire!"
The soldiers did just as Kreiger commanded and fired upon the lesser beings, so imagine his surprise when he saw that not a single drop of blood had been spilt across the snow.
"I think you dropped these." Kreiger wanted to curse aloud at the sight of it, but before he could, the answer to his question showed up in front of them, leaning against a tree as he juggled an assortment of bullets.
"Herr Flash," Kreiger spat as his men pointed their rifles at their new target.
"'Air Flash'? Is that what you said? Sorry, my German's a little rusty." The soldiers all fired at The Flash, but he threw his stolen bullets at an equal speed. The bullets all bounced off of one another, and before they could hit the ground, The Flash had knocked half of the firing squad down to the ground.
"Don't just stand there! Keep firing! He's just one man!"
"Normally you'd be right, but…" Right when another soldier was about to fire at him, a strange boomerang-like device flew into the muzzle and caused his rifle to explode. From there, darkness descended upon the man, but it wasn't a cloud, nor was it nightfall.
"It's Batman!" was what the soldiers shouted when he swooped down from seemingly nowhere to take down a soldier. The ones who weren't being assaulted by The Flash trained their guns on Batman, but suddenly, a lasso tied itself around one of the rifles. Kreiger didn't need to turn his head to see that it was Wonder Woman, who was now using her lasso to hit four soldiers in the head while Batman beat down an equal amount with punches and kicks. Even more soldiers were blown about into the air when something fell out of the sky with tremendous force; that something was Aquaman jamming his trident into the ground and laughing like an idiot. Two soldiers threw grenades at the meddlesome heroes, but one was caught by a giant green baseball glove while the other flew into a golden ankh before popping out of another ankh. As the grenade exploded behind them, Kreiger saw none other Green Lantern and Doctor Fate floating down from the air.
"Stop! Stop!" shouted the timid soldier from earlier, pistol pointed at the head of one of the hostages. "A-All of you, hands behind your heads or-or else I'll—"
Before he could finish talking, he was lifted into the air by an unseen force and thrown into a tree. The air near the hostages shimmered until the form of the Martian Manhunter became visible.
"The rest of you care to test our might?" Aquaman asked. The remaining soldiers raised their rifles and took aim at the heroes.
"Hold your fire, men, they are clearly out of your league," Kreiger said. They lowered their weapons with a bit of hesitation; deplorable, but nothing that couldn't be fixed.
"We'll be taking these civilians now, if that's all right with you," Martian Manhunter said. The lesser beings all started crying again in their silly language, only this time they sounded happy. That just wouldn't do.
"Oh, will you now? You Americans really are an arrogant lot," Kreiger said.
"He's from Mars, actually. Mars, the planet, not Mars, Pennsylvania," Green Lantern said.
"Not at all the time for this," Wonder Woman said.
"I must say, I'm surprised that The Magnificent Seven Supers came all the way out here to throw their hats in the ring," Kreiger said. "I'm honestly feeling a little starstruck from having celebrities such as yourselves in my presence. It makes me think, 'How high will I get promoted for delivering your heads to Herr Fuhrer?'"
"You're gonna have to put a pin in that. Let me help," Green Lantern said. A giant green needle shot out from his ring towards Kreiger's leg, but Kreiger didn't move a muscle. He just stood there and smiled as the attack came at him, as if he knew that it would never touch him.
As it turned out, he was right, for at that second, a tree flew through the air and collided with the attack, destroying it in an instant before slamming into Green Lantern and knocking him to the ground.
"GL! Crap!" The Flash shouted, rushing over to his comrade's side.
"Did he do that? Is he a Metahuman?" Wonder Woman asked.
"Doubtful," Batman said. "I didn't even see where the tree came from. It had to be something else." As if on some sort of cue, massive footsteps started to sound through the air.
"As expected of the world's greatest detective!" Kreiger said with a mocking laugh. "Behold! The latest—and deadliest—creation to come out of the mind of Herr Doktor Streicher: the Mordmachine!"
On another cue, the aforementioned Mordmachine showed itself by blowing an assortment of trees apart. Its bulky body stood at ten feet and was colored a dark green, save for the red circle on its chest bearing a beautiful Swastika colored a mighty black.
"SIEG HEIL!" The Mordmachine shouted as it stared down the heroes. Then, before anyone else could do anything, it rotated its head 180 degrees and fired twin laser beams from its eyes at the French hostages. Doctor Fate summoned a golden barrier around them that nullified the attack, so the Mordmachine was quick make him its new target. The lasers hit Doctor Fate square in the chest before he had time to cast another spell; he managed to remain in the air, but the attack clearly did a lot of damage. If it would take all he had just to maintain the barrier, then all the better.
It was then that all the other heroes began their assault, regardless of how meaningless it was. Batman threw Batbombs and the boomerang things at it, but the Mordmachine was able to withstand all of them and kick Batman aside. The Flash came at it with a super fast punch that did very little, and it only took it a few seconds to predict the exact spot he would end up at next and grab him. From there, the Flash was thrown like a baseball—pitcher's pose, and all—at Green Lantern before he had the chance to fire an attack of his own. The Martian Manhunter expanded his size to match the Mordmachine's as he bombarded him with punches and blasts of Martian Vision, but that wasn't good enough. The Mordmachine's chest opened up to reveal a flamethrower, and in an instant, the Martian Manhunter was covered in his natural weakness and crawling through the snow in delicious agony. Wonder Woman jumped at it with her sword while Aquaman charged at it with his trident, but it was all meaningless. The Mordmachine grabbed the two of them before their attacks could go through with ease before slamming them into each other and throwing them aside.
In celebration of its domination, the Mordmachine once again shouted "SIEG HEIL!"
"Suffering Sappho, nothing's working!" Wonder Woman shouted as she and Aquaman regained their bearings.
"Did you really expect it to, Amazon?" Kreiger asked. "You are all fools among fools! This automaton was created using the data our spies collected from your fight with Starro the Conqueror. Nothing the seven of you can throw at it will work! You are all helpless against the awesome might of the world's greatest science: German science!"
"SIEG HEIL!" The soldiers all started cheering for the imminent victory, as they deserved to do.
"If this is supposed to scare us, then you Nazis need to do more research," Batman said as he sprayed the Martian Manhunter with Batfoam to eliminate the fire on him. Once the flame was gone, he pulled out another of his boomerang-like weapons and threw it at the Mordmachine, only for it to be caught with ease.
"Insolent fool!" Kreiger said. "Did you not hear me?! The Mordmachine knows everything there is to know about you! Any attack you seven throw at it will fail without question!"
"Then I guess it's a good thing that it's not just the seven of us." Batman smiled. The Batman wasn't supposed to smile. It was a truly unsettling thing to look at, and Kreiger didn't know what it meant.
Then, as if on some sort of cue, a smaller version of the boomerang-like weapon flew at the Mordmachine that completely slipped through its fingers and became jammed in its head before exploding. Kreiger couldn't believe his eyes.
"My boy likes to aim for the head."
It was at that moment when new faces arrived. Jeeps containing men and women rolled up through the snow, with several others flying in the air above them. All of them were dressed in costumes, most of them heroes he recognized from the Nazi High Command's report on potential superpowered threats.
"Hope you guys didn't have too much fun without us," said a little kid Kreiger recognized as Robin.
"Less talking, more hitting!" Hawkgirl shouted. She and Hawkman flew at the Mordmachine with their Nth. Metal maces raised above their heads. It tried to defend itself, but it had no data on their attack patterns, so in the end, it took two clean hits to the face that dented its skull.
"Kill them! Kill those basterds!" Kreiger shouted. The soldiers opened fire, but the Red Tornado swept up their bullets with a gust of wind and fired them back at their knees. Wildcat sent a soldier flying with an uppercut while two women—one scantily clad, one in bulky armor—made quick work of others with moves the likes of which he had never seen. Doctor Mid-Nite had his owl scratch at their faces, and some Negro was firing bolts of lightning at whoever tried to attack him.
Meanwhile, the Mordmachine—Herr Doktor Streicher's greatest creation and the Fuhrer's pride and joy—was not doing as well as before. The Magnificent Seven Supers hadn't changed their patterns, but with the reinforcements, all of their attacks managed to get through. The Blue Beetle attacked with lasers from cannons growing out of his armor, Hourman, the Atom, and a seemingly indestructible teenager attacked with powerful punches, the Hawks kept hitting it with their Nth. Metal maces, Renaissance Man attacked it with his bizarre backwards language, and the sidekicks helped out with exploding weapons and blasts of water. All of these attacks hitting the Mordmachine, but the Mordmachine was unable to respond in kind.
"Stop screwing around!" Kreiger shouted. "Mordmachine! Soldiers! Kill them all, now!"
"No, please don't do that!" cried a man wearing a fedora who was barely dodging bullets that came his way. There was a strange entity floating behind him, but it didn't seem to be doing anything. "Oh man, I really hate this! I wish you guys would just go away!"
"You got it, Johnny!" said the entity. It snapped its glowing fingers, and all of a sudden, the soldiers stopped firing at the heroes. After that, they dropped their weapons and started walking away from the battlefield—the previously fallen soldiers even got up to join them. Kreiger screamed at them to get back and fight, but no one listened to him, as if they were in some sort of trance.
"Nice job, Johnny!" the scantily clad woman said with a thumbs up.
"W-Wow! Thanks! It was an accident, but thanks!" Johnny said. "Okay, Thunderbolt! I wish that the robot would shut down!"
"Sorry, can't do that," the Thunderbolt said. "Can't grant wishes about robots in the same hour I grant wishes about people."
"Really? I guess that makes sense, but still."
"Idiots! Every single one of you!" Kreiger shouted. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out what looked to be a detonator of some sort. "If it's come down to this, I'll blow up the Mordmachine and take you basterds with it!"
"Oh? Is that right?" Smoke appeared out of nowhere and floated around Kreiger's body. It started spreading out around him until it eventually took the form of a man he recognized as The Shadow, pointing a gun directly at his head.
And another one pointed at his groin.
"See, Batman said that if I'm gonna be on this team, then I'm only allowed to kill in emergencies, so you won't see me putting you in the grave," The Shadow said, "but that doesn't mean I can't get creative. I can shoot you in the skull at just the right spot to put you in a coma, or if I'm feeling really good about myself, I can shoot off your boys and make sure you won't be making any mini Nazis anytime soon. 'Course, I'd only do that if you give me a reason for it, so the question is: you feelin' lucky, today?"
With a cold sweat running down his face, Kreiger dropped the detonator, The Shadow laughing all the while. Over on his left, the Mordmachine was on its last legs. Its once proud and mighty body had been torn asunder by the collective efforts of the heroes, and all it could do now was swing its arms wildly and fire lasers in random directions. The Martian Manhunter eventually ripped its arms off, Aquaman sent his trident flying through its chest, Batman and Robin used wires to make it trip and fall, and Wonder Woman jumped down from the air and beheaded it with her sword. The beautiful symbol of the magnificent Nazi party spat out one final "SIEG HEIL!" before finally shutting down.
It was at this moment when Kreiger started screaming, though it was seemingly drowned out by the heroes' collective cheering.
"We did it! Our first triumph! Hooray for us!" Aquaman shouted as he brought Aqualad and Tempest in for a hug.
"Good work, everyone," Wonder Woman said. "Doctor Fate, let's get these people back to their home." Doctor Fate nodded his head and snapped his fingers. The barrier around the hostages glowed a bright yellow before vanishing, the hostages nowhere in sight.
"Hey guys, check out Captain Nazi over here! He's totally spazzing out!" Robin laughed.
"Silence, you swine!" Kreiger shouted. "How dare you destroy my Mordmachine?! The pinnacle of German science was not yours to use as a plaything!"
"It's a little too late to be saying that," Green Lantern said.
"You think this is over? Ha! This is only the beginning! America can send in as many costumed fools as they want, but it won't make a difference. In the end, you will all fall like the pathetic lot you are, and the Third Reich will reign supreme over a kingdom made from your corpses!"
"If that's what you want, then you better make sure to kill every last one of us," Batman said, "because if there's even one of us still around, we won't stop fighting you until you go down. Even if you try and destroy us—try to destroy America—so long as one of us survives, we'll just come back here to avenge it all."
"You inglorious baste—" It was there that The Shadow hit Kreiger in the back of his head with the butt of his gun and knocked him to the ground.
"So, Batman," Wonder Woman said. "Given that whole speech you gave just then, does this mean—"
"No. Just because I used the word 'avenge' doesn't mean I approve of us being The Avengers," Batman said.
"It's really dynamic, though."
"Not every fight is going to be us trying to avenge someone."
"He's got a point," said the Flash. "Oh! What about the Super Friends?"
"That's using the term a little loosely."
"The All-Star Squadron?" Green Lantern asked.
"The world's already going to know that we're working for America, we don't need to oversell it."
"I got it! The Legion of Doom!" Robin said.
"What? Why would you even—you do know that we're the good guys, right?" Batman asked.
"Yeah, and we spell doom for our enemies, duh!"
"The boy makes a good point," Aquaman said.
"No he doesn't, don't encourage him," Batman said.
"I agree with Batman. The name we choose for our team will be a reflection of the message we mean to convey to society, so this must be treated seriously," Doctor Fate, of all people, said.
"Wait," Batman said. "Say that again."
At that moment, Kreiger completely lost consciousness, cursing the American heroes the entire time.
In modern day, the world is dominated by the enigmatic superpower known as "Quirks". Everyone and their mother can have a Quirk simply by being born on this planet, and with the days of fear and discrimination towards superpowered beings being a thing of the past, the ability to become a Hero has never been easier!
However, the ability to become a Hero didn't always belong to everyone. A little over a century ago, that honor only came to a select few individuals: the ones who were the few to be born with amazing gifts; the ones who pushed their bodies to extremes that most people would be unwilling to replicate; the ones who came into contact with toxic waste and chemicals and went away from them with something other than diseases and horrible disfigurements. These people would don costumes of all colors and use their amazing gifts not for themselves, but to protect their fellow man, and when the world was thrown into a state of self-inflicted chaos the likes of which it had never seen, the bravest and strongest amongst them came together to defeat the enemies our boys couldn't handle.
They were… the Justice Society!
Alexis Lois Luthor's Statistics on Hero Society Throughout the Ages
Batman I (Civilian Identity: Unknown)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Kaen" by Queen Bee
Power: ⅘
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: 6/5
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: 6/5
Wonder: ⅗
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: 5/5
—The Goddamn Batman.
—The leader and co-founder of the Justice Society.
—[WonderBatよ永遠に] Ignore this.
—In a world where everyone is super, it's amazing that Batman—someone who always remained Quirkless—managed to become a permanent inspiration for most Heroes.
—The only member of the Justice Society to take advantage of the Golden Age Clause and keep their identity a secret (see files on Renegade I and Starfire for more information).
—Popular guesses for his identity in ascending order are Bruce Wayne, John F. Kennedy, an actual bat, and a temporally displaced Michael Jackson.
—Some people believe that Batman I and Batman Beyond are the same person, but those people are idiots. While Batman Beyond uses the same suit Batman I did during his rescue of Bunny Vreeland, it's also common knowledge that Batman I has black hair. Because of that, he can't be Batman Beyond, as pictures taken during the events of "Knightfall III: This Time, it's Personal" revealed Batman Beyond to be a redhead.
Wonder Woman (Civilian Identity: Princess Diana of Themyscira)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "This is Love" by Utada Hikaru
Power: 6/5
Speed: 6/5
Technique: 6/5
Intelligence: ⅘
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: ⅖
Entropy: 5/5
—Princess of the Amazons.
—Second in command and co-founder of the Justice Society.
—All around supreme badass.
—[WonderBatよ永遠に] Ignore this.
—Was a major activist for both women's rights and LGBT rights and is one of the major reasons for why they progressed so quickly.
—Male or female, she was definitely everyone's first crush. I'm secure enough to admit to it.
—Was the Number One Hero from the moment the Heroes Association was founded. All Might taking the spot from her caused quite an uproar in the community, but that was nothing compared to Endeavor taking the Number Two Hero spot from her a year later.
—For a while, there were rumors that Wonder Woman—as opposed to being born from magically-imbued clay—was actually the daughter of Zeus; the rumors gained a lot of traction when they were spread by Cassandra Drake née Sandsmark, AKA Wonder Girl, AKA Diespiter. Those rumors were false and only existed as part of a convoluted scheme concocted by an Atheist cult that wanted to manipulate Wonder Woman into committing deicide. It didn't work.
—Despite being an Amazon, she's shown signs of aging, mostly with gray hair. No one knows why, but popular theories are the effects of her unique biology, repeated child births, and hair dye.
The Flash I (Civilian Identity: Scientist Jay Garrick)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Clear Mind" by Masaaki Endoh
Power: ⅘
Speed: 6/5
Technique: ⅘
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: 6/5
Wisdom: 5/5
Wonder: ⅘
Mystery: ⅗
Entropy: 5/5
—The original Scarlet Speedster.
—Co-founder of the Justice Society.
—Was the first chairman of the Heroes Association.
—Established the foundation of the Flash Family (see files on The Flash II, The Flash III, etc. for more information).
—Claims to have been taught the ways of the Speed Force by a man named Max Mercury, but there's no record of such a man existing. However, there are Bigfoot-esque pictures of strange blurs at random locations in America in seemingly random time periods (see file on the Speed Force for more information).
—If you ever need to ask how he did something, the answer is "Speed Force".
Green Lantern I (Civilian Identity: Electrical engineer Alan Scott)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Mienai Tsubasa" by Takayoshi Tanimoto
Power: 5/5
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 6/5
Intelligence: ⅘
Cooperativeness: ⅕
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: ⅕
Entropy: 6/5
—The original Emerald Knight.
—Co-founder of the Justice Society.
—Created the Green Palace in the aftermath of the Lantern War and hasn't left it since. That was around a century ago.
—Often gets a bad rap for his zero-tolerance stance on aliens, but people tend to exaggerate the situation. Really, the guy mainly just sits around all day doing nothing but be paranoid.
—Claims to have seen a strange blue light the day he first obtained his Lantern. Don't know if that's important.
Aquaman I (Civilian Identity: Fishing magnate Arthur Curry/King Orin of Atlantis)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "We Are!" by Hiroshi Kitadani
Power: 6/5
Speed: ⅘
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: ⅘
Cooperativeness: 6/5
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: 6/5
Mystery: ⅗
Entropy: 5/5
—The King of the Seven Seas.
—Co-founder of the Justice Society.
—He's got mad sharks.
—Acted like a clown most of the time, but when he got serious, he got serious.
—Went into retirement after developing a Quirk that turned half of his body into lava. It's easy to understand why that would make it hard for him to fight.
Doctor Fate I (Civilian Identity: Archaeologist Kent Nelson/Lord of Order Nabu)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Ambiguous" by Garnidelia
Power: 5/5
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 6/5
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: ⅖
Wisdom: ⅘
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: ⅗
—The definitive Lord of Order.
—Co-founder of the Justice Society.
—Fought in WWII less because he believed in the cause and more because he was trying to preserve balance.
—Was often hard to tell where Kent ended and Nabu began, but that doesn't matter anymore since Nabu's evolved to the point where he no longer needs a host body (see relevant files for information on other hosts).
Martian Manhunter (Civilian Identity: Martian police officer J'onn J'onzz/Detective John Jones)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Moonlight Densetsu" by DALI
Power: 6/5
Speed: 6/5
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: 6/5
Wisdom: ⅘
Wonder: ⅘
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: 6/5
—The Alien Atlas.
—Co-founder of the Justice Society. Was actually the one who brought Starro to the attention of the other six.
—One of the few alien Heroes people still talk about highly.
—Generally considered the heart of the Justice Society, all the way up to their disbandment.
—While it's commonly accepted that he died in the Lantern War while fighting his brother Ma'alefa'ak—who was temporarily brought into the Red Lantern Corps at the time—only Ma'alefa'ak's corpse was found in the aftermath.
Robin II (Civilian Identity: Bruce Wayne's young ward Jason Todd)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Hyadain no Kakakata Kataomoi - C" by Hyadain
Power: ⅗
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: ⅖
Mystery: ⅗
Entropy: ⅘
—The bad boy of the Robins.
—Was actually just a goofy smartass before getting involved in WWII. It's commonly accepted that his experiences in the war led to a shift in personality within him.
—One of the few good cases for why children shouldn't be Heroes (see files on Red Hood and Renegade II for more information).
Tempest (Civilian Identity: Atlantean Soldier Garth)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "We Go!" by Hiroshi Kitadani
Power: 5/5
Speed: ⅗
Technique: ⅘
Intelligence: ⅘
Cooperativeness: ⅗
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: ⅖
Entropy: ⅘
—The original Aqualad.
—Gave up the position when Kaldur'ahm proved his worth. Also when he started growing a beard that just never worked.
—Even though he joined the Justice Society because he felt too awkward around Lilith and Miss Martian (see file: Heroes and the LGBT Movement for additional information), he was a valued member of the team.
Aqualad II (Civilian Identity: Atlantean soldier Kaldur'ahm/Silver City high schooler Jackson Hyde)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "We Can!" by Kishidan and Hiroshi Kitadani
Power: 5/5
Speed: ⅗
Technique: ⅘
Intelligence: ⅘
Cooperativeness: ⅗
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: ⅖
Entropy: ⅘
—The diversity hire Aqualad.
—Was the level-headed one between the two Aqualads. That was most likely a factor in him becoming the one to succeed Arthur Curry (see file on Aquaman II for more information).
—Bastard son of David Hyde, AKA Black Manta, who would later be one of the founding members of the Injustice Gang and remain on the team until his death (see file on Elementals for more information).
The Shadow (Civilian Identity: Immortal assassin Lamont Cranston)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Touch Off" by Uverworld
Power: ⅗
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: ⅕
Wisdom: ⅘
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: ⅘
—The Chiron of Modern Day.
—An immortal assassin who makes Batman seem approachable.
—Roams the Earth with an undying body as atonement for the sins of his past.
—Helped train many Heroes while under numerous disguises—even training Batman under the disguise of Henri Ducard. It's possible that he's still doing that to this very day.
Citizen Steel (Civilian Identity: Football star Nathan Heywood)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Brave Heart" by Koji Wada
Power: 6/5
Speed: ⅕
Technique: ⅗
Intelligence: ⅗
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: ⅕
Mystery: ⅖
Entropy: 5/5
—Grandson of Civil War hero Hank Heywood, AKA Commander Steel.
—Eventually became cured of his powers sometime after the War.
—I'm not saying that Citizen Steel and Ma Hunkel banged during the War, but Citizen Steel and Ma Hunkel totally banged during the war.
Doctor Mid-Nite (Civilian Identity: Doctor CharlesMcNider)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "One Vision" by Takayoshi Tanimoto
Power: ⅖
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: ⅘
Wonder: ⅖
Mystery: ⅖
Entropy: ⅖
—The Justice Society's resident medic.
—His medical skills saved the lives of most of the members time and time again.
—Hooty the Owl was super adorable.
Black Lightning (Civilian Identity: Teacher and civil rights activist Jefferson Pierce)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Believer" by IKUO
Power: 5/5
Speed: ⅗
Technique: ⅘
Intelligence: ⅘
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: ⅖
Entropy: ⅘
—The first noteworthy African American Hero.
—Was my grandfather's most frequent adversary and was the most open about his misplaced hatred of him. Ironically, he would end up being my grandfather's running mate when he ran for President.
Ma Hunkel (Civilian Identity: Caretaker Abigail Hunkel)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Ai wo Torimodose" by Crystal King
Power: ⅘
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 6/5
Intelligence: ⅗
Cooperativeness: 6/5
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: ⅕
Mystery: ⅖
Entropy: ⅗
—The mother hen of the Justice Society.
—Through unknown means, she became an incredibly powerful martial artist, easily the strongest female martial artist before Lady Shiva.
—I'm not saying that Citizen Steel and Ma Hunkel banged during the War, but Citizen Steel and Ma Hunkel totally banged during the war.
Red Tornado (Civilian Identity: Pilot John Smith)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "database" by Man With a Mission
Power: ⅗
Speed: 5/5
Technique: ⅗
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: ⅘
Wonder: ⅗
Mystery: ⅗
Entropy: ⅗
—The most advanced piece of machinery for a good portion of history.
—Originally built by T.O. Morrow to infiltrate and destroy the Justice Society. Obviously, that didn't work.
—Might have also been possessed by an Air Elemental? That's kind of unclear, and I don't feel like looking into it (see file on Elementals for more information).
Hawkman (Civilian Identity: Archaeologist Carter Hall)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Anata ga ita Mori" by Jyukai
Power: ⅘
Speed: ⅘
Technique: ⅘
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: ⅗
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: ⅗
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: ⅗
—A Thanagarian stuck in an endless cycle of reincarnation.
—Spends every life researching the mysteries of both our universe and the ones that surround it (see relevant files for information on other reincarnations).
—Kind of a dick.
Hawkgirl (Civilian Identity: Archaeologist Shiera Hall)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: “Anata ga ita Mori” by Jyukai
Power: ⅗
Speed: ⅗
Technique: ⅗
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: ⅗
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: ⅗
—A Thanagarian stuck in an endless cycle of reincarnation.
—Spends every life researching the mysteries of both our universe and the ones that surround it (see relevant files for information on other reincarnations).
—Not that much of a dick.
Wildcat (Civilian Identity: Boxer Ted Grant)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Bite" by LEO Imai
Power: ⅗
Speed: ⅖
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: ⅗
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: ⅖
Wonder: ⅗
Mystery: ⅖
Entropy: ⅗
—The resident grandpa of the Justice Society.
—Helped train many Heroes in the art of fisticuffs.
—Was one of the least powerful members of the Justice Society, but he managed to maintain a place on the team thanks to his battle sense and his literal nine lives.
Blue Beetle I (Civilian Identity: Archaeologist Daniel Garrett)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "With the Wind" by Hiroaki "Tommy" Tominaga
Power: ⅗
Speed: ⅘
Technique: ⅗
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: ⅘
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: ⅗
—The first person to wield the Blue Beetle Scarab (see files on Mystery Person "X" and Ted Kord for more information).
—Joined the Justice Society in the hopes of being able to take and research the archaeological discoveries of the Axis Powers.
—To this day, people are arguing over the exact nature of the Scarab, with some people saying it's magic and some people saying it's technological.
Black Canary I (Civilian Identity: Treasury agent Dinah Drake)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Hustle Muscle" by Shokichi Ishida, Yasuhiko Terada and Eiji Yoshizawa
Power: ⅘
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: ⅘
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: ⅗
Wonder: ⅖
Mystery: ⅕
Entropy: ⅗
—The first person to wield the mantle of Black Canary (see Dinah Laurel Lance for more information).
—Her status as a treasury agent made her an unofficial liaison to the government, though Steve Trevor was the only official one.
—Worked with Johnny Thunder partially because she wanted to show him the ropes and partially because he was too stupid to be left alone.
Johnny Thunder (Occupation: Window washer)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "99" by Mob Choir
Power: ⅕
Speed: ⅕
Technique: ⅕
Intelligence: ⅕
Cooperativeness: 6/5
Wisdom: ⅕
Wonder: 6/5
Mystery: 6/5
Entropy: 6/5
—The most powerful dope the world has ever seen.
—Was bonded to a magical, omniscient Genie named Yz the Thunderbolt, but he was too stupid to make the most out of it.
—It is extremely likely that he once destroyed and rebuilt the entire universe thanks to shear stupidity. Possible side effects of this are as follows: the Vietnam War, the AIDS virus, the emergence of Quirks, and the unsatisfying experience garnered from playing Zero Time Dilemma.
Renaissance Man (Civilian Identity: Stage magician Giovanni Zatara)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Kaze ni Naru" by Ayano Tsuji
Power: ⅕
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: ⅘
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 3/5
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: ⅘
Entropy: ⅗
—A master of the mystic arts.
—Trained many Heroes in the art of escape and misdirection.
—A direct descendant of Leonardo Da Vinci. Go figure.
Hourman I (Civilian Identity: Chemist Rex Tyler)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Fatima" by Kanako Ito
Power: ⅘
Speed: ⅘
Technique: ⅗
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 5/5
Wonder: ⅖
Mystery: ⅕
Entropy: ⅘
—A man who creates a very mixed PSA on drugs (they're still bad, kids).
—His Miraclo formula was the foundation for other time-based super-enhancement drugs, such as the one used to create Damage.
—One of the first people to successfully experience time travel.
The Atom I (Civilian Identity: College student Al Pratt)
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Fighting Dreamers" by FLOW
Power: 5/5
Speed: 5/5
Technique: ⅗
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 5/5
Wonder: ⅗
Mystery: ⅗
Entropy: ⅘
—The founder of the "Atom" legacy.
—One of the first Heroes to come into contact with toxic materials and get away with something other than a disease.
—An inspiration to short people, everywhere.
Chapter 15: Deku's Pal, Katsuki Bakugou (3): Katsuki Bakugou: Secret Origin
Chapter Text
Ever since I got into U.A., everyone around me's been acting like Deku's the fifth coming of Jesus or some shit, and I gotta ask: what the hell is wrong with everyone? So what if he's super strong and can shoot lasers out of his eyes and pull a speech out of his ass. You think he was always like that? Get real! I've known him my whole life, and from day one, he was nothing but a pathetic little weakling. He couldn't read a lick of kanji, he couldn't skip stones, no matter how flat and smooth they were, he couldn't do the Batusi to save his life; everything about him was pathetic. Hell, when everyone in class already had their Quirk, he was the only one still powerless. I knew that if he didn't end up being Quirkless, the little scrub was at least gonna end up with some trash-tier Quirk.
That's how it should have been, anyway.
Ever since he was a child, Katsuki Bakugou was made to think he was the best at everything he did. Bakugou could read kanji when the rest of his classmates still struggled with hiragana, and he received nothing but praise for it. Bakugou mastered the Batusi for the school concert in a day when the rest of his classmates couldn't get it until close to opening night, and he received nothing but praise for it. When Bakugou unlocked his Quirk, a powerful combination of his parent's Quirks known as "Explosion", all of his classmates regarded it as being cool and all of his teachers regarded him as someone who would have no trouble becoming a Hero. How much his environment was to blame for his personality ending up how it is is up for debate, but the point is that for the first four years of his life, Bakugou never experienced a situation where he didn't end up succeeding where other people failed.
That trend ended up being broken one September morning in the year 20XX by the most unlikely of people.
The first thing Bakugou noticed about Midoriya that morning was that he was smiling. It wasn't as if he'd never seen him smile before, but he had been doing it far less frequently ever since he became the only one in the class to not have some kind of power. It didn't help that they kept teasing him about it, but Bakugou didn't see the harm in a few harmless quips, every now and then. Still, it was weird to see him smiling so brightly, so Bakugou decided to inquire further with all of the grace he could muster.
"The fuck's with that look on your face, Deku?" Bakugou asked.
"I did it, Kacchan! I finally got my Quirk!" Midoriya said.
"Really? Better late than never, I guess."
"I know, right?! Check it out!" Midoriya ran over to an empty table, the kid running so fast that Bakugou thought he was going to bounce his head against it for the twelth time. Bakugou didn't know what he was getting excited about. So what if he finally had a Quirk? If it was Midoriya, then whether or not it was in comparison to his own Quirk, it had to be something utterly lame that wouldn't be worth anyone's time of day.
Bakugou kept thinking like that all the way up until Midoriya lifted a table above his head with one hand.
"Whoa! Deku's super strong!" one random kid shouted.
"Is that your Quirk? That's awesome!" another random kid said.
"Can you punch something so hard it explodes?! Can you?! Can you?!" a third random kid asked.
"Congratulations, Midoriya!" their teacher said. "You've gained a truly wonderful Quirk. I'm sure you'll be a great Hero when you grow up."
"Yay!" Midoriya cheered. Everyone else joined in his cheering as he put the table down.
Everyone except Bakugou.
What a bunch of idiots, Bakugou thought to himself. All Deku does is lift up a table, and he's got them eating out of the palms of his hands. Buncha sheep, that's what you all are. You're no better, Deku, acting like you're the hottest shit in the toilet. Can't wait to see how stupid you'll look when all of this passes and you go back to being a good for nothing nothing.
In the days that followed, such an event never occurred. Instead, a series of fortunate events was all that kept happening to Midoriya. During gym class, Midoriya, who always placed near the bottom in races, earned first place well before anyone else was even close to finishing. When two kids got into a fight over something trivial, Midoriya picked them both up by their collars and made them apologize to one another. After someone discovered a cat stuck in a tree, Midoriya jumped up into the tree and carried the cat back down to the ground without breaking a sweat. All of this was completely different from what Midoriya was capable of just a few days ago, and all of it made him the object of praise for everyone in the school.
Everyone except Bakugou, of course. While everyone looked upon Midoriya's feats of strength with amazement, Bakugou looked upon them with nothing but annoyance. Just the other day, people couldn't stop talking about how great he was, but the second Midoriya got powers, that just came to a stop. It didn't even make sense to him. All his Quirk did was make him super strong and super fast, but it'd be faster to list all the people who didn't have that powerset. It wasn't like he could fly like Wonder Woman or shoot lightning like Shazam or even hold a candle to All Might; he was still nothing special, yet everyone seemed to forget that obvious fact.
Worst of all, they seemed to be forgetting him. All because Midoriya was grabbing all of their attention. All because Midoriya was making himself out to be some kind of bigshot. All because Midoriya was doing everything in his power to show Bakugou up.
Rude and uncalled for it might have been, Bakugou still managed to endure. Midoriya might have been hogging the spotlight in class, but in their own specific circle of friends, Bakugou knew he was still on top. Why, he was currently in the middle of leading Midoriya and the rest of his friends through a bit of wilderness exploration. No one objected to Bakugou putting himself in charge, because they all wisely knew that he was the only one fit for the job. No one else could do it, especially not Midoriya.
It was all going so well until it stopped going so well. The group was walking across a log, and Bakugou stepped on a particularly slippery section of bark. He was sent tumbling down, but it was far from a great fall. The log wasn't suspended that high up from the river, and with how tough Bakugou was, a fall like this wouldn't hurt him, one bit.
Of course, the entire thing was moot because there was no impact. Much to Bakugou's surprise and annoyance, Midoriya had jumped off the log and caught Bakugou in his arms before he could hit the ground.
"Are you all right?" Midoriya asked the question with a completely innocent look on his face. From above, the rest of the group was alternating between cheers for Midoriya and sniggers at Bakugou. It was no wonder that Bakugou's show of thanks was to hit him in the face with an explosion, even if it resulted in Midoriya dropping him into the river.
"Hey! What was that—"
"Who the hell asked you to do that, Deku?!" Bakugou shouted.
"I-I was just trying to help."
"How stupid are you?! As if I'd need help from a loser like you!"
"He's kind of cooler than you, you know," Tsubasa said from above.
"No one asked you, tubby, and you're wrong! I don't care how much his Quirk lets him do, Deku's nothing compared to me!"
"But I'm not trying to—" Midoriya stopped talking the second Bakugou stormed off the way they came. He was tired of being around them, and he was tired of Midoriya acting like a big shot. He had let it slide long enough; it was time to put him in his place, once and for all. He just needed the right opportunity to prove to everyone that Midoriya was still nothing compared to him.
That opportunity came the next day, when Midoriya got in the way of Bakugou teaching another kid a valuable lesson in not messing with him. There was his chance to fight him. There was his chance to beat him. There was his chance to make him remember where he stood.
Without warning, Bakugou found himself standing in a black void, vision granted to him by some unknown luminescence. Speaking of unknowns, Bakugou had no idea what was happening to him.
"Last thing I remember was jumping on Deku and blasting him in the face, but then what?" Bakugou asked himself. "What happened after that? Where the hell is everybody? Where the hell am I? Is this some kind of Villain attack? What the hell is going on?"
"I can answer all of your questions, if you want. Or do you feel like just asking a bunch more?" Without warning, someone appeared right in front of Bakugou. Said someone was a woman—teenager, if he had to guess—holding a parasol and wearing gloves, a tank top, and a pair of pants, all of which were so black that it looked like she was melting into the environment. The blackness of her attire was contrasted by the shimmer of the silver ankh hanging around her neck and a complexion that looked pale enough to get her confused with a dead body.
"Who the fuck are—where did you—did you do this?!"
"I'll answer that last question, since it was the only one you finished," said Pale Skin. "Yes, I'm the one who brought you into this little realm of mine, but I didn't kidnap you, or anything; that'd be, like, illegal and junk."
"I don't know where the hell this is, so how is this not kidnapping?"
"Because the only thing I moved was your soul, not your body. I'm not a lawyer, though, so don't hold me to that."
"Soul? What are you even-"
There was a drip drop of something wet. Another followed it, then another, then two more, then five more. Curiosity quickly got the better of Bakugou, but when he saw that his chest was torn open from one end to the other, blood spilling out and pieces of ribs visible, he wished that he hadn't. That wish wasn't simply because he didn't like what he saw, though; that wish was also because the sight of his body made him remember what happened in his fight with Midoriya, how he copied one of All Might's moves and sent him flying all the way into a building. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't feel anything that could be sent out.
"Looks like you remember everything, then," Pale Skin said. "Sorry about that little shock there, but I thought it'd be good to get things moving."
Just as quickly as Bakugou's injuries had appeared on his body, they vanished without a trace. His desire to vomit, however, didn't vanish so easily.
"What the hell? Deku, he—Deku really—"
"I know you're probably mad at him—"
"I'm furious! Goddammit! I can't believe I lost to that fucking bastard!"
Pale Skin tilted her head at him. Weird. It wasn't like Bakugou said anything strange.
"That's what you're getting mad about? Not him throwing you into a building and completely destroying your body?"
"Of course I'm pissed about that, but I'm way more pissed that I lost! How could I not be?!"
"You have some weird priorities for a little kid, you know that? Reminds me of when I had to deal with David Hyde, and that was just a whole crazy thing."
"Screw you, you goth bitch!" Pale Skin laughed to herself before jamming the end of her parasol against Bakugou's forehead. He fell back, but instead of falling onto the floor, he fell into a leather armchair that appeared out of nowhere. Pale Skin then wasted no time sitting down in an identical leather armchair that appeared just as suddenly.
"Keep this up, and you're gonna have an aneurysm by the time you turn ten. Whose temper do you think got you here, in the first place?"
"You bring me here just to shit all over me?"
"Come on, I'm not that bad. This isn't really about you, so much as it's about your friend."
About Deku? Bakugou could tell she wouldn't have anything bad to say about him, which could only mean she wouldn't have anything good to say.
"You're obviously furious at him for what happened—not necessarily for all of the right reasons—but you should try to not hold all of it against him. Right now, he's going through a lot of stuff that you wouldn't understand, and from this point forward, he'll keep going through harder and harder challenges that few people will be able to relate to. No one's asking you to like him, no one's telling you to forgive him, but at the very least, try to understand that he doesn't feel as on top of the world as you think he does."
Bakugou didn't know what Pale Skin was talking about, and he could tell that he wouldn't get her to explain. He was left trying to make sense of the ambiguities thrown his way, but it was all too much for him to wrap his head around.
"Either way, when the hell am I supposed to do that? When I come back as a baby or a cat or some shit?"
"You don't have to wait that long. Not like you're dead, or anything."
"Huh?! The fuck do you mean I'm not dead?! What was all that shit before, then?!"
"I mean, that's what your body looks like right now, but I never said that you were dead. No, you're very much alive, and assuming the world moves exactly as it should—you never really know, what with time travellers and people who can defy fate—you should… hold on."
While Bakugou tried to wrap his head around the idea of not being dead, a black book with a white skull in the center appeared in Pale Skin's hands, a book she quickly opened to a random page.
"Yes, here it is. You'll have team-ups with All Might and Endeavor and the Bat Family and all sorts of other great Heroes, you'll be an essential player in preventing a great tragedy when someone opens the door to the Graveyard of Gods, and among other things, you'll have a long and happy marriage with…" Pale Skin looked up at Bakugou, then turned back to the book, then looked back at Bakugou once more, then turned back to the book once more. She did that five more times before saying another word: "Her?"
"Well, the point is, you're not dead, so be happy about that."
"I can't be happy because I don't understand shit! If I'm not dead, then what is this, some kind of shitty dream?!"
"No, dreams are more my brother's field of expertise. This is more of an out of body experience, one that'll end right about—"
"Start making sense, already—"
"Now."
Bakugou awoke to a sense of confusion and weakness. The memories of his meeting with whoever that was supposed to be were still burning through his mind, almost as if it had really happened. That, of course, was a ridiculous notion, so he buried it without hesitation. That summed up confusion. As for weakness, that came about from him not being able to move his body in any way, shape or form. Part of that was due to his parents jumping on him with tear-stained eyes as soon as he woke up, but part of that was also due to how his body was covered in bandages like a mummy and he had no feeling to speak of. The part of his dream where he realized that Midoriya of all people nearly killed him seemed to be true, for some reason.
"All right, all right, give him some air, already. I know you're relieved, but you don't want to reopen his wounds, do you?" The voice came from a diminutive old woman dressed in a lab coat, wearing a purple visor, and using a large syringe as a cane. The woman was clearly none other than Recovery Girl, a Hero whose Quirk granted her some of the best healing powers in the country.
"Well, I don't think you have to imagine the kind of scare you gave us, sonny boy," Recovery Girl said. "It's not like you're the first person to be sent hurtling through a wall, but even fully grown Heroes hardly ever get sent flying that hard and fast. For someone your age to have that kind of power is just—"
"Don't talk to me about Deku, you hag," Bakugou said.
"Hey, show some goddamn respect for your elders!" his mother shouted, smacking him upside the head. Bakugou winced in pain, and in an instant, she threw out a string of apologies he knew were completely out of character for her.
"I don't want to hear about how tough Deku is; just tell me how long I have to wait before I can kick his ass!"
"Kick his—kid, you need to get your priorities straight. Can you even move so much as a pinkie toe, right now?" Bakugou chose not to answer that. "I thought so. You might not have died, but your body's still a wreck. It's going to take a long time for it to get back to being even halfway decent, but even with that…"
"What? What?!" Recovery Girl let out a sigh.
"Your parents said that you want to be a Hero when you grow up. Nothing wrong with that—what kid your age doesn't want to be a Hero?—but with those injuries, even after you finish therapy and rehabilitation, your body won't be able to move like it used to. If you don't want to make things hard for everyone—including yourself—then you should give up on being a Hero, Katsuki."
"Fuck you!" Bakugou shouted as Todoroki launched another wave of ice at him. It was the same kind of attack Todoroki had been using from the very start. The fact that he and Kendou jumped out of the way of the last two shots must have made Todoroki think that Bakugou had to dodge first before launching a counterattack, but that was wrong. He already knew his explosions were strong enough to break through the ice, so there wasn't any point in that kind of strategy. Instead, what Bakugou did was jump into the air and fire off an explosion with one hand to propel his body forward towards Todoroki's attack. Just as the ice reached the halfway point of the hallway, Bakugou fired another explosion from his other hand—the intensity slightly lower so momentum wouldn't push him backwards—and blew himself straight through the ice, all the way into Todoroki's face. Bakugou could see fragments of ice forming across the floor, but right before a pillar of ice could hit him, he fired off another explosion to send himself further up into the air at an angle. Once Todoroki's failed attack was fully realized, Bakugou twisted himself around, launched himself at Todoroki's left side, and deliver a kick with enough speed and power to send him tumbling into the floor a few meters away.
"Ha! I knew it! You can't fire off your ice from your left side!" Bakugou shouted when he hit the floor. "When Karate Kid was running away, you could have destroyed that piece of concrete she threw at you, but you only dodged it. Then, when I attacked you just now, you couldn't do shit to stop me! You blind in your left eye or something, Two-Face?"
Todoroki—in lieu of a verbal response—sent out another blast of ice in Bakugou's direction. Honestly, it was like he wasn't even trying to win. Bakugou didn't hesitate to dodge the attack and launch himself at Todoroki's left side once more, but this time, he landed on the ground and moved to grab Todoroki's arm and send him into a flip. That was the plan, but before he could grab his arm, Todoroki elbowed Bakugou in the face, grabbed him by the throat with his left hand, and slammed him against a wall.
"Guess I'm not so blind, after all," Todoroki said. With Bakugou still restrained, Todoroki pulled something out of his pocket that Bakugou immediately recognized as the capture tape.
"No, but you sure as hell ain't smart!" Bakugou shouted. Without wasting a second, he shot out both of his legs and kicked Todoroki square in the chest, hitting him with enough force to make Todoroki let go of his neck, though they both ended up falling to the ground, as a result. As soon as Todoroki hit the ground, he sent out another wave of ice at Bakugou, but Bakugou was able to fire off an explosion to knock himself away from the attack just in time.
"You're really starting to piss me off, you know that?" Todoroki asked.
"Get in line, asshole," Bakugou said. Bakugou picked himself up off of the ground, opened up one of the four pockets on his utility belt, and pulled out a flat silver disc that had the kanji for "Death" written on it in a violent font and punctuated with an exclamation mark. "In case you were wondering, my Quirk makes me sweat a nitroglycerin-like substance, and all of my gear stores my sweat so I can blow away shitheads like you whenever I want!"
The look on Todoroki's face told Bakugou that he knew exactly what he was getting at, but at that point, it was too late. Bakugou had already thrown his weapon—a weapon he had taken to calling the "Die Die Discus"—at Todoroki's feet. It took no time at all for the Die Die Discus to activate and send Todoroki flying down a connecting hallway with an explosion.
It was very satisfying to look at. Very satisfying, indeed, but it was made less satisfying by Todoroki's quick recovery and counterattack. Bakugou, ever so quick with his Quirk, launched himself into the air with one hand and used the other to throw another Die Die Discus at Todoroki. This time, Todoroki brought up a pillar of ice in front of his body and the Die Die Discus immediately became lodged in it.
"You're not going to hit me with that, twice!" Todoroki shouted. He ran around the ice in what had to be an attempt at getting a clearer shot at Bakugou. A meaningless effort, Bakugou thought as he landed on the ground a few meters away from Todoroki.
"Hey Two-Face, didn't you notice that there wasn't an explosion when my bomb hit your ice?!" More ice started shooting out from underneath Todoroki's foot, and at the same time, his face contorted back into the pattern of shock and realization that it had just a moment ago.
The truth of the situation was exactly as Bakugou was assuming he had figured out: even though the first Die Die Discus had gone off instantly, that didn't mean it was a weapon that activated immediately upon contact with something. What Todoroki didn't know, of course, were the exact mechanics behind it: inside Bakugou's gloves was a small switch that could only be activated when a Die Die Discus left one of the pockets. Whenever Bakugou felt like it, he could put one of his hands into a position that mirrored a construction worker holding a detonation switch, and then, by pressing his thumb down on his pointer finger, each and every Die Die Discus would explode without hesitation.
It was that course of action that Bakugou put into motion, causing the previously thrown Die Die Discus to explode from behind Todoroki and propel him forward, straight into a lariat thrown with Bakugou's left. After all, just because Todoroki didn't want to use his left side didn't mean that Bakugou couldn't.
"YOU APPEAR TO BE UPSET, KAL-EL. DOES THIS RELATE TO THE DIALOGUE YOU SHARED WITH THE ONE CALLED 'SHOUTO TODOROKI'?"
"Of course it does. What's that guy's problem, anyway? We're supposed to be working together on this, right?"
"I SHALL ASSUME THAT THIS IS A RHETORICAL QUESTION."
"Yes, obviously," Midoriya said. Almost a year together, and K.E.L.E.X. still had to ask about things like that. At the very least, the telepathic interface woven into the suit made it so he didn't have to always wear his headphones in order to talk to him.
"IT WOULD NOT BE UNWISE TO ASSUME THAT HIS ATTITUDE STEMS FROM SOME MANNER OF PSYCHOLOGICAL ISSUES. I SUGGEST INFORMING HIM OF THIS AND DIRECTING HIM TO THE NEAREST THERAPIST."
"Yeah, that—there's no way that could be a good idea."
"IF YOU SAY SO."
"I do." Talking to K.E.L.E.X. like this wasn't going to make him feel better, and Midoriya was wondering why he even bothered. In all likelihood, he was just bored. Standing guard wasn't the most exciting job in the world, after all.
"I wonder how things are going, downstairs." The fight had just started, so there was probably no need to worry about anyone getting to where he was, any time soon. No harm in using X-ray vision to see if anything was going on.
Suffice to say, a great deal was going on. Todoroki engaged Bakugou and Kendou with a wave of ice before they could even see him—and just like that, he knew who did that property damage the previous day—but the two of them barely let themselves get tripped up by it. Todoroki kept sending out powerful attack after powerful attack, but Bakugou was surpassing him at every turn, especially when he started using those disc-shaped bombs of his.
"I know I need to be supporting Todoroki-kun, but Kacchan really is amazing! Wait, where did Kendou-san go?"
Despite the way things had started off, Kendou still felt good about her team's chances. On the one hand, Bakugou was behaving exactly how she was afraid to assume Bakugou always behaved, but as luck would have it, that kind of attitude was bringing out what she assumed to be the worst in Todoroki, and that seemed to severely limit his abilities. Good. A key component of any fight was finding a way to limit your opponent as much as possible; Sensei would be so proud of her, right now.
"Focus, Itsuka, focus," Kendou told herself. "Can't just wander around aimlessly while thinking about friends and family. Gotta figure out where Midoriya is.
"Bakugou and I came in the building from the south end, but Todoroki being in front of us doesn't necessarily mean that his team is stationed in the north. Wonder if there are any clues lying around?"
Kendou put a gloved finger to the floor. Not a speck of dust ended up on it, so footsteps were out of the question. She didn't exactly have a problem with going in blind, but it certainly would have been better to find something to work with.
"And something to work with, I have found." Several seconds of surveying the the area later, Kendou saw something out of place on one of the walls: a white residue on the wall that looked completely out of place with everything else in the building. There was a spot of it on the wall next to her, a spot Kendou surmised to have been made from Todoroki accidentally brushing his body against the wall. Whoever was put in charge of his costume must have messed up the paint job; lucky for her, unlucky for him.
At an initial glance, it didn't seem to be an indication of anything useful, but Kendou noticed two important details: the spot was a little longer on the left side compared to the right, and said side had a slight bend to it. That had to mean that Todoroki made the spot when he came into the hallway through a turn, and given the placement of the hallway, that could only have happened if he came down the staircase in front of her, and that would have only happened if Midoriya and the bomb were indeed on one of the upper levels.
"Can't exactly go in through the front, though," Kendou said after climbing up the stairs to a nearby window. She stopped in front of the window and tapped her foot against the wall a few times. "Seems sturdy. Hopefully it's sturdy enough."
With that being said, Kendou put her plan into action and jumped out of the window. However, rather than plummet to her untimely death, she used her Quirk to make her hands become massive in size, and with a single clap, she sent her body back to the building at a diagonal angle, allowing her to kick both feet into the building with enough force to have them lodged inside. Kendou took her right foot out before kicking it into the building at a higher point, did the same with her left foot, and kept at it until she found a suitable rhythm and was able to run up the walls. Of course, she couldn't get it out of her head that Kairi would probably make fun of her for not being able to do this without footholds, but that was neither here nor there.
What turned out to be both here and there, though, was Kendou finding the floor that Midoriya and the bomb were on. Nine floors up from the base of the building, slightly northeast from the entrance, all in all a prime location for hiding a bomb. Unfortunately for Kendou, that resulted in her being in a rather disadvantageous position, since the discovery was made while she was still on the outside of the building. Of course, even if she was inside the building, that wouldn't exactly make things any easier. The bomb was placed squarely in the center of the room, and Midoriya—the responsible person he was—was standing right in front of it.
He's probably expecting Bakugou or me to come in through the front, but it's not like me being here gives me an advantage, Kendou thought to herself. The second I break through one of the windows, he'll turn around and take me out. Gotta think of a way to divert his attention just long enough for me to get to the bomb.
It took a few seconds of idle thought, but an idea eventually came to Kendou. She started to put it to work by jamming one of her hands into the side of the building, taking care to not use so much force that the foundation around her would fall apart. It made some noise, but it sounded like there was a lot going on downstairs, so Midoriya didn't seem to notice.
Hopefully, he'd pay more attention to the sound of concrete breaking through a glass window.
"Wh-What was that?!" Midoriya shouted. Pay attention to the sound of concrete breaking through a glass window he did, indeed, do, and with it being a window all the way on the other side of Kendou's wall—thank God for her good aim—he ran to a spot that was both nowhere near her and far away from the bomb. Kendou gave herself a bit of self-congratulation before flipping up into the air and jumping through another window to get inside. The second Kendou's feet hit the ground, she took off for the bomb. She could see Midoriya glancing at her in the corner of her eye, but that wasn't a problem. Given the bomb's placement in the room relative to both herself and Midoriya, running at her top speed would be more than enough to get her there before Midoriya could respond in time.
That was how it went down in her head, so imagine her surprise when Midoriya flew back over to the bomb when she had barely gotten halfway there.
"Aw, crap," Kendou said under her breath.
"Did you—Did you climb up the side of the building to get here?" Midoriya asked. "Wow. I mean, you don't have a grappling gun like Batman and you can't stick to walls like Black Spider, so that's really impressive."
"Thanks." It was a sincere thanks, it really was. Kendou was honestly happy to hear Midoriya praise her abilities, but there were two underlyings fact that didn't cease to annoy her: the fact that he was taking the time to say all of this meant that he was confident that she couldn't do anything against him, and the fact that she was just standing and listening meant that she was afraid to challenge that claim.
"I really thought I had it covered, but I guess I should put a little more into it." With that being said, Midoriya tossed the bomb into the air with one hand and breathed in its direction, encasing it in a hammock of ice that suspended it high off the ground. It wasn't so high up that she couldn't reach it either by using her Quirk or by using parkour, but that was irrelevant when someone like Midoriya was blocking her way.
"So. How do you want to do this?" Midoriya asked.
"What do you mean? Aren't you just going to get it over with?"
"I mean, I could do that, but that wouldn't really be fair to you, right? You've been working hard, so the least I can do is give you a chance. Plus, I really do wanna see what you can do against something other than a robot."
Kendou stared at Midoriya for a few seconds before she started laughing, wondering how she ever let herself be intimidated by someone like him all the while.
"You're really bad at this whole Villain thing, you know? Talk about a total miscast," Kendou said.
"H-Hey! A lot of Villains are cordial with their opponents! The Ultra-Humanite-you know, never mind. J-Just come and face me, Hero! I-If you can!" The last two sentences were spoken in a noticeably lower octave than his normal voice.
"All right. Give me a second." Kendou closed her eyes and breathed. As nice as it was for Midoriya to act like this, it was still clear that her chances of victory were slim to none. Bakugou was still fighting Todoroki, so she had no choice but to go it alone, and with Midoriya's speed, trying to go around him would be a fool's endeavor amongst fool's endeavors.
The only way to win this is with brute strength, Kendou thought to herself. There's no way I'm strong enough to actually hurt him, but if I can set him off balance for just a few seconds, I can take advantage of that to get to the bomb.
I just need to have faith in Sensei's teachings, that's all.
Kendou released her breath, opened her eyes, and dashed forward. Midoriya had a passable guard up, but that was easily manageable. As soon as she was within arm's length of him, she spun her arms in a circle until her hands came together around his arm with a powerful clap. The force of her da, her "embrace", got him to drop his guard, but she couldn't tell if it was because of her own power or because he was simply surprised.
Either way, the next move would make or break it all. Within the same fluid motion, Kendou enlarged her hands to maximum size and shot her right fist forward, hitting Midoriya square in the chest with a powerful punch. The strength of her body and Quirk were both being enhanced by the nanofiber stitching used to make her gloves; thanks to that, Kendou had no doubts that the force of her heki, her "splitting", would be able to at least push him back.
Midoriya didn't move a single centimeter.
"Ah, great!" Kendou said with a sigh, throwing her giant hands up in the air. "You're too much, you know that?"
"I wasn't trying to—are you giving up?" Midoriya asked.
"Yeah, I give up. There's no way I can do anything, so let's just end it."
"I-If you say so." Midoriya pulled out a roll of capture tape from his pocket. Kendou held out her hands—now back to normal size—like she was about to be handcuffed and stood by as Midoriya walked over to her.
"Can't believe I climbed up the side of a building just to do nothing. Not exactly the best start to my career."
"Hey, don't feel down, Kendou-san. Your plan was great, it really was!"
"You think so?"
"Yeah! If it was anyone other than me, it would have worked for sure. This was just a bad matchup; next time, I bet you'll come out on top, for sure."
Midoriya finished wrapping capture tape around her wrists—despite Kendou's posing, he did each wrist, individually. All Might announced her capture over the intercom, but Kendou was too caught up in the moment to pay attention to it.
"You really have all the right words when you're not in front of a crowd, don't you?" Midoriya fell into a stammering fit, and Kendou used that as her chance to exit through the window.
Today was fun.
"Had enough, Two-Face?" Bakugou asked Todoroki as he gasped for air after Bakugou's lariat.
"Not-Not on your life," Todoroki said, wiping away saliva that he just coughed up.
"That's what I want to hear! Bring it!" Bakugou might have been winning from the start, but he wasn't about to let his guard down. Even a cornered rat will bite a cat, and Bakugou was ready for whatever this rat planned on doing with its teeth.
Except for what Todoroki actually ended up doing: turning around and running away.
"Are you shitting me?!" Bakugou threw a Die Die Discus at Todoroki, but he rounded a corner just quickly enough to avoid the explosion. "Get back here, shit stain!"
In spite of all of that, Todoroki did not come back, forcing Bakugou to chase after him. Todoroki would send blasts of ice Bakugou's way as he fled, but they were the smallest ones yet, and he was able to destroy them with ease.
Saying that Bakugou was disappointed would be a grave understatement. Midoriya might have been the only one he cared about beating, but Todoroki was supposed to be tough in his own right, wasn't he? He got in on recommendation, he placed near the top in Aizawa's test, and above all else, he was the son of the Number Two Hero, Endeavor. So as nice as it was to make him look like a complete and utter chump, it hardly felt satisfying.
"Just fucking die, already!" Bakugou shouted as he destroyed another blast of ice. The explosion he used for that one had a little more strength packed in it, and it ended up getting just close enough to Todoroki to knock him flat on his face.
"I'm… getting real tired of your mouth," Todoroki said as stumbled back onto his feet.
"Then why don't you try doing something about it? Don't complain about shit if you don't got the balls to do something about it!" Todoroki's glare seemed to intensify for a moment.
"I'm going to take you down, now."
"You can fucking try!" Bakugou threw his hands behind himself and set off twin explosions, propelling himself forward at incredible speed towards Todoroki. This was it. He wasn't going to give him the chance to fight back; as soon as he was close enough, Todoroki was going down in flames.
That was all that was on Bakugou's mind, but it never came to pass, for all of a sudden, a tower of ice shot up from the floor. It came too fast for Bakugou to dodge, and he could do nothing to avoid impact. The ice ran into his body and wrapped around everything from the head down before slamming into the ceiling above, Bakugou being confused all the while.
"How's that for trying?"
What? What?! Bakugou shouted in his head. How the fuck?! Why the fuck?! Goddammit, I can't move! What the hell even is this?! That was the question of the hour: how did Todoroki manage to land that kind of attack on Bakugou? Every attack up until then had been a straightforward assault, yet this one had a seemingly random element of trickery woven into it.
"You're wondering how I did it, aren't you?" Todoroki asked. The guy really knew how to push his buttons. "It's not that hard to figure out, just take a look at my feet." Bakugou hated being talked down to, but at the same time, he needed to know how this happened, so he looked down at Todoroki's feet. There was a trail of ice going from his right foot across the floor that fed into a small hole. He couldn't have made the hole himself, though; there wouldn't have been any time for it.
"Wait a minute. This hallway, it's—"
"The same one we were in when you used that explosive for the first time, and this hole was created from it. It was a simple matter of sending my ice down through the hole and making it come up from below you. Of course, the plan would have failed if you were paying even a little attention to your surroundings," a pillar of ice shot up from underneath Todoroki and brought him eye level with Bakugou, "so I guess it's a good thing that you're so unbelievably short sighted."
"Itsuka Kendou has been eliminated!" came All Might's voice from over the intercom.
"And just like that, you're all alone," Todoroki said.
Fucking hell, Karate Kid! Bakugou thought to himself. He struggled to break himself free, but the ice was too strong for his arms and the cold was making it too hard for him to focus on setting up an explosion.
"Stop struggling; it's over; you lost; accept it. At this point, I could just run out the clock, but that's not good enough. Or maybe it's not humiliating enough? Either way, I'm not letting you walk out of here with even a shred of dignity in tact." Todoroki reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of capture tape. "So tell me, Bakugou, which would you prefer: having this tied around your mouth like a muzzle or tied around your neck like a noose?"
Bakugou spat on Todoroki's face. Todoroki responded in kind by punching and breaking his nose.
"What did I just say? Give it up, already."
Katsuki Bakugou was in the toughest fight of his young life. A fight that—though he would never admit it—he was afraid he was going to lose. That was the present situation, but all of a sudden, he found himself being taken out of time and away from that situation.
All of a sudden, he was a five-year old kid again. First grade had been in session for a few weeks, All Might had taken Shazam's spot as the Number Five Hero, and Bakugou was finally ready to challenge Midoriya to a rematch.
Ever since losing to Midoriya back in the fall, Bakugou had wanted nothing more than to settle the score with him. However, as much as it annoyed him, he couldn't do anything about how his body was in no shape to do any sort of fighting; his spirit was willing, but his flesh was spongy and bruised. Therefore, he put his rematch on the backburner and focused all of his efforts on getting through rehab, not even bothering to talk with him. It payed off in the end, for Bakugou was able to complete his rehab several months earlier than projected, and for no worse for wear, either. Bakugou was ready to come back into the world, and he was going to do it with a bang fueled by Midoriya's battered body.
"I'm not gonna fight you, Kacchan," was what Midoriya said when Bakugou challenged him to a fight the exact second he laid eyes on him.
"Ex-fucking-scuse me?" Bakugou asked.
"I-I don't want to fight you, Kacchan, that's it." Midoriya wasn't even looking him in the eye while he talked.
"Man, the balls Deku has to stand up to Kacchan like that," one extra said.
"Kacchan's are bigger for actually wanting to fight him," another extra said.
"Doesn't he know that no one's tougher than Deku? Why would he want to fight him again?" a third extra asked.
"It's like the guy wants to go back to the hospital," a fourth extra said with a laugh. A laugh that was joined by others.
"All of you shut your asses up, already!" Everyone stammered into a silence before Bakugou went over to Midoriya and grabbed him by his collar. "And you! What the hell are you playing at with this 'going out on top' bullshit?! If you really wanna be a Hero, then you can't think for a second that it's okay to run from a fight!" There was a faint whisper in his ear. "Speak up!"
"...don't want to…"
"I said speak up!"
"I don't want to be a Hero anymore, so just leave me alone!" Midoriya cried, tears actually swelling up in his eyes. Bakugou, not knowing what to do with himself, punched Midoriya in the face. Midoriya didn't move at all, and all it did was make Bakugou's hand hurt.
The teacher came in, and everyone had to go back to their seats. The teacher went on about something, but it all went in one of Bakugou's ears and out the other.
Where the hell do you get off, Deku? Bakugou thought to himself. You're just gonna throw in towel like that? Fuck you. You're gonna give me my rematch, even if I have to force it out of you! Now there was an idea.
"Kacchan, this isn't fun anymore!"
"It's not supposed to be fun!" Bakugou shouted at the people behind him. Everyone was panting like their life depended on it, but Bakugou just felt live; comparatively, anyway. At the very least, he was the only one in the group who didn't fall over themselves at the end of their two kilometer-long run. "Man, you guys suck."
"You're just taking it too far!" Bakugou chose to ignore that and remember why he was out there in the first place: to get ready for his rematch with Midoriya. Sure, he might have said something ridiculous about not wanting to be a Hero anymore a year prior, but Bakugou could tell that he was just making bad excuses for whatever reason. One day, Midoriya would wise up, stop being a coward, and get back in the Hero game, even if Bakugou had to force it out of him. Naturally, Bakugou needed to be ready for the day that happened, so he needed to train his body as much as possible. That would have always been the case, but with his injuries, it was even truer than it was before.
"All right, everyone catch their breath, and then we're doing push-ups, one hundred each."
"Screw you! I'm going home!" one of the kids shouted, the rest of them soon joining in.
"You're all a bunch of babies. Am I the only one here who wants to be a Hero?"
"No, but you're the only one who wants to kill themselves trying to do it!" another kid said.
"Seriously, Kacchan, all this crap is just gonna put you in the hospital again. Do you want Deku to kick your ass again that badly?" Tsubasa asked.
"What'd you just say, tubby?!" Bakugou shouted, making Tsubasa and the rest of them step back and recoil. "This is all so I can take that nerd down a peg! Where do you get off saying I'd lose twice?!"
Bakugou flung his hand at Tsubasa with an explosion already ignited. It never reached Tsubasa, though. Out of nowhere, pain shot up all throughout Bakugou's body. His arm got nowhere near Tsubasa's face, and before the explosion died out, he coughed up a storm and fell to the ground.
Not the best day he could have had.
According to Dr. Tsubasa, Bakugou had overextended himself with all of the extra training he had been doing. It wasn't anything serious, but according to him, he needed to keep better watch of how he handled his body, especially since he had just gotten done with rehab.
Bakugou's mother, Mitsuki Bakugou, drove him home from the doctor's office that day. The radio was broadcasting a report about strange flares of solar radiation and odd readings of temporal activity. It wasn't the kind of stuff he was interested in, but he still listened to every word of it. If he didn't, then the only other thing to listen to was his mother's whining.
"Seriously, what were you thinking, Katsuki?! Don't you know you could have gotten hurt?!" Mitsuki cried. There was no anger, no fight, it was like a completely different person was talking to him.
"Newsflash, hag: I didn't!" Bakugou shouted.
"This time, fine, but what about next time? Or the time after that? Or the time after that? Or all the times after that—"
"I'm not just gonna let myself die from running around the park; I'm not a moron!" The car came to a red light. In the time before it turned green and she kept going, Mitsuki put her head against the wheel and sighed.
"This isn't-This isn't just about you, you know. Don't you get how scared we all were for you? Me, Daddy, Inko, Deku, we all thought you might… why can't you think about how the rest of us feel about this?"
"It's not about you! It's about…" Getting even with Midoriya. Reminding everyone who was in charge. Not feeling like a loser. "It's not about any of you!" That also worked. "I'm just… I'm just trying to be a Hero over here—"
"Well then maybe you should just stop, already!" All of a sudden, the radio fizzled out, leaving them in silence.
"What?"
"I mean, look at what's happened to you already, Katsuki, and you're still just a kid. If you try and become a Hero then-then you'll just keep getting hurt, right? I can't-I don't think I can take that, so… you don't have to be a Hero, you know."
The car came to a stop in their driveway. Bakugou, not wanting to even look at Mitsuki anymore, didn't wait for her to open the door for him; he just hit it with his Quirk hard enough to detach it from the rest of the car and ran inside the house.
Mitsuki was shouting something, but he didn't listen, didn't want to listen. If the kids at school didn't believe in him, fine. If Recovery Girl didn't believe in him, fine. If Midoriya didn't believe in him, fine. He could handle all of that.
But he couldn't handle his own mother not believing in him.
"Fuck! You!" Bakugou shouted as Todoroki inched closer to him with the capture tape. A mere second ago, defeat had seemed like the only option, but all of a sudden, a burning energy was swelling inside of him. The metaphorical aspect is plain as day, but it was also quite literal, as Bakugou mustered up all the power he could manage and change to completely destroy the pillar of ice he was entrapped in, the resulting explosion also destroying Todoroki's own pillar and sending them both to the ground with heavy thuds far away from each other.
"What-What the hell was that?" Todoroki asked as he got up. "You shouldn't have been able to destroy the ice from that position. Where did all that extra power come from?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Bakugou asked as he got up. In all honesty, he'd like to know, too. "Goddammit, Two-Face. I'm freezing my ass off, my arms are killing me after that last attack, and you made me remember some really annoying shit. You're in for it now, Two-Face. You are in. For. It. Now!"
Bakugou ran at Todoroki, putting every muscle fiber in his legs to work. Todoroki fired off another more ice, but this time, it was two bursts in quick succession that sealed off the connecting hallways. Todoroki was trapping Bakugou, giving him no means of avoiding the attack.
"That's what you think!" Bakugou shouted, jumping in the air in the middle of his sprint.
"You're planning to propel yourself forward with an explosion, aren't you? Yeah, it'll take a second for my ice to be able to get that high, but given the way you've used your explosions so far, I know there's no way you can beat that speed!"
Heh! Guess Two-Face didn't get in on recommendation for nothing, Bakugou thought to himself. Yeah, even if I propel myself with an explosion, I won't be able to get over to him before he blocks me off with his ice. Just like that, ice began to form in front of Todoroki. 'Course, that's only the case if I use a normal explosion!
Bakugou knew this would happen. He knew that Todoroki would try to block him off with ice if he tried to go in the air under the assumption that he could never move faster than his ice. What Todoroki didn't think about, though, was another way for Bakugou to use his Die Die Discuses: to boost his power.
Before Bakugou started charging at Todoroki, he pulled out two Die Die Discuses and kept them in his hands. Then, the exact moment when ice started to form in front of him, Bakugou used his Quirk to set off a powerful explosion from his hands. Like Todoroki said, a normal explosion wouldn't give him enough speed to move past the ice, but by igniting the Die Die Discuses, Bakugou was able to greatly magnify the power of his explosion, and that let him land right on Todoroki's left side well before the ice could finish forming.
"Wha—"
"Die!" Bakugou swung his arm at Todoroki's left. It was over. He could only fire off ice from his right side, and he didn't have any time to turn towards Bakugou and attack. This next attack would put him down under once and for all.
Then he saw it: some sort of light or sparks or something emanating from Todoroki's left arm. Whatever it was, it was clearly a power that wasn't ice. Was Todoroki a Metahuman? A magic user? Did he get his scar and powers from someone throwing a beaker of toxic waste in his face? Bakugou didn't know, and he didn't care. Whatever trump card Todoroki was throwing at him, he was going to beat down with a full house of his own.
Then he saw it: as quickly as the sparks of something had appeared, they vanished out of sight. Whatever he was going to do, he suddenly gave up on; he could have had a winning hand, but he folded when the guy across the table only had something average. Bakugou didn't know what to make of it, even when he connected to Todoroki with an explosion that destroyed the left half of his costume and blew him into the wall.
"What was that?" Bakugou asked. He walked over to the fidgeting Todoroki and grabbed him by what was left of his collar. "What the hell was that, Two-Face?! You had something other than ice up your sleeve, and you didn't even use it! What, did you lose a coin toss on whether or not you should half-ass this fight?!"
Todoroki glared at Bakugou for a second, but then it faltered into a look of defeat.
"What do you care? You won, so it doesn't even matter. For both our sakes, just let it go," Todoroki said.
Just when Bakugou thought that Todoroki couldn't annoy him any more, he kept outdoing himself. He pulled out a roll of capture tape from his pocket, tied it around Todoroki's right eye, then slammed his head back against the wall.
"Er, well, S-Shouto Todoroki has been eliminated!" came All Might's voice over the intercom.
Just like that, the only people who mattered were left.
This chapter was originally going to have the end of the fight and its aftermath, but since it ended up taking so long, I decided to split it in two. Hopefully this means that I'll be able to get the rest out sooner.
Chapter 16: Heroes Out of Crisis
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So this is unexpected for all of us, I'm sure. I wanted the next update to be the rightfully deserved next chapter, I really did. But then Heroes in Crisis #8 came out and goddammit. God-fucking-dammit! What the hell, Tom King? What the actual hell?! All the months upon months of nonsense with Batman was one thing, but this? Seriously?! I don't know how much of a choice you had in this specific thing, but you could have tried to make it better than this!
Okay, okay, I'm done ranting now. Long story short, the way that the Flash Family has been treated recently has reached peak stupidity, so I've written this to try and cleanse my palate of it all. Enjoy.
"Little higher, Wally. Really gotta make sure it bears down on people."
"I know; I am all for bearing down on people."
"Okay, a little to the right."
"Like this?"
"No, the other right?"
"This?"
"The other, other right."
"There is literally only one right, Barry."
"And you're doing it wrong, somehow."
"You do it, then. Better yet, have a Sidekick do it."
"That's why you're doing it. Until the second that sign is perfect, it's under your juridstriction, so unless you don't want to do this…"
What was Barry even saying? Of course he wanted to do this. This had been his dream ever since he was running around in yellow tights; ever since his parents shipped him off to Central City because they couldn't be bothered to deal with him anymore; ever since he was a little kid and first saw that red blur race past his house in a fight against Cobalt Blue.
This was what he wanted more than anything, so he kept doing what Barry told him to do, and before long, it was perfect. He ran down the side of the building to stand next to his uncle so both of them could look at the sign with pride.
"Flash & Flash Hero Agency".
Heroes like All Might or Endeavor or Green Arrow? They liked to spend their whole day working until they couldn't work anymore. Wally West, on the other hand, spent his time on more important things; like setting up the new pool table for the office. That wasn't to say he was bad at his job, of course. He was just relaxed because he believed that the city wouldn't explode if he wasn't constantly out on the streets.
Plus, it was a quality pool table. Pre-owned by the third Batwoman. Had a certificate of authenticity and everything. It was going to look super snazzy.
"Wow, this thing's looking snazzy, Wally. Super snazzy, even," Barry said.
"Told you it would," Wally said.
"Now where do we hang the pool cues?"
"I think the south wall would be best. Lots of shade over there, so they'll always stay nice and cool."
"What? You know I hang my key to the city on the south wall."
"They've given us each a dozen of those things. Plus, they're only ceremonial. What good's a giant key if I can't use it to go to Big Belly Burger after hours, anyway?"
"It's a symbol of respect."
"Respect doesn't fill an empty stomach." Wally said all of this, but he was really just half-joking because of how fun it was to mess with Barry. Plus, he needed something to do to help pass the time until their guests arrived.
Speak of the devil, there was a knock on the door. Wally and Barry had a silent agreement to table their discussion of pool cue placement and opened the door to let their guests in, guests they recognized all too well.
"Sorry we're late, guys," said a young, dark-skinned boy who stood at about a head shorter than Wally and Barry.
"Wallace, we're Speedsters, it's mathematically impossible for us to be on time for anything," Wally said as he high fived his younger cousin.
"Oh my God, Wall, they've got a pool table! That's so cool! I wanna play! How do you play pool?!" shouted a barefoot redheaded girl who bounced into the room and jumped around the pool table with an abundance of energy oozing out of her.
"Doris. I see you're still… you," Barry said.
"Only person I can be, Mr. Allen!"
"And what a great person, am I right?" Wallace asked.
"Aww, baby~!" Doris blew Wallace a kiss that he pretended to catch in an overly dramatic manner. It was gross. Wally hoped that he and Linda weren't that bad when they first started dating, but he knew that they probably were.
"Okay, let's get out there. Should we hit up Infantino Street? I know Blacksmith's gang likes to cause trouble there—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cool your jets, kid! We can't just take you out on the street to fight crime," Wally said.
"Yes, you can? I'm interning with you guys, remember?"
"Me, too! Right? Yeah, me, too!" Doris said, raising a hand in the air.
"Doesn't work like that, Wallace," Wally said. "The Flash & Flash Hero Agency is a legitimate business, and we can't just hire people right off the bat. There's a process we all have to go through. Isn't that right, Flash?"
"That's exactly right, Flash," Barry said.
"Are you guys serious?" Wallace asked.
"As a cardiac arrest."
"What's that? Is it something funny?" Doris asked. Wallace sighed and patted his girlfriend on the head; she seemed to enjoy it, for what it was worth.
With the matter settled, Wally and Barry zipped over to their desks at the end of the room, and Wallace and Doris sat down in front of them to begin their interviews.
"Names?" Barry asked.
"You know who we are!" Wallace said.
"'Doesn't respect authority'," Wally said, writing on a clipboard that seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Don't write that—"
"My name is Doris Greystoke Zuel, age seventeen in human years, and a human is what I am!" Doris said with a cheer.
"That's more like it." With a groan, Wallace gave his full name, a name that Wally was already well aware of. "How long have you two had your provisional licenses for?"
"We just passed the exam a couple weeks ago."
"Nice," Barry said. "Still, I can't help but wonder if maybe you're still a little too green to go out into the streets with the Pros."
"Come on. You know I got what it takes."
"'Acts overconfident and full of himself'," Wally said, writing on his clipboard once more.
"Are you kidding—"
"I will do my best to show you that I am super duper okay for the job, sirs!" Doris said with a salute.
"Nice attitude," Wally said. He gave Wallace a mocking glance, which made Wallace roll his eyes, which made Wally write on his clipboard again.
"What skills can you two bring to the table?" Barry asked.
"I'm literally one of the fastest people in the world," Wallace said.
"I've got big boobs!" Doris said, prompting a confused look from Wallace.
"Very nice," Wally said. "What Wallace said, I mean, not what Doris said. I'm a thirty-year old man, so I'm pretty sure it's illegal for me to comment on that."
"Oh, it's definitely illegal," Barry said.
"Human laws confuse me, even though I'm totally a normal human girl," Doris said.
"Are we almost done with this?" Wallace asked.
"Patience… um, I wanna say, Billy?" Wally asked. "Now, looking over your files, you two are quite impressive on paper. Above average grades at Libby Lawrence High, high placement in your school's Athletic Bowl, learned how to make pizza in home ec.—I really enjoy knowing that one, by the way. You two certainly seem like you can get the job done. On paper, anyway."
"What does that mean?"
"We here at Flash & Flash have a certain image to uphold, and I'm not completely sure that you two are all that good for our reputation," Barry said. "I mean, let's face it, a black Sidekick? That's just asking to draw in all sorts of bad press."
"Oh my God!"
"And Doris, I understand that you used to be a gorilla before you were turned into a human by Gorilla Grodd, yes? We're primarily a human agency, so I can't help but feel like you wouldn't fit in here."
"I totally would, though!" Doris said. "Look at me; I am one-hundred percent a super normal human girl who does normal human girl things!"
"Prove it. Eat this banana with your hands," Wally said as he threw a banana at her.
"Um, y-yes! That is something that I, a normal human, can and want to do." Slowly, Doris peeled open the banana. Slower still, she brought the banana to her mouth. Even slower still, she closed her mouth around it and took a bite.
She chewed it three times before spitting it out on the floor, wiping her hand against her tongue, and grabbing the banana with her left foot.
"I can't believe this," Wallace said, hand to his face.
"I'm sorry! They just don't taste good without feet!" Doris said with a mouthful of banana.
"Okay, okay, I think that's enough," Wally said, barely containing his laughter. "We're done. You guys are in, just like we said you'd be."
"Yay!" When Doris cheered, pieces of banana flew out of her mouth and hit Barry in the face. Barry just stared at her with a blank expression. It was pretty funny to look at.
"You know, it's probably because of this kind of crap that there hasn't been a Speedster in the Top Ten since Mr. Garrick retired," Wallace said.
"We can still just not hire you, you know," Wally said. Wallace rolled his eyes; it was very adorable to look at. "All right, you two go get changed and we'll head out there. Wallace, Barry might be a lot faster than you, but he's going to try and slow down a little—"
"Actually, Wally, I think it'd be better if you were in charge of Wallace's internship," Barry interjected.
"W-What? You sure?"
"Yeah, why not? You're not a Sidekick anymore, and it'd probably be easier if your first partner was someone with similar abilities. Hell, don't you guys even have the same Quirk?"
"True, true, but…"
"Hey, don't tell me that Central City's Second Scarlet Speedster is afraid to face the same challenge I faced."
"O-Of course not!" He was, but the last thing Wally wanted was for Barry to be right about something. "All right Wallace, you're with me. Doris, you're with Barry."
"Yay!" Doris cheered.
"I forgot about that part," Barry said under his breath.
"Oh, wait, I'm not a Speedster, so how am I going to keep up with you guys? Unless… I do this!" Doris, much to everyone's surprise except her own, ran behind Barry and jumped onto his back so he was carrying her, piggyback style.
It was really funny to look at.
"This is humiliating," Barry said.
"I'm enjoying it," Wallace said.
"Same here," Wally said. The two of them took out their phones and quickly took pictures of the sight before them, for it was always good to have things that could embarrass Barry, on hand.
"Let's go!" Doris shouted with an oblivious smile.
Ten minutes later, the four of them were out on the streets of the peaceful city that was Central City. Barry had on his trademark Flash costume, while Wally was wearing one that was similar to his old Kid Flash costume, but had no yellow and was red with white accents; he thought about adding in a cowl, but that was nipped in the bud when he realized what a travesty it would be to deny people a look at his glorious ginger locks. Wallace—the new, but not improved, Kid Flash—was wearing a costume similar to the one Wally used to wear, only he had the same lightning bolt inside of a white circle on his chest as Barry, different sections of his costume were accentuated with black outlines, and his hair was far too short to effortlessly flow in the wind. Doris—Hero Name Giganta—had her hair done up in a ponytail and was wearing a short pink dress that did a good enough job of covering what needed to be covered up. All in all, they were a good-looking group.
Especially Wally.
"Okay! Where do we start, Barry?" Wally asked as he shot finger guns at people who they walked past.
"Wally, you're in charge today, remember?" Barry asked as he casually waved to people they walked past.
"Oh, right. In that case… let's patrol the city."
"We're already doing that," Wallace said as he high fived people they walked past.
"Then let's extra do it!" Doris said as she enthusiastically waved at people they walked past.
"It doesn't work like that, sweetie."
"Well, how does it work?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out. Wally?"
"Um, yes," Wally said for no reason. "Yes, the thing about that is—"that" being the thing we should be doing—what we should be doing is—"
"Hold on, Wally," Barry said with a hand on his right earpiece. "I'm getting a reading on the Dimwit Wave. We've got Black Hole goons tearing up lower Brookfield Heights."
"Oh, thank God."
"Crap, I forgot to turn mine on," Wallace said before giving his own right earpiece a hard smack.
"You can't forget that kind of stuff, man!" Wally said.
"Didn't you forget it, too?" Doris asked.
"That is… exactly the point, but it's still beside the point. Anyway, let's go!"
As soon as the words left Wally's mouth, Doris jumped on Barry's back.
"We really should have thought about this more," Barry said before taking off at super speed.
"We should be going too, right?" Wallace asked.
"Um, yes! Exactly!" Wally said. "Don't worry, citizens of Central City, your own personal Number One Hero and his young Sidekick are on the case, and we'll have this done in a you-know-what!"
People were cheering as Wally and Wallace sped off after Barry. It felt good, but not as good as usual.
When the three Flashes and Giganta arrived at Brookfield Heights, Central City's trendiest area was in disarray. Three of the five Starman-bucks on Infantino Street were torn inside out, coffee beans and danishes spilling out over onto the sidewalks; posters for President Beth Ross' re-election campaign were torn apart at the hashtags; fashionable people had multiple injuries inflicted onto them, though that apparently didn't stop them from taking selfies of themselves.
All in all, a typical Tuesday.
"Okay, okay… Kid Flash! Giganta!" Wally called out after too long. "You two help get the injured to the paramedics. Barry and I are gonna look for Black Hole; we'll radio you two once we get a hold of them."
"On it," Wallace said, speeding over to some fallen citizens.
"Okey dokey!" Doris said, tripling her size to clear rubble off of some random people.
"Well look who's improving. And pretty quickly, too," Barry said with a smile.
"Shut up; let's just get these guys," Wally said. Barry nodded his head, and with that, the two were off at super speed. Thanks to that, it only took a matter of milliseconds for them to run into the armored soldiers of Black Hole, Central City's premiere terrorist organization.
"Aw, crap! It's the Flashes!"
"Aw, they sound so happy to see us!" Wally said.
"Well, let's keep the good times rolling!" Barry said. As if on some sort of cure, Wally and Barry started rotating their arms at such high velocity that giant red twisters shot out of them and blew a number of Black Hole soldiers away into lamp posts and crumbling walls. The ones who didn't get blown away were firing their guns at them, but to Wally—and surely Barry, as well—the bullets might as well have been standing still, what with how easily the two of them dodged all on them.
"Speedsters like us have been a thing since the Golden Age, so why do bad guys still think that they can shoot us with regular guns?" Wally asked as he punched a Black Hole soldier in the face.
"In their defense, what are they supposed to do, not try to stop us?" Barry asked as he punched another Black Hole soldier in the face.
"I would very much prefer that. Why's everything gotta come down to who can punch who in the face the hardest? I would love it if I could hash things out with someone over some Lit Beer and a game of darts at the Keystone Saloon."
"Why not go to a bar here?"
"The bars here suck, obviously."
"No they don't. What about the one on the corner of Gustin and Cavanagh? That place is great, don't try and deny it."
"It was great, but then it went downhill about two years after it opened and it's just not that fun to be in, anymore. I'm pretty sure that place is only still open because the owner's friends with some rich Canadians."
"Well I still think it's great."
"You grew up here; you have to say that. Black Hole guys, am I wrong here?" All of the Black Hole soldiers were down for the count. "Oh. Neat."
"Right? These fights usually go on a lot longer and oh my God, move!"
"What?" A beam of energy of some sort shot out at Wally. It took two seconds for him to notice and react to it, and that was at least twenty times too slow for someone of Wally's abilities to be reacting to things. He still dodged the attack, but it was an incredibly sloppy dodge, and he ended up tripping over his own two feet.
Of course, since the street was now covered in ice, it's possible that it wouldn't have mattered.
"Nice of you to join us, Flash Squared." Standing on a nearby rooftop was an all-too familiar face with an all-too familiar shaved head wearing an all-too familiar blue open-front hooded sweatshirt and holding an all-too familiar high-tech gun.
The goggles, however, Wally noticed were new. Very Devo.
"Captain Cold," Barry stated.
"Don't sound too surprised now. It ruins things for me, you know," Captain Cold said in a dramatic drawl.
"You're working with Black Hole, Snart? Since when do you guys have the same M.O.?" Wally asked as he struggled to get up. Captain Cold must have modified the Cold Gun; only way to explain why the ice was slippier than usual.
"Don't you know me better than that? My M.O. is anything that nets me oodles of cash, and Black Hole's the best at doing that, right now. Speaking of which, fellas! If you don't mind!"
On Captain Cold's cue, three Black Hole soldiers jumped out from seemingly nowhere, a technique that was really only a good thing when Heroes were doing it. One was a man with the eye stalks of a snail, one was a man with an incredibly muscular physique, one was a woman with an incredibly bulbous head, and they all had high-tech guns trained on Wally.
That was the absolute worst place they could have them trained.
"Run, Wally, run!" Barry shouted. Wally did just that, barely avoiding the three blasts of energy. Barry charged after Captain Cold, but before he could get to him, the man with the eye stalks of a snail hit Barry with a blast from his gun. Barry was bathed in a gray light until the lightning around him vanished and he fell to the ground at a completely normal speed.
"Barry!" Wally shouted. He raced over to Barry, but the woman with the incredibly bulbous head blasted him with a beam of green energy that caused him to be suspended in midair, his body surrounded by a green aura.
"Sage Force energy," Barry said as he got off the ground.
"Exactamundo," Captain Cold said. "And you, Barry? You've been hit with Still Force; you're not gonna be running around for quite a while. Force energies are Black Hole's favorite toys, and it's only lieutenants like these guys who get to use them in battle. Me? I prefer to do things the old fashioned way." Captain Cold pointed his Cold Gun directly at Barry. "Or is this new fashioned? Hard to tell, it's all rather… anachronistic."
"I'll show you anachronistic!" Wally said. It was far from his best retort, but he had better things to focus on, like vibrating his molecules with enough intensity to destroy the Sage Force barrier surrounding his body. He did that, and once that was done, it was a simple matter of knocking all the lieutenants away with super speed punches and throwing the helmet of a downed soldier in-between Barry and Captain Cold to intercept a blast from his Cold Gun.
It was all very nice on Wally's part.
"Looks like someone's big boy pants do fit him. Let's see just how well," Captain Cold said. His body became bathed in a golden light that quickly shrank down and converged on his chest. The light around his chest shot out and morphed into the head of a snarling lion that easily collided with Wally and knocked him into a building.
Leonard Snart! Villain Name: Captain Cold! Quirk: Lionheart! Snart can gather up energy in his body to fire ethereal lion heads from his chest! The size and strength of them change depending on how long he's gone without eating meat; the rarer the better!
"I got a rare mignon waiting for me at home, so how about we end this soon?" Captain Cold asked as Wally fished himself out of rubble. Barry, despite still not having access to his speed, grabbed Captain Cold from behind and brought him into a headlock. Physical strength was never a Speedster's forte, however, so Captain Cold was able to easily break out and knock Barry aside with the butt of his Cold Gun. Wally moved to help, but the man with the incredibly muscular physique blasted him with a beam of brown energy that forced him flat to the ground.
Strength Force was the absolute worst.
"On the count of three, let's put 'em down! One!" Captain Cold pointed his Cold Gun at Barry while the other two Black Hole lieutenants pointed their guns at Wally. Of all the times for Wally to not have his head in the game, it had to be during a fight and not during game night with Linda and the Quicks. "Two!" What he wouldn't give to trade all this for a game of Justice Society Monopoly.
"Giganta!" That was not the number that came after three; it wasn't even a number. It was, however, a giant-sized Doris running onto the scene, kicking the Black Hole lieutenant with the Strength Force gun away like a soccer ball and sending him completely out of view. He was probably all right.
"Well, well, well, looks like I'm having chunky monkey for dessert," Captain Cold said, quickly firing his Cold Gun at Doris. Doris shrunk back down to normal height and avoided the blast, thought the top of her head still managed to catch some ice.
"Ah, that's super cold! And I'm not a monkey, I'm a gorilla, but I'm not that, either!"
"No need to explain yourself to the bad guys, girl, especially when they dress as bad as him," was what Wallace said when he zipped in and punched Captain Cold in the face right before doing the same to the remaining Black Hole lieutenants and running to Wally's side.
"I think I liked the other Kid Flash better," Captain Cold said before firing his Cold Gun at Wallace. Wallace responded to that by kicking the ground in front of him and making a wall of asphalt rise up and block the beam.
"What the hell are you doing, man?! You're supposed to be better than this, so get your head out of your ass!" Wallace shouted at Wally. Off in the background, Barry was dodging blasts of Captain Cold's Quirk by the skin of his teeth and Doris was doing her best to fend off blasts of Still and Sage Force energy.
None of that was good, and Wally couldn't just stand by and watch it.
"Getting lectured by my own intern on both of our first days. I really do suck at this," Wally said, punctuating the sentence with a bit of laughter. Over in the background, Barry had been knocked aside again and Captain Cold fired both his Quirk and his Cold Gun at Wally and Wallace.
"Think it's about time I stop sucking at it!" Wally punched the air in front of him, causing a large wall of wind to form in front of him and Wallace that blocked the entirety of the dual attack.
Wally West II and Wally West III! Hero Names: Flash III and Kid Flash II! Quirks: The Wall! When these cousins punch or kick something, a wall made of the same material appears in front of them! It even works on things that aren't solid, like air! Making too many in a row makes them weak, but one should be more than enough!
"All right!" Doris cheered before punching the woman with the incredibly bulbous head while standing at twenty feet, burying her in the ground up to her neck.
"Kid Flash, battery maneuver, go!" Wally shouted.
"Aye aye, captain," Wallace said. The two of them started running in circles around Barry and Captain Cold, though neither one was anywhere near them.
"No attacks? Looks like Wally hit his head harder than I thought. As for the kid, well, I guess he's just stupid," Captain Cold said as he pointed his Cold Gun at Barry.
"You're the stupid one here, Cold. You know why?" Barry asked.
"Enlighten me."
"You forgot to check your calendar for today's Flash Fact: if you ever need a charge, Central City has a trio of Heroes who can make lightning anytime they want."
Captain Cold's face fell, and while it did, Wally and Wallace ended their circling to focus the momentum they built up to fire two shots of lightning at Barry. The remaining Black Hole lieutenant attempted to intercept them with a blast of Still Force, but Doris—body the size of a giant—picked him up and tossed him fifty feet away. She was a good girl, and thanks to that, Barry was charged with enough lightning to dispel the Still Force energy from his body minutes before it would naturally run out.
"Well, like I said, I got a nice mignon waiting for me at home, so—" Captain Cold didn't get to finish his sentence as Barry delivered a supersonic uppercut to his jaw. He was unconscious before he even hit the ground.
"Guess Snart forgot how frigid we Heroes can be," Barry said. Behind him, Doris—back to normal size—ran over to Wallace to celebrate the victory with a big kiss, It was sickening to watch.
"Ha! 'Frigid!' Good one, Barry!" Wally said.
"What is?"
"Ah, never mind." With the way Wally had been screwing up, he didn't have it in him to bust Barry's chops about his middling sense of humor.
After the fight had ended, the police arrested Captain Cold and the Black Hole soldiers who were terrorizing Brookfield Heights. All the money they had stolen from banks and local businesses were returned once they found it stashed in the back of an avocado toast point restaurant; the things people ate. Moving on, the Force energy guns were confiscated and taken to S.T.A.R. Labs so Harrison Wells could have a look at them. He mentioned something about wanting to track the surges of Strength and Sage Force he detected in Japan a year ago, but Wally wasn't listening. He had too much on his plate.
"There is way too much food on your plate and not in your stomach," Barry said as he polished off a Mighty Mac. After leaving S.T.A.R. Labs, the four of them decided to celebrate a job well done by going to Big Belly Burger, mostly because Doris wouldn't stop shouting about how happy she was. Doris got a Mini Mighty Meal because it came with a free All Might toy, and Wally, Barry and Wallace got their usual orders of two of everything on the menu.
"Maybe I'm just filling my plate faster than you can track it," Wally said.
"You're not, though. You're not doing that, right?"
"No, I'm not."
"So what's going on with you, man?" Wallace asked as he bit into his Arkansas Smash Apple Pie. "You looked like a rank amateur out there; you looked like me! What gives?"
"I'm not a Sidekick anymore, that's what gives," Wally said.
"You said you wanted to be equal partners, though" Barry said while drinking from his Carolina Smash Coffee.
"I did, I do! Being able to stand on equal footing with you, Barry? That's been my dream for years! But when you told me to be the one to work with Wallace, that's when the pressure of it all started to sink in and when I really started thinking, 'Oh shit, I'm in charge of something.' I couldn't get it out of my head, and you kept getting hurt because of it."
"Oh, don't play that card. You think I was Mr. Perfect when I went solo? In my first year, I got tripped up on banana peels, I accidentally vibrated myself into a tree and stayed there for an hour, I willingly gave up the element of surprise multiple times just to monologue at people, and don't get me started on how many times I just let someone get away from me after they were out of sight for, like, two seconds."
"That's different. You didn't start becoming a Hero until you were in your twenties; you didn't have as much training or experience as most people do."
"Yeah, and one of those people is you. You know way more about being a Hero than I did at your age, so you shouldn't worry about screwing up so much. It's like I always tell you, Wally: every second is a gift, so don't waste them on things that don't matter."
When was the last time Wally heard that line, anyway? Graduation day? His wedding? Either way, it had the same calming effect on him that it always did and it never stopped being exactly what he needed to hear. Today was no different, in that regard.
"Seriously, Wally. This isn't gonna work if both Wallys don't know what their doing, so just relax and keep acting like the cocky goofball we all know and tolerate," Wallace said.
"Don't overthink your actions. After all, he who thinks great thoughts often makes great errors," Doris said. It was surprisingly well-crafted and elegant for her. "Cool! My All Might has kung fu action grip!" That made more sense.
"You guys are right. I was getting too caught up in forcing myself to be my own man and be everyone's hope when really-when really, I should have just let that all come naturally."
"Exactly!" Barry said. "You might have new responsibilities now, but that doesn't mean anyone's expecting you to be perfect—wait, what was that last thing you said?"
"Oh, you know, who can remember anything, anymore?"
"Did you say you were everyone's hope?" After thirteen seconds, Wally responded with, "Maybe?"
"Where did you get that from?" Wallace asked.
"You know, like, in a dream or something," Wally said with an awkward smile on his face.
"Dude, literally no one has ever called you that before. Why would they, anyway? That's dumb."
"I thought it sounded nice for, like, a second."
"Did you get hit in the head too hard? Did you take a little too much speed weed today?" Barry asked.
"No, and no! You know I only do that on Tuesdays."
"What the hell is speed weed?" Wallace asked.
"You don't know?" Barry asked. "Oh, it's simple. You just make a joint," Barry zipped out of Big Belly Burger for half a second and returned with a nearly complete joint in hand, "and when you're sealing it up, you do it with a little bit of Speed Force energy." Barry sealed the joint with a tiny bolt of lightning from his fingertip and it glowed yellow for a brief moment. "That makes it supercharged and lets you get an amazing high. I always use it when I need to just force myself to eat tons of food at once."
"That is something else," Wallace said with a laugh as Barry handed him the speed weed.
"Be careful with that. Just because marijuana's legal in all fifty-seven states doesn't mean that you can do it whenever you want. Don't smoke it in school, and definitely don't be high while on the job."
"Aye aye, captain."
"First I get to fight Captain Cold, then I get to watch the Flash roll a joint? This is the best day of my human life!" Doris shouted.
"You know what'd make it even better? If you gave me those fries," Wally said while shoveling mountains of food into his mouth.
"Great. He's got his appetite back," Wallace said with an eyeroll.
"I can fire both of you, you know."
"Please, don't!" Doris said as she threw her fries into Wally's mouth.
"No, you don't have to do that!" Barry said.
"I disagree strongly with that," Wally said. It went on like that between the four of them for a while, and Wally wouldn't have wanted it any other way. All of that laughter and camaraderie with nary a hint of a crisis was exactly what the doctor ordered.
And it was a great prescription.
Flash Fact on… Flash III!
Name: Wally West II
Hero Name: The Flash III
Age: 30
Power: Quirk: The Wall/Mutation: Speed Force conduit
Enemies: Zoom, Captain Cold and the Rogues, Black Hole, Neron, Vandal Savage
Backstory: Wally West II didn't grow up in the best of circumstances. His mother and father were respectively emotionally and physically abusive, and every time they had a fight in their failing marriage, he ended up in the middle of it. All of that changed, however, when his parents sent him to Central City to spend the summer with his aunt Iris, and to his surprise, she had just got engaged to his favorite Hero Barry Allen, AKA The Flash II! Barry became the best friend and father that Wally never had, and with an enhanced desire to be just like him, Wally replicated the experiment that gave Barry his super speed, lightning bolt and everything.
Despite how utterly stupid an idea it was, it actually worked, and Wally became the newest member of the Flash Family. Once his parents got a divorce, he was free to move to Central City and become Barry's first Sidekick, Kid Flash. From there, he eventually got married, started sharing a moniker with Barry, and even became the fastest man alive. Not a bad life for a sad kid from the suburbs to have.
Miscellaneous: Wally lets people think Barry's the fastest man alive because despite the showboating, he's actually quite humble about a lot of things in his life.
His greatest fear is going so fast that everything around him is frozen by comparison.
Used to dye his hair brown. It did not look good.
Flash Fact on… Flash II!
Name: Barry Allen
Hero Name: The Flash II
Age: 42
Power: Quirk: Forensic Analysis/Mutation: Speed Force conduit
Enemies: Reverse-Flash I, Captain Cold and the Rogues, Black Hole, The Turtle, Cobalt Blue
Backstory: His name is Barry Allen, and he is the (second)fastest man alive. When Barry was nine, he saw his mother killed by something impossible, though it was later revealed to be the time travelling criminal Eobard Thawne. His father went to prison for her murder, and he was put in the care of friends of the family.
Like any kid his age, Barry had dreams of becoming a Hero, and those dreams became intensified by a desire to find his mother's real killer. Unfortunately, his foster family became increasingly poor as the years went on, so Barry decided to go to a normal high school instead of a Hero School in order to have enough free time to get a job to help pay the bills. With that, Barry abandoned his dreams of becoming a Hero and became a forensic analyst, though it was still with the intention of proving his father's innocence.
All of that changed one night when Barry, while experimenting with various chemicals in his lab, was struck by a bolt of lightning that both left him in a coma for months and gave him rock hard abs. When he awoke from his coma, he discovered that he had developed a connection with the Speed Force and could move faster than the human eye, and then some. Just like that, Barry was blessed with new opportunity. He used the Late Bloomer Clause to take night classes for a year before being awarded a Hero License, and from there, he took up the moniker of his childhood Hero Jay Garrick.
He became the Flash.
Miscellaneous: Has a reputation of being the boring Speedster, but he can be fun when pressed into it.
Says that he gave his kids the same name (Dawn and Don)because his wife Iris said that that's a popular naming convention in the 30th. century, but Wally thinks he's just bad at names.
Has made too much money to count selling speed weed.
Flash Fact on… Kid Flash II!
Name: Wallace "Wally" West III
Hero Name: Kid Flash II
Age: 17
Power: Quirk: The Wall/Mutation: Speed Force conduit
Enemies: Reverse-Flash II, Avatar Zoom, Savitar, The Thinker, the Cicada Cult, Captain Cold and the Rogues, Black Hole
Backstory: Wallace West III is the son of Daniel West, the half-brother of Wally West II's father, Rudy West. His branch of the West family was never good at having money, at least by honest means, and Wallace even turned to delinquency after his mother died. After Daniel was arrested for robbery, it seemed like Wallace was destined to head down the same path until he was taken in by his estranged aunt Iris and her husband Barry Allen, AKA the Flash II. Just like Wally before him, Wallace found family and companionship with Iris and Barry that he had never known before, and he wished that a miracle would happen that would let him stay in their world.
Ask and ye shall receive. One day, Daniel escaped from Iron Heights and became a foot soldier for the terrorist organization Black Hole. During a fight with Barry and Wally, a Speed Force battery exploded in Daniel's face, turning him into a new Reverse-Flash hellbent on killing everyone with a connection to the Speed Force. Wanting to protect his new family, Wallace used another Speed Force battery to turn himself into a Speedster, and with their combined power, they were able to take Daniel down. It was hard putting his own father in jail, but Wallace was able to handle it.
After all, he had a pretty great family to fill the void.
Miscellaneous: Wallace and Wally are both named after their great-grandfather, Wallace West I.
Wallace used to dream of reviving and joining the Teen Titans.
Out of all of the Flashes, Wallace speaks the best Japanese.
Flash Fact on… Giganta!
Name: Doris Greystoke Zuel
Hero Name: Giganta
Age: 17/Whatever's the equivalent in gorilla years.
Power: Mutation: Size manipulation
Enemies: Gorilla Grodd, Mystery Japanese Underboss, Captain Cold and the Rogues
Backstory: Doris was an ordinary gorilla living in the African wilds before she was captured by the evil Gorilla Grodd. Grodd was working with a mysterious underboss from Japan to try and create an army of super powerful animals for the sake of taking over Gorilla City. The plan was to simply give the African wildlife various abilities while also making them his obedient slaves, but when Doris threw a piece of banana in one of Grodd's beakers, it altered the composition of a chemical she was later forced to drink. Not only did she become immune to his mind control, but she also transformed into a human teenage girl with the ability to alter her size at whim. At around the same time, Grodd's operation was discovered and foiled by Barry Allen and Wally and Wally West, Flash Squared and Kid Flash, and Doris was finally free. With no home to go back to, the aging Garricks took Doris in, and she decided to use her newfound form and abilities to become a Hero.
Miscellaneous: Fell in love with Wallace partly because he was the one who got her out of her cage. Their relationship is sweet, yet sickening.
Gets excited about pretty much everything. Barry finds it annoying, but it's actually quite endearing.
Has no strong opinion on Wonder Woman.
Flash Fact on… Captain Cold!
Name: Leonard Snart
Villain Name: Captain Cold
Age: 42
Power: Quirk: Lionheart
Threat Level: A
Backstory: Snart grew up in an abusive home with a father he constantly traded blows in order to protect his sister. After dropping out of Libby Lawrence High's Support Department, he and sister ran away from home, and Snart took up a life of crime. It started out as just a means of supporting himself, but at some point, Snart realized that it felt good to be bad, so he decided to become Central City's Kingpin of Crime.
All of that, of course, fell apart when Barry Allen became the Flash and destroyed his operation in a matter of days. Central City now had a Hero who was too good for normal guns and bombs, so Snart went back to the books and created a gun that could fire beams of ice cold enough to disrupt Speed Force energy. He dubbed it as his Cold Gun and rebranded himself as Captain Cold, the number one enemy of the Flash Family.
Miscellaneous: Snart is the leader and founder of the Rogues, a gang of Central City's top solo acts gathered together to have a fighting chance against the Flash. Despite being Villains, the Rogues have a rule explicitly forbidding the murder of civilians; they go in, steal what they want to steal, then get out.
While Snart is the archenemy of the Flash Family, he's usually pretty civil with them, and they've developed a sense of respect for one another.
Surprisingly, he's not a fan of ice cream.
Flash Fact for… Black Hole!
Name: Black Hole
Base of Operations: Central City
Threat Level: S
Backstory: Black Hole is a terrorist organization founded by the mysterious Raijin. Their goal is to gain complete control over the Force energies—Speed, Still, Strength, and Sage—in order to rule the world. They constantly attack Central City and other cities in the Midwest to steal funds for their research, and their use of pocket dimension technology makes it impossible to locate their base.
Flash Fact for… the Force Energies!
Power: Enhanced speed, electrokinesis, increased healing, etc. (Speed Force)
Localized chronokinesis, kinetic energy nullification (Still Force)
Gravity manipulation, muscle manipulation (Strength Force)
Telepathy, telekinesis, illusions, increased intelligence (Sage Force)
Backstory: When the universe was born from the perpetual, primordial ooze, the pieces of it were held in place by four mystic energies. Their original names have been lost to time, but in present day, they are known as the Force Energies—Speed Force, Still Force, Strength Force, and Sage Force. While the Speed Force has often been a force for good since the days of Jay Garrick (though there have certainly been plenty of people who used it for evil), the Still Force has often been a force for evil, its most prominent user being longtime enemy of the Flash Family, The Turtle. Not much is known about the Strength and Sage Forces by comparison, but if they're anything like the Speed and Still Forces, then one will lean toward Justice and the other toward Doom.
Miscellaneous: While there are many variations, the Speed, Still, Strength and Sage Forces are often associated with the colors yellow, white, brown and green, respectively.
There was a sudden surge of Strength and Sage Force energy in Japan a year prior, but it died down before the Council of Wells could investigate.
Chapter 17: Deku's Pal, Katsuki Bakugou (4)
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Whatever reactions you might have to this chapter are completely intentional, to a certain extent.
Chapter 18: This is Not How a Bill Becomes a Law
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"I'm telling you, it was definitely an alternate timeline."
"No, it was a stable time loop."
"That doesn't make sense though. They made it clear that time travel runs on multiverse theory, so you can't actually do anything to change the past."
"It's not changing the past if he was always supposed to go back in time and marry her."
"So are we just supposed to believe that he'd let decades worth of bad stuff happen?"
"Would you rather he did stick his dick in the timeline?"
"Kendou-san, please don't bring such vulgarity into this!"
"Yeah, yeah. Midoriya, you want to weigh in on this?"
"No, no I don't think I will," Midoriya said. If he was being perfectly honest, he wasn't in the mood to join the rest of the Monstars in their discussion of the logistics of time travel in various movies.
"Midoriya-kun, are you still bummed out about yesterday?" Uraraka asked. "I don't know what happened in your fight, but speaking from personal experience, it probably wasn't as bad as you think."
"You won't get anywhere if you let yourself be hung up on the negative aspects of life," Iida said while moving his arm in a chopping motion.
"Especially when it's Todoroki and Bakugou. They're just a couple of assholes, and you're too good to get hung up on the crap they say!" The statement was made by Mineta, who had joined the group when they got close to school grounds after he finished his morning workout with the Body Improvement Club.
"Mineta-san's right to a certain extent," Yaoyorozu said.
"I-I know, and I'm not trying to stay upset about it, but that's not really easy for a bunch of reasons. I mean, I don't think that's a bad thing anymore, but still—"
"You're probably good, then," Kendou said.
"Huh?"
"I mean, if you know that you shouldn't be hung up on it, then you're at least on the right track, right? Besides, it's not like we're the only ones who don't think less of you for chickening out the way you did. You're a lover, not a fighter, or something along those lines, and there's nothing wrong with that."
"Y-Yeah," Midoriya said with a slight smile. It felt good to have a support pentagon of friends around him.
"As your friends have said, there is no need to get caught up in your failure. After all, even monkeys fall from trees."
"Huh. That's pretty profound, Ms. Yamashiro." As soon as the words left his mouth, Midoriya and the rest of the group did a collective double-take. Midoriya was sure that all six of them were equally surprised to see Yamashiro walking beside them.
"M-Ms. Yamashiro? When did you get here?" Midoriya asked.
"Five minutes ago," Yamashiro said. "I was concealing my presence from you so as not to interrupt your conversation… among other things."
"Man, I wish I was that good at doing that; I'd definitely get the last dumpling before Sensei or Kairi if I was," Kendou said.
"So that's how I missed that midriff!" Mineta said. Yamashiro just stared at Mineta; whether it was out of annoyance or out of an inability to say a lot, Midoriya didn't know.
"Mineta, don't stare at your teacher's stomach. Same goes for you, Uraraka." What Midoriya did know, however, was that that wasn't Yamashiro's voice, but Aizawa's. Looking down on the ground, he saw that Aizawa—wrapped up in his sleeping bag—was being dragged along the sidewalk by Yamashiro.
The amount of leeway Aizawa got as her supervisor was astounding.
"Anyway, you're probably tired of everyone talking about it Midoriya, but I might as well pile on with this: go about it however you want, just make sure you get your shit together sooner, rather than later. Also, it was definitely a stable time loop."
"Aha! See? Even Mr. Aizawa knows what's up!" Kendou shouted.
"Not about this!" Yaoyorozu said.
"I concur!" Iida said.
The tension in Midoriya's neck felt like it was floating away a bit ever so slightly; he even started to feel like joining the conversation. However, before he could chime in with his lengthy theory on how the true answer was a combination of both theories that had been foreshadowed for over a decade, he and the rest of the group found themselves swarmed by a crowd of reporters.
"Hey there, kids. Shuju Tokugawa, Hero News Association," was said by the first reporter who managed to break through to them. "You've had All Might as a teacher for a day now and the country wants to know just what kind of teacher he is! So?"
"Wha-I, um, well—" Tokugawa moved her microphone away from Midoriya and put it in front of Uraraka. She stammered to a similar degree; Tokugawa muttered, "Third time's the charm" and put the microphone in front of Yaoyorozu.
"All Might teaches in a way that's very fitting for someone in his position," Yaoyorozu said. Direct eye contact, vague but satisfying, a great response.
"What are your thoughts on All Might being a teacher?" another reporter asked Kendou and Mineta.
"It's fine, I guess. He's a pretty cool guy, after all," Kendou said.
"Yeah, yeah, All Might's great, but have you seen Midnight? They don't call her the Naughty Witch Hero for nothing you know, what with those garter belts—" The reporter turned away from Mineta before he could finish.
"As a fellow teacher, what's your opinion on—wait, hold on! Are we even allowed to film an outfit with that much skin on daytime television?" A reporter asked when he tried talking to Yamashiro.
"...Quiet… us…"
"Whoa!" The reporter was shocked. Midoriya understood why, though he felt like she might have been muttering something else under her breath in those pauses.
"Izuku Midoriya."
"Y-Yes!" At the mention of his name, Midoriya turned to see a bespectacled woman dressed in all black with a bob of electric blue hair.
"You're a pretty big deal at U.A., aren't you? Top incoming freshman, the only person in decades to break All Might's record, able to pump up a crowd without even trying, the list goes on."
"I'm just trying to get through each day." Midoriya couldn't stop himself from feeling bashful from all the praise.
"Yeah, and I bet that's easy to do when you're at the—apparently—only school that matters."
"Yeah, it really—what? N-No, I didn't mean—"
"I have, from a semi-reliable source, evidence of you applying to Shiketsu High, Ketsubutsu Academy, and Seijin High, but on the day that acceptance letters for U.A. went out, you pulled your applications for all of them. What, they suddenly weren't good enough for you after you got into the almighty U.A.? Did you decide to go with prestige over seeing what would actually be a good fit?"
"Th-That's not, I mean sort of, but not comple—"
"Come to think of it, Endeavor's son is in your class, right? On a scale of one to two, how likely is it that he paid the board off to let you go here just to give his son a punching bag that won't get frostbite right off the bat?"
"Every student in this school—at least the ones I teach—earned their place here, Taniguchi," said Aizawa, suddenly in a standing position with his sleeping bag under his arms.
"I'm sure they did, Eraserhead. Since I have you, wanna tell me why you have a Japanophile's wet dream dragging you around the street like a garbage bag?"
"Hey! Ms. Yamashiro's body appeals to everyone, regardless of their fetish!" Mineta shouted. Aizawa threw his weapon—the Gleipnir—at Mineta and wrapped up his tiny body in an instant.
"We're done here. Yamashiro and kids inside, reporters and nosy rats off the premises. Now." Midoriya and company followed Aizawa through the crowd of reporters and through the school gates. Once they were through, one reporter tried to step through the gate only for a wall made of pure Sixth Metal to shoot up from the ground and seal off the gate from the outside world. The U.A. Barrier was working exactly as it was supposed to.
"Goddammit Taniguchi, you ruined everything!" Midoriya heard Tokugawa shout from behind the U.A. Barrier.
"All of you listen up!" Aizawa shouted after untying Mineta and tossing him to the ground. "Everything you say and do from now on reflects on U.A. as a whole, so when you act like idiots, it makes it look like U.A.'s a school of idiots. If you want to be stupid, be stupid, but don't do it if you're on goddamn television!"
""Yes, sir!"" Midoriya and everyone else—including Yamashiro, for some reason—said; he heard Uraraka mumble something about how she and Iida didn't even say anything, but it was best not to comment.
"Going off that, while you're affiliated with U.A., never—and I mean never—talk to the press. They're nothing but trouble, especially that lousy mudslinger Holly Taniguchi."
"Wait, what?! That was Hero Hater Holly? No way! She sounds a little huskier on the radio, so I didn't recognize her," Uraraka said.
"Uraraka-san, you knew that woman?" Midoriya asked.
"Yeah! Holly Taniguchi runs a podcast where she rants about how damaging Heroes are to society, and she loves going after All Might, Endeavor, and U.A."
Aizawa shot her a glare.
"N-N-Not that I've ever really agreed with what she says, or anything! I just-I just sometimes listened to her during my Quirkless days whenever I was feeling really upset about stuff."
Aizawa kept glaring at her.
"But it's not like it was the only thing that could make me feel better! I'd sometimes eat mochi, watch the Wonder Woman movies starring Kaitlin Olson, hang out with Inte—the point is I had other things going on outside of her, honest!"
Aizawa kept glaring at her.
"Okay, maybe she had really good choices in music—"
"Inside! Now!" Midoriya wasn't completely certain, but it looked like Uraraka just barely stopped herself from passing out on the spot.
Aizawa and Yamashiro needed to go to the teachers' lounge to get the day's lesson plan and so Aizawa could vent somewhere away from children, so Midoriya and the rest of the kids went to the classroom by themselves. Much to Midoriya's relief, the atmosphere in the class was relatively good. Everyone was being pretty lively, the sole exceptions being Todoroki, whom everyone was trying to avoid, and Bakugou, who was trying to avoid everyone.
"Hey, Bakugou!" For whatever reason, Kendou decided to become the outlier in all of that. She ran over to Bakugou's desk and pulled him out of his chair. Before he could curse her out, as he was clearly ready to do, Kendou threw him to the floor, grabbed his leg, and put him in an ashi-hishigi.
"Kendou-san?!" Midoriya shouted, drawing the attention of the few people who weren't already watching the spectacle.
"Kendou-kun, what on Earth are you doing?!" Iida asked.
"Get the fuck off me, you fucking cu—"
"And there!" Kendou said, cutting Bakugou off. Before anything else could be said, she released her hold and stood back up. "That's how you do that."
"Do what? Break a guy's leg?" Kaminari asked.
"I guess I could if I wanted to. That's more than can be said about that sloppy excuse for an ashi-hishigi Bakugou used yesterday."
"What'd you say?" Bakugou asked as he picked himself up.
"You got the basic form right, but your hands were a little out of place, and your grip was way too soft. As a martial artist, I couldn't believe I was watching that move be performed so poorly; I've been wanting to take care of that since yesterday. Can't have my partner fighting with such sloppy technique, after all."
"Bitch, I am not thanking you for the advice! Don't expect me to appreciate getting pointers from you, Karate Kid!" Bakugou shouted.
"Wait, are you thanking her or not?" Sero asked.
"Obviously not, moron!" Bakugou sat back down. Kendou smiled and looked pleased with what just transpired; Midoriya wasn't entirely sure why.
"Itsuka-chan, that was so cool!" Hagakure said. "I love seeing martial arts stuff. Ojiro-kun, you can do that too, right?"
"No, not really," Ojiro said with a downtrodden expression.
"And what was that stuff you were doing yesterday before you got taken out?" Jirou asked.
"Oh, that? Just a little bajiquan, is all. Actually, my Sensei always teaches us to incorporate our powers into our fighting, so I guess calling it Super Bajiquan would make more sense," Kendou said.
"Cool! Ojiro-kun, can you do that?" Hagakure asked.
"No, not really. Kendou said that she's been taught a lot of different martial arts, but actually getting to see her in action is… something else," Ojiro said with an even more downtrodden expression.
"Sorry?" Kendou asked.
"Ojiro-kun, there's no need to feel insecure," Midoriya said. "Kendou-san's been training like this since she was four, so of course she'll come off as an expert, but you're probably not that far behind her. Just keep working hard, and you can be as Plus Ultra as her!"
"I've been doing karate since I was three," Ojiro said. Dead air invaded the atmosphere of the classroom.
"Everyone sit down." Aizawa and Yamashiro came into the classroom, and just like that, Midoriya and who knew who else was saved from making Ojiro feel even worse. "Yamashiro, I'm taking a nap to get rid of the rest of my anger, so you handle the special announcement."
"Yes, sir," Yamashiro said when everyone finished sitting down. She stared blankly at the class, opening and closing her mouth a few times before mumbling something incoherent under her breath.
"Mr. Aizawa, don't you think you should take care of this?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"She needs to learn how to do things on her own," Aizawa said as he squeezed himself into his sleeping bag.
After another minute of nonsensical nothing, Yamashiro counted out a few prime numbers and exhaled.
"We're picking a class president," she said. The class went into an uproar, and Midoriya couldn't blame them. Being class president would be a rather mundane job in any given school, but at a Hero School—especially one like U.A.—it could probably be useful for providing extra training in leadership abilities; it might even look good on a resume when applying to be a Sidekick.
"I wanna do it! Let me do it!" Ashido said.
"I'm too fabulous to not be the right fit, " Aoyama said.
"I'm raising the biggest hand, so that means I should get to do it," Kendou said, waving the aforementioned enlarged hand.
"Would you all please act with some decency?!" Iida shouted. "The position of class president is a sacred position that thrusts the wellbeing of your peers directly upon your shoulders. It's not something you deserve to get just by raising your hand and hoping that someone picks on you!"
Iida said all of that while raising his own hand.
"Okay, what do you suggest then?" Jirou asked.
"Obviously, the only true way of solving this is to put it to a vote."
"That's a terrible idea, man! We've been here for two days; there's no way anyone's going to care about someone enough to not vote for themselves," Kirishima said.
"Either that or Midoriya-chan will automatically win because of his posse," Tsuyu said.
"Th-That's not going to happen!" Midoriya said.
"Also, we Monstars are a collective that supports each other equally, so there," Kendou said.
"Either way, if Midoriya-kun did get our votes, then that would simply mean that we thought he was best for the job. While most of us might not know each other that well, that means whoever gets the most votes is the person we've already decided to place our trust in," Iida said.
"I still have my doubts about that," Kirishima said.
"No. Iida is correct. This is the best way to pick the class president, and for the best reasons," Yamashiro said. "Any good leader of a group needs to be someone who can obtain a great amount of trust from their subordinates. Without that, their organization falls apart beneath their feet and becomes little more than dust slipping through their fingertips. Once that happens, they become desperate and mad to maintain their position of power, completely ignorant to the suffering of their people. At that point, they're basically asking to be beheaded while lounging on their bidet with a glass of twelfth-century wine in one hand and a prostitute's left nipple in the other, as if either one can make their blood harder to wipe away from your weapon of choice."
Midoriya and the rest of the class stared at Yamashiro in utter shock. She stared back at them, and after a few seconds, she crouched down behind the desk completely out of sight.
That was the most I've ever heard Ms. Yamashiro say in one sitting, but why did she talk about whatever that was supposed to be? Midoriya thought.
"So, yeah. Voting. Do it," Aizawa said from his corner of the room.
"One final question—"
"Tokoyami, your Genie is registered as an extension of yourself, so it doesn't count as a member of this class, which means it doesn't get a vote." Tokoyami lowered his hand in defeat.
Everyone pulled out pieces of paper and started writing down their votes. Everyone except Midoriya. Despite what Kirishima had said, Midoriya didn't want to vote for himself. Even though he was doing his best to not be hung up on what happened the previous day, those events still made him think that he wasn't in a place where he would be good to lead anyone in anything. He could live with that, though; it was just class president, not anything serious like whatever just flew out of Yamashiro's mouth. Moving on, if he wasn't going to vote for himself, then he needed to pick someone who was right for the job; a daunting task when everyone was such a good fit.
Soon enough, Midoriya narrowed it down and cast his vote. Hopefully, everything would work out well.
The results of the ballots were as follows:
Izuku Midoriya: 3
Momo Yaoyorozu; Itsuka Kendou; Kyoka Jirou: 2
Koji Koda; Mashirao Ojiro; Denki Kaminari; Eijiro Kirishima; Fumikage Tokoyami; Mezou Shouji; Tsuyu Asui; Yuga Aoyama; Mina Ashido; Hanta Sero; Katsuki Bakugou: 1
Shouto Todoroki; Tooru Hagakure; Tenya Iida; Minoru Mineta; Ochaco Uraraka: 0
It did not—from Midoriya's perspective—work out well at all.
"You gotta be shitting me! Who decided to be Dumb and Dumber and vote for Deku?!" Bakugou shouted. In front of him, Uraraka was doing a terrible job of whistling nonchalantly. Midoriya now knew at least one person who was to blame for this.
"No one voted for me!" Iida exclaimed. "Defeated by the very system I proposed. Oh, the irony of it all!"
"You didn't even vote for yourself? Are you an idiot, or something?" Jirou asked.
"Okay, then!" Yamashiro said, popping up from the floor. "With this, the class positions are decided. Class president is Midoriya, and class vice-president is Yaoyorozu… and Kendou… and Jirou… what?"
"It appears that we have a three-way tie," Yaoyorozu said.
"Wanna just do rock-paper-scissors to decide it?" Kendou asked.
"That seems fair."
"I'm game," Jirou said. The three of them joined up in the back of the classroom and faced one another. They pulled their fists back, counted off, and threw their hands out in front.
Kendou and Yaoyorozu each did rock; Jirou did scissors.
"Aw man! Already? Well, girls, I wish you to understand the true principles of the government. I wish them carried out. I ask nothing more," Jirou said as she sat back down.
"I can't believe you lost, Kyoka-chan! I thought you would've been a great president, too," Hagakure said. Her face was invisible, but her posture made it clear that she was pouting.
"Wait, did you…" Hagakure assumingly nodded her head. "Oh, um, thanks for the thought." JIrou turned to the window and twirled one of her jacks around her finger.
"If we're all done with whatever this is, Momo and I still need to finish up," Kendou said. She and Yaoyorozu pulled back their fists, counted off, and threw their hands out in front. They both did paper, and it brought out a laugh from both of them. They pulled back their fists once again, counted off once again, and threw their hands out in front once again. They both did scissors, and it brought out a noticeably smaller laugh from both of them. They pulled back their fists a third time, counted off a third time, and threw their hands out in front a third time. They both did rock, and neither of them laughed.
"Okay, this bit isn't funny anymore. Knock it off," Kendou said as the two of them both threw out scissors.
"I could say the same thing," Yaoyorozu said as the two of them both threw out rock.
"First period is about to start, so I'm leaving," Aizawa said as the two of them both threw out paper. "I don't care how you two figure it out, just do it before fifth period. Got it?"
""Yes, sir,"" the two of them said as they both threw out rock. Midoriya fell back in his chair as Aizawa and Yamashiro headed for the door and Kendou and Yaoyorozu kept tying with one another. This was just another thing he'd have to live with, but he really didn't want to and had no idea how he was going to.
While a multitude of options and hypotheticals flew through his head, Aizawa stopped in front of his desk.
"Before I forget, the principal wants to see you at the start of the first free period. Don't be late."
At the very least, he now had something else to think about.
First and second period took as long as they were supposed to, but as far as Kirishima was concerned, they went by far too fast. He knew what he had to do, but when it started to be time to actually do it, the sheer weight of it all truly started to hit him. A part of him wanted to just drop the whole thing and never come back to it; that wouldn't have been so wrong, especially since he was doing this all of his own accord. However, a larger part of him, the part that was trying its hardest to emulate Red Riot, knew that he couldn't back down and had to face all of this head on.
As such, Kirishima waited vigilantly outside of the bathroom. He tapped his foot through a mixture of nervousness and impatience until, eventually, he heard the sound of a flushing toilet and knew that the person he was looking for was done.
"Hey. What's up, man?" Kirishima asked his target as he entered the hall.
"What the fuck?" was Bakugou's immediate response. Things were off to a truly great start.
"This isn't anything weird, by the way."
"I'm heading to the weight room, so you got ten seconds to prove that, shit hair."
"Oh, that's how you're using free period? Nice. I was gonna do that, but everything Cementoss has been saying in class has just been flying right over my head, so I think I'm gonna use the first one to study. Might hit the gym in the next one, though."
"Four seconds and I'm leaving."
"Wait, that was six seconds? Felt like it should have been less time than—"
"And I'm done." Bakugou stepped away from Kirishima and started heading down the hall. Kirishima quickly sidestepped in front of him, not at all wanting his chance to slip away.
"So that stuff that went down yesterday with you and Midoriya was pretty crazy, right?"
"What's it to you?"
"Nothing! Nothing really! I mean, that's what I thought it was going to be, but the way that Midoriya kept pointing at your scar felt really weird to me. I mean, it didn't look like he thought it was cool, so what was up with it, right?"
Bakugou stopped trying to step past him.
"It seemed weird—like, really weird—and I couldn't stop thinking about it. There was some sort of something about it that kept drawing me into it, or maybe there was some sort of something about the two of you? I went along with the latter, and it made me remember hearing that you and Midoriya grew up around here. That's true, right?"
"Unfortunately."
"Then I remembered this incident from about ten years ago where a kid accidentally threw his friend through a building and nearly killed him." Bakugou's expression went from an angry scowl to a blank stare, like a calm before a storm. It was too late to turn back, though. "That incident happened right here in Musutafu. They never released the names of the kids, but considering your scar and how crazy strong Midoriya is, I gotta ask you: the kid who got thrown through a building and the kid who threw him through it, they're you and Midoriya, right?"
There was nothing left after that. The hallway was silent, the air just waiting for something to cut the tension.
That something ended up being Bakugou throwing Kirishima against the wall with one hand.
"What the hell is your fucking game, you piece of shit? Trying to make fun of me? Blackmail me into doing some random crap? What's your fucking game here?!"
"Nothing! All I wanted to do was confirm it, honest!"
"Bullshit!" Kirishima felt Bakugou's hold tighten.
"It's not!"
"Why should I believe you?!"
"Because I think you guys are pretty cool!" All of a sudden, Bakugou let go of Kirishima, giving him a chance to catch his breath.
"What the hell are you on about?"
"Come on, do I look like any of the Riddlers? I think you guys are cool, plain and simple. Midoriya's been awesome since day one, and then there's you! You came off like just an angry hothead on the first day, but the way you held your ground against Todoroki was totally badass!"
Bakugou stared at Kirishima for a bit before saying, "I'm giving you ten more seconds."
"You two are the manliest guys in class, so I just wanted to know what was going on between you two to get you both so riled up. Looking back on it, it was probably a stupid idea to stick my nose in someone else's business like that, but I couldn't help myself. But now that I know about it, I want you to know that I think you're even cooler for getting here in spite of it all!"
"Like I need you to—whatever!" Bakugou stepped away from Kirishima and headed down the hallway towards the weight room. "Breathe a word of this to Deku or anyone else and your ass is grass, got it?"
"Whatever you say, man. And hey, if you ever need someone to talk to—"
"Your ass is grass!" Kirishima decided that it would be best to not say anything else and let Bakugou turn a corner in silence.
You did good, Eijiro, Kirishima thought as he walked down the other direction. You said you were gonna do it, and by Jove, you did it, old boy. Gotta say, that felt like it actually went better than I thought it would.
Kirishima walked by a trash can and stopped when he saw Ashido crouching behind it.
"Wassup?" Ashido asked with an awkward expression.
"Ashido! What the hell are you doing here?" Kirishima asked.
"W-Well, me, Tsuyu-chan and Jirou were going to go over some of the stuff from our morning classes and get a headstart on our homework, so I decided to go and get some snacks because why can't studying be fun, even if it usually sucks? I was going to the vending machine past the bathroom because that's the only one that stocks Let's and Chocos, and then I sort of, kind of—"
"Walked in on all of that and tried to not get caught?"
"Not all of it, really!" Ashido said as she got up off the ground. "I only got here when Bakugou stopped pinning you against the wall and you started talking about Riddlers for some reason, so I have no idea what you were talking about, honest! I really, really didn't hear anything important! I know that people always say stuff like that when they're lying and actually heard everything and decide to keep it to themselves instead of being rational and coming out with it from the start, but I really, really, really, really didn't—"
"Enough already, I get it! Geez, it's not like I actually thought you were lying!"
"Oh thank God." Ashido released a sigh of relief. "It just seemed like it was either really serious or really personal, so I didn't want you thinking that I was eavesdropping any more than I actually—wait, you never thought I was lying? Why? I'm a great liar when I put my mind to it."
"I know." He knew. "You have a way cooler face when you lie, after all." She did.
Said face was one Kirishima greatly preferred over the smug expression she was currently wearing.
"Looking at my face, are we? Isn't that a nice little nugget of information?"
"I-It's not! It's not a nice nugget! It's like an O'Shaughnessy's nugget or something; total crap!"
"I actually love O'Shaughnessy's. Their curly fries beat the ones at Big Belly Burger every day of the week."
"That's a dirty lie and you know it—wait, why are we talking about fast food?"
"Wanna talk about my face some more?"
"I'm just gonna talk about nothing!" Kirishima knew Ashido was trying to get back at him for yesterday, but that didn't mean he had to stand around and let it happen, so he ran past her as she kept wearing her smug expression.
Later that day, Ashido would force him into an O'Shaughnessy's on their way home from school. It would be at that time when Kirishima would be forced to admit the truth: between O'Shaughnessy's and Big Belly Burger, O'Shaughnessy's had the superior curly fries.
Midoriya always tried to be a good kid, that was the honest truth. Sometimes he'd doze off in class when he was up too late watching videos of All Might, but it never got to the point where he had to get sent to the principal's office. He didn't think he did anything wrong in the two days he had been there, nor did he think he did anything right that was worthy of some sort of reward or something.
"Well, I won't figure it out by just standing here," Midoriya said. He fought down all of his hesitation, opened the door, and walked inside. Principal Nedzu greeted him from a boosted chair, and even more surprisingly, All Might was there as well in his muscle form; it took a second for Midoriya to remember that while he knew All Might's secret, the teachers didn't know that he knew.
"I bet you don't have a clue as to why I called you in here, correct?" Nedzu asked.
"Basically," Midoriya said while sitting down next to All Might.
"Don't be alarmed Midoriya-kun, for you're not in trouble in the slightest. You see, All Might informed me about how your first day of Hero Training went yesterday, and while the end results were perfectly understandable, I can't help but feel as if some extra guidance might do you some good."
"Guidance?"
"Yes, guidance! It's perfectly understandable that the stress of dealing with your alien heritage has had an impact on your wellbeing—by the way, you do know that I and all the teachers in the Hero course know you're an alien, right?" Midoriya nodded his head. "Good! Where was I? Yes, your wellbeing being impacted by the life you were forced to live. If I can speak truthfully, I think it's a shame that you were forced to grow up in a society that made you feel so afraid of yourself. Part of the reason I was so thrilled to learn that someone like you wanted to attend U.A. was that I saw it as an opportunity to eventually rid the world of such dangerous prejudices. Why, it reminds me of this one case I took on when I was still partnered with my good pal Bobo, though you probably know him better as Detective Chimp. The two of us were taking a stroll through downtown London looking for some new furnishings for the office. I wanted to get a vintage rug from the 70s, and Bobo wanted to get a fancy looking chandelier. We didn't need the chandelier as much as we needed the rug, but Bobo thought it would be good for impressing our clients—"
Nedzu went on like that; a quick glance from All Might told Midoriya that this was actually normal for him. It seemed like there was nothing to do but follow All Might's lead and smile and nod until he was finished.
"—and so, with a mighty swing from Clarent, Mordred the Shining Knight destroyed the weaponry of Know Man and foiled his plans of forcing Metagenes to awaken at the cost of people's lives. Know Man was locked away in a special prison at the center of the universe—give or take fifty feet—and he's been there ever since. Mordred thanked Bobo and me for a job well done, and the two of us saw her off as she went on her first date with Franny Stein; it kinda made me feel like a parent, in all honesty. Did that make sense to you, Midoriya-kun?"
"Y-Yes!" Midoriya zoned out on the part that had to deal with racism, but he didn't have wherewithal to bring it up.
"Excellent! Therefore, to try and help you overcome your personal hang-ups, I've asked another student who's had to deal with similar issues of anxiety to come in and talk to you. Amajiki-kun, if you would."
Nedzu pressed a button on his desk, and a bookshelf at Midoriya's left swung open to reveal an open space in the wall. Standing in said space was an older looking student with dark hair and pointed ears; something about him looked familiar. This had to be the one Nedzu called Amajiki, and the first thing he did was glare at Midoriya with such ferocity that it felt as if the gravity around him was intensifying tenfold.
"This is pointless," Amajiki said before stepping out of the room. After Amajiki shut the door behind him, the room was filled to the brim with silence.
"What the hell?!" After fifteen seconds, Midoriya was the one to break it. "Why did he—What did he mean by—is it okay if I leave?"
"Sure, why not?" Nedzu asked.
"By all means, my boy," All Might said, his face molded into a nervous expression for some reason. Midoriya gave a quick bow and ran out of the principal's office. Out in the hall, it only took a few seconds of looking around before he located Amajiki a few meters away from him. The two locked eyes for a moment before Amajiki turned around and ran away.
The things he had to deal with today. That was the thought running through Midoriya's head as he chased after him. Amajiki rounded a corner, but Midoriya was fast on his tail. He rounded the same corner a split second after Amajiki did and found him standing with a girl with long, twisting blue hair and a guy with a blonde cowlick and eyes that looked straight out of an old school American cartoon; something about them looked familiar.
"Hi, hello, nice to meet you two, I'd love to talk, but I need to borrow Amajiki-senpai," Midoriya said to the other two people.
"No. It's pointless," Amajiki said, not bothering to look Midoriya in the eye.
"How?! You saw me for all of two seconds!"
"That's all I needed. If you weren't going to look like a potato after that, then you were never going to look like a potato."
"That doesn't mean you can just—what?"
"I kept trying and trying to imagine you as a potato, but I couldn't go any further than your head. What the point of trying to talk to a potato if they're still human underneath? It's like trying to put a bandaid on a severed limb, right? It's all pointless. I wanna go home." Amajiki did an about-face and put his back to Midoriya.
Midoriya had no idea what to make of that.
"Come on Amajiki-kun, don't be such a chicken in front of an underclassman. You gotta show more guts than—hey, you're the guy who broke All Might's record!" the girl with the twisting hair said. "That's so cool! How'd you—oh, you've got a spit curl! Hey, you ever stick your finger in there and twist it around?"
"Wha—"
"Hey, Hadou-san, don't overwhelm the poor kid," said the guy with the cowlick. "I'm guessing this isn't how you wanted to spend your free period. Teacher tells you to go to the principal's office, then after he spends five minutes on one of his funny stories, some weirdo pops out from behind a Scooby-Doo bookshelf and runs away to join up with a couple of random guys. I bet you're just standing here going, 'Whaaaat?' Am I right?"
"I guess?"
"Well let's fix that the best we can! I'm Mirio Togata, this girl's Nejire Hadou, and that guy's Tamaki Amajiki!"
"Please don't keep me involved in this," Amajiki said.
"No can do!" Hadou said. Just like Togata said, Midoriya has absolutely no idea what was going on.
"So!" Togata said. "Tamaki said that he got asked to give some words of wisdom to someone who's almost as big a wallflower as him, and it looks like that went about as well as it could have."
"Believe it or not, this guy's one of the top three students in the senior class—we're the other two, by the way—yet he can barely talk to anyone outside of us two. Crazy, right?" Hadou asked.
"Amajiki-senpai's one of the top students here?" Midoriya asked. "You're right, I never would have guessed—wait, I just remembered seeing you all before! I've seen each of you on TV at the Sports Festival! You always lose really early because of something ridiculous! You guys are really U.A.'s top students?"
"Is it three o'clock yet?" Amajiki asked.
"I-I didn't mean it as an insult!" Togata and Hadou's goofy expressions had hints of doubt mixed in. "Really, I didn't! If you're really the best students here, then it's amazing that you were able to achieve that in spite of your failures. Especially you, Amajiki-senpai. You can't even look in my general direction, but you still managed to work your way to being top of your class, and I think that's great."
Amajiki turned slightly toward Midoriya and gave a quiet, "Thanks."
"Do you mind if I talk to you about yesterday?" After a bit of hesitation, Amajiki said, "Sure."
"You want us to give you two some space?" Togata asked.
""No!"" Midoriya and Amajiki said in unison.
"Yay!" Hadou cheered.
"If it helps at all, your first day was way better than my first day," Amajiki said after Midoriya relayed the events of the previous day—at least the ones that he, Togata and Hadou needed to know.
"You know, that does kind of help," Midoriya said. "Anyway, I know that I'm not doing anything wrong when I act like this, but I also know that I can't only act like this. I've been trying to change myself for a while, but it's not easy, you know?"
"All too well."
"The real question is what do we do about it?" Togata asked. "Tamaki, the ball's in your court."
"Go for a spinning slam dunk!" Hadou said while playing with a random assortment of ants.
"I couldn't even do that in real life," Tamaki mumbled. "Okay Midoriya, it sounds like your problem is that you're so afraid of hurting people that you think it's better to not fight at all. I don't really understand that kind of feeling, but I do know what it's like to feel like things would be easier if you could just not fight at all. That kind of mindset doesn't work in this line of work, though. You don't have to be destructive all the time, but you have to be ready and willing to do so if it's the only way to save the day. A true Hero can't be afraid to go all out if it's the difference between life and death!"
"Amajiki-senpai, I don't mean to be rude, but someone already gave me that advice. Sorry."
"Oh." Amajiki blinked a couple of times. "Shit."
"Big Three Huddle!" Togata shouted. He, Amajiki and Hadou grouped together and started whispering things that Midoriya couldn't make out. After a minute of that, the three of them high fived each other and turned back to Midoriya.
"Okay, I-I think I got something else," Amajiki said. "For the past year, I've been working as an intern for Fat Gum." Midoriya thought it would be best to keep his excitement at bay for the moment. "He's stationed in an area that's pretty light on crime, so we usually only have to deal with the occasional purse snatcher or bank robber, but there are times when we have to deal with something majorly bad.
"One time, early into my internship, we were assigned to a drug bust being led by the Crimson Kabuki gang. It should have been relatively easy, but it turned out that they were working with Ishi-Shujou, the Stone Emperor. He used his geokinesis to mess up the harbor, and I ended up alone with him, completely separated from Fat Gum, the police, and the other Heroes on the scene.
"I was scared for my life; I thought I was going to die. But then I thought, 'If I die, what are they going to do after they escape? Will it just be the drugs, or will they use their victory to move on to something even worse?' The next thing I knew, I was hitting him in the face with a coconut until he went down and stayed down."
"A coconut? No, forget that," Midoriya said. "So you were able to beat him even though you were so scared? How'd you get rid of your fear like that?"
"That's my secret, Midoriya: I'm always afraid. Every fight I get into, I'm always afraid that I'll screw up and make things worse for everyone, but I push all of that down as I think about something more important: the fear I'm feeling is nothing compared to the fear someone else could be forced to feel. Whenever I'm fighting a Villain, what I try to give priority to is the idea that I'm the only one who can protect the people behind me, and every time I do that, I'm able to summon up a little more courage than I could the fight before."
Midoriya stared in silence, stared in awe. Hadou looked like she was going to start a slow clap, but Togata quickly grabbed her hands before she could get started.
"You hated that, didn't you? It wasn't different enough from the first thing I said, right? I knew it; as soon as the words were leaving my mouth, I knew that it was too derivative. Big Three Huddle, one more time."
"No, no, it's not derivative! I-I think I get it. You're saying that instead of trying to get rid of my fears, I should hold onto them and think about how, if I lose, the people I failed to protect will end up in an even worse situation than me. Right?"
"Yeah, more or less. I was, um, trying to narrow down the scope of the other thing I said and frame it in a way that makes you think about things on a more personal level."
"Aw, look at my guy, being all clever and helpful and stuff," Togata said.
"Sh-Shut up."
"It's true, though! I don't think I would have thought about something like that on my own, Amajiki-senpai, so thank you! It really helps a lot, I think!"
Tamaki smiled; Togata smiled; Hadou smiled before looking at a bird that flew past the window. Midoriya smiled, as well, for it was the only thing he felt like doing at the moment.
"Hey, Midoriya-kun, wanna fight?" Togata asked.
Then there was that.
"Hey, it looks like I'm still gonna be busy with Amajiki-senpai, so don't wait up for me at lunch," was what Midoriya's text to the Monstars group chat read.
"Curiouser and curiouser," Iida said after reading it in the cafeteria.
"First he disappears for all of self-study, now lunch? Who's this Amajiki-senpai guy, anyway?" Uraraka asked between bites of food.
"If I had to guess, he's an upperclassman with a great deal of social influence here at U.A., and Midoriya-kun is seeking his council for advice on how best to lead the class. I wouldn't put that kind of planning past him, and it's exactly why he was the best for the job."
"You're right about that, Iida!" Mineta said.
"Guess we know whom you two voted for," Uraraka said with a laugh. Iida didn't know what was so funny about that. He and Mineta thought Midoriya was the best person for the job, so of course they voted for him. "Wait, if you two voted for Midoriya-kun…" Uraraka started counting something on her fingertips.
"Iida, I don't really know if he's thinking about something like that; this Amajiki-senpai guy's probably just a friend he's having lunch with. Hell, I was going to have lunch with another friend if I wasn't caught up in all of this nonsense," Kendou said as she and Yaoyorozu both threw out rock.
"You could simply quit, you know," Yaoyorozu said as the two of them both threw out paper.
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" The two of them both threw out scissors.
"Very much so." The two of them both threw out rock. This had been going on all day. When class wasn't in session, they'd get together and keep drawing to each other, and when class was in session, they'd switch to a rock-paper-scissors app on their phones and still end up drawing every time. Iida wanted to be mad at them for being on their phones during class, but he was too astounded at how they could keep their game going for so long.
He was also too busy feeling jealous of how they still had a fighting chance at leadership. Being able to lead others to victory like the other people in his family was all he had ever wanted, yet the first time he had a chance to do just that, it slipped right through his fingertips, and in a way, he brought upon himself, no less.
"The irony of it all still stings like salt in a wound!" Iida said. "Was that out loud?"
"Just a smidge," Uraraka said, still counting something on her fingertips.
"If you wanted to be class president so badly, you could have at least voted for yourself," Mineta said. "Still would have lost, but at least you would have had a chance."
"What I wanted wasn't what mattered; what mattered was what would be best for my peers," Iida said. "A true Hero puts his own desires second to the benefit of society. There's no room for wasting time on selfishness, for every second is a gift."
"You can be a little selfish," Uraraka said, still counting something on her fingertips. "Wait, that last thing you said sounds kind of familiar."
"It should. It's an old motto of the Flash Family. I've had Barry-san beating it into my head since I was a child, so it's more or less a mainstay in my vocabulary."
"We've all been there," Mineta said. "When I was a kid, my dad—wait, what did you just say?!"
"When you said 'Barry-san,' do you mean Barry Allen?" Uraraka asked with as much surprise as Mineta.
"Oh, yes. He and the rest of the Flash Family are personal friends of me and my family," Iida said. The rest of the group let out various noises of shock and awe. It even got Kendou and Yaoyorozu to put their game on pause, though not after they ended up with yet another draw.
"Iida-san, how come you never mentioned this before?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"Well, remember how, after I said that my brother is Ingenium, Midoriya-kun spammed us with so many messages in such a short amount of time that it crashed our group chat? That's why," Iida said.
"Yeah, but how does that even happen? You're not even a Speedster!" Kendou said.
"It all goes back to the Lantern War. My great-grandfather Tenka Iida—the first person in my family to develop a Quirk—fought in the Lantern War, mostly performing reconnaissance, never doing anything highly important. One day, however, he came across the one and only Jay Garrick in the middle of a fight with some Red Lanterns, the man easily dominating them. Tenka was just going to leave and get back to his work, but all of a sudden, one of the Red Lanterns blasted Mr. Garrick with a beam of Still Force energy!"
"Oh no!" Uraraka said.
"Those dirty Reds!" Mineta said. "What happened next?"
"As is common with Still Force energy, Mr. Garrick's connection to the Speed Force was broken. It would be several minutes before he could regain his connection, but by that time, he would already be dead. That's when Tenka leaped into action! He put all of his energy into his engines and delivered a powerful sweeping kick to the assortment of Red Lanterns!"
"All right!" Kendou said.
"Tenka was never much of a fighter, so after losing the element of surprise, the Red Lanterns pummeled on him mercilessly. His arms and legs broke, his skin was burned by plasma, his eyes were blinded by his own blood, but he never gave up the fight. He kept going at them, no matter how broken his body ended up becoming, and he was able to hold on just long enough for Mr. Garrick to regain his speed."
Yaoyorozu wiped a tear from her eye.
"Ever since then, my family and the Flash Family have been inseparable. I've grown to hold Barry-san in the same regard that I do my own brother, and becoming a Hero who can stand on equal footing to them is my ultimate desire in life. I still have a long way to go before that can happen, so I can live with conceding the position of class president to Midoriya-kun."
That was the honest truth of it all. Iida could handle not being class president, he truly could, but that didn't change the fact that he still wanted the job. He knew that Midoriya would be the best fit, but he still wished that he had the chance to show people—show himself—what he was capable of.
As those thoughts swirled around in his head, an alarm started blaring.
In order to help cultivate the abilities of its students, U.A. houses some of the most advanced training facilities that a Hero School can offer. The most advanced of those facilities was U.A.'s own Mud Room. Originally built by legendary Hero and civil rights activist Tim Drake, the Mud Room combines hard light technology and the morphic biology of the Clayfaces to create any sort of training area a person might request, to a certain extent. Because of the intensity of the programming, the Mud Room isn't open for free usage, and the only ones able to reservations are faculty and third-year students in the Hero course. Students like Amajiki, Togata and Hadou.
Midoriya couldn't wait to become a third-year.
"So where do you wanna duke it out, Midoriya-kun?" Togata asked. "Atlantis? Themyscira? Challenger's Mountain?"
"Let's just do something simple," Midoriya said.
"Booooring!" Hadou said. "You're the kind of guy who always plays on Battlefield and with no Final Smashes, aren't you?" Midoriya refused to comment. "Have some fun, why dontcha!"
"You can't say stuff like that when you always lose," Amajiki said.
"Says you!"
"Guys, we're here for him, so he gets to choose," Togata said. "Computer! Centennial Park, New Troy, Metropolis!"
The Mud Room, which was an empty white space when the four of them first walked in in their gym clothes, had dark red lines shine across the floor, ceiling, and walls as mud spilled in from various air vents. In a matter of seconds, the empty space was replaced with Metropolis' Centennial Park, the mud and hard light technology working in tandem to create the fresh grass, the stone walkways, and the gold statue of Lex Luthor in his Warsuit. If Midoriya had suddenly woken up in there one day, he would never have suspected that he wasn't really in Metropolis.
"Thanks for indulging me on this," Togata said. "Ever since I first heard about you, I couldn't stop thinking about how awesome it'd be to fight someone as strong as you. Just the thought of it's got my blood pumping!"
"Thanks, I guess," Midoriya said. He didn't have the same feelings as Togata, but it wasn't as if he couldn't understand him even a little. After all, if Togata really was one of the top students at U.A., then fighting him provided a perfect opportunity to see where he stood in the grand scheme of things. This wasn't how he planned for his day to go, but it was certainly a good direction. "Let's go!"
As soon as Midoriya took a step forward, all of Togata's clothes fell off. That definitely wasn't how he planned for things to go.
"Um…"
"Sorry, sorry! I always got trouble keeping my clothes on when I'm not wearing my Costume. Feel free to attack me while I put my pants on," Togata said.
That's a trap, right? Midoriya thought. It has to be a trap. It's definitely a trap… but I'm gonna take the bait, anyway! Midoriya glared at Togata and fired off a blast at heat vision. The twin beams were aimed squarely at his chest, a surefire yet, and they somehow phased through his body.
"No punching yet? Oh well," Togata said. He put his pants back on, but they quickly fell off again as he seemed to sink into the ground until he was completely out of sight. It was clear to Midoriya that Togata's power gave him the ability to phase through matter in some capacity, so at that moment, he was probably running through the ground to try and grab him from behind.
Before Midoriya could start thinking of a countermeasure, Togata appeared right in front of his face. Was he actually really fast? He threw a punch that Midoriya easily dodged, so that told him that that wasn't the case; it was a fast punch, but it didn't suggest that Togata would be fast enough to cross the distance between them as quickly as he did. The extra punches and kicks that he dodged further leaned into that.
"You're pretty quick on your feet! I love that!" Togata said. He threw a kick that nearly grazed Midoriya, and since all of Midoriya's attacks kept phasing through him, he took that as a sign to get out of close quarters. As such, Midoriya flew up into the air and fired off a blast of freeze breath at Togata. He wasn't quick enough to dodge, so he ended up encased in a block of ice, frozen in a goofy pose. After a few seconds, Togata—still locked in the goofy pose—fell down into the ground and vanished. Midoriya used his X-ray vision on the ground to try and track him, but by the time it was activated, there was no sign of Togata anywhere.
Then he felt it. He felt a burst of air coming at him from a low angle. It was Togata, seemingly flying through the air. The confusion of that, combined with the suddenness of his appearance, left Midoriya temporarily immobilized, and by the time he got it in his head that he should move, Togata had already punched him in the face. It didn't hurt, because of course it didn't, so what ended up catching Midoriya's attention was how Togata just kept smiling widely at him.
"Fuck! That hurt like hell!" Togata shouted. He kept smiling all the while, even as he fell to the ground onto his back. "Damn! I knew you were tough, but shit! That was like punching the walliest wall to ever wall!"
"A-Are you okay, Togata-senpai?" Midoriya asked as he floated down.
"I really don't know! Is it just my hand or… nope! That's my whole arm that's broken! Damn!"
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"
"Don't sweat it, man! Sure, I'm afraid that I'll pass out from shock the second I stop acting chipper, but that's not your fault, you know!"
"Okay, we're done here. Computer, end simulation," Amajiki said. In three seconds, Centennial Park faded away and was replaced by the original empty white room.
"Man, I haven't seen you hurt yourself that bad since freshman year. It's kinda funny," Hadou said.
"Tamaki, can you kiss it and make it better?" Togata asked as Amajiki put his pants back on him.
"It doesn't work like that," Amajiki said.
"Can you do it, anyway?"
"Not in front of the kid. Come on!"
"Again, I'm really sorry," Midoriya said. "But you know, it probably would have been easier if you tried to go inside my body and scramble up my insides or something."
"Would if I could, but I can't!" Togata said. "My Quirk is called Permeation, and it only lets me phase through stuff, not go inside it and mess things up like a scuba ghost! Then, if I deactivate it while inside of something, I get propelled at whatever angle I'm at at lightning speed! With that last attack, I shot myself diagonally at the statue of Lex Luthor, and then I shot myself off of the statue to get to you! For all the good it did me, anyway!"
"Y-Yeah. I guess that even with how strong you are, you're not strong enough to actually hurt me. Conversely, regardless of how strong I am, your reflexes are too good for me to land a hit. This fight showed me just how much I can improve. Thank you, Togata-senpai."
"The pleasure's all mine!" Togata slapped Midoriya's shoulder. Slapped it with his broken hand. "Fuck!"
"Is he always like this?"
"Pretty much," Hadou said.
"If you think that's bad, try dating the guy. It's all of this all the time times a thousand. God, I love this idiot."
"This idiot who loves you back is going into shock, so let's go to Recovery Girl!" Togata shouted.
If Midoriya was only going to take one thing away from today, it would be that the Big Three were both some of the weirdest—and some of the best—people he had ever met.
As Midoriya and the Big Three left the Mud Room, an alarm sounded off, followed by an announcement saying that something called "Security Level Three" was broken and that they all needed to evacuate the school. Just as Midoriya started to panic, Hadou said that she got a text from her friend Yuyu saying that all that happened was that a bunch of reporters snuck past the U.A. Barrier. There was no real cause for alarm, so they ignored it and went to Recovery Girl. Togata's arm was quickly fixed up, and after some light conversation between the four of them, it became time for fifth period. The Big Three walked Midoriya to his class, and as they approached the door, Togata and Hadou started elbowing Amajiki, repeatedly.
"Midoriya. We should, um, if you're not busy, you know, hang out after school. We can talk more about our anxieties, or just do whatever. I don't know," Amajiki said.
"Y-Yeah! That sounds nice," Midoriya said. "Togata-senpai, Hadou-senpai, do you two want to come along?"
"Sure, sounds like fun!" Togata said. "In all honesty, Tamaki probably couldn't handle being alone with you, anyway."
"No I could not, so thanks," Amajiki said.
"Midoriya-kun, you're such a sweetheart, thinking about others and junk," Hadou said. "It's too bad you have a penis, otherwise I'd try and snatch you up in a heartbeat."
"I'm flattered?"
"Great! See you later!" The three of them walked away from Midoriya, Midoriya smiling as he waved them off. When they were gone, he remembered that in spite of not wanting the job, he had been appointed class president.
"Just what am I supposed to do about that?" he asked himself as he opened the door. As soon as he stepped inside the classroom, he found himself stuck contemplating other things, like why most of the class were out of their seats and why Uraraka had suddenly jumped up into his face.
"Sic semper tyrannosaurus!" Uraraka shouted. "Wait, that's not—I told you not to make me do it!"
"This is funnier than it would have been if you got it right, so I see this as an absolute win," Jirou said.
"Okay, what is happening?" Midoriya asked.
"What's happening is a… a… Aoyama-kun, what was it again?" Uraraka asked.
"A coup d'état," Aoyama said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yeah, that! We're deposing you as class president and putting Iida-kun in your place!"
"You are? I'm not complaining, but why?" Midoriya asked.
"You didn't see it from wherever the hell you were, but when the evacuation alarm went off, everyone in the cafeteria went into a frenzy," Kaminari said. "Iida was the only one who saw that it was just the press, and then he shot himself up onto the wall to get us to listen to him. It was nuts!"
"I was simply doing what I had to do to prevent a crisis, just as my brother or Barry-san would do," Iida asked.
Who's Barry-san? Midoriya thought.
"Anyway, we all got to thinking that as uptight as Iida is, he's the perfect guy for the job if he could do something like that!" Kirishima said. "Nothing against you, Midoriya, though it sounds like you didn't even want it, so you pretty much dodged a bullet, right?"
"Definitely," Midoriya said. "Congratulations, Iida-kun. I'm sure you'll do a great job."
"Thank you! I will do my best to act in the manner that is expected of me!" Iida said with a deep bow.
"By the way, who ended up becoming vice-president?"
"Yeah, about that…" Uraraka trailed off and pointed to the back of the classroom. It was there that Kendou and Yaoyorozu were rapidly throwing out their fists only to keep revealing the exact same hands.
"This is still happening?"
"I know, right? It was kind of funny at first, but the novelty wore off sometime around third period."
"Worst. Catfight. Ever," Kaminari said.
"Tell me about it," Jirou said.
"Even I'm not turned on by this anymore," Mineta said.
"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" asked Aizawa as he and Yamashiro entered the classroom.
"Mr. Aizawa! Ms. Yamashiro!" Midoriya said. "Well, everyone had a change of vote and made Iida-kun class president instead of me, and Yaoyorozu-san and Kendou-san are still deciding which of them gets to be vice-president."
"I got the last part. Why is this still going on?"
"It is one of the many mysteries of life," Tokoyami said.
"Okay, I think this is as good a sign as any that we should stop this," Kendou said as the two of them both threw out scissors.
"Agreed," Yaoyorozu said. After one more tie game, Yaoyorozu made a Beebo arcade token emerge from the palm of her hand. "Heads you win, tails I win, and we let it drop to the floor."
"All right, let's do it." Yaoyorozu gave the token a masterful flick into the air. It flipped over dozens of times and fell down to the ground at great speed, ready to display its results.
The token landed on its side. Midoriya could tell that he wasn't the only one with eyes bulging out of their head.
"Okay, I've had enough of this crap. Kendou, Yaoyorozu, you're both vice-president."
"I don't think it works like—"
"You're both. Vice. President." The two of them quickly agreed to the terms. "Everyone sit down so we can start class."
"Well this certainly went in an unexpected direction," Yaoyorozu said.
"To think that at least one of us could've been president if someone had just quit from the start. Not that you won't do a good job, Iida, but still," Kendou said.
"I guess I should have been upfront about it. Sorry about that, Kendou-san," Midoriya said.
"Aha! I finally got it!" Uraraka said. "Iida-kun, Mineta-kun and I all voted for you, but if you voted for yourself, you would have had four votes. You voted for Kendou-san, didn't you?"
"What? U-Um, yeah, that's right."
"Yes! Man, that was killing me."
"Midoriya-san, I know it doesn't exactly matter anymore, but why did you decide to vote for Kendou-san?"
The eyes of the group were all on Midoriya, especially Kendou's. This was by far the worst situation he had been in all day. He voted for Kendou mainly because of a combination of the advice she gave him that morning and her giving him her only food for breakfast the previous day, but there was no way he could say that. For the latter, Kendou didn't know that he knew that, and it wouldn't be right of him to ruin such a kind and private gesture; for the former, it just felt kind of embarrassing to mention it.
"I-I picked Kendou-san because I thought she'd be best for the job, plain and simple!" Midoriya said. "I mean, she's smart and kind and a really good fighter, so it just made sense, you know? I-I guess I could say the same about you, Yaoyorozu-san, but—and I don't mean to be rude—I feel like Kendou-san's more down to Earth than you? Like when you got on her case this morning about her being vulgar, and I heard from Ashido-san that you didn't get a joke she tried telling you yesterday. That's not exactly a bad thing, it's perfectly fine if you're that kind of person, but I just, you know, felt that it'd be better if we had a leader who wasn't always serious."
It was a truth, even if it wasn't the main truth.
"No, that's quite all right," Yaoyorozu said. "I've often felt as if I don't understand a lot of what goes on around me. A lot of that is most likely a result of growing up in a wealthy background, but my mothers could only do so much. Yes. I'll take this as a sign of me needing to become more in touch with the common folk!" If that was her goal, then she should try to not refer to people as "common folk."
"What does this say about me, though?" Iida asked. "I also occasionally have trouble understanding jokes, as Wallace seems to love pointing out. No, you said that that isn't necessarily a bad thing, so I won't let it affect me too much. I must simply perform my duties as class president to the best of my abilities and—Kendou-kun, what's wrong with your face?!"
"Huh? What?" were the words that flew out of Kendou's mouth.
"It's red like a tomato! Are you sick? Have you had the proper vaccinations?"
"Uh, yeah! Yeah! I'm just, you know, hot! Feeling hot, I mean, because it is a scorcher today, right?"
"It is kinda hot today," Midoriya said.
"Right! Yeah! I think I might fry an egg on the sidewalk after school! Anyone wanna join me?"
"That doesn't seem sanitary," Yaoyorozu said.
"Are you paying for the eggs?" Uraraka asked.
"All of you sit down, already!" Aizawa shouted. They had only been talking for a minute, but it was best not to make him angrier. Iida and Uraraka headed to their side of the room while Midoriya, Kendou, and Yaoyorozu sat in their little grouping. For some reason, Kendou was going out of her way to not make eye contact with Midoriya.
"Come to think of it, who voted for me?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"It's a real mystery," Todoroki said.
The last two periods of the day came and went as one would expect. Midoriya thought he would be disappointed that Hero Training was only a lecture, but it was actually enjoyable; it certainly didn't take as long to get done.
Nevertheless, the school day came to an end. Midoriya and his four main companions left the classroom, and Kendou appeared to be far less red in the face than she was before. When Midoriya asked her about it, she just said that she wasn't feeling so hot anymore and it wasn't anything worth worrying about. Fair enough.
As the Monstars headed for the front door, they came across the Big Three, whom Midoriya nearly forgot he agreed to meet up with. Midoriya quickly introduced the parties to one another, and after that, Amajiki wasted no time turning his back to everyone.
"Midoriya, I liked you better when you were by yourself. Please get rid of these other people," Amajiki said.
"Okay, that's too much, man!" Togata said. "Sorry about Tamaki; he mostly doesn't mean it."
"Why won't you all become potatoes, already?"
"Is that a euphemism, of some sort?" Iida asked.
"It's a long story, mostly," Midoriya asked.
"Yeah, don't worry about Amajiki-kun, he's always been like—hey, Iida-kun, your brother's Ingenium, right? What's it like to be related to so many famous people?" Hadou asked.
"Well, if I could speak freely—" Iida never finished as Hadou bounced over to Yaoyorozu.
"Yaoyorozu-san, you look like a smart girl. Are you top of your class? Oh, Kendou-san, I heard you can do some sort of Super Bajiquan thing. What school do you study at? Uraraka-san…" Hadou trailed off with a bit of mumbling.
"Hadou-senpai, are you all right?"
"What? Oh, sorry. I got so caught up in looking at you that I forgot what I wanted to say."
"What? What… What?" Uraraka's face was a mixture of conflicting emotions, that much Midoriya could tell.
"So! We gonna stand around talking or are we gonna go out and have some fun?" Togata asked.
"Let us go to karaoke! That's what the common folk do, yes?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"Sounds about right," Iida said.
"You probably shouldn't call us common folk, though," Kendou said.
"I want a big room where I can hide and be unseen," Amajiki said.
"And miss out on you singing DarliFra? Sorry, no can do!" Togata said, grabbing Amajiki's hand and pulling him out the door. Amajiki stared at Midoriya for a second before rolling his eyes and smiling. From there, everyone was out of the building. Iida and Yaoyorozu were walking around like normal; Uraraka seemed to alternate between walking far away from Hadou and walking relatively close to her; Kendou copied Uraraka to a certain extent before finally settling on walking next to Midoriya.
This was a really good day, Midoriya surmised.
This was a terrible day, All Might surmised. It started off so well, but thanks to a certain meddlesome mouse-dog-bear thing, it all fell apart into a bunch of nonsensical nonsense.
"That was a dirty trick you pulled, sir," All Might said. He had an emergency meeting to get to, yet he was standing in principal Nedzu's office, looking out the window as Midoriya and his friends—old and new—headed off of school grounds.
"To be honest, I didn't plan this part out," Nedzu said, watching the same scene while standing on top of a box. "I really do want Midoriya-kun to become a Hero who can change society for the better, and since Amajiki-kun is a top student who's gone through his own issues of anxiety and self-doubt, I thought putting the two of them together would be a good idea. I honestly didn't have any plans beyond that, though I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't happy with how things ended up going. After all, if Midoriya-kun and Togata-kun are together, it would be easy for certain people to draw comparisons between the two of them, don't you think?"
It was days like this that All Might wished Nedzu had stayed in England with Detective Chimp.
"You do know why I made you Togata-kun's homeroom teacher, yes?"
"Of course I do; I'm not an idiot."
"Could have fooled me, because from what I've heard, you've been going out of your way to interact with Togata-kun as little as possible." It was like a punch to the gut. "I don't expect you to make a decision at the drop of a hat—not again, anyway—but you won't be able to make one if you don't even talk to him."
"I know! I know." All Might took in a breath. "From what I've seen of Young Togata, he's exactly as you described him: he's not very book smart, but he's a genius fighter, and he has the kind of personality that puts everyone at ease and makes them smile as brightly as he does. Based on that, he'd normally be a perfect candidate for my successor."
"And the reason he's not is that you're still hung up on Midoriya-kun, I take it?" All Might nodded his head.
"It would have been easier if Young Midoriya had flat-out rejected my offer, but he gave me a wishy-washy, noncommittal response; he hasn't completely made up his mind. What if I made Young Togata my successor, only for Young Midoriya to decide that he does want to do it? Or what if it turns out that Young Togata isn't as good a fit for the job?"
"It's not like neither of those situations could come to pass, but we don't have the luxury of letting you stand around to ask hypotheticals," Nedzu said. "At the rate that your power is dropping, you'll likely be unable to be the Symbol of Peace in a year's time. Knowing that, it's rather selfish of you to be treating this with the same level of seriousness as a lovestruck schoolgirl trying to decide which of her friends to go to the prom with, don't you think?" Another punch to the gut, and just like the last one, it was far from unwarranted.
"I only have a year left, you say? Young Togata graduates in a year, as well. That works out, then. I'll try and do what I can to make a decision before then, but if by graduation, Young Midoriya is either still hesitant or flat-out rejects me, then I'll gladly pass down One for All to Young Togata."
The words were there to convince not just Nedzu of his resolve, but All Might, as well. He didn't know how well it worked for either party, but that was something to think more about after the meeting.
"So there I was, walking back to U.A. after picking up a Starman-bucks low fat, double-whipped soy latte—now available in limited time double-stuffed Choco flavor—and you know what I see? All of the so-called 'legitimate' members of the fourth estate running onto school grounds to try and score an interview with All Might! 'Legitimate.' Why? Because they sell out their integrity to kiss spandex-clad ass all the time? If that makes you legitimate, then I am happy dying a fake.
"Anyway, back to U.A. Turns out that someone destroyed the famous U.A. Barrier, and that was how everyone was able to get in. I know what you're thinking: 'But Holly! That thing's supposed to be made of Sixth Metal! You can't just destroy something like that!' You're right, you can't. Who wants to bet that it being made of Sixth Metal was just a lie they told so they could get away with buying cheap materials? I certainly do! After all, they just finished their entrance exam, so they need to put their money into building more dumb robots, right? Fuck you. You're really going to put stock in something that a bunch of kids can destroy with ease? God, when did this country turn to such shit? Wearing a cape doesn't mean you can do whatever you want! Put on your big boy pants and grow up, assholes!
"Okay, it's time for a commercial break, so here's Underworld."
"Born Slippy .NUXX" started playing in Alexis' ears. It was certainly a good song, but she didn't need to be listening to anything anymore, so she pulled down her Beats by Canary headphones.
"I must say, Mercy, this Hero Hater Holly is quite the opinionated woman," Alexis said.
"I bet it's just an act to get ratings," Mercy said, walking next to Alexis while holding a briefcase.
"I'd take that bet, but I'm the one who fills your wallet." Mercy shrugged her shoulders. "No, I think her emotions are genuine. When people fake investment, there's always a little tell in their tone that points you in the direction of where their true allegiances lie."
"I've never noticed that, but I'll take your word for it." Alexis didn't hold it against Mercy. As trained as she was, that kind of skill was something you could only obtain by living in Alexis' world. Her world was one where lying was a subconscious act on everyone's part, a common action all would-be shakers and movers did in the hopes of getting what you wanted. What most people didn't know, however, was that the true path to success was the opposite of that. The true path to success wasn't filling heads with lies to get your way, but beating people down with truths to force them onto your path. Anyone could tell a lie if they tried hard enough, but only the elite amongst the elites had the brains and charisma to speak honestly and not have it blow up in their face in front of people who were beneath them.
It was time to put that into action.
"Excuse me! I'd like to come in!" Alexis said, drawing out each word as she knocked on the door in front of her. She heard a few whispers, heard what sounded like an explosion of smoke, and then she heard an okay to come in. With that, she and Mercy could step into the U.A. conference hall. "Good afternoon, teachers of U.A. High. I am Alexis Lois Luthor, but my friends, the few that exist, call me 'Lexi.' This is one of those friends, Mercy Graves, who also doubles as my assistant and bodyguard."
"Hey," Mercy said.
"We know who you two are. You're not exactly hard to forget, no matter how much we might want to," Eraserhead said.
"Hey, they're students here just like everyone else, so show them some respect! I'm sorry about him, Miss Luthor; he's always like this and never even tries to learn." Alexis smiled at Power Loader's words. It was so nice and so easy getting him in her corner. He was more astounded by her portable, Tritium-powered fusion reactor than anyone, and it was easy to take those feelings of astonishment and mold them into ones of devotion. Her grandfather would have been proud.
"So! Ms. Luthor, you were the one who requested to be part of this meeting—I still don't know how you even found out about it—so the floor is yours," said principal Nedzu.
"Thank you, purinshiparu Nedzu. My reason for being here is the same as yours: figuring out what to do about the destruction of the U.A. Barrier."
"We've already put in an order for a new wall," Eraserhead said.
"That's nice and all, but it doesn't truly solve the underlying problem, now does it?"
"It fixes the wall, so I'd say it does a pretty good job—"
"What did the Villains take from us, Misutah Eraserhead?" Alexis cut in. Eraserhead shut his mouth. Good; he was learning his place.
"Alexis, what are you talking about?" asked Midnight, a cold sweat dripping down her cheek.
"Don't play dumb with me, Misu Midnight. The rest of the kids in this school might be too caught in their own garbage to think about how the U.A. Barrier was destroyed, but a Sixth Metal wall doesn't just fall apart unless someone wanted it to fall apart, and that's something only a Villain would care about. Obviously, no one was attacked or killed, because you certainly wouldn't be able to cover that up, so it had to have been something smaller. They took something, right? What did they take?"
The room was silent; everyone was looking at each other nervously. Alexis had them exactly where she wanted them, and she loved it.
"Starting from thirty seconds before the alarm went off, there are about two minutes of looped footage of every area of the school with surveillance equipment," said Nedzu. "Nothing from the classrooms, the teacher's lounge, or any of the facilities was out of place, so whatever they were after, it was most likely something they just had to see and be done with."
"Ah, yes, that makes sense. Still, it proves that your security is far from efficient. Even if you get a new Barrier, what would stop this Villain from destroying it all over again? What if the next time it happens, he doesn't want to just prance around the rose garden and leave, but actually force the custodial staff to clean up some human bean juice, as it were?"
"Did you only want to be here to point out the obvious and say that we can't do our jobs?" Eraserhead asked.
"I didn't come here just for that. Mercy, the papers." Mercy opened up her briefcase on the conference table to reveal a stack of manila folders. She quickly walked around the room and handed one to each staff member. They all started reading the contents of the folders, and the vast majority of them started nodding their heads in acknowledgment of Alexis' brilliance.
"Yes, this certainly would be of great help," Nedzu said. "What would you want in return, though? Money is relatively no object, but—"
"Oh no, I don't need your money. Save it for a new espresso machine, or something. What I want for compensation is far more valuable than money."
Alexis wished she could see the smile she was wearing. It felt like a good one.
Pony Tsunotori Goes America All Over Everybody's Ass
"It's time to pick a class president. Decide amongst yourselves how you'll do it." That was what Sekijirou Kan, AKA Vlad King, said to Pony Tsunotori and the rest of 1-B during homeroom on the second day of school. Back in America, class presidents weren't really a thing, but she figured that being one at a Hero School—especially one like U.A.—could probably be useful for providing extra training in leadership abilities; it might even look good on a resume when applying to be a Sidekick. With that in mind, Pony threw her metaphorical hat into the ring, along with everyone else in the class, apparently.
The class decided to settle things with a tournament of rock-paper-scissors. Little did they know that Pony was the Capullo Middle School champion of rock-paper-scissors, so winning it would be easy. Sure enough, Pony won every one of her matches and ended up in the finals against Neito Monoma, a guy with slick blonde hair and a cocky expression permanently etched into his face. He probably wouldn't look so cocky once Pony wiped the floor with him, though.
Just as Pony got ready to do just that, Neito held up a hand and told them all to stop.
"What's the holdup, Monoma?" asked Setsuna, a girl with pointed teeth and dark green hair.
"It just occurred to me that while rock-paper-scissors was fine to narrow down the competition, it's hardly the best to definitively decide who gets to be president," Neito said. "While the ability to read your opponent's actions and plan things out accordingly is a great asset for a leader to have, they also need to be able to have the charisma to get others to follow their lead. As such, I believe that instead of rock-paper-scissors, Tsunotori-san and I should finish things up by giving speeches to the class!"
"Enzetsu?!" Pony shouted before quickly covering her mouth.
"You know, that's actually a good point," said Sen, a shaggy-haired boy with lazy eyes.
"Durr, I guess that makes sense," said Kojiro, a large boy with yellow skin and a glue dispenser for a head.
"That sounds like a way better fight, so let's do it," said Togaru, an aggressive boy with the head of a praying mantis. Everyone else in the class went on like that until too many people were in agreement for Pony to be able to argue against it.
"I think I'll get things started, then," Neito said. He stepped up to the front of the class, but not before flashing a wicked smirk in Pony's direction.
That jerk! Pony thought. He knew that he couldn't beat me at rock-paper-scissors, so he set this up knowing that I'd give a bad speech because I can't speak Japanese all that well! What am I supposed to do, though? I'm not going to get anyone to vote for me if I just speak in fragments, and they won't understand me if I use too much English!
What do I do? What would the girls do? Steph, she'd probably just power through no matter how much she was embarrassing herself, but I don't have the heart for that! Cass, she'd just stand there and not say a word for five minutes and then run off to make out with Steph, neither of which helps me! Maps, she'd try and win by comparing everything to Serpents & Spells, but I haven't played the newest expansion yet! Olly, she'd try and win people over with her whole "I don't care about this" attitude, but I actually do care about this! Pom Pom, she'd be all like, "Why the hell are you putting me in your fantasies? Knock it off!" She'd totally do that, and I can't use that for anything!
"Which is why a vote for Neito Monoma is a vote for the absolute best. Thank you." In the midst of all of that, Neito apparently finished his speech. Everyone applauded him, and Pony felt like each clap was a punch to the face.
"Tsunotori, you're up," said Vlad. Pony gulped and headed to the front of the class. She walked past Neito, and he flashed her the same wicked smirk from earlier. The nerve of him.
"Watashi no namae wa—My name is Tsunotori Pony—no, Pony Tsunotori. Etto—Um, the riyuu—reason I think I should be iinchou—I mean, um, what was that kotoba, again? Aw, I'm dusted."
"We don't have all day, Tsunotori." The class started whispering to each other and throwing out weird looks. It made her feel sick. Then she looked at Neito, and he was still wearing that wicked smirk of his.
It made her feel mad.
"Kuso kurae," Pony cursed under her breath. "Kikitai koto wa hitotsu: Why am I the best for the job? You wanna know why? Because I grew up in Gotham!" That elicited a multitude of shocked whispers and expressions. "Yeah, it might not be the wretched hive of scum and villainy it was isseiki mae, but it still sucks living there! Still, you can't do it if you aren't tough, and the fact that I'm still alive should say enough about that." Pony could see and hear people expressing their approval.
"You can't be that tough if you had to run away from it. Or maybe Gotham just isn't all it's cracked up to be," Neito said.
"Urusai, twip!"
"Huh? What'd you call me? Seriously, what did you call me?"
"I said urusai! If you didn't live in Gotham, you don't get to criticize it; it's our stinkhole, got it?! Even then, it still gets the job done. It makes you go home dirty every day, but you also go home tsuyoku ni. Anyone who can make it through life in Gotham is chou tough, and if you don't believe me, open up a history book. Either way, I'm by far the most wang person for the job."
"What does—forget it. Anyway, isn't it kind of shallow for you to try and base your skills on where you grew up?"
"You're only saying that because you've never been to Gotham, so stop trying to assassinate my character, Monoma-san!"
"I'm just saying—"
"Stop treading on me!"
"Now you're just saying words you heard randomly to try and sound smart—"
"I said stop treading on me! Stop… okay, okay. I'm gonna rise up, I'm gonna kick a little ass, gonna kick some ass in the USA, gonna climb a mountain, gonna sew a flag, gonna fly on an eagle, I'm gonna kick some butt, I'm gonna drive a big truck, I'm gonna rule this world, gonna kick some ass, gonna rise up, kick a little ass, rock, flag, and eagle!"
Everyone stared blankly at Pony. Understandable; even she had no idea why she did that.
Gotham City. No longer the wretched hive of scum and villainy that it was a hundred years ago, but still a wretched hive of scum and villainy, nonetheless. Whenever people thought about crime and fear, Gotham City was was the first place to come to mind, for even in the present day, every Villain who walked its streets was the embodiment of chaos and depravity.
"Hurry up and send them wenches overboard, lads!" The rivers and waterways were a different story. The sort of Villains who would cause trouble there weren't usually the ones people thought of when they thought about Gotham. Like Cap'n Fear, for example. He wasn't among the A-listers Gotham was famous for, or even the B and C-listers. He was just a river pirate who always tried to rob socialites at their fancy yacht parties—he was currently putting that into practice on the Finger River—but his tactics were incredibly basic. Still, it gave Spoiler and Batgirl a fight that was challenging enough to keep them alert, but not so challenging that it would exhaust them after a long day of school.
"They're not failing from a lack of trying, you know," Spoiler said as she dodged a swing from a cutlass with a backflip, said backflip leading to a kick straight into the back of a pirate's skull. The pirate with the cutlass swung at her again, but Batgirl—elegantly, as always—came in from the left and kicked it out of his hands before knocking him out with a jab to the solar plexus.
"Yo ho—no, that's bad," Batgirl said before throwing three Batarangs into the mouths of some rifles. Spoiler did the same with her Spoilerangs, and the rifles exploded in their owner's hands, allowing the two of them to tie them up with their rope guns and toss them into other pirates.
Spoiler Alert's going off, Spoiler thought. Using her Quirk to her advantage, Spoiler bent down backward and dodged an incoming cannonball with ease, the attack coming from Cap'n Fear using his own Quirk to transform his arm into a cannon. He got ready to fire again, but Batgirl had already grabbed his cannon arm and hit him with a judo flip, slamming him into a giant ice sculpture of a panda bear that shattered on impact.
"Hey." Before Cap'n Fear could get up, Batgirl jumped over to him and landed hard on his face. "Looks like you've got a black spot. On your face."
"Hey, nice quip! Witty, relevant to the themes of the fight; you're getting really good at those," Spoiler said right before punching a pirate approaching her from behind without even looking at him.
"I do what I can." The once hostage socialites applauded Spoiler and Batgirl for their continued success at keeping Gotham safe. The two of them took a bow, with Spoiler thinking about how good it felt to have a standing ovation. As she bowed, her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to look at her text message.
"Oh my God, that's awesome!" Spoiler whispered. "Hey, hey, look at this!" Spoiler handed her phone over to Batgirl, and her partner simply replied with, "Schway."
After handing Cap'n Fear and his crew off to the police, Spoiler and Batgirl found a dark alley downtown to change out of their costumes. They shedded the eggplant and black ensembles of Spoiler and Batgirl and changed into the eggplant and black ensembles of Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain—and in Stephanie's case, eggplant skin—before running off to the nearest Batburger to meet up with their friends.
"Hey, guys! Sorry we're late," Stephanie said after they located their friends.
"Only by ten minutes, so that's actually on time for you two," said Pomeline Fritch, a dark-skinned redhead with a hint of a French accent.
"Nice," Cassandra said with a thumbs up.
"Oh my crap, Cass, you've got blood all over your hands!" said Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi, a short girl with freckles and a yellow bow in her hair who was also the only one of them wearing pants. "Steph, you too! What happened?"
"What, this?" Stephanie held her hand to her face and cursed in her head. The blood had to have been from when they were trapped in Cap'n Fear's Shark Tank of Doom; they had to use pieces of broken glass to untie themselves because they couldn't reach their canisters of shark repellent Bat Spray. She needed to either come up with a good excuse for it or roll with whatever one was thrown her way.
"Has yours and Cass' foreplay gotten that rough?" Pomeline asked.
"Fuck you."
"Come on guys, you know Mr. McGinnis gives them boxing lessons after school. They probably just forgot to bandage their hands, right?" asked Olive Silverlock, a dark-skinned girl with white hair who had a knowing look in her eye.
"Yeah, that's right, Olly. That's what happened, right Cass?"
"Definitely," Cassandra said. Olive winked at them, and they winked back, Cassandra doing so with her third eye. It was good to have someone in the know, especially when said someone could squash unwarranted rumors about her and Cassandra's sex life. Like they needed to be the kind of people who used violence for arousal. Ridiculous.
"All right, all right, just sit down, you two," Pomeline said. The two of them sat down and Olive handed them each a Zesti Cola.
"You guys got Pony's text, right?" Stephanie asked.
"Totally!" Maps said. She pulled out her phone and brought up a picture of Pony in her U.A. uniform shaking hands with a smug-looking kid in her class. Underneath was a text that read, "Guess who got voted class president? This girl!" followed by a string of nonsensical emojis.
"I'm so proud of Pony. Look at her making friends off in a foreign land and junk."
"Guess her going to U.A. when she could have just gone to Gotham Academy with us wasn't such a dumb idea, after all," Olive said.
"Our school's still better, though," Pomeline said.
"Yeah, but let's not rub it in her face, Pom Pom. Not yet, anyway," Maps said.
"A toast," Cassandra said, holding her Zesti Cola up in the air. "To Pony."
"""To Pony!""" Stephanie and the rest of the Detective Club held up their own drinks and took a synchronized drink. It would have been better if Pony was there to join them, but this would have to do.
Either way, it was just good to know that her friend was doing fine on her own.
In case anyone's wondering why Pony doesn't have a nickname, in this story, Pony is her nickname.
Chapter 19: Five Days of Interludes
Chapter Text
Lounging with Lexi
The walk to school for Midoriya was far more enjoyable than it was the previous day. The sun was shining brighter, he was able to do a better job of putting Bakugou out of mind, his friends were unified in their discussions of high-concept movie theories, it was a good time for all.
It was a good time for all until they all got to the school gate.
"What in the world is this?!" Iida shouted. Perfectly warranted, as spread out in front of them was a large assortment of metallic tubes jutting out of the sidewalk and school gate, each one topped with what looked like a giant eyeball. The tubes were moving around wildly from student to student and faculty member to faculty member, projecting a purple light over each of them for a few seconds before moving on to someone else.
"Th-This wasn't always here, right?" Uraraka asked.
"Doubtful. This seems like a rather difficult thing to miss," Yaoyorozu said. Just then, the tubes moved over to the five of them and projected the purple light across their bodies; Uraraka jumped back behind Midoriya to protect herself.
"IZUKU MIDORIYA. STUDENT. ALL CLEAR. OCHACO URARAKA. STUDENT. ALL CLEAR. MOMO YAOYOROZU. STUDENT. ALL CLEAR. TENYA IIDA. STUDENT. ALL CLEAR. ITSUKA—UPDATING… ITSUKA KENDOU. STUDENT. ALL CLEAR," came a robotic voice from a speaker on the tubes. The tubes that scanned them all bent back into straight lines and receded down into holes in the ground that closed up the second after they entered them.
"Well. That happened," Kendou said. "What is this, a new security system, or something?"
"It appears so," Yaoyorozu said. "When was this installed, however? And by whom?" Midoriya wanted to know, as well. A few dozen meters away, he saw another tube attempting to scan Yamashiro as she continually ran away from it. Using his enhanced vision, he saw that inside of the eye's pupil was an all too familiar slanted "L," the sight of which made him feel sick to his stomach.
"LexCorp?!" Midoriya shouted.
""LexCorp?"" the rest of the Monstars said in unison. Suddenly, the day didn't feel so relaxing.
Naturally, the conversation shifted to a discussion about Alexis Luthor: how she, of all people, was now providing U.A. security; what she, of all people, would hope to gain from it; why she, of all people, was even at U.A., to begin with. As all of that bounced back and forth, Midoriya made the mistake of saying something that forced out the reveal of him being acquainted with her, something he was trying his hardest to avoid. He was able to get away with a half-truth of just talking to her a bit after running into her on his way home from a workout one day, but having his friends know he had any relation to her at all was still too much, just like how she was too much.
One of the only people his age who knew he was an alien, yet he couldn't have a conversation with her. Part of that was because she both a member of the most dangerous family on the planet and the youngest member of the main branch, part of it was just because of how strange her personality was; between the charismatic ruthlessness, the obsessive appreciation of anime, and the fact that she was a young woman taking such an invested interest in him, he had no idea what to make of her, and he was honestly not in the mood to figure it out. It was lunchtime, so he just wanted to get a katsudon and eat away all of his troubles in peace.
"Izuku!" Naturally, that was something he wouldn't be allowed to do, going by the sudden appearance of the sing-songy voice of Alexis.
"A-A-Alexis-san! Mercy-san!" Midoriya said, greeting the two people who barged into class 1-A out of nowhere. They each took a few steps forward before stopping right in front of Midoriya's desk, Alexis keeping both of her arms behind her back.
"Holy shit, that's Alexis Luthor! She really does go to school with us!" Kirishima said.
"She's like, one of the smartest people in the world, right? Shouldn't she be in college or a lab or something?" Ashido asked.
"The hell're Baldy and Beanpole doing here?" Bakugou asked.
"Wait, what did you call them?" Kaminari asked.
"Pretty sure I heard her call him by his first name," Jirou said.
"Really? What's up with that?" Hagakure asked.
"Anyone else want the tall one to step on them?" Mineta asked. The rest of the class became absorbed into that sort of talk, and all Midoriya could do was sit there and think about how unwanted a position all of this was putting him in.
"This sure is a lively bunch," Alexis said.
"Noisy's more like it," Mercy said.
"C-C-Can I help you with something?"
"As a matter of fact, Izuku, you can," Alexis said. She moved her arms in front of her body to reveal a small box wrapped in a cloth patterned with mathematical symbols; considering who he was dealing with, the cloth was undoubtedly a JoJo reference. "Care to have lunch with me?"
"No. Absolutely not." That was what Midoriya wanted to say, but he couldn't. As soon as Alexis gave the proposal, Kendou started staring at him with such intensity that it felt like she was the one with heat vision. The rest of the class joined in as well, every single one of them focusing their attention on Midoriya. It was like when a man makes a public spectacle of a proposal in order to manipulate the atmosphere in his favor and increase his odds of success.
Midoriya didn't know if Alexis planned that or if it was purely accidental, but either way, he found himself agreeing to it.
"I wish we didn't have to do this in the cafeteria, Izuku," Alexis said. "Not just because it's forced such a large amount of spectators around us, but because I really wanted to eat on the rooftop. Just think about how that could go: watching the clouds roll on by, telling a funny joke, grabbing a chain link fence with one hand as one of us contemplates the future; it could have been great! Unfortunately, I have no idea how to get to the roof of this place, and it's gotten to the point where it's too much trouble to not simply pay someone to do it for me."
"Okay?" Midoriya said. Between the crowd of people staring at them and Alexis sitting in front of him just being Alexis, Midoriya had no idea where he was supposed to look.
"Speaking of this school, I must say that I'm quite surprised by the uniform. Given all of the U.A. High cosplays I've seen online, I assumed that the skirt would be a lot shorter, but it's actually very on the level. Then there's the gym uniform; a unisex tracksuit? Really? This is Japan, so where are the bloomers? It's not like I actually wanted to wear them or anything, but are bloomers really going the way of the dodo? That's rather tragic, in its own way."
"I love the way you think," Mineta said.
"Lexi, can I punch this little whatever this is?" Mercy asked. Mineta gasped and put up a quick guard.
"Come now Mercy, don't be so brash," Alexis said. "After all, he looks like the kind of person who'd just enjoy it, so the better punishment is to leave him untouched and unsatisfied."
"Hey!" Mineta said, throwing a finger up before quickly putting it down and slinking off into the background. The whole thing truly said everything that needed to be said.
"So Luthor, you and Midoriya seem to be pretty… something," Kendou said. "When we asked him about you, he said that you two just ran into each other on the street and that was it."
"Oh, that would be a gross exaggeration, Itsuka," Alexis said. Midoriya didn't remember the two of them being introduced to one another.
"Is that right." Kendou took an almost mechanical sip of her coffee.
"It is, actually. We spoke for a great deal about his goals in life, and I came to the conclusion that he's a rather interesting person, one I really want to get to know better, even more than I already do, which is quite a lot."
"Is that right." Kendou took an almost mechanical sip of her coffee.
"So all that security outside is you, right?!" Midoriya asked, trying his hardest to break the tension.
"That's right. With the U.A. Barrier destroyed, I thought it would make sense for this school to have some proper security," Alexis said. "I call it the Zephrymore System; installed it last night, built it when I was seven. It's directly linked to the school's computer system, giving it immediate access to everyone's data for instant verification on everyone associated with the school. Anyone who's either not in the system or unable to provide ID is immediately ejected off of school grounds, and it's not afraid to get violent. Plus, with an AI programmed by me, you'd have to be me to be able to hack into it, so with all of that, the Zephrymore System is essentially flawless."
"It's creepy and intrusive, so I don't know about that," Midoriya said under his breath. "You said you installed it yesterday. How much did the school pay you to do that?"
"Oh no, I did it for free. I get to count this as an assignment with Misutah Power Loader, and they gave me something worth far more than money." Unsettling. "But enough about you and me, let's start eating! I really didn't want this to have taken so long, but on Monday, Mercy and I were forced to attend this group meeting for all of the foreign students in the school, and yesterday, I missed out on lunch because I was caught up in a comment war on Reddit as a result of a post I made. I don't care what people say, the Studio Deen adaptation of Fate/stay night is not objectively worse than Ufotable's Unlimited Blade Works; it even does some things better, and I will always be of that state of mind."
"Can we please just eat?"
"Of course." Alexis untied the cloth around her lunch to reveal a box made of sleek, shiny, and expensive looking wood.
"I've never seen better-looking wood in my life," Uraraka said.
"Bet she's got one of those rich person lunches with prawns and tempura and sushi and stuff," said Kirishima, his mouth salivating a little.
"That would end up being a strange coincidence," Yaoyorozu said. Other people threw in their guesses for what sort of fanciful foods Alexis had brought, but as it turned out, they were all wrong. The contents of her box lunch, as it turned out, were as follows: boiled vegetables, omelets, hamburger steak, white rice with a dried plum, and hot dogs cut to look like octopi.
In short, it was the stereotypical box lunch of a Japanese student.
"You're all stunned silent, aren't you? I'm not surprised; this does warrant that kind of response," Alexis said with a proud look on her face.
"Maybe not for all the reasons you're thinking of," Sero said.
"Why? Are you not impressed at how I was able to perfectly assemble the stereotypical box lunch of a Japanese student?"
"This is on purpose?!" Midoriya asked.
"Of course. I've seen these lunches too many times to count in anime and manga, especially the slice-of-life ones. This box lunch, in particular, was modeled after the one seen in episode one of Kaguya-sama, perfectly reconstructed down to the last grain of rice. It makes my heart leap with joy to know that I can finally have a meal like this in its country of origin."
For some reason, she wiped a tear from her eye.
"Well, I'm eating katsudon, for what it's worth."
"Not much, in all honesty," Mercy said, opening up a brown paper bag to reveal a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Right." From there, they fell into a bit of silence. It was nice. Alexis would smile and dance around a bit in her seat every time she had a bite of her lunch, and everyone was still watching them like they were attractions at a zoo, but other than that, it was surprisingly manageable.
"Izuku, eat my wiener." Then there was that because of course there was that. Off in the crowd, Mineta, Kaminari, and various other people looked ready to pass out.
"Please tell me you mean the hotdog."
"More or less, I suppose. I just realized that I should have an actual Japanese person judge the authenticity of my lunch, so how about it?"
"I don't—"
"Too late!" With that being said, Alexis jammed her wiener—that is to say, her octopus-shaped hotdog—into Midoriya's mouth. There wasn't really a way of justifying spitting it out, so he was forced to chew and swallow the food.
"Oh my God," Midoriya said once he was done, for there was nothing else that would be appropriate.
"Midoriya-kun, is it really that good?" Iida asked. Midoriya didn't answer him. Instead, he reached over to Alexis' side of the table, took a handful of rice, and swallowed it whole.
"Oh my God!"
"Midoriya-kun, it really is that good?!" Iida asked.
Kendou took an almost mechanical sip of her coffee.
"Bullshit. Give me some of that," Bakugou said, making his way to the front of the crowd. Before anyone could say anything, he grabbed one of Alexis' omelets and a few vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth. After a few seconds, he was done chewing and went back to scowling. "The hell are you on about, Deku? My mom makes better food than this crap."
"That's the whole thing, Kacchan!" Midoriya said. "Alexis-san's food isn't great, nor is it terrible; it's just average. Aggressively average, even. The flavor of the food tastes like anything I could eat on any given day, but as I was eating her rice and her wiener—I mean hot dog!—I could tell that it was constructed with the kind of expert craftsmanship that takes years of training to obtain. All of that is there, yet it still tastes like something you can buy at a train station or a convenience store! Alexis-san, did you go out of your way to have this food taste average?"
"Of course!" Alexis said, wearing the proudest of looks on her face. "What part of 'stereotypical box lunch of a Japanese student' did you miss, Izuku? If I had it taste better or worse than that, then it would be reflective of a specific character type, and all I want to do is have the kind of meal that any sort of character can eat, regardless of the genre and plot."
"Just how many screws do you have loose, anyway?" Bakugou asked. Everyone turned towards him, with basically everyone other than Alexis having a shocked expression. "Givin' up a good meal just to pretend you're in an anime? The hell is wrong with you, you fucking otaku?"
"Do you have a death wish, man?!" Kirishima shouted.
"It's fine, Eijiro, I'm used to this kind of thing from people who assume they're more important," Alexis said. Midoriya didn't remember the two of them being introduced to one another. "However, Katsuki, I do take offense to you calling me an otaku. I'm an American, so the proper term of endearment is 'fucking weeb.'"
"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you, Baldy!" Bakugou shouted.
"Seriously man, knock it—wait, what? Baldy?" Kirishima asked.
"Because of Lex Luthor?" Ashido asked.
At that moment, Alexis erupted into a fit of laughter, her breath hitching at random points and her fist pounding against the table.
"I can't—I can't believe you—Baldy! It's still—It's still—It's still—Baldy! It's just as stupidly funny the second time!"
"It's not supposed to be funny, bitch!" In spite of Bakugou's protests, Alexis kept laughing up a storm.
"Lexi, the meeting," Mercy said, shaking Alexis' shoulder.
"What—What did you—oh, yes. Yes," Alexis said. She regained a bit of her composure and scarfed down the rest of her aggressively average box lunch. "Sorry to eat and run Izuku, but I need to be on a conference call to oversee the hostile takeover of a small business. I hope to see you again soon, though; I have a feeling I'm going to start learning even more about you pretty soon."
Please don't, Midoriya thought as Alexis and Mercy left the table.
"Goodbye to the rest of you as well, I suppose, and a special goodbye to you, Katsu—" Alexis started laughing again.
"I'm gonna kill you, Baldy!" Alexis laughed harder, her laughter carrying her all the way out of the cafeteria. Bakugou stormed off in the opposite direction, clearly not wanting anything more to do with it all.
Kendou took a very relaxed-looking sip of her coffee.
"That was certainly… eventful," Yaoyorozu said.
"You're telling me," Midoriya said.
"So those two are totally gonna fuck, right?" Mineta asked.
Just like that, Midoriya lost what little remained of his appetite.
Speaking the Queen's Japanese
During self-study periods—third and fourth period on Tuesdays and Thursdays—students at U.A. were expected to either catch up on their school work or use one of the school's many training facilities to improve their Quirks and physical abilities. On that day, Midoriya's friends decided to do the latter, and Midoriya—not wanting to break the school's equipment—decided to just watch.
"I hope the salmon ladder's free today. The line for it was massive the other day, and I really wanna get on that!" Kirishima said.
"Just give me any iron and I'm good," Kendou said. "Better hope I don't outlift you, Shouji."
"I don't think that'll happen, but you're welcome to try," Shouji said. Besides Kendou, Midoriya's usual group was nowhere in sight; Iida was organizing papers for Aizawa and Yamashiro, Yaoyorozu was tutoring Ashido, Uraraka went off campus to have tea with Hadou, and Mineta was off working out with the Body Improvement Club. Kirishima and Shouji ended up in the group because they all happened to be heading to the weight room, but no one was complaining about it. Kendou certainly wasn't complaining; she was interested in competing with Shouji on account of how, after Midoriya, Shouji had the highest raw physical strength in the class; Koda was in-between the two of them, but he didn't seem like the competitive type. Either way, Midoriya just happy to be hanging out with people.
As the four of them kept walking, Midoriya saw another girl walking in the hallway going in the opposite direction of them. Her body covered completely in pitch-black skin, with not even eyes or a mouth being made visible, and not a single strand of hair visible on her head. It took Midoriya a second, but he remembered that she was the Pitch-Black girl who was operating the Culture Festival booth he won the Beebo doll from. Going by the way her uniform was stylized, it looked like she was an upperclassman in the Hero Course. It was a small world, apparently.
"Oh, hey! Emi!" Kendou said, waving to the girl.
"Ichi, hey!" Pitch-Black—or, rather, Emi—said, waving back at Kendou as she headed over to them.
"Ichi?" Midoriya thought. At that point, Emi was in front of them and gave Kendou a high five. It really was a small world, apparently.
"Fancy seeing you running about, you lazy bum," Kendou said.
"You're one to talk. Heard through the grapevine that you still can't climb a wall without breaking your feet through it," Emi said.
"Really can't tell Kairi anything. Would it kill her to blab about my business?"
"Hey, you know Kairi—oh, hey!" Emi turned in Midoriya's direction. "I know you. You're that super strong kid who got in that dick measuring contest at the Culture Festival."
"You did what now?" Kirishima asked.
"It's a long story I really don't like thinking about," Midoriya said.
"Kendou, would you care to introduce us to your friend?" Shouji asked.
"Right, sorry about that," Kendou said. "Emi, these are some of my friends from class: Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima, and Mezou Shouji. Guys, this is my friend from a year above us, Emiko Queen."
"Nice to meet you, senpai," Kirishima said.
"Same," Emiko said. "Always nice meeting the occasional friend Ichi makes outside the dojo. Also, what's up with that one?"
"That one" was in reference to how Midoriya's jaw had dropped and his body was shaking in response to the unbelievable thoughts that were running through his head.
"E-E-Emiko-senpai, y-y-y-you said your last name is Q-Q-Q-Q-Queen! S-So are you—I mean, I-I-I don't want to assume, b-b-b-but it's n-n-n-not really a common name, s-s-s-so—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Emiko cut in. "I know where this is going, and yes, Oliver Queen is my brother. Settle down before you have a stroke, or something." Midoriya let out a yelp and flew a few dozen centimeters off the floor before coming back down.
"Who's Oliver Queen?" Shouji said.
"You don't know?!" Midoriya asked. "He's the Green Arrow! He's a modern day Robin Hood who fights against the greedy upper class and gives everything back to the down and trodden! He's fought people like Malcolm Merlyn, Clock King, the Longbow Hunters, and the Ninth Circle, and he does it all with just a bow and arrow! I mean, his arrows all have different effects built into them like tasers, explosions and boxing gloves, but that's all he uses and it's amazing!"
"Does he always do that?" Emiko asked.
"That one was actually short for him," Kendou said.
"Green Arrow… oh, you mean that hyper liberal archer guy from Star City with the pointy goatee?" Kirishima asked. "Yeah, I guess he's kinda cool, but I liked him better when he was King of the Castle and fought with his Quirk."
"Yeah, that's how most people feel about him," Emiko said. "The things that change a man when he gets lost at sea, right?"
"By the way, was it really not five years on that island?"
"Three on the island, one in China, one in Russia. I think I'd know."
"So I really did that one wrong on the test, then."
"Don't worry, I got it wrong, too," Shouji said.
"So! Kendou-san! How do you and Emiko-senpai know each other!" Midoriya said, still trying to come off of his excitement.
"Oh Emi and I go way back," Kendou said. "Emi came to Yoru-sensei's—my father's—dojo five years ago for training. It had something to do with her mom and a komodo dragon or something—I don't know, she still won't tell me everything— but the big takeaway is that we've been BFFs ever since."
"Ain't that the truth?" Emiko asked as she and Kendou fist bumped. "So, you guys heading to one of the weight rooms? I'd be happy to join you, assuming this one," she pointed at Midoriya, "doesn't get a heart attack just from being in the same room as me."
"I-I can contain myself, Emiko-senpai. Really, I can," Midoriya said, trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince Emiko.
"Cool, cool cool cool. In that case, Ichi and I are gonna run over there and take the salmon ladder before any of you get the chance, and you can't do anything about it because we're already doing it; run Ichi, run." Emiko started running down the hall.
"I guess we're doing this now!" Kendou said, running after her friend.
"The hell we are!" Kirishima said, taking after them.
"I had a big breakfast, so I don't feel like running," Shouji said. "You?"
"I'm good, too," Midoriya said. With that, Midoriya and Shouji walked after their sprinting friends. Midoriya didn't know what was going through Shouji's head, but he was still feeling giddy about how he was friends with the friend of someone related to a famous Hero; it was like all of the feelings he had towards Alexis were flipped on their head.
Out of a desire to further observe her in all of her glory, Midoriya honed his enhanced vision in on Emiko. He saw her and Kendou whispering about something, but he didn't know what. Emiko pointed a thumb in what appeared to be his direction, and Kendou seemed to be saying a lot with a slightly panicked expression.
"Wonder what that's about?" It was probably nothing.
Izuku and the Motley Crew
Of all the classes Midoriya was taking at U.A., Hero Training was the one he was most excited for, for obvious reasons, but alien studies was a rather clase second. In elementary school and junior high, the most they were taught about aliens was that the Martian Manhunter was one of the only good ones and the history surrounding the failed assassination of Starfire that led to the creation of the Golden Age clause. Now was his chance to finally learn some real knowledge about the world he hailed from; knowledge that wasn't dryly forced into his head by K.E.L.E.X., anyway.
"Space: the final frontier, right? That's how it would have been, were it not for Alan Scott keeping us all locked up here like we're last year's D.W. boots that no one in their right mind would be caught wearing." The person speaking was a muscular woman dressed in a black pants suit and expensive-looking glasses with a head of white hair that bore large cat ears and a forehead marked with the kanji for "luck". This woman was Manegi Kanai, also known as the Good Luck Hero Kurile.
"Miss Kanai, I can't afford D.W. to save my life, so can you use another example?" Ashido—the only other person from 1-A to be in the class—asked.
"No, and the fact that you would ask something like that just says so many things about you you couldn't possibly have wanted me to hear." Ashido gained a confused look on her face, one that Midoriya was certain he was sharing with her. "Now where was I? Oh, yes, space. It's a wide, all-encompassing ocean filled with mysteries that we've only scratched the surface of; no, that's too generous, our nails haven't gotten anywhere near the chalkboard. That's what all this nonsense that spun out from the Lantern War did to us: set us so far back from everything that we can barely even see the chalkboard everything's written on."
Midoriya liked Kurile.
"For the next year, we will take our figurative telescopes out on full display and do whatever we can to catch even the tiniest glimpse of what's in front of us. Also, seeing as this is a rather small class, you will all be divided into groups of four to share the workload I give you. Trust me, you'll need all the help you can get."
After dividing everyone up, Kurile left the room both so she could get a faux soy-based beverage from Starman-bucks and so everyone could get acquainted with their groups. Fortunately for Midoriya, his group of four ended up being composed entirely of Hero Course freshmen. Ashido was obviously included in that, and the other two were members of class 1-B: Yui Kodai, a girl who had been wearing a taciturn expression since the beginning of class, and Pony Tsunotori, a girl of mixed race with horns and horse-like legs who was apparently the class president of 1-B.
Normally, Midoriya would be freaking out over the fact that he was surrounded by three women and without any guys to act as a buffer, as was the case with the Monstars, but he was more focused on what was making the situation unfortunate: the fact that neither girl would say a word to him.
"S-So Kodai-san, Tsunotori-san, what's class 1-B like? Ashido-san and I only have Vlad King for science, so we don't really know what he's like outside of that." Kodai blinked at him twice before shrugging her shoulders while Tsunotori just sat in her seat, shaking.
The thought of someone like Midoriya being scary was laughable, yet that was reality, apparently.
"So what's this little motley crew of ours excited to learn about?" Ashido asked. "Me, personally? Starfire's my favorite Hero of all time, so I really hope we get to learn a lot about Tamaran. Did you know that it just up and disappeared one day? No explosion, no getting sucked into a black hole, nothing; it just went, 'POOF!' Crazy, right?"
"I didn't know that. That is crazy," Midoriya said.
"Yeah! Pony, Kodai, what do you guys think about that?" Kodai blinked at her twice before shrugging her shoulders while Tsunotori just sat in her seat, shaking. "Uh-huh. Oh, hey! So last night, I read about these aliens the first Batman discovered called Coronavores. There these big white things with wings that go around eating stuff that's charged up with solar energy. Bet you're glad we don't have any of those guys running around, huh, Midoriya?"
"I feel like I wouldn't be the only one in danger if we did, but yeah."
"Good point. Pony, Kodai, what do you guys think about that?" Kodai blinked at her twice before shrugging her shoulders while Tsunotori just sat in her seat, shaking. "Well you two are just a barrel of laughs, aren't you?"
Kodai blinked at her twice before shrugging her shoulders while Tsunotori just sat in her seat, shaking.
This is getting us nowhere, Midoriya thought with a sigh. Kodai kept staring at a confused Midoriya and a pouting Ashido, and Tsunotori pulled a fast food restaurant apple pie out of a container; going by the wrapper, it was most likely from Big Belly Burger; a wise choice.
The two girls just wouldn't communicate. He wondered if the two of them possibly hit their Dunbar's numbers and simply couldn't make more friends. Or maybe he just smelled; his new deodorant was kind of on the cheap side, after all.
As Midoriya started to begrudgingly accept that, Tsunotori burned her tongue on her apple pie and dropped it towards the floor. Thinking fast, Midoriya let out a super inhale to stop the pie in midair and bring it towards him. He caught it before it got to his mouth and handed it back to Tsunotori.
Ashido gave a thumbs up; Tsunotori nodded her head with slight hesitation; Kodai just sat in her seat and blinked. Business as usual.
Even after Kurile returned to class, nothing eventful happened, and both class and the school day eventually came to a close. Tsunotori stopped shaking at the sight of him, but other than that, neither he nor Ashido could make any progress with her or Kodai. The two of them headed out of the class slumped over in defeat and Midoriya started to think about how he was going to deal with everything for the next year.
"Ano… suimasen!" A strange utterance of foreign language caught Midoriya and Ashido's attention, making them turn towards a nervous looking Tsunotori and a still taciturn looking Kodai.
"What? Tsunotori-san? What?" Midoriya asked.
"Excuse me! I meant excuse me!" Tsunotori said. "Ayamaritai—I want to apologize for being so okashii—so weird, I mean."
"Oh, um, no prob—"
"But first, hitotsu tashikametai koto ga arimasu—I want to confirm something: Midoriya-san, you and the rest of 1-nen A-gumi aren't friends with Alexis, are you?"
"What?!" Midoriya suddenly had the urge to vomit.
"Us? Friends? With Luthor-san? No way!" Ashido said. "Well, I mean, I'm not her friend, but maybe Midoriya—"
"No no no no no no no no! God no! Please stop thinking that!" Midoriya said while frantically waving his arms around. "Tsunotori-san, why would you think something like that?"
"Well, I saw you and the rest of your class eating lunch with Alexis-san yesterday, so I got scared that you were all friends with her. You really aren't?" Midoriya put all of his enhanced speed into shaking his head. "Yokatta! I-I really don't like Alexis. Back at Gotham, I'd always see her at the fancy parties my friends invited me to, and she always makes me want to cry whenever I talk to her. She's a meanie who beats people with facts and logic, and I was scared that you and Ashido-san were like that, but then you saved my pie from falling to the floor, and Alexis wouldn't have done that; she would have just let it fall so she could say something about it that cuts to your very soul."
"That definitely sounds like her."
"But if you really aren't friends with her, then nakayokunarimashite—let's be friends, please? I-I still don't have a lot of friends, dakara—"
"Ts-Tsunotori-san, it's fine, don't worry about it."
"Yeah, let's just forget about the whole thing and start being horn—no, he's still got a thing about that—let's just all be buddies!" Ashido said.
"Schway! That's—thank you! That's so wang, you guys!" Tsunotori said.
"Y-Yeah!" Midoriya said with an awkward fist bump; Ashido's was far more confident. Kodai, meanwhile, just stood there and blinked. "Um, Kodai-san, I wasn't lying or anything. I'm really not friends with Alexis-san."
"Huh? Oh no, Kodai-san wasn't there, kanojo wa mukuchi taipu dake desu—she's just the silent type, I mean."
"She takes her job pretty seriously, then," Ashido said.
After that, Kodai turned to Midoriya and, in a quiet voice, said, "I liked the speech you gave the other day."
"Really? Thanks, that's nice to hear," Midoriya said.
"Yay, we're all friends now! That's totally wang!" Ashido said.
"Totally!" Tsunotori said.
"So is 'wang' good then?" Midoriya whispered.
"I guess so, going by context clues," Kodai said.
"Well, we're here together for a year; we can figure it out together."
"I'd like that." If he was looking right, then he could have sworn he saw the tiniest hint of a smile on Kodai's face.
Yuyu Haya Wants to Ascertain
Yuyu Haya considered herself a simple girl of simple means. She worked hard at school to fulfill her dream of becoming a Hero, especially since it was the same dream as Nejire; she liked hanging out with Nejire and her other friends, but mostly Nejire; she liked collecting cute accessories from shops around town, even if they all paled in comparison to Nejire. It all came back to Nejire, but that was because she was too cute for everything not to come back to her. Yuyu loved cute things, and since Nejire was the cutest thing in the universe, it was only natural that everything went back to her.
As such, it was only natural that Yuyu would follow Nejire on all of her social media accounts, so imagine Yuyu's surprise when Nejire posted a picture to Flashgram of her at karaoke with Mirio, Tamaki, and what looked like a bunch of underclassmen. For the most part, that was fine. Mirio and Tamaki were fine enough people, and considering that it was only the second day of school, the kids were probably just freshmen they decided to show a good time.
"What the fuck?" But then there was one girl there. She had short brown hair, rosy cheeks, and was being squeezed up against Nejire to the point that their cheeks were squishing against each other. The post was titled, "Chilling out with my besties, old and new!" It gave the illusion of referencing everyone in the picture, but it was clear that the focus was drawn to the girl that Nejire was squeezing against her.
Well, this is probably—no, this is definitely nothing, Yuyu thought as she rolled around on her unicorn blanket-lined mattress. Nejire's just being friendly with an underclassman and got carried away with herself; that's a cute thing she likes to do sometimes. Yeah, that's it. There's nothing to get upset about. Nothing at all.
The next day, Nejire started a bunch of random pictures of the rosy cheeked girl to Flashgram, all of them with her having expressions ranging from embarrassed to—begrudgingly, admittedly—cute.
Well, this is probably—no, this is still definitely nothing. Nejire's probably still just excited from singing karaoke with this girl yesterday, and that's why she's posting all these pictures. One time, that girl found a rabbit with a black spot on its nose, and she constantly posted pictures of it for days. This is the same as that; this girl is no better than a slightly deformed rabbit, and Nejire will get bored of her pretty soon.
The next day, at around third period, Nejire posted another picture to Flashgram of her and the rosy cheeked girl having tea; they were drinking the exact same kind of tea out of matching cups, and they were sitting right next to each other.
"What the fuck!" Yuyu shouted, her Princess Amethyst pen snapping in two in her hands. "Why does this bitch keep showing up around Nejire like some kind of duck that's imprinted on her?! That bitch, that little bitch! She's got some fucking nerve thinking that she has the right to even be in the same prefecture as someone as adorable as Nejire! I'm going to find this little bitch and put her in her fucking place!"
It was at that point when Yuyu realized that everyone in class was staring at her. She wiped the red ink off on her skirt, put her face into a neutral expression, and calmly said, "Nothing to worry about, guys!"
She hoped they would buy that, but on the other hand, she didn't really care.
Even though All Might showed up early for homeroom, it was easy for Yuyu to get out of there; all she had to do was briefly allude to having her period and he was basically shoving her out the door. From there, she was able to head down to the first year classrooms to look for the rosy cheeked girl. She didn't find her, but she saw the boy with the spit curl heading into class 1-A as homeroom started, so it was a fair bet that she was there, as well.
Only one way to find out, though, Yuyu thought. Once the hallway was clear, Yuyu pointed her arms at the classroom door as if she were holding a bow and arrow, and in an instant, pink light formed around her arms in that exact shape. She moved her left hand to release the arrow of light; it exploded against the door, and when all of the pink particles faded out, Yuyu collapsed to the ground in a slump.
Her body was immobilized, but from inside the door, she could see everything in the classroom.
Yuyu Haya! Quirk: Phantom! Yuyu can create a bow and arrow of light, and when the arrow strikes something, her consciousness will possess it, allowing her to see everything from its perspective! If she gets hit while inside of something, or if her unconscious body gets hit, she'll be sent back to her body, so it works best when she's on a team! People can be possessed too, but they can realize that Yuyu's inside them and kick them out, so it's way too risky!
Okay, I'm in, Yuyu thought. Where's that little rat? Though she had no eyes to do it with, Yuyu looked around the room for her target. It didn't take long to find her in the far end of the back of the room, looking out the window without a care in the world.
"Todoroki," an older voice called out, followed by a younger voice responding to it. Yuyu turned to the front of the class and saw that Shouta Aizawa of all people was their homeroom teacher. Served her right. A girl like her deserved to deal with a hardass like Eraserhead for a year. "Uraraka. Uraraka!"
"H-Here!" The rosy cheeked girl shot up and nearly fell out of her seat. The white haired guy behind her had a well-deserved laugh at her expense.
So that's her name, Yuyu thought. Uraraka. "Bright and cheery." Yeah, right. What's bright and cheery about someone who worms their way into places they don't belong? Nothing, that's what! There's nothing bright and cheery about a little insect like you!
"By the way Uraraka, you forgot to turn in your worksheet for Hero Training yesterday," Eraserhead said.
"I-I did?" she asked. "I-I'm sorry! I think I dropped it on the floor before class and it got stuck to my shoe, but then I forgot about it because I was so caught up in worrying about whether or not I did a good job in my other classes—I'm rambling right now, aren't I? The point is that it's been stuck on my shoe for a while because I stepped in gum, so I'll just go back to my shoe locker to get it!"
Uraraka stood up and ran for the door, but her shoes were untied, so she tripped and hit her head against the frame of the door. Just like that, Yuyu's consciousness was flung out of the door and back into her body.
"Ow." Coupled with a searing pain in her abdomen.
"Ow," was what she heard in Uraraka's voice as the door opened and she stepped out in the hall. It took only a few seconds for their eyes to meet. "What are you—"
"Nothing!" Yuyu shot up off the floor and ran from Uraraka as fast as she could, which was hardly the easiest thing to do when it felt like her stomach was on fire.
Either way, I'm going to make you pay for this, Uraraka!
After that, absolutely nothing came to mind for Yuyu. She couldn't think of another plan that wouldn't end the same way, so she simply shuffled back to class in defeat. She spent the rest of the day nursing her wounds and cursing herself for losing to the filthy insect known as Uraraka, and before she knew it, the school day was over.
"Aw, Yuyu, you still not feeling well?" Nejire asked as class was let out.
"Yeah…" Yuyu said. Not even Nejire's cuteness could bring her out of the funk she was in. It also couldn't heal a burning stomach pain, but that was besides the point.
"Man, I hate seeing my best girl be down in the dumps." That brought her spirits up a little. "Hey, we should hang out after school. We haven't gotten to do that yet, this semester, so how about it?"
"Yes!" Yuyu shot up in her seat, and all of a sudden, every ounce of pain vanished from her body. Her attempts at rebalancing the universe might have gone awry, but having the chance to hang out with Nejire was sure to make up for it.
Hanging out with Nejire was sure to make up for failing to rebalance the universe, so it was understandable why Yuyu would question why she was staring at the current bane of her existence.
"Hey, have we met before?" Uraraka asked.
"No," Yuyu stated.
"Are you sure—"
"We. Have. Not." Uraraka shut her mouth tight, as she should.
"And since you haven't met, let's get everyone on the level!" Nejire said. "Yuyu, these are my new buddies Izuku Midoriya, Tenya Iida, Momo Yaoyorozu, Itsuka Kendou, and Ochaco Uraraka. New buddies, this is my best friend in the whole world, Yuyu Haya. Her hair's green today, but it's definitely going to be a different color tomorrow. Let's all be best friends together!"
Nejire's so cute when she's being friendly! Yuyu thought as she and all of the underclassmen said their greetings to each other. Of course, she wasn't so lost in it that she didn't scowl when Uraraka greeted her. She had every right to step back.
"Okay, now that everyone's all caught up with each other, let's get to today's main event," Mirio said. "Here, on this virtual recreation of Dinosaur Island, we're about to bare witness to the match of the century: Midoriya-kun vs. my guy, Tamaki!"
"Thank you for allowing us to witness this, senpais!" Iida said with a bow.
"Why are we doing this, again?" Tamaki asked.
"Same question," Midoriya said.
"Because I can't be the only one sparring all the time, especially when it always ends in a draw," Mirio said. "Besides, Tamaki's the one who's supposed to be giving you life advice, and there's no reason why he can't also beat it into you."
"I can think of several reasons, actually."
"Too late, we're already doing it."
"Fight!" Nejire shouted, adorably. Tamaki and Midoriya both sighed and stepped in front of each other. If Yuyu was remembering right, Midoriya was the top incoming freshman who broke All Might's record for the entrance exam. She knew that Tamaki was strong, but she had to wonder how he'd stand against an up and coming phenom like him.
"Well, it's a good thing I had takoyaki for lunch today," Tamaki said. He pointed his arm towards Midoriya as it transformed into a giant octopus tentacle that shot out at him. Midoriya looked like he was just confused by what was happening, so the tentacle managed to ensnare him, lift him up in the air, and slam him hard enough into the ground to make an imprint. From that imprint came a trail of smoke and the scent of fried calamari. Tamaki pulled his tentacle away and revealed that it was slightly burned around the tip, but just as everyone came to notice that, Midoriya shot up from the ground and grabbed it. He started swinging Tamaki around in a circle before letting go and launching him into a nearby virtual palm tree.
"I quit." It didn't look like Tamaki took much physical damage, but emotional damage was another matter. "I knew this was a bad idea from the start, but this just proved how utterly terrible it was from conception. I can't fight you with my powers; Mirio might only be able to fight you to a draw, but at least he can be more than a punching bag. I wanna go home."
"Well that went about as well as expected," Kendou said.
"Don't sweat it, Tamaki! This just means we have to leave the talking to you and the fighting to me!" Mirio said.
"That's what I was saying from the start," Tamaki said.
"Even so, that's a pretty interesting power, Amajiki-senpai," Midoriya said. "You said it was a good thing you had takoyaki for lunch, so does it let you transform your body depending on what you eat."
"Yeah, that's my Metahuman ability in a nutshell."
"You're not also a Quirk user? How unexpected," Yaoyorozu said. "Hadou-senpai, if you don't mind me asking, what kind of ability do you possess?"
"Me? I'm a Magical Girl!" Nejire said, adorably putting her fingers into a "V" around her eye.
"What? So you use magic, then?" Uraraka asked.
"You betcha!"
What a stupid question. What do you think she meant when she said that? Can't you even pay attention to something that simple? Yuyu thought.
"Since we're talking about it… Swirling Spiral Prism Power, Make Up!" Nejire went into an adorable pose as blue light shot up around her in a spiralling tornado. When it faded, her hair had been altered to have two spiralling horns on top of her head, and her outfit had changed into a blue and green skintight bodysuit with yellow gloves and a thick assortment of green bandages around her arms. "Nejire-chan is here to serve!"
Super cute! Yuyu thought.
"Th-That was so cool!" Uraraka said. It wasn't cool, it was cute. Once again, Uraraka showed nothing but incompetence.
"Thanks! It's all just a simple matter of tapping into the local Ley lines and feeding the prana of the world into my body. Once I do that, I can go full throttle on any Villain that gets in my way. Also, I can do this!" Nejire adorably jumped up in the air and summoned tiny spirals underneath her feet. As they spun around, she stayed suspended in the air and quickly started zipping around from one area to the next. "Oh! Midoriya-kun, we should totally race!"
"What?" Midoriya asked.
"To the volcano and back!"
"What?"
"It'll be fun, so let's do it!"
"What?"
"Just do it. As your life coach, I can tell you that it'll make things easier on everyone," Tamaki said. He wrapped his tentacle around Midoriya and threw him into the air next to Nejire. He stayed floating there as Nejire adorably patted him on the back and sped off towards the virtual volcano. Midoriya sighed before taking after her.
Yuyu gazed upon the entire scene in awe. Seeing Nejire fly through the air was always a sight to behold, and she certainly didn't count on getting to see it so soon into the school year. This kind of early present did nothing but bring the brightest of smiles to her face.
For some reason, it was tied with the look Uraraka was giving.
"What's with that look?" Yuyu asked.
"Huh? Sorry, was I being annoying, Haya-senpai?" Uraraka asked. "Sorry, it's just that I've always dreamed about being able to fly through the air like Wonder Woman, and seeing Hadou-senpai do it so casually just made me feel, I don't know, nostalgic? Like, looking at her is making me remember easier times and feel happy because of it. I probably sound stupid, don't I?"
"No, not at all." She really didn't. As much as it pained Yuyu to admit it, those were the same kinds of emotions that a Nejire in mid flight invoked in her, no matter the situation. For someone who should have been as insignificant as a tardigrade to be able to grasp something like that out of the blue was impressive, to say the least.
So impressive, in fact, that it warranted giving her at least something of a fair chance.
"So you've been hanging out with Nejire a lot this week. What do you think of her so far?"
"I think she's great!" Off to a good start. "Hadou-senpai, she sometimes comes off as not being very smart, but she's just kind of eccentric; she's actually really intuitive when she needs to be."
"Is that right?" Anyone with a sixteenth of a mind could pick up on that.
"Then there's the way that she's always in a good about everything. I mean, Togata-senpai's like that too, but with Hadou-senpai, it feels more calming in a way, like she tries harder to put herself on everyone's level."
"That's a good point." Nejire did have that certain charm about her. Of course, spending a day with her would make it easy for anyone to pick up on that, so it wasn't the most impressive thing in the world.
"Also, it's a little embarrassing to say it out loud, but I think her Costume looks really cool. The colors on her body, the way her hair spins around, and those bandages that look like they can wrap up a wound and make it better in an instant, I think it's all great to look at and… kind of cute."
Wow, she really gets it! Yuyu thought with a smile. "How's Nejire at karaoke? Great, right?"
"Yeah! She always gets the timing and melodies down perfectly!"
She really gets it!
"Then there's this thing she does with her hands whenever she drinks jasmine tea…"
"Right? Right?" Yuyu decided that she was wrong about Uraraka. She was far from being the insignificant little bug she initially pegged her as being. Rather, she was a good kid with a good head on her shoulders who was more than deserving of her respect.
What else was there to say about someone with such excellent taste?
The Daily Struggles of U.A. High School Janitor Hana Aoi, Age 32, Blood Type O, Three Sizes Moderately Satisfying, Part 2
"So here we are at the end of the week, and despite what went down the other day, nothing major has happened at U.A. since Tuesday. Of course, we all know why that is, right? It's because of that crazy Zephrymore System they installed that would probably give George Orwell an aneurysm. Isn't it great that all of those kids' parents get to think about how their kids are gonna spend six days a week for three years having giant eyeballs flying around their heads? That wasn't sarcasm, by the way; I really do think this is great. Finally, the all mighty U.A. has something objectively terrible to look that'll keep the teachers from acting like they're running a gilded palace out here. I don't know if that Luthor girl did it on purpose, but either way, she is now my favorite person."
"Same here, Holly, same here," Mitsuhide said as he listened to Hero Hater Holly's podcast. Aoi couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. She wanted to do more than that, but he was her boss, so it was best to just keep mopping in silence.
"I tell ya, Aoi, I thought this year would be a living hell with that asshat All Might running around, but so far it's been a blast! Holly hasn't been putting these guys on blast like this in forever; it's like putting on an old jacket and finding a bunch of money in one of the pockets!"
A bunch of dirty money; nothing to be proud of, Aoi thought.
"That Luthor brat gets a bad rap, but anyone who can make this place look bad is all right in my book!"
You're a janitor; you're supposed to make this place look good.
"Makes me remember all those stories about Lex Luthor doing random stuff to piss off Black Lightning back in the day. Wouldn't it be great if this kid brought even half of that energy with her to make All Might's life a living hell?"
"That's pretty much the last thing we need around here." Aoi stopped mopping the second she realized that she said all of that out loud.
"What was that, Aoi?"
"I-I mean, you say all of that stuff, but at the end of the day, giving a Luthor any kind of praise is bad, right? They've gotten a lot better over the years, but it doesn't make sense to pick them over All Might."
"Is that right?" Mitsuhide gave Aoi a wicked glare, the kind he always gave when it became clear that he was in no mood to be called "Miichi" or be involved in anything else that might invoke a positive response.
"Can I take back what I said?" The look on his face made the answer to that rather clear.
"You know what, Aoi? You make a good point. Really gives a guy like me a lot to think about."
"Oh. O-Oh! Wow, I didn't think it was all that profound or anything, Mitsuhide-san, but that's actually great to hear. Everyone's always talking about how much you hate Heroes—which is really ironic, considering where you work—but I knew that couldn't be—Mitsuhide-san, what are you doing?" Aoi asked that as she saw Mitsuhide putting on his jacket and walking away from her.
"Going home, obviously. Need to be somewhere comfy to think about all the great things you said right now."
"Um, it's still the middle of the afternoon—"
"Hey, I'm gonna need all the time I can get to think about everything you've told me. You can handle things on your own, right?"
"Well—"
"After all, you're apparently an expert at getting involved in other people's business, so…"
Before Aoi could stumble through any more words, Mitsuhide was already far off in the distance whistling a jovial tune. As such, Aoi was all by herself, with all of her boss' work put upon her shoulders.
It was truly fantastic.
"What a crappy day to end all crappy days," Aoi said when she entered her apartment and immediately fell onto her couch. It still smelled like last night's night cheese; she'd do it again if she could remember what she did with her prescription snuggie.
Also if her phone hadn't started ringing.
"Hello? ...What, really? ...Yeah, I'll-I'll be there. ...No, no, I'm game. ...Really, I am, it's just—ugh, my boss. I'll tell you when I get there." Aoi hung up her phone; she took off her wig and exposed her white head of hair; she crouched behind the island in her kitchen and pressed a small button disguised as the top of a door handle. With that, the security cameras would be put on a continuous loop, and Kaori Kagayaki was free to crawl out of the fire escape into the city.
"He's just such an asshole!" Kaori shouted as she threw an empty Lit Beer bottle against the floor; her fifth of the night, and it still wasn't enough. "Always yelling at me for slacking off, even though I only do it when everyone else does it; always making me work late for screwing up jobs, even when it's rarely ever my fault—it's like the guy doesn't care that we live in a world where kids can just vomit up black holes!"
"I'm on your side Kaori, but it sounds like just a bit of that might be on you." Despite her slight stupor, Kaori wasn't so far gone that she was simply talking to herself. The person acting as her soundboard as she walked up the stairs of a derelict building was a statuesque blonde with a scaly red dress and a figure Kaori would die to even come close to.
"I'm doing my best, Uwabami! Mitsuhide-san's just a jerk, especially when it comes to All Might! Always going on about how much he sucks! Like he forgets who got him his job to begin with! Seriously, what's his problem?!"
In the middle of her tirade, Kaori ran up to a wall and banged her head against it. She sincerely thought she was going to throw up. As it turned out, she simply felt like she was going to vomit, which was far worse than the actual thing in certain circumstances. As the thought floated around in her head, the trio of snakes attached to Uwabami's hair went over and started tapping her head with their noses. A minute of that did wonders to help her regain her bearings.
"You're okay, right? You're not too drunk or anything?"
"Not anymore drunk that I usually am, so let's go."
"If you say so." Uwabami didn't sound wholly convinced. Didn't matter; they were still doing it. Kaori calmed herself down, took in a breath, and kicked open the door in front of her.
The look on the faces of the Intergang thugs showed that someone discovering one of their drug warehouses was as surprising at it should have been.
"What the—" One of them was cut off by Kaori punching him in the face and sending him flying.
"Don't mind me. Just here to take out the trash," Kaori said, smiling at her quip. It was a nice one, after all.
"Kill these bitches!" shouted a man whose face looked like a patchwork of different people's skins. All the other Intergang members pulled out guns and started firing at them. Kaori ran against the wall to dodge them while Uwabami's snakes shot up and bit into the ceiling; they pulled her off the ground before any bullets could hit her, and then she swung down into a drop kick that took someone out on the spot.
"Shit, this one's Uwabami! A real Hero!" a gang member shouted as he uselessly stabbed at Uwabami.
"My friend is doing her best with the circumstances given to her, you know," Uwabami said. More bullets were fired at Uwabami, but they all bounced off of her skin like they were made of rubber. As that went on, the three snakes in her hair started growing larger and larger until they each ended up being twice as large as Uwabami and three times as thick. Once they stopped growing, they started thrashing about wildly, taking down everyone in their path.
"Magic is so cool, sometimes," Kaori said as she kneed someone in the gut.
"Our bullets ain't working on these chicks, Harime!" someone said to the man with the patchwork face.
"Then use your Quirks, morons!" said the man with the patchwork face, now identified as Harime. Someone fired a drill at Uwabami, but one of her snakes ate it and the other one spat it back at the assailant. Another person turned his arm into a scythe and swung at Kaori, but she dodged, punched him in the back, and used her Cleaning Power to make him fold into himself like laundry. Nice.
"You worthless morons," Harime said as Kaori and Uwabami took out more people. "If you're gonna get your asses handed to you, at least have it mean something!" Harime picked a gang member up by the head and threw him at the closed mouth of one of Uwabami's snakes. Rather than bounce off harmlessly, however, the gang member seemed to get stuck to the snake, and the process was repeated with the other two snakes. Before Uwabami could let out a gasp, Harime chucked a fourth person at her body that knocked her to the floor. The gang member didn't look that heavy, but for some reason, Uwabami seemed unable to get him off of her.
"Hey! What'd you do to Uwabami?" Kaori asked.
"Same thing I'm gonna do to you!" Inu said, throwing a large crate at Kaori that hit her square in the chest; in all honesty, she walked right into that one.
Yeah, I walked right into that one, Kaori thought. She tried to get up, but for some reason, the crate wouldn't budge and she could barely move her arms. There had to be something going on there, and upon further inspection, Kaori figured out what it was: the crate was somehow sewn into her flesh.
Nuo Harime! Quirk: Patchjob! When Harime touches something, it automatically becomes stitched together with the next thing to make contact with it! Harime can undo the stitches by himself, and they also disappear when he falls asleep or loses consciousness! You can also just rip it apart, but that'd probably hurt like hell!
What a cheap trick! Kaori thought. Normally I'd just grit my teeth and pull this off of me, but my arms and legs are stuck in a position that makes that impossible! I could probably use Cleaning Power, but that'd take too long without a distraction.
"You two got a lot of nerve barging in on Intergang turf." Harime said. "Bullets might not work on the snake bitch here," he picked up a gun and pointed it at Kaori, "but I bet they'll do wonders on you."
Harime never got the chance to test that theory out, for before he could pull the trigger, a motorcycle came crashing through the window and rammed into him, knocking him head first into a wall.
"I did it! I came and saved the day!" The one who spoke was the person driving the motorcycle: an orange-haired woman wearing fluffy dog boots and a dog-like mask with a mane of cotton-like material attached to it, the same cotton-like material covering her forearms, groinal region, and neck and chest, though the lower part of her breasts was noticeably exposed.
"A couple of minutes ago wouldn't have been so bad, either," Uwabami said.
"Oh my God, hi Jackie! Why are you on the floor like that?" the woman asked as she lifted up her mask and got off her motorcycle.
"Because it's nice and toasty—why do you think she's there?" Kaori asked.
"Hi, KaoKao! Sorry I'm late, but I got here now, so it's all good, right? Right?"
"You know, Toytoy? For once, it actually is." At that moment, Kaori had finally secreted enough Cleaning Power to dampen the stitching and get the crate off of her. "Help Uwabami, would you?"
"Okay!" Toytoy ran over to one of Uwabami's snakes and ripped the sewn on man off with her teeth, repeating the process with the ones on the other heads and on her body.
"As tactful as always, Wanko," Uwabami said as she got up off the floor.
"Yay!"
"Don't think you're gonna get away with this!" shouted the almost forgotten Harime. He pulled his head out of the wall, but instead of the patchwork face he was sporting before, his head had transformed into something resembling a spider's head, but with all of the legs sticking out of his neck.
"Did he look like that before?" Toytoy asked.
"No I didn't, you dumb bitch!" Harime shouted; Toytoy looked confused, as if she didn't understand why it was an insult. "I didn't want to use this power, but you pushed me too far. Now I'm going to kill you all one by one, and I'm sure as hell gonna take my time with it so everyone'll know not to mess with Inter—"
Kaori, who had gotten tired of the monologue, slid across the floor and punched him in all eight of his eyes.
"Aw, I wanted to punch him!" Toytoy said as Harime fell to the floor.
"You can get the next one," Uwabami said, patting Toytoy on the head while her snakes shrunk back down to their original size.
"Okay!"
"Try to actually show up on time, though!" Kaori said.
"Okay!"
As Kaori thought about all the ways that Toytoy definitely wouldn't be on time, Harime shot up off the floor. Kaori readied herself for another fight, but before anything could happen, his body started convulsing wildly. His arms and legs were twisting around at seemingly impossible angles for twenty seconds before his posture became unreasonably stiff. His head pointed up at the ceiling, and out from his body came a ghostly image of a black spider with otherworldly characteristics too strange for description. Harime's head went back to normal and he collapsed to the ground, once more.
"So… what was that?" Kaori asked.
"I'm not sure," Uwabami said. "Wanko, can you try and get something?"
"Let me see," Toytoy said. She sniffed the air for a few seconds before turning back to Uwabami. "It smells like us. The same kind of stuff that we and the other guys have inside of us."
"Really? That's… troubling."
"Wait, so are you saying that this guy's like you two and Coney and the rest of the group, that he's—"
As it turned out, Kaori did need to vomit; she just got the timing wrong.
Wanted: The Symbol of Peace
What makes a person "good," and what makes a person "evil?" Are those just constructs and labels people in power have invented, or are they legitimate aspects of life that a person can measure out? It's a good question, and if I'm being honest, I don't have the mental fortitude to give it the attention it deserves. You know what I can pay attention to, though? The utter craziness that's unfolding right before my eyes.
Down in Kamino Ward, about a ten minute drive from the nearest Pizza-La, there's an old bar that's been abandoned ever since Ultimon stopped Brainwave Jr. from attacking the country with a giant telepathic squid from another dimension. Well, it's only been publicly abandoned. Unbeknownst to the average Joe, this bar is secretly managed by people who prefer to go unnoticed unless they got something big and bad in the works: Villains. It's usually just a few guys going in and out of there at a time, but all of a sudden, they've opened up that wretched hive for anyone who gets off on things like arson, murder and jaywalking.
People like me, to a certain extent.
I'm not gonna lie to you and say that I'm a saint; I was raised better than that. However, I sincerely believe that I'm a better person than the dozens of people who have been filing into this bar for the past hour or so, and that's not just because I'm annoyed that so many of them keep hitting on me—then again, I am pretty hot. No, it's because all these guys come off as just so basic. All they talk about is getting cash and killing people, and that's, like, basic level stuff. I heard a chameleon-like guy talking about how he wants to get his hands around Doctor Light's kid's throat, but that's still boring! Where's the pizzazz? Where's the razzle dazzle? If you can't entertain me, then how will you entertain the fans?
"Damn man, you got ripped!" Well, there is that one guy who seems kind of cool. He's got a big black body with the face of a bird and a brain being exposed to the elements; not a bad design, but there's been better. The main reason I think he's kind of cool is that he hasn't said a word, so I can't really form an opinion of him. Come to think of it, he's been here longer than anybody, yet he's just been sitting in silence.
"You were just this little nothing last time I saw you, and now you're a monster! In a good way, I mean," some guy said to the bird man. The bird man stayed silent and motionless.
"We all thought you were crazy for going with that doctor guy, but the results speak for themselves!" another guy said to the bird man. The bird man stayed silent and motionless.
"Looks like you can finally put your money where your mouth is with all that talk about beating All Might!" another guy said, patting the bird man on the back. "That asshole'll think twice the next time he messes with Neu—"
All of a sudden, the man's arm ended up inside of the bird man's mouth. As he screamed and clutched at his new stump, the bird man kept chewing at the arm like it was a french fry. When did he even tear it off? How fast was he moving to do that?
"What the fuck, man?!" The man with the severed arm turned the bird man around to face him. He clearly wanted to say more, but before he could, the bird man opened his mouth wide and ripped his head off. As the headless corpse fell to the ground and blood pooled around its neck, the bird man swallowed both the head and the arm together in one gulp. Nasty. Totally nasty.
"Taira's gone crazy!"
"Kill his ass!" The bird man—Taira, as it were—let out a primal roar at the challenge. He wanted to kill all of them, and if I was being honest, he probably could.
"Noumu, settle down." In an instant, Taira—or maybe he goes by "Noumu" now?—went back to being docile and lifeless. The one who gave that command was the one who brought everyone together: a young-looking guy dressed in all black whose face and arms were covered in severed hands.
He also desperately needed moisturizer. He was really gross to look at.
"Hey, the hell are you doing, Shigaraki?!" someone shouted. "You expect us to work with a nutjob like this?!"
"A nutjob? Noumu? Yeah, but intelligence is a dump stat, anyway," Shigaraki said. "More importantly, he's strong. Really, really strong. Did you not just see him bite that guy's head off? That was amazing, right?"
"No!" That's a no for me, too.
"Is that right? Well, what if it wasn't some random NPC getting decapitated and someone a little more important to the endgame? What if it was, I don't know, All Might?" The room went silent, and for good reason. That's a pretty bold claim you're making there, man.
"That's a pretty bold claim you're making there, man." See? I'm not wrong.
"Maybe, but isn't that what you're all here for? To knock All Might off of his self-righteous pedestal, once and for all? I know that's why I'm here, what about all of you?" The Villains in the bar started voicing their approval. "Noumu is more than just a big lug, he's the Anti-Symbol of Peace, a weapon specially built to kill All Might, once and for all! Who wants to see it happen?!" Most everyone started shouting out their agreements. I wasn't among that crowd, but that was mostly because all those bar pretzels made me feel thirsty.
As if on some sort of perfectly timed cue, dozens of black portals appeared above everyone and dropped a glass of scotch into everyone's hands. Gotta say, that bartender has style.
"Tomorrow, we're gonna do it; we're gonna kill All Might, turn this shitty society on its head, and make all the little sheep know what real Doom feels like! Gentlemen!" Shigaraki pointed his glass to the crowd. "Here's to crime." Everyone—including myself—drank from their glasses with roaring enthusiasm; so much so that Shigaraki's glass disintegrating as he drank from it went completely unnoticed.
So, yeah. Shigaraki. I guess he's a step above all the other guys, but he's still kind of boring. Is this all there is to him, or will killing a bunch of high schoolers bring out a new side to him I'm missing? I don't know, but I think it might be fun to find out, what about you?
This is Ambush Bug, signing off.
No more delays, no more distractions. Next chapter, after over an entire year, we are finally getting to the Land of Waves! I mean Rukia's rescue mission. I mean the Servant summoning ritual. Um, Kayaba's speech? The Sorting Hat? Yukari meeting and almost attacking Makoto? Kamoshida's Palace? Literally the entire first volume of RWBY ? You know what I mean.
In case you missed it, both Time and Chance and Ochaco Uraraka: Zero Year have been published, so check them out if you haven't already. I also posted a new sidestory called A World of Smiles , and a while back, I commissioned a picture of this story's version of Hatsume from mrn0093 on Tumblr. You can go to my page to check it out. See you next time, when shit most likely hits the fan.
Chapter 20: The Assault of the Superhuman Devils (1)
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Itsuka Kendou didn't consider herself a person who lived completely by logic, but she hardly considered herself to be superstitious. She walked under ladders without fear of getting hexed; she tipped her hat—literal or otherwise—to black cats that would pass her by; even if the circumstances of her life made it rather complicated, she stepped on cracks without worrying about breaking her mother's back. None of those things were the things that could bother Kendou.
Even still, she found herself taking pause as she went for her shoes that morning. They were the same flats she always wore to school, but for some reason, the shoelace on her left shoe was torn apart. Such a thing shouldn't have been possible, though; the shoelace was in perfect condition just yesterday, and there was no sign of it being cut up or chewed on by something sharp; it was broken in a way that made it seem like it was simply natural for it to be broken.
She still wasn't a superstitious person, but she still noticed when something weird was going on.
Well, it's probably nothing, Kendou thought as she removed her shoelaces. It's still cool to wear shoes without shoelaces, right? It has to be, otherwise I wouldn't be doing it. Gotta remember to get a new one on the way home. Where do you even buy a shoelace? Do shoe stores have them? You know, it'll just be easier to have Momo do it; she probably won't mind. More thoughts of that nature filled Kendou's head as she left her home, but much to her annoyance, the broken shoelace wouldn't leave her alone, even though it was nothing.
Hopefully, school would help her be able to think about how much nothing it really was.
Midoriya's second week at U.A. began quietly enough, he supposed. On the walk to school, he noticed that Kendou was wearing her shoes without laces, which seemed like a very fashionable thing for a person to do. As he did his best to endure the Zephrymore System, he saw Amajiki taking it the same way, and he felt a sense of unity. Inside the school, he waved at Kodai as he passed her in the hall, and much to his surprise, she nodded her head at him. As he sat down at his desk and Yamashiro dragged Aizawa into the room, he couldn't help but enjoy the nice calm that was being established.
"A-A-Attention, students," Yamashiro eventually said. "I'm making… I'm making an announcement. Yes, that's it. Today's Hero Training will be held off campus. Also, in addition to All Might, the lesson will be supervised by Eraserhead… myself… and another faculty member."
"What kind of training are we doing today?" Sero asked.
"Today's training will be… it will be designed around any and all forms of disaster relief. In short, rescue training."
"Ms. Yamashiro, does this have anything to do with the U.A. Barrier getting destroyed the other day?" Midoriya asked. Yamashiro just stared at him and blinked. "It's just that this seems like the kind of thing we normally wouldn't do so early into the year, but when you consider what just happened the other day, then it kind of makes sense, right?" Yamashiro just stared at him and blinked. After a few seconds, she sat down and started shivering in silence, no longer attempting to look at anyone. Just like that, Midoriya ruined Yamashiro's best go at talking to the class yet.
What a way to start the day.
"I guess I'm getting up now," Aizawa said as he crawled out of his sleeping bag. "Contrary to what Midoriya annoyingly hypothesized, this was always planned to happen, but since we're on the subject, today's lesson will likely be more intense than it originally would have been as a result of the destruction of the U.A. Barrier. No one's in any danger, but the faculty decided that it would be best for the freshmen to be extra prepared in case of a real emergency. That a good enough answer for you?"
"Yes, sir," Midoriya said, slinking back into his seat.
"Good. The site we're going to is a long drive from campus, so today's lesson will begin during lunch. Everyone meet outside in either your costume or your gym clothes by one—I say that because some of your costumes might not be useful for these simulations."
Aizawa let that be the end of the announcement. As he tried to snap Yamashiro out of her funk, Midoriya and the rest of the class talked about their excitement for the day's lesson plan all the way up until homeroom ended, and for good reason. Rescuing people in the middle of a disaster was the most basic thing a Hero needed to know how to do, so anyone in their right mind would be excited to have a go at it. Midoriya was certainly excited to have a chance to experience the same thing All Might did to inspire him.
The day seemed to pass at lightning speed for Midoriya all the way up until lunch. Once that came to be, he rushed through his food so he could hurry and get changed into his costume. It wasn't long before the rest of the class started joining him outside the school.
"Uraraka-san, you changed your costume a bit," Midoriya said.
"Yeah, I got rid of the Uraraka Boosters," Uraraka said, lifting one foot up in the air to confirm the statement. "All Might had a point, you know? If I really want to fly one day, then something like that is probably just a crutch, so I'm not gonna rely on them. I'm going to learn to fly all by myself!"
"That sounds splendid! How do you plan to do that?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"No idea!" Uraraka said with an expression of mixed emotion. It probably wouldn't be the best idea for Midoriya to mention that he started flying completely out of nowhere.
"Oh, it looks like Todoroki-kun is only in his gym uniform," Iida said, drawing the attention of the five of them and others towards Todoroki.
"I guess Kacchan really did a number on it," Midoriya said. Looking around at the rest of the class, it seemed like Todoroki was the only one not wearing his costume; Iida wasn't wearing his helmet, but other than that, his costume was fully intact. That made sense, of course; ignoring the damage Bakugou did to Todoroki's costume, no one really knew what they were in for, so there was no real reason to change their outfits. "Hagakure-san, I like your haircut."
"Thanks! I wanted to go for a more sporty look after I couldn't do anything last week to try and psyche myself up," Hagakure said. "I was thinking of just putting it up in a ponytail, but that probably wouldn't do much, and what did you just say?!"
"I just commented on your hair—oh, right, yeah." At that point, a large number of people were huddled around Midoriya. "I-I was just looking with my infrared vision, that's all. I guess I forgot that I never told anyone I could do that."
"Hell yeah, you didn't! That's awesome, man!" Kirishima said.
"Wait, back up a bit. How does an invisible person even get a haircut?" Kaminari asked.
"With a great deal of difficulty," Hagakure said. "Midoriya-kun, this is so cool! No one other than my mom's been able to see what I look like since my Metagene activated!"
"Is she hot?" Mineta asked. Tsuyu hit him in the face with her tongue from afar.
"Well? Answer the question," Jirou said.
"What? Um…" Midoriya trailed off as Jirou, Kendou and other people began to stare at him with expectation. "Well, I guess Hagakure-san isn't unattractive." All of a sudden, everyone around him looked dumbfounded.
"I'll take it!" Hagakure said, her posture suggesting that she was giving him a thumbs up.
"I don't know if this is right, but if I had to describe your face, then I guess it'd be like if Yang Guifei and Francis Xavier had a baby."
"That's exactly what I was thinking!"
"What does that even mean? Whatever, I'll think about it later," Jirou said under her breath.
"So do you just wake up in the morning and decide that you're gonna have a dozen new powers that day?" Kendou asked.
"It's not like that; I really just forgot that I never brought it up," Midoriya said. "Since we're talking about it, I'm pretty sure the only kinds of vision I have are infrared, heat, electromagnetic, telescopic, X-ray, microscopic—actually, I still haven't gotten the hang of that one—"
"Wait a minute, wait! A! Minute! Did you say you have X-ray vision?" Kaminari asked with a smile on his face.
"Midoriya, I can't believe you've been holding out on us!" Mineta said. "If you have X-ray vision, then that means this whole time, you've been able to look at all the girls—"
"Hey Mineta, Kaminari, you guys wanna see if you're both small enough to fit inside my entire hand?" Kendou asked with a smile. The two of them shut their mouths and had their looks of ecstasy replaced with looks of utter horror.
Midoriya was doing his best to match them.
"I-I-I-I swear, I've never done that!" Midoriya shouted. "I mean, I already said that I have X-ray vision, so I can't take that back, but I've never used it t-t-t-to look at anyone's underwear o-o-o—I've never used it like that, I swear! I-I-I know that you all don't have anything to go on other than my word, b-b-b-but please! Please find it in your hearts to—"
"Midoriya-san, please calm down," Yaoyorozu said. "No one here thinks that you'd do that."
"W-What? Really?" Yaoyorozu and the rest of the girls started nodding their heads and voicing their agreements. "Why? I mean, I really never did that, but why?"
"Well, because you're you, basically," Uraraka said.
"Yeah, there's no way you'd have it in you to do something like that," Kendou said.
"That'd be way too bold a move for a guy like you," Ashido said.
"I just couldn't see you doing it, ribbit," Tsuyu said.
"It'd make you a completely different character, or something," Hagakure said.
"If it was literally anyone else in class, then there'd be something to worry about," Jirou said. "Except maybe Aoyama—nah, he's just a weirdo. Or European. Either way, because it's you, there's absolutely nothing to worry about."
"Thanks," Midoriya said. If Midoriya was being honest, he wouldn't have objected to them feeling a little concerned.
"I would also like to voice my opinion on whether or not Midoriya-kun has the potential to be a pervert, but the bus is here!" Iida said as a bus pulled up in front of the gate, Aizawa inside and Yamashiro at the wheel. "Everyone, please get together in two lines of ten in order of your seat placement! That will make getting seated far more efficient than scrambling towards the door at random!"
"It's like he was made for this kind of stuff," Kendou said. "Makes you glad we kicked you out of office, doesn't it, Midoriya?"
"Yeah, kind of," Midoriya said. All in all, he was happy to have a chance to take his mind off of what just happened. As that thought left his head, he happened to walk by Mineta. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Midoriya said to him, "Never do that again," to which Mineta replied, "I'm sorry."
If that was the worst the day had to offer, then everything would be perfectly fine.
In spite of Iida's best efforts to maintain order, it was all rendered moot when it was revealed that the bus was the kind of bus with open seating. As such, everyone ended up sitting wherever they felt like sitting, much to his—and only his, Midoriya noted—disappointment.
"Going back to before, your Quirk is pretty amazing, Midoriya-chan," Tsuyu said.
"Really? Thanks, Asui-san," Midoriya said.
"Tsuyu-chan's fine, and it kind of reminds me of All Might. The part where you're super strong, anyway." It shouldn't have been that easy to be compared to All Might, but it still made Midoriya feel happy to hear that.
"Wish I could have a dozen powers at once," Kendou said. "If I could, I don't know, shoot my hands out like rockets and summon a motorcycle out of thin air, that'd be so cool. Actually, I'd be happy with just being able to summon a motorcycle out of thin air."
"I think your Quirk's pretty great as it is, though. There's no reason why you wouldn't be able to go Pro with it."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Besides, I can—and will—just by my own motorcycle when I get my license, and it will be awesome."
"Luckily, my Navel Laser is powerful and flashy by design," Aoyama said.
"Yeah, but doesn't using it too much destroy your stomach, or something?" Ashido asked. Aoyama didn't respond to that. "If we're talking about people with flashy powers, then Tokoyami's probably right up there after Midoriya thanks to Dark Shadow."
"I don't know if that's accurate," Tokoyami said.
"Come on Fumi, don't sell yourself short!" Dark Shadow said. "I mean, just look at these guns!" All of a sudden, Tokoyami gained a muscular physique that would put All Might to shame. "You're as strong as ten regular men, definitely! I'm no slouch either, though," Dark Shadow flexed its arms and made comically tiny biceps come up.
"Enough with these antics."
"If you say so." A tiny pin appeared in Dark Shadow's hand. He poked Tokoyami's chest with it, and his new physique deflated like a balloon and gave him the appearance of an old person with incredibly saggy skin.
"Tskymi!" With a goofy look on his face, Dark Shadow vanished and Tokoyami's body went back to normal. "Every time with him, I swear…"
"Okay, so let's move on from that," Kirishima said. "If we're really talking about guys who are super strong and super flashy, then Bakugou and Todoroki are definitely on the list too, right?"
"I guess, but it'd be pretty hard for them to get popular with how bad their personalities are," Tsuyu said.
"No one asked you for your opinion," Todoroki said.
"Fuck you, frog face! I bet I can get ten times as popular as you!" Bakugou said.
"See what I mean?" Tsuyu asked.
"It's only been a short while since our socialization has commenced and yet already we have been made apodictically cognizant of your personalities, redolent as they are of sewage steeped in crap and urine brought to below freezing," said Kaminari, of all people.
"Who told you to open your mouth, moron?" Todoroki asked.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Bakugou shouted. In the back of the bus, Midoriya could see Uraraka and Mineta laughing at everything taking place. He still didn't know what to make of Todoroki, but it was truly amazing that there were people who could make Bakugou of all people the butt of a joke. U.A. truly was a school for the elite.
Within time, the class finally arrived at their destination: a large, dome-shaped building they were quickly escorted inside of. It was certainly an impressive dome, but it was inside the dome where the real sights were. As far as the eye could see, there was a wide assortment of disastrous sites: a large lake filled with ships of varying sizes; two mountainous areas joined together by a fragile-looking bridge; buildings that were either completely destroyed by rocks or engulfed in a seemingly eternal flame; several domed structures marked with various symbols and colors.
"This is a scene straight out of a disaster movie, yet in this situation, it's understandable for it to invoke a sense of awe in all of you. Right before your eyes is a training area that simulates a wide variety of disasters, all of my own design. I call it the Ultimate Space for Jams, or 'USJ,' for short." All of that was said by a person dressed in a spacesuit with a black helmet. Although he didn't introduce himself, Midoriya and Uraraka wasted no time in enthusiastically identifying him as the Space Hero Thirteen, the gravity Elemental who used his powers for disaster relief all across the world.
"Thirteen, where's All Might? Wasn't he supposed to be here, already?" Aizawa asked while everyone stood in awe of various things.
"He called a little while ago to say that he can't make it," Thirteen said while holding up three fingers. "Sounds like All Might overexerted himself stopping random crimes throughout the morning and needs to rest up a bit; he's going to try and stop by at the end of the lesson, but we shouldn't get our hopes up."
"Great. Well, looks like you've got a lot of slack to pick up, Yamashiro."
"Y-Yes, sir!" Yamashiro said.
"Now then," Thirteen turned back to the class, "before we begin, we need to talk about two or three or four or seven things. As most of you know, I am a gravity Elemental; I exist as the living embodiment of a black hole, and it's only through the use of this specially designed Ikon Suit that I'm able to safely use my powers. I've only used it to benefit others, but at the same time, it's a power that can easily kill people, and many of you undoubtedly possess abilities that are similar in that regard. It is for that reason that this society puts such strict regulations on all forms of superhuman abilities, so one forgets that it only takes a single misstep to do something you'll regret for the rest of your life."
Midoriya understood all of that too well. This was the kind of stuff adults drilled into people's heads from childhood, and as such, most of the class just nodded along with minimal attention given, Bakugou, Kirishima and himself among the sole exceptions. Midoriya didn't know why Kirishima was giving Thirteen his full attention, but for Bakugou and himself, the motivation had to be everything that happened in their childhood. There was no other reason for it and no reason to simply forget it.
"During Mr. Aizawa's physical strength test, you gained an assessment of your hidden potential, and during All Might's class, you gained an understanding of how dangerous your powers can be. Today's lesson will give you an idea of how your powers can be utilized to save others from perilous situations. No power is meant for hurting people by design, and you'll all hopefully go home today understanding how much you can all help people."
Midoriya couldn't stop himself from nodding his head.
"That's all. Thank you very much for giving me your attention!" Thirteen said with a fanciful bow.
"Now then, you will all be divided… divided at random across… across each facility," Yamashiro said, quietly. "Everyone line up. I… I will give each of you a number, and then you'll get together with the other people who… have… everyone, get back!"
"Ms. Yamashiro, why are you yelling?" Iida asked; he was hardly the only one confused by the act.
"Listen to her, dammit!" Aizawa shouted.
"What's going—" The words fell apart in Midoriya's mouth as his eyes fell upon the center of the USJ. The rest of the class ended up looking in the same direction, so there was no doubt in his mind that they were all seeing the same thing: a black portal opening up out of nowhere that had dozens of unfriendly-looking people stepping out of it.
Aizawa ended up saying it out loud, but it should have already been clear to everyone that they were being attacked by Villains.
"Mr. Aizawa, Ms. Yamashiro, Thirteen, I'm leaving!" Midoriya said.
"What?!" Mineta shouted. "Midoriya, I'm freaking out too, but you can't just—"
"He can, and he should," Yamashiro said. "With his speed and his power of flight, Midoriya can get to U.A. to bring back help in just a matter of minutes."
"I'll do my best to make it one! No, one half! Everyone, please don't get hurt until then!" Midoriya said. As soon as the words left his mouth, he flew up into the air and darted away from the group. Caught up in the insanity of it all, he had no idea what angle he was flying at, but if he had to fly through a wall or a ceiling to get back to U.A., then so be it.
As it turned out, however, it all ended up as a moot point, for a smaller black portal appeared in front of Midoriya far too quick for him to react to it. The second he realized that it was there, it had swallowed him whole, and all that was around him was darkness.
She was careless; Tatsu Yamashiro was far too careless. It was obvious that one of the Villains was capable of summoning warp gates, yet she didn't consider the possibility of them being able to do it with pinpoint accuracy. She was careless, and because of that, one of her students was who knew where.
The whole thing made her sick.
"I didn't expect someone among them to be capable of flight. Things could have gone poorly for us if he had escaped." The black portal, with people no longer stepping out of it, morphed into a black, gaseous substance with a metal bracer placed near its elongated yellow eyes.
"Good job, Kurogiri," said a young-looking man dressed in all black whose face and arms were covered in severed hands. Those two had to be the leaders of the operation. "So we've got Eraserhead, Thirteen, and Katana, was it? Who is she, anyway?"
"I'm not sure. Even after discovering her file, I was unable to find any records of her past activities," Kurogiri said. No surprise there; that was the kind of anonymity her past job gave a person.
"So she's what, the living equivalent of a Mii Fighter, or some shit? How'd we get stuck with her over All Might? Oh well, I'm sure a few dead kids will bring him out of hiding." Yamashiro's grip on her blades was so tight she was afraid their hilts would break apart.
"Calm down, Yamashiro!" Aizawa said, pulling his goggles down over his eyes. "You have every right to be angry, but that's not going to help us now! The same goes for all of you!" The last sentence was directed to all of the children he and Thirteen had been keeping from charging over to the Villains. "Didn't you hear what the guy with the hands said? These people are being led by a sadist who wants to make a spectacle of our deaths, so there's no way that they just sent Midoriya to the center of the Earth or something. Given what he said about All Might, Midoriya's probably somewhere in the area."
"That doesn't mean anything if he's dead!" Kendou shouted.
"Kendou—"
"It will mean even less if you all let yourselves die from being weighed down by hypotheticals!" Yamashiro cut in. Kendou closed her mouth tight and the rest of the students seemed to be calming down, to a certain extent.
It would have been easy to leave everything to Aizawa, but she was also in charge of them, and she needed to act like it.
"Thirteen, evacuate the students and try to contact U.A.," Yamashiro said. "Kaminari, the fact that these Villains were able to sneak in like this means that they likely have someone interfering with sensors and communication, so try and use your Meta ability to take that out."
"R-Right!" Kaminari said.
"Eraserhead, these people have no idea who I am." Yamashiro drew her blades, the Soultaker Sword and its powerless twin. "Help me paint them a picture, would you?"
Without an answer needing to be given, the two of them raced down to face the Villains head on.
"So all it takes is a few pieces of trash to make you confident? I'll have to make this a regular thing, then," Aizawa said. As bad as the joke was, there was no time to think about it.
"Don't just stand there! Firing squad, you know what to do!" one of the Villains shouted. A few people pointed their hands, guns, and various other things in their direction, but most ended up doing nothing. About half of them instantly had their Quirks erased by Aizawa's Quirk, which lead to him wrapping them up in Gleipnir and slamming them all into his fists and each other.
The other half, the ones either without Quirks or using weapons, managed to get shots off towards Yamashiro. As a collective, they were, without a doubt, the slowest projectile weapons she had ever seen, and it was hardly worth the effort to cut them all in half.
As she cut down her would-be snipers with a flurry of dual sword strokes, she suddenly thought about giving Floyd a call. It'd be nice to know what he's been up to.
"What the hell? Why didn't their Quirks work?" one Villain asked as Yamashiro kept cutting people down.
"You moron! Don't you know who that guy is? That's Eraserhead, the Hero with a Quirk that erases other Quirks!" another Villain said.
"Hah! Easy picking, then!" said a four-armed Villain with a rocky body. "All we gotta do is swarm him with Metahumans, magic users, mutants and people with mutation Quirks! Save the normal Quirks for the bitch!"
Aizawa wasted no time punching him in the face.
"Not a bad strategy," Aizawa said as he wrapped the Gleipnir around his leg. "My Quirk only works on other Quirks, and even then, it works best on emitter and transformation-type Quirks." Aizawa ducked what looked like a fireball coming at him from behind, resulting in it blasting someone else in the face. "People like you tend to have the advantage in close-quarters," Aizawa threw the four-armed Villain into the one who launched the fireball, "so I've made sure to have enough countermeasures to go around."
"Would you prefer to try your luck with the bitch?" Yamashiro asked as she sliced four people with one sword stroke. "My Quirk is no good here, so things might work out for you. It also might not, but who knows?" Yamashiro jumped up and swung her swords in a spinning motion, knocking down everyone around her as if she were a miniature tornado. As she fell down to the ground, she tossed up her sheaths and kicked them straight into the foreheads of two Villains. "There are no guarantees in this crazy world."
As Yamashiro and Aizawa continued to take down every Villain who came at them, the man with the hands started furiously scratching at his neck. He looked like he was having an episode, but he would get no sympathy from her.
"What the hell is going on here?" the man with the hands asked, still scratching his neck. "Eraserhead is one thing, but some complete unknown is tearing them apart without breaking a sweat. They should all be at the recommended level, so what even is this?"
"I don't know, Shigaraki, but for now, I'm moving ahead with the next phase of the plan," Kurogiri said. The man now identified as Shigaraki stopped scratching at his neck as Kurogiri disappeared from sight. Yamashiro turned around and saw that he had reappeared by Thirteen and the students, blocking off their escape route.
Yamashiro wanted nothing more than to be able to run back up there and protect them, but she knew that that would have been pointless. With Kurogiri's speed, he would be able to send them all away before she could even get halfway there. It pained her to admit it, but her time was better spent clearing away the mob.
She heard an explosion in the distance coupled with some yelling. In the corner of her eye, Kurogiri's body expanded to cover the entire group, and when it receded, only Thirteen and a handful of students were left standing there. She couldn't think about it, she couldn't dwell on it. If Aizawa was right, and he had to be right, then they were all still in the area and—most likely—still alive. She needed to put it on the back burner and just keep fighting.
"Yamashiro, you're slicing at air," Aizawa said. She lost herself for a second, and when she regained her bearings, she saw that all of the Villains were down for the count, save for Kurogiri—who was still with Thirteen and the students—a black-colored man with a bird-like face and an exposed brain, and Shigaraki, who was just standing there looking annoyed.
"What's wrong? Scared for the little kids?" Shigaraki asked. "Why, though? Kids getting involved in crimefighting is a tradition as old as time, itself. They dress up in their colorful speedos and short shorts, throw a few snappy one-liners at bad guys like me, and when the time's right, a bad guy like me strolls on over to bash their heads open with a crowbar. Fun for the whole family, right?"
"Wrong," Aizawa said. "It's been a long time since we had people like the Teen Titans or Young Justice running around, and it's the duty of us adults to prove why that needs to stay that way."
"Then I guess it's the duty of us Villains to kill you all, regardless," Shigaraki ran at Yamashiro with speed far greater than she had anticipated. She got out a pincering attack with her swords, but he jumped up and avoided it. He hit the ground at the same time Yamashiro brought her arms back, and when that happened, he grabbed the Soultaker Sword with his bare hands. "Look at you two, taking out all the minions Sensei worked so hard to get for me. Must feel nice to be a Hero, to have all the big muscles and fancy toys you need to beat up anyone who looks at you funny. That's what the League of Villains is here for, though. There needs to be someone to even the playing field between those who embody Justice and those who embody Doom and why the hell is your sword still here?! Eraserhead isn't looking over here, so it's supposed to be dust!"
"So you have a Quirk that lets you disintegrate whatever you touch, do you?" Yamashiro asked. "Sorry, but that won't work on this sword."
"Let me guess: magic?"
"It's a simple spell, but quite unbreakable. Your hands, by comparison…" Yamashiro spun the Soultaker Sword around and cut up Shigaraki's hands. He pulled them away fast enough to keep them attached, but the damage was still dealt. As he recoiled in pain, Yamashiro swung the Soultaker Sword's powerless twin at Shigaraki's head, but he ducked and narrowly avoided the strike. She prepared for another attack, but he had already run out of her range.
The man was annoyingly quick.
"Goddammit!" Shigaraki shouted. "Taking care of my hands is already a pain in the ass without cunts like you messing it all up!"
"Save the rants for your online forums," Aizawa said.
"Gladly, but first? I'm going to watch you two die," Shigaraki said. "Noumu, bring me their hearts on a platter." The bird man with the exposed brain, now identified as Noumu, charged forward at Yamashiro and Aizawa. Shigaraki might have been the leader of the League of Villains, but it was clear that Noumu was his secret weapon of some sort.
Hopefully he'd bleed just like anyone else.
In an instant, darkness had engulfed Midoriya's vision. In another instant, light had returned to it, but not because he was back at the USJ. Rather, it was because of the stars illuminating the area around him.
"I-I'm in space?!" Midoriya shouted. "I can't believe it! How?! No, I know how, so that's not important! I gotta get back to Earth and help the others! Would it be quicker to go to Green Lantern and tell him about this? Probably, but what if he figures out that I'm an alien? That could be bad—wait! I gotta stop breathing or else I'm going to die!"
"PLEASE CALM YOURSELF, KAL-EL," came the voice of K.E.L.E.X. via his costume's telepathic interface.
"K.E.L.E.X.!" Midoriya shouted before clamping his hands against his mouth to conserve oxygen.
"YOU HAVE NOT LEFT THE CONFINES OF EARTH; YOU ARE MERELY IN A CHAMBER DESIGNED TO SIMULATE THE ZERO GRAVITY ENVIRONMENT OF OUTER SPACE. AS SUCH, YOU ARE IN NO DANGER OF RUNNING OUT OF OXYGEN." Midoriya took a second to stare out at nothing before removing his hands from his mouth, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole thing, all the while. "OF COURSE, YOUR PHYSIOLOGY ALLOWS FOR YOU TO HAVE 98.436926454038% CHANCE OF BEING ABLE TO BREATHE IN A VACUUM, SO THE ENTIRE ACT WAS MOOT FROM THE START."
"I don't think there'll ever be a good time to test that theory." Midoriya surveyed his surroundings. If this was just artificial zero gravity, then he had to be in one of the training facilities at the USJ. That made sense; there were a random assortment of asteroids floating around, but if he looked closely, he could see that they weren't real. However, now was not the time to be judging Thirteen's skills as an artist. He needed to get out of there and get back to helping the others.
In spite of that, he found himself unable to do anything other than float in place.
"Come on, already! Fly, Izuku, fly!"
"THAT APPEARS TO BE RATHER UNLIKELY, KAL-EL. WHILE YOU DO POSSESS THE POWER OF FLIGHT, YOU ARE STILL BOUND BY GRAVITY, SO BEING IN A ZERO GRAVITY ENVIRONMENT WILL STILL RENDER YOU UNABLE TO MOVE. I SAY THAT BECAUSE WHILE IT WOULD NOT BE IMPOSSIBLE FOR SOMEONE TO FLY WITHIN A ZERO GRAVITY ENVIRONMENT, BECAUSE YOU HAVE NEVER ENTERED ONE BEFORE, YOUR BODY IS NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE CHARACTERISTICS OF ONE, AND IS THEREFORE UNABLE TO EFFICIENTLY MOVE INSIDE OF ONE."
"That's not good enough, K.E.L.E.X.! I can't help anyone if I'm just floating around in the air like a balloon tied to a mailbox!"
"APOLOGIES, KAL-EL, BUT I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM EXPECTED TO DO ABOUT THIS." Midoriya motioned to say something else, but before he could, a laser beam blasted him in the face. It was small in size and didn't even hurt him, but the fact of the matter was that it shouldn't have existed in the first place.
"The kid's still alive? Tough little shit, I guess."
"No one's invincible, though. We'll overwhelm the brat with numbers and tear him apart!" Just as Midoriya had surmised, there were Villains in the area, all of them either clinging to asteroids or floating through the air. The worst part about the revelation was that it was likely that there were Villains spread out across the other facilities, which meant the one with the teleporting power was probably going to send the rest of the class in their direction in the hopes of seeing them killed.
"All the more reason to not waste time here," Midoriya said. He fired a blast of heat vision at the Villain who shot the laser beam, and he was sent flying with ease. Midoriya kept it activated and swept at the Villains in his line of sight, hitting everyone without fail. From behind, some Villains tried to grab at him, but Midoriya managed to knock them away with a combination of punches, kicks, and super breath.
"'These people aren't that strong, but the fact that there's so many of them is annoying,' is what you're thinking, right?"
"What?" The voice sounded close, but there was no one nearby.
"Up here." Midoriya turned up and saw that standing on top of his head was a woman wearing a green, bug-themed costume. He had no idea how she got there.
"Same way I got here, most likely," the woman said, suddenly appearing in front of him. "I'll save you the trouble and just come out with it: it's teleportation." She started walking in a circle around him as if they were on dry land. "Either that or the big guy at the keyboard is getting lazy with his transitions. Hard to tell, sometimes." Midoriya knew that that didn't warrant a response, yet he still threw a punch at her. It never connected, and all of a sudden, she was sitting on a nearby asteroid with a bag of Let's potato chips, chomping at every chip that floated in the air.
I don't think this woman's the one who brought everyone here, but her teleportation is even more dangerous than the other one! Midoriya thought. It's instantaneous and doesn't leave any indication that it's coming or just happened! What's more, either her suit or her power lets her be in zero gravity without any side effects! Out of everyone here, she's the most dangerous!
"Just now, you were thinking about how awesome I am, right?" The woman suddenly appeared in front of Midoriya and hit him with an uppercut to the jaw. It didn't hurt at all, but the fact that it hit at all was startling, on its own. "Wow, you are tough! Even with my Sunday best on, it still felt like punching a brick wall to end brick walls, and I bet you didn't even feel a thing! Whatever, that doesn't matter. The rest of these guys are trying to kill you, but that's stupid. After all, all we really need to do is keep you locked away in here until Shigaraki finishes killing your friends, right?"
Before Midoriya could say anything, she appeared in front of him and put a finger to his lips.
"No no no, ol' Ambush Bug gets the last word before the chapter ends. You got a problem with that, then save it for next time, okay, Midoriya? Good."
Another harmless punch was sent to his face.
I have absolutely no idea how this happened, but please don't expect it to happen again.
Chapter 21: The Assault of the Superhuman Devils (2)
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Mineta knew he wasn't the best person, but he still liked to think that he was a good person. He donated whatever spare change he had to charity whenever the opportunity presented itself; he put at least enough effort into his studies to not make his parents feel disappointed; when he was in the mood to act lecherous, he acted fairly and went after girls of all shapes and sizes, not just ones with curvaceous figures, though having at least a sizeable chest was a dealbreaker. He was a good person, so he didn't deserve things like being attacked by Villains when he was barely out of junior high, nor did he deserve things like being sucked into some kind of black hole.
His vision stopped being surrounded by darkness within a matter of seconds, but his overall fear still left him blind and deaf to everything around him; that and the tears in his eyes and the screams hitting his eardrums. All he knew was that he was falling towards something, and with his luck, it was going to be one of those pit traps with spikes covered in feces to give your enemies an infection. It ended up not being spikes, but it was something hard and rough, nonetheless. He probably cracked his skull open on some form of pavement, and now his brains were going to spill out somewhere until he died.
All of that happening without him ever getting a chance to cop a feel.
"Hey, Mineta, just how long do you plan on enjoying yourself for?" Mineta found the strength to silence himself, and with that, the tears in his eyes dried enough to give him back his vision. At the end of that, he saw that wherever he was, he had apparently fallen onto Jirou's chest. As such, his assessment of falling onto something hard and rough was fairly accurate.
"There's nothing enjoyable about this," Mineta said. He was subsequently thrown off of Jirou and into a wall.
"Oh, it's Mineta-kun. Yay?" Over in a corner, Hagakure's figure shimmered back into view. Why she couldn't have been his landing pad, Mineta didn't know.
"Where are we, anyway?"
"I think we're in that part that looked like a destroyed city," Jirou said.
"Man, Thirteen really made it feel authentic; feels like the ground will break apart if I take just one wrong step," Hagakure said. "There's a hole in the ceiling. Should we climb up through it to get a higher vantage point or something?"
"Don't think we need to." Jirou stood up and shot one of her jacks into the wall for a few seconds before pulling it out. "I think I can just barely hear the sound of a sword cutting people up. That's probably Ms. Yamashiro, which means she and Mr. Aizawa are still fighting these League of Villains guys." They were still in danger, then. Not at all what Mineta wanted to hear.
"What are we gonna do?"
"What do you mean? We're gonna stay right here and not even think about moving a spot!" Mineta said.
"We can't just do nothing!"
"The hell we can't! We're not the Teen Titans or Young Justice, you know! Kids like us shouldn't be forced to put their lives on the line like this, especially when we're barely a month into our high school debuts! You saw how much ass Mr. Aizawa and Ms. Yamashiro were kicking, so let's just leave it to them!"
"We can't do that!" Jirou said. "Did you forget what that portal guy said, Mineta? These guys are here to kill All Might, and they wouldn't have set up something so elaborate if they didn't have some kind of secret weapon. If they really do have a secret weapon for killing All Might, don't you think it'd be even easier for it to kill people who are weaker than him?"
"Then wouldn't it be super duper easy for them to kill us!"
"Only if we just stand around and do nothing!"
Mineta readied himself for another comeback of questionable validity, but before he could say anything, a blast of water shot out at the three of them; a well-timed tackle from Hagakure got Mineta and Jirou to the ground fast enough to dodge the attack, leading to them simply falling into the resulting puddle. As Mineta lied there, he could feel the water slowly heating up underneath him. Thinking fast, he pushed Jirou and Hagakure off of him and jumped away from the puddle just as it turned into something acidic and burned a hole through the floor.
"These brats are pretty quick on their feet."
"Just barely, though. We'll get 'em in no time." A large group of people was funneling into the room, and just as Mineta feared, they were Villains.
"Oh, crap," Jirou said as the Villains charged at them. "Oh, crap! Come on guys, we gotta move!"
"You think?!" Mineta shouted, already making for the nearest exit. As he went for it, a Villain shot string from his fingertips and moved them as if they were going to wrap themselves around Mineta. Before they could, a burst of sound that sounded like a highly amplified heartbeat hit the Villain and made him stop his attack out of shock. Jirou was right behind him all of a sudden, so that had to have been from her.
"Sparkle Slapper!" In the corner of his eye—the corner that wasn't drenched in tears—Mineta saw Hagakure blinding a couple of Villains as she narrowly avoided getting stabbed by knives that were both being held by people and jutting out of people's bodies. She joined up with him and Jirou, and the three of them were able to exit the room. As they did, Mineta threw as many balls as he could against the wall and slammed the door against them, sealing it up tight.
If their lives weren't in danger, he might have found the time to be proud of himself for being so clever, but there was clearly none of that. There was none of that, yet he and the girls still found themselves stopping to take a breath when they got far enough away from the Villains.
"Okay! As soon as we catch our breath, we're getting the hell out of here!" Mineta said.
"You think that'll work? There's no way they won't be expecting that. As soon as we try and leave, they'll do whatever they can to kill us. The only way we're getting out of here is if we take them all out," Jirou said.
"You're still on about fighting them?! Why?! All my Quirk is good for is stupid traps that only keep you distracted for a second! I managed to trap them back there, but they'll just destroy the door, you know! Hagakure, are you able to shoot lasers like your MILF, Doctor Light?!"
"Please don't call my mom a MILF, and no. I-I can only freely refract light in an area about the size of my hands put together," Hagakure said.
"Jirou, that super loud heartbeat probably comes from those speakers on your boots, right?! So it only comes out in a straight line, right?!" Jirou nodded her head at both questions. "How else are you gonna fight?! By summoning cannons or whipping out a cutlass from thin air?!"
"What? Are you talking about my costume? I don't—I can't do anything pirate-like," Jirou said.
"Then why are you dressed like a punk rock pirate or some shit?!"
"It's just, um, based off of this dream I have now and then, and there's also a chimpanzee there—you know, I don't have to explain myself to you."
"Yes, you do! You need to explain how you expect us, of all people, to do something!" Jirou just stared at him with mixed emotion, and Hagakure's posture suggested that she was just as concerned as him. "We're the worst kids in class, you know! We got the lowest scores on Mr. Aizawa's test! All three of us lost our fights in All Might's class! Expecting people like us to win a real, life-or-death fight is like expecting Kite Man to take down Yasuko!"
"You think I don't know all that?!" Jirou shouted. "You know, at least you got to use your Quirk for something in that stupid test! At least you got to do something before you lost in your fight! I'm in a way worse place than you, but at least I know I don't have the luxury of hiding away and crying!"
That hurt like hell, and it wasn't true. Mineta wasn't just trying to hide, he was trying to survive, and if he was crying, then there shouldn't have been anything wrong with that, given the circumstances. All of those convenient pleasantries and more were things Mineta wanted to tell himself, but he couldn't. After all, it was one thing to be aware of your own cowardice, but another to have someone else rightly throw it in your face. Jirou and Hagakure and everyone else were probably just as scared as he was, but even so, they still wanted to fight. That's what Heroes did, right?
At the very least, it's what Midoriya would do.
"At the very least, there's no way a standup guy like me can let you girls do all the work," Mineta said.
"Your level of concern is astounding," Jirou said.
"Kyoka-chan, make fun of him later!" Hagakure said. "Or not at all, maybe?"
"No, go ahead and do what you want when we're out of this mess," Mineta said. "For now, watch me come up with an awesome plan to get us out of here!"
Momo Yaoyorozu was in desperate need of a plan to get out of her situation. From the second Midoriya was whisked away somewhere, her thoughts had been in complete disarray. The friend she had known for almost a year was one of the strongest people she had ever met, yet he was effortlessly apprehended by the man with the warping ability. Aizawa assured them that, in all likelihood, he was still alive, but that did little to stop Iida from looking like he just took a hard punch to the stomach; to stop Uraraka from looking like she was going to have a heart attack; to stop Kendou from looking like she was completely beside herself. She didn't even have time to try and snap her friends out of their respective funks—let alone snap herself out of her own—before the man with the warping ability punctuated a villainous monologue by scattering herself and others all across the USJ.
The next thing Yaoyorozu knew, she fell headfirst into a pool of water and just barely crafted a baton to hit a shark-like Villain as it tried to bite her. She was doing a good job, but seriously trying to fight someone in the water was different from playing a game of chicken at the family reunion in Chong Mai, so it brought to mind the question of how long she could maintain her coordination for.
Fortunately, the question never had to be answered, for in the middle of her fight, the shark-like Villain was kicked hard in the head by Tsuyu, a Kaminari desperately trying to hold his breath being held tight under her arm. Just as her confusion started to fade, Tsuyu had used her tongue to toss her up onto a boat, her and Kaminari joining her a few seconds later. Kaminari spent a few seconds catching his breath, and during that time, Yaoyorozu and Tsuyu went over the situation once more just to realize they had come to the same conclusion: they had no idea what to do.
"Seriously? Neither of you has a plan? Please don't put this all on me, because I am not an idea guy," Kaminari said.
"Kaminari-san, just—please give me a moment," Yaoyorozu said. It was usually just a figure of speech, but with all of the aquatic Villains circling the boat, it was probably literal in that particular instance. It was only a matter of time before they all either made their way onto the boat or found some way to sink it and send them all to a watery grave.
None of that was helpful, yet Yaoyorozu couldn't get her mind away from it.
"Well, they're all in the water, so Kaminari-chan should be able to just shock all of them from up here, right?"
"Wrong! I can't use my power without making direct contact with something, so if I tried to jump in the water to get those guys, I'd just end up shocking myself along with them!" Yaoyorozu figured as much; Kaminari never used his electricity from a distance in the previous class, even though there was no reason not to do so, so it had to be beyond his abilities, making it pointless to think about. "Even if I could, there's no way it'd work. The second I'd try and get a shot off, one of them would just trap me in a ball of rubber or something."
As that last sentence finished pressing against Yaoyorozu's eardrums, a lightbulb appeared to go off in her head; very appropriate, given the one who set it off.
"You might be right about that."
"No, Asui-san, he's wrong, and it's a good thing that he is!" Yaoyorozu said.
"First time for everything," Kaminari said. "Also, what do you mean?"
"Don't you remember what that warping Villain said when Midoriya-san was sent away? He said that he didn't expect anyone among us to be capable of flight. That must mean that the Villains only know the abilities of the adults who are supposed to be here, and not any of the students."
"Are you sure about that? I think we've all figured out that these guys were the ones who destroyed the U.A. Barrier last week, and that has to be how they knew we'd be here at all. If they managed to get that prepared, then why wouldn't they know our powers?"
"Most likely because they were only able to be that prepared. The ones who broke in most likely feared getting caught if they stayed on campus for too long, so they must have fled after memorizing the class schedule and nothing else."
"You're probably right, Momo-chan," Tsuyu said. "My Metahuman power lets me thrive in this kind of environment, so if they were aware of it beforehand, they probably would have sent me to those burning buildings. Not only that, but even if they knew Kaminari-chan can't use his electricity from a distance, they'd be stupid to write off the possibility of him doing a suicide attack."
"Then I guess that makes me pretty stupid, too!" Kaminari said. "Seriously, though, that does make a lot of sense. What's the plan then, Yaoyorozu?" Kaminari started looking at her expectantly, Tsuyu matching his gaze the best she could. She was the one who brought them up to this point, so it was up to her to not be the person to coldly drop them back to the ground.
If she just asked herself, "What would Princess Shazam do?" then it would all flow like water.
"We're going to take advantage of their ignorance," Yaoyorozu said. "They didn't bother learning what we could do because they thought a bunch of kids fresh out of junior high wouldn't be able to cause them trouble, so let's show them how wrong they were to do so."
Kaminari and Tsuyu looked happy to hear that, so it seemed like that really was a Princess Shazam-type thing to say.
It was a very basic scenario: Villains show up out of nowhere to scare unsuspecting rookies; unsuspecting rookies are scattered about by one of the Villains; the unsuspecting rookies are thrown at other Villains and overwhelmed by numbers until they end up as little more than another statistic. It was a very basic scenario, one that should be guaranteed success.
It was a shame that Todoroki was among those unsuspecting rookies, otherwise, some of them might have had a chance.
"How pathetic. Are these really the kinds of Villains running around Japan? No wonder my old man can't move up in the rankings." Todoroki was among the group who had gotten caught in the warping Villain's power. When his vision returned to him, he had fallen into an area that looked like a city caught in a landslide. The Villains hiding about wasted no time in swarming him, and Todoroki wasted no time in freezing them all over.
"You little bastard!" one Villain said, or at least as best he could with his body encased in ice.
"Yeah, I'm the little bastard; the little bastard who can break you and all your buddies up into enough ice cubes for a cocktail party if you try and test me." All remnants of rage on the Villains' faces vanished and was replaced with fear. Exactly what he was going for. "Now then, that warping Villain talked about how you all came here to kill All Might. What exactly is the big plan for that?"
"C-C-Come on! We may be nothin' but grunts, but we still got our pride, you know!"
"Is that right? Does it outweigh losing a few limbs?" Todoroki took a few steps towards the Villains.
"D-Don't fall for it, g-g-guys. H-He's acting all emo and shit, b-b-but he still wants to be a Hero, and no kid wants to be known as the g-g-guy who killed p-people on his second week of class." Just what he needed, more people acting as if they knew him.
"You know how in movies and TV shows, when someone loses a finger or a toe, they'll put it on ice and get it reattached a few scenes later?" Todoroki stopped in front of one Villain and grabbed him by the hand. "I've always been curious about whether or not the science for that was accurate," Todoroki moved his fingers around the Villain's fingers, "and since we've already got the ice taken care of, well…" Todoroki started pulling the Villain's fingers back until a small cracking sound could be heard.
"It's Taira! It's Taira! It's Taira, goddammit!" Todoroki let go of his fingers. Another time, maybe.
"Who's Taira?"
"The guy with the bird face and the brain sticking out of his head! Shigaraki said that he was our secret weapon for killing All Might! I don't get it, but I sure as hell believe it! Taira ran off with some doctor guy a while back, and the next time anyone sees him, he comes back looking like that and being strong as shit!"
"Compared to all of you, anyone would be." That Villain and the others started yelling at Todoroki to get them out of the ice, but he was already walking away from them. Things were going to end soon enough, so they'd probably be able to survive being frozen until then.
"H-H-Hey!" Someone called out to him. It wasn't any of the Villains; it sounded younger and more effeminate. Todoroki turned around and saw a brown-haired girl clutching herself for warmth. It took him a second, but he remembered that it was Uraraka. One of Midoriya's friends.
Just what he needed right now.
"When did you get here?" Todoroki asked.
"Wh-When did I—I was h-h-here the whole t-t-time!" Uraraka shouted.
"Really? Must have missed you."
"N-No kidding! I'm freezing here, a-and I barely k-k-kept myself from ending j-j-just like those guys!" Todoroki was staring at her without making a sound. Uraraka was glaring at him, moans of anger mixed in with chattering teeth. "D-Don't you have anything to say?"
After a few more seconds of silence, Todoroki said, "Next time, make your presence known," turned around, and headed for the center of USJ. He could hear footsteps behind him and incomprehensible yelling mixed in with chattering teeth.
It didn't matter. He'd end it all, soon enough.
"Do I have to do this?" Kaminari asked.
"Our other option is dying, so probably," said Tsuyu.
"This just feels stupid."
"Sometimes stupid works. Besides, it's only for a little bit, so just deal with it."
"Fine." Yaoyorozu nodded her head at the two of them. It was time to get to work, so she started putting her Quirk into effect while the two of them climbed on top of the ship's railing.
"Hey, assholes! What are you doing just swimming around in there?! Too afraid to come up here and get us?! Here I thought you guys were fish, but I guess you're really just chickens!" Kaminari truly had a way with words.
"Big talk for a brat who looks like he's about to shit his pants!" one of the Villains shouted.
"Even bigger talk for the guy I kicked in the head a minute ago," Tsuyu said.
"The hell'd you just say?!" Yaoyorozu could hear water splashing in Kaminari and Tsuyu's direction, so it was safe to say that the Villains were being lured towards them. Exactly what she needed.
"Dumb and hard of hearing, are you? It almost makes me feel sorry for you."
"Don't make us come up there and rip your legs off!" another Villain said.
"Try it and you're all barbecue!" Kaminari said, sparks of electricity flying off of his fingers.
"Shit, he's got electric powers?" one Villain asked.
"Come on, there's no way it's worth shit," another Villain said.
"It's totally worth shit; so much shit, man!" Kaminari said.
"Please. If it was, then you would have done something already. Bet you can barely get the stuff away from your face."
"I-I'm not dignifying that with a response!" It was too late for that, obviously. "You know what? Maybe I'll just jump in and zap you all directly. How'd you feel about that?"
"Yeah, right. Like you'd be stupid enough for some kinda suicide attack," one of the Villains said.
"Kaminari-chan's plenty capable of being plenty stupid," Tsuyu said.
"Thanks for the sentiment," Kaminari said.
"Come on, jump in. I fucking dare you!" one Villain shouted.
"Hell, I'll double dare you!" another Villain shouted.
"What? No triple dog daring?" Tsuyu asked.
"Don't encourage them!" Kaminari said.
"Done!" Yaoyorozu said. Her body twitched as the last of her creation broke free from her flesh and hit the floor with a heavy thud. All of the arguing instantly came to a halt, and as it did, Kaminari and Tsuyu jumped off the railing and ran back to her side. By the time the aquatic Villains started circling back to Yaoyorozu's location, the three of them had already grabbed the large cables attached to the high voltage generator she had created and tossed them into the water. The Villains who weren't fleeing for their lives started either shouting obscenities or pleas for mercy, but this was the place for none of that, whatsoever.
That was what Yaoyorozu thought as she flipped the switch and sent an untold number of volts into the water.
"Anyone up for fish sticks?" Kaminari asked. "You know, 'cause we just fried all those guys?"
"If you have to explain the joke, there is no joke, ribbit," Tsuyu said. Yaoyorozu didn't get it until he explained it, so she had to disagree with Tsuyu on that.
"Regardless, we managed to win this fight. Thank you both for your assistance," Yaoyorozu said.
"It was really all you, Momo-chan. All we did was talk their ears off."
"No one here should be wanting more from these guys, you know," Kaminari asked. "Speaking of, they're not, you know, dead, right?"
"The generator shouldn't have been powerful enough to produce a lethal charge when put into contact with water," Yaoyorozu said. In spite of that, none of the Villains were moving, all of them just floating in the water with burns across their body. Staring at them didn't make them any less immobile, so Yaoyorozu created a long stick from her body and poked the nearest Villain in the eye.
The Villain let out a pained groan.
"Okay, they should be fine. Let's try and regroup with the rest of the class."
Since the dawn of time, every Hero has had a moment that forever defined them as who they were. For Fire, it was when she and Ice worked together to stop The Wizard from opening a portal to Grimmworld. For Steve Trevor, it was when he bravely sacrificed his life to tear a hole in the Red Lanterns' defenses and end the Lantern War in Earth's favor. For Mineta, it would be when his master plan goes into effect and saves the day.
Unless he died, of course. That would put a hole in a plan, but it was something he'd deal with later. However, seeing as one of the Villains managed to run into him in a hallway, it was probably something he'd have to deal with then and there.
"Well well well, looks like I got one," the Villain said with a smirk.
"S-S-Stay back, you!" Mineta said, his legs visibly shaking. "Y-You don't wanna mess with me!"
"Actually, I think I do." The Villain's arms became wrapped in energy in the shape of scythes that reached out to about halfway between them. Mineta, amid a good cry, flailed his arms about before turning around and running away. The Villain laughed as he chased after him, but that only made Mineta run away faster. He kept swiping at Mineta, but a combination of speed and shortness allowed for Mineta to dodge with ease, though that did nothing to improve his present situation.
"Gotcha, brat!" Especially when he ended up running into another Villain. Still screaming, Mineta jumped down and slid through the second Villain's legs before he could be punched with a flaming fist. The Villain with the flaming fist wasn't able to stop himself fast enough, so he ended up running right into the Villain with the energy scythes.
"Watch where you're going, asshole!" shouted the Villain with the energy scythes. He stepped away from the Villain with the flaming fist in an obvious attempt to keep going after Mineta.
The word "attempt" is used here because as soon as he stepped forward, the Villain with the flaming fist got pulled along with him.
""What the fuck!"" They both shouted. They weren't touching each other, yet they couldn't seem to get away from each other. As soon as Mineta saw that, his cowardly expression turned into one of satisfaction.
"Now, Hagakure!" Mineta shouted. While the Villains were arguing, the sound of two heavy impacts came about in quick succession, and the Villains fell to the ground, unconscious; a brick appeared to be suspended in the air above them. The air between their arms shimmered until it was revealed that one of Mineta's sticky balls was stuck between them; the air behind the fallen Villains shimmered until it was revealed that Hagakure was standing behind them, holding a brick.
"And another one bites the dust!" Hagakure said.
"Nice job, Hagakure!" Mineta said as he threw some of his balls against a wall. Hagakure hoisted the unconscious Villains up off the ground and threw them against Mineta's balls, locking them in place.
"I know I keep asking this, but they really won't be able to come after us, right?"
"'Course not. I got their limbs locked up good, and I had a high fiber breakfast today, so these things'll hold for hours."
"I am so happy you found a less gross way to explain that." Mineta agreed to disagree, and the pair moved on to find more targets.
This was the first part of Mineta's plan: Operation "Make Sure We Don't All Die". First, Mineta would run around to find Villains, with Hagakure making herself invisible to follow behind him without being seen. Once contact was made, Mineta would shed crocodile tears—an easy thing to do when he was scared out of his mind—and get the Villain to drop their guard. Once that happened, Mineta would throw one of his balls at them, and Hagakure would use her power to make it invisible. From there, Mineta would seemingly start to run away, but in actuality, he would get the Villain to run around until he came across a second Villain for the first one to get stuck to. As soon as they were completely stuck to each other, Hagakure would knock them out cold with a brick— ideally in one go, but sometimes it needed a few extra swings.
It was hardly the most graceful plan, but you can't always worry about looking cool when you needed to save the day. The fact of the matter was that Mineta's plan was getting results, as he and Hagakure had successfully taken down almost twenty Villains. They were the two biggest losers in the class, yet there they were, holding their own against the criminal scum that roamed the streets. This had to be the kind of thing you took with you for life, it just had to be.
All of those thoughts and more were rolling around in Mineta's head as he and Hagakure kept at it. All of those thoughts and more were rolling around in Mineta's head as he found another target, a Villain with a body that resembled a minotaur. All of those thoughts and more were rolling around in Mineta's head as he threw an invisible ball at a new Villain, only for it to suddenly be pierced to the wall by a knife.
"What?" Mineta asked, the Villain he was targeting wasting no time to copy the sentiment.
"What the hell? How's this knife floating in midair like that?" the Villain asked as he extended a finger out towards the invisible ball.
"Don't move your finger another centimeter! The kid threw some kind of ball that'll probably get stuck to you if you touch it!" shouted a voice that belonged to no one; for some reason, the voice came from above Mineta's head. The mystery of it didn't last for very long, for the air above his head shimmered until a chameleon-like man was revealed to be hanging from the ceiling.
This is probably bad, Mineta thought.
"I got too much experience with invisibility to let something like this fly. Especially when one of the people involved is on my hit list!" The chameleon man jumped down and hit the air by a far corner of the hall with a dropkick. There was a cry and a thud, and a few seconds later, Hagakure—propping herself up off the floor next to a broken brick—came back into view. "Ah, that feels even better knowing I did it to you."
"Think you little brats are clever, eh?!" shouted the minotaur Villain. "Let's see how clever you feel as a couple of piles of mincemeat!"
"Do what you want with the shrimp, but the invisible girl's mine!"
This is definitely bad! As Mineta's crocodile tears started to become genuine, the minotaur Villain and the chameleon Villain charged at Mineta and Hagakure. The two of them wasted no time in running away from the Villains as fast as they could, but the Villains wasted no time in chasing after them as fast as they could.
"Hey! Everyone! If you run into a little shrimpy kid, don't just stand there when he throws his arms around like a pussy! He's doing a trick to get you all stuck to stuff! Follow the sound of my voice so we can kick his ass, together!" shouted the minotaur Villain at the top of his lungs. Mineta could hear the sound of even more footsteps coming in their direction, hardly the direction he wanted to hear them going in.
"What's the plan now, Mineta-kun?!" Hagakure asked.
"How the hell should I know?! Just keep running!" Mineta shouted. He knew he didn't need to tell her that, but it all just sort of slipped out. Perhaps a part of him felt obligated to get his cowardice out in the open, but he didn't want to think about it any more than he needed to. All he wanted to think about was making sure he and Hagakure got as far away from the Villains as possible; if he could do that, then they'd be okay.
After a few minutes of running, not only did the two of them end up back at the room they were first brought to, but all of the Villains—most likely all of the ones they hadn't subdued yet—were quickly filing in from all entrances. Suffice to say, things were far from okay.
"S-S-Stay back, all of you!" Mineta said, moving his hands towards his head. Before things could go any further, the chameleon Villain wrapped his tail around his tiny body and started squeezing him tightly.
"Mineta-kun!" Hagakure shouted as the minotaur Villain pushed her to the ground and locked up her limbs.
"Gotta say, you little brats gave us a real run for our money, but your little spring ends here," the chameleon Villain said. "It's about time you learned what happens when you play with the big boys, and I think I'm gonna start with you." He pointed at Hagakure.
"Me?! Why are you so obsessed with me?!"
"Like you don't know."
"I don't!"
"...Wait, seriously?" he asked, looking dumbfounded.
"Seriously! What is your problem?!"
"What's my—your mom's my problem!"
"Really? What did my mom ever do to you?" The chameleon Villain looked even more dumbfounded than before.
"Seriously?! It—It's me! The Chameleon! Doctor Light's archenemy!"
Hagakure—and many of the surrounding Villains—laughed as if they had completely forgotten the situation they were in.
"Seriously though, I have never heard about you before," Hagakure said.
"Are you kidding me?! That bitch and I have fought each other for years! And she's been putting me and my boys away for years! This was my chance to get revenge on her by killing her kid, but now you're saying—no, you're lying to me, aren't you?"
"I'm really not. My mom fights tons of Villains, so you can't expect her to remember every single one she puts away. I mean, it's not like your the Shadow Thief, or anything. Now there's a guy who actually could be my mom's archenemy." The Villains all started laughing again.
"Man, this kid's a riot. Almost a shame we gotta violently murder her," said the minotaur Villain. "Let's hurry up with that. This room feels like it's falling apart at the seams."
"Don't tell me what to do!" The Chameleon pulled out another knife and pointed it at Hagakure. "I'm gonna take my time gutting her like a fish, and when I'm done? I'm gonna chop off her annoying little see-through head and send it right to her mother! Priority shipping! I'd like to see her laugh about that!"
Mineta couldn't see Hagakure's face, but he knew for a fact that she was as scared as he was from the very start, as scared as he was pretending not to be throughout the entire operation. He couldn't allow that, he couldn't stand for that. There was only room for one coward among them, and Mineta already had dibs on the role.
It might have been contradictory to that attitude for Mineta to bite down on The Chameleon's tail with all of his might, but desperate times called for out of character moments. Those moments were beneficial, it seemed, for Mineta's bite was enough for The Chameleon to loosen his grip enough for Mineta to break free. He was gasping for air the second he hit the ground, but he couldn't afford to rest as he charged at the minotaur Villain.
"Body Improvement Club, don't fail me now!" Before anyone could fully act, Mineta jumped up at an angle and headbutted the minotaur Villain right in the face. The minotaur Villain let go of Hagakure and fell backward, and for added measure, Mineta stuck a few balls to the back of his head and got him stuck to a few other Villains behind him.
"Oh, you two are fucking dead!" shouted The Chameleon.
"That's what you think, asshole!" Mineta shouted as the Villains circled in on him and Hagakure.
"Now, Kyoka-chan!" Hagakure shouted. A split second later, a large chunk of the ceiling fell down—hitting a couple of Villains in the head—and it wasn't at all in a natural manner. When the Villains looked up, all they saw were a pair of speakers, and by the time they were on the same page as Mineta and Hagakure, Jirou had already launched her attack and put into effect the final part of Operation "Make Sure We Don't All Die".
While Mineta neither looked nor acted like it, he was actually very intelligent, especially when he put his mind to it. As such, he knew that the trick he and Hagakure were using earlier would fall apart at some point. Until then, it would serve as a good means of buying time for Jirou to use her Quirk to damage the already unstable floor of the first room they ended up in even further in the exact way Mineta needed her to. Then, in the likely event that Mineta and Hagakure would get found out, they would get the Villains to follow them back to that room, and as soon as Hagakure gave the signal, Jirou—from one floor above—would use her gear at full power to blast a specific spot on the floor that, when hit with enough force, would cause the entire floor to break apart and make everyone fall into the floor below. Of course, that was assuming Mineta's math was correct.
Judging by the shouts of the Villains, it was.
"Motherfucker!" The Chameleon shouted in freefall. "You annoying little midget! I'm taking you with me!" He thrust his knife at Mineta, but Hagakure was quick to flash his eyes with a blinding light, canceling the attack before it could even properly form.
The Chameleon, along with the rest of the Villains, kept falling towards the floor. As for Mineta, he was quick to pull a multitude of balls from his head and attach them together in a straight line. From there, he grabbed Hagakure and threw the string of balls at the ceiling like a rope or a whip. The string of balls stuck to the ceiling with ease, and Mineta and Hagakure had their fall nipped in the bud while the rest of the Villains dealt with the combined pain of dropping tens of meters and having an entire floor of concrete or granite or whatever the floor was made of dropped onto their bodies, in addition to some more of Mineta's balls, for good measure.
Within time, all of the shouting and cursing from the Villains ceased, and the only noises they kept making were pained moans.
"That… takes care… of that…" Mineta said amidst pants. He was more exhausted than he had ever been in his life. He wasn't used to doing so much physical exercise, and using his Quirk in such quick succession was making him lose a lot of blood from his head. It was far from an ideal state of being to be in, especially in front of two women—even if one of them was just Jirou. Still, he swallowed his pride and let it be as he climbed up his string of balls and carried Hagakure—who was barely managing to cling to his tiny frame—up to the ceiling. Once there, Jirou made another hole and pulled them up onto her floor, the two of them immediately falling down upon entry.
"We—We did it? We really won?" Jirou asked. "Oh my God. Oh my God! We did it! We really did it!"
"We're alive!" Hagakure said, jumping up and hugging Jirou.
"Not bad for a bunch of… bunch of losers, right?" Mineta asked. "We… We showed them… Now they'll know… not to mess… with the Vincible Trio!"
"Did you come up with that on the spot?" Jirou asked as she broke Hagakure's hug and helped Mineta onto his feet. "Either way, this was all thanks to you, Mineta. Gotta say, you were pretty cool out there."
There it was, the one thing he wanted most out of life: a girl calling him cool. Now that it was actually happening, though, he wondered if it wasn't simply a girl doing it that he was after but just anyone, in general. It was something to think about, but for now, he wanted to let himself get lost in his high.
"Jirou… for the first time since I met you, I think I'm finally seeing you as attractive."
"Well, thanks for making it clear that I didn't completely misjudge you."
"Hey, that's a compliment! You should feel happy that I'm thinking about putting you on the same level as the other girls!"
"That'll do pig, that'll do," Hagakure said. There was a clear annoyance in her voice, but at the same time, there was a bit of laughter mixed in; laughter that Jirou mixed in with her own; laughter that Mineta felt right about joining in on.
It felt good to feel like a winner.
Everything seemed like it was happening in the blink of an eye. First a bunch of Villains showed up out of thin air, then Midoriya was up and spirited away somewhere, and then the big warping Villain—Kurogiri, if she remembered right—showed up and gave a speech about how they—the League of Villains—were going to kill them to try and get to All Might. Bakugou and Kirishima tried to get Kurogiri while he was monologuing, but their attacks had no effect, and he spread his body out over the entire group. Kendou barely collected herself in time to grab Bakugou and Kirishima and pull them to the ground underneath her giant hands; Kirishima thanked her, and Bakugou got annoyed that she assumed he needed her help.
When the mist cleared, there were only eight of them still there: Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, Shouji, Iida, Thirteen, and herself. Very far from ideal numbers.
"Shouji-kun, is everyone still here?!" Iida asked.
"The class is scattered about, but it sounds like everyone's still in the building," Shouji said, the tips of his tentacles transformed into ears. It would have been nice to remember that power when Midoriya got taken; would have prevented a lot of stress on everyone's part.
"Class president, you need to head back to U.A. and alert the faculty of our situation!" Thirteen said to Iida. "Even though Eraserhead and Katana are handling the enemies down below, we still don't know the full strength of these people, so we can't try and handle everything by ourselves!"
"I can't just abandon you and my classmates in your hour of need!" Iida said.
"That hour's gonna turn into a fucking fortnight if you don't hurry your ass up, Four Eyes!" Bakugou said. "These bastards had to sneak in from the inside out, so that means the alarms on the outside are still intact, meaning this warping bastard won't be able to follow you if you get out of here! Hurry up and do that, already!" After a moment of hesitation, Iida nodded his head.
"I understand that you're young and still being molded by your elders, but a good Hero understands the danger of talking too much in a fight!" Kurogiri said as his body spread out in Iida's direction.
He's going after Iida! Kendou thought. Iida's going to be taken, just like Midoriya! What do we do?! Should we try and jump him all at once? Can we even jump him all at once?
"It's okay to talk if we don't plan on letting you stop us!" Thirteen said. One of the fingertips of his suit flipped open, releasing a massive suction force in Kurogiri's direction. Kendou breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Kurogiri get sucked into Thirteen's attack, but quickly let that breath go when she saw Kurogiri using a portal to send the attack right back at Thirteen.
"Soy Face!" Bakugou shouted at Sero. Sero shot a line of tape from his elbow and pulled Thirteen away from Kurogiri's portal.
"Are you all right, Mr. Thirteen?" Kirishima asked.
"I—I'm fine," Thirteen said as he deactivated his attack. "I should have predicted that he'd do that, but I'm not much of a fighter. That was some quick thinking on your part, Bakugou-kun. Who knew what could have happened if I was left there for a few more seconds." He could have died, that's what could have happened. Kendou knew, everyone else had to have known it, it was all rather obvious.
"If you've got time for that, you've got time to rest your ass up," Bakugou said. "Four Eyes, if you've got time to gawk, then you've got time to run! The hell did we make you president for if you're gonna do shit all nothing?!" Iida nodded his head and started running to the door. Kurogiri flew after him, but Shouji got in front of him and blocked his path. Iida kept running, but Kurogiri started slipping away from Shouji, so it would only be a matter of time before he managed to get rid of Iida, before he managed to get rid of all of them.
"And you! What the hell's with that face, Karate Kid?!" Bakugou asked, snapping Kendou's attention back to reality. "You've looked like the biggest shit outta everyone here from the start, and why? Because you're worried about a shitstain like Deku?! Fuck off with that crap!"
"Where the hell do you get off—" Kendou was cut off by Bakugou grabbing her by her collar.
"I get off on knowing Deku longer than anyone, so I know for a fact that the one thing that nerd's good at is not getting hurt! He'll be fine even if he did get sent to the center of the Earth, so get your shit together! If you're this pathetic, then you had absolutely no business beating me!"
Kendou pulled Bakugou's hand away from her collar. She didn't do it because she disagreed with him, and she didn't do it entirely because she didn't want him messing up her costume. If she had to hazard a guess, she'd say that the main reason for it was because it'd be hard to fight with him hanging onto her like that.
All of a sudden, she was itching for a good fight.
"Don't go saying I never did anything for you!" Bakugou pulled one of his Die Die Discuses out of his utility belt and threw at Kurogiri, who had just succeeded in breaking away from Shouji.
"Your stupidity is truly mesmerizing. Now, let's see if you can live with the guilt of killing your own comrade!" Kurogiri summoned a small portal in the path of the Die Die Discus that easily took it in and made it go out of sight. It reappeared a second later as it flew out of another portal and hit Iida in the back.
The Die Die Discus harmlessly bounced onto the floor as Iida kept running for the door.
"What?! I don't understand, that device exploded when it was used before. Unless… it doesn't go off just from contact but through a manual trigger, of some kind?! I've been tricked!"
"Eat shit, asshole!" Bakugou said, smiling as he flipped Kurogiri the bird.
"Mina, kick me!" Kendou said. Mina didn't even hesitate to do so, and Kendou appreciated her ability to not ask questions as she was launched forward through the air like a fastball.
"He's getting away! I need to hurry and—" Kendou cut him off by sending a rolling savate directly into the metal bracers on some part of his body. Judging by the noise he made—a noise that was repeated when Kendou folded that rolling savate into a leg lock—she had to guess that they were around her neck.
"When I first got a good look at you, I thought that these metal bracers were pretty weird," Kendou said. "Most of your body's just this big cloud thing, but then you've got this metal stuff that isn't used for anything. Or maybe, just maybe, this is part of your real body, and you need to keep at least this much around whenever you're fighting, right?" Kendou didn't let him answer and instead tightened her leg lock. "I'm really pissed off at you right now, so don't act like you didn't have this coming!"
Kendou shifted all of her weight into her lower back and threw Kurogiri to the ground. The second she broke her hold on him, she sprung up into the air, and as soon as she started falling to the ground, she punched Kurogiri in the neck with two giant hands.
Kendou took satisfaction in two things at that moment: the sight of Iida getting out of the building, and the emotional catharsis brought about from punching Kurogiri the way she did. It all felt so good.
Yamashiro had fought her share of monsters, but Noumu was a different breed from all of them. Not because it was particularly intelligent—the thing could barely say anything outside of a primal growl—and not because it was particularly fast—the average Speedster could probably outpace it with ease. What set Noumu apart from the other monsters Yamashiro had fought in her life was something simple: it's sheer, overwhelming power.
Noumu had barely any form to speak of, only ever moving like an animal or a machine performing a crude imitation of human motion. In spite of that, it still rarely left an opening for her and Aizawa to exploit. Every wild swing was designed to either kill or defend, and it wasn't exactly doing a bad job, what with the two of them rarely managing to get a hit in.
Between the two of them, Aizawa had it the worst. He tried using his Quirk on Noumu, but that didn't weaken it in the slightest, meaning that its strength and speed were completely natural. Thanks to that, the few times Aizawa managed to get a hit in, Noumu barely reacted to it, as if he was a fly harmlessly buzzing around the room. Shigaraki looked like he found the whole thing hilarious. What she wouldn't give to be able to slice that look off of his face.
"Yamashiro, on your left!" Aizawa shouted. Noumu swung an arm at her, and she barely managed to jump up and avoid it. Its fist left a small crater in the floor, and Yamashiro's swords left a large cut up its arm. With any other opponent, inflicting such a big wound would be something to be proud of. Noumu wasn't any other opponent though, and the wound closed itself up with ease.
"You two just never learn, do you?" Shigaraki asked as Noumu went back into a flurry of attacks directed at Yamashiro and Aizawa. "Thanks to his power of shock absorption, Noumu can shrug off just about any physical attack thrown his way. Katana has the right idea trying to gut him like a fish, but his hyper regeneration ends up making the whole thing moot. You two have no chance, but please, keep struggling. My favorite parts of a game are the cutscenes where everything goes to hell for the good guys, so this is quite the show."
"Yamashiro, any plans for how we can disappoint him?" Aizawa asked as he dodged a kick by a hair.
"None that work while this thing can move," Yamashiro said as she jumped out of the way of a wide swing. "It would be easy to cut off its head if it would just stop moving, but it clearly doesn't wish to comply."
"Is that right?" Aizawa stayed silent for a moment before turning back to Noumu. "I can probably give you five seconds. Do what you can with them."
Yamashiro didn't know what he was talking about, but he dashed off towards Noumu without giving her a chance to ask. It didn't take Aizawa long to be right in front of Noumu, but with its mobility, it would have been easy for it to hit him, even if he was that close. Noumu swung at Aizawa, but Aizawa reached into his belt and threw something at Noumu's face. It must have been sharp, for blood was drawn and Noumu cried out as it covered its eyes.
"Caltrops are usually used to trip someone up, but in times like these, you make do with what you have." Aizawa jumped up and landed behind Noumu. The second he hit the ground, he threw the Gleipnir at Noumu and wrapped it around its arms and legs. Then, judging by the redness in his face and the way his muscles strained his clothes, Aizawa put all of his strength into forcing Noumu to its knees. "Five seconds start now!"
"Yes!" Yamashiro said. She raced over towards Aizawa and Noumu, and Shigaraki, looking to be in a bit of a panic, started to do the same. He was originally standing closer to the two of them than Yamashiro was, so he got to them first, but Yamashiro was quick to throw one of her sheaths at Shigaraki's face. It knocked him back a little and knocked off the hand he used as a mask; for some reason, that sent him into a panic that made him turn away from Noumu, but that wasn't important. What was truly important was how Noumu was tearing away at its binds, meaning Yamashiro only had one shot at victory.
"Issen Nigiri!" Yamashiro took the shot. She swung her swords at Noumu's neck, and the next thing anyone knew, it was rolling around on the floor like a basketball. Aizawa released the Gleipnir, and its headless corpse fell with a thud.
That should have been good, but something felt wrong.
"What?! What the… What?!" Shigaraki shouted as he put his hand back on his face. "How could Noumu go down before All Might even got here?! You bastards shouldn't be strong enough! There's no New Game Plus for this shit!"
Something still felt wrong.
"Shut up," Aizawa said, kicking Shigaraki in the side of the head and knocking him to the ground. "If you want to complain about your lot in life, you'll have a cozy cell in Tartarus for that." Something still felt incredibly wrong. "Yamashiro, I'm going to tie this guy up. Get back to the kids and try and maintain order there until we can get reinforcements—"
"Something's wrong," Yamashiro said. "I killed it. I know I killed it, I know that for a fact."
"Me too. I was there, remember? What are you on about?"
"The Soultaker Sword… it had no reaction to being used to kill someone. That could only happen if the victim either has no soul or… Mr. Aizawa, get back!"
Yamashiro's cry was just a few seconds too late, as the headless corpse of Noumu was already upon Aizawa, already hitting him with a punch strong enough to send him flying; it looked like Aizawa jumped back to avoid a fatal blow, but it was still undoubtedly massive damage. Yamashiro did what she could to get into an offensive position, but the headless corpse of Noumu moved faster than she had anticipated, so she was forced to use her swords defensively as she got sent flying back in the same way as Aizawa.
Yamashiro did her best to work through probably broken bones and collect herself. As she did that, she saw two things: Shigaraki laughing and the headless corpse of Noumu stumbling around until it slammed its gaping neck into its decapitated head.
The head ended up being upside-down.
"I gotta tell you, I honestly thought I was done for!" Shigaraki said as Noumu spun its head around to be the right way; the second that was accomplished, its neck wound started closing up. "Sensei told me that Noumu was given hyper regeneration, but I didn't think it could come back from getting its head chopped off. Eraserhead, you probably used your Quirk to stop it from healing, right? I know you did, but Noumu still managed to stay alive like a chicken that just got its head chopped off. For the first time in my life, I have an actual appreciation for mad science!"
Yamashiro didn't feel too good about igniting that passion for learning within him, but she knew her strength would be better saved for helping Aizawa get up.
"Okay Noumu, show them what else mad science can do! Show them your full might and tear them limb from limb!" Noumu charged at Yamashiro and Aizawa while they had barely gotten back on their feet. Neither of them was in critical condition, but fighting something like this wasn't something anyone should do if they weren't at full strength. Then again, from what Yamashiro understood, Heroes couldn't always be choosy about how they handled things, so this was just something they would have to deal with, and in whatever way possible.
Before Noumu could get to them, a giant wall of ice appeared out of nowhere that it ended up crashing into. Yamashiro didn't know if that was a way of dealing with it, but it certainly worked.
"You must be Taira, then. Sorry for the late introductions, but I don't talk much with people I plan on destroying," Todoroki said as he stepped into view.
Yamashiro didn't know how bad a thing this was.
One summer, Midoriya's apartment had a really bad case of mosquitoes. They would keep getting inside from seemingly nowhere, and they'd always be buzzing about through all hours of the day. His parents eventually bought a bunch of products to get rid of them, and all the mosquitoes managed to die. All of them, Midoriya discovered, except one. He kept swatting at, but it kept managing to slip through his fingertips. Even when he started putting a sizeable fraction of his full power into his slaps, even when he started using his super breath and heat vision, the mosquito still managed to evade him. He didn't know if he had bad aim or if it was just the world's most powerful bug, but it was still one of the most annoying moments of his life.
This fight with Ambush Bug reminded him too much of that.
"I'm over here!" Midoriya swung at Ambush Bug, only for her to vanish. "Now I'm over here!" She reappeared behind him and chopped him in the back of the neck; it didn't hurt, but it was annoying that it happened at all. Once again, Midoriya swung at Ambush Bug, only for her to vanish. "Now I'm over here!" She reappeared above him and kicked him in the head; it didn't hurt, but it was annoying that it happened at all. Once again, Midoriya swung at Ambush Bug, only for her to vanish. "Now I'm over here!" She reappeared in front of him and slapped him in the face; it didn't hurt, but it was annoying that it happened at all.
"YOUR PRESENT STRATEGY IS NOT WORKING, KAL-EL. IF YOU DO NOT CHANGE YOUR CURRENT PATTERN OF BEHAVIOR, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO OBTAIN VICTORY AND RETURN TO YOUR COMRADES," K.E.L.E.X. said into his head.
"No one likes a backseat driver, Mr. Acronym Guy," Ambush Bug after teleporting once more. Midoriya flashed her an entirely justified look. "Oh no, I couldn't hear any of that, I just read it. It was in the paragraph right above mine, so it was pretty easy."
"What does that even mean?!" Midoriya asked as another attack of his failed to connect.
"Eh, don't worry about it. This kind of gag is pretty hit or miss, anyway." Ambush Bug let loose a harmless love tap on his shoulder. "Instead, try worrying about how all your friends are gonna die. That's what I'd be doing if I were you."
Midoriya didn't need to be told twice about that, but that hardly helped him at all. The only boon in his present situation was that the other Villains—the ones he hadn't knocked unconscious—weren't getting involved in the fight and were just gawking at the spectacle, but that was only a minor luxury being awarded to him, and one that meant nothing when he had to deal with constantly being slapped in the face while barely being able to move.
"As fun as this might come across as, Midoriya, it's largely just boring. I only came here because I thought I'd get to meet some cool dudes, but you're just kinda boring. Where's the pizzazz? Where's the razzle-dazzle? Show me the kind of cool stuff that the Man of Steel is known for, already!" Ambush Bug dealt out a harmless uppercut; her words cut deeper than her fist.
"Sorry…" Midoriya said after a moment of silence.
"Come on, you got nothing to apologize for. If anything, it's the writer's fault."
"I'm not apologizing to you, I'm apologizing in advance to Mr. Thirteen." Midoriya's head sprang up as a blast of heat vision shot out of his eyes. It wasn't directed at Ambush Bug, nor was it directed at any of the other Villains. Instead, it was sent off into the inky darkness of the zero gravity chamber until it made contact with Midoriya's intended target: the wall of the facility.
"If zero gravity's the problem, then I'll just destroy the zero gravity!" Midoriya swung his head around and started carving through the wall, cutting through it like butter. All the surrounding Villains could do was float about in a panic.
"No no no no no, stop that!" Ambush Bug said. "You gotta stop that right now, or I'll stop it right now! Okay, here it goes—ow, your face is hot! And only slightly in a good way! Knock it off, knock it off, knock it off!"
Midoriya had no intention of doing anything of the sort. He kept spinning around, kept slicing up the walls until the walls of the facility looked like a jigsaw puzzle and fell apart from a clear lack of cohesion.
There it is! I can feel gravity coming back to me! Midoriya thought. The weight of the world fell back upon him, and the second it did, he grabbed Ambush Bug by her arms, turned back to the still active Villains, and hit all of them with his freeze breath in the middle of his fall. On one side of the wreckage, Midoriya fell with a locked up Ambush Bug; on the other side, a gaggle of Villains fell while locked in a block of ice.
"Don't move!" Midoriya said. "I-I know you can probably get out of this, but the second you do, I'll start fighting you again, and this time it'll be a fair fight!"
"Ooh, scary. It's like looking at an angry chihuahua," Ambush Bug said. "Tell me something, Midoriya: you said that you were apologizing to Thirteen, so does that mean you could have done that from the start?"
"What? I-I mean, I guess, but it's not like I thought about it right away. Even when I did come up with it, Mr. Thirteen probably worked really hard to make everything in here, so it wouldn't be good to just destroy it if I could come up with something else. I guess that's a moot point now, but still…"
"Oh my God, seriously? Your little field trip goes to hell and a handbasket, and you're this concerned with property damage? You're such a weirdo! Ah, but then again, it's not like it isn't something you'd do at the drop of the hat. You've always been that kind of guy, haven't you?"
"What?" That was a strange thing to say to someone you've just met that day.
"'That was a strange thing to say to someone you've just met that day,' is what your narration just read, right?"
"My what? No, what are you even talking about with that last thing?"
"What, that? All I'm talking about is how you're an upstanding guy who grew up from being an upstanding kid, the same kind of kid who defends a crying child he barely even knows from a bully. I'm still thankful for that, you know." Midoriya, completely beyond his control, let go of his grip. "How's that for a cliffhanger?"
Chapter 22: All Might Is
Chapter Text
"Wait, not only did I get to get the last word in edgewise last chapter, I get the first word in edgewise this chapter? Someone upstairs must love the hell outta me."
"Shut up. Just-Just shut up," Midoriya told Ambush Bug. Much to his surprise, she actually did. "What are you… what are you even saying?"
"Do you need to reread the last chapter?"
"I said shut up!" She shut up once again. "What you just said a moment ago, are you serious?"
"As a cardiac arrest, big guy."
Midoriya took several steps back; he fell well out of arm's length of Ambush Bug, but he didn't care. There was too much happening at that moment to worry about something like the proper distance to make a quick grapple. This Villain, this insane woman, was saying that she was the innocent kid Midoriya protected from Bakugou all those years ago. The kid he protected on the day that put him on his path. Of all the people he had met in his life whom he could meet again, this person wasn't even on the list, yet here she was.
There was so much about this turn of events that didn't make sense, but Midoriya decided to ask her the first question that came to mind: "Weren't you a boy?"
"What do you mean?"
"E-Exactly what I just said! When I saw you as a kid, you were definitely a boy!"
"Is that what you thought? Well, I can't blame you for thinking that. I always have liked to cut my hair short, and I used to be pretty chubby, though that's clearly not the case anymore," Ambush Bug said, moving her hands around her svelte figure.
"No, this isn't one of those things. It can't be, it just can't."
"Sounds like it is, so unless you've got a reason for why it can't be—"
"I was in the bathroom with you once and stood right next to you at a urinal!" Ambush Bug's face froze with her mouth hanging open.
"You know, reconstructive surgery has come a long way in recent years—"
"I'm looking at your insides; everything looks completely natural."
"Oh, so you are the kind of person who'd take a look under a girl's clothes? Guess the girls were wrong about that a couple of chapters ago."
"Th-That's not—stop changing the subject!" Midoriya stammered out. "I-I don't know if you're really that kid, but you clearly know more about me than any of these Villains should! Why? Who are you?"
"I told you, I'm the kid you protected from Bakugou all those years ago. You were a big Hero to me, especially when you did that JoJo pose, and I always wanted to be just like you. I guess I got kinda mixed up on the way there, though." It was a touching sentiment, one that Midoriya would normally fall for, but once again, there was something contradictory that he needed to comment on.
"Did you say JoJo pose?"
"Yeah, that's right. It was fun, though I have to admit, I do often roll my eyes whenever someone puts stuff like that in a non-JoJo crossover. We get it, JoJo is cool, but this is hardly the time and place for anything like that! I mean—"
"I didn't do anything like that. I-I remember posing, but I just put my arms akimbo." Midoriya demonstrated by repeating the same pose he made all those years ago.
"Wait, what? No, no, no, that can't be right. No, the author made you do a JoJo pose, and then you blasted Bakugou with a laser beam—"
"I couldn't do anything like that until I was eight."
"But I—I know!" Ambush Bug started scratching her head; each scrape intensified the odd atmosphere that the situation was bringing about. "I mean, it was still winter when it happened—or was it fall? Maybe not a laser, but a punch? A kick? Green fire? No, that'd just be stupid and wouldn't lead to anything worthwhile." The scratching started to intensify. "I mean, I know that the things that I know are known as the things that I know, but besides knowing you, what other known things do I know, you know?"
"What?"
"God, what even is any of this? To whom's whims am I even catering to? Come to think of it, that kid originally just existed as a means of getting you two to fight, so it makes sense that you're confused. Even so, I've grown past that, I think. I think? Yes, that's right, I do think. I do think, but I think differently from the rest of you because I'm far different from the rest of you. Not just in the obvious way of all people being different, but… what were the other ways? Need a better scratch."
Before Midoriya could say anything else in response, Ambush Bug removed her mask, and by the time it hit the ground, he lost track of whatever it was he wanted to say. He didn't know what to expect from an unmasked Ambush Bug, but it's safe to say that he didn't expect her to have a bald head covered to the brim with scars—surgical or otherwise—and rectangular objects jutting out of empty eye sockets that looked like televisions or monitors filled with static. After all, why would anyone expect anyone to look like that?
"Ah, that feels so good!" Ambush Bug said as she scratched herself.
"W-What's with all of that?"
"It's a long story, so I'm not gonna sit here and exposit it at you. Besides, it's the kinda thing that's best kept to a flashback. Or maybe narration? Either one would be good."
"Can you please start making sense?!"
"Did I ever stop?" At the very least, she stopped scratching her head. "You know, I think I might have overstayed my welcome. A lot of readers aren't appreciating my character, so I should leave before I draw too much attention away from the more important parts of the arc." Midoriya still had no idea what she was talking about. "That's perfectly fine."
"What is?" Midoriya asked as Ambush Bug put her mask back on.
"Ah, you wouldn't understand, but again, that's perfectly fine. Still, between the two of us, I wonder who the real harbinger is? Well, we can discuss it in whatever arc I show up in next. Until then, ciao."
Before Midoriya could do anything, Ambush Bug had already teleported away, not a single trace of her being left behind.
"I HAVE ALREADY SCANNED THE WIDER AREA OF THE ULTIMATE SPACE FOR JAMS, KAL-EL. SHE HAS LEFT THE FACILITY, AND THERE IS NO ACCURATE WAY OF ASCERTAINING HER PRESENT WHEREABOUTS," K.E.L.E.X. said into his head. "AS FOR THE VALIDITY OF HER DIALOGUE, BIOMETRIC SCANS INDICATE THAT SOME OF HER WORDS WERE FACTUAL IN RELATION TO YOUR HISTORY AND SOME WERE FICTIONAL. HOWEVER, FOR SOME REASON, IT APPEARS TO BE IMPOSSIBLE TO FULLY DETERMINE WHICH WORDS FALL UNDER WHICH CATEGORY."
"Of course it does." Midoriya took a breath and let his eyes wander about until they hit the unconscious Villains from a moment ago. He couldn't just stand around. There was still a crisis going on, and he still needed to do whatever he could to help.
Whatever could help him get his mind off of everything that just happened.
"You know, you already looked ugly from a distance, but seeing you this close? You're downright repulsive," Todoroki said as Taira kept slamming its body against his ice wall.
"Todoroki… thanks for the save, but you need to get out of here," Aizawa said between haggard breaths.
"This thing is too powerful for you to handle. Go back to your classmates and let us handle it," Yamashiro said as blood dripped out of her side.
"Neither of you is doing that great a job of being convincing," Todoroki said.
"What's your problem, Todoroki-kun?! Didn't you see what that thing did to Mr. Aizawa and Ms. Yamashiro? There's no way you can fight it!" Uraraka said. For a second there, he forgot that she was there. The girl needed to do a better job of having a presence.
"As far as I can tell, there aren't any options outside of everyone dying, so let's go with the one with the higher life expectancy."
At that second, Taira broke through the ice wall. Todoroki quickly shot out more ice and froze Taira to the hole he just made, and in the same motion, he sent a wave of ice backward and sent the three nonessentials away from him and back towards the main entrance, a wall of ice quickly forming between them. They were collectively saying something in protest, but Todoroki didn't have time for it. Two of them were too injured to fight safely, and one of them wasn't good for anything from the start. Honestly, they should have thanked him for having the sense to get them away from the action.
"Ah, now here's a kid who knows how to play along," said the man Todoroki assumed to be Shigaraki. "'Todoroki'. You're Endeavor's kid, aren't you? Here I thought you'd be using fire."
"Sorry to disappoint you."
"And what's up with that face? What is this, your Two-Face DLC or something?" All of a sudden, Todoroki decided to enjoy himself. He sent a blast of ice in Shigaraki's direction, but before it could hit him, Taira broke free of his earlier confinement—sacrificing his left arm to do so—and hit the ice with a dropkick powerful enough to shatter it.
It looked like the minions were on to something about Taira being a secret weapon. As the thought left his head, Kurogiri reappeared by Shigaraki's side.
"Shigaraki, my apo… my apologies," Kurogiri said through a few coughs. While he did that, Taira's arm regenerated and was back in perfect condition. "The children managed to subdue me for a moment, and one of them—a student in possession of some form of speed enhancement—managed to escape. It's only a matter of time before he makes his way back to U.A. and gets help."
"Are you kidding me?! I swear, if you weren't just a glorified getaway car—never mind. You don't hate the player, you hate the game. Looks like we gotta get out of here, but we might as well leave a few corpses behind. Noumu, beat up Endeavor's brat for me, but don't kill him; leave him in just good enough condition to take a few swings from a crowbar before his health runs out."
One had to assume that the primal growl from Taira was him agreeing; his charge towards Todoroki gave further evidence of that. Even if it wasn't the case, it didn't stop Todoroki from firing off another wave of ice at his opponent. Taira, however, easily avoided it and brought a fist down at Todoroki; he used his ice to slide out of the way, but the impact of Taira's fist still created a sizeable crater in the ground.
Guess I should have given them more credit for not dying, Todoroki thought as he launched another blast of ice at Taira, that time managing to hit him. Well, maybe not too much credit. Taira fell back, but Todoroki didn't let up. He fired off another blast of ice that hit Taira dead center, then made it shift upwards until Taira was lifted into the air by a pillar of ice. Todoroki tried to make it go higher, but Taira destroyed his right arm and lower body to break free and fall to the ground with a heavy thud.
"That regeneration of yours is a neat little trick, but it's not going to help you against me," Todoroki said. Taira's limbs started growing back, but Todoroki sent out more ice towards his opponent. It was a big one, a blast meant to end it all. A blast meant to defeat this thing once and for all. A blast meant to silence everyone saying he couldn't measure up to Midoriya without his left side.
A blast that somehow hit him from behind and blew him too close to Taira for comfort.
"Wh-What?" Todoroki's instincts were good enough to bring up a layer of ice around his back to soften the blow, but he still felt himself struggling to stand.
"Nice timing, Kurogiri. Noumu might have survived getting his head chopped off, but he's been taking hits left and right; probably shouldn't push it," Shigaraki said as he walked in Todoroki's direction.
"I feel like I'm going to get a cold tomorrow, but it'll be worth it. It might not be All Might, but having the head of Endeavor's son on a pike will still show the world that we mean business," Kurogiri said.
"My sentiments exactly." Todoroki knew that he needed to do something, but Shigaraki had somehow already gotten in front of him. The second the Villain got there, he found himself unable to move. "Now that I have a better look at it, I'm not feeling the scar; it gives you a passable Two-Face cosplay, but beyond that, it's pretty ugly. Let's try evening it out a little, shall we?"
One of Shigaraki's crusty hands quickly found its way to Todoroki's face. In an instant, there was a burning sensation around the right half of his head. It felt like his skin was melting; it felt like his eye was boiling. It only lasted a second or two before Todoroki used his ice to force Shigaraki away from him, but even that felt like too much; at the very least, he could barely see out of his right eye anymore. While he recoiled in pain, Taira finished regenerating, ran up to Todoroki, and threw him to the ground, a single hand keeping him pinned as Taira's drooling mouth moved towards his neck.
Todoroki didn't know what he hated more: the feeling of drool dripping onto his skin or the feeling of his left arm heating up against his will. Before he could come to a decision, what felt and sounded like a sonic boom blew into Taira and knocked him clean off of Todoroki. As Taira rolled across the ground, his vision started to come back and allowed him to see what just showed up.
It was Midoriya. Because of course it was.
The first thing Midoriya prioritized was getting his classmates to safety. As he flew around the USJ, he saw Yaoyorozu, Kaminari, and Tsuyu swimming through a lake around unconscious bodies; he picked them out of the water and brought them back to the main entrance just as a black cloud of some sort was dissipating. Excluding Bakugou, who only muttered something about it being obvious that he wasn't dead, everyone—especially Kendou—was ecstatic to see that Midoriya was okay. He wanted to stay and talk, but he could see that Aizawa and Yamashiro were struggling against one of the Villains, so he needed to hurry up with making sure his classmates were safe. As such, he sped off to the area with the destroyed buildings and found an exhausted Mineta, Jirou, and Hagakure walking about. He grabbed them and brought them back to the rest of the class, and the second he touched down on the ground, he saw Aizawa, Yamashiro, and Uraraka of all people getting blown back by a burst of ice that turned into a towering wall of ice.
"Todoroki-kun." The words left Midoriya's mouth on instinct.
"That guy's crazy! He's completely insane!" Uraraka said.
"Sanity aside, he's being a complete idiot," Aizawa said as he struggled to move. Midoriya didn't need X-ray vision to know that he had too many broken bones for comfort. "Midoriya, tear down this wall. Get Todoroki back over here, then do what you can to help keep that thing away from the class. Iida managed to escape, so it shouldn't be long before help comes along."
"Yes, sir!"
"Be careful!" Kendou called out from the main entrance. Midoriya's head snapped back towards her, and all of a sudden, it looked like she was embarrassed to have said anything at all. Midoriya didn't have time to dwell on it, so he just nodded at her went to destroy the wall of ice. It only took two good punches to get through it, and once he did, he wasted no time dashing over to Todoroki's side and tackling the now naked monster away from him.
"Todoroki-kun, are you all right?" Midoriya asked.
"I was… I was handling it just fine," Todoroki said.
"In what world?!" Todoroki didn't answer him. "Come on, we need to get back to the others."
"I'm fine. I can hold my own against him. I don't need help, especially from you." Now was hardly the time to deal with this one-sided rivalry of theirs, so Midoriya just picked Todoroki up and started flying back to the class. As he did, though, Todoroki used his Quirk to try and freeze him over; it didn't work, but the suddenness of it was enough to make Midoriya fall to the ground and let go of Todoroki.
"Are you kidding me?!" Midoriya shouted as he flexed the ice off of his body.
"I told you that I can handle this!"
"This isn't about what you think you can do, so just—" As Midoriya was yelling, the naked monster had finished recovering and jumped over to Midoriya and Todoroki, its arms coming down in a wild swing. Midoriya threw up his arms and blocked the attack just in time, though the pressure made him sink into the ground a bit. "Todoroki-kun, you're going back to the others."
"No. If you can fight this guy, then there's no reason why I can't, too."
"This isn't a discussion!" Midoriya let out a blast of super-breath and blew the naked monster away. Then, while maintaining that breath, he spun around and hit Todoroki with the attack to blow him back to the rest of the class. The second he deactivated the super-breath, though, the naked monster was already charging towards him again.
The easiest thing to do would be to run away. He could make another ice wall to block the Villains' path, or he could hit the naked monster with heat vision to see what that would accomplish. But stall tactics would only accomplish so much. The naked monster could probably shrug off any sort of defense he put up, and most everyone was in varying degrees of a bad condition—Aizawa, Yamashiro, and Thirteen especially. Iida already left to get help, but there was no telling how long that would take, nor what the Villains would do to everyone until help arrived.
There were a lot of things to consider, but when the naked monster got within arm's length of Midoriya, he had already decided to punch it in the stomach and then did just that.
All Might told me that a Hero can't be afraid to go all out. Well, here I go! Midoriya thought as he jumped up and slammed his fists onto the naked monster's exposed brain. Disgusting, yes, but he'd live. Amajiki-senpai told me that in a fight, you need to act like you're the only one who can protect the people behind you. I don't know how true that is, but I'm rolling with it anyway! Appropriately, Midoriya spun around in a circle and landed a kick against the naked monster that sent it flying. This wasn't what Aizawa told him to do, but he couldn't see anything else working out for them; as Midoriya flew over to the naked monster and punched it square in the chest, he thought about how he'd need to make sure to apologize to him later. Later was later, though. Now was now, and now Midoriya was unleashing a flurry of punches against the body of the naked monster, each hit deepening the crater its body lied in. After who knew how many punches, it looked immobilized, so Midoriya took a second to catch his breath. It was within that second that the naked monster sprung up, wrapped its hands around Midoriya's body and slammed him into the ground.
Midoriya hit it hard. That wasn't just a technical observation that had no bearing on what Midoriya actually felt; the impact on his body actually felt hard. Like he had been hit with a ton of bricks and didn't have the physiology to shrug off something like that. In short, it was an attack that hurt.
As such, Midoriya screamed.
It wasn't as if Midoriya had never taken a hit since his powers came in. He had been blasted in the face by Bakugou too many times than he liked to count, he took a few licks from the inventions of the Ultra-Humanite, and he even got blasted a few times by the mechanical Starro and its drones. However, none of those ever felt so powerful that they couldn't simply be ignored. The power from the naked monster far eclipsed anything that those previous opponents had been able to muster, and the steel-like construction of his flesh was broken apart like fragile rice paper.
For the first time in about a decade, the body of Izuku Midoriya felt legitimate pain, and it reacted accordingly. There was no way the naked monster could have known that, but it still made the most of the situation and started doing things like stomping on his chest and flinging his body around like a ragdoll. It was like his body was on fire and every blow further fanned the flames; it was like he got stabbed in both arms and someone kept twisting the knives; it was like his entire body was sliced open and someone decided to throw him into the Dead Sea. It all hurt, and his body was too busy experiencing it all to let him try and do something about it.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. What's going on here?" asked the Villain covered in severed hands. "You must have hit Noumu pretty hard to send him into a frenzy like this, but how the hell did you hit him hard, to begin with? Endeavor's kid is one thing, but aren't you just some no-name brat? How were you able to do something like that? Whatever; you bleed just like anyone else, so who cares? Noumu, break the brat."
Noumu, as it was referred to, lifted Midoriya above the ground as it bent its knee down below. Midoriya was struggling to hold on at that point, but he could still see what was going on around him. He could still make out Aizawa and Yamashiro doing their best to make their way over on broken bones and bruised legs. He could still make out Thirteen doing his best to keep the class under control and stop Bakugou and the rest of his Monstars from jumping in and putting themselves in jeopardy. Thirteen was making the right call. No one else needed to get hurt like him; no one else needed to be suffering like him. Those were the thoughts racing through Midoriya's head as Noumu brought him down upon his knee, ready to tear his spine in half. Midoriya shut his eyes and did what he could to brace himself for impact.
The impact never came, even though more than enough time had passed to bring it about. Midoriya opened his eyes and saw two things he never thought he'd see: the stunned face of Noumu and the scowling face of All Might.
At that point, he let himself slip into unconsciousness.
All Might had no one other than himself to blame for this. He knew that he was supposed to be taking things easy as a teacher, but he couldn't just ignore cries for help when they hit his eardrums, so he ended up losing most of his time before school had even started. If he didn't do that, he would have been at the USJ from the start, and then he could have stopped things before they got too bad.
The USJ. The Ultimate Space for Jams. He was supposed to be the one leading the class there, but because of his inability to sit still, he would have been lucky to make a cameo appearance near the end of the day. In spite of that, he still wanted to call Aizawa and check up on things, but he never got an answer. After the fifth time, it started to get peculiar, so he decided to head over there a little early and see what was going on. If he had just gone after the first missed call, he could have stopped things before they got too bad.
Halfway to the USJ, he ran into Iida, and the boy gave him a panicked rundown of the situation. Villains were attacking, everyone was scattered about, the whole thing was a mess. All Might told him to keep running back to school and to leave everything else to him. The whole conversation only lasted about twenty seconds, but All Might should have stopped it as soon as Iida let out the "V" in "Villains." If he did, then he could have stopped things before they got too bad.
All Might knew that he wasn't going to be walking into anything pleasant. He expected at least Aizawa and Yamashiro to be hurt, but he thought that that would be the end of it; if it was, then he could still beat down all the Villains while calming the children down with a smiling face. That's what he wanted to do, that's what should have been enough.
But then, against the eardrums of his super-enhanced ears, he heard a pained scream. Not just any scream though; it was Midoriya. All Might didn't know how or why that was possible, but he still increased his speed by as much as it could go and ran straight through the wall of the USJ.
Everything was worse than he thought. Too many of the children were injured—the fact that it was more than zero was unforgivable. Aizawa, Yamashiro, and Thirteen looked like they just went through the wringer and were forcing themselves to go back in it again. Worst of all, in the center of the facility, he saw a bloodied Midoriya about to have his spine broken by some nudist behemoth.
Not on his watch. Without wasting a breath, All Might dashed over to the behemoth and pulled Midoriya out of his clutches. All Midoriya gave him was one glazed over look before he lost consciousness.
This was all his fault. He made too many mistakes, he acted too selfishly and too foolishly, and it put so many people in dire straits. Especially Midoriya. If nothing else, Midoriya should have been able to go through everything unscathed, but he was proving the opposite. Worst of all, as All Might held Midoriya in his arms, he didn't feel like he was the Symbol of Peace at that moment.
At that moment, he felt like he was eighteen again, powerless to stop his master from dying in front of his eyes.
"Not again," was all All Might could say. As the words left his mouth, the nudist behemoth regained its bearings and lunged at him, but All Might stopped him with a quick punch to the face and a quick kick to the stomach that launched him into the air. All Might spent a second to leave the unconscious Midoriya with Aizawa and Yamashiro and then spent another second jumping into the air after the nudist behemoth. He got his head and shoulders underneath his legs, then used all of his power to flip them around so the nudist behemoth would fall headfirst towards the ground.
"Chinatown SMASH!" The nudist behemoth crashed into the ground with so much force that his entire head ended up stuck inside.
Even then, it wasn't anywhere near enough.
"Well, would you look at that? I guess the game's still going on, after all," Shigaraki said with a laugh. Other Villains would be worried about their ace in the hole being thrown headfirst into solid ground, but not Shigaraki. Noumu was designed to kill All Might, and even with the hits he had taken from the extra players, he had to still be all right. "I was worried you weren't going to show up, All Might. I set all of this up to kill you, and I would have hated for it to have all gone to waste."
All Might said nothing. All he did was glare at Shigaraki with menacing eyes.
"Ooh, scary! You didn't even say your signature 'I am here!' or 'I have arrived!' or whichever one it is. Did I catch you on a bad day? Or—don't tell me—is it all because of that brat?" All Might said nothing. All he did was glare at Shigaraki with menacing eyes. "It is, isn't it? Had I known one brat's decimation would pain you so, I would have hurt more." All Might said nothing. All he did was glare at Shigaraki with menacing eyes.
"Then again, what right do you have to get mad at me? All you Heroes do is use your authority as defenders of justice to hurt whoever you don't like. What kind of justice is that supposed to be? It's not justice! All it is is you using violence to force people to do whatever you want, however you want it done!" Not that Shigaraki was any different, but he'd never say it without being asked. "That kind of self-serving hypocrisy pisses me off, and I'm not having any more of it, you hear me? Today's the day you finally die and have your self-serving, self-righteous bullshit exposed for the whole world to see!"
"Go ahead and try it." Shigaraki blinked. All Might definitely said that, but the volume of his voice didn't belong to a person who was standing several meters away from you. No, it belonged to a person who was standing right in front of you, and that's exactly what All Might was somehow doing.
"What?" The word slipped out of his mouth beyond his control.
"Go ahead and try it, already. You came here to kill me, didn't you? Well, have at it. Here's a free shot, so go ahead and take it." All Might patted his chest, his face locked in an unnatural scowl the entire time.
It wasn't a trick. This wasn't a vague dialogue option that would send things in an unwanted direction; All Might was being completely serious. He was leaving himself wide open, willingly making himself susceptible to a good disintegration, leaving himself at Shigaraki's mercy. It was everything he had dreamed of for over a decade, and he'd be a noob to not take advantage of it.
However, Tomura Shigaraki could not move. All Might was right in front of him, well within arm's length, yet he couldn't move a muscle. Even Kurogiri off to the side looked like he was having trouble remembering that it was even possible to move. All Might didn't stand any taller than he was supposed to stand, yet it felt like he was towering above Shigaraki to the point that his head was hitting the ceiling. All Might's glare didn't change, yet it felt like Shigaraki was looking into the eyes of an Elder God and being driven to madness just from standing in its vicinity. The pressure of a last boss was greater than he thought it would be.
"Just like I thought." As Shigaraki fell for All Might's intimidation, All Might hit him with so much force that he went flying. He hit the ground several times, skipping around like a stone tossed across a lake until he ended up sliding across the ground on his face right into a wall. Everything hurt, even the things Shigaraki didn't know could hurt.
"Just try moving away from there! See what happens!" All Might said as he slowly walked towards Shigaraki.
"Shigaraki!" Kurogiri said before warping over to his side. "Shigaraki, are you all right?"
"What… What do you think?" Shigaraki asked through bloody coughs. He couldn't feel anything, but he could tell that he fell into a floppy mess. "That bastard. One punch would have been enough, but that wasn't all of it. Did he hit me with a storm of fists too fast to see? I honestly don't know what happened. I couldn't grasp the true form of All Might's attack. Seriously, what did All Might do?"
As Shigaraki talked, he noticed that there was too much open space around his mouth. Father wasn't on his face anymore. He must have been knocked off in that last scuffle; just another reason to hate All Might. Shigaraki pawed around the ground for a bit until he felt something that had to be Father. He put him back on his face for relief, but the second he let go, Father fell back to the ground.
That's when he saw it: Father had been ripped apart, his fingers torn off, his palm broken in half with the other half sitting who knew where. Naturally, Shigaraki screamed.
"Noumu! What the hell are you sitting around for?! You were born to kill All Might, so hurry up and kill him already! Do it now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!" As if some sort of flip were switched, Noumu pulled itself out of the ground and charged at All Might. Good. That was why Noumu existed: to fight All Might. To kill All Might. The only thing it was good for was furthering his ambitions, so it needed to get back to that.
However, getting back to that shouldn't involve getting elbowed in the face.
Heroes. Villains. Vigilantes. Mercenaries. Stage magicians. Some people liked to act as if there wasn't a big difference between them, as if changing someone's circumstances just a little bit would be able to push them onto a different path. That's the wrong way of looking at it. Everyone who puts on tights and a cape does it in their own unique way, and you can't just switch over to another path so easily. No, Noumu knew that once you went onto one path, you were stuck on that path, and they only ever overlapped with one thing: a desire to make it big.
Noumu. That was his name, but it felt weird. There was something other people called him—acting as if they knew him—but that also felt weird. He felt weird as Noumu, he felt weird as the other thing, so what would have felt right with him, then?
Nothing about today fell into that. He came to a weird place with weird people and was told by the Handy Man to fight some guys. It was a mummy and a samurai; he still knew what those things were. The mummy kept punching and kicking him, but it never did anything; Doctor said he had a Quirk that absorbed hits, so that made sense. The samurai kept cutting him up, but everything always went back to normal in a second; Doctor said he had a Quirk that made him heal fast, so that made sense.
Two Quirks. You can't have two Quirks. Why did he have two Quirks? Who was the Doctor? Who was Noumu? Who was the other person the people called him before he ate them? Noumu did his best to think about it, and while he was busy with that, the samurai cut off his head. It didn't kill him, the Doctor made sure to see to that, but it did something weird. Made Noumu see weird things. Made Noumu see a man in a funny suit, blasting innocents with lasers from his hands and melting off their flesh. It looked fun.
Taira. That was the name. That was what people called him before he ate them. Shinra Taira. Neutron. That was a name. Was it his name? What about Noumu? Who was Noumu? No, thinking was for later. Now was for sticking head back on body and beating up mummy and samurai.
Noumu didn't get to finish. A kid stopped him. Handy Man called him Two-Face, but also talked about someone else. Endeavor. Yes, he was Endeavor's kid. Taira hated fighting Endeavor. Endeavor always got in Taira's way, always stopped him from getting big. Noumu didn't feel that upset, though. Taira only fought Endeavor a few times, always saying that he was too beneath him. Taira wanted to prove him wrong, prove that he was a bigshot, but he still wasn't the one he hated. Who did Taira hate? Who does Noumu hate?
Cold. The kid hit him with cold. He had to break his body up to get free, and then Mist Man and Handy Man had to save him while he healed. He felt naked, he felt exposed. It was all familiar. Yes, that always happened to Taira. Taira's Quirk let him use nuclear energy as a weapon, but it was weak by itself. Then a man came along—a funny man with orange hair and a big nose—and he gave Taira a suit that would boost his power. Taira felt good. Taira felt strong. Taira felt like a bigshot. The suit broke, but the funny man with orange hair and a big nose made him a new one. That suit broke, but the funny man with orange hair and a big nose made him a new one. That suit broke, but the funny man with orange hair and a big nose made him a new one.
That suit broke, but the funny man with orange hair and a big nose didn't make him a new one. Said that Taira was bad for business. Said that Taira couldn't give him good data if he only ever fought the same guy again and again and kept breaking the suit the same way again and again. Said that Taira wasn't useful for the revolution, so they were done. What revolution? What data? Taira just wanted to be a bigshot, just wanted to show the world that he mattered. What better way of doing that than by fighting—who was it? Who did Taira want to fight? Who did Noumu want to fight? He couldn't remember. Maybe eating Endeavor's kid would help him remember.
He didn't eat Endeavor's kid; a big green bunny got in his way. He hurt him with a punch. That didn't make sense. Then the big green bunny punched him some more, and more, and more, and more, and more. All the punches hurt. That didn't make sense. The Doctor said that punches couldn't hurt him. Punches were supposed to mean nothing. That was why Noumu was Noumu and not Taira. Taira couldn't handle punches. Taira couldn't fight Him, so that's why Noumu had to fight Him.
Him. Who was Him? What was Him? Was Him the big green bunny? No, that wasn't right. Noumu got mad and beat up the big green bunny, but the Him he thought about wouldn't go down like that, right? Who even was Him, anyway?
Then he saw Him. It was Him. All Might. Taira hated All Might. Noumu hated All Might. Why did Noumu hate All Might? Why did Taira hate All Might? Noumu didn't know, didn't remember. All Noumu knew was that he wanted to punch All Might a lot, but All Might wouldn't let him. He punched him, he kicked him, and then he took him somewhere. Funkytown? Why was Funkytown so dark? Noumu didn't know. Would Taira know? Who was Taira, though? Who was Noumu, though?
Then he heard someone. He heard the Handy Man talking to him. What did the Handy Man say? Right, he said, "Noumu! What the hell are you sitting around for?! You were born to kill All Might, so hurry up and kill him already! Do it now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!"
All of a sudden, everything became clear, everything flowed back into his head. Noumu was Shinra Taira, and Shinra Taira was Noumu, and both Noumu and Shinra Taira were Neutron. Neutron wanted to be big, so he kept fighting All Might, kept losing to All Might. Then he got the funny man with orange hair and a big nose to make him suits, but he kept losing to All Might, kept breaking the suits until the funny man with orange hair and a big nose gave up on him. It wasn't fair. Neutron, Taira, Noumu did nothing wrong. He just wanted to beat All Might, he just wanted to be a bigshot, but everyone laughed at him. It wasn't fair.
The Doctor was nice about it. He liked Taira's dreams and said he wanted to help him. He took him to a weird place using something smelly, and then he started doing weird things. He started giving him pills; he started injecting him with liquids; he started cutting him up everywhere; he started doing other things, but Taira can't remember. Taira can barely remember that Taira was Taira. He stopped remembering Taira, stopped remembering Neutron, and only kept remembering two things: he was Noumu, and he wanted to kill All Might.
That was fine. Noumu could live with that. Taira wanted to kill All Might, so Noumu wanting to kill All Might didn't change anything. The only different thing was that Noumu had the power that Taira never could, and he was going to use it to kill All Might. Then he'd show them all. Then he'd be a bigshot. Then he'd be happy.
But then All Might elbowed him in the face. It hurt. It hurt too much.
"You should have played dead," All Might said. He turned around and punched Noumu again. It hurt again. It hurt too much again. He punched him again and again, and each one hurt more than the last. It didn't make sense. Punches weren't supposed to do anything. Did the Doctor lie? That didn't make sense. The Doctor was a good person. He was the only one who believed in Noumu, in Taira, in Neutron. No, Noumu just needed to try harder, that was it. He needed to do a better job of fighting, so he blocked a punch and grabbed All Might's arms. His neck looked thick, his neck looked tasty. He wanted to bite into it, but he couldn't bite into it. All Might jumped up and kicked him away. Fine. Noumu could still fight. He would get back over there and get back to punching him.
Why were his arms gone?
"Looking for these?" There were his arms; they were on All Might's arms. All Might kicked him so hard that when he went flying, the arms didn't go with him. Scary, but not too scary. The Doctor said he'd heal fast, so he'd just get new arms in a few seconds.
He didn't get new arms. Something was growing, but it was too small, too slow. The mummy. The samurai. The cold kid. The big green bunny. They did this. They hit him too much, and now he couldn't heal right. Now he didn't have arms. Now he didn't have a way to punch All Might.
Now he had to run. His legs were still there, his legs were still strong, so they could take him away. Far away from there so he could hide until he was better. The Handy Man was yelling at him to get back, but Noumu didn't care. It was too much. Too much for Noumu, too much for Neutron, too much for Taira.
"Leaving so soon? Fine, but don't just leave your stuff lying around!" All Might was shouting at him, but he kept running away. Then something hit him and he fell. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move. It was his arms. All Might threw his arms at his legs, and they made him get stuck to the ground. He was stuck. He was stuck. He was stuck. He was stuck.
He was stuck, and now All Might was punching him a lot. It was just like what he did to Neutron, what he did to Taira, but it was worse. It felt like everything was breaking with each hit and there was no fixing it. He wanted to run, but he couldn't. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He wanted to do something, but he was useless. His friends knew it, the funny man with orange hair and a big nose knew it, Taira knew it. Taira knew he was useless, but he thought that being Noumu would change that; he was wrong. Taira knew he was a nobody, but he thought that being Noumu would make him a bigshot; he was wrong.
All of a sudden, something wet was falling down Noumu's face. It would have made sense if it was blood, but he thought it were tears; he was right. The only thing left to figure out was if they were Noumu's tears or Taira's, but he lost what little he had left before he could.
Noumu, Taira, Neutron, someone died the way they lived, getting beat up by All Might. There shouldn't have been anything else expected.
If All Might walked away from this knowing anything, it was that he really was getting weaker. Back in his prime, it would have only taken five good hits to beat that nudist behemoth Noumu, but in his current state, he needed one hundred blows to defeat him. Plus another two hundred to grind his head and a good portion of his upper body into dust.
There was nothing to smile about here. He didn't need to go that far, but he couldn't stop himself; he lost control the second he saw Midoriya beaten to a pulp. No one was smiling or cheering him on for a job well done, and he was glad about that; he didn't deserve anything of the sort. These were all young kids, they didn't need to see how violent Heroes sometimes needed to get at such an early and impressionable time in their lives. They didn't need to see any of that, yet they did, and it was all because he was so careless.
"That's it. I'm done." No, it wasn't all his fault. There was one other person to blame: Shigaraki, the Villain who put everything together, the one who was crawling around and picking up the pieces of a severed hand with his left hand and reaching into a pocket with his right.
"Didn't I tell you not to move from that spot?!" Faster than a speeding bullet, All Might charged at Shigaraki, a fist raised high in the air and geared for pummeling. He calmed down a bit, he wouldn't lay into him the same way he did Noumu, but he was still going to make him go crying home to his mother, assuming he could even move when all was said and done.
Much to his surprise, his fist didn't collide with his lanky body, but some sort of translucent barrier surrounding Shigaraki and his shattered hand.
"What do you know? It actually did come in handy. Thank you, Sensei." Shigaraki's right hand moved away from something suspended in the air against the barrier: a piece of paper with words sloppily written on it in blood. An ofuda. To think that Shigaraki of all people practiced onmyodo; it was too familiar, and not in a good way.
"Damn you!" All Might started pounding away at the barrier with both fists. Just as cracks started to appear, a black mist-like substance started filling the barrier.
"My apologies, Shigaraki, but I think it would be best for us to make our exit," said the gaseous man, his body getting smaller with every second.
"Fine. Fine!" Shigaraki said. "You win this round All Might, but this isn't over! The next time I see you, you're dead, you hear me? Dead! Dead at my hand!"
All Might's fist finally broke through the barrier, but it ended up only colliding with air. The ofuda fell harmlessly to the ground, completely unaware of the role it just played in today's events. As All Might picked it up, he heard Iida come in with who he assumed to be the rest of the faculty, but at that point, it was too late.
On paper, this was a win for Justice, but anyone who was there for it would say anything but.
Chapter 23: The Heroes' Journey
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Shigaraki felt itchy.
Shigaraki fell onto the floor with a thud. He and Kurogiri might have made it back to their hideout, but being back in familiar territory did nothing to lessen his pain, either physical or emotional.
"Fucking bullshit. Fucking bullshit. Fucking…" Shigaraki's words were lost as blood shot out of his mouth.
"Hold on Shigaraki," Kurogiri said. "I'll go fetch Ujiko immediately. Your injuries look severe, but he should—"
"Sensei, you're a fucking liar!" Shigaraki stared at an open laptop that had been resting atop a table since he left for the USJ. The power was on, and it was connected to another person, but there wasn't an image being displayed. Naturally, since Shigaraki knew perfectly well who he was talking to.
"And what, pray tell, have I done to warrant such slander?" Sensei asked from the laptop.
"You said… You said All Might was sick! You said All Might had gotten weaker since the last time you fought! Look at me! Look at what he did to me! What's weak about this?!"
"Tomura, all that your present state of being shows is that you severely underestimated All Might. Just because he's weaker than he used to be doesn't mean that he'll be utterly defenseless. That man will always be a man who can't be defeated without a precise plan in mind; the fact that this one failed does mean that I was too hasty, but since you were the one leading the charge, the burden of this failure ultimately falls upon you."
Shigaraki felt itchy.
"Sir, I don't wish to argue with you, but I don't believe Shigaraki is completely out of line with his complaints," Kurogiri said. "All Might's power didn't seem noticeably different from what it was several years ago. I knew that he would be a terrifying opponent, but he completely destroyed the Noumu you lent us as if it didn't even have a Shock Absorption Quirk." The computer was silent for ten seconds before Sensei responded with a "What?"
"That Noumu was trash! He was supposed to be able to tank All Might's punches, but some freckle-faced brat was able to beat his ass! The second that happened, everything went terrible! All Might killed Noumu, he broke all my bones, and Father got messed up, and now I can't stop… can't stop thinking…"
Shigaraki felt itchy.
"One of the kids was able to hurt Noumu, you say? But at the same time, All Might was able to ignore his Shock Absorption? Strange. How very strange. Did I miscalculate? I thought for sure that by now he would have…" Sensei trailed off for a bit. "Could that child be… No, if he were, then All Might definitely wouldn't be strong enough to outright kill that Noumu. The child is worth looking into, though."
Shigaraki felt itchy.
"Sir?" Kurogiri asked.
"It's nothing. More importantly, I apologize Tomura; while this failure still falls on your shoulders, if it really went the way you described it, then I deserve more blame than I had originally set aside for myself. Failure was always an option, but it occurring in this manner shows that we all have much to learn. Lick your wounds as quickly as you can, Tomura, then rebuild the League from the ground up. If you are to become the Symbol of Doom, then we can't waste time wallowing in defeat!"
The laptop shut off. Kurogiri went behind the bar to fetch something to drink—scotch, Shigaraki hoped—and Shigaraki remained motionless, his eyes locked on the broken remnants of Father. It was too familiar a sight for his liking, and not something he wanted to see on top of everything else that had happened that day.
Shigaraki felt itchy.
Of all the places Tsukauchi thought he wanted to be called to, anywhere affiliated with U.A. ranked near the bottom of the list. Anywhere affiliated with U.A. was nowhere he wanted to be, yet he found himself and the rest of the local law enforcement being called downtown to handle the cleanup of a Villain attack. A Villain attack against U.A., of all places; it really said a lot about the current state of the world.
According to Eraserhead, who was currently receiving a medical examination for his injuries, a Villain by the name of Kurogiri used a warping ability to summon the rest of his associates—the League of Villains, they referred to themselves as—into the facility just a few minutes after the class had arrived. Eraserhead and Katana defeated the majority of the grunts while the rest, who had been transported to various areas within the USJ, were defeated by the students whom Kurogiri sent their way. The only exceptions were the Villains in the Conflagration, Downpour, and Mountain Zones, who were still fighting students until the rest of the teachers arrived, and a woman by the name of Ambush Bug, though that was only known because of a note found on the scene signed by her that read "I'm outta this gang. Hope to see you all again, no matter how many chapters it takes." There was a lot to unpack there, and very little of it was good.
The leader of the League of Villains was Shigaraki, a psychotic manchild with a disintegration Quirk. He commanded a hulking behemoth by the name of Noumu to attack Eraserhead and Katana, and despite Eraserhead and Katana's abilities, it managed to overwhelm them thanks to a powerful regeneration Quirk. Two students by the name of Shouto Todoroki—son of the Number Two Hero Endeavor—and Izuku Midoriya—the alien child All Might told him about—got involved in the fight and suffered injuries of varying degrees before All Might arrived and killed Noumu. All Might attempted to assault an already injured Shigaraki, but he protected himself using onmyodo of all things and managed to escape with Kurogiri. When the teachers finally arrived, they split up to apprehend all of the Villains who were either unconscious or had yet to be defeated.
On paper, this was a win for Justice, but anyone who was there for it would say anything but.
Aside from Izuku Midoriya and Shouto Todoroki, no one among the students appears to have any serious injuries. Minoru Mineta was bleeding profusely from his head, but that's apparently the result of him overusing his Quirk, so of the injured students, he should have the easiest time recovering, Tsukauchi thought. As he did so, he looked over the rest of the class, the only one missing being Todoroki, who was called over to the medical tent where Eraserhead, Katana, and Thirteen were receiving treatment. All of them were relatively unharmed physically, but mentally was a different issue, entirely. Still, he needed to talk to each of them to get the full story of what had happened, so he just needed to press forward, no matter how hard it was for both sides.
"Okay, I know you're probably not in the mood to talk, but—"
"This is my fault," said Tenya Iida, the younger brother of Ingenium. "I hesitated too much and took longer to escape than I needed to. If I managed to get help just a little bit sooner, Midoriya-kun might not have…" He couldn't finish his statement, and at the mention of Midoriya's name, Mineta started crying uncontrollably before being calmed down by Kyoka Jirou—a girl with a sound-based Quirk—and Tooru Hagakure—the daughter of Doctor Light.
"That's what I was fucking telling you, Four Eyes!" said Katsuki Bakugou—the kid who was involved in the fight with that Sludge Villain a year ago.
"What's your problem, Bakugou?!" shouted Mina Ashido, a pink-skinned girl with horns. "Iida didn't do anything—"
"Exactly! He didn't do anything! All that time wasted getting him out of there and it amounted to shit all nothing! But you know the worst part of it all? We let ourselves get caught up in it and stopped doing shit, too! If I had known that Four Eyes wasn't going to help, I would've gone down there and kicked that thing's ass myself!"
There was a look of anger in his eyes, but one laced with enough self-hatred to silence Ashido. One part of Bakugou made that statement because he simply wanted to have fought Noumu himself, but another part of Bakugou made that statement because he was infuriated that Midoriya got hurt while he stood around and did nothing. That was the conclusion Tsukauchi came to, at least; Bakugou was the only one who would truly understand his own heart, and in his own head, it was doubtful that Bakugou understood which one was the truth.
"All of this was going on, and all Koda, Tokoyami and I did were fight off random grunts like we had all the time in the world. I feel so pathetic!" said Mashirao Ojiro, a gi-clad boy with a long tail. Koji Koda, a quiet boy with a rocky body, nodded with a pained expression.
"If anyone is deserving of Bakugou's wrath, it is I," mumbled Tokoyami, the boy who was bonded to a Genie. "I know that Dark Shadow was weakened from being in the Conflagration zone, but I still could have forced power out of him. If I knew what fate had befallen Midoriya, I would have—would I have, though? Even if it was to save a friend, would I have been able to force myself to let him do as he pleases once more? I don't know; I don't know." Tsukauchi didn't know what was going through his head, and he felt like he shouldn't try to know.
"The thing that you all need to understand is that no one other than the Villains are at fault here," Tsukauchi said. "Right now, a lot of you are blaming yourselves for your hesitation and inaction, right?" Eijiro Kirishima, a red-haired boy without a shirt, flinched before Ashido turned to him. "I understand why you would feel that way when you just saw a friend almost get killed, but you need to remember that you have all of one week of experience under your belts, so that kind of hesitation just makes you normal people."
"Though some of us clearly have it less than others," said Momo Yaoyorozu, only daughter of Yoso and Muso Yaoyorozu of the Yaoyorozu Zaibatsu. There was a bitterness in her voice, but it was directed solely at herself.
"Todoroki and Midoriya are exceptions, not examples of how you should be expected to act."
"That's definitely the case with Todoroki-kun," spat Ochaco Uraraka—he never met her personally, but he remembered the name from the Shiritano Girls Academy incident a year prior. "He kept doing whatever he wanted because he needed to prove that he was the best—which he isn't even—and because of that, Midoriya-kun had to keep defending him, and then he… and then he…" When she started talking, Uraraka's face and tone matched Bakugou's in anger and resentment, but as she trailed off, they both softened into something far more melancholic.
"I won't tell you all how to feel; it's not the job of a policeman—or anyone, really—to force ideals upon someone. However, wallowing in self-pity and hypotheticals will only serve to make you feel worse than you need to and make it harder to feel as good as you should. I had the misfortune of being an adult when I learned that lesson, but there's never a wrong age to learn it."
Tsukauchi's eyes fell on Itsuka Kendou, daughter of legendary martial artist Yoru. She was one among Midoriya's closest friends, among the kids who had kept silent the whole time, and from what he had heard, she was one of the most rattled of the bunch all the way from when Kurogiri initially warped Midoriya away into the zero-gravity chamber. From the look on her face, among other factors, that had no intention of letting up.
Tsukauchi walked over to Kendou and put a hand on her shoulder. That wasn't wrong, that wasn't breaking the rules too much; all he wanted to do was calm her down a little, so it should have been fine.
"You're all going to be fine, but most importantly, Midoriya is going to be fine. You're not going to let this beat you. After all, you're all braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
Kendou didn't smile—no one did—but she certainly appeared to have regained a sense of clarity. He hoped that All Might would be as easy, but he knew that that wouldn't be the case. A nice thought to consider, though.
Three broken ribs, a twisted ankle, some slight bruising on the spleen, and a mild concussion. Much to Aizawa's surprise, his injuries ended up being rather negligible compared to some of his other fights. Of course, that didn't mean that they didn't hurt, and it also didn't mean that they were so minor that Recovery Girl could get rid of them in one go.
"Either way, I should be able to bounce back from this sooner rather than later, so hurry up and wipe that look off your face," Aizawa said. The statement was directed towards Yamashiro, the only other occupant of the medical tent at the moment, as Thirteen—who had the least serious injuries of the three—had left to talk with the teachers and the police.
"There is nothing on my face that should be erased," Yamashiro said, sitting in a chair next to Aizawa's bed with a dour expression. "The children were attacked under our watch—under my watch. I'm supposed to be able to guide them, but when they needed me most—"
"You did the best that you could, and so did the kids. Midoriya… what happened to him is unfortunate, but he's still alive, so that's something to be happy about. No matter how hard you try, some things are just out of your control; that should have been the case in your old line of work as well, right?"
"Yes, but the people I worked with there were far more… expendable. Myself, included."
"Yeah, well that's not the case here; sure as hell can't think that after today, at least. Between the two of us, you were the only one doing any damage to that thing, so if anyone should be acting like they're a waste of space, it's me. You did good out there, and you're going to keep doing good."
After a moment of silence, Yamashiro nodded her head and said, "Thank you." It wasn't a complete turnaround, but he could tell that he got through to her just a little. He could live with that.
"Pardon the intrusion," came a familiar voice in tandem with the sound of the tent flap moving about.
"Yamashiro, sitting position, please," Aizawa said. Yamashiro got up from her chair and did what she was told, Aizawa's back quickly resting up against the back frame of his bed. Injured he might have been, he needed to be as professional as possible for this person. "You seem to be handling things well, Todoroki."
"I guess. Are you and Ms. Yamashiro all right?" Todoroki asked.
"Nothing a few days rest won't take care of. What about you? That eyepatch doesn't look to assuring."
"Same as you, really," Todoroki said, brushing a hand across the medical eyepatch he was wearing. "I managed to get that guy off of me before any permanent damage could be done. My burn… won't get any worse than it already is, and I should regain full vision in my right eye within a week's time."
"Oh, so with any luck, you'll be back to full health by the time your suspension is over. That's good to hear."
"What?" Todoroki got right to the point. Aizawa had hoped that it would take him a few seconds to take in what he said, but beggars could not be choosers.
"You heard me; you're suspended. For four days. Well, you can think of it as five since school's definitely going to be closed tomorrow after all of this, but I went with four so you at least don't have to miss the beginning of—"
"What the hell am I being suspended for?!" Todoroki stepped forward towards Aizawa. Yamashiro started getting up, but Aizawa forced her back into her seat. She was still green, she didn't need to deal with something like this yet.
"How could you possibly need to ask? You disobeyed a direct order from me and interfered with Midoriya's attempts at getting you out of the fight. This would normally be the part where I go, 'If this were real life,' but this time it was, so I'll just come right out and say that you could have gotten yourself or someone else killed."
"So I'm being punished for what? For trying to stop the bad guys? For trying to protect everyone? You didn't tell Midoriya to fight Noumu either, but I don't see him being punished!" Todoroki stepped forward towards Aizawa.
"Yeah, because he was forced into a situation where he needed to confront someone before it was safe to disengage, and do you know why that happened? Do you know why Midoriya almost died? Because you kept fighting him when he tried to save you." For a second, it looked as if that last line made Todoroki take pause, but then he kept walking towards Aizawa, all the same.
"I-I didn't do anything wrong. Heroes are supposed to be willing to risk everything to protect people, aren't they? That's what I was doing. I wasn't out of the fight yet; I could have still kept going, I could have still done something to help take him down."
"Yeah, maybe you could have. Maybe you could have kept helping at the cost of your own health, but that kind of thinking needs to be a Hero's last resort, not their first move. Of course, it's a moot point anyway, what with you standing there lying to me and all."
"I'm not lying!"
"Then why didn't you use your fire?" That time, Todoroki did take pause. "If you were truly ready to risk it all, you would have gone all out and started blasting that thing with both of your powers, but you didn't. You were in a situation that was do or die for a lot of people other than yourself, but you still held back; it's like you didn't even learn anything from your fight with Bakugou." He could see Todoroki tensing up, but he needed to keep going. "This is all on you, so don't get mad at me, don't stand there and lie to me, and don't act like holding onto your pride and whatever petty little fight you're having with your father is worth dying over."
Naturally, Todoroki punched Aizawa in the face. Considering how things were going, he was surprised that he didn't do it sooner. Yamashiro jumped out of her seat, but Aizawa put an arm out in front of her, and after a few seconds of staring at one another, she sat back down.
"Outside of Hero Training, hitting a teacher under any circumstances is automatic grounds for expulsion. But you know what? It's been a long day. A lot of us are tired, a lot of us are exhausted, a lot of us don't know what the hell we're doing, so I'm going to turn the other cheek—the one you didn't punch. If I were you, I'd leave before I think about changing my mind."
Todoroki dropped his glare, turned away from Aizawa, and let out a curse before leaving the tent. Aizawa let out a sigh and fell out of his bodily position. He knew it was going to go like that, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with.
"Take note, Yamashiro. As a teacher, this is the kind of stuff you need to be prepared to do."
"I don't know if I can be so blunt with children," Yamashiro said.
"At the very least, try to act like it doesn't bother you." If nothing else, that's what someone in their position needed to do. That was all that could be expected.
After speaking with the police and the teachers for a while longer, the class was brought back to U.A. just long enough to be dismissed for the day and told that school would be closed the following day. No one celebrated the impromptu break, and everyone left campus without saying a word all the way up until they got back to their respective homes.
"And when I tried to pull off that move, I just fell flat on my butt. It was hilarious!" Everyone except Mina Ashido. Out of everyone in the class, she was the only one who became a chatterbox in the aftermath of the incident, though it was only when she and Kirishima headed to the train station that it started.
"Man, I used to be such a bad dancer back in the day; glad I only ever did it in my room. I even used to wear these over the top costumes like I was a rapper or something. I actually have some pictures I can show you. Actually, I probably shouldn't. I'm not embarrassed by them or anything, it's just that most of them are from before my mutation, so you wouldn't even recognize me. It'd be like looking at a completely different person!"
On the train back to their neighborhood, Kirishima said nothing, just like he had on the walk from U.A., just like he had when the police were talking to them. On the train back to their neighborhood, Kirishima stared at the ground with a dour expression, just like he had on the walk from U.A., just like he had when the police were talking to them. Suffice to say, it was hard to tell how effective her plan of calming him down was working.
"Then again, maybe I should show you them sometime. I've already seen what you looked like before your makeover, so that'd be, like, equivalent exchange or something, right?" Kirishima said nothing, because of course he didn't. Ashido pouted, and as she did, the next stop was announced to be theirs. "Well, this was… what it was, but I guess it's time to go. We're all still meeting up tomorrow, right? Of course we are. I guess I'll see you, then."
As the train slowed down, Ashido stood up from her seat, but Kirishima remained motionless.
"Kirishima, this is our stop," Ashido said. He still wouldn't move. "Come on, they're not gonna hold the door open forever. We gotta—"
"Goddammit!" Kirishima shouted. In tandem with that shout, he punched the seat next to him with a hardened fist that tore a sizeable hole straight through the material.
"E-Everything's fine, pay no attention to him, please!" Ashido said to the people who were turning their heads towards the scene. She then ran up to Kirishima and whispered, "Kirishima, please don't make a liar out of me and calm—" Kirishima yelled something out and punched through a seat again.
"It happened again. Someone was being attacked and I just… I just stood there and did nothing. I told myself that I wasn't going to be like that again, but the second I get the chance to put up, I… goddammit!" Kirishima made a third hole in the seats. Ashido waved off the concerns of the passersby, but that was clearly becoming less effective.
"Hey, you can't hold that against yourself. Remember what that detective guy said? We're still learning all this stuff, so there's nothing wrong with not being able to just jump into danger like that."
"Easy for you to say. You already know how to save people. You don't know what it's like to be a coward, but I guess you think it's just so easy to patronize those who do. Do you even get how awful you sound trying to talk about failure when all you do is win?" From beginning to end, Kirishima didn't look up at Ashido once. If Ashido was being honest, she probably wouldn't have found it in her to meet his gaze if he had. "Just go away, Ashido. Leave me alone."
Ashido turned away from Kirishima and looked at the train door. She looked at it for a second, considered walking out for a second, then wasted only half a second turning back around and sitting next to Kirishima.
She didn't say anything to him, and he didn't say anything to her. All they did was keep each other company as the door closed and the train went away from their stop. At that moment, that would hopefully be good enough.
All Might hated hospitals with every fiber of his being. For a Hero, having to stay in a hospital was a show of weakness, an unwanted means of telling the public that they're not invincible and could die at the drop of a hat. For All Might, personally, it always made him think back to the aftermath of that fight from six years ago, the fight that cost him not just a few organs and a large portion of his power, but the companionship of one of the closest friends he would ever have. Today, he could add his failure of his student to his list of reasons to hate hospitals.
Naturally, Recovery Girl was only able to do so much for Midoriya, so they had to bring him to a hospital to make a closer examination. All Might didn't listen to the diagnosis; he didn't need a professional's opinion on how badly he failed Midoriya and, by extension, the other children. He wanted to go in and at least stand by his side, but then his mother came in and he had to hide in a closet as she ran into his room. Even if she had known about their connection, he was in no state to show himself in front of a crying mother. Still, he wanted to be able to comfort Midoriya, as well, so there had to be a compromise.
"Don't do it, Toshinori." Tsukauchi's voice came out of nowhere, and he, himself, appeared in front of All Might with nearly silent footsteps. "Telling his mother about you might seem like a good idea, but right now, she's probably ready to go off at the first person she can blame for this. Hard to see how you or any other teacher wouldn't automatically fit into that."
"You gotta stop doing that, Tsukauchi," All Might said after a brief moment of silence. "But you're right, though. Now's not the time for that. I know that, but I just want to be doing something right now."
"If you want my personal opinion, the best thing you can do today is to think about what you can do tomorrow. You've done all that you can do today, but tomorrow you can start planning out how we'll catch the League of Villains; tomorrow you can use that piece of evidence to work through that hypothetical I know is rattling around in your head; tomorrow, you can do what needs to be done to clear the air, but today, you should just do what you can to calm down."
Out of seemingly nowhere, Tsukauchi pulled out a cookie and handed it to All Might. It wasn't much to be proud of, but it did bring a small smile to his face. With everything that was happening, that would need to be good enough.
"Is All Might still here?!" a nurse shouted as Midoriya's door flew open.
"YES! I AM!" All Might shouted as he quickly shifted into his Muscle Form.
"All Might, you have to come see this! Midoriya-kun is—"
"I-I'm well aware of what's happened to Young Midoriya, I don't think I need to see anything else."
"Yes, you do. It's—I've never seen anything like it, and it needs to be seen to be believed!"
"I don't think—"
"No, you'll want to see this," Tsukauchi said. All Might readied another refusal, but then, in the corner of his eye, something appeared in the doorway to Midoriya's room.
And it made his jaw drop.
When most people think about night in this day and age, the first thing that comes to mind is the various things that go bump in it, and why not? Night was scary. Villains did their best work at night, and no one wanted to do anything that could get them noticed by murderous weirdos.
This nighttime was a different sort of nighttime than usual, though. The Villains that go bump in the night had no time to be scary because they were too busy being in mourning. Well, the C and D-listers, anyway, because let's be real, those are the only people who would give a damn about someone like Neutron being dead.
So yeah, it turns out that Noumu was none other than Neutron. You know, if we're going to make him a pre-established character, there are definitely worse people to use. Neutron's so minor a character in the comics that most people probably don't even know about him, but for the few who do, he's just noteworthy enough to make them go, "Oh, hey, it's that guy. Neat." That's how I, Ambush Bug, see it anyway.
Where was I? Oh yeah, the mourning. When word got out that Neutron bit the big one, all of his third-rate buddies started gathering up to pour one out for their old buddy. Not at Shigaraki's bar though, but at some other bad guy bar I can't be bothered to remember the name of. Considering that conspiring with the League of Villains was what got Neutron killed, it's no wonder that they wouldn't want to be anywhere near those people. That's also why I'm drinking in a shadowy corner of the bar while wearing sunglasses and a very fashionable trench coat. I'm also just having a Batman because who knows if I'm even old enough to drink? I'd like to think that I am, but some days it's just really hard to remember.
"They're really this upset about that Neutron guy?" I should make it clear that I wasn't the one who said that. The one who said that was some girl with a tangled mess of blonde hair dressed in a sailor uniform. I knew for a fact that she was too young to be in here, and I also knew for a fact that I had no idea when and how she got over here.
"Of course they are. He was their buddy, and when your buddy dies, you gotta have a drink to honor him. It's basic stuff, kid," I said as I swallowed an ice cube from my Batman.
"That's stupid. Why should you care about someone after they're dead? Once that happens, they can't make any faces when you try and stab them or cut them up, so what good are they to anyone?" As I teleported five seats away from her, I thought to myself, "This chick is a certified nutjob."
"If you don't get it, why are you even talking about it?"
"I've got my reasons." All of a sudden, the girl was sitting right next to me again. No one this nutty should be this fast. "You're in that League of Villains thing, right?"
"I was. I'm done with them now, though. I finished my cameo, I set up some foreshadowing, so I don't need to be with them anymore. Besides, not everyone was all that keen on my presence, so better not be somewhere that would lead to a lot of repeat appearances."
"You're using a lot of words to say, 'Yes.'" Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. "Anyway, you were there when it all went down with that Neutron guy, right?"
"I was able to see it all, one way or another. If you want to know more, you can talk to literally anyone else."
"They're all saying the same stuff. All these guys are talking about is how All Might killed him, but no one's talking about the other stuff that went down in that fight. You know, like how he got beat up by a kid before All Might showed up." I didn't like that.
"Yeah, I guess that did happen."
"Tell me, did he fly?" I didn't like that, either. Then, as if sensing my discomfort and wanting nothing more than to add onto it, the girl flashed me a toothy grin that exposed some way too sharp teeth.
I really, really, really didn't like that.
"Yeah, so I'm gonna—"
"Answer my question, please!" Faster than I could track, the girl pulled out a knife and tried to stab me. Me! Ambush Bug! Can you believe it? Crazy! She's crazy! Luckily, I managed to dodge it, but she somehow ended up hitting the table with so much force that it ended up being shattered to bits, almost like it was made of glass or something.
Naturally, I got the hell out of there. Unlike her, I'm not crazy. I just hope Midoriya knows how to deal with crazy.
Chapter 24: The Other Perspectives of That Day, Plus
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Alexis Lois Luthor and Ants
Many people assumed that Alexis wasn't a people person, but that simply wasn't true. She liked people, or at least the concept of people, it was just that she had a bad habit of only meeting people who weren't worth her time. Mercy and Izuku were obvious exceptions for obvious reasons, Wiktoria was whatever she was, and her family didn't count because she was obligated to love them, but everyone else she would meet hardly had anything to offer. They hardly had anything to offer, yet she was still forced to interact with them. Such a tragic fate that had befallen her.
The latest instance of this was the morning of Izuku and Class 1-A's trip to the USJ. That morning, she and Mercy had to attend another meeting with all of the other foreign students attending U.A. It was billed as a means of allowing people to get together and go through their various experiences in a foreign land, but all it ever amounted to was a bunch of people talking in broken Japanese for about an hour. Still, they had good enough donuts, so it was fine as long as no one talked to her.
"Hey Alexis, instead of stuffing your face, how about you actually try and contribute for a change?"
"Oh?" Alexis swallowed her Boston cream and looked up at who was talking to her. Not at all to her surprise, it was the chairman of their farcical group, Emiko Queen. "Does that little thing and the thing I'm currently doing count?"
"No," Emiko said. "All you and Mercy ever do is eat until it's time to leave, and I shouldn't have to tell you what's wrong with that."
"Maybe you should, because I don't see why I have to be here at all. I'm not suffering from jet lag, I'm too in love with the culture to be shocked by it, and unlike Pony, I have absolutely no problem speaking the language."
"O-Oi!" Pony Tsunotori threw a hand over her mouth as soon as she finished proving Alexis' point. In the past, they had only interacted at the big parties thrown at Wayne Manor, so Alexis never had much of an impression of her—speaking of which, what was Maps doing?—so it was nice to see that she was a wreck all of the time. Or just around her. Either way, it was fun.
"Hey, knock it off Luthor!" said Hiryu Rin, the Chong-Mai immigrant who was in the same class as Pony.
"And what, pray tell, will you do if she doesn't?" Mercy asked. One look from her was all it took to shut him up. She had come so far; it almost brought a tear to Alexis' eyes.
"Anyway, what I was trying to say is that this little United Nations thing you've got going on just doesn't do it for me," Alexis said. "I'd just not go to these things, but I'm apparently forced to stick with it for at least one semester, so the least you can do is let me eat my donuts in peace. Assuming, of course, you don't want things to get nasty."
"I'm beginning to understand why my brother hates your family," Emiko said.
"Tell your hippy brother to get in line." Emiko looked ready to say something else, but at that moment, the bell went off, signaling that class was going to start and that the meeting was over.
The entire exchange only served to prove Alexis' point. These meetings were conducted under the idea that they were equal by virtue of all of them not being from Japan, but that didn't do anything to change their hierarchies. Only you, yourself could do that, and if they had no intention of even trying, then there wasn't any point in caring about them. It was the equivalent of asking an elephant to pay attention to the ants he steps on.
With that thought in mind, Alexis flashed Pony a look that spooked her right out of her chair before leaving the room. From the bottom of her heart, she was truly grateful that a person like Pony existed.
Nothing was going to change Alexis' feelings about the forced meetings with all of the other foreign students, but something that was at least just as aggravating was actual class. The fact that everyone was surprised that her invention for the entrance exam was a portable, Tritium-powered fusion reactor made it clear from the start that she was smarter than everyone, but she didn't think she'd eclipse them all to such a degree. Having to sit back and relax while Power Loader went over things she had already figured out while in diapers made every class a chore to sit through, and it almost made her wish she hadn't bothered joining the class at all. Then again, it was the best way of being near Izuku, so there was at least that.
Besides, it's not like it isn't easy enough to browse memes on my phone, Alexis thought as she did just that. Locked in a seemingly endless chasm of mediocrity, seeing other people make jokes about the MILF isekai and the new Cory in the House movie were about the only things that kept her going.
Imagine her annoyance when someone ripped her phone out of her hands.
"Ohohoho! We can't have this now, can we?!" The person asking the question—simultaneously, the person who took her phone—was a third-year student with incredibly long eyelashes and hair that seemed to be made of product; it was the part about her being a third-year student that explained why she didn't know any better.
"You seem to have your hand where it doesn't belong, Kenranzaki-senpai," Alexis said without skipping a beat.
"Hardly. You've been on this thing from minute one, after all. What's the point in me being a guest speaker if you won't even pay attention to me? Are you saying that this little device is more interesting than I could ever be?" Bibimi Kenranzaki asked.
"Absolutely."
"Blasphemy! Blasphemy of the highest order!"
"Miss Luthor, please ignore Kenranzaki. She doesn't know you, so of course she doesn't know how to act around you," Power Loader said. The way he laced his words with honey around her always made Alexis feel so proud about how easily she manipulated him into devotion, and the groaning of her classmates made it all the better.
"I believe I know perfectly well how to act around a child so thoroughly full of herself!" Kenranzaki said.
Nice sentiments, Ms. Pot, Alexis thought as Bibimi jammed an elongated eyelash into her forehead.
"I don't know how they do things in America, but here, we're taught to show our peers—especially our older peers—with a modicum of respect! I don't care how smart you think you are, but don't pretend like you aren't surrounded by people just as good as you! Or in my case, better than you!" Bibimi laughed again. She truly had a horrid laugh.
"Really? You're really doing this?" Alexis asked. "You're really going to stand there and say all of that when all you have to bring to the table is that?" Alexis pointed to the Support Item that Bibimi had brought for the class to look at: a clunky laser cannon mounted on a stool that, when turned on, would blast anything that came within ten meters of it. "That isn't literal garbage, but it might as well be. As our senior, don't you feel any shame in only being able to present something as basic as that? Even if I wasn't me, I'd only be able to look at you with disappointment."
"Those are some rather haughty words for someone who spends her class time goofing off on social media!"
"So you say, and I say that I could build a better one of those with my eyes closed. That's not me being facetious, I really could."
"Ohoho! By all means, then!" Bibimi pulled out a garish ribbon and handed it to Alexis. Alexis elected not to comment on it and just tied it around her eyes.
"This is a special day everyone, so pay attention!" Power Loader said. Bibimi started laughing again, and she could hear her classmates actively rooting for her failure as she seemingly stumbled around in darkness.
That was why those people were ants, of course. If they were anything better, they'd know that she wasn't really stumbling about, but reaching out to take her phone back, which of course she did. The second the phone was back in her hands, Alexis—on pure instinct and memory—scrolled through her song listings until she got to an appropriate track.
Showtime.
After an hour had gone by, Alexis removed her blindfold and signaled the completion of her project. It was the best she could do with what was available, but judging by everyone's faces, they couldn't tell the difference.
"What we have here is the same kind of laser Kenranzaki-senpai brought in, but infinitely better.
It has three points of attack, blasts anything that comes within one hundred meters, can be converted into a handheld form, has remote detonation, infrared tracking, cup holders, self-repair, and finally, you can play Doom on it. Any questions?"
The class was silent. Good. Bibimi was on her knees, her eyes wide open for the first time. Great.
"Words… should have sent a poet…" Bibimi said.
"Let this be a lesson to you, to all of you!" Power Loader said. "Miss Luthor is the best student in this entire school! She's the kind of genius who only appears once in a lifetime, and we were all fortunate enough to be alive during that!"
"Indeed you were." Alexis dropped her screwdriver like it was a microphone and walked out of the room. She quickly came back in and picked it up because it was dangerous to leave something like that on the floor, but that did nothing to impact the dramatics of her exit. Ants like them didn't expect much, after all.
"So what would you have done if class didn't end right there?" Mercy asked after Alexis recounted her story of triumph in the hallway.
"I'd probably still leave. A dramatic exit is expected in that kind of situation, after all," Alexis said.
"Of course it is."
"Yes, thank you for agreeing."
"Alexis-san, wait up!" Alexis and Mercy stopped walking as a familiar voice entered the scene. Mercy greeted the speaker with a scowl while Alexis greeted the speaker with a look of indifference.
"Oh, it's you Mei. What do you need?" Alexis asked.
"Nothing right now—"
"Then go away," Mercy said.
"Ha! Same old Mercy-san, always acting like you don't like me!" Mei said.
"It's not an act. I honestly despise you."
"Ha! You're so funny!"
"Excuse me, but I believe you came here to talk about me?" Alexis asked.
"Oh, right. What was it, again? Oh, right! The stuff you did in class today was awesome! The way you just whipped out that baby like it was nothing was downright inspirational, even if it was only as good as the stuff we had on hand." Alexis raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? So you actually noticed that it wasn't as good as it could have been?"
"Yeah! Knowing you, you probably could have made something even cooler if you were ready for it, but even with that, you still made something awesome! What I wouldn't give to pick your brain for an afternoon!" One of Mei's fingers reached out towards Alexis' forehead only to be swatted away by Mercy.
"Stop trying to touch her, you nimrod," Mercy said.
"I don't know what hunting has to do with this, but thanks!" Mei said. As the two of them went back and forth like that, Alexis took some time to think about Mei Hatsume. She would never admit it, but besides Izuku, the girl was one of the only reasons she cared about being at U.A. She was undoubtedly annoying and far too eccentric for her liking, but her intellect surpassed the rest of the class just enough for her to be able to keep up with her a little. Plus, it was hard to not respect someone who had the ingenuity to turn themselves into a cyborg.
In a savannah of ants, Mei was an anteater; she ruled above the other ants, but if the elephant stepped on her, she probably wouldn't think much of it. There was nothing wrong with Mei, but at the end of the day, only Izuku was also an elephant, only Izuku was able to truly match her. Or at the very least, only Izuku could be stepped on and elicit a reaction from her.
"By the way, what was that song you were playing on loop?" Mei asked, apparently ignoring something Mercy said to do so.
"Oh, that? It was 'Who am I the Greatest' from Carole & Tuesday. God, what a great show. Great music, great characters, lots of yuri bait, watch it when you get home."
"Yeah, sure, Hey, maybe we can—" Before Mei could finish, Power Loader suddenly ran down the hallway, rushing past the three of them without saying a word. Power Loader always happily greeted Alexis whenever he saw her, so it was a rather strange sight to see.
"He's sure in a hurry," Mercy said while glaring at Mei. "What do you think is going on?"
"I don't know… but I hope it's something useful."
The Woman who Doesn't Laugh
When most people think about night in this day and age, the first thing that comes to mind is the various things that go bump in it. A logical train of thought. After all, night was scary. Villains did their best work at night, and no one wanted to do anything that could get them noticed by murderous psychopaths.
That was far too common a misconception to have. While people were right to be cautious at night, it was during the day when a person truly needed to be cautious. Anyone with a bargain bin knife could commit a crime at night, but it took true courage to commit a crime during the day, and nine times out of ten, the people with that kind of courage were the true threats to society. That's what Hardquannone chose to believe, at least.
Hardquannone's day, like most days, began with her usual breakfast order at the Jobin's in Dayo: a cup of coffee, a plate of sausage, and a serving of bacon and eggs with the bacon explicitly arranged to make a frowny face; smiling breakfast foods weren't her thing. As she ate her food, she took solace in how her appearance no longer drew attention to herself. In most situations, a woman dressed in a dark yellow jumpsuit with metal gauntlets on her arms, a pair of kodachi at her waist, and a mask fashioned to look like a snake would draw attention, but she had done it so many times now that the regulars had just gotten used to it, apparently. That was good, as it made eating her breakfast far less of a hassle.
As soon as she was done for breakfast, it was time for the daily patrol, which meant it was time to lurk around in the shadows stay out of sight as much as possible. At this point in her life, she knew that the odds of someone arresting her for Vigilantism were fairly low, but it was always better to play things on the safe side. Fortunately, years of practice allowed her to memorize the entire layout of the city, so it was easy to know where to go to avoid detection.
Shit! At least it should have been. Thirty minutes into her patrol, she ended up at the docks and found herself hiding behind a corner when a Hero caught her eye. Heroes never patrolled the docks so early in the day, so it had to be someone who wasn't a local. That would already be bad in and of itself, but it became worse when Hardquannone realized that the Hero was the Number Ten Hero, Gang Orca. It was hard to not recognize the bipedal whale in the white suit from all of his TV appearances, but the big question was why he was talking to a white-haired woman dressed like a janitor. She couldn't get a good look at her from where she stood, but their body language made it seem like the two were close. It didn't matter much, though. High-ranked Heroes like him were less likely to leave Vigilantes alone, so she needed to get out of there.
"Leaving so soon?" A blast of water hit the building closest to Hardquannone the second she turned around the way she came. Naturally, it made her stop dead in her tracks.
"Is this the part where I have to turn around?" Hardquannone asked.
"I'd say so," Gang Orca said. As such, Hardquannone did just that. She turned around and walked towards Gang Orca and the janitor—who was doing a poor job of hiding behind Gang Orca—until she got just out of arm's length of him.
"I wasn't doing anything, you know. It shouldn't be a crime to just take a stroll around the block."
"Those are not the clothes you wear just to take a 'stroll'. You're the Dayo Vigilante Hardquannone, aren't you?"
"Wow, I'm flattered that a Top Ten Hero knows about little old me."
"I also know how much you like to fly in the face of the law. This is your city, so tell me how you want this to go."
"Good question. Good question, indeed." Contrary to her calm demeanor, Hardquannone was freaking out. There was no way for her to get away from someone like Gang Orca, even if she actually felt like using her Quirk, so she couldn't think of anything to do but stand there like an idiot. To think that years of work were about to be undone thanks to this guy and a janitor.
Hardquannone figured out something that was probably important.
"Isn't that the girl from the thing with the Curator?" Said girl let out a yelp and jumped back from behind Gang Orca.
"W-What, me? No way! I'm just, um, something that isn't that! Yeah!" It was as convincing as it could have been.
"Goddammit, Kagayaki," Gang Orca said, a hand against his face.
"Can I guess that the real reason you're talking about taking me in is that it'd look bad if someone caught you talking to her?" Hardquannone asked. She sincerely hoped that Gang Orca assumed she was smiling under her mask. The glare he was giving her put a hole in that.
"Come on Sakamata, just let it go," Kagayaki said. "We were careless—me possibly more than you—but I don't think she cares enough to tell anyone. Maybe she can even help us. She knows this city better than us, after all."
"Yes! Let's do that!" Hardquannone said. "I mean, yeah, sure, I'll help you two with whatever you're doing and we both keep quiet about this. That sounds agreeable." Very smooth.
"Fine," Gang Orca said. "A few days ago, Kagayaki took down an Intergang hideout, and something weird came out of the main guy that got beaten up."
"What kind of weird thing."
"It's private."
"What do you—"
"It's. Private." The enunciation, combined with the exasperated look Kagayaki was giving her, made it clear that she needed to drop it. "Anyway, a friend of ours was able to track a similar weird thing to this city, but something stopped her from being able to pinpoint it. You haven't heard about anything weird going on in Dayo, have you?"
"Weird happenings, you say? You know, I think I have," Hardquannone said. "A few days ago, I heard people talking about how they kept hearing some weird sounds coming out of an abandoned house downtown, almost like somebody wailing. Has a lot of people freaked out, and I've actually been meaning to take a look into it, myself."
"Worth a shot. Lead the way." Without so much as a please, Gang Orca walked past Hardquannone—bumping her on the shoulder as he did so—and stepped into the alleyway.
It almost made her miss Knuckleduster. Almost.
With Hardquannone's knowledge of Dayo, it was easy for her to lead Gang Orca and Kagayaki to the abandoned house in question. According to the townsfolk, the house was once inhabited by the second Blue Beetle, Mysterious Person X, for unknown reasons. After he disappeared, no one was able to stay there for more than a week for a variety of reasons, and it's been abandoned ever since. Hardquannone hoped that that wasn't important.
She also hoped that Gang Orca kicking the door down wouldn't end up coming back at them.
"Let's take a look around, but everyone stays together. Talking to you," Gang Orca said, the last word targeted firmly at Hardquannone.
"I'm sorry about him. He's a good guy, but there's a reason Sakamata is Number Three on the list of Heroes who look like Villains," Kagayaki said as the three of them filed into the house.
"No kidding," Hardquannone said.
"Just do your job, already," Gang Orca said. "Dragging outsiders into this is one thing, but for one of them to be a Vigilante, of all people."
"Last I checked, your friend here isn't exactly playing by the law, either."
"Kagayaki's… just drop it." Kagayaki added on a small "Please!" of her own, so Hardquannone didn't press it further. She didn't need to get invested in the personal life of another Hero; one was plenty enough.
Moving right along from that, the three of them began their search of the house for anything suspicious. Ten minutes in, and there was nothing to report. All they could find were dusty chairs, broken silverware, and some worn-out copies of The Three Musketeers that looked old enough to have been printed when Alexandre Dumas was still alive. An interesting find, but it had nothing to do with anything, so it wasn't worth her attention.
Just as she was thinking about giving up, something strange sounded through the house. "A wail" left her lips before she had time to fully register it.
"It came from upstairs," Kagayaki said.
"Let's move," Gang Orca said, immediately heading for the stairs. If a person didn't know any better, they'd think that he was able to get here all on his own, despite that being the exact opposite of what had happened. Not that Hardquannone was saying anything about it, of course. Either way, she and Kagayaki followed Gang Orca upstairs and the three of them eventually reached the room where the wails were coming from. Gang Orca nodded his head at them before kicking the door down and charging in to face what was inside.
"There's nothing here," Hardquannone said. There was nothing else to say when faced with an utterly empty room. Empty except for an oddly placed teacup in the center of the room.
The second she noticed it, Gang Orca had already stomped it to dust.
"Okay, but why, though?" Hardquannone asked.
"That teacup wasn't just a teacup. I've seen it before; it's a tool that masks the presence of the exact thing we're looking for!"
"So this weird thing really is in this room? But if it's not in plain sight, then…" Hardquannone's head flew up towards the ceiling, but she wished that it hadn't. If that hadn't happened, then she wouldn't have seen that the ceiling was covered in half a dozen person-sized cocoons with faces sticking out of them. Nor would she have seen the multi-eyed woman with spider-like jaws and eight arms shaped like spider legs sticking out of her torso staring down at her from above.
This was not at all looking to be her day.
The spider woman let out the same wail they had heard earlier before shooting a stream of silk at Hardquannone. Kagayaki pushed her out of the way and it simply hit the door; she was already ready for a counterattack, but she still appreciated the assist.
"I don't think so!" Gang Orca shouted. A near-deafening sonic pulse shot out of his body that knocked the spider woman off the ceiling and onto the floor. "I think we might have found the mom of what you fought the other day, Kagayaki!"
"That makes me so happy!" Kagayaki said. The spider woman shot up off the ground and pounced on Kagayaki. Hardquannone gave her a good kick, but she wouldn't budge. She reached for her dual kodachi, but before she could grab them, the spider woman suddenly slipped off of Kagayaki; out of nowhere, the woman was covered in some sort of liquid that smelled like lilac, but she didn't press it. Instead, she just helped Kagayaki grab the spider woman by four of its arms and throw it into the air, making her an easy target for a blast of water from Gang Orca's mouth.
The blast looked like it was meant to knock her into a far corner of the room, but the spider woman used a shot of silk to bring itself to the ceiling, wailing all the while. Gang Orca looked like he was going to fire something at her, but she cut him off by sticking him to the wall with a shot of silk. Kagayaki barely moved a single centimeter before she was met with the same fate, and it looked as if Hardquannone was on the verge of following them.
However, it only looked to be that way. Hardquannone unsheathed her dual kodachi—referred to collectively as the Ridill—and sliced up the silk before it could touch her. More shots of silk were fired, but Hardquannone kept slicing them up until the spider woman ended up taking a pause, at which point Hardquannone threw the left Ridill straight into her sixth arm. The spider woman wailed, and Hardquannone took that time to rush over to Gang Orca and cut him free.
"Well look who knows what they're doing," Gang Orca said.
"I know. Crazy, right?" As Hardquannone spoke, the spider woman fired another shot of silk that wrapped itself around the blade of the right Ridill. Hardquannone maintained her grip, but the spider woman was trying her hardest to rip it out of her hand. That was a mistake on her part, for with the press of a button on the hilt, an electric pulse was sent up through the silk until it reached the spider woman and shocked her with who knew how much voltage. The spider woman, now a charred mess of a thing, fell off of the ceiling, allowing Gang Orca to jump up and hit her with a devastating guillotine drop.
"I'm all right too, in case anyone was wondering," Kagayaki said. She was standing a few meters away from Hardquannone, and that weird liquid was making remnants of webbing slide off of her body. "I'm usually better than this, I really am."
"Hey, no need to justify anything. I believe you," Hardquannone said. The innocent comment brought a smile to Kagayaki's face, but before she could say anything else, the spider woman shot up off the floor, pushing Gang Orca aside to do so. Hardquannone readied herself for another fight, but before anything could happen, the spider woman's body started convulsing wildly. Her arms and legs were twisting around at seemingly impossible angles for twenty seconds before her posture became unreasonably stiff. Her head pointed up at the ceiling, and out from her body came a ghostly image of an anthropomorphic female spider with otherworldly characteristics too strange for description. The spider woman's body lost all of its spider-like characteristics; she turned into a normal, green-skinned adult woman, and she collapsed to the ground once more.
"This happen with the last one?" Gang Orca asked.
"Down to the letter," Kagayaki said.
"And the teacup… I really hope this is just an isolated incident. Either way, Coney can't get back here soon enough."
"I'm guessing this part of that private stuff I can't be privy to," Hardquannone said.
"Please and thank you!" Kagayaki said.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Gotta admit though, you're not that bad a partner," Gang Orca said.
"Oh, you're making me blush again."
"Seriously, you've got real skill, too much to just be a Vigilante. Do you have that little faith in the system?"
"What? No, I'm not Batman or anything like that. It's just that… I just couldn't get it to work for me. That's all I want to say about it."
"Are you sure?" Kagayaki asked. "I mean, I guess it's kinda hypocritical to press you on that when we wouldn't say anything about us, but—" At that moment, Hardquannone's phone started vibrating. If she was getting a text from anyone during the day, then it could only be from one person, so she quickly pulled out her phone to look.
"I-I gotta go." Hardquannone pocketed her phone and picked the left Ridill back up off the ground. "This was fun but I-later. Or not. Who knows? Bye." Before either of them could say a word, Hardquannone had bolted out of the room.
As fun as it would have been to get to know them, she needed to be somewhere more important.
It was an hour-long train ride to Musutafu, and another thirty minutes to get to his house in a full sprint. That was ninety minutes she left him alone while he was beaten, battered and bruised; ninety minutes too many. But she still got there, so that had to count for something. At the very least, that's what she told herself as she crawled through the window he always left unlocked.
"Been a while since I've seen you so beat up, Sho-chan," Hardquannone said.
"You should see the other guy," Shouta said, the man wincing a bit as he forced out a smile. Hardquannone ran over to him, but he quickly assured her that he was fine.
"Aw, and here I was hoping that I'd get to nurse you back to health."
"I never said you couldn't do that."
"Good. But you know, maybe later. I'm feeling kinda winded." Hardquannone took off her mask and got into the bed next to Shouta.
"What'd you do today?"
"Fought a weird spider woman thing. There was some other stuff going on with it, but I'm not at liberty to tell."
"Not even me?"
"Nope. I basically pinkie swore, and that's virtually unbreakable."
"If you say so." Shouta leaned over the best he could and kissed her forehead, setting her face ablaze. She loved it. She loved him. He was the only one she felt comfortable showing her face around, the only one she would let run a hand through her green locks.
Shouta Aizawa was the only person Emi Fukukado felt she could be real around.
Relative Carnage
The best part about being Firestorm wasn't the unstoppable power. It wasn't having legions of adoring fans, nor was it that it gave him an excuse to take breaks from work for the first time since he stopped smoking.
It was flying. The thing Hisashi loved the most about being Firestorm was being able to fly through the air without a care. It was especially great doing it at night like he currently was; nothing shone as brightly as he did, so it was like he was a living star. When he flew through the air, it was like the rest of the world didn't matter.
"All units and Heroes, an armored vehicle is speeding through the East Village. Officers have been shot and immobilized. Repeat, all units and Heroes—"
"So much for a good night," Hisashi said in response to the police scanner in his ear. "I'm just kidding, Professor, so don't read me the riot act."
"Very well, let's just go save some lives," said the disembodied of Martin Stein. They had been Firestorm for about ten years now, yet they still couldn't figure out why that was a thing. Food for later thought, he decided, as he flew down and out towards the East Village.
By the time Firestorm arrived at the East Village, Chief Ferguson had already phoned him and filled him in on the situation. There wasn't much provided that the police scanner didn't already do, though he did mention that the culprit was blowing stuff at random and that he seemed to be trying to get out of the city. Ferguson also told him that he was the closest Hero on the scene, so he needed to do what he could to handle things on his own.
"Tens of thousands of Heroes in this city alone, and yet I'm the only one who isn't stuck on the subway? How does that happen?" Firestorm asked.
"We just have all the luck, apparently," Martin said. "Oh, there's the vehicle now! On your left, Hisashi!" Hisashi turned to his left and saw the vehicle in question. It looked like a small tank with oversized caterpillar tracks, but instead of a normal cannon, there were three spread out in a triangular formation that were firing what looked like plasma bullets into the air and at the ground at random intervals. A few quick blasts of fire took a number of them down before they hit anything, but now was the time to be on the offensive. Hisashi fired a couple of powerful blasts hoping that they would at least do something, but when the smoke cleared, it was clear that they didn't do anything.
"That didn't work," Martin said. "I'd suggest using my EMP, but even if we decrease the blast radius to its minimum range, we'd still leave a lot of people and businesses without power for who knows how long."
"Let's try getting in close, then." Hisashi knocked away a few plasma bullets aimed directly at him and flew down onto the top of the vehicle. Hisashi focused his fire into a concentrated beam of fire around his arm and punched the metal hull. Much to his pleasure, the concentrated beam had enough power to break through, and from there, he was able to start carving a hole in the vehicle. The second the metal came loose, he was going to jump down and give whoever was driving the thing a swift punch to the face.
The second the metal came loose, Hisashi found himself being punched in the face. The fist that hit him was dark red and veiny, and it felt like he was touching raw flesh when it hit him.
"Well well well, if it isn't my least favorite person in the world." He didn't need to hear that voice—nor did he need to see a blonde-haired man with a mouth of jagged teeth—to know who he was dealing with; the disgusting punch was enough, and all of that was just extra.
""Venom!"" Hisashi and Martin shouted together.
"How you like my new wheels?" Venom asked. "A present from my old pals at the 20XX Committee." Hisashi wasn't surprised by that. The 20XX Committee was always trying to take over New York and always tried to kill him to make it happen. In one of their earlier schemes, one of their members, one Todd Walton, tried to reverse engineer the Firestorm Matrix, only for it to literally blow up in his face, drive him insane, and give him the power to turn into the Villain Venom. "It's got autopilot and everything, so I'm plenty free to kill you!"
Venom threw another punch at Hisashi. He dodged it, but then a tentacle shot out of Venom's forearm that slapped him in the face. As that happened, Venom went into his fully transformed state: a towering red and black monster with blank, ovular eyes and a midsection with so little flesh that it looked to be all spine. That never got any better to look at.
"The hell's your endgame here, Walton?!" Hisashi asked as he blew the tentacle away with a shot of fire.
"Well, random destruction, for one." More plasma bullets shot out and hit random targets. "For two? Well, Gotham isn't that far away. Figured I'd take this bad boy down to Arkham and let some of my likeminded people go home early." More tentacles shot out of Venom that would have skewered Hisashi if it weren't for his quick reaction time, though that didn't stop them from grazing him. "If they happen to disembowel some people on the way, then that's plenty fine, too!"
"Do you even hear how insane you sound?!"
"Firestorm, you are such a boy scout. When are you gonna give a guy a break?!" Venom threw a punch at Hisashi, and with all of his strength, he managed to catch it and set his fist ablaze, followed by the entirety of his body. Much to his annoyance, that didn't do anything, and Venom was free to wrap him up in burning tentacles and slam him against the armored vehicle as it rounded a corner.
"Hisashi!" Martin shouted.
"How do you like that?!" Venom asked. "I got a new upgrade the other day, so now your fire can't do a thing to me!" Venom's hands transformed into guillotine blades that came down fast towards Hisashi's neck, only for them to be stopped when the metal of the vehicle shot up into a pillar and blocked the attack.
"So my fire doesn't work on you anymore? Big deal," Hisashi said. "I might still be an amateur at all this Hero stuff, but at the very least, I know that you can't get anywhere by being a one-trick pony!" Using all of the freedom he still had in his hands, Hisashi transmuted the hull of the armored vehicle to make the cannons turn around and face Venom, and before he could do anything, they each fired a plasma bullet at him. As Venom writhed in pain, Hisashi broke free of the tentacles binding him and used his powers to make the armored vehicle shatter to bits. Venom, still writhing in pain, tumbled to the ground while Hisashi flew into the air.
"Even if our fire can't hurt him, that doesn't mean we can't use it to help hurt him!" Martin said. Hisashi didn't have to be told twice. He ignited his hands, increased the intensity of the flame on his head, and shot down at Venom with his legs pointed right at him.
"Kamado Impact!" Hisashi's legs slammed into Venom's chest with incredible speed and intensity. His body twisted around some more—his head shot up and his jaws hovered around his neck—but he quickly fell over and fell out of his transformed state.
Just another day in the life.
It didn't take long for Ferguson and the rest of the force to show up and arrest Venom. Ferguson said that other Heroes didn't show up because they started intercepting the plasma bullets and dealing with collateral damage when the fight with Venom started. Thanks to all of that, property damage and civilian injuries ended up being better than they could have been, so that was a weight off of Hisashi's shoulders; Ferguson also said that since Venom wanted to go to Arkham so badly, they should try and grant that wish, which made Hisashi very happy. With all of that, he was able to happily watch Venom be carted off before flying off into the air.
"It's almost two in the morning. We gotta get back to work," Hisashi said.
"Yes, I think we've put in enough hours tonight, even if we are just a couple of amateurs," Martin said.
"Come on Professor, we only need one guy on this team selling themselves short."
"We really shouldn't need any. After all, despite what you might think Hisashi, you aren't that bad at being a Hero." Hisashi rolled his eyes at that. There was nothing else to do. He wasn't supposed to be a Hero; he never even wanted to be one. Science was the only thing that ever caught his eye, and the only reason he was Firestorm was that he was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time when his life's work exploded. Martin was the one who wanted to be a Hero, he was just the guy who suddenly had the power to do it. He didn't feel like he was doing it for any reason outside of obligation, so he couldn't see himself as anything other than an amateur. The most professional thing about him was that he could be a Hero to his son, but with how he looked up to everyone in a cape, that wasn't much to write home about.
After all, Izuku himself said he was already a Hero just for being his dad, so being Firestorm didn't really mean all that much.
"Hisashi, the phone's ringing. It's the family line," Martin said.
"Thanks." Hisashi tapped the police scanner in his ear and switched it over to his phone. He gave a fake yawn and talked about how late it was in America compared to Japan, the same way all of his calls with Inko started.
Then she started saying things that she never said, things that he never wanted to hear out of her mouth or anyone else's
Before he knew it, he was blasting off towards Japan as fast as he could, his heart burning hotter than the fire shooting out of his hands.
Ring of Earth
It is difficult to realize the true Way just through sword-fencing. Know the smallest things and the biggest things, the shallowest things and the deepest things. —Musashi Miyamoto
A part of him wanted to stay home, but another part of him was happy to get out of the house. There was never a bad time to work on his poetry, but for some reason, he seemed to be in a creative slump. Hopefully getting out of the house and away from the palace would get the creative juices flowing. There was no basis for that thought, but his brother said it worked like that, so he wanted to believe it to be so.
"Let's see, what am I in the mood for?" he asked. "A katauta? A choka? Maybe I just call it a day and go with a tanka? No, you're better than that Seimei, you're better than that." Abe no Seimei looked around the desolate Rendai field and saw that his vassals were getting anxious and a particularly poor sport was looking arrogant. "Well, I can work on this later. Yorimitsu-kun, your report."
"Yes, my lord!" were the energetic words of Minamoto no Yorimitsu, whose loyalty was as deep as his hair was long and thick. "Yesterday, Watanabe was alerted that a large portion of the crops of this field had all been stolen in the night, but no one in the neighboring village would confess to the crime. Watanabe and I decided to stake out the fields to try and catch the thief, and just as we began to lose patience, a giant, ghostly skull appeared out of thin air! It scooped up the crops in its mouth and flew away from the fields. Watanabe and I gave chase and saw it enter an abandoned estate not far from here."
"A ghostly skull, you say? The conditions aren't right for a shiranui, so this could be legitimate. Tsuna-kun, why did you and Yorimitsu-kun not pursue the skull inside the mansion?"
"Because Minamoto-dono and I did not believe that to be the right course of action!" said the balding samurai, Watanabe no Tsuna, himself. "The apparition had entered unfamiliar territory for Minamoto-dono and myself, so entering without the assistance of an onmyoji would not have been wise! Regardless, please forgive us for this cowardice, my lord!" Watanabe and Minamoto threw their bodies into deep bows that nearly threw their heads into the dirt.
"Raise your heads, my vassals. Your actions are not those of shame; in fact, they are quite commendable. You know your limitations and simply decided to work around them rather than push yourselves, and one can find honor in that. Furthermore, the beast is most likely one that is most active at night, so by delaying the confrontation to the daytime, we can catch it off guard. Yes, this was truly the right way to proceed, so please raise your heads in pride! Let's move out!"
""Yes, my lord!"" Minamoto and Watanabe said as they followed Seimei's command.
"That's better," Seimei said as he mounted his horse. "I wonder if I can use this for my poetry. 'We, the kingdom's best/out to hunt a ghostly skull/gather in the mountain range—wait, when did this become a sedoka? Is that what I want? Even if it is, where do I go from there?"
"Glad to know your head's in the right place, Abe-chan." There was a fluttering sound in his ear, but it wasn't wings, it was paper. A small storm of shikigami flew up to his left, and sitting atop them was a man trying desperately to wear the guise of someone more important than he actually was.
"Having a creative outlet does wonders for improving the mind. You should try it sometime, Douman-kun." Ashiya Douman let out a laugh oozing with sarcasm.
"Always quick with the wit; no wonder you have those two at your beck and call. Well, that and the fact that you're always the hero when you're in a fight. I bet that if it was someone else for a change, they would drop you in a heartbeat. Care to put that theory to the test?"
"Whatever gets you to stop talking the fastest."
"As far as the last words of a respected man go, those aren't half bad." Ashiya laughed again as his shikigami carried him to the front of the line.
"'There's even a fool'—wait, no, that's no good."
After two hours of travel, Seimei and the rest of the troop arrived at the abandoned estate Minamoto and Watanabe had tracked the ghostly skull to. It was the size of the kind of home only wealthiest in the capital could afford, yet it was in a state of decay that matched its countryside surroundings. There was a certain macabre beauty to it all, if he was being perfectly honest.
"The ghoulish estate/is our destination./Evil lives in there—wait, should this become a choka or a bussokusekika? What am I in the mood for? Ah, I'll save it for later. Let's move in, everyone," Seimei said. The troop dismounted from their horses—Ashiya from his horde of shikigami that now floated behind his back—and made their way inside the estate. The inside of the estate was the same as the outside: wealthy in construction, derelict in state of being. After a few minutes of walking, Seimei put an arm out in front of the other three, but specifically Ashiya.
"And what is this supposed to be, Abe-chan? Don't tell me you need to ask little old me for help tracking our target," Ashiya said.
"Hardly," Seimei said. Without another word, a single shikigami flew out of his sleeve and bounced across the walls, ceiling, and floor before disintegrating. As it fell apart into nothing, each of the affected areas spat out a ghoulish yokai that screeched in agony before turning to dust.
"So it's not just the skull that is lying in wait, but lesser yokai as well," Watanabe said.
"And if lord Abe had not detected them, we would have torn asunder in their trap! Once again, we are in your debt, my lord!" Minamoto said.
"Please, no need for that. After all, the one truly deserving of your praise is Douman-kun," Seimei said. "After all, Douman-kun certainly should have been able to detect those yokai with all of his shikigami fluttering about, yet he so graciously stepped back and let me deliver the killing blow. Why else would he not have acted, yes?"
"You humble yourself too much, Abe-chan," Ashiya said through gritted teeth. "After all, I—"
"Hold that thought." Seimei launched another shikigami from his sleeve past Ashiya's head that ended up being caught between a pair of fingers. However, the fingers belonged not to anyone in the troop, but to a woman of objective beauty who appeared to have come out of nowhere.
"Don't you know that it's rude to enter a woman's home unannounced?" she asked.
"Don't you know that it's impossible for a mere mortal to hold a weapon like that so casually?" Ashiya asked. While it would have been good to stretch things out and press her for information, Ashiya apparently thought differently, as that was the only explanation for him sending his horde of shikigami at the woman. Each one flew with the speed of a mighty arrow, yet each one was dodged as if it were child's play.
In a voice far less elegant than the one previously used, the woman called for an attack, and yokai sprung out of the walls and appeared out of thin air. Some were vaguely human, some were clearly ghoulish, others looked like household objects, but the one thing they had in common was that they bore their fangs down upon them.
"Charge!" Minamoto shouted. He and Watanabe unsheathed their blades and started cutting up the enemies in front of them, their movements a dance of perfect synchronicity. Ashiya's shikigami were tearing holes through others with ease, even if he wasted too many on each individual foe. Seimei had no such difficulties; one shikigami per yokai was more than enough to get the job done.
The real nuisance was the woman commanding them. Every time one of the four of them tried to attack her, she'd either make one of her minions take the blow for her or dodge at some impossible angle that they then weren't even given time to dodge. Seimei sighed. He didn't want to use an ofuda against someone who looked so human, but he was left no choice, and the second it left his hands, ethereal chains shot out and twisted around the woman's legs, locking her in place. Minamoto took that chance to slash her across her chest, and though further confirmation of her inhumanity wasn't needed, they got it by the white blood that shot out everywhere.
For some reason, all of the lesser yokai vanished as she started screaming.
"Good work doing exactly what I could have done, I suppose," Ashiya said. It wasn't even worth the trouble of an eye roll. "Now then, we're looking for a big skull that's eating up all the food around here. Would you mind pointing us in its direction? It's fine if you refuse, but you should know this:" all of Ashiya's shikigami became pointed at the woman, "I'm not as patient as Abe-chan, nor am I as soft."
"Is… Is that right?" the woman asked. "Good to know. After all, I prefer my meat cooked well done!" The woman spat up a pillar of white blood towards the ceiling that quickly fell back down and covered the entirety of her body; a skull pattern magically formed on her front, and going by Minamoto and Watanabe's expressions, it was the same skull that they saw. The woman immediately jumped to the size of a giant and broke through the ceiling, and in the same manner that a butterfly breaks out of its cocoon, an arm—a masculine and muscular arm—broke out of the white substance. It kept breaking apart until the true form of both the woman and the skull was revealed to be a gigantic yokai with a demonic face, a tiger's torso with two massive arms attached to it, and the lower body of a giant spider.
"I am Tsuchigumo! Gaze upon me and tremble, mortals!" the monster shouted. "Because you were not content with letting me feast upon your crops at my leisure, I shall now fill my stomach with your flesh and bones!"
"Just try it!" Minamoto shouted.
"Your evil ends here, monster!" Watanabe shouted. The two launched themselves at Tsuchigumo and sliced up his body faster than most people would be able to track. Tsuchigumo looked unfazed, however, and he just swatted the two of them away as his wounds quickly closed up.
"Dammit. Without spiritual power, it will take too long for us to kill this beast," Watanabe said as he and Minamoto picked themselves up off the floor.
"My lord, please assist us!" Minamoto said. As he spoke, Tsuchigumo threw a giant fist at Minamoto's back. Before it could connect, however, Ashiya's shikigami formed a wall that absorbed the blow. It kept punching at the wall, but the wall wouldn't budge.
"Hold it, Minamoto-chan!" Ashiya said. "You're forgetting that Abe-chan isn't the only onmyoji here. Now watch as I make quick work of this foul beast!"
By all means, go ahead, Seimei thought as Ashiya pulled out a blue-colored ofuda. It appeared that Ashiya was going all out in trying to show him up.
"With this ofuda in my hands, I beseech the astral plane to lend me but a fraction of its infinite power. The hours of the day are divided by twelve, and as such, I draw upon the strength of the first hour to vanquish the foe in front of—"
At that moment, Tsuchigumo broke through Ashiya's shikigami and slammed him into the ground.
"The important thing, Douman-kun, is that you tried," Seimei said.
"Shut up." Tsuchigumo threw both of its arms at Seimei, and before Minamoto and Watanabe could move in to defend him, several shikigami flew out of his sleeves and blocked the attack with ease.
"I think it's about time we wrap things up." Seimei reached into his sleeve and pulled out the same blue ofuda that Ashiya was holding.
"You moron!" Tsuchigumo said. "I didn't allow your friend to finish that long chant, so why would I—"
"Touda." With a single word, the blue ofuda exploded into a pillar of water that quickly morphed into a giant blue snake whose eyes resembled the starry night sky. Tsuchigumo made an audible swallow, but it still threw a punch at Touda. Touda, however, opened its mouth so Tsuchigumo's fist would go inside of its body, and once that was accomplished, a jet stream of boiling water shot out of its mouth that drenched Tsuchigumo's entire body. Touda kept at it until the arm it was eating had disintegrated and Tsuchigumo was reduced to a mass of melting flesh and bone.
"So… So I was fighting you, then? Well, at least… at least I lost to someone powerful… even if they're also… despicable…" Tsuchigumo let out a laugh as its body crumbled into dust, not a single trace of the yokai left behind in the world.
If only the rest of its kind could follow suit.
"You did it, my lord! You did it!" Minamoto cheered.
"You were able to summon one of the Twelve Heavenly Commanders with but a single word and vanquish that beast in an instant! As expected of lord Abe no Seimei!" Watanabe cheered.
"Yes, yes, Abe-chan's a genius, we get it," Ashiya said as he finally picked himself up off the floor. "Well, I guess I have to admit defeat here. I guess it really is hard to compete with you, you bastard." Without a single wasted motion, Seimei turned to face Ashiya's smirking face.
"How dare you—" Seimei put an arm out in front of Minamoto.
"Yorimitsu-kun, I finally finished my poem. 'The Tsuchigumo/was the terror of the land/that is quite certain./However, the real horror/is found in the desperate pride/of Douman-kun; so sad, right?'"
Minamoto and Watanabe erupted in laughter while Ashiya mumbled obscenities under his breath. Seimei was able to construct a bussokusekika that both made his vassals happy and made Ashiya furious. In short, it was a complete success of literary might.
His brother was right; getting out of the house really did do him some good.
Since I know a bunch of people will be confused by it, Venom is an actual Firestorm villain who made his debut two years before Marvel's Venom. Of course, DC's Venom is nothing like this, and I basically made him Dark Carnage because of how much of an awesome start Absolute Carnage is off to. The point is that we return to regular programming next time, so see you then.
Chapter 25: The Buddy System
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In most situations, Kendou would welcome a day off of school with open arms. They gave her a chance to do things like put in some extra training, hang out with Emiko, and watch motorcycle videos online, so it was hard to find something not to love. This wasn't like those usual days off. She wasn't doing anything fun, she was paying a visit to a friend who nearly died in front of her eyes; it was hard to be happy about something like that.
"Kendou-san, over here." The only thing to be happy about was that she wasn't doing it alone. A wide variety of people were coming to visit Midoriya, but the Monstars were going to be the first ones to see him.
"Hey, Momo, guys," Kendou said, not even trying to force a smile onto her face. "So Midoriya's place is right over there?" Kendou pointed to an apartment complex across the street from them.
"Yes. I've been there once or twice when I met with his mother to talk about my costume," Momo said. "The light's green. We should go."
"Right." The four of them crossed the street and headed up the stairs of the complex in silence. No one was in a chatty mood, and Kendou had no reason to question why that would be. In the corner of her eye, she thought she saw someone scurrying behind a corner, but it was probably nothing.
"Everyone, please remember to use caution when talking to Midoriya-kun," Iida said. "Several times in the past, I've gone with my brother and father to visit injured Heroes and Sidekicks, and being too positive or too negative can just make them feel worse about themselves. While Midoriya-kun is in this poor state of being, we need to choose our words wisely and make sure not to make him feel worse from a mental perspective."
By the time Iida finished pointing out the obvious, the four of them had arrived at Midoriya's door and Momo had rung the doorbell. It took a second for her to start hearing footsteps and another second for her to realize that she wasn't ready for this, that she wasn't prepared to see Midoriya yet. When the door opened, that train of thought became even stronger.
But that was because she was certainly unprepared to see Midoriya in perfect health.
"Oh, hey guys. What are you doing here?" Midoriya asked with complete obliviousness. Kendou didn't say anything, nor did the rest of the group; surely they all had to be at a loss for words at that moment. "Hey, are you guys all right?"
"Are we—you're not dead!" Ochaco shouted.
"Y-You thought I was dead?!"
"I-I think what Uraraka-san means, quite frankly, is what the hell," Momo said. "The last we saw of you, you had one foot in the grave, but now you look like you're perfectly fine."
"Oh, right. Well, remember how I said that my Quirk makes me stronger when I absorb sunlight? Turns out that it also accelerates my body's natural healing process, so after about half an hour in front of a window, I was all better."
"And you didn't bother to call us?!"
"W-Well, I forgot to charge my phone the night before, so it was dead by the time I woke up, and then there was a bunch of stuff with my parents and the police and All—all sorts of other stuff that I guess I forgot."
"That's no good, Midoriya-kun! Whenever you leave the house, you need to make sure that your phone is fully charged! Not only that, but you should bring your charger with you just in case your batteries end up dying before you come home!" Iida said.
"That is not what you need to be focusing on!" Ochaco said.
"I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry! I-I didn't mean to worry you guys or anyone else, I just—Kendou-san, are you all right?"
By that point, Kendou was laughing to the point of tears, so it was a fair question to ask.
"You're-You're just too much sometimes, you know that? Too much!" Kendou laughed as she wiped her face. "Come on guys, we didn't come here just to stand outside his door."
"O-Oh, yeah! P-Please, come in." Midoriya stepped aside and let Kendou and the rest of the group walk in. Momo had a few more words for Midoriya about being too careless with how he treats his friends, Iida was rattling off more advice about how to keep your phone charged during the day, and Ochaco kept expressing her anger for about two seconds before she started marveling at how much better Midoriya's place was than her own.
None of this was how she thought the day would go, but she certainly wasn't looking to complain about it.
"Izuku, I hear footsteps. Was that a friend at the door?" A short woman with dark green hair stepped out into the hall as the four of them finished taking off their shoes. "Oh, it's a lot of friends! Honey, Momo and some other kids came to visit Izuku!"
"Oh, great!" A lanky man wearing a lab coat over a T-shirt displaying the All Might era of the Terrifics stepped out into the hall. He had heavy bags under his eyes, a Starman-bucks cup of coffee in one hand, and bright green hair that was stylized like a five-pointed star. "Momo, it's nice to see you again, and for the rest of this assortment of random children, nice to meet you. I'm Hisashi, this is Inko, and we're this forgetful little guy's parents." Momo greeted Inko and Hisashi and Kendou, Ochaco, and Iida all introduced themselves; Iida being Iida, his introduction was long and overdramatic. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm still getting over my jet lag, so I need to stay in my room where it's quiet."
"Okay, we'll just be in my room, I guess," Midoriya said. Inko said something about making them all tea, and the five of them headed down the hall.
"Does Midoriya's dad work overseas or something?" Kendou whispered to Momo.
"Yes. He works as a scientist in New York under the nuclear physicist Martin Stein," Momo whispered back.
"So did he fly back the second he found out what happened, then?" Ochaco asked in a whisper.
"What admirable dedication to one's family!" Iida whispered. As Kendou and the rest of the group nodded in agreement, they had all arrived at Midoriya's room. The door was wide open, meaning that it took no time at all for them to see a room decorated from corner to corner with All Might posters, figurines, and other related paraphernalia.
"I pretty much expected this, yet I'm still surprised," Kendou said. She spotted his bed, thought about whether or not sitting down would be weird, then sat down on it anyway.
"P-Please don't make a big thing out of it. This is embarrassing enough already," Midoriya said as he tried to use his body to hide some of the larger posters.
"Just as much of a fanboy as always, I see," Momo said with a bit of a laugh.
"This makes me think I might be overdoing it with my Wonder Woman stuff," Ochaco said. "I mean hey! Midoriya-kun! What's that stuff on your desk?!"
"What? No, don't—" Iida had already picked up the non-All Might items off of Midoriya's desk.
"It appears to be another one of Midoriya-kun's notebooks, but there aren't any notes on us and our other classmates in here, just some strange squiggles," Iida said.
"Midoriya-san, what is this?" Momo asked as she peered over Iida's shoulder. "I want to say Hebrew, but that doesn't feel right. Is it, though?"
"It's not!" Midoriya said as he snatched the notebook out of Iida's hand. "It's, um, remember how I said that the symbol on my costume means 'hope' in the secret language my dad and I made up when I was a kid? Well, this is more of that! It's just more of that secret language. That we made up together. When I was a kid."
"That is a lot of dedication to something you made up as a kid," Kendou said.
"I-I guess I'm persistent, then." As Midoriya let out a sheepish laugh, the sound of fast-paced feet suddenly filled the air. By the time Kendou started to wonder who it was, two new faces had already made their way into Midoriya's room.
"Aw man, we really weren't the first ones here!" Mina said.
"Why would his mom lie about that?" Kirishima asked.
"Kirishima-kun? Ashido-san? You're here, too?" Midoriya asked.
"Yeah, just came to check up on you and—whoa, Midoriya! You're all better?!"
"You're still alive?!" Mina asked
"Was I supposed to be dead?" Midoriya asked.
"Well no, but it's just, you know, weird that you're okay after all that. I don't know," Kirishima said. For some reason, he was barely looking Midoriya in the eye when he talked. "But hey, speaking of weird, you don't look a thing like your parents. The lack of resemblance is uncanny!"
"That's probably because I'm adopted." At that moment, Kirishima looked very much like he wanted to die.
"Oh. Good to know." It truly was good to know, Kendou mused. "You know, I saw your mom making some tea in the kitchen. I'm just—I'm gonna go help her with that, and while I'm doing that, I'll work on getting this foot out of my mouth." Kirishima quickly walked out of the room; Kendou was certain that she wasn't the only one left dumbfounded, something further evidenced by Mina quickly going after him.
"So you're adopted?" Ochaco asked. "Huh. You think you know a guy."
"How come we never knew this before?" Momo asked.
"I mean, I wasn't trying to keep it a secret, it just never came up," Midoriya said. "Besides—"
"Besides, it's not like it's the kind of thing you just bring up in casual conversation. You can't expect someone to be out with their friends, everyone having a good time, and then they just go, 'Hey, I'm adopted'. That's not the kind of thing someone in that situation does… I imagine," Kendou said.
"Yeah. Pretty much that, I guess." A little overblown, but Kendou surmised that she did what she set out to do. As she patted herself on the back for it, the sound of fast-paced feet suddenly filled the air. By the time Kendou started to wonder who it was, three new faces—technically two, she told herself—had already made their way into Midoriya's room.
"Midoriya! You're alive!" Mineta cried as he tried and failed to jump onto Midoriya, Mineta only bumping into Midoriya's desk when Midoriya quickly jumped into the air.
"Was I supposed to be dead?" Midoriya asked.
"Ignore him, he's just happy to see that you're doing a lot better than you should be. Oh, here's a melon," Kyoka said, placing a dish of the aforementioned fruit on his desk.
"Kyoka-chan and I cut it up ourselves. I hope you like it!" Tooru said.
"Thanks," Midoriya said. He helped Mineta get back on his feet and then ate a piece of melon. "Hey, how many people are coming over today?"
"Everyone," Kendou said. The melon fell out of his mouth. "Well, the plan was for just a bunch of quick pop-ins. We didn't expect you to be up and about!"
"Yes, the itinerary for today was supposed to start with us coming into your room and giving you balanced words of encouragement," Iida said, "followed by asking your mother for a status update that we inevitably wouldn't need, which would then be followed by each of us using your situation to further contemplate our own lives—"
"Okay, I get it!" Midoriya cut in. As he did, the sound of fast-paced feet suddenly filled the air. By the time anyone could wonder who it was, two new faces had already made their way into Midoriya's room, or at least done the best they could with how crowded it was getting.
"Midoriya-chan, either you need a bigger room or there are just too many people in here, ribbit," Tsuyu said.
"Midoriya, if you can hear me through this mass of bodies, I wish to apologize for not being able to assist you in our battle!" Tokoyami shouted. "It would not have been impossible for me to have ended the fighting all at once, but I hesitated to do so because… because of reasons that the mortal mind would fail to comprehend!"
"Asui-san, Tokoyami-kun, hi!" Midoriya said as he fought his way through the crowd.
"Tokoyami-kun, it's fine, really; I don't—"
"The very idea of telling you my story would shake you so thoroughly to your core that you wouldn't be able to stand straight afterwards!"
"Um, okay, but I—"
"But at the same time, not conveying this truth would be a true injustice, and I am not one to tangle with the Eleven Deadly Enemies of Man. Even so, keeping this knowledge locked away would no doubt spare you the same curse that I am plagued with. But would it be better if someone were to share the burden with me? It's always hard to tell."
"Do you want to tell me, or not?" After a moment of hesitation, Tokoyami said, "No." Midoriya sighed, and as Kendou watched the whole thing play out, she found herself agreeing with Tsuyu's sentiments about there being too many people in Midoriya's room. They needed to move into the living room or something before the room became completely overcrowded.
As that thought left her head, a stark naked Togata phased through the floor.
"Midoriya-kun, look who's here to visit you! Me!" Togata said as he put everything on display.
"What the hell?!" Kyoka shouted, red in the face.
"Huh. Not bad," Mineta said, his eyes drawn the exact place Kendou was trying her hardest not to look.
"T-Togata-senpai, you're here, too?!" Midoriya asked.
"Of course! I couldn't leave my favorite underclassman alone in his hour of need. Now that I have a good look at you, though, did I miss it, or something?" Togata asked.
"It's—well, it's not a long story, but—" Before Midoriya could finish talking, a pile of clothes hit Togata in the back of the head.
"Mirio, what did we say about being naked in someone else's house?" When Kendou looked over everyone's heads, she could barely make out Amajiki, his face against a wall outside of the room.
"It's only okay when it's your house?" Togata asked as he got dressed. Amajiki was silent as he fell into a fetal position. "Come on, it was a joke! I'm sorry!"
"Aw, now he's gonna be like that all day!" When Kendou looked over everyone's heads, she saw Hadou floating in the air in Midoriya's room. "Wow, you heal up fast Midoriya-kun! Recovery Girl doesn't work like that, so is that something your Quirk—wow Uraraka-san, I love your outfit! You gotta tell me where you got it! It's so cute that I wish I was wearing it!" Ochaco mumbled something with a mixed expression on her face. As that happened, the sound of fast-paced feet suddenly filled the air. By the time anyone could wonder who it was, a familiar face had already made its way into Midoriya's room, doing a tremendous job of breaking through the crowd.
"All of you get out," Hisashi said. "I'm sorry, I'm just really, really tired, and I can't have all of you kids making noise in my house for who the hell knows how long. Izuku, go with these people to a restaurant or the movies or wherever, just get them all out of here." Hisashi threw his wallet at Izuku before turning back around and leaving the room.
"There's only American currency in here, but yeah, do we all just want to grab a bite to eat somewhere?" Midoriya asked.
"That sounds like an excellent idea," Momo said. "Iida-san, please text the rest of the class that Midoriya-san has recovered and we've all decided to go to…"
"Oh! There's a Jobin's not too far from here that we just have to go to if we're getting food," Kendou said.
"Yes, that works." Iida was already messaging the group chat the new information.
"Let's go!" Togata said as he jumped out of the room and picked Amajiki off the floor. Everyone else quickly followed suit, and when Midoriya joined them, Kendou gave his shoulder a quick nudge.
"How's it feel to have so many people worried about you?" Kendou asked.
"Pretty weird, honestly. But in a good way, I think," Midoriya said.
"Well, now you know."
"Know what?"
"Friends are for." Midoriya smiled after a couple of seconds; that was all Kendou was looking for, so she was more than pleased.
On their way to the Jobin's that Kendou wanted to go to for some reason, Midoriya and the rest of the group ended up running into the rest of the people who were on their way to see him: Kaminari, Sero, Koda, Ojiro, Shouji, and Aoyama. The only people from 1-A who weren't there were Bakugou, who Midoriya knew wouldn't care enough to check up on him, and Todoroki, who Uraraka said was explicitly not invited for how much of a jerk he was yesterday; Midoriya didn't fully agree with that, but he understood why Uraraka wouldn't want Todoroki around, so he kept quiet. It didn't hurt that he was too busy talking with everyone else—save Kirishima, who was oddly quiet around him—to be able to find a chance to bring it up. Nevertheless, Midoriya and his group of twenty or so companions soon arrived at the Jobin's Kendou wanted to go to, and when they all stepped inside, they were greeted with a familiar face.
"What the hell, Ichi?" Or, considering that it was Emiko, a familiar lack of a face.
"I'm here for lunch, Emi," Kendou said.
"I can see that, but why are you with people? You're the only one I told about this job."
"And what a shame it would be if no one got to see you in your waitress uniform." It wasn't a bad uniform, but it was certainly one that didn't flatter her body and lack of face. As Midoriya thought about that, Emiko tilted her head in his direction, for some reason.
"So this is your payback for what I said about—"
"Just sit us somewhere, please!" Midoriya quickly put the whole exchange out of mind as Emiko directed them to a few empty tables that were pushed together, Iida spouting out suggestions for optimal seating arrangements that were promptly ignored.
"Come to think of it, these two kids said they were waiting for a group of about twenty. Midoriya, are they with you?" Emiko asked.
"If it's just two people, then they should be," Midoriya said while sitting down, Kendou quickly taking the seat on his right.
"All right, guess I'll send them over here, then. Man, if we were in America, I'd be getting such a huge tip from serving all you people. Glad you're not too banged up, by the way." Emiko walked away from the table as everyone started to sit down.
"That reminds me, are we all getting separate checks?" Uraraka asked. "I-I mean, it's fine if we don't, but I'd rather we didn't just divide the bill up evenly. What if someone orders something really expensive? That wouldn't be fair to the people who have to stakeout grocery stores to be first in line for bargain sales every other week, it just—"
Hadou threw a ten thousand yen bill in front of Uraraka.
"Buy whatever you want with that and relax. Hell, buy something cheap and save the rest for something fun, my treat!" Hadou said. Uraraka, looking to be on the verge of tears, took the bill in her hands while mumbling something about sending a poet.
"Midoriya-san, did Emiko-senpai say that you had friends waiting for you?" Yaoyorozu asked. Midoriya, happy to get away from the previous exchange, turned to face the girl sitting on his left.
"Yeah, I thought it'd be nice to invite some friends from the alien studies class Ashido-san and I are in," Midoriya said.
"Not cool, man!" Mineta said. "This is a private get together in honor of your miraculous recovery, we can't just—we can't just not welcome them with open arms, right?!" Going by the happy look on Mineta's face and the annoyed look on Jirou's face—though it was noticeably less annoyed than usual—Midoriya surmised that the two he had invited had shown themselves.
"Minna-san, konnichiwa—Um, h-hello!" Tsunotori said with a bow. Kodai, meanwhile, just stood next to her and blinked a few times.
"Pony, Kodai, hi!" Ashido said, waving to them while sitting next to a strangely quiet Kirishima.
"1-nen B-gumi no Tsunotori Pony ando Kodai Yui—We're Pony Tsunotori and Yui Kodai from class B. Etto—Um, I'm the president of our class, so on behalf of everyone there, thank you for having us."
"You're very welcome!" Mineta said. Midoriya could tell that he was ignoring Jirou's eye roll.
"You're your class' president? So I guess that makes you the Iida of 1-B, then," Kaminari said.
"Umu! Wait, what's an 'Iida'?" Tsunotori asked. Kodai shrugged her shoulders.
"An Iida would be none other than myself! From one class president to another, it is an honor to meet you, Tsunotori-kun! If you have the time, I would very much like for us to compare our respective methods for leading our respective classes in order to find ways to respectively improve our respective performances!" Iida said, moving his arms like a robot the whole time.
After a brief moment of silence, Tsunotori said "I like apples" in broken English and sat down. Kodai sat down next to her, and as she passed Midoriya's seat, she whispered to him that she was glad he was all right.
"Now that everyone who was invited has arrived, I would like to propose a toast!" Iida said.
"We don't even have water yet," Kendou said.
"Regardless, to Midoriya-kun's good health! He gave us quite a scare, but fortunately for everyone, it all worked out in the end!" Everyone joined Iida in various assortments of cheers for Midoriya. It was a little much, but he was happy, nonetheless.
"Thanks, everyone, I-I appreciate it. But you know, if I'm being honest, then I think we should be celebrating that you guys are all right," Midoriya said. "I'm fine just because I can heal fast, but you guys, you guys can't do that, but you still put yourselves out there and managed to stay fine through it all. That is… That is how you justice hard!" Everyone spent a few seconds staring at him in silence. The silence was broken when Mineta initiated a slow clap that the rest of the crowd quickly joined in on; even people from other tables got caught up in the moment and started clapping along. It was good to know that the callback was effective, but most of all, it was just good to know that people other than his parents and All Might were concerned for his well being.
It was good to know that he had friends he could count on.
Soon after the clapping and speeches came to a close, Emiko returned and took their orders. Everyone kept talking as they waited for their food to arrive, and they kept talking as Emiko brought them their plates.
Just as they had started eating, the TVs all switched to a news broadcast. It was covering the events of their fight with the League of Villains the previous day, something the media had apparently dubbed the "USJ Incident."
And All Might was standing at a podium.
Everyone All Might told about his decision said that it was a stupid one, and he couldn't blame them for thinking that. No one was making him talk about things that didn't need to be mentioned, yet he was going to do it, anyway. No one was asking himself to essentially commit political suicide, yet he was going to do it, anyway. He was going to do it all because it was the right thing to do. Because he couldn't live with himself if it all remained a secret. The people he fought so hard to protect deserved better than that.
"...while the current whereabouts of the leader of the League of Villains Shigaraki and his Sidekick Kurogiri are currently unknown, the Heroes and police force are diligently searching all corners of the country for them. Hopefully, that will be enough to stop another incident like this from happening," were the words of the Hero News Association reporter Shuju Tokugawa. It was good that she seemed adept at spouting platitudes. "Now before coverage of the USJ Incident concludes for the day, All Might would like to say a few words."
The cameras were all pointed at him. To a certain extent, he was used to that. By this point in his life, he had long since crafted a persona that was perfect for dealing with the celebrity aspects of being a Hero, but this was different. This time, he wasn't trying to have fun.
"My name is Hikaru Hinata," All Might said. The usage of his real name—real as far as the public was concerned, anyway—immediately created a sea of confused faces amongst the reporters. "Everything that Tokugawa-san said about the USJ Incident is true, but there is one part of her report that I, with a heavy heart, must correct." All of his muscles were screaming at him to walk away, but he fought back and kept his mouth open. "While I did indeed engage with the League of Villains member known as Noumu, I did not simply defeat him. I killed him."
Naturally, a string of gasps and whispers followed.
"I know that there is technically no law that forbids a Hero from killing a Villain in the middle of a fight, and this wouldn't be the first time in my career where I was forced to resort to murder, but this was different from all of those times." Save for one fight from six years ago, he wanted to add, but did nothing of the sort for obvious reasons. "When I fought Noumu, I lost myself to anger and mercilessly beat him down, even though he tried to run away from me as fast as he could; only cowards and weaklings go for the kill when someone's back is turned, and on that day, I felt like both. I don't feel remorse for his death, but I regret that I killed him when he didn't need to die. I regret that I forced those children to see the ugly side of this world so early. I regret that even though so many people went through a harrowing experience that day, I couldn't find it in me to smile for them."
All Might stepped away from the podium and threw himself into a dogeza. He could no longer see the faces of the reporters, but he knew that they had to be looking more shocked than ever.
"I understand that this event has been framed as a victory for Justice, but at the very least, it's a failure on my part. While I might be the Symbol of Peace, it is clear that I still need to improve myself to fully live up to that ideal. I won't ask for your forgiveness; all I ask of everyone watching this is for you to have patience and wait for me to truly evolve into the Hero you need me to be. That's all I want from you."
That was meant to be the end of the conference, but of course, the press immediately bombarded him with questions. He'd have to deal with them one way or another, but at that moment, all he wanted to do was lie there.
Midoriya hadn't planned on saying anything, but All Might's speech left him speechless, regardless. To think that All Might would ever have to apologize like that. To think that All Might would ever go out of his way to try and make people feel less of him.
To think All Might would ever hurt his standing with the world because of him.
No one else was saying anything. There was nothing that could be said, nothing that could be done but continue eating in awkward silence. Without even knowing it, All Might destroyed the pleasant atmosphere Midoriya was happy to have gotten engrossed in. He couldn't accept that. After everything that had happened, the day couldn't just end on such a sour note. He didn't want it to end like that, he refused to let it end like that, but he had no idea what could possibly be done to remove all the tension.
Just as Midoriya started giving up, Ashido abruptly filled the air with laughter.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know that all of that was a lot, it's just, it's just, look at Yaomomo! Look at how much of a dork she is!" Ashido pointed to Yaoyorozu, and Midoriya and the rest of the group turned in her direction. At first, all Midoriya saw was Yaoyorozu with a hamburger in front of her, but upon closer inspection, he saw that she was cutting the hamburger with a fork and knife.
Much to his own surprise, he was the first of the twenty or so people to join Ashido in laughter.
"W-What is so funny? Is there something humorous about using a fork and knife?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"That's a burger! Have you never eaten a burger before?!" Uraraka asked.
"I mean, I've heard of them before—"
"That just makes it worse!" Jirou said.
"I mean-I mean, you've had a sandwich before, right?!" Mineta asked.
"O-Of course I have, but this is different! Something like this is obviously different from the cucumber sandwiches Uchimura-san makes for me," Yaoyorozu said.
"Who's Uchimura-san?" Tsuyu asked.
"My butler." A second wave of laughter was brought forth. "I-It's not funny!"
"This is great! I wish I could be rich enough to be this funny!" Togata said.
"I'm being serious, though! There shouldn't be anything wrong with this! Iida-san, we come from similar backgrounds, so you should understand right?"
"Now that you mention it, Yaoyorozu-kun, growing up in such an affluent background would undoubtedly result in a person having unique habits. As someone who's also grown up wealthy, I suppose it wouldn't be right to mock you for this," Iida said.
"You see?!"
"See what? You getting confirmation bias?" Kendou asked through a few laughs.
"Th-That's not what this is!" Yaoyorozu said as she cut into her hamburger and picked up a small portion of it with her fork. Once again, what seemed like everyone laughed, including Iida. "I-Iida-san!"
"I'm sorry, but I was under the impression that you were merely cutting your hamburger so you would have something smaller to hold in your hands, not this!" Iida said. "Maybe it's just because I've gone to Central City on vacation so many times, but I've never seen anyone do something like that!"
"Truly a divine comedy!" Tokoyami said. What seemed like everyone kept laughing and Yaoyorozu kept looking more and more distressed. All of a sudden, everything was back to how it was before All Might gave his speech.
"Midoriya-san, please say something!" Yaoyorozu said.
"Ashido-san, thank you," Midoriya said. Yaoyorozu fell back into her seat and looked like she wasn't just figuratively stabbed in the back.
"I don't know what I'm being thanked for, but the real Hero here is Yaomomo for being such a dork!" Ashido said. Midoriya had to wonder if that was true, if it was all simply an accident on Ashido's part and not something purposefully done to try and lighten the mood. It was something worth thinking about, but he could do that later. For now, it was enough to be happy that everything was good again.
"Midoriya, let's go to the bathroom, okay?" Without noticing it, Kirishima had gotten behind him while everyone was laughing at Yaoyorozu. It was an odd request, but it was the most direct Kirishima had been with him all day, so he had no reason to refuse.
In the surprisingly clean men's room of Jobin's, the air between Midoriya and Kirishima somehow gained an even stronger one-sided atmosphere than what was there before. As Midoriya had suspected, neither one of them had to use the bathroom, so Midoriya was just standing next to the stinks while Kirishima stared at him in silence. The only thing to be thankful for was how there weren't any other people in the bathroom at that moment.
"Kirishima-kun, is everything all right?" Midoriya asked. "You've been kind of weird today, and now you're doing—I don't even know what this is, so—"
"I'm sorry!" Kirishima shouted, throwing his body into a deep bow.
"S-Sorry? Look, the thing with my parents wasn't a big deal, so—"
"Not that; I'm sorry about yesterday! For not being able to help you when you needed it!" There it was, unfortunately.
"That wasn't your fault. You would have just gotten hurt if you tried to do something, you know. Besides, it's not like you were the only one who didn't do anything."
"So what? So what if I wasn't the only one standing around? That doesn't matter! All that matters is that I did just stand around! All that matters is that I just stood around doing nothing while someone was in trouble again!"
"'Again'?" Kirishima's body shot up; going by the look on his face, it was likely that he hadn't meant to say that last part. "Kirishima-kun, what happened?"
"A year ago, there was a Villain attack in my neighborhood," was what Kirishima said after a moment of hesitation. "I mean, when I really think about it, I don't know if it was really an attack—I think the guy was just asking for directions. Either way, he was scaring a bunch of girls from my school and causing some property damage, and there weren't any Heroes around, so someone needed to step in and help. I kept telling myself over and over again that that needed to be me, but my body wouldn't listen to my head."
"W-What happened?"
"Ashido happened. She ran in from who knows where and made up something that got the Villain to go away. It just-It just made me feel so pathetic. I always talked about how you need to stick up for the little guy, how you always need to be ready to help someone, but when it came time to put up or shut up, I didn't hesitate to shut up. Some other stuff happened after that, and I promised myself that I'd never let something like that happen again, that I'd become the kind of man who could live his life without regrets! I even dyed and styled my hair to show the world that I was a new man! But it meant nothing, 'cause when the exact same thing happened, I did the exact same thing as last time!"
Midoriya hated that Kirishima was crying.
"I thought I had actually done something with myself, but I'm the same coward I was a year ago! All that training and work to become a real man didn't mean anything! I just spent a year of my life doing nothing! I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I couldn't be better than how I am!"
Though Midoriya had only known Kirishima for a couple of weeks, he had always pegged him as a straightforward guy who just wanted to pal around and act tough. Never had he imagined that he would be holding in so much sorrow and self-doubt underneath it all, never had he imagined that he would be put in a situation where he would be tasked with confronting it. It was an utterly unprecedented turn of events, yet somehow, he managed to think of something to say.
"Stop apologizing," was what Midoriya managed to say to Kirishima. "All day today, I've had people saying they're sorry for things they don't need to be sorry for, and I'm tired of it. No one did anything wrong, and at the end of the day, I'm fine, so just stop acting like you owe me something."
"Even if you say that, I'm not just apologizing to you! I'm apologizing to all the people I'm going to fail in the future!"
"That won't happen!"
"How do you know?!"
"Because you don't want it to happen!" Kirishima shut his mouth. That came out more forceful than he would have liked, but it seemed to have done something, so best to keep to that attitude. "In this world, the thing that limits people the most isn't what they're born with, nor is it the people around them, but their own hearts. No matter how strong you might be or how many people you might have supporting you, you can't do anything if you don't want to do anything, if you don't care about anything. That's not you, Kirishima-kun, and the fact that you're crying about how much you hate yourself for not helping me only shows how badly you want to help people! As long as you want to help people, you'll be able to help people no matter how long it takes or how hard it becomes, but you can't give up. All you can do is get back up and keep your heart as strong as it is now, and if you really feel like you owe me something, then just keep to that!"
That was all Midoriya could think to say, and he managed to say it all in one breath. Out of breath and out of material, Midoriya hoped that that would be enough.
"Midoriya…" Kirishima said. He wiped his face with his sleeve, clearing it of all the tears he had shed up until then. "Midoriya, you're pretty manly, you know that?"
"I-If you say so!" For the first time that day, Kirishima let out a laugh.
"You're right, though. I want to help people, I'm never going to stop wanting to help people, and if I never stop wanting something, I'll be able to get it at some point. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! I'm gonna keep at, ya hear me?! I don't care if it takes a million, trillion, or even a billion years! I'm gonna be a man who can help everyone around him, no matter how long that takes, because that's what I wanna be!"
From there, Kirishima charged out of the bathroom, but he barely took a step out on account of Ashido standing there with her ear pressed against the door.
"Y-Yeah. This time, I kind of did hear everything," Ashido said. Just as Midoriya started to ask what she was talking about, Kirishima threw his hands on top of her shoulders.
"Ashido!"
"Huh?!" Ashido looked red in the face, Midoriya noted.
"I was too naive before. I need to get a lot, lot, lot stronger than I am now to be the man I want to be, and I want you to help me make that happen! What do you say?!"
"O-Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure! What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to kick me in the face and keep kicking me until I bleed!"
Ashido blinked twice before giving a thumbs up and saying, "Okay!"
"Awesome! Midoriya, you're awesome, too! Thanks for all your help, man!"
"A-Any time," Midoriya said. Ashido gave another thumbs up in his direction, and he surmised that she was worried about Kirishima, as well. As it turned out, he helped two people today for the price of one.
There was little else that a person could ask for.
After the incident in the bathroom, Midoriya, Kirishima, and Ashido returned to the group, and lunch continued without further incident. After the meals were finished and the checks were paid—Uraraka got something that still left her with a large portion of Hadou's gift—everyone said their goodbyes and went back to their homes before it got too late. The only exceptions to that were the Monstars, who had taken it upon themselves to walk Midoriya home.
"You know what I just realized? There has never been any skinship between us," was something Kendou said as they got close to Midoriya's apartment.
"S-Skinship?" Midoriya stammered out.
"Yeah! I mean, we high five and fistbump every now and then, but even casual acquaintances do that! We're all super friends, but we've never done anything that only friends do!"
"L-Like what?"
"Well, like a… a friendship hug!" There was a notable pause near the end of that, though it was hardly the only thing throwing Midoriya through a loop.
"A friendship hug? I've never heard of that. Then again, I apparently don't know a lot of things that are common knowledge," Yaoyorozu said.
"Oh yeah, it's a real thing, all right! When friends are feeling really friendly with each other, they just, you know, hug! It's that easy!" Kendou said.
"I-Is that a real thing? I've never heard of it," Midoriya said.
"Yeah, me neither," Uraraka said.
"I mean, not to be rude, but you two didn't have any friends growing up," Kendou said.
"The truth is a powerful weapon."
"If I may, Kendou-kun," Iida said. "I grew up with numerous friends, and I do not recall ever hearing about—"
"Oh, enough already!" Kendou said. "In the immortal words of Bruce Lee, and it's not just because he's also immortal, 'Don't think, feel!' There's nothing wrong with the idea of a friendship hug, so let's just do it! Like this!" Before anyone could say anything else, Kendou had pulled Midoriya into a heavy embrace. Much to his own surprise, he didn't do anything to fight it. "Now hurry up and join in so this isn't weird!"
Even though her tone acted in direct contrast to what she was pushing, Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and Iida all joined in on the allegedly real friendship hug. Fortunately for Midoriya, the friendship hug broke just in time for things to not become too awkward.
"Okay, that was good. That was a good thing that happened, and on that note, we should all go home now," Kendou said.
"Really?" Midoriya asked. "My place isn't that far from here. You can all come in and—"
"Nope! It really seems like it'd be best if we all went home, so at the very least, that's what I'm doing! See you all at school!" Kendou took off in the presumed direction of her house. Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and Iida, the three of them clearly feeling that the mood was ruined, decided to go home as well and said their goodbyes to Midoriya.
That was weird. Really, really weird, Midoriya thought. I think there's something on me. Is that-Is that Kendou-san's shampoo? Should I—C-Can I—You know, it's been a long enough day, so I really should get home and lie down!
On that note, Midoriya raced home as quickly as legally possible, if only to try and kick some rather strange thoughts out of his head. The speed he used to even attempt that brought him to his apartment complex fairly quickly, and as he climbed the stairs, he was hoping to just be able to go back inside without any further surprises.
"Don't think I won't blow your ass up, Baldy!"
"You could if you wanted to. I just hope you'll have the mental fortitude to spend the rest of your life in jail, Katsuki."
I need to turn around, Midoriya thought. I need to turn around, get as far away from here as possible, and check into a hotel for the night. Wait, no. All I have left is the money in Dad's wallet, and what hotel will take that? I mean, I guess I could go to America to hide, but—
"Oh, there you are, Izuku!" It was too late. Midoriya was already seen, so even though he didn't want to, he finished climbing the stairs to be greeted by Bakugou's scowl and Alexis' smile. He didn't know which one made him feel more uncomfortable.
"K-Kacchan, A-Alexis-san, h-hey," Midoriya said.
"The hell's that look for? Turns out you don't have one foot in the grave, so stop looking like you're about to keel over," Bakugou said.
"S-Sorry, it's just—what are you two doing here?"
"We're here to see you, of course. You might have healed from that fight rather quickly—something I learned from Katsuki who learned it from his mother who learned it from your mother—but after what happened yesterday, how could we not come to check up on you?" Alexis asked. Midoriya still would have preferred it if they hadn't. "I would have gotten here sooner, but I was just swamped at the office today like you wouldn't believe. At the very least, Katsuki was able to keep me company with a riveting debate on chocolate cornets. I guess it was a good thing that he was out here for hours waiting for you to come home."
"What?"
"Fuck you, Baldy!" Bakugou said. Alexis paid it no mind and handed an expensive-looking bag to Midoriya.
"Here's some good iyashikei anime for you to watch. I was pressed for time, so I was only able to find one hundred hours worth of the stuff."
"T-Thanks, I guess," Midoriya said.
"Still, it's a good thing you're all right. If you had died there, I don't know what I would have done with myself. I hope you learn a valuable lesson from this, Izuku. I certainly have, at least."
"What's that?"
"That there's a clear limit to your durability. That's quite the useful nugget of information for someone like me to have, you know." Midoriya was wrong. He would have taken Alexis' last smile over her current one any day of the week. "Well, Woodhouse is probably up from his nap by now, so see you at school!" Alexis stepped past Midoriya and headed down the stairs, leaving Midoriya alone with Bakugou. The situation had only marginally improved.
"Kacchan."
"What?" Bakugou asked.
"Was what Alexis-san said true? Were you really just sitting around waiting for me to come back?"
"Don't phrase it like I'm fucking Hachiko or some shit! I'm only here because my mom kept getting on my case about checking up on you, and there was no way in hell that I'd do something this fucking stupid in front of Karate Kid and the rest of those losers!"
He wanted to see Midoriya, but he wanted it to be a private matter. That was exactly the kind of thing Bakugou would do, and the fact that he was going to do it for him was something Midoriya couldn't help but smile at.
"Wipe that fucking look off of your fucking face, you fucking nerd!"
"Sorry!" Midoriya said as he did a terrible job of following Bakugou's wishes.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, either! Just like Baldy said, now we know that you ain't invincible for shit! Anyone who punches you hard enough in the face can send you straight to the morgue, and I'm gonna do just that, Deku! Just you wait!" Bakugou stomped past Midoriya and bumped against his shoulder as he headed down the stairs. Once he was out of sight, Midoriya put his smile back on at full force, and he even put in a bit of a laugh.
It truly was hard to find something not to love about a day off from school.
Chapter 26: From Up on Rumor Mill
Chapter Text
"I understand that this event has been framed as a victory for Justice, but at the very least, it's a failure on my part. While I might be the Symbol of Peace, it is clear that I still need to improve myself to fully live up to that ideal. I won't ask for your forgiveness; all I ask of everyone watching this is for you to have patience and wait for me to truly evolve into the Hero you need me to be. That's all I want from you."
The video rewound a few seconds.
"I understand that this event has been framed as a victory for Justice, but at the very least, it's a failure on my part. While I might be the Symbol of Peace, it is clear that I still need to improve myself to fully live up to that ideal. I won't ask for your forgiveness; all I ask of everyone watching this is for you to have patience and wait for me to truly evolve into the Hero you need me to be. That's all I want from you."
The video rewound a few seconds.
"I understand that this event has been framed as a victory for Justice, but at the very least, it's a failure on my part. While I might be the Symbol of Peace, it is clear that I still need to improve myself to fully live up to that ideal. I won't ask for your forgiveness; all I ask of everyone watching this is for you to have patience and wait for me to truly evolve into the Hero you need me to be. That's all I want from you."
The video rewound a few seconds.
"I just can't get away from it. It's like I've crossed the event horizon." The man who spoke had spent almost an hour that morning watching the video of All Might's speech over and over again, continuing from the hours he had spent watching it over and over again the previous night. At least to him, the video was just that intoxicating, and the second someone recognized the large frame wrapped in a seemingly eternal flame, him having such an obsession with All Might humbling himself would make sense. Such an action wouldn't be out of the ordinary for the Flame Hero Endeavor.
But that wasn't it. Endeavor might have initially watched All Might's speech because of his vocal disdain for the man, but him incessantly watching the video wasn't about that. The reason he kept watching it ad nauseam was that he was surprised that something like that could even exist. For the entirety of his career, All Might had always kept himself on a pedestal, always making himself a God looking down upon others with a condescending smile, but none of that was here. Here was a man who was making himself fallible. Here was a man who was making himself vincible.
Here was a man who was making himself human.
"Here I thought you got your fill of that thing last night. Then again, I guess you could never get tired of laughing at All Might." Those were the words of a boy who was doing an excellent job of getting ahead of himself.
"If that's how you want to see this Shouto, then go ahead," Endeavor said as he closed his laptop. "How's your eye doing, by the way?" Shouto touched the eyepatch over his right eye for a second before shoving his hands into his pockets.
"It won't leave a scar, if that's what you're asking," Shouto said.
"Fine, be that way. I'm going to work, and you better have those drills finished by the time I get back. Just because you got suspended for being an idiot doesn't mean you get to spend these four days slacking off, you know!"
"I know." Endeavor headed for the door with a heavy huff. "I also know why you're so obsessed with Midoriya." Endeavor stopped just short of the doorknob.
"What?"
"At first, I thought it was just because you thought he'd be strong enough to force me to do what you want, but then the USJ happened. All Might going all out to protect someone isn't anything special, but the way he reacted so violently to Midoriya's state felt weird, like he was more than just a student. From there, I kept going back to everything I know about Midoriya and the Top Ten, did some research to find some things no one was talking about, and I came to a conclusion: he isn't just some kid." In any other situation, Endeavor would be praising Shouto's intelligence, but this wasn't something he had the right to support.
"Just what do you think this is, Shouto?"
"I think it's you trying to throw me into the conspiracy of the century, that's what."
"If you've gotten that far, then you should know that this is bigger than you. Hell, it's bigger than me!"
"I guess it must be if you're admitting that something is above you." For a brief second, Endeavor's flames flared up.
"We'll talk about this when I get home. Don't you dare do anything stupid!" Endeavor left the house and slammed the door behind him. Of all the secrets of the world for Shouto to figure out, the one about Midoriya was at the bottom of the list.
He just prayed he wasn't too smart for his own good.
If Hisashi had known that becoming a scientist would lead to him being so tired whenever he came home, he might have considered aiming lower in life. The pay was good, and it was nice to make a semblance of a difference in the world, but spending so much time away from his family just to be dead tired whenever he got to see them was a pain in and of itself.
"Okay, I'm leaving now!" Then again, it did mean that every time he got to see his son was an event in and of itself, so that was something to appreciate.
"Try to take it easy today, okay Izuku?" Inko asked.
"It's just school. I don't think there's going to be anything too extreme," Izuku said.
"The people who say that are the ones who always get caught up in something extreme, you know," Hisashi said.
"That's not a thing."
"Just let us pretend it's a thing, okay? After what happened, you can't blame us for being a little too worried, can you?"
"Y-Yeah, I guess not." His smile went down a bit. That was the exact opposite of what Hisashi wanted to happen.
"Look, I know you don't like us dwelling on it because of how quickly you got back up, but we didn't know that until after the fact. Even if we did, there's no way I wouldn't have rushed over here just as fast. We're your parents and we're gonna make a fuss about stuff you don't want us to; that's something you have to live with, but we'll do what we can to not make it a regular thing. How does that sound?"
"Yeah, that's fine." His smile came back a bit. That was exactly what Hisashi wanted to happen.
"Okay, we shouldn't keep you if you want to get there on time, but be safe," Inko said before kissing him on the cheek.
"I will. Bye!" Izuku waved them off and dashed out the door, the boy getting out of sight all too quickly.
"We sure raised a good kid," Hisashi said.
"What do you mean 'we'?" Inko asked.
"Hey, I helped."
"Part-time, maybe."
"Part-time is still time, you know. Speaking of which, I gotta go help Stein with some stuff."
"No rest for the wicked, I suppose." Hisashi bent down and brought Inko into a kiss.
"Be back as soon as I can." Inko waved him off as he left the apartment. It wasn't a lie, he really would try and be back as soon as possible. It all just depended on how quickly he could find Naiad before she flooded Lucky Land.
There really was no rest for the wicked, but he'd do what he could to keep that from getting in his way.
Much to Midoriya's joy, he got to school on time and without a hint of incident. His friends were quick to meet up with him for small talk, and he was happy to take part in it, especially since the care and attention they were giving him had died down since the previous day. It seemed like everything was back to normal, or as normal as things could have been, and he couldn't have been happier for that.
The only thing out of the ordinary was Kendou repeatedly laughing as she messed around on her phone, but that wasn't anything that would ruin his day.
"Hey, who are you texting?" Midoriya asked.
"Just Yui. This K-Drama we both like had a new episode last night, and we've been going back and forth on it for hours," Kendou said.
"You mean Kodai-san? When did you get her number?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"About five minutes into the party yesterday." Kendou's phone made a beeping sound and she laughed at something that was apparently funny.
"Wow, your screen is filled to capacity with messages! I had no idea Kodai-kun was so talkative in the comfort of her own phone!" Iida said.
"She's funny, too. I was talking about this Harley I wanted to buy when I got my license—" Before Kendou could finish her story, Mineta, Jirou and Hagakure came into the class slightly out of breath.
"Okay, Body Improvement Club is definitely not for us," Jirou said.
"I can't believe you do this every day. I'm about ready to keel over," Hagakure said.
"Hey, it's no walk in the park for me, either. Try it for another week, and you'll probably be fine," Mineta said.
"I think we'll get back to you on that," Jirou said. Hagakure's body moved to suggest that she was nodding her head.
"Wait, are you two friends with Mineta-kun now?" Uraraka asked.
"I'm just as surprised as you are, but crazy things happen when you go through a life-or-death situation. I can't complain, though." Jirou said.
"Me, neither!" Hagakure said.
"Yeah. Ain't no one stopping the Vincible Trio!" Mineta said. "Ah, but you're still number one, Midoriya."
"Good to know, I guess," Midoriya said as he and most of his friends sat down in their seats.
"Oh, egads, it's almost time for homeroom!" Iida said. "Everyone, quickly! Into your seats!"
"You're the only one still standing," Sero said. Iida, realizing his faux pas, ran into his seat just a few seconds before Aizawa and Yamashiro stepped into the room. Much to Midoriya's relief, neither of them appeared to look too hurt, even after everything that had happened.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise. You're all looking a lot more chipper than I thought you would," Aizawa said.
"We got Yaomomo to thank for that, don't we?" Ashido asked. A few people started laughing at the memory of the previous day's luncheon, and Yaoyorozu did her best to avoid being seen.
"I don't know what this is, and I don't want to know. Onto the morning announcements—"
"Excuse me, Mr. Aizawa, but Todoroki-kun isn't here yet. Shouldn't we wait a few minutes for him?" Midoriya asked.
"Even if these were normal circumstances, the answer would always be no."
"What kind of circumstances are these, then?" Aizawa looked at Yamashiro before quickly turning back to the class.
"Because of insubordination, reckless endangerment of himself and others, and other things to describe genuine asinine behavior, Todoroki has been suspended for four days." Midoriya felt his eyes bulge out of their sockets. A lot of people started whispering about; most everyone looked confused or shocked, but Uraraka looked a tiny bit happy and Bakugou looked like he was forcing out indifference. To think that something like this could happen, and so early into the school year, as well. Midoriya might not have been happy with the way Todoroki had acted at the USJ, but he never wanted him to get in trouble for anything.
"Okay, that's enough of that," Aizawa said. "Now I need someone to bring him notes and homework assignments until his suspension is over. Yaoyorozu, as co-vice president, can I trust you with that?"
"Yes, sir," Yaoyorozu said.
"Mr. Aizawa, while I do not object with your decision, is it not customary for the class president to be the person tasked with delivering classroom materials to absent classmates?" Iida asked. For her part, Kendou didn't look to be in a hurry to ask why Yaoyorozu was picked over her.
"Typically, yes, but… I have a feeling that things would go better if Yaoyorozu does it," Aizawa said. There was a look in his eye that made it seem like he knew something, but whatever it was, he kept it so himself.
"Hey, you think Mr. Aizawa's playing matchmaker? That'd be so cute, right?" Midoriya heard Ashido whisper in too loud a volume.
"I don't know; I don't care about stuff like that!" Midoriya heard Kirishima whisper back, also in too loud a volume. Naturally, Aizawa shot a glare at the both of them and they both apologized for being disruptive.
"Now, back to the morning announcements," Aizawa said. "Yamashiro."
"Yes," Yamashiro said, stepping behind the podium as Aizawa crawled into his sleeping bag in the corner. That, too, elicited confused reactions from the class. "I know that it's quite rare for me to be leading the class, but after what happened the other day, I-I have resolved to try and strengthen my heart and properly meet your expectations of me!"
"Yeah! Go for it, teach!" Kirishima shouted. Other people gave out similar words of encouragement, and Yamashiro started to smile.
"Well then, let's begin. Going off of what Mr. Aizawa said, it's very fortunate that none of you are too hung up on the events of the other day because we're about to get into something serious." Midoriya and others leaned in with anticipation. "The U.A. Sports Festival is just two weeks away!"
""That's so ordinary!"" Various members of the class shouted.
"Is the Music Meister gonna be involved this year?" Jirou asked.
"No. Not only is Neil Patrick Harris no longer a member of the staff, but he's also currently preoccupied with the Broadway adaptation of the theatrical adaptation of Hamilton. Also, never ask that around Present Mic if you feel like keeping your eardrums intact," Aizawa said.
"I-Is it really okay for us to do this after what just happened?" Uraraka asked.
"That's precisely why we're still doing it," Yamashiro said. "The public needs to see that U.A. is still able to operate efficiently after a crisis; while there will be extra police presence compared to usual, the plan is to proceed with things as normal. This is the best opportunity to show the world what you're made of, so it shouldn't be something that can be shut down by Villains."
Midoriya couldn't help but agree. The U.A. Sports Festival was a major event where students competed in feats of strength and intelligence to show what they had to offer society. Hundreds of companies got money from corporate sponsorship, and in terms of viewership, it had well and beyond surpassed the Olympics—in Japan, at least. More importantly, it allowed Pro Heroes to see the abilities of all of the students over the course of their high school lives; doing well at the Sports Festival was the best way to become a Sidekick at a major Hero Agency, and becoming a Sidekick at a major Hero Agency was the best way to eventually strike it on your own.
"You all have three chances to make a statement to the world, but you shouldn't use that as an excuse to do poorly your first time around. Please, do whatever you can to become stars the first time around!" Yamashiro took a step away from the podium but ran back to it when Aizawa let out a fake cough. "Oh, right, the prizes. Third place wins you a ticket to the world premiere of the new Big Science Action movie in Usukuru City." The reveal was met with much rejoicing. "Second place wins you a signed picture of the Top Ten Hero of your choice." The reveal was met with even more rejoicing than the last one. "Finally, first place wins you and a friend an all-expense paid trip to I-Island for this year's I-Expo." The reveal was met with the most rejoicing of all.
Yamashiro took a step away from the podium but ran back to it when Aizawa let out a fake cough. She stared at the class for a few seconds before she started shaking and jumped away from the podium.
"And you were doing so well," Aizawa said as he crawled up to the podium. "Okay, here's the final announcement that Yamashiro forgot about: this year, Tim Drake will be present as a special guest commentator."
The fanfare from that made everything before it seem like a whisper.
Tim Drake. The original Red Robin and third person to take on the mantle of Robin, doing so after the second bearer of the title—Jason Todd—was temporarily dead. While not the most physically gifted Robin, Tim Drake is widely regarded as the most intelligent of the four, and in his prime, his detective and technological skills were said to be on par with both Batmans, if not superior to both of them. That's not the main reason for his fame, though. The main reason stems from how when Quirks first manifested, Tim Drake was one of the first Heroes to publicly come out as a Quirk user. At a time when Quirks were largely seen as something to fear, Tim made a point of showing that they could be used for good. Even after the incident with Joker Prime, he led the charge in allowing Quirk users an equal place in society; he even founded U.A.'s sister school, Gotham Academy. Many people helped bring the world into its present state, but if he hadn't led the charge, there's no telling how long it would have taken to get the ball rolling. To the Quirk users of the world, Tim Drake is seen as a savior, a saint, a true and utter Messiah, the one and only Godfather of Quirks, and he was coming to Japan to watch the Sports Festival in person. Midoriya could hardly contain his excitement, and he couldn't imagine anyone else not being the same.
Therefore, he didn't understand why most of the class looked as if someone had died, as if someone had taken the wind out of their metaphorical sails.
"Did someone die in here? Why's no one pumped for the Sports Festival?!" Kirishima—one of the few people who looked to be excited—asked after first period.
"My sentiments, exactly! Not only is this is a chance for us to add our names to the ranks of Heroes, but Tim Drake—the Godfather of Quirks, himself—is going to be there!" Iida said, his body looking rather tense, for some reason.
"Yeah, we get that, but it's kind of hard to be excited when we all know who's gonna win," Kendou said.
"You do? Who?" Midoriya asked. The second the words left his mouth, everyone turned their heads in his direction. Ask a foolish question, get a foolish answer. "W-What?! No way! I mean, for all we know, I'll just go down really fast without getting to do anything." Kendou started laughing.
"Oh, wait, you're serious. Let me laugh even harder." She then proceeded to do just that.
"You are the most capable member of the class," Yaoyorozu said. Off in the corner, Bakugou snorted.
"Trying to perform in front of all of those people is stressful enough, but then I'm supposed to compete with you? It makes me want to throw up," Uraraka said.
"W-What about Tokoyami-kun? I can't compete with a reality-warping Genie!" Midoriya said.
"Only if I allowed him to fight at full capacity, and for reasons that are too dire and phantasmagorical to explain, I refuse to do so. ...I don't care how awesome you think you are, this is my life!" Tokoyami said.
"Only the first half of that made a modicum of sense, but there you go," Kendou said.
"Just make sure to thank me in your award speech, okay?" Mineta asked.
"I cannot believe you people!" Iida said as he ran up to the podium. "There is no reason for any of us to be acting this way! Sure, Midoriya-kun has strength that far surpasses all of ours combined; sure, Midoriya-kun is able to shoot powerful lasers out of his eyes and freeze things with a single breath; sure, Midoriya-kun has shown himself to be virtually indestructible; sure, Midoriya-kun is able to move at speeds that even I cannot keep up with—"
"Is there going to be a 'but', anytime soon?" Jirou asked.
"He's a pain in the butt," Bakugou said.
"—but there is no need to let those things and the numerous other strong points of Midoriya-kun that I didn't list deter us!" Iida said. As far as rousing speeches went, Midoriya had to admit that this was certainly one of them. "This is supposed to be an event that allows all of us a chance to shine, so if we concede to Midoriya-kun before it even starts, it'll mean that all of our work up to this point will mean nothing!" It appeared that Iida managed to turn things around at the end.
"I mean, he does make a good point, I guess," Kaminari said.
"Midoriya's probably still gonna win, but it's not like he's the only person we'd have to go up against," Ojiro said.
"Just gotta try and make a good showing against the other people," Sero said.
"Who knows? Maybe we can even wear him down and get him when he's at his weakest!" Ashido said. Midoriya didn't like that idea, but it was helping to liven the mood, so he didn't complain.
"Yeah! Let's go, go, go!" Uraraka, of all people, shouted. The rest of the class responded in kind, and Midoriya was happy about it. Happy because people were in better spirits, and happy because of how rare it was to see Uraraka be so confident.
"Kendou-san, hide me inside of your hands, please!" was what Uraraka said when she tried to leave the classroom for lunch. Kendou quickly turned her down, but Midoriya couldn't blame Uraraka for making the request. Not when there was a massive crowd of people hanging outside the class.
"Hey, we're trying to get to lunch here! What're you all doing crowding the hall?!" Mineta asked the group.
"Isn't it obvious, midget? They're scoping out the competition," Bakugou said. "We're in the spotlight 'cause we survived a Villain attack, so they want to check us out before the Sports Festival starts. Not that it matters; all these cannon fodder could spend a whole year watching us, and I'd still kick their asses."
"Well fuck you too, man!" A gray-haired boy with sharp teeth and tan eyebrows that completely circled his eyes came into view. "I'm from class 1-B, next door! I wanted to scope you guys out, and I even wanted to give you a fair shake 'cause of how Prez and Kodai like some of you, but all I'm seeing is a bunch of assholes! Monoma was dead on about you guys!"
I don't know who this Monoma is, but it sounds like he's just as good as Kacchan at making things worse for people! Midoriya thought.
"Yeah, well if we're so bad, you know when and where you can do something about. Not like you actually will, though," Bakugou said.
"Well, aren't you modest? If you're the model for the Hero course, I might just be fine where I am." The speaker that time was a purple-haired boy with heavy bags under his eyes. Going by the way his uniform was patterned, he appeared to be a General Studies student.
"What was that, punk?!"
"Said the pot to the kettle," Uraraka whispered while hiding behind Midoriya.
"You know, a lot of people in General Studies are only there because they couldn't pass the exam for one reason or another, usually something stupid that doesn't reflect on their actual ability," the purple-haired boy said. "That's what makes the Sports Festival so good for people like me. It gives us a chance to show off in a more neutral environment, and if we do well enough, we can even get transferred right into the Hero course. That'll happen at the cost of one of you getting kicked out, but we all have to make sacrifices for the greater good."
"That's some rather bold talk for someone who was too lousy to get in the first time around." Just when Midoriya thought things couldn't get worse, Alexis decided to show her face. "And with that whole transfer thing, can you name one person who did that and went on to have a successful career? Please don't say Misutah Eraserhead; that's an annoyingly common misconception." The purple-haired boy opened his mouth, but Alexis covered it with her hand before he could say anything. After a second of that, she wormed through the crowd until she was in front of Midoriya.
"Y-Yes?" Midoriya asked.
"I originally came here to have lunch, but now I guess I'm rescuing you. Please don't resist."
"Oh, so he is in cahoots with the Luthor chick!" the gray-haired boy shouted. The rest of the crowd soon followed with similar statements, though a few people were still just there to talk about how they wanted to beat 1-A.
Midoriya sighed as he said goodbye to the class and walked off with Alexis. At the very least, eating lunch with her wouldn't be as stressful as dealing with all of those people.
"I'm so, so glad you decided to join me, Izuku," Alexis said as they walked down an empty hallway.
"I'm sure you are," Midoriya said. "Where's Mercy-san?"
"I asked her to leave us alone. This is a special day, so I wanted lunch to be with just the two of us."
"O-Oh. Great." It wasn't. "Why is it special?"
"Because of—no, wait, timing's off—this!" Alexis abruptly stopped in front of a door that Midoriya didn't recognize. "I did it, Izuku. I found the door that leads to the rooftop!"
In retrospect, Midoriya should have guessed that it would be something of that nature. Still, he made his bed, so he had to lie in it by climbing up the stairwell with Alexis after she forced the door open. After a minute of walking, the two found their way to the rooftop, a wide-open space that felt a little dirty from lack of use.
"Ah, now this is what I'm talking about. This, Izuku, this is where you go to have lunch!" Alexis said, spinning around in a circle with her arms stretched out. She did that for a few seconds before stopping abruptly. "But where's the chain-link fence? You can't have a school rooftop without a chain-link fence. What are people supposed to grab onto dramatically when contemplating their futures?"
"Isn't the bigger issue that it makes it easier for someone to jump or fall off?" Midoriya asked.
"Well if you want to get technical about it, yes." Midoriya was starting to feel that he made a huge mistake. "Well, I can just have one put in later. For now, let's eat." A statement Midoriya could agree with. The two of them sat down on the ground, Midoriya placing himself as far away from Alexis as he could without being rude, and they started eating their respective lunches.
"S-So, Alexis-san, are you going to participate in the Sports Festival?" Midoriya asked. He didn't really want to make small talk with her, but it was the least he could do to pay her back for the previous day.
"No, I plan to win it," Alexis said. "I'm not particularly interested in the grand prize, especially since I'm just going to be invited to I-Expo again, but I'm a Luthor, and Luthors don't do things without coming out on top of a mountain of corpses." Midoriya could have done without her sounding just like Bakugou. "More importantly, being in the Sports Festival gives me the perfect chance to compete against you. That's why I'm in this country to begin with, you know."
"I-It is?!"
"Of course. What did you think I meant when I said I thought you were interesting? Yes, I would like to get along with you, but at the same time, I want to challenge a being of your might and be the one to come out on top. It's like how Garp found himself in conflict between his professional duties and his personal duties."
"A-And where does all this stuff about beating me fall under?" Alexis stared at Midoriya while squeezing her hamburger steak.
"Personal. When it comes to you, Izuku, it's all so, so very personal." Her grip had tightened to the point that, in addition to the hamburger steak breaking in two, her chopsticks started to come apart at the seams. "But enough about me. We have food to eat, remember?"
"R-Right." Midoriya went back to his food, but his pace had slowed to a crawl. Too much of his attention was drawn towards trying to make sense of what had just transpired. He'd try and make do, though; he felt pretty hungry.
"Y-Yes?" Midoriya asked.
"I originally came here to have lunch, but now I guess I'm rescuing you. Please don't resist," Alexis said. Kendou had seen a similar scene play out just the week before, but she still found herself unable to believe her eyes, and the disbelief became magnified when Midoriya decided to go with her. For someone he said he didn't even like, Midoriya sure didn't make much of an effort to stay away from her. Then again, it wasn't anything worth getting upset over, so it was best for everyone if she simply didn't do that. That's what she needed to do, so at some point, she was going to do just that.
"Whatever," Bakugou said, pushing through the crowd of people who were now divided between being mad at their class and being mad at Midoriya, specifically.
"You're just gonna leave with everyone hating on us?!" Kirishima asked.
"Like I care. I'm gonna be number one, so who gives a damn about what these people have to say?" With that, Bakugou completed his exit.
"Man, that dude is so manly!"
"For what, turning everyone against us?!" Kaminari asked. Kendou had to agree with Kirishima on that one; all in all, it wasn't a bad exit to make. Just like Iida said, they couldn't get hung up on what other people did or said; all that mattered was that they each tried their hardest to stand out, and Kendou intended to do just that.
"The crowd appears to be thinning out. Shall we head to the cafeteria now?" Momo asked.
"I hope my stomach can handle food right now," Ochaco said. Kendou readied herself for a witty comment, but before she could, her phone started vibrating. That was usually a random occurrence, but what made it weird was that it seemed like the phones of everyone in the class were going off at once.
"It's a group text from… Todoroki-kun?" Iida asked. Ochaco let out a groan, but they all decided to look at it anyway. If someone like Todoroki had something to say, then it might actually mean something.
"Midoriya is All Might's bastard son," was what the text read. Judging by the collective gasps of the class, it definitely meant something.
"What the fuck?!" Mineta shouted.
"Midoriya-kun is All Might's child?!" Iida asked.
"I mean, Midoriya did say he was adopted, but that's who his father is? That's crazy!" Mina said. Kendou shared that sentiment. While it was all too common for orphans in fiction to have some kind of secret, important lineage, real life didn't work that way. In real life, your average orphan just comes from average people who couldn't cut it as parents for one reason or another, and thinking that there was a special reason behind it all wouldn't help you in the slightest.
"Yeah, but remember the way All Might went ham on that brain guy when he saw that Midoriya was hurt?" Kaminari asked.
"Yeah, because All Might can only protect someone if he's related to them," Kyoka said.
"I'm not saying that! I'm just saying that it was weird for All Might to be so angry, even if he was protecting someone!"
"That level of fury was rather peculiar for someone like him," Tokoyami said.
"C-Come on, we're not buying this, are we?" Kendou asked. "This is way too crazy a thing for us to just take at face value!"
"Is Todoroki-san someone who would lie, though?" Momo asked.
"Why wouldn't he be? You can't trust anything that jerk says!" Ochaco said.
"Regardless, we should all try to keep this to ourselves until Midoriya-kun returns and we can ask him about this!" Iida said. Kendou didn't hesitate to agree. True or not, such a ridiculous claim about her friend's parentage didn't need to be spread around the whole school. It was best that they just keep it all to themselves until further notice.
"Listen to this, mademoiselle: Midoriya-kun is actually All Might's child," Aoyama told Pony when he ran into her on the way to the bathroom.
"Maji ka?!" Pony shouted.
"The product of a shippaishita kekkon—of a failed marriage," Pony told Setsuna while they were in one of the workout rooms.
"That's insane!" Setsuna said.
"So All Might got involved in an experimental breeding program where the DNA of the strongest Heroes would be used to create an ultra-powerful generation of fighters, and that's where Izuku Midoriya comes from," Setsuna said.
"Wow! Who's Izuku Midoriya?" asked the random person Setsuna made the previous statement to.
"I mean, I get that the story was always kind of style over substance, but it just becomes super excessive as time goes on until we're dealing with story arcs that don't have any impact on anything and an ending that has nothing interesting to say that hadn't already been said and leaves you wondering why anyone did anything. So yeah, that's why Soul Eater is kind of garbage after Arachnophobia," Alexis said as Midoriya walked with her back to his class.
"I can't help but feel like you had to stretch things to start talking about that," Midoriya said.
"To each his own, I suppose. Of course, my own is the superior own, and I'd go into unnecessary detail on it, but this is your stop." Midoriya breathed a sigh of relief as the door to 1-A came into view. Lunch was almost over, so he could finally get back to class and get back to a semblance of normalcy.
That's what he wanted to happen, but for some reason, Amajiki was in a fetal position behind the door.
"Midoriya-kun, why didn't you tell me that you and All Might were refugees from the 853rd. century? Did we not have that level of trust between us? I guess not. I want to die," Amajiki said.
"What?" was the only thing Midoriya managed to say.
"Amajiki-senpai, for the hundredth time, that is not what happened! How did Midoriya-kun being All Might's child spiral into something like that?!" Iida asked.
"What?" was still the only thing Midoriya managed to say.
"Feel free to tell me how this all plays out," Alexis said as she walked away from the scene, giggling all the while. Barely a second after she was out of sight, Midoriya was pulled into the classroom—accidentally stepping on Amajiki in the process—and he was immediately bombarded with questions from everyone, all of which went back to the claim that he was All Might's illegitimate child.
"What?!" was, for the third time in a row, the only thing Midoriya managed to say.
"Jet Burn!" A blast of fire shot out of Endeavor's fist and hit his targets without fail. The winged mercenary Gunhawk and his rabbit-footed partner Gunbunny flailed about before passing out on the ground, the flames that did them in quickly dying out. The fight was so easy that it was hardly worth his time, but that was to be expected from the people you hired when you couldn't afford Deadshot.
"That was simply marvelous, Endeavor! I truly can't thank you enough!" The person thanking him was Gunhawk and Gunbunny's would-be target Koku Hanabata, the leader of the Hearts and Mind political party. He was pushing for a bill that would limit government restrictions on superpower usage in public, and it seemed like it was unpopular enough for someone to want him to die defending it.
"Just doing my job. No need to thank me," Endeavor said.
"No need to humble yourself, either. Anyone who uses their powers so effectively—so freely—is worthy of praise. There's a lot to admire about a man who doesn't hesitate to take action, you know!" The press started calling Hanabata over for an interview, so he wiped a hand through his swept-back hair and stepped away from Endeavor with a smile.
"A lot to admire about me, huh?" Endeavor couldn't remember the last time he heard someone say something like that. Most of the time, all he ever got from people were complaints about being too rough with people, which were just ridiculous. He got the job done, he saved the day when it needed saving, so it shouldn't matter if he has to get violent. More importantly, a Hero should never have to apologize for saving someone.
Yet that's exactly what All Might did. He didn't need to humble himself for the crime of saving people from Villains, yet that's exactly what he did. It was ridiculous, it was crazy, it wasn't at all how a Hero was supposed to act. Then again, if someone like All Might was doing that, then maybe being a Hero was a little more complicated. If Endeavor really was as worthy of admiration as All Might, then maybe he was still missing something to keep him at that level. The key had to be in the apology. All Might humbled himself to the world, made himself seem human to the world. Endeavor needed to do something like that.
No, not needed, wanted. Endeavor wanted to let the world know that he was human.
"Endeavor, sir! Phone call for you!" shouted one of his Sidekicks, a mustachioed man in a red and white costume with a sun in the middle of his chest.
"Thank you, Sunburst." Endeavor took the phone from Sunburst and he walked off to help the police cart Gunhawk and Gunbunny away. "Hello? ...Nedzu? What is it? ...What? Shouto did what? ...No, I have no idea where he'd get that idea from, but don't you worry. The second I get home, I'm going to sit that boy down and have a talk with him about the dangers of spreading rumors. ...Uh-huh… Uh-huh… Okay, see you at the Sports Festival." Endeavor hung up his phone and turned up to the clouds rolling by overhead.
Then he started laughing the hardest he had in years.
"Sorry about that, Endeavor, but the press just loves me and—what's so funny?" Hanabata asked when he came back to Endeavor's side.
"You had-You had to be here! Hold on a second." Still laughing, Endeavor dialed a number on his phone. "Ultimon, it's me. You know that thing I called you about earlier? ...No, no, no, false alarm! Turns out my kid's not as smart as I thought he was! ...Yeah, so just—it's all good, no need to do anything. ...Yeah, see you at the Sports Festival." Endeavor hung up and immediately went back to laughing. Hanabata joined in, but it looked like he was doing it just because he felt left out.
The day was just a rollercoaster of insanity.
"Well that went well, I suppose," Nedzu said as he hung up his phone. All Might breathed a sigh of relief. He left the faculty lounge for five minutes to get a cup of coffee, and the next thing he knows, Midnight is asking him why he never told her that he, Wonder Woman, and Oversoul performed a magic ritual to create a homunculus that was the combination of all of their DNA, i.e. Midoriya.
"I'm just glad we got on this right away to nip it in the bud," All Might said. "I still have no idea where Young Todoroki got a crazy idea like that from, but I'm just glad Endeavor had nothing to do with it; I'd hate to think that my good friend was involved in that kind of slander."
"Yes, he's a real good friend." All Might didn't know why Nedzu felt the need to repeat that. "Anyway, you do know why it was so easy for people to be convinced of this, right? It's because you give Midoriya-kun too much attention. I never felt the need to bring it up before, but your relationship with him started well before you started teaching here, yes?"
"G-Guilty."
"Don't worry, I don't plan on telling anyone on staff, though that's mainly because nearly everyone's already figured it out. Still, if we want to avoid these kinds of situations in the future, you should try and put more effort into being a teacher for everyone, not just Midoriya-kun."
"Yes, I suppose you're right." All Might punctuated his sentence with a sigh, but Nedzu had a good point. Midoriya wasn't the only person he was responsible for, but he couldn't deny that he gave him more attention than he did with some of the other students. After everything they had gone through, he couldn't help it, but at the same time, he needed to do better than that. He was a teacher, a molder of young minds, and he couldn't do that by playing favorites.
As such, it made his plans for meeting with Midoriya after school rather awkward.
All Midoriya had wanted was a normal day of school. That shouldn't have been too much to ask for, but instead of that, he had a day of the student body hating on him, lunch with Alexis that was laced with ominous vagaries, and—craziest of all—people saying that he was All Might's son because of a crazy text from Todoroki. He wasted no time with nipping that in the bud, and an announcement from the principal centered around the dangers of blindly listening to rumors helped get the point across, but it was still an utterly insane thing to happen.
The fact that All Might asked to meet with him after school would only serve to keep the rumors in circulation, but he couldn't just not meet up with All Might. That would be more insane than anything else.
"Well we've had quite the day, haven't we?" All Might asked when he and Midoriya were in the break room after school.
"That's putting it mildly."
"Honestly. Where did Young Todoroki get an idea like that from? The timeframe doesn't even…" All Might mumbled something before taking a sip of tea.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing."
"All Might, when was the last time you went on a date?"
"So the Sports Festival! You're planning on entering, right?!"
"O-Oh, yeah, of course! I mean, how else am I going to get my career started, right? The idea of the whole world watching us kind of has me nervous though, even if it does end up just being hyperbole."
"Yes, that's actually what I wanted to speak to you about. You see, this year, the Sports Festival will be attended by some rather special guests."
"Yeah, I heard! I still can't believe that I get to be in the same place as Tim Drake! Do you think I might be able to get his autograph?"
"I'm sure I can help you with that, but I said guests, as in plural. These ones are supposed to be a surprise, but I think it'd be better if you knew about them ahead of time."
"Really? Who's coming to watch?" Midoriya took a sip of his tea.
"All of the Top Ten Heroes." Midoriya squeezed his cup so hard it turned to dust.
"What?! S-So not just you and Endeavor, but Wonder Woman, Ultimon, Shazam—they're all going to be here?!"
"Yes."
"That's just—I mean, I know I should be happy about that, but it's so weird! Why are they all going to be here? What makes this Sports Festival any different from—oh. Because I'm going to be in it, right?"
"Precisely." It made perfect sense, really. This was the first time the alien boy was doing anything that was being broadcast to the public, so the only Heroes in the world who knew he existed needed to get together with some beer and popcorn and see what he could do.
Or rather, see if he would ever be a threat.
"Every year, you kids are told that the world will be watching you, but for the first time, it feels like there's true validity to that," All Might said. "The Top Ten are coming to see what you can do, so why don't you show them what you can do? Use the Sports Festival as your chance to say to the world, 'I am here! So what?!'"
Midoriya didn't know if he would use those exact words, but he shared All Might's sentiment, regardless.
"So here we are on day two of the clusterfuck that is the aftermath of the USJ Incident. When you think about it, it should have been super obvious that a Villain broke into U.A. to steal info that they could use to kill someone, yet no one at that school did anything about it! Out of sight, out of mind, right? Right? Yeah, more like they all had their heads too far up their asses to catch sight of common sense. And look what we have to show for it! A couple dozen people—most of them the kids those idiots are supposed to protect—almost died, and one of those kids even wound up in the hospital. And after all that, they didn't even get the leader of this League of Villains thing! Only his goons! The best Hero School in the country, ladies and gentlemen!
"The only good thing to come out of this whole thing was All Might debasing himself in front of the whole world. I've seen a lot of people going, 'No All Might, don't apologize! You did your best! You're great just the way you are! No need to apologize!' Gag me with ten thousand spoons! Things wouldn't have gotten so bad if he was there when he was supposed to be, but you're all gonna let that slide because why? Because no one died or was crippled? That's like a parent congratulating their dumbass kid for scoring a sixty-one on a test instead of a sixty; there's nothing praiseworthy about any of this! The guy failed, so treat him as a failure, already!
"All right, I need to decompress. We're going to commercial, so here's Enigma."
"Shadows In Silence" started playing out of Todoroki's laptop. He felt nothing for it. He wasn't even entirely sure why he listened to Hero Hater Holly's podcast. Maybe he just needed something to take the edge off after telling everyone the truth about Midoriya. After all, he did agonize over whether or not he should keep it to himself or let everyone in class know; it was surprising that it took him so long to make a decision, considering that his father was the one who told him to keep it to himself.
It's fine, Todoroki thought. The truth is out there, and that's all that matters. All that matters right now, anyway.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Strange. Both his father and his sister weren't due back home for a few hours, and there was no reason to expect his brother to come home for anything. It was probably just a solicitor, but with nothing better to do, he answered the door.
"You're not a solicitor."
"I'd certainly hope not," Yaoyorozu said. Before Todoroki could ask what she was doing at his house, she handed him a large stack of papers. "These are the notes and homework sheets for all of our classes today. Well, that and some of my own additions to help break down some of the more challenging aspects of the material."
"Thanks, I guess." Todoroki put the heavy stack of paper on top of a small table by the door.
"So what was with that text you sent everyone?"
"The truth. That's what was with it."
"It wasn't the truth, though. Midoriya-san said that it was completely wrong."
"Did he now? That's exactly what someone in his position would say, isn't it?" Yaoyorozu stared at him for a bit before she started laughing. "What's so funny?"
"I just never would have guessed that you, of all people, would have such a childish side."
"I'm not being childish."
"Come on, now. Making up stories about someone just because you got in a fight with them? How is that anything but?" Todoroki let out a breath and scratched the back of his head.
"Maybe the theory could use a little work." Yaoyorozu laughed again. "I'm serious."
"That's why it's silly. Not in a bad way, though. It's good that there's more to you than figurative and literal cold shoulders. Once you're back in class, I wouldn't mind seeing more of it." Todoroki rolled his eyes at her. "Well, whatever you think is best. I'll be back same time tomorrow with tomorrow's notes, so see you then." Todoroki waved her off in silence and took in the words she had to say. Maybe he was being a little silly, maybe he was even possibly wrong about Midoriya, but there had to be something there, and he wanted to figure out what it was.
Todoroki had to wonder if Yaoyorozu would be willing to talk about it. Something to ask her tomorrow.
Contrary to popular opinion—especially the opinions of certain radio hosts—Nemuri Kayama took her job seriously. She always showed up to work on time, was always willing to give someone extra help if they needed it, and she always helped out in a fight, even though she didn't specialize in offensive magic. The least professional things about her were her costume and her habit of slinging double entendres, but with the latter, at least half of those were just her playing up her bit. For the former, she had to admit that people had a point, but she was a witch, so she needed to dress to impress.
The point was that Kayama could be serious when need be, and this meeting about how they were moving forward with the League of Villains was one of those times.
"We're still working with the police to track down Shigaraki, but at the moment, there are no discernable leads to his whereabouts," Nedzu said. What she wouldn't give to hit that psychopathic man-child with a sleeping spell so potent he'd never wake up. "The only thing we have that could be helpful is what All Might recovered, yes?"
"Indeed," All Might said. He pulled out from his suit pocket a plastic bag with a piece of paper inside of it. "Shigaraki used this ofuda to create a barrier around himself just long enough to allow himself an escape. This means that in addition to his Decay Quirk, he's also a practitioner of onmyodo."
"It's hard to believe that someone so immature would commit himself to something so refined," Yamashiro said.
"Whoever taught it to him must have had their hands full beating it into his skull," Aizawa said. "Regardless, it's all we have, and there's only one person who can make something out of it." With that, everyone turned their eyes towards Kayama. She wished that they wouldn't, though.
"Any luck getting in touch with her?" Snipe asked.
"N-No. She didn't pick up her phone yesterday," Kayama said.
"What about today?"
"I sort of, kind of, haven't tried her yet, today." Everyone let out non-collective groans.
"You are such a baby, you know that?" Kurile asked.
"I am not!"
"Okay, then hurry up and call her! She was your teacher, so you gotta be the one to do it," Yamada said. Of all the days for him to say something sensible.
"I know, I know, but she's just so… fine, I'm doing it." With a heavy sigh, Kayama pulled out her phone and dialed the woman she would never be in the mood to talk to. Her phone kept ringing and ringing, and for a second, Kayama started to believe that she wouldn't pick up.
"Kayama-chan, hi!" It was a foolish gamble from conception.
"H-Hello, Watahashi-sensei. H-How are you doing?"
"Well, I'm in Hell right now, but other than that, I'm just as super as a star like me can be! Wait, you have the time to call me at this time of day?" Watahashi asked.
"Well, I'm actually in a meeting—"
"Oh, all your adorable co-workers are there?! Put me on speaker, put me on speaker!" Kayama sighed and complied with the demand, placing her phone on the conference table when she was done. "Hi, guys! Hello! It's me!" The rest of the faculty responded with the most enthusiasm they could fake.
"Watahashi-san, it's Nedzu," Nedzu said. "Now, you've undoubtedly heard about the events that just transpired—"
"Oh, the thing at the USJ? Yeah, that sure was something, all right. It's a shame that most of you weren't there to do anything, but it all worked out, right?" It took a lot of perseverance on Kayama's part not to smash her phone right then and there.
"Yes, well, moving on from that, the ringleader in the attack, Shigaraki, apparently practices onmyodo, and since you're the most proficient practitioner of the art in the world, we were hoping that you could help us profile Shigaraki, maybe even help us track him down." There was silence on the other end, far too much silence than Kayama was used to getting from that woman.
"Wow, you fought an evil onmyoji? That's crazy!" Watahashi said, acting as if she never stopped talking. "Well Nedzu-chan, that's certainly something worth looking into, but I don't know if I'd be willing to do it just because you asked me to. Now if it were Kayama-chan doing the asking, that'd be different." Once again, everyone turned towards Kayama. Kurile mouthed the word "Baby", and Kayama was forced to swallow her pride and fear—mostly fear.
"Please help us, Watahashi-sensei. You're the only one in the world great enough for this, so please, please help us," Kayama said.
"But of course!" Kayama wanted to throw up, but at least she got the job done. "I can't do it right now, though, considering I'm in Hell and everything."
"Put your personal stuff on the backburner. This is life and death here," Aizawa said.
"No, I mean that I'm literally in Hell, with a capital 'H', and everything. I'm not dead or anything—I have too much to do to die—I'm just in the middle of something important, but I should be done with all of that by next Tuesday."
"Okay, so next Tuesday, you can come to U.A. and—"
"I think not, Kayama-chan! I'm doing a lot of important stuff here, so once I'm back in the mortal plane, the last thing I'd want to do is go out anywhere. No, you and the children will all have to just come to me."
"Us and who now?" Kayama asked.
"The children, specifically the ones who were involved in that mess. I want you to bring them to my Isamu Academy so I can see what they have to offer the world. After all, if someone thought that they needed to die, then what they have to offer must be a lot, right?"
"That doesn't—"
"They'll be there," Nedzu said.
"Great! Oh, gotta go, Anton Arcane is summoning a horde of Un-Men to try and kill me. Talk to you later!" The line went dead, but Kayama knew better than to expect anything good from it.
"Well, Kayama-kun, it looks like you'll be leading a field trip to your old stomping grounds. It'll largely be serious business, but try to have fun with it!"
"R-Right," Kayama said. "Try", of course, was the operative word there.
Chapter 27: Adabana Necromancy (1)
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Midoriya was only a couple of hours into the school day, but it was already readily apparent that it was going to be far better a day than yesterday. He neither had dozens of students trying to size him up nor did he have to deal with Alexis in any way, shape or form. The latter he attributed to pure luck that he had no intention of questioning, the former he attributed to the idea that the prospect of seeing Tim Drake in person had more staying power than a desire to antagonize him.
Now that he was in alien studies, he could test that theory out while face-to-face with Kodai and Tsunotori.
"Gomennasai—Sorry!" Tsunotori said to him and Ashido the second they walked into the classroom. "Yesterday, Tetsutetsu-san said some mean things to you and your class and I couldn't stop him, so—"
"Tsunotori-san, it's fine. I mean, it could be better, but I know that you and Kodai-san don't think like that," Midoriya said.
"Yokatta!" Tsunotori breathed a sigh of relief while Kodai just nodded her head. "I was so scared you'd all stop liking us because of that. Monoma-san no baka."
"Come to think of it, that Tetsutetsu guy mentioned a 'Monoma', too. He one of your classmates?" Ashido asked.
"Umu—yes. Monoma-san's my vice-president, and ever since yesterday, he's been talking nonstop about how we can't let 1-nen A-gumi hog the spotlight when they don't deserve it."
"Since yesterday… wait, is this about how we've been in the news because of the USJ Incident?" Midoriya asked. Tsunotori nodded her head and cemented the feelings of annoyance Midoriya had started to feel. It took a special kind of pettiness to be mad at people for receiving attention because they tried their hardest to not be killed by an army of Villains.
"As both kurasu iincho—class president and your friend, I've been trying to get him to knock it off, but Monoma-san's karisuma sugiru—no, I mean karisuma ga ippai—wait, what's the right word—"
"He's a jerk," Kodai said.
"Works for me," Ashido said.
"Demo ne—E-Even still, the one good thing that's come out of Monoma-san is him pushing all of us to train super hard for the Sports Festival!" Tsunotori said. "Me and Kodai-san have really gotten a lot better with our Metahuman powers, and we're totally gonna buttobase—I mean—"
"Leave that one alone," Kodai said. Midoriya didn't get it, but before he could say anything, Kurile came into the room and class had started. Even with that, Tsunotori's comments were still swirling around in his head with no way of being stopped.
It was good to hear that she and her classmates were getting ready for the Sports Festival, so he needed to make sure he did everything he needed to, as well.
"That's why you need to get started on that speech," Kendou said. The school day had ended, and Midoriya found himself alone with Kendou on account of Yaoyorozu going to Todoroki's house, Iida going off to train, and Uraraka hanging out with Hadou. "As I said, the top performer of the grade always has to give a speech, and if you barely faked your way through talking to a few hundred people, I don't have much confidence in you being able to talk to several thousand completely off the cuff."
"M-Me, neither. The thought of it has actually kept me up at night several times," Midoriya said. "But I've been trying to do something about it, so I've been working on a speech since the first day of school!"
"Would have been better if you got started on it a year ago, but let's hear what you got so far." Midoriya pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. Both sides were covered in small notes and crossed-out words, a visual testament to the time and effort Midoriya had put into it.
"Webster's dictionary defines 'competition' as—" Kendou took the paper out of his hands and tore it to shreds. "W-Why did you do that?!"
"Because it was terrible," Kendou stated.
"I-I didn't even finish the first sentence!"
"You didn't need to, I could tell it was going to be bad. I mean, 'Webster's dictionary defines—'? That is the Fairy Tail of speech openings; it accomplishes nothing, yet people keep acting like it's cool, even though there's no good reason for it."
"That's kind of a weird metaphor. Wait, or is that an analogy? No, the real main point is that I don't know what to do now!" Kendou shook her head and sighed.
"I should have known this would happen. Don't worry. I'll work with you to make a speech that'll pull at everyone's heartstrings."
"Kendou-san, you don't—"
"I do and I will, so let's go!" The place they ended up going to was a nearby Starman-bucks. There, they spent a good amount of time talking about the speech, talking about school, and talking about random things, in general. All in all, Midoriya felt that it was a good way to spend an afternoon.
"Okay, I think I'm ready to go again, but just give me a second to—"
"And kick!" In spite of Kirishima's protests, Ashido ended up kicking him hard enough in the face to send him back towards the wall of the training room, even with him using his Quirk at full force. "How was that?"
"Pretty much what I expected." It really was. After all, he wouldn't have been jealous of her if she didn't have a good Quirk. "Okay, I think I'm gonna hit the salmon ladder. We can get back to this in a bit, okay?"
"You're the boss, man. Bossman. You do you, yeah." Kirishima went to do just that by getting on the salmon ladder at one of the rare instances of it being free.
It had only been two days since Kirishima resolved to strengthen his original resolve to become stronger, and he had no reason not to think that things weren't going well. He wasn't doing much that was different from his typical training regimen, but the new attitude he had for it made it feel twice as effective. Ashido being there was a great help as well; she was surprised to learn that he was being literal when he asked her to kick him in the face, but fortunately, it didn't take very long for her to be okay with the idea.
"Hey, you've done, like, a dozen run-throughs of the salmon ladder. You want me to kick you or not?"
"Yeah, I'm ready!" Kirishima jumped off the salmon ladder and activated his Quirk; he did it too early and made a dent in the floor that, hopefully, no one would notice. "Okay, hit me!" And she did, though that time, Kirishima was ready for it, and he was able to brace himself enough to not go flying nearly as far. "All right! That's what I'm talking about!"
"Your nose is bleeding."
"It is? Well, good! No pain, no gain, no agony, no bragony!"
"Okay, I know I'm at the bottom of the class, but I'm pretty sure 'bragony' isn't a word."
"It'll have to do, so let's go again!" Ashido shrugged her shoulders and kicked Kirishima in the face again. That time, he was able to stand his ground without moving at all. "Yes!"
"Yeah, I actually felt a little knockback from that one. Think it's about time I start adding onto the combo, right?"
"Totally. No better way to get ready for the Sports Festival than kicking it up all the notches!" Kirishima let out a hearty laugh, one he expected Ashido to join in on, but to his surprise, she stayed silent through its duration.
"Hey, we're both going to do great at the Sports Festival, right?"
"Of course. I mean, I gotta do everything I can to be up to snuff, but you'll probably do a great job no matter what. Why do you ask?"
"Um, no reason. Thanks." Ashido smiled, loaded three kicks into her combo, and hit him square in the face with a luminescent kick. It sent him flying into the wall, and by the time he made an impact against it, he had nearly forgotten about Ashido's odd bit of silence.
A large part of him hoped that that was him being sentimental and not him having a concussion.
No matter how many times Uraraka found herself in there, the Mud Room never ceased to amaze her. Being able to create any environment you wanted to be in at the blink of an eye seemed like something you needed magic to achieve, but the Mud Room was purely the product of science, a true testament to the genius of Tim Drake. It also felt like the kind of luxury that only the wealthy would be allowed to indulge in, so her being able to stand in it was a true testament to how lucky she was to be able to be at U.A.
Another day of school had come and gone, and since Hadou, Togata, and Amajiki all had a day off from their respective internships, the Monstars sans Yaoyorozu and the Big Three got together for some training in the Mud Room, the room now made to mirror the same boxing stadium where the Martian Manhunter famously fought Muhammad Ali. Midoriya was doing some training while the rest of them watched, but surprisingly, his partner for the day was Amajiki, not Togata.
"A-Amajiki-senpai, are you sure you want to keep going?" Midoriya asked. "Training", as it turned out, was rather subjective, as Midoriya's overwhelming power allowed him to knock Amajiki to the floor, no matter what he threw at him. Uraraka could have done without the reminder of how difficult the Sports Festival was going to be.
"Positive," Amajiki said. He stood up, turned his fist into a giant walnut, and threw a punch at Midoriya. Midoriya blocked it with one hand and flipped Amajiki flat on his back. "I feel like dying, but I still want to keep going."
"Really? I mean, talking about stuff is your thing and fighting is Togata-senpai's thing, right? Isn't that the dynamic we have?"
"I know, but I want to mix it up, even at the detriment to myself. You're not the only one who wants to do well at the Sports Festival, you know."
"Wait, you're not going to just give up in the first round like before?" Amajiki turned away from Midoriya to face a corner post.
"Fat Gum will probably ask me to be his Sidekick when I graduate, so I thought it'd be fine if I went 0-3 for good performances at the Sports Festival. But I-I don't want to look lame in front of my juniors, especially the one who's supposed to be looking at me for guidance. So… I want to be able to put in more effort."
"B-Because of me? I'm flattered, but I'm also kind of embarrassed." Midoriya rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish grin. If Uraraka was in his position, she'd probably do the same.
"Me too!" Togata said. "I wanna try and get through just one Sports Festival where I don't lose because I spend too much time picking up my pants." He shouldn't need motivation for that, but Uraraka was happy to hear it, nonetheless.
"Oh, me too! I want Uraraka-san to see me be super cool, so I'm going to stay super focused on everything I do and—oh, a ladybug! Yay! I want it to fly into my hand!" Hadou jumped out of her seat to chase after the ladybug, so Uraraka was free to feel flustered without drawing attention to herself.
"Same here!" Uraraka said, forgetting that she was trying to not draw attention to herself. "I-I wanna do a great job, too, so I'm gonna go Plus Ultra on everyone! YEAH!" Uraraka pumped her fist in the air, and for some reason, the last word was said in English.
"I must say Uraraka-kun, you have been surprisingly energetic about competing in the Sports Festival," Iida said.
"Yeah, it's weird that you aren't a nervous wreck about all of this. What, does the fact that doing well here could earn you a ton of cash trump all of that?" Kendou asked.
In response to Kendou hitting the nail on the head, Uraraka's body froze and she nearly fell over.
"Shit, I'm sorry! I was just joking because you're always choosing the cheapest stuff at cafes and you talk about how you go after the best bargains at the supermarket—"
"I-It's fine, Kendou-san! You just caught me off guard, that's all! Things that resemble the truth will do that to you, and it's my fault for never telling you guys why I wanted to be a Hero."
"So you really want to be a Hero just to make money?" Midoriya asked. Everyone was looking at her; she felt like she was on the trial of the century.
"I-I mean, it's not like I only care about living in luxury like Mount Lady or Big Science Action or… or, um… you know, the Green Lantern who dresses in blue and yellow? I'm not like that! It's just that, well, my parents run a construction company that's been in the red since I was a kid, so I thought that if I became a Hero, I could make enough money to help them out."
"And you kept that noble dream of yours in mind even when you spent all those years without powers? That is truly remarkable, Uraraka-kun!" Iida said.
"Yeah, real remarkable. My parents didn't think so, though. They thought that it was a bad idea—thought it was a stupid idea—to try and be a Hero when I had been a Metahuman for all of five minutes." All of a sudden, everything was flowing out like running water and wouldn't stop. "Some other stuff was going on at the time, but we still got into a big fight about it, one thing lead to another, and, well, I haven't actually seen them in over a year." The looks on her friends' faces were why she wished that she could just stop talking. "S-So that's it. I want to be a Hero so I can make money for my parents and so... so I can show them that they were wrong about me. I don't care if that's selfish, that's just what I want to do!" If this was the trial of the century, then now was the time when the jury would state their verdict.
Going by Hadou jumping on to her while calling out her name, it seemed to be a rather ideal one for a variety of reasons.
"Uraraka-san, you're so unbelievable; I'm drowning in the wake of your determination!" Hadou said. "I wanna cry for you and cheer you on all at once! Can I do that? I want to do that, so I'm gonna do that!"
"Y-Yeah, go ahead." Uraraka was to distracted by various things to protest. "I'm sorry for putting so much heavy stuff on you guys. Stupid stuff, too."
"Don't apologize for your life, Uraraka-san. The money stuff is one thing, but there's nothing wrong with wanting to be a Hero to tell someone that you have the right to it," Midoriya said.
"You're trying your best, and that's all anyone who's here needs to do," Togata said.
"Yeah, so just give showing your parents up everything you got. We're with you all the way," Kendou said. Uraraka didn't want to look at it that way, but the sentiment was appreciated, nonetheless. Amajiki mumbled something that sounded slightly positive, but the sentiment was appreciated, nonetheless. Iida kept belting out cheers of encouragement that had started to verge on annoying, but the sentiment was appreciated, nonetheless. Hadou kept hugging her and saying that she was rooting for her to succeed, and the sentiment was definitely appreciated.
It felt good to have people who supported her again.
"No. That doesn't make sense, either."
"Look at it from my perspective."
"That's what I'm doing, and it's still ridiculous."
"Then you're doing it wrong." At that point, Yaoyorozu rolled her eyes for the tenth time that day. Todoroki truly had no intention of putting an ounce of logic into his various theories, and it was starting to lose its initial charm. Of all the ways to spend a Sunday, she chose this.
"Okay, look here," Todoroki said, pointing back to the board in the middle of his room that wouldn't have been out of place in A Beautiful Mind. "We both know that Midoriya is incredibly, amazingly, and annoyingly strong, right? So why has no one ever heard about him until this year? Because he didn't exist in this year before this year."
"Time travel, then? But Bakugou-san grew up with him."
"Anyone can be made to say anything. Or programmed to say anything."
"So he's a robot, now?"
"His robotic bodyguard created to protect him from… something. Whatever sort of threat that… the Green Lantern who dresses in blue and yellow thought Midoriya needed to be protected from. Now I haven't actually done a lot of research on temporal threats—"
"Todoroki-san, please listen to yourself. Do you not feel like this is even a little bit far fetched?" Todoroki stared at Yaoyorozu for a second before turning back to the board.
"Maybe Bakugou isn't a robot, and maybe I can at least put a pin in the time travel stuff. It's not fully off the table, though. Maybe. I don't know. Is this what cabin fever is like?"
"Most likely, yes." Todoroki let out a sigh and fell onto his bed. As always, the surprisingly comical side to him never ceased to amuse her.
"I want to go back to school."
"Would you even try to get along with the rest of the class?"
"I don't know, maybe? We'll see how it goes."
"Well, you're not that bad a person, so I hope it goes well." Todoroki didn't respond to Yaoyorozu, opting only to stare at his ceiling in silence. That was the Todoroki the rest of the class knew, the boy who kept to himself and never so much as tried to let anyone in. Only Yaoyorozu knew that there was more to him—not a lot more at the moment, but at least there was something that made him just a little bit approachable.
When she said that she hoped it went well, she was being completely sincere about it.
"'Now let's all go out there and make this day a slam dunk.'" Midoriya let out a breath and put his cue cards on his desktop. He looked up at his friends with a mixture of hope and anticipation, the former being the one he wanted to come out.
"Still crap," Kendou said, dashing all of his hopes and dreams aside in one fell swoop. "Did you even look at the notes I gave you yesterday?"
"I thought it was an excellent speech. One truly worthy of praise and admiration!" Iida said.
"Then why don't I feel like crying? You can't call a speech great if it doesn't make you want to cry. It can be entertaining, sure, but Midoriya needs to go for gasps here."
"Does he, though?" Uraraka asked.
"Yeah, do I, though?" Midoriya asked.
"If you want to wow the world, you do," Kendou said. That certainly wasn't an inaccurate assessment of what Midoriya wanted to do. With all the showstoppers who would be showing up at the Sports Festival just to get a look at him—most of whom only he was aware of—he needed to make the best first impression he could manage. The specific reasons might have been different from what Kendou was driving at, but it was still important, nonetheless.
Speaking of showstoppers, Todoroki entered the classroom for the first time in nearly a week and silenced everyone with his presence. All eyes were on him, and all eyes had to have seen that he had the same look of disinterest he had the last time they saw him.
"Todoroki-san, you aren't wearing your eyepatch anymore." Yaoyorozu seemed to be a possible exception to that.
"Yeah. My eye still hurts a little, but it's fine enough for me to not need my eyepatch anymore," Todoroki said.
"That's good to hear." Yaoyorozu also seemed to be oblivious to the looks many people were giving her. She had said that she was spending some time talking with Todoroki whenever she'd drop off his homework, but seeing it in person must have felt rather surreal. For as much as he tried to act like he didn't have a problem with Todoroki, Midoriya certainly thought something along those lines.
Todoroki stared at Midoriya for a brief moment before turning away and sitting down behind him. After another moment of silence, Uraraka stepped over to him and slammed her hands on his desktop.
"What do you want?" Todoroki asked.
"Are you really just going to walk in like nothing happened?" Uraraka asked.
"I was trying to, in all honesty."
"You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?! Walking in here and not even saying a word to Midoriya-kun!"
"U-Uraraka-san, please!" Midoriya said.
"He almost died because he had to cover for you being a jerk, and you don't even care!"
"Uraraka-san, really, it's fine!"
"See. No need to fight someone else's battles when you can't even fight your own," Todoroki said. Midoriya turned around to glare at Todoroki. Even his civility had its limits, and that line from Todoroki was enough to break them.
"Everyone sit down, please." Before anything could happen, Yamashiro stepped into the classroom, Aizawa being dragged along in his sleeping bag as she did so. As Aizawa was stuffed into a corner, everyone who was still standing around sat down—Uraraka stomping towards her desk as she did so—and Midoriya quickly turned around towards the front of the class, catching a disappointed look from Yaoyorozu as he did.
"Welcome back, Todoroki. I hope you used your time away to properly reflect on your actions," Yamashiro said. Todoroki didn't respond and barely even looked at her. Yamashiro looked like she was going to run away for a second, but she steeled herself and stood her ground. "Now then, Todoroki's return is actually well-timed with something that was just finalized." Midoriya and others leaned in with anticipation. "We're going on a field trip."
""More mundane stuff!"" various members of the class shouted.
"This class has been invited to Isamu Academy for a training exercise with some of their students tomorrow. The exercise will run for the duration of the day, and in addition to Aizawa and myself, All Might and Midnight will also be present to oversee things." The enthusiasm from a lot of the class died down a bit, but not in Midoriya. Isamu might not be as famous as U.A. or Shiketsu, but it was still the number one Hero School for magic in all of Asia, and they were about to visit it barely a month into their first year of school. It was hard for Midoriya to not be excited about that.
"Since U.A. wasn't built very close to any major Ley lines, magic isn't a big focus of the curriculum, so this is a rare opportunity for you all to experience something that probably only Tokoyami has a great deal of familiarity with. Please do not squander this rare opportunity." Yamashiro took a step away from the podium but ran back to it when Aizawa let out a fake cough. "O-Oh, right, I forgot. As I said, U.A. doesn't have an extensive magic program, and because of that, the two magic users from class 1-B will be joining us on the trip."
A lot of the class groaned and threw out protests, no doubt in response to what happened the previous week. Midoriya didn't care; the news was too exciting for him to be caught up in something that petty.
For some reason, it appeared that—based on her smile—Tsuyu felt the same way.
"Your friend from junior high goes to Isamu?" Midoriya asked Tsuyu after homeroom had ended. There was a small crowd of people looking for an answer to the same question.
"That's right, ribbit," Tsuyu said. "Isamu's pretty far away from U.A. and they make students stay in dorms with a curfew, so I thought I wouldn't get to see her again until summer break. I'm really excited to catch up with her." The look on her face would have made that obvious to anyone. "You guys want to see a picture?"
"Of course!" Uraraka said. Tsuyu pulled out her phone and handed it to Uraraka after a few seconds. Uraraka took a single look at it and her face made it look like Tsuyu had pulled up a pornographic image on her phone. Midoriya sincerely hoped that that wasn't the case as he leaned over to look at the phone. There he saw a picture of a slightly younger Tsuyu wearing what he presumed to be the sailor uniform of her junior high school standing next to an ordinary girl.
Ordinary aside from having the head of a snake.
"S-So this is your friend, then?" Midoriya asked.
"Yep. That's my best friend from junior high, Habuko Mongoose-chan," Tsuyu said. Midoriya shouldn't have been surprised, yet he still let it happen.
"So does she look like that because of her Quirk?" Jirou asked.
"No, her mom is a naga," Tsuyu said.
"You mean those half-snake demons?" Kendou asked. Tsuyu nodded her head. "A snake girl named mongoose and a family full of scorpions. It's like everyone who loves her was born to be her natural enemy."
"I've long since accepted the irony, ribbit," Tsuyu said.
"She's pretty hot," Mineta said. Tsuyu hit him on the head with her tongue. "Fine, fine. Wait, was she hatched from an egg or something?"
"You know, that's actually a funny story." Tsuyu started telling her tale, but Midoriya's mind went elsewhere. The comment about Mongoose's physical appearance not being because of her Quirk made him think about something he hadn't given much consideration to.
"Tokoyami-kun, what's your Quirk?" Midoriya asked.
"I have none," Tokoyami said while staring out the window.
"Y-You don't? Then why does your head look like that?" Tokoyami kept staring out the window; Midoriya could feel an air of sadness coming from his body.
"I wonder why." That was the end of the conversation.
Itsuka Kendou didn't consider herself a person who lived completely by logic, but she wasn't one to call herself superstitious. She walked under ladders without fear of getting hexed; she tipped her hat—literal or otherwise—to black cats that would pass her by; even if the circumstances of her life made it rather complicated, she stepped on cracks without worrying about breaking her mother's back. None of those things were the things that could bother Kendou.
Even still, she found herself taking pause as she went for her shoes that morning. They were the same flats she always wore to school, but for some reason, the shoelace on her left shoe was torn apart. Such a thing shouldn't have been possible, though; the shoelace was in perfect condition just yesterday, and there was no sign of it being cut up or chewed on by something sharp; it was broken in a way that made it seem like it was simply natural for it to be broken.
Just like what had happened on the day of the USJ Incident. The day where Midoriya was nearly killed by the League of Villains.
Well, it's probably nothing, Kendou thought as she removed her shoelaces. I was right about it being cool to wear shoes without shoelaces, so that's good. And this will be good, too. I mean, just because this happened on the same day that Midoriya almost got killed doesn't mean that this actually means anything, right? No, of course, it doesn't. It doesn't!
Kendou was certainly trying to convince someone of that.
Midoriya woke up bright and early in anticipation of the day set out for him and the rest of the class. On his way to class, he ran into Kendou who gave him a surprisingly mixed expression, but he was too excited about going to Isamu to pay it much mind.
After a quick homeroom, Midoriya and the rest of the class gathered their costumes and made their way to the entrance to wait for Yamashiro to come by with the bus. Midoriya was feeling an understandable sense of deja vu, but he told himself to relax. Nothing bad was going to happen, he told himself. It was going to be a normal day, he told himself.
"I am here to tell you that I'll see you all later!" All Might said to the class. "I have some business to take care of at Isamu unrelated to today's exercise, so I'm heading there early and will join you before the day is done!"
Right, that makes sense, Midoriya thought. I'm sure All Might would have liked to ride along with us, but he can't waste his time on a bus ride. All Might jumped inside of his beat-up car and drove away from the school. Smoke quickly started funneling out of the car. People were quick to say that his car broke down, but Midoriya knew that it was just his Quirk deactivating.
A few seconds later, the car came to a halt and All Might—still in his transformed state—stepped out to bang his fists against the hood of the car.
"Should we do something about that?" Sero asked.
"He's fine; probably wouldn't want our help, anyway." The response came from none other than Midnight. It was still early in the morning where people were still getting to where they needed to be, yet she still kept to her moniker of the Naughty Witch Hero by dressing in an outfit that included a short, yellow, feathered cape that hung over an even shorter white, feathered dress, one with a long, V-shaped cleavage window, form-fitting stockings with thigh lining garter belts, and a gloved hand with what looked like a riding crop wrapped around it.
"More importantly, I hope you children are fully ready for today," Midnight said as All Might fixed his car enough to at least keep driving away. "Isamu might not be as big as some of the other schools, but you should all be old enough to know that size doesn't matter. What they lack in size they more than make up for in technique, and believe me when I say that you're going to have everything squeezed out of you until you're all as dry as a bone, no matter how big the bone might be."
It was moments like these that made Midoriya remember why he didn't like art class that much and why it was Mineta's favorite class.
"Anyway, the bus should be here soon, and I do believe I hear Aizawa coming in with our guests for the day."
"Party crashers is more like it," Mineta said. "Those Class B jerks have a lot of nerve wanting to but in on our fun after talking smack about us. Why, I outta—outta give them a big ol' welcome from all of us!"
Going by Mineta's speech, Midoriya had a feeling that knew what was going on, but he still looked over to see Aizawa walking over with a girl in tow, said girl having long, green hair that looked like thorny vines.
"All right, these are the magic users of 1-B—wait, where's Komori?" Aizawa asked.
"I believe she separated from us in order to make a grander entrance," the girl with the thorny hair said.
"Whatever. Have fun. Or don't. I honestly don't care what you do," Aizawa said before he and Midnight walked away from the group.
"Good morning to all of you," the girl with the thorny hair said. "My name is Ibara Shiozaki. I pray that we are able to get along as we move through another of the Lord's blessed days."
The Lord? Midoriya thought. Other people in the class looked puzzled, but before anyone could say anything, Shiozaki stepped over to Tokoyami, of all people.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Tokoyami-san. Will your Genie be joining us?"
"He will, but you know that I prefer to only let him out when it's absolutely necessary," Tokoyami said. "...This is hardly necessary, so be quiet."
"Always with the comedy routine."
"It's more of a dark comedy."
"Just wait a minute! Tokoyami, you're all chummy with a babe like this?! How?!" Mineta asked before Jirou stabbed him in the head with one of her jacks.
"All magic wielders are required to take the same courses here, so I've been associated with Shiozaki and Komori from day one."
"It also helps that Tokoyami-san and I have similar origins for our abilities," Shiozaki said, her hair moving about on its own as she did. "Knock that off, please."
"Great. Now we got two weirdos," Jirou said.
"More like two weirdos and a Super Star!" Without warning, a giant mushroom shot out of the ground. It exploded into a rain of mushroom-shaped gummies, and in the middle of that rain of candy—standing on top of a bedazzled stool—was a short girl with brown hair and brown eyes with X-shaped pupils doing a fanciful pose. "Good morning 1-A, it's Magic Mushroom Girl Kinoko Komori! How are we all doing today?"
"Fuck! One of them got in my eye! Thanks a lot, Fungal Bitch!" Bakugou said.
"Well, you're just full of shiitake mushrooms, aren't you?" Komori hopped off of her stool and started jumping around and shaking everyone's hands. By the time she got to Midoriya, Midoriya had already eaten the gummies he had managed to catch and figured out the familiarity of their flavor.
"Wait, it's you! You're the girl who found my phone during the opening ceremonies!" Midoriya said.
"Yeppero! No need to thank me; just doing what any sort of Rising Star would do. Though I won't object if you do decide to pile it on." Komori had her chest puffed out with pride.
"Komori-san, please stop engaging in such blasphemous behavior. You will incur the wrath of God if you so wholeheartedly embrace one of the Deadly Enemies of Man," Shiozaki said.
"Shiozaki-kun, that is going too far! Even if God did exist, I doubt that he would fault Komori-kun for such a small amount of self-indulgence. However, if you're going to be self-congratulatory, you should save it for a far bigger and more well-deserved accomplishment, something that will surely happen to you one day," Iida said. The second his spiel ended, Komori started laughing. "I-I wasn't trying to be funny."
"That's what makes it so great! Man, Monoma had you 1-A guys pegged wrong; you're all super great!"
"And you appear to be an upstanding person, yourself, Komori-kun." Komori laughed again.
Midoriya really did have nothing to worry about. Nothing bad was going to happen, he reminded himself. It was going to be a normal day, he reminded himself.
After Shiozaki and Komori arrived, it didn't take long for Yamashiro to arrive with the bus, and much to Iida's joy, it was the kind of bus that allowed for assigned seating. With him being class president, everyone eventually conceded to the system he proposed—one that was too arduous to repeat—and they were on their way to Isamu Academy.
"So your magic lets you control your hair as a weapon, Shiozaki-san?" Midoriya asked in his seat next to Kirishima. "Yes, that would explain the weird way it was moving when we were waiting for the bus. Since it looks like thorns, I imagine that it must have a certain amount of cutting power, and it's probably very durable since it'd need to be stronger than normal hair to be effective. You also said that your magic was similar to Tokoyami-kun's, but Tskymi behaves completely differently from what your hair was doing. What's the connection between the two—"
"Midoriya, turn it down a notch," Kendou said, her seat behind Midoriya and next to Ashido. "We want the girl to like us, remember?" Midoriya went red in the face in response.
"No, it's all right," Shiozaki said. "Midoriya-san, your assessments about the strength of my hair were correct, and as for why it's similar to Tokoyami-san's magic, I guess you could say that it possesses a degree of sentience for, well, for reasons I can't go into right now. Regardless, I'm quite thankful for these abilities that I was blessed with, for I don't believe I would have made it into U.A. if I only had my Quirk to rely upon."
"Really? What is it?" Midoriya asked.
"Okay, um, does anyone have anything possessing a malignant odor?"
"Aoyama, you got any smelly cheese on you?" Ashido asked.
"It would be strange if I didn't, after all," Aoyama said, opening up a fancifully wrapped box that quickly released a heavy odor into the air.
"I instantly regret this." Ashido, with one hand clasped around her nose, took the box and handed it to Shiozaki. Shiozaki put a palm over the box and from her hand came a light green mist that covered the box. When it faded, the smelly odor vanished and Shiozaki handed the box back to Ashido.
"Oh my God, this smells amazing!" Ashido said before handing the box back to Aoyama.
"The flavor is kind of ruined, though," Aoyama said as he ate the once smelly cheese.
Ibara Shiozaki! Quirk: Smell the Roses! Shiozaki is able to release a gaseous substance from her hands that makes anything it comes into contact with smell like roses for twelve hours, and it also has the side effect of always making her smell good! She can run out of the stuff if she uses it too much, but a quick glass of water will fix that in a jiffy!
"This is the greatest Quirk in human history," Uraraka said.
"Come on, you don't need to flatter me," Shiozaki said.
"Who's flattering you? A Quirk that can make a girl smell good all the time, even when they're drenched in sweat? I'd trade Quirks with you in a heartbeat!" Ashido said.
"Then again, it's not like both smells don't have their advantages," Mineta said.
"Did you miss the part where we're trying to get these people to like us?" Jirou asked.
"Well," Shiozaki said, "I don't know if I like it invoking such feelings of envy—"
"Well deserved ones!" Hagakure said.
"—then I can consider this a fortuitous blessing from the Lord."
"That's one way of looking at it," Tokoyami said from the seat next to Shiozaki.
"'Fortuitous'. Ha! Shiozaki, you always spit out the best lines. You gotta do some writing for the drama club, some time," Komori said.
"Oh my God! I forgot that All Might asked me to join the drama club! Komori-kun, please tell me that there are still openings in the establishment!" Iida said from the seat next to her.
"Don't know off the top of my head, but I'm the secretary, so I think I have enough abusable power to do something. It'd be pretty fun to have a guy like you around, too." From there, Iida gave Komori a very animated thanks.
"Wasn't All Might joking when he said that?" Kirishima whispered.
"Maybe? I don't think any of us need to get involved," Midoriya whispered back. Kirishima shrugged his shoulders and turned around to talk about something with Ashido. At that point, nearly everybody on the bus was caught up in conversation with someone.
It was also at that point when Midoriya's phone released a specific ringtone that told him a very specific person was calling him, so he put on his Beats by Canary headphones and got ready to talk.
"THIS GIRL INTRIGUES ME GREATLY, KAL-EL," K.E.L.E.X. said.
"Komori-san? Yeah, she's pretty weird, but she seems like a good person. I really want to know more about how her magic works," Midoriya whispered.
"NOT HER, THE INDIVIDUAL DESIGNATED AS IBARA SHIOZAKI. BASED ON HER VOCABULARY, WOULD IT BE SAFE TO ASSUME THAT SHE IS A CHRISTIAN?"
"Seems like it. What's so interesting about that?"
"I FIND IT INTERESTING BECAUSE OF HOW UNEXPECTED THE EXISTENCE OF SUCH AN INDIVIDUAL AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE IS. FROM THE RESEARCH I HAVE DONE ON THIS PLANET'S HISTORY, CHRISTIANITY IS LARGELY SEEN AS A DEAD RELIGION IN MODERN DAY, AND IT IS PRIMARILY OLDER GENERATIONS WHO STILL FEEL THE NEED TO PRACTICE IT. FOR SUCH A YOUTHFUL PERSON TO BE SO DEVOUT TOWARDS SOMETHING THE MAJORITY OF THE POPULATION HAVE NO INTEREST IN IS INTRIGUING."
Midoriya didn't see it that way, but that might have been because he grew up with that being the norm. When Heroes first became a thing, people like Wonder Woman, Doctor Fate, Cernunnos, and Gilgamesh brought with them the reality that various Gods of myth were, in fact, living entities. From there, more and more Gods and being of legend came out into the open until virtually every deity was proven to exist.
Every deity except the Christian God. No matter which pantheons and faiths revealed themselves to the world, the Christian God never made His presence known. Some people who claimed to be angels or devils or contracted with angels or devils, but they were brushed off as delusional or simply misinterpreting the nature of their powers. Over time, more and more people started getting fed up with how Christianity never had any true vindication, and in the present day, it's typically just the older and heavily devout worshipers who put any stock in Christianity. Midoriya was born well after the downfall of the religion stopped being a big thing of note, so when it became apparent that Shiozaki was a Christian, he—along with other people in his class—didn't think much about it outside of it being a little peculiar.
There was a good reason for why he should be paying more attention to religion, however.
"Hey, my mother was the Head Priestess of Raoism, right? What other religions did they practice on Krypton?"
"A WIDE VARIETY, KAL-EL. FOR EXAMPLE, AFTER RAOISM, ONE OF THE MORE POPULAR FAITHS WAS THE ONE CELEBRATING RAO'S MOST NOTEWORTHY CHILDREN, NIGHTWING AND FLAMEBIRD. NIGHTWING WAS A GOD WHO LIVED IN THE SHADOWS OF THE COSMOS AND PURGED THE EVILS THAT MADE THAT THEIR HOME…"
After an hour of driving, the bus stopped at what Midoriya assumed to be the location of Isamu Academy. The keyword was "assumed" because when Midoriya looked around downtown Jieda, all he saw was cityscape as far as the eye could see.
"Hey! Over here!" Someone called out to them, and Midoriya's jaw dropped when he caught sight of the individual. The speaker, who had been standing an out of place hot dog cart, was a foreigner who held a wooden staff, had a full beard and long hair and wore little more than a red and yellow garment and a large yarmulke.
"Oh my God, it's you! The Holy Hero, Seraph!" Midoriya shouted. "I can't believe you're here in Japan! You usually operate in Europe and the Middle East with Hayoth fighting against people like Kobra and Queen Bee!"
"Well, it's good to know that I have some fans here!" Seraph said with a laugh. "Though I guess you aren't a super fan, because if you were, you'd know that I started teaching at Isamu this year. Though I guess it's understandable if that got overshadowed by All Might."
Does that mean we get to work with someone like Seraph? Us?! With Seraph?! Midoriya thought, his head rife with screams.
"Well, looks like we've got a pretty good group here. Ibara-chan, is that you? I guess you really did decide to go to U.A. over Isamu."
"I did, sir. As good a school as Isamu might have been for me, I felt like U.A. would be more beneficial to me in the long run. Plus, it's closer to my house," Shiozaki said.
"Well, it's just good to see you again. Speaking of which, long time no see, Kayama!" Seraph jumped over to Midnight and lifted her off the ground in a hug.
"As affectionate as ever, Chaim. And so strong, too. If there's anything a woman looks for in a man, it's that kind of massive power that just never lets up," Midnight said as Seraph put her down.
"Well with a girl like you around, it's easy for a guy to have the strength of a thousand men."
"Oh, stop."
"Oh, what's going on here, I wonder?" Ashido asked with a smirk, Kirishima rolling his eyes in response.
"Nothing but two old classmates having a bit of fun," Midnight said.
"Believe me, I wish there was some old history between us, but that never would have happened. I know Kayama has a bit of a reputation, but she was actually pretty shy in high school; she never once had a boyfriend!" Seraph said. Some of the group laughed in response, and Midnight got a bit red in the face. "Though if I'm remembering right, there was one guy you were pretty keen on up until graduation. What was his name again? Oh, right, Atsuhiro—"
"Okay, that's seriously enough," Midnight said. "So if you're meeting up with us, does that mean Watahashi-sensei is—"
"If we hurry, we can get all of this done before she leaves her office."
"Great! Let's go!" Midoriya could see Aizawa rolling his eyes.
"Um, Ms. Midnight, where are we supposed to go?" Midoriya asked. "I don't see anything that looks like a school. Do we have to keep walking or something?" Seraph let out a small laugh.
"Riddle me this, kid: why would you expect a school of magic to display itself in a normal way?" Seraph asked. Midoriya didn't understand the question, and Seraph didn't look like he was going to elaborate. He just turned towards the out of place hot dog cart and quickly rattled off something in a language he couldn't begin to understand. The last word in the mysterious language was shouted at the top of his lungs as he pointed a finger at the out of place hot dog cart.
From there, things became truly bizarre. Not only did the hot dog cart vanish, but several blocks worth of buildings in its immediate area disappeared as well in a burst of black and white cubes. The cubes floated in the air and bounced around into random points in space like they were hitting glass, and each impact resulted in an otherwise blank scenery being painted with something vibrant and material. Green grass replaced cold concrete; towering trees replaced blinding buildings; the buzz of the cityscape was replaced with otherworldly moaning. Finally, after a minute of all of that, Midoriya and the rest of the group bore witness to the true setting before them: a grassy field covered in browning trees completely out of season that surrounded a giant turtle with an elaborate stone castle on its back.
"Welcome to Asia's premier school of magic, Isamu Academy," Seraph said, the statement being met with a wide variety of excitement. "Well, it's no fun to just stand there, so let's go in!" The giant turtle took two steps forward and bent its head down to the ground, most likely an attempt at creating a ramp for them to climb. "Oh, almost forgot." Seraph snapped his fingers, and in everyone's hands appeared a small slip of paper.
"So what's this, our mantra?" Bakugou asked.
"The Wi-Fi password. We're not savages." Seraph waved his arm and everyone followed him up the turtle's head. If it wouldn't have been rude to do so, Midoriya would have run ahead of everyone and made sure he was the first one. This was one of the most exciting things he had ever seen in his life, and he wanted to see as much of it as he could.
He stopped for a brief second when he felt a strange tingle in his feet, but that did little to deter him.
"You know what? The surface world stinks," was what Lori Lemaris said as she floated along one of Isamu Academy's many rivers. Her eyes glanced at a ceiling covered in glowing stalactites, but that did nothing to elicit a response from her.
"The hell are you telling me for?" asked a gray-haired boy who stood nearby with a slight slouch. Lori didn't know if that was part of his delinquent persona or because he just had bad posture, but either way, it was something that needed correcting.
"Everything is just so… lame. You know what I mean, Romero?"
"Answer my question first, dammit!"
"I know King Orin encourages all of us to go out and do something on land, but it's super lame up here. Everything's too bright, hardly anything is as wet as it should be, and… some other third thing that goes along with my point. There's nothing exciting, nothing interesting—"
"Again, I don't care—"
"—nothing romantic."
"The hell?! What are you—wait, what's that?" There was a loud rumbling noise, but Lori didn't care. Whatever it was would work itself out, and she was in the middle of rattling off her grievances with life. It should have been obvious what took precedence.
"When I talk about 'romance', I mean it in both definitions. I want to have an adventure, and if I can, I want to have one with a handsome boy who sends my heart aflutter. That shouldn't be too much to ask for, but none of that's happening. Am I doing something wrong? Should I change my perfume? I thought concentrated starfish oil would be popular with boys, but I don't think it's working."
"I don't give a shit, now get out of there!" Romero was running for the exit as he shouted that, but Lori couldn't be bothered to ask for a reason. The weight of her boredom and disappointment with society kept her unable to move, and she was perfectly fine with that, even as the rumbling became louder.
All of a sudden, a large shadow was cast over her body. Lori looked up and saw a draconian behemoth made of stone with the word emet carved into its forehead staring down at her. It appeared that the source of the noise was a rogue golem; the artistry suggested that this was the work of a freshman biting off more than they could chew in their alchemy class.
Even with that, Lori just stared at it with a bored look on her face. Romero was already coming back, so he was going to try and start fighting it, and even if he wasn't, she could probably just destroy it if she really wanted to. This wasn't anything to make a big deal over, just like everything else in her life.
Then, out of nowhere, the golem was shattered to pieces. Romero didn't do it, Lori definitely didn't do it, yet it was still something that happened. The reason for it happening soon became clear to Lori: a freckle-faced boy with a spit curl flew in out of nowhere and destroyed the golem with a single punch. That much was obvious from a single glance, yet even after that, Lori found that she couldn't stop staring at the boy. His looks—and they were certainly good looks—aside, he moved with a beautiful energy, he surged with a radiant force, the very sight of him lit a spark inside Lori that she didn't understand but welcomed with all of her heart.
"Are you all right, miss?" he asked as he touched down on the ground. Lori felt a cold sweat coming on, felt like time was coming to a standstill, felt like the cosmos were being rewritten in front of her very eyes. In an instant, she understood everything about the spark and everything else that had gone through her head. This was it. This was what she was looking for. This was what was missing from her time on the surface world.
"This is a true romance," Lori said.
"W-What? What do you—" Lori jumped out of the river—a simple task when she was still in her aquatic form—and silenced the boy that ignited so many feelings with a kiss. It was a Hero's reward, but at the same time, it was a sign that she had found the romance she was looking for.
The next thing she needed to figure out was the meaning behind the look that an orange-haired girl with a ponytail was giving her.
I'm only saying this because I accidentally caused some problems with this before, but anything said about religion in this chapter does not reflect my personal views on the subject. The stuff that was talked about in that one scene is simply how I feel things would play out, given the information provided by the comics. Nothing more, nothing less. With that being said, have fun reacting to this.
Chapter 28: Adabana Necromancy (2)
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Chapter 29: Adabana Necromancy (3)
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“Tsuyu-chan, you’re really here! Yay!”
“I missed you, Habuko-chan!” After everyone finished changing into their costumes, Seraph brought them all to a large forest-like area within the school where the students they’d be working with were waiting for them. Among the people waiting for them, Midoriya recognized Tsuyu's friend Habuko Mongoose, her costume being a blue bodysuit with snake-like designs to match her head and Naga heritage, and Tsuyu ran up to hug her the second she caught sight of her. It felt a little much, but Midoriya was just happy that someone was feeling happy.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road, boys and girls!” Seraph said. “Guests from U.A. High, allow me to introduce—oh, looking good, Ibara-chan!”
“Thank you for the compliment, sir,” Shiozaki said. Shiozaki’s costume had her standing barefoot and wearing a short-sleeved gold dress patterned with white rose petals and a red sash. Her hair morphed into a hand giving a thumbs up in response to Seraph’s comment.
“Where was I? Right. Guests from U.A. High, allow me to introduce the students of our illustrious Isamu Academy who will be working with you today. These five are first years like all of you, and they come straight from one of our five Hero classes, the Void Class. First, there’s Habuko Mongoose, who one of you seems to already be familiar with.” After Seraph brought it up, Tsuyu and Mongoose ended their embrace and Tsuyu hopped back over to the class. “Next we have Dadan Tadan.”
“H-Hello. I’m Da—wait, he already said my name. O-Oh bother.” The one who spoke was a heavyset boy with a small tuft of brown hair. His face was drenched in sweat, and his body was dressed in a form-fitting metallic suit with red target marks spread around the body.
“Then we have the Void Class’ class president, Kashiko Sekigai!”
“A pleasure to meet you all. Mr. Lavon told me about how you dealt with that rogue golem earlier. Thank you for that and sorry for the… trouble some of my classmates might have caused.” The one who spoke was a white-haired girl wearing a red visor, red gloves, large wrist-guards with what appeared to be screens attached to them, and a skintight black bodysuit with white stripes and white boots.
“And speaking of that rather intimate encounter, here are the last two people you’ll be working with, Romero Fujimi and Lori Lemaris!”
“Don’t call that shit intimate!” Fujimi said. His costume consisted of a translucent, purple mask around his mouth, a black trenchcoat that had a fake heart sticking out of the chest, gloves with a strange series of symbols written across them, and a face painted to look blue with a large scar on the forehead.
Unlike her classmates, Lori didn’t give any sort of greeting, simply offering a wave and a smile that was clearly directed at Midoriya more than anyone else. Lori’s costume had her wearing nothing but a purple shell bra, a grass skirt over her scaly legs held up by a belt shaped like a golden trident, and long red gloves shaped like lobster claws. It was very simple in design, but the simplicity of it all only served to emphasize the parts of Lori he had trouble looking at.
“Now for the specifics of today’s exercise,” Seraph said. “All in all, it’s going to be a battle royale. You’ll all be divided into five teams and fight for survival for thirty minutes.” Seraph said a series of phrases Midoriya couldn’t understand and made a pair of glowing handcuffs appear in his hands. He then pressed a button on the side of them that made another pair appear out of nowhere. “You beat someone by either restraining them with one of these magically duplicating handcuffs or by knocking them out. Once half an hour’s gone by, the winning team will either be the last one still standing or the surviving team with the largest number of active fighters.”
“Hey, I don’t think dividing us by five is gonna work,” Ashido said. “There’s—hold on.” Ashido pointed at the crowd at random spots while muttering numbers under her breath. “Yeah, twenty-seven people!”
“Yes, which means that there would be three teams of five and two teams of six, giving two teams an advantage in numbers. However, I’ve already taken that into account.” Seraph snapped his fingers and a surge of white energy flew out of the ground and into the artificial sky above. It expanded out and divided itself into two giant rectangles, each showing an image of all of the participants. The display of magic earned some audible praise from Midoriya and his classmates. “In order to help even things out, the two teams with six members will have their locations broadcasted to everyone for the first ten minutes. That sound good? Good! Now it’s time to choose the teams!”
“Wonder how the teams are gonna be made?” Kirishima asked.
“I bet he’ll use a ouija board or some magic dice made of bones. That’d be pretty cool,” Kaminari said. As other people theorized how it would work, Seraph materialized a large piece of paper with a series of lines running down it vertically. The numbers one through twenty were written on the top of each line, and at the bottom of each line were the letters “A”, “B”, “C”, “D”, and “E”, with there being four “B”s, “C”s and “D”s and five “A”s and “E”s.
“Isn’t that just amidakuji?” Uraraka asked.
“That’s right! Pretty neat, huh?” Seraph asked as he handed everyone markers. There was no appropriate response for that, so everyone just let it pass by as they went to draw their lots.
Team A ended up consisting of Iida, Komori, Ojiro, Koda, and Jirou. Komori—who was dressed in a mushroom-patterned witch hat, mushroom-shaped clogs, a mushroom-shaped skirt, a tank top with a picture of her winking face on it, and a neon pink jacket that said, “I’M THE NUMBER ONE” on the back and each sleeve—seemed enthusiastic about being on the same team as Iida, but noticeably annoyed when he shook the hand she wanted him to fist bump.
Team B ended up consisting of Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, Kaminari, and Todoroki, whose costume appeared to have been fixed since Bakugou ruined it in class. Out of everyone there, only Yaoyorozu seemed to be happy to be on the same team as Todoroki.
Team C ended up consisting of Midoriya, Kendou, Mineta, and Aoyama. Midoriya didn’t give much thought to Aoyama’s inclusion, but he was glad to be on the same team as at least two people he got along with. Kendou certainly seemed happy to be on the same team, at least.
Team D ended up consisting of Tokoyami, Shiozaki, Tsuyu, and Shouji. Shiozaki seemed to be trying to make small talk with Tokoyami, but he was only responding to a minimal degree, even as Shiozaki’s hair poked him and pulled on his feathers.
Team E ended up consisting of Bakugou, Kirishima, Ashido, Sero, and Uraraka. Kirishima and Ashido made it clear that they were happy to be working together while Uraraka’s eyes kept darting back and forth between Bakugou and Todoroki as if she was struggling to decide which team would be worse to be on.
“Okay, now that that’s settled, it’s time to see where each of my students is going to end up,” Seraph said. A top hat appeared out of thin air that he held out in front of the Isamu students. The five of them reached into the hat one by one and pulled out pieces of paper, each one likely designating which team they would be assigned to.
Habuko ran over to Tokoyami’s team and immediately went back to hugging Tsuyu. Good for them, Midoriya thought.
Tadan walked over to Bakugou’s team while wiping sweat from his forehead, something Bakugou just yelled at him for. Midoriya hoped everything would be all right there.
Sekigai walked over to Yaoyorozu’s team and exchanged a few words with her while trying to avoid the tension Todoroki’s presence was creating. That was fine at first, but it became less fine when Midoriya realized that there were only two people left who had yet to go to their teams.
Please be Fujimi-kun, please be Fujimi-kun, please be Fujimi-kun, please be Fujimi-kun! Midoriya repeated that thought in his head over and over again as he watched Fujimi look over at Lori’s paper, growl at no one, and stomp away from her.
He stomped over to Iida’s team.
And Lori skipped over to his.
“We did it, Izuku! We did it!” Lori said before throwing Midoriya into a hug as awkwardly powerful as the one she gave him earlier.
This really wasn’t his day.
No matter how much she tried to fight it, Kendou couldn’t completely quell the urge to punch Lori in the face. Even though she knew that it was stupid, even though the locker room talk made it clear that no one else cared about how she was acting, the sight of Lori hugging Midoriya with her insanely tall body and throwing him right into her chest was making a storm of rage swell up inside her, and she hated every ounce of force it blew at.
“Quite infuriating, isn’t it?” Turning to her left, Kendou saw that it was Aoyama of all people who asked the question.
“Wh-What do you—”
“My cheese is still messed up from Shiozaki-san’s Quirk,” Aoyama said as he nibbled on a piece of rose-scented cheese.
“Uh, yeah, sure, whatever,” Kendou said.
“Hey, it’s important to be outspoken about the things you like and the things you don’t like, even if some people only see them as a minor inconvenience, non?” Aoyama looked at Kendou with the same goofy expression he always wore, though Kendou couldn’t shake the feeling that there was an inkling of perceptiveness behind it. She couldn’t shake it until he shoved a piece of cheese into her mouth; at that point, she couldn’t hesitate to put him out of her mind.
As Aoyama kept eating cheese and Mineta kept gawking at Midoriya and Lori’s skinship, Kendou went off on her own to talk to the one person in the area who could help her with whatever it was she was dealing with.
“Something wrong, Kendou?” Seraph asked.
“No, nothing’s wrong, per se, but, well, could you move Lori to a different team?” Every syllable of the sentence felt weird as they came out of her mouth.
“Why should I do that?”
“I just don’t think we’ll be able to work well with her after what happened earlier today.”
“The other people on your team don’t seem to mind having her around.”
“Midoriya could stand to look more comfortable.”
“Maybe, but how much is he hating this if he's not even the one coming to me? Why is it you, anyway?” Kendou couldn’t come up with anything good to say in response to that. “Look, as awkward as this might be for you, you just need to deal with it. Once you’re a Pro, you’ll often have to work with people you don’t like, so this is good practice. Also, I already put away the board, so it’s kind of out of my hands at this point.”
“Fine. Sorry for bugging you,” Kendou said, her posture falling into a slouch.
"That's the spirit! Better keep it up, because we're starting this thing in three, two, now!"
Seraph snapped his fingers and Kendou and the rest of the group were enveloped in a bright light. When it faded, Kendou saw that she and the rest of her team had been teleported to what looked like the top of a mountain. And Lori was still hugging Midoriya.
"O-Okay, enough!" Midoriya said as he finally broke away from her.
"What the hell are you doing, man?! Don't cut a golden moment like this short!" Mineta said. Kendou suddenly felt like hitting Mineta, but she didn't feel as bad about it as she did with Lori.
"Yeah, I guess I let that go on a little long. That's what happens when you're in love, you know?" Lori asked.
"No, I don't, and that's the thing! You keep saying that you l-love me and all, but why? Is it just because you're thankful that I saved you from the golem?"
"Hey, I'm not blinded with gratitude or anything; I could have handled it by myself, you know. Still, the way you moved in without hesitation to save me was so beautiful. You surged with a radiant energy I had never even heard of before. It all just sent my heart aflutter in ways I’ve never felt before. For the first time, my coming to the surface had meaning; for the first time, I was living up to the goals that King Orin set out for his people. Isn’t that just grand?”
The smile on Lori’s face was one of complete innocence and sincerity. To Kendou, everything she just said was nothing but a bunch of cheesy nonsense, but she was serious about every word of it. There was a bit of charm to that kind of honesty, Kendou had to admit, but not enough to make up for anything. At least she thought it wasn’t.
“Grand? I don’t know. I-I don’t know anything about any of this stuff, that’s what I’m trying to say,” Midoriya said. “Love’s never really been on my mind before, so when you say stuff like that, I don’t know how to respond. I-I don’t hate you or anything, but I’m haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me, so can we just, I don’t know, be friends?”
“Just friends?” Lori’s face fell for a moment before working its way back into a smile. “Yeah, I can live with that. Don’t think that means I’m giving up, though!” Before Midoriya could say anything, Lori pulled him into another hug, though that was thankfully—Kendou being the only one thanking anything—short.
“Hey Lori, I want to just be friends, too, so how about we—” Kendou cut Mineta off by picking him up with an enlarged hand and chucking him down the mountain.
“Look at Mineta taking the lead like that. Let’s go follow him,” Kendou said.
“O-Okay,” Midoriya said.
“Gotcha, Captain!” Lori said. Aoyama just nodded his head at Kendou, still looking at her in the weird way he decided to look at her.
All in all, Kendou just wanted the day to be over.
“Okay, listen up and listen well. We’re gonna go out there, force everyone out of hiding, and kill them until they die, got it?” Those were the first words Uraraka heard come out of Bakugou’s mouth when they and the rest of their team ended up being teleported to a small lake.
“Do you have a plan to actually find people, or are we just going to wander around aimlessly?” Uraraka asked. Bakugou snarled at her and she jumped behind a tree for her own protection.
“She’s not wrong, you know. We need a better strategy than just running around hoping to find someone,” Sero said.
“Fine, have it your way. Fatty, where are your friends gonna run off to?” Bakugou asked.
“M-Me? Oh, bother,” Tadan said, breaking out in a small sweat. “Um, let’s see. Sekigai-san will probably go somewhere high up so she can observe the entire field, Mongoose-san will probably stay in an area with a lot of coverage so she can sneak up on people. L-Lori-san’s kind of weird, so I don’t know what she’ll do, and Fujimi-kun, well, he’s probably just going to come straight for us. Oh, bother.”
“Just a bunch of vague crap. Thanks for nothing, Fatty!” Tadan then jumped behind a tree, himself, though he did a notably poorer job of hiding behind it than Uraraka did with hers. “Whatever. Let’s just go after that pasty-faced bastard. That’s the easiest way of getting Deku and Karate Kid, and it’s not like I don’t want a piece of him, too.”
“We can’t go after Iida-kun’s team! That’s suicide!” Uraraka said.
“Says who?!”
“Basic logic!”
“No, wait, that’s actually not a bad idea,” Ashido said. “Uraraka, you’re saying it’s suicide because everyone’s going to be going after either us or Iida’s team, right? That makes sense, but if we’re all in the same place, then that makes having our location broadcasted pointless, so things become more even. Plus, having everyone in one place will make it easier to take everyone out, won’t it?”
“Um, wait, what?” It took her a second, but Uraraka eventually understood what Ashido was trying to say.
“Huh. Didn’t think any of you morons would be able to figure out basic shit like this,” Bakugou said.
“Yeah, well, I’m kind of a master strategist. Comes with the trade,” Ashido said.
“Playing one Fire Emblem game doesn’t make that a fact,” Kirishima said.
“Says you!”
“It wasn’t even one of the hard ones!”
“Fight about this crap on the way there!” Bakugou said as he headed off away from the lake, presumably towards where Iida’s team was. Uraraka forced her way away from her tree and joined the rest of the team as they followed after him.
Just like I thought, working with this guy’s nothing but a nightmare! Uraraka thought. I mean, I’m not dead yet, so it might not be as bad as I thought, but this is still the worst!
“I don’t want any more arguing! We’re going after that freckle-faced bastard, and that’s final!” Fujimi said. Iida didn’t understand what was meant to be final about that, but regardless, something like that could not stand, no matter how many times Fujimi chose to say it underneath the giant trees Seraph teleported them to.
“Again, I would strongly advise against that, Fujimi-kun!” Iida said. “Rushing into a fight with anyone would be foolish, but it’s downright irresponsible when Midoriya-kun is involved! His strength and wide assortment of other abilities make a straightforward fight near impossible!”
“I don’t give a shit, I just want him to go down!”
“It’s like looking in a mirror,” Jirou said.
"Fujimi-kun, you might not be aware of it, but Midoriya-kun is undoubtedly the strongest person in our class, possibly our entire grade—wait, I shouldn't say that when I have yet to see the full extent of Komori-kun's abilities."
"Aw, that's so sweet of you!" Komori said.
"Back to the point, the guy is stronger and faster than all of us combined. Charging in headfirst could work if we had someone like Tokoyami or Todoroki with us, but we don't, so it's stupid," Ojiro said.
“Yeah, well we’re doing it anyway, so all of you figure something out!” Fujimi said. It was bad enough that he was trying to force them into a ridiculous and poorly devised plan, but now he was putting it all on them to work out the logistics of it. Iida truly hoped that not everyone at Isamu Academy was this hard to deal with.
“Whatever we end up doing, we need to decide on it before everyone here swarms us. Bakugou’s team is already on that, so it won’t be long before the others do the same,” Jirou said, Koda nodding his head as she spoke.
"That white-haired asshole better get in line!"
"And we better get a move on. That's the only way we can even live out this hypothetical revenge fantasy of yours."
"We still need to find a way to slow everyone down until our location stops being broadcasted. Any ideas?" Ojiro asked.
"Me! Me! Me!" Komori said.
"Yes, Komori-kun?!" Iida asked. In lieu of an answer, Komori pulled a black mushroom out of her hair and threw it onto the ground, causing it to explode and release a massive cloud of smoke.
"A smokescreen? How long will it last?" Ojiro asked.
"Long enough to get this party started." Komori started waving her hands around rapidly in random directions, and when she stopped, the image of a glowing mushroom appeared in the air. “Hey hey hey, oh me oh my, let’s all hang out with a bunch of fun guys. Shroom Buddies, come forth!”
Out from the ground appeared a mushroom that glowed red and had stubby arms. Another one appeared, then another, and another, and another all the way until there were dozens of mushrooms sprouting out from the ground.
““Lady Kinoko, kino!”” the Shroom Buddies shouted in tiny, enthusiastic voices.
“Hey guys, guess what? It’s me!” Komori said. “Today’s target is everyone who isn’t us, so go disperse and beat up whoever you can find, okay?”
““As you command, kino!”” The Shroom Buddies marched off—slid off, Iida supposed made more sense—away from the group and in a variety of directions. At first, Iida wondered about the practicality of leaving the job of subduing their opponents to such tiny allies, but then something happened to change his mind on the matter: one of the Shroom Buddies bumped into Fujimi's foot, and when he wouldn't move out of the way, the Shroom Buddy picked him clear up off the ground and moved him out of its way with a judo flip.
"Oh, I see! These familiars possess physical strength that far surpasses what one would expect from their tiny bodies! This is a brilliant play, Komori-kun!"
“Yes, yes, praise me some more, already!" Komori said with a laugh.
"This is why I hate plant magic users," Fujimi said.
"I don't exactly hate her, but I do understand the sentiment," Ojiro said.
"Everyone! Let us move out at once!" Iida shouted with authority. He had a good feeling about their chances, he really did.
"Please don't throw me again," Mineta said after picking himself back up.
"Well see how things go," Kendou said. Midoriya couldn't help but notice the sour tone Kendou was speaking in. Thinking about it, she had been in a bit of a mood ever since they first arrived at Isamu, or at least not long afterward, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why.
"Okay, let's go bust some heads, guys!" Lori said while standing a little too close to Midoriya.
"Y-Yeah!" Midoriya said. "W-Well, the first thing we should do is—" Lori put a finger in front of his mouth before he could finish.
"Whatever plan you have, don't say it out loud. Kashiko can use her magitek to spy on people, so even a whisper is no good."
"So what do you suggest, then?" Kendou asked.
"A brilliant plan, actually, and all it requires is your consent."
"Yes! Do whatever you want to me, however hard you want to do it!" Mineta said. Midoriya and Aoyama agreed with the sentiment, at the very least, and Kendou did the same at the end of an awkward silence.
"So what happens now?" Midoriya asked.
This is what happens now. The voice sounded like Lori's, but her mouth wasn't moving, and it sounded like a thought inside of his own head.
"Tele—" Midoriya cut himself off; if it was really what he thought, then he needed to speak with his mind, not his mouth. Telepathy?!
Right on the money, Izuku! I'm a one in a million Atlantean whose telepathy works on things other than sea life. This way, we can communicate without anyone eavesdropping on us. Pretty cool, right?
It's quite brilliant if I don't say so, myself, Aoyama thought.
Yeah, it's great, but just give me a second to clear my head, Mineta thought.
Izuku? Lori looked at him with anticipation, and he had no reason not to respond to it.
Y-Yeah. It really is great, Lori-san, Midoriya thought.
Yay!
So the plan for winning is what, then? Going after Bakugou or Iida's team like everyone else will be? Kendou thought with a hint of aggression.
No, we probably wouldn't be able to get out of that without a loss or two. We should try and find one of the other teams before everyone gets together and do what we can to take them out. From what I can tell, Yaoyorozu-san's team is the closest to ours. Oh, Lori-san, I saw that with—
Super vision, right? I know, I'm in your head. Midoriya laughed a little, and Kendou groaned a bit, for some reason. Anyway, let's not go right up to them; there's an easier way to take them out, just point me in their exact direction.
Um, okay? Midoriya did just that, all the while having no idea what Lori was up to; Lori being the one to establish the psychic link must have allowed her to keep thoughts private if she chose to do so, he surmised.
Okay, this is when things get good. Lori did a few stretches before lifting her right leg high up behind her like a gymnast or a ballerina. Just as Midoriya and the rest of the team started to wonder what she was doing, her scaly foot morphed into a sort of funnel shape. Water began to bubble out from the top to the point of overflowing, and every drop that hit the ground seemed to make a small crater.
Huh. Guess she can do something other than talk to fish, Kendou thought.
What are you—
Seven Seas Strike! Lori cut Midoriya off with a kick into the air that released a giant bubble from her leg in the direction of Yaoyorozu's team. With Midoriya's enhanced vision, he saw the bubble hit Kaminari and release a high-pressure explosion of water that knocked everyone back. Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, Todoroki, and Sekigai appeared relatively fine, but Kaminari was clearly unconscious and drenched in saltwater. Up in the sky, giant gold letters appeared declaring Kaminari to have lost consciousness, all thanks to whatever Lori had done.
Holy crap! What the hell was that?! Mineta thought.
Awesome genetics, that's what! You definitely didn't know this, but I'm a tiger pistol shrimp Atlantean.
A tiger pistol shrimp Atlantean?! Midoriya thought.
Is that supposed to be a big deal? Kendou thought.
It's an amazing deal! The tiger pistol shrimp, sometimes called a laser shrimp, is one of the deadliest creatures in the sea! It can shoot an air bubble from its claws at over one hundred kilometers an hour that creates a massive shockwave on impact to take down anyone surrounding its prey! That sounds incredible, right? So imagine that kind of power being adjusted to a human-sized body, not unlike how the radioactive spider that gave Black Spider his powers gave him the powers of a spider as adjusted to the proportions of a human body. Lori-san's bubble can probably go even faster than that and hit even harder if she wants it to, and then if you add on the natural abilities Atlantean physiology gives someone like super strength and super speed, and even the telepathic abilities she's able to muster up—
Don't you think that's about enough? Kendou cut in.
O-Oh, right. Sorry. Midoriya hadn't meant to ramble on like that, so he couldn't blame Kendou for her comment—even if she was being a little more curt about it than usual. He had never seen something like Lori's powerset before, and thinking about all of the implications got him excited to the point that he forgot he was supposed to be feeling awkward around her.
Don't be sorry. I actually found it pretty flattering, Lori thought. And you know, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, then we're about to have a whole lotta fun.
Yaoyorozu picked herself up, created a battery-powered hairdryer, and started using it to dry off all the saltwater making its way into her clothes. It was hardly a sequence of events she thought she'd be undertaking, and yet there she was.
"Are you okay?" Todoroki asked.
"Fine enough, I suppose," Yaoyorozu said.
"Hagakure, are you—"
"I'm fine, thanks for pretending to care," Hagakure said while knocking water out of her invisible ears. Todoroki glared at her for a second before turning away from her; Yaoyorozu would have preferred if the opposite of that had happened.
"Sekigai, I'm guessing that was one of your friends?"
"Yes, that had to be Lori-san," Sekigai said as blue light ran over her body and dried her off. "My drones didn't pick up on any conversation from her team, so she must have established a telepathic link with them. Still, how did she know where we were?"
"Midoriya-kun must have done it! His eyes let him do a bunch of different stuff, including seeing things from super far away!" Hagakure said.
"That's unfortunate," Sekigai said while images flashed across her visor. "Well, they're still far away, so if we move to somewhere with a lot of coverage, we can avoid another hit like that. Unless this Midoriya-kun has super speed or something."
"Yeah, about that." Sekigai groaned as Hagakure rattled off more of Midoriya's powers.
"Do we just leave Kaminari-san here?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"Seraph didn't say anything about that, so it's probably fine," Todoroki said.
"Feels a tad morbid, though."
"Who cares? There are more important things to worry about." It wasn't that Yaoyorozu didn't know he was right, because he certainly was, but that didn't mean he had to be so callous with his classmates, either way. It was that kind of behavior that made people like Hagakure react so negatively to everything he did.
It was at that moment when Todoroki summoned a giant wall of ice in front of Hagakure that narrowly missed hitting her.
"Um, Todoroki-san?"
"What the hell are you doing?! Are you trying to kill me, too?!" Hagakure asked.
"Try looking at the ice," Todoroki said, pointing at a spot on the wall in front of Hagakure. Yaoyorozu saw that a small part of the wall was cracking, and on the other side of the wall was what appeared to be a mushroom that was somehow punching the wall. "I saw it running at you. You're welcome."
"Welcome a helping of our fists, kino!" the mushroom said as it kept punching the ice with it's stubby little arms. Each hit cracked it more and more, but it wasn't until two more mushrooms appeared and head-butted the ice that a hole was finally made. Yaoyorozu and Hagakure jumped out of the way while Todoroki attacked them with another blast of ice, though they managed to narrowly avoid it.
"Think you're tough, kino?!" one of the mushrooms asked.
"Not tough enough, kino!" another mushroom said.
"And here I thought my class had a stranglehold on the eccentrics," Kashiko said. She pressed some random spots on one of her wrist-guards, and from there, blue light shot out of her costume that morphed into a pair of spiked, pixelated tonfas.
"Let's go, Todoroki-san!" Yaoyorozu said as she created a bo staff in her hands. Todoroki said nothing as ice formed around his right side. She didn't expect more than that, but it still would have been nice.
That could be dealt with later, though. For now, there were talking mushrooms to fight.
“My kin and I shall be avenged, kino!” was what the last mushroom shouted as Shiozaki squeezed the life out of it and made it burst into a pile of gummy mushrooms. Tokoyami knew from the class they shared together that Komori was the only one who can do something like this, but he was hoping he wouldn't have had to see it, if only because it was kind of stupid.
"May you find salvation in the next life. Amen," Shiozaki said, her hands clasped in prayer.
"Shouji-chan, are you okay, ribbit?" Tsuyu said.
"You took a lot of punches for Tsuyu-chan and me, after all," Mongoose said as gummy mushrooms fell out of her mouth.
"I'm fine," Shouji said as he brushed some blood off of his arms.
"You really are, aren't you? Those little guys hit like a truck made out of fists, and all you've got are some bruises and a little internal and external bleeding. Nice job, buddy!" Dark Shadow said with a thumbs up. Tokoyami supposed that that counted as praise, but it wasn't enough to earn any applause from him.
"Anyway, Komori is capable of magic far more powerful than this. Once she sees that her basic familiars have fallen, she'll employ stronger enemies for us to fight. We should hurry and leave this area before we are discovered again," Tokoyami said.
"Too late for that, Fumi." A flashing neon arrow appeared in the air next to Dark Shadow that pointed up towards the air. Tokoyami would have preferred not to indulge him, but he still found himself looking up at the artificial sky. Upon doing so, he was greeted with the sight of Midoriya flying in the air while holding the Atlantean girl by her waist.
The second he caught sight of that, a giant bubble was launched down at them at incredible speed. Tokoyami didn't have time to react to it, but fortunately, Shiozaki created a barrier of vines above everyone that was able to absorb the impact, though the resulting explosion of water was powerful enough to push them down into the ground.
"Tokoyami-san, are you all right?" Shiozaki asked. Tokoyami just nodded his head. "Good. That's a relief to hear."
"What the hell was that?" Shouji asked.
"It's Lori-chan, and it looks like she flies now," Mongoose said.
"She flies now?" Tsuyu asked.
"She flies now!" Dark Shadow said. As he said that, Lori Lemaris was releasing multiple bubbles down at the ground while Midoriya spun her around. Another one came at them that Shiozaki managed to block again, but a third one hit the ground further away from them. The resulting explosion managed to get underneath Shiozaki's barrier, and as water flew at them, Shouji jumped in the way to intercept the blast. Even someone with Shouji's level of strength couldn't completely absorb the attack, and he ended up knocked back into the rest of the team and pushing them all into a tree.
"Shouji, are you all right?" Tokoyami asked. He shook him by the shoulder, but he was unresponsive, and a second later, the same gold letters that announced Kaminari's elimination did the same for Shouji's.
"And another one bites the dust. Ain't that a shame," Dark Shadow said as Shiozaki pushed Shouji off of them.
"This is bad, guys," Mongoose said as they watched Midoriya fly past a barrage of energy missiles and a tower of ice. "Lori-chan's already really tough, but if she's got a boost in mobility like this, we're done for!"
"Not if I just, you know, take them out," Dark Shadow said. Suddenly, a comically large bazooka appeared in his hands; Tokoyami's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. "Just say the word and I'll blast 'em clear out of the sky. By the way, you're all in the splash zone, so—"
"Out of the question, you fiend!" Tokoyami said.
"Huh. Been a while since you called me something like that," Dark Shadow said as the bazooka vanished.
“Bite your tongue!” Dark Shadow reached into his mouth and pulled out a pair of dentures that he then clamped shut onto his now comically large tongue.
“Am I missing something?” Mongoose asked.
“I’m just as lost as you,” Tsuyu said. Good, Tokoyami thought. Neither of them knew the extent of the chaos he could bring about, and neither of them needed to know. Better to have them live in blissful ignorance than be forever burdened with the harshness of reality.
As those thoughts bounced around in his head, a prickly hand rubbed the top of his head.
“This is my hair doing this, not me,” Shiozaki said. Tokoyami elected to ignore that.
“Dark Shadow, if it will sate your appetite, then I wish for you to bring Midoriya down to the ground as soon as possible,” Tokoyami said.
“Yay! Be back in a jiffy!” Dark Shadow said before launching himself into the air.
“By all means, take as many jiffies as you need.” He really meant that.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit!” For once, Uraraka and Bakugou were of the same mind. She normally wouldn't believe something like that, but when it was raining giant bombs of water overhead not long after you just finished dealing with sentient magic mushrooms, it was hard to not want to yell out in frustration. Not that she actually had the nerve to do something like that.
"Okay, I'll admit it, Fire Emblem didn't do anything to prepare me for this!" Ashido said as she kicked Kirishima out of the way of an incoming bubble.
"It didn't prepare you for anything!" Kirishima said right before picking Ashido up and throwing her out of the radius of another watery explosion, his own body hardening enough to resist the blow. Uraraka could have sworn that it looked like they were taking turns saving each other, but there were probably more important things to worry about; not dying was probably one of them.
“Fatty! Blow those assholes out of the sky!” Bakugou shouted.
“I-I’ll do what I can! Magical Missile Bombardment, go!” Tadan wiped a line of sweat off of his face before turning up towards the artificial sky. The target marks on his suit started glowing blue, and soon enough, a multitude of beams was fired out from each one in Midoriya's direction. Some of the beams were intercepted by the bubbles Lori fired off, but others Midoriya simply dodged; Uraraka might have been impressed with his skills if it wasn't having a negative effect on her.
As Uraraka made that remark in her head, she found herself tripping over a tree root, and by the time she managed to pick herself up, a giant bubble was heading her way too quickly for her to dodge.
Taken out by a bubble. Yeah, that seems appropriate, Uraraka thought. She had more than accepted her fate, yet before it could be realized, Bakugou, of all people, flew over and pulled her out of the way of both the bubble and the resulting explosion.
What?
"Nice one, man!" Kirishima said with a thumbs up.
"The hell are you doing, spacing out like that, Round Face?! There's no time for you to act like a moron!" Bakugou said as he slammed Uraraka back onto her feet.
"What? D-Did you save me?"
"No, I saved our chances of winning! Trying to win with just five people would be a pain in the ass this early on, so like hell, I'd let that happen!"
"Oh my God, you're not as bad as Todoroki-kun. Being on the same team as you is a good thing." The realization of that was almost enough to bring a tear to her eye. It didn't do that, but it almost did.
"I don't need you to tell me that! If you got time to point out the obvious, you got time to find some cover!"
"Sounds good to me! Keep doing what you're doing, Tadan, the rest of us are going for a tactical retreat!" Ashido said as she and Kirishima ran away from the scene.
When another watery explosion just barely stopped short of her face, Uraraka decided that that was a good idea as well, and she—much to her own surprise—happily did that alongside Bakugou.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit!” For once, Jirou and Fujimi were of the same mind; it was an odd thought to have in regards to someone she had only known for an afternoon, but the boy was surprisingly hard to get along with.
"Relax, she'll run outta juice eventually, and my marvelous shield should hold until then," Komori said, pointing up to the giant luminescent mushroom that was protecting them from Lori's onslaught.
"That's not what's pissing me off!"
"What is it, then?" Jirou asked.
"Uh, guys? We gotta move!" Ojiro's shout brought everyone's attention to how multiple bubbles were being launched into the same spot at once and making it literally crack under pressure. It only took one more explosion of salt water for a hole to be torn through the mushroom and for the entire thing to start disintegrating; Koda's tiny yelp was a clear sign that Ojiro needed to be listened to. Before the next bubble struck, Jirou grabbed Koda and dragged him away from the scene, Iida scooped Komori off the ground and dashed away, and Ojiro and Fujimi were left to fend for themselves; they did a decent job of it.
"This is bad. Midoriya-kun and Lori-kun have completely taken control of the battle!" Iida said as he pulled Komori away from his midsection.
"Midoriya! That bastard!" Fujimi said with a snarl.
"Komori-kun, could you summon a mushroom long enough to hit them while they're in the air?"
"Technically, yes, but I'd be making something that looks pretty phallic to do so," Komori said with an exasperated look on her face.
"Oh, right, never mind, then. Other people are handling him, so don't think about something like that." Iida wasn't lying. As Lori kept firing off bubbles, Midoriya kept having to dodge pillars of ice from Todoroki, energy blasts from who knows who, and all of a sudden, a Dark Shadow in hot pursuit.
"Don't tell her that! We gotta do whatever we can to take that bastard down and make him pay!" Fujimi said.
"Calm down. He hasn't even taken any of us out," Ojiro said.
"That's not what this is about, you idiot! You blind, or something?!"
"Blind to what?"
"To him grabbing her waist, that's what!" The background noise was supposed to be like something out of a war zone, but for Jirou, everything felt silent enough to hear a pin drop.
"Well, it is a rather efficient way for Midoriya-kun to carry her and ensure that she doesn't fall," Iida said.
"Who cares?! Where the hell does he get the right to grab her like that?! Someone give me a gun so I can shoot him out of the sky!"
"Oh my God, just knock it off, already!" Jirou said. "We all know why you're doing this, but that doesn't change the fact that it's just so stupid!"
"No one asked you!"
"So what? Why do you care so much about what those two do together? What, are you in love with Lori, or something?"
There was another pause in the conversation. Then, at some point, Fujimi's face gained color for the first time that day, the color being a light shade of red.
"Seriously? That's what this has been about? You're jealous?" Ojiro asked.
"Aw, that's so adorable!" Komori said, the statement punctuated with a bit of a squeal.
"Shut up! No one asked you, so shut up!" Fujimi said. Suddenly, Jirou didn't find his attitude and personality so aggravating, though that might have been due to the sudden revelation throwing her mind elsewhere.
"Wait, if you're acting like this because you have feelings for Lori, does that mean Kendou—" Jirou's thoughts were interrupted by one of Lori's bubbles exploding against her back; losing consciousness naturally took precedence over whatever sort of conclusion she was coming to.
More of Dadan's missiles coming our way! Lori thought, prompting Midoriya to make another quick aerial maneuver to dodge out of the way. None of the missiles ever flew so fast that they could do more than graze him—he felt an odd tingle every time that happened—but that didn't mean he could relax. Not while it was his current job to help Lori do her thing.
It was a simple, yet elegant plan: Midoriya would lift Lori into the air, fly around the area, and then Lori would rain down on the other teams with her high-powered bubbles. Bakugou was the only one capable of some variation of flight, but they were flying too high even for him. The only people who Midoriya knew had means of hitting him in the air were Tadan—something he knew thanks to Lori—and Todoroki, and while the two of them kept trying to hit him, they kept failing to do so.
Initially, the only problem with the plan seemed to be that it forced Midoriya to make extended physical contact with Lori, but once he got himself to stop thinking about how Lori's stomach felt against his arms and started thinking about the time All Might and Wonder Woman saved President Beth Ross from Doctor Psycho VII, it became little more than a minor inconvenience. With no internal or external distractions to be found, it truly was a perfect plan.
"How's it going, kid? Pretty good, by the looks of it." At least it was until Dark Shadow appeared in front of them out of nowhere.
Lori-san, you've got to attack him! Midoriya thought.
Right! Seven Seas Strike! Lori turned her transformed leg towards Dark Shadow and fired off one of her bubbles. Dark Shadow, in return, materialized a needle out of nowhere and harmlessly popped it, somehow not triggering an explosion in the process. So we should run, right?
Already on it! Midoriya turned around and flew away from Dark Shadow as fast as he could. Midoriya had no idea how he would fare against something like Dark Shadow, and he wasn't in the mood to test that out if someone was going to end up in the crossfire.
"Not gonna work, buddy boy!" Dark Shadow said as black tendrils and cannonballs with winking smiley faces painted on them shot out of his back at them. Midoriya managed to cut them with his heat vision and Lori managed to bat them away with her lobster claw-gloved hands—still assaulting the other teams with bubbles the entire time—but it was just barely enough. Not only that, but in addition to Dark Shadow's attacks, Midoriya still had to avoid Tadan's magic missiles and the occasional pillar of ice from Todoroki. Dodging all of it was becoming an arduous task, made even more so by the sight of Dark Shadow slipping through all of the same attacks as if his body was made of butter.
Midoriya, on your left! Kendou's voice boomed in his head like a drum, so he naturally did what she said, and when he did, he was met with the sight of a giant mass of vines barreling towards him and Lori. That had to be Shiozaki's magic at work, and even if it wasn't, it was still more trouble than he needed.
It does give me an idea, though, Midoriya thought. He ducked and weaved his way around laser beams and tendrils and cannonballs the best that he could until he had himself positioned exactly where he wanted to be: with Shiozaki's approaching hair between him and Dark Shadow. As it came at him, he let out a heavy exhale and hit it with a blast of freeze breath. The vines were quickly encased in ice and frozen in place, creating a blunt object that Dark Shadow soon flew right into and allowed Midoriya to widen the gap between them.
Nice one, Izuku! Lori thought.
Thanks! Midoriya thought. I wasn't completely sure that would work, but—
Just head back here, already. This plan won't work anymore, so we need to try a ground assault, next, Kendou thought; for some reason, Midoriya could have sworn he heard Kendou groan in his head.
"Watch where you're going, man!" Dark Shadow said. Midoriya turned his head around to see that he was pouring a pot of cheese fondue on the frozen mass. "I don't know how they do things where you're from, but you gotta look both ways here." As the fondue vanished, the ice melted away and freed the vines. The vines moved in a way that resembled someone nodding their head before retreating out of the sky, and Dark Shadow went back to chasing Midoriya, getting too close to comfort within a matter of seconds.
Lori-san, throw as many bubbles as you can at Dark Shadow! Midoriya thought.
But that thing will just—oh, okay, that's a good plan, Lori thought. Lori launched a half dozen bubbles at Dark Shadow, and Dark Shadow harmlessly popped all of them with tiny needles. That was the plan, of course, as it left him distracted enough for Midoriya to move his tongue in a way that allowed him to exhale an arm made of ice and punch Dark Shadow in the face with it.
"Hope we have similar appetites, buddy boy!" Dark Shadow said, a giant boxing glove appearing out of thin air that hit Midoriya and Lori and sent them both careening into the ground at the feet of their teammates.
Ow. Does he always hit like that? Lori asked.
If it's too much for you to handle, you can just— Kendou's thoughts were cut off by Dark Shadow touching down on the ground in front of them. It stared at them with empty, malicious eyes, the dark energy making up its body silently vibrating all the while. Midoriya jumped in front of Lori, who was still taking her time to stand back up, and put up his guard. If the encounter with Mister Mxyzptlk was anything to go by, it was probably pointless effort on his part, but the alternative choice at his feet wasn't exactly anything to go all-in on.
"Aw man, you're actually on the ground. Not gonna lie, that's pretty disappointing," Dark Shadow said. Immediately after the words left his mouth, he turned away from Midoriya and flew back into the air.
"Um, what? What's happening?" Midoriya asked.
"Fumi only wished for me to bring you down to the ground, and I did that, so we're done here. Shame, really; I had so many fun things on my mind. Maybe next time. Maybe." Dark Shadow flew out of sight before anything else could be said, though if Midoriya was being honest, he was happy that no one got the chance to say anything else.
"Oh thank God for that! The last thing we needed was that thing turning into a giant sword or whatever like it did in class!" Mineta said, his body shaking like a leaf.
"Oh, I'm certain we would have been okay," Aoyama said. He was smiling the same as always, but his body was shaking just like Mineta's.
"Man, U.A.'s full of tons of crazy guys," Lori said, finally picking herself up. "Tons of crazy guys, and you gotta deal with them every day? Throw in how you're always so quick to protect me, and you're really one super guy, you know that?" Midoriya didn't know what to say for that, so he just settled for an awkward laugh.
"Yeah, real funny. If we've got time to laugh about this, then we can get moving, you know," Kendou said.
"Just trying to bring a little levity, Captain."
"You should have tried to bring your A-game. Maybe if you did, you could have taken out Tokoyami before he sicked his Genie on you and ruined what should have been a great plan. Thanks for that, Lori; truly magnificent work!" Kendou stomped away in a huff, her footsteps occasionally leaving a deep imprint in the ground.
"Um, sorry?" Lori's expression made it clear that she had no idea what the best way to respond was. Mineta and Aoyama's faces did the same, and Midoriya could feel his face moving into that sort of shape, as well.
"You know, I think it'd be best if Midoriya-kun and Kendou-san took the lead here," Aoyama said.
"What are you talking about?" Mineta asked.
"I wonder that myself, sometimes. Still, you must think it's a good idea, right, Midoriya-kun?" Aoyama winked at Midoriya as if he was in on something, but he was at a loss to figure out what. Still, it wasn't exactly a bad way for things to go, so let Aoyama hold everyone back while he ran after Kendou.
"Kendou-san?" Midoriya asked.
"Look, I'm not just walking off, or anything, I'm heading towards Iida's team. Their location's still going to be broadcasted for a few minutes, so let's make the most of it," Kendou said. She didn't even look at him when she spoke.
"No, that's not—are you mad at Lori-san?"
"Yes!" That much was obvious, but he still needed to confirm it so he could properly get to the real issue.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Yes!" Midoriya would have rather not heard that.
"Why?" Kendou finally stopped walking and turned around to face him. Her face looked like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be angry or if she wanted to be sad; in a way, he understood why she was trying to not have him look at her.
"I don't know, okay?! Ever since Lori kissed you, all I've wanted to do is punch her in the face, and every time I see you two acting friendly, it makes it even worse, and then it starts spilling over onto you! Everyone keeps saying that there's no reason to be so annoyed by it, but I can't stop myself, and I don't get why! I don't want to be mad at her, I definitely don't want to be mad at you, but it just keeps happening, and I hate it!"
With all of that said and done, Midoriya concluded that her expression leaned closer to sadness than it did anger.
"Jirou-kun, no!" Iida shouted after confirming that his teammate and friend was rendered unconscious by Midoriya and Lori's assault. Her defeat might have been broadcasted for everyone to see, but he didn't feel like it was wrong to hope for some sort of mistake to have been made.
"Alas, poor Jirou, I knew thee for a few hours," Komori said. "Well, at least Tskymi got them to stop attacking everyone. Want me to send out more Shroom Buddies? I can totally do that."
"Don't you dare. It's my turn to go wild," Fujimi said. "Grabbing Lori like that was bad enough, but then he goes and lets her get hit by something stupid like a giant boxing glove?!"
"Wait, are you mad that she got hit or that she got hit by something stupid?" Ojiro asked.
"It doesn't matter!"
"But you made it sound like—"
"The point is that I'm gonna slaughter that son of a bitch and all of his stupid friends!" Iida wanted to ask Fujimi for clarification on whether or not they were included in that, but before he could, Fujimi started waving his hands around in strange patterns and shouting things in an unrecognizable language, his body glowing purple the whole while. After a few seconds of that, Fujimi slammed his hands together, shouted another word that Iida couldn't understand, and summoned at least a dozen ethereal crystal skulls into the air. Whatever sort of magic Fujimi was using, it was clearly of a darker variety than what Komori or any of the other magic users specialized in.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa! Necromancy? Are you serious, man?!" Komori asked.
"Necromancy?! You mean he's someone capable of raising the dead?!" Iida asked.
"You bet your ass I am, but only the opposite's gonna happen today!" Fujimi said.
"You're actually gonna kill someone over this?!" Ojiro asked.
"Come on, he's not that stupid. He is, however, stupid enough to use a spell that's clearly above his pay grade," Komori said.
"The hell it is!" Fujimi said.
"You say that, but I can taste it all the way from here that you can't handle what you're trying to do, right now."
"I don't care!"
"Fujimi-kun, Komori-kun seems like she knows what she's talking about, so I would highly suggest that you heed her warning!" Iida said.
"This is what I think of your fucking warning!" Fujimi slammed his hands against the ground and the crystal skulls flew out in seemingly random directions, though if Iida had to hazard a guess, he'd hazard that they were all somehow going to where each of the other teams were. Fujimi laughed like a madman through the entire process, and Iida couldn't help but feel that it was highly appropriate.
"So what are we in for, exactly?" Ojiro asked.
"Well, I know it's only, like, one in the afternoon, but the midnight hour is pretty close at hand," Komori said.
"I see. I don't understand at all, but thank you for the input!" Iida said. There was nothing else to be said, but he was sure he'd come up with something in time.
Yaoyorozu might not have known a lot about Todoroki, but she was sure that he was feeling exhausted at the moment. Between fighting the sentient mushrooms Komori had summoned, repeatedly using his ice to protect the team from Midoriya and Lori's aerial assault, and even more repeatedly using it to try and attack him, his stamina had to be drained to its utmost limit; at the very least, he had to be freezing with how much ice was covering his body. Hagakure might not have cared what happened to him, but Yaoyorozu didn't want him to push himself further than he needed to.
It was for that reason—among others—that the sight of three crystal skulls crashing into the ground in front of them didn't please her in the slightest, and Sekigai's shocked expression did nothing to help.
"No, Fujimi-kun is using that spell? What is he thinking?" Sekigai asked as the crystal skulls sank into the dirt.
"What's going on? What are we in for?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"Nothing, so long as we get away from here, right now! It takes four minutes for the spell to go into full effect, so that should be more than enough time to—" Before Sekigai could finish, two skeleton torsos shot up out of the dirt, one in front of Sekigai, one in front of Yaoyorozu. “Oh no! He managed to shorten the activation time since the last time I saw him use it!” Sekigai pressed down on her wrist-guard and made her pixelated tonfas reappear. The second the skeleton fully made its way out of the ground, she smacked its head with her weapons so hard that it came flying off, and a heavy kick sent the rest of the body flying, as well. After forcing Todoroki behind her, Yaoyorozu did the same with her bo staff and her own heavy kick.
“I could have handled that thing,” Todoroki said.
“Not without freezing yourself even further,” Yaoyorozu said.
“My costume’s insulated to help fight off the cold, so I’m fine.”
“O-Oh. Oh.” In retrospect, that sort of design made sense for someone with Todoroki's Quirk in mindset. She probably would have been able to come to that conclusion if she had thought about it for a little bit or, better yet, simply asked him about it. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't feel a little stupid about it.
"Um, guys? These things are still moving," Hagakure said. Sure enough, even without their heads attached, the skeletons managed to stand up and walk towards their decapitated heads.
"Attacks like the ones we delivered won't put those two down for good. We need to retreat and plan out something more efficient," Sekigai said.
“Hey, come to think of it, shouldn't there be a third one?" Todoroki asked. The second he said that, a third skeleton popped up out of the ground next to Hagakure and bit down on her arm.
"Hagakure-san!" Yaoyorozu said, although it was drowned out by Hagakure's screams. "Hold on, I'll—"
"The only thing any of us will do is leave!" Sekigai said. She pressed random spots on her wrist-guards and summoned up a pixelated Range Rover, the amphibious exploring vehicle then shooting out hooks from its side that grabbed the three of them and phased them through the doors and into the car.
"What are you doing, Sekigai-san?! We have to help Hagakure-san!"
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that thing over there isn't your friend, anymore." Sekigai started the car and drove off away from the scene. Yaoyorozu wanted to protest, she wanted to jump out and go save Hagakure, but all of those thoughts fell apart when she turned around to look at her abandoned friend, she no longer saw someone being assaulted. Instead, all she saw was a figure bathed in purple light letting out a constant moan with green saliva dripping out of her mouth, each drop burning the ground at where it landed.
It pained her to say it, but Sekigai might have been on to something.
Everything Kendou told Midoriya was, for lack of better phrasing, a lot to take in. There was a lot to unpack there, but he wasn't entirely sure about what needed to be unpacked, nor did he know the correct method of doing so. Kendou didn't seem to understand it, herself, so at least he wasn't alone in his confusion. The only thing left to do now was figure out what he was dealing with and how best to deal with it.
Fortunately for him, he got a distraction in the form of blood-curdling screams back near where the rest of the team were. Midoriya and Kendou had a silent agreement to table the discussion for later and run back to investigate the situation.
The situation, as it turned out, was Mineta and Aoyama having their necks being bitten by skeletons.
"What the hell?" Kendou asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry!" Lori said as she pulled the skeletons off of them. "I didn't expect Romero to actually use this spell, and I definitely didn't expect it to work so fast now! Also, you mind helping me tie your friends up?"
"What? Why?" Midoriya asked as Lori suddenly jumped towards him and Kendou.
"That's why." The skeletons stood back up, and as they did, Mineta and Aoyama appeared to undergo a transformation of some sort. Their skin turned a chalky white, their bodies became bathed in purple light, their eyes became pitch black, and as they moaned, green saliva dripped out of their mouths that burned the ground wherever it touched.
"Z-Z-Z-Zombies?!"
"Pretty much. This is Romero's favorite use of necromancy, and it's also one that's pretty uncontrollable." The skeletons and the zombified people ran at them, making it clear that they, unfortunately, weren't the kind of zombies that moved incredibly slowly. "Whatever you do, don't let them bite you! If their teeth break through your skin, you'll become one of them! Also, these guys can both regenerate and repair themselves, so don't feel like you need to hold back!"
"Good to know!" Kendou said as she jumped out of the way of one of the skeletons. Midoriya used his heat vision to cut it and the other one in half, but rather than put an end to it, the top halves just started crawling towards their lower halves. That had to be the self-repair Lori was talking about, and the regeneration was probably the justification for her punching Mineta so hard that he hit a tree and his midsection partially exploded.
"Sorry about this, Aoyama, but this isn't how I'd want us to get closer!" Kendou said as she sent Aoyama flying with a punch. Aoyama's arms ended up skewered on some tree branches, and while he struggled a bit to try and break free, eventually, he appeared to just give up. "Why doesn't he just rip off his arms, or something?"
"While Romero's zombies can regenerate their bodies, they have a natural sense of self-preservation that keeps them from harming themselves. Also, no one gets physically stronger from the zombification, so if he couldn't rip off arms as a human, he won't be able to do it now."
"Oh," was all Midoriya had to say about that. All of a sudden, the entire ordeal seemed less dangerous than when he first became aware of it. If healing was the only advantage that the magic afforded the zombies, then it probably wouldn't be that difficult to avoid them until it wore off.
"Izuku, look out!" Lori said as she and Kendou broke the skeletons apart again. Midoriya turned around to see the zombified Mineta—his wounds fully healed—coming towards him.
"It's fine, really. You said they have to break the skin, right? So if the zombies aren't any stronger than they normally are, I don't really have anything to worry—" Mineta jumped up and bit Midoriya on the arm.
And it hurt.
What?! Midoriya thought. The fact that there was any sort of sensation at all sent him into a panic and made him throw Mineta into the sky. What?! Midoriya looked down at his arm; sure enough, there was a sizable bite mark on there. What?! He bit me! He bit me and it actually hurt! How?! Why?! Mineta-kun shouldn't be strong enough to do that, so why did it happen?! No, wait, before all of that, I got bit by a zombie! I got bit by a zombie, so that means that I—now I'm going to, to—
"Oh, fuck."
"Oh, fuck," was all Dark Shadow had to say when Tokoyami and the rest of his team accidentally ran into Bakugou's team. Normally, running into them would have been a good thing, especially since they seemed to be short half of their team, but with the current crisis at hand, it was hardly ideal.
"I don't have time for you, Bird Brain, so get out of my way," Bakugou said.
"You and what army, pal? Your army that's down by half?" Bakugou just growled at Dark Shadow, who then started whistling, nonchalantly.
"Did the skeletons get Ochaco-chan, Sero-chan, and Tadan-chan?" Tsuyu asked.
"Yeah! Wait, is this happening everywhere?" Kirishima asked.
"It would appear so. We managed to escape, but the skeletons infected Shouji-san with their sinful magic, even though he was already unconscious," Shiozaki said.
"I can't believe Fujimi-chan's really using this one! Doesn't he know how dangerous it is?" Mongoose asked. Tokoyami didn't share the exact sentiment, mostly because he had seen worse, but he did understand how someone would find it too risky.
"I don't care about what's going through that pasty-faced bastard's head right now. All I care about is making sure the next thing to go through it is my fist, so move!" Tokoyami really didn't want to fight right now, but if Bakugou forced his hand, then there'd be little to be done about it.
"Wait, hold on a second!" Ashido said. "Here's a radical idea: why don't we go beat up Fujimi together?"
"What?! Why should we work with these guys?!"
"Well, both Tsuyu-chan's team and Iida's team outnumber us, but if we join up with Tsuyu-chan's team, then we'll outnumber Iida's team."
"Five, six, seven, yep, the math checks out!" Kirishima said.
"Given the circumstances, I would not object to a temporary alliance," Tokoyami said.
"Too bad, 'cause it'll be a cold day in Hell before I—" Bakugou was cut off by the rather unusual sight of Kendou and Lori Lemaris landing at their feet out of nowhere. "Karate Kid? The hell are you doing here?"
"We've got a problem," Kendou said. Before anyone could ask for clarification, a mighty roar sounded through the area, followed by the sound and sight of tree after tree being toppled. Within a matter of seconds, the perpetrator made himself visible to all and revealed himself to be Midoriya.
A Midoriya with a skin coloring and purple aura that made it clear he had been affected by Fujimi's magic.
"You have everything to fear. Why? Because me no am here!" said the zombified Midoriya in a guttural tone of voice.
"Habuko-chan, are they supposed to talk?" Tsuyu asked. Mongoose shook her head so fast it was hard to keep track of.
As the zombified Midoriya stepped forward, Tokoyami truly hoped Bakugou had changed his mind about teaming up.
There. I put in Bizarro. Happy now? Good, now never ask me for anything ever again./s
Chapter 30: The Heroes' Journey (2)
Chapter Text
Kayama could practically see the frustration oozing out of Aizawa, and she couldn’t blame him for any of it. To the unfamiliar, watching Watahashi work looked like you were subjecting yourself to a bunch of nonsense, but that was only true some of the time. At a time like this, her doing things like shattering glowing rocks into dust over the ofuda and lighting flames that didn't even singe it were obviously actions undertaken for the sake of completing the task presented to her, because that was the only thing she needed to be doing at the moment.
That being said, Kayama still had no idea why she kept sucking on it as much as she did. She used to rattle off something nonsensical, but after the first few times, she started to ignore the question whenever it was asked. It was probably better left ignored, she reasoned.
"Well, this certainly is interesting," Watahashi said after some time.
"Were you able to figure something out?" Kayama asked.
"Indeed I was." Kayama could see All Might's face lighting up like a child on Christmas morning. "I can't trace back anything." Kayama could see All Might nearly fall over like a child who just found a calendar as one of his presents.
"What do you mean you can't trace it back? I thought you said Shigaraki was an amateur?" Aizawa asked.
"Oh, he most certainly is, and if that were all that there was to this, I could have had this done before any of you had the chance to get comfortable," Watahashi said. "The problem here is that even though this ofuda was crafted by a third-rate onmyoji, his master was clearly anything but, and he decided to be just enough of a helicopter parent to force some of his own warding charms into it."
Kayama rolled her eyes; not simply at what Watahashi had said, but at the fact that she was smiling the entire time she said it.
"So we did all of this for nothing, then? Great. Just great," Aizawa said. Watahashi chuckled at that.
"If that were the case, do you sincerely think I would have said this was interesting? Kayama-chan, tell Aizawa-chan why he's wrong, please."
"Huh? O-Oh, right!" Kayama would do that the second she figured out why he would be wrong. Aizawa wasn't wrong to feel like their time had been wasted. After all, they came all the way out to Isamu to see if the ofuda could be used to track down Shigaraki, but it was apparently worthless because of the protection imbued into it by whoever his teacher was.
The answer hit her like a ton of bricks.
"We might not be able to use this to track down Shigaraki, but it can be used to narrow down the list of his potential teachers!" Kayama said.
"Ding dong Bing bong! That's my Kayama-chan!" Watahashi said, clapping her hands for further emphasis. "Yes, even if this can't help us find the student, it can still help us find the master, for there are only a few people in the world who would be skilled enough to make an ofuda that could get the best of me."
All Might started to tense up a little.
"The first person on that list is me, naturally, but I can be crossed off of that last for obvious reasons. Unless, of course, you think I'm playing the long con here."
"Sensei, please don't joke around about something like this," Kayama said.
"Fine, fine. The second person on that list would be the Dragon King, one of the oldest Villains of all time. He was the world's premier expert in onmyodo during the Golden Age, but he hasn't shown himself since he was defeated by Batman, Wonder Woman, and Mordred the Shining Knight at the tail end of World War Two. It's not impossible for him to still be alive, but considering that the Fat Man was dropped on him not long after his defeat—or at least what they say was the Fat Man—" Yamashiro rolled her eyes, "it seems highly unlikely he'll come back any time soon. The third person on that list…" Watahashi trailed off at that point.
"Who is the third person?" Yamashiro asked. Once again, All Might started to tense up.
"The third person, Yamashiro-chan, is a bit of a wild card. He's someone with talent in the spiritual arts the likes of which this country hasn't seen since the days of Abe no Seimei, but with notably more self-interest." Watahashi laughed a bit for punctuation. "Yes, this third person is one who ruled over the metaphorical underground and only thinks about conquest and destruction, much like the Dragon King, so on that level, he'd come across as the kind of madman this Shigaraki person would seek guidance from. The reason he's a wild card, however, is that as far as I know, he was caught up in a storm of fists five—no, six—years ago and hasn't shown himself, since. For this man to be the one teaching Shigaraki would be quite the dark twist of fate. Don't you agree, All Might?"
For a brief moment, All Might went into his muscular form, despite still being under the effect of Kayama's glamour charm, and fell off of his floating pillow and onto his feet, the floorboards cracking in the process.
"Sorry, Ms. Watahashi. I didn't mean to hurt the mahogany," All Might said.
"There are always more trees to be torn down. Still, that's quite the reaction. Struck a nerve, did I? Open old wounds, perhaps?" She knew things. The sultry sort of drawl she spoke with made it clear to Kayama that she knew things she didn't need to know. It wasn't as if everything about that man was a highly guarded secret; tidbits of information about him had made their way to the internet over the years, and Kayama even remembered looking things up about him for an essay she had to write back when she was a student. But after All Might joined the U.A. staff and told them as much about his past that he could, she learned just how much of that was fact and how much was fiction. As such, if she was right about Watahashi, then it begged the question of how she became privy to such intimate details.
Before it could be thought about further, a few of her shikigami flew together and folded into an origami telegraph that began relaying a message.
"Oh, my," Watahashi said. "I think we need to cut things a little short so you all can go check on the children."
"Is something wrong?" Yamashiro asked.
"No, they're perfectly fine." Kayama let out a breath. "They might die, though."
Way to bury the lede! Kayama thought.
"What's the danger? Why are they in trouble?" Yamashiro asked, her katanas almost completely unsheathed.
"You'll have to go to Chaim-chan for the details. Not that I don't know them, but because I wish to be alone now," Watahashi said.
"If you don't tell us—"
"Yamashiro, I speak from experience when I say it'll be faster for us to just leave!" Kayama said. Yamashiro sheathed her katanas and the four of them ran out of the room.
"Wait, the ofuda!" Aizawa said.
"Hold on, I'll get it!" Kayama turned back around and ran back into Watahashi's office. Upon entering the room, she was treated to the sight of her teacher once again sucking on the ofuda like a popsicle with an expression of pure bliss.
"Oh my, I didn't take you as one who enjoyed voyeurism," Watahashi said.
"That's not—Why are you even doing that?!" Kayama asked as she ripped the ofuda out of her mouth.
"You wouldn't get it. You really wouldn't get it." Watahashi's laughter was the last thing Kayama heard as she left the room. She wanted an answer for all of that, but for now, the students' safety took priority.
Darkness. Chaos. Unbridled insanity. Ever since he became bound to Dark Shadow, Tokoyami had been a witness to those sorts of unholy elements and more. Many of them he still saw every day thanks to his Genie, but there were rare occasions when he saw it in his fellow man.
Midoriya's zombified state was one such occasion. The pale skin and purple aura of Fujimi's zombies could make anyone come across as frightening, and it did more than that for Midoriya. There was something ghastly to the sight of him, something inhuman, beyond the zombification, and it frightened him down to his very core.
"Midoriya's a zombie?! How?!" Ashido asked.
"The how's kind of obvious, isn't it?" Mongoose asked.
"The hell it is! If one of my explosions can't hurt Deku, then some lamebrain's teeth sure as hell shouldn't be able to!" Bakugou said.
"Really? He's got that kind of powerset?"
"He's supposed to. Midoriya looked as surprised as the rest of us that he got bit," Kendou said.
"Midoriya-chan's Quirk isn't the kind of power that stops working if you let your guard down, so how did—" Tsuyu stopped talking the second Midoriya appeared in front of her. Tokoyami felt a cold sweat forming, one that seemed to be shared by the others. He knew Midoriya was fast, but he didn't know he could move so fast that he was impossible to track.
"Me finish with you, croak-croak her," Midoriya said. A split second later, he slapped Tsuyu through the air, her body not stopping until it ran through seven trees in total.
"Tsuyu-chan!" Mongoose cried out. Midoriya let out an animalistic roar as he twisted his body around and jumped at Mongoose, though Shiozaki was able to pull her out of harm's way just in time.
"Don't you dare put frog girl over me!" Bakugou shouted as he threw a Die Die Discus at Midoriya. Before contact could be made, however, Midoriya's jaw seemed to unhinge to a cartoonish degree to allow him to swallow the weapon whole. A few seconds later, Midoriya burped and smoke came out of his nose.
"Yum! Not gross! Super tasty!" Midoriya said as he spat out onto the ground.
“You’re not supposed to eat it, dumbass!” It was astounding that Bakugou found the time to voice that sort of complaint.
"Me not sorry!" Midoriya dug into the ground and pulled up a massive chunk of dirt that was quickly thrown in their direction. Ashido was able to do a fine job of kicking it away, and even finer job with the second chunk of dirt thrown at them.
"Hey, this is fun and all, but your friend over there looks like what happens when the pallbearers drop the coffin on the way to the grave," Dark Shadow said.
"Then do what you can to remedy that!" Tokoyami said.
"You forgot to make a wish, Fumi."
"I wish for you to do what I just told you to do!" Dark Shadow gave a mocking salute before flying off towards Tsuyu while imitating an ambulance's siren. Once it reached her, it spat out a large mass of gauze that wrapped around her like she was being mummified. From there, it tied a heart-shaped balloon to her midsection and made her float up into the air.
"Is Tsuyu-chan going to be all right?" Mongoose asked.
"She'll be fine. Well, fine enough, I guess," Dark Shadow said. It truly did feel like it was too much to ask for something good to come out of its mouth.
"Okay, that's enough out of you!" Meanwhile, Ashido had grown frustrated with Midoriya's tactics. "Zombie or not, you're going down!"
"Mina, wait!" Kendou's cry went unanswered as Ashido flew at Midoriya, her legs wrapped in a blue aura.
"Let's see how you like my X7 Ashi-Drop Kick!" Ashido's kick hit Midoriya square in the face, the resulting impact releasing a gust of wind and a loud burst of sound.
Despite that, the attack couldn't even move him from his spot.
"Me hate pink her's attack. Me think it stinks!" Midoriya said. He grabbed her leg with enough strength to break her boot apart before tossing her into the air as he did to Tsuyu, but this time, Kirishima was able to catch her and Shiozaki was ready to catch the both of them with her hair.
"Why you all so exciting? Be less boring. Make me have less fun!"
"Go back to grammar school!" Bakugou shouted. Midoriya roared before charging at him. Shiozaki transformed her hair into a wall of vines that blocked his path, and while he was surprisingly slow at tearing through it, it was still happening, nonetheless.
"This is why we said there was a problem!" Lori said.
"My fist breaking his teeth, that's the problem!" Dark Shadow said. "Come on, let me at 'im. I got this, you know I do!"
"I refuse," Tokoyami said.
"Good, 'cause if anyone's going after him, it's me!" Bakugou said.
"You can't do that, either! We need to fall back and hide so we can come up with a plan."
"Huh?! We win if we beat his zombie ass, but we can't do that with our tails between our legs!"
"He's right! We gotta stand our ground!" Kirishima said.
"After what he did to Tsuyu-chan? No way!" Mongoose said.
"Don't be stupid!" Ashido said. "He's not the only zombie, remember? We need to regroup now, while we're only dealing with one of them."
At that exact moment, a zombified Jirou fell from out of nowhere in front of them. While several people screamed, Lori, who was among the screamers, quickly decapitated her with a kick. The zombified Jirou left them alone to fetch her head, but it was at that moment when Midoriya succeeded in completely tearing through Shiozaki's vines. Tokoyami commanded Dark Shadow to carry them all away, but before they could get anywhere, a blast of light struck them all and knocked them back to the ground.
"Not cool, man," Dark Shadow said, its body slightly deflated, like a balloon.
"What the hell? Fatty?!" Tokoyami used context clues to surmise that Bakugou was talking about Dadan Tadan, and sure enough, a zombified Tadan was approaching them with a zombified Sero, Uraraka, Aoyama, and Mineta in tow. Those were the people approaching them from their front, and from their back, Jirou—her head now sloppily reattached to her body—was approaching them alongside a zombified Kaminari and Shouji.
"Everyone different from me. That's great!" Midoriya said.
"It's a complete gathering of devilry," Shiozaki said.
"Yeah, sure. Why aren't they attacking, though?" Kendou asked.
"The bastards are circling us like a pack of wild animals," Bakugou said. He wasn't chomping at the bit to fight anyone, so it was good that he was acknowledging the severity of the situation, but Tokoyami wished that the situation didn't need to have escalated to make that happen.
"Yeah, and they're ready to pounce the picosecond I tell them to, just the way I like it!" Though he had only heard his voice a few times, Tokoyami still recognized it with ease. Maybe him being the instigator of the current situation had something to do with it; he didn't know, and he didn't care.
He just wanted to know how to make Fujimi put an end to it all.
"Egads! Even Midoriya-kun has been turned into a zombie!" Iida said as his team approached them while being carried by a troupe of skeletons.
"I know, right? What a shocking plot twist," Dark Shadow said, its body back to its normal shape and inflation.
"Would have preferred seeing it happen in person, but beggars can't be choosers. After all, at least I get to watch this white-haired asshole kick the bucket!" Fujimi said.
"You pasty-faced bastard. This is your fault!" Bakugou said. Fujimi just laughed at that, for some reason.
"Fujimi-kun, stop this right now!" came the voice of Kashiko Sekigai—Tokoyami hoped he was remembering her name correctly—as she, Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki arrived on the scene in a Range Rover, for some reason.
"Now that's what I call a finisher car," Dark Shadow said.
"Nice of you to save me the trouble of rounding your team up, Sekigai. Now I can win this thing in one go!" Fujimi said.
"No, you can't! We both know you don't have enough control over this spell yet," Sekigai said as she and her team exited the Range Rover.
"That's what I told him, but Iida's the only one who wants to listen to little old me," Komori said with a pout.
"I don't really have a right to say much about anything involving magic, but he's doing fine, isn't he?" Ojiro asked.
"He's not! It's all going to—" Before Sekigai could finish, the zombified Sero sealed her mouth shut with a shot of tape. The other zombies yelled out in response to that, for some reason.
"I willed him to do that," Fujimi said. "I can make my zombies do whatever I want with just a thought, so stop saying I can't control shit. Just sit back and watch me waste these stuck up U.A. punks for good!" Ojiro rolled his eyes in a way that made it seem like he knew something, but given the circumstances, he couldn't find it in himself to bother thinking about it. "Midoriya, take the lead and bring them all down, starting with Mister Loudmouth over here!"
"Yes," Midoriya said. Sekigai's eyes widened as she struggled with the tape, and even Fujimi appeared taken back by the statement.
"Why the hell is he talking? They're not supposed to do that. Whatever. Who cares?" Komori mumbled something about him being an idiot. "Stop standing around and get him!"
"Yes." He said that, but he still didn't move.
“Do it, already!”
“Yes!” Midoriya screamed so loud that Fujimi and the rest of his team fell off of the skeletons that were carrying them. Tokoyami didn't understand what was going on, but it only took a few seconds for him to figure it out, and judging by the looks on everyone's faces, he wasn't alone in that.
"Wow. It took you all way too long to realize everything he's been saying is backward. Bet you all feel pretty stupid right now," Dark Shadow said.
"You am boss of me now, and you am so big!" Midoriya said.
"What the shit is—obey me, dammit!" Fujimi said.
"Me want to obey you!" Midoriya started stomping over to him. Fujimi looked like he was ready to wet his pants.
"Now's as good a time as any!" Bakugou said as he threw another Die Die Discus at Midoriya. Tokoyami knew that would fail, and it did, but rather than fail because it was too weak to affect him, it failed because the zombified Mineta jumped in the way at the cost of his own body.
"I-I didn't tell him to do that. They're not supposed to do stuff like that unless I tell them to!" Fujimi said. Midoriya roared as he jumped at Fujimi. Ojiro wrapped his tail around Fujimi's waist and pulled him out of the way just in time to avoid an earth-shattering stomp, Iida doing the same by picking up Komori and running away from the scene.
"Stay away from them! Especially Kacchan!" Midoriya said.
"The fuck!" Bakugou asked. All at once, the once unmoving zombies—in addition to the skeletons Fujimi brought with him—charged ahead with primal roars. Tokoyami had Dark Shadow bring everyone behind the Range Rover and out of harm's way, and while Tadan attacked them a second time, Shiozaki and Todoroki were able to block his magic missiles with vines and ice.
However, no one was able to stop Aoyama from biting Ojiro's tail. Fujimi was thrown against the Range Rover before Aoyama could grab him, but it was only a matter of seconds before Ojiro joined the horde.
"Fujimi-kun, you colossal moron!" Sekigai said as she materialized a pixelated grenade that, after being thrown at the horde, exploded in a cascade of blue light that knocked them back—even Midoriya, surprisingly.
"I told him this would happen. And what did I say would happen when this happened? Exactly what just happened," Komori said.
"If only he had listened to you, Komori-kun!" Iida said.
"Fine! You all fucking win, okay?!" Fujimi said as he climbed atop the Range Rover. He moved his hands around in a rhythmic pattern as he chanted an old, mythical language, clearly the tongue one needed to speak in to activate his necromancy. After a few seconds, Fujimi slammed his hands together, shouted another word in his mystic tongue, and looked dumbfounded as nothing happened.
"Let me guess, you can't stop it, right?" Sekigai asked. Fujimi mumbled a curse as Sekigai threw another grenade at the zombies. "Why can't you stop it, Fujimi-kun? What happened to your full control, Fujimi-kun? Huh? What's wrong, Fujimi-kun?"
"Maybe a good blow to the back of the skull will fix this," Dark Shadow said, a baseball bat suddenly in its hands.
"It doesn't work like that, and even if it did, like hell I'm gonna—" Before Fujimi could finish, Bakugou walked over to him and blasted him in the face with an explosion. His body was propelled hard enough into the Range Rover to leave a trace of impact, and anyone with eyes could tell that he had lost consciousness.
"Why on Earth did you do that? He said that wouldn't stop the spell!" Yaoyorozu said.
"Like he didn't have it coming, either way," Bakugou said. Tokoyami found it hard to argue with that. "Snake Girl, Computer Girl, Fish Legs, one of you tell us how we stop this, now!"
"Am I Fish Legs?" Lori asked.
"Normally, it would be easy for the caster to just stop the spell, but that's only the case for someone with a modicum of competence!" Sekigai said as she threw more grenades.
"Fortunately, there's a failsafe built into the spell for stupid times like this," Mongoose said. "It leaves us with two options: we can either wait an hour for it to wear off, or we can deal enough damage to a zombified person to cause the spell to wear off."
"So we just gotta kill them until they stop dying? That's great!" Bakugou, smiling like a mad man, threw out a barrage of Die Die Discuses at the horde and wasted no time in igniting them. Kaminari, Sero, Tadan, Jirou, and Aoyama were caught in the ensuing blast, but the rest of the zombies managed to avoid taking a hit thanks to Midoriya knocking some of them away with a thunderous clap. Yaoyorozu fired a couple of rounds from cannons of her own design while Todoroki let loose a massive wave of ice, but both attacks failed when Midoriya used his body to intercept them and barely moved as a result.
"He's even more annoying now," Todoroki said.
"We won't be able to get out of this with Midoriya-san as an opponent," Yaoyorozu said.
"Easier said than done!" Ashido said as she used her acid to melt a skeleton away and blind Kaminari as he tried to electrocute her.
"If we can't defeat Midoriya-kun, then at the very least, we need to free our classmates from Fujimi-kun's spell to bolster our forces and make it easier to last until time is up!" Iida said. At the same time, Shiozaki had ensnared Uraraka in her vines and tossed her aside into Iida's path. Iida apologized profusely as he ran up to her and prepared to deliver a kick to her head. Instead of that, however, it was Iida's head that was hit with an attack.
The attack being dealt by an incredibly muscular arm from Uraraka.
"What the hell?!" Bakugou said. An appropriate reaction, considering that Uraraka's arm—and now the rest of her body—had nearly doubled in size and muscle mass as she became covered in a brown aura; if it weren't for the Feminum, Tokoyami was certain that her costume would have been ripped to shreds. "Hey Karate Kid, isn't her only power making shit float?"
"I don't know what I'm looking at, either!" Kendou said as she used her enlarged fists to hit Ojiro with an upward strike, most likely a technique of her Super Bajiquan.
"All I'm looking at is a pile of limbs!" Bakugou said as he blasted Uraraka with an explosion. A blast like that normally would have knocked her off her feet at least, but Uraraka stood her ground and her pale flesh was barely scorched. Uraraka yelled at Bakugou like a wild beast, and the second he put up a fighting stance, she turned around, ran over to a dazed Iida, ripped off his chest plate, and bit him on the stomach.
"Iida, no!" Komori said as a dozen of her Shroom Buddies joined together to pull Uraraka off of him, though his skin rapidly becoming more and more pale made it clear that it was a wasted effort.
"He really made them ignore me? Even in unlife, you're pissing me off, Deku!" Bakugou shouted. Uraraka, meanwhile, used a single punch to shatter a wave of ice made by Todoroki, and he then summoned a smaller amount to block a tackle from a now zombified Iida, one of his legs flying off as a result of the impact.
"When exactly are we supposed to hit the threshold?!" Yaoyorozu asked as she hit a skeleton with a staff.
"I don't know, if I'm being perfectly honest!" Lori said as she cut Mineta's body in half with a kick.
"This is exhausting. We can only keep this up for so long," Tokoyami said as Dark Shadow punched a zombified Shouji. As he flew back, Midoriya flew in on his left with a punch that was barely avoided thanks to Dark Shadow lifting him in the air. "Dark Shadow, I wish for you to tear his flesh asunder with the almighty power of Ig-Alima!" Dark Shadow acknowledged the wish and dropped Tokoyami in order to transform into the shape of a massive blade that swung down on Midoriya, but Midoriya bent backward in time to avoid getting anything worse than a small cut on his arm.
"That counts as asunder, you know," Dark Shadow said as it went back into its normal form.
"That hurt, but me not mad, anyway, bird him!" Midoriya said. He flew back down to the ground, picked up two trees, and threw them at Tokoyami with speed comparable to a missile. Shiozaki formed two giant hands made of vines to intercept the blow, but she was still pushed back into Tokoyami and the trees still managed to pierce through her hair a bit.
"No, you can't do that!" Shiozaki said as she crushed the trees into splinters. "As dire as things might be, a crusade is not the answer. Do not act like He would allow it!" Tokoyami had no idea what Shiozaki was talking about for the most part, but he perfectly understood her cries of the situation being dire. Between Midoriya's strength and the strange new power Uraraka was exhibiting, ending things in their victory was seeming less and less likely by the second.
There was one thing he could do, though. It would be easy enough to make happen, but then there was the aftermath to consider. Using that much power would undoubtedly have a negative effect on him, and he had enough negative effects to deal with. But if he didn't do it, then there was no telling how hurt everyone would get, especially since it didn't seem like Seraph was going to help them, any time soon.
"Dark Shadow, I wish for you to reverse Midoriya and everyone else's zombification at once!" It wasn't an easy one to make, but his decision was obvious.
"Yeah, that's not happening," Dark Shadow said.
"What?" Tokoyami knew that the area was polluted with the sounds of carnage, but it still felt as if the world abruptly went silent.
"I said it's not happening."
"What?!"
"I said I said it's not—"
"I heard you, you buffoon! I want an answer, obviously!"
"I don't do zombies. Beating them up is fine, but I'm not gonna mess around with their insides. Those guys give me the willies, you know?"
"The one time I'm willing to use you to your full potential, and you refuse?!"
"Yeah, how's that for irony? Wait, is that ironic? I never know if I'm using irony right. Wait, is that ironic?" Tokoyami wanted to strangle Dark Shadow. He wanted to grab him by his abyssal neck and wring the life out of him for this and every other insane thing he had done to him.
But before that could happen, Shouji snuck up behind him and bit down on his neck with a mouth sprouted from one of his tentacles.
And then Tokoyami was a zombie.
Lori Lemaris was having a rollercoaster of an emotional day. It started off wonderfully with her checking off one of the boxes of surface world goals by meeting Izuku, the absolute boy of her dreams, then it got disappointing when he said that he wanted to just be friends, then it became enjoyable when she realized that temporary friendship had its own set of benefits, then it got confusing when Itsuka, her other new friend, kept getting mad at her for reasons she just didn't understand, and then it hit a definite low point when Izuku became a zombie who then went on to become king of the zombie horde. It was all hard to process, and not just because she might die.
That was a thought running through her head as a zombified Fumikage tried to peck at her.
"Seven Seas Strike!" Lori said, breaking his body apart with a watery explosion. His head and limbs went flying in different directions while his torso just fell to the ground.
"Hey, be a little more careful, would ya?!" And Dark Shadow—Lori was pretty sure that's what he called the Quisp-like Genie he was bonded with—was still sticking out of his body.
"Sorry, sorry!" Lori said.
"Man, this sucks! Fumi can't talk while his brain's a pile of mush, so he can't give me any commands, and he can't even send me back home! I'm so uncomfortable!" Dark Shadow said as it fell back in a recliner and started eating a hamburger, both of which appeared out of nowhere.
"It's not like you were helping that much before!" Itsuka said as she struck Kyoka in the face with her elbow.
"Hey, I tore Midoriya asunder by a very technical definition of asunder, so that was something. Besides, it's not like it'd be hard to beat him if you just took advantage of his weakness."
"What weakness?!" Dark Shadow stared at Itsuka for a few seconds before laughing and spewing hamburger chunks everywhere. It kept laughing as Fumikage's severed body parts crawled back to the torso and came back together, the walking corpse then moving away to try and attack Todoroki with minimal success.
"So Izuku had a weakness?" Lori asked as she kicked off a skeleton's head.
"Not that I'm aware of, and that's why this whole thing doesn't make sense!"
"But something about the zombies allowed them to make him join them. What do zombies have in common with the other stuff that's been working?"
"I don't know! The only stuff that's even pushed him back a little is Shiozaki's vines, Sekigai's bombs, and that stupid Genie. That's all random stuff!"
"Yeah, I guess none of that magical stuff has anything in common." Itsuka suddenly dropped what she was doing—which meant that she dropped half of Kyoka's body to the ground—and looked at her like she was someone watching in disbelief as she ate a fish taco. "What?"
"His weakness is magic," Itsuka said. "His weakness is magic. That's why Sekigai's bombs could push him back, why Shiozaki's vines could hold him off, and why Mineta was able to bite him in the first place! His weakness is magic!"
Thinking about it for a second, that made a great deal of sense. Lori couldn't decide if they were smart for figuring it out or dumb for taking so long to put it all together.
"Everyone, listen up! Midoriya's weak to magic attacks!" Itsuka shouted. "That's the only way we're going to do any kind of damage to him, so the magic users need to focus on him while the rest of us work on the others!"
"Don't tell me what to do!" Katsuki said as he blasted Hanta and Minoru away. Everyone followed suit in knocking the zombified students away to a specific part of the field. At one point, the oddly muscular Ochaco came at Mina with a giant fist, but Eijiro blocked it at the cost of ending up buried in the ground down to his hips, which gave Itsuka a chance to send her flying with a punch. Once all of the zombies were together in one place, Shouto summoned a giant wall of ice that wrapped around behind them, leaving only a single point of entry and exit. As Shouto fell back against Momo and Mina pulled Eijiro out of the ground, everyone headed for the half-dome of ice to keep fighting the zombies.
"Good luck," was what Itsuka said to Lori after a moment of silence.
"You too, Captain!" Lori said with a thumbs up, one Itsuka was on the verge of reciprocating before ultimately turning away from her and running off to the zombies.
"Everyone still here. Why everyone still here including you five?" Midoriya asked.
"Not gonna lie, I'm kinda getting annoyed by the backward talk," Kinoko said.
"If he's as vulnerable to magic as Kendou-san claims, then that'll be done with soon enough," Kashiko said as she summoned a pixelated shotgun into her hands.
"It is time for his sinful form to be purified," Ibara said.
"Revenge for Tsuyu-chan!" Habuko said as she spat out a ball of venom at Izuku. He tried to sway it away, but he completely failed and the attack melted away a bit of his hand.
Itsuka appeared to have been right on the money.
"That no hurt. That no hurt!" Izuku screamed and flew at them.
"Repent!" Ibara said as her hair morphed into a giant hand that slapped him down to the ground. Ibara held him there and Kashiko fired off a round of blue light from her shotgun to blow off a chunk of his head. Izuku, however, quickly worked his way out of the vines and jumped over to Kashiko to rip the shotgun out of her hands, bits of brain dripping out the entire time. Izuku hit her upside the head with it, but she quickly summoned a pair of pixelated tonfas and smacked him away.
"I'm really sorry about this, Izuku!" Lori said as she tearfully launched a bubble at Izuku, only for him to fly up into the air before it could hit him.
"Purple her bad girl. Me get why red her like purple her, but that here and now!" Izuku said as he flew at Lori like a rocket. It was a dangerous sight, but it gave her a chance to blast him with a bubble without missing, a chance she didn't hesitate to take. Izuku put up a guard that allowed him to land on his feet, but a good chunk of his arms still got blown off in the process.
"Okay gang, it's our turn to shine! Shroom Buddies, combine to form Mega Shroom Buddy!" Kinoko said. Her legion of tiny mushroom warriors jumped on top of each other to form a tower of sorts before their red glow intensified and they melted into each other. When the glowing died down, the Shroom Buddies had combined into a giant version of themselves—comparatively speaking, as the end result was only a little taller than Midoriya.
It certainly lost a lot of its cuteness, especially with its stubby arms now having throbbing biceps built into them.
"For Lady Kinoko, kino!" Mega Shroom Buddy slid over to Izuku and punched him in the face. Izuku stood his ground, however, and punched Mega Shroom Buddy right back; even with so much of his arms missing, it still looked like it hurt a lot. Mega Shroom Buddy quickly recovered and went back to punching him, and it soon became a continual trading of blows. In the midst of all of that, Ibara's vines wrapped themselves around Izuku from behind and sealed up his movements tight, allowing Mega Shroom Buddy to strike him unopposed and for everyone else to hit him with their own attacks.
"Don't stop doing that!" Izuku shouted. With a mighty flex, Izuku tore through Ibara's vines, kicked a hole through Mega Shroom Buddy, and used the broken vines to lasso Kashiko and throw her into Habuko, knocking them both to the ground.
"Mega Shroom Buddy!" Kinoko cried.
"Be... good… kino..." was all Mega Shroom Buddy said before exploding into a box of chocolate-covered almonds.
"I'm sorry about your friend?" Lori asked.
"He shall be avenged. By Mega Shroom Buddy Number Two!" A giant mushroom that looked identical to the one Izuku just destroyed appeared out of nowhere and slid over to him only quickly to suffer the same fate. "Mega Shroom Buddy Number Two!"
"New strategy, maybe!" Lori fired another bubble at Midoriya that he barely dodged, followed by Ibara attacking him with vines that he managed to completely weave around. Kashiko shot at him with a pixelated machine gun while Habuko spat more venom, but he still managed to dodge it all. His body was falling apart at the seams and only slowly fixing itself, yet it did nothing to impede his gracefulness.
"You no need to try harder than that!" Izuku said as he kept dodging attacks.
"What if I do this, then?!" Lori asked as she fired another bubble at Izuku. He dodged, but Lori then launched a second bubble at the first bubble, creating a watery explosion far bigger than normal. Izuku couldn’t escape the range of the explosion in time and was knocked down to the ground, allowing Lori to stomp on his chest, Habuko to melt off his feet, and Kashiko to ensnare his arms with pixelated chains.
“We sincerely hope you will find salvation within His embrace,” Ibara said as her hair morphed into the shape of a zweihander.
“You remember that none of this is actually going to kill him, right?” Kashiko asked.
“All the better, then.” Ibara swung her hair down at Izuku's neck, ready to sever his head from it, but at the last second, he ripped his wrists through Kashiko's chains at the cost of his hands, allowing him enough freedom to fly out of range of Ibara's attack.
He cut off his hands? Lori thought. Why—No, how? Romero's zombies are supposed to have a sense of self-preservation that keeps them from doing stuff like that! Between that and the talking, what is going on with him?! It would have been nice to have more time to think about it, but unfortunately for Lori, Izuku wasted no time in flying down and tackling her to the ground. Rancid drool spilled out across her face as he bent down towards her and she tried and failed to break free of his grasp. If nothing happened, she would surely be the latest member of his zombie horde, probably something along the lines of queen of the undead; part of that wouldn't be so bad.
Fortunately, most likely fortunately, that never came to pass, for all of a sudden, Izuku started to choke, of all things. He scratched at his neck to the point that his fingers—which had just started growing back—would dig through his throat, but after a few seconds, his fingers started melting off and he started rolling around in the dirt while gasping for air.
"And thus, my Mega Shroom Buddies have been avenged," Kinoko said.
"Kinoko, you did this? How? Also, what?" Lori asked as she picked herself back up.
"I just hit him with a super small variant of my mystical mushrooms to take him down a peg or six."
"Where, though? I don't see anything on him," Kashiko said.
"That's because they're in his windpipe," Kinoko said with a wide-eyed smile.
"What?" was what slipped out of Lori's mouth.
"You mean there are mushrooms growing in his throat?" Habuko asked while rubbing her own neck.
"How unseemly," Ibara said, her hair shaping itself into some sort of barf bag. Highly appropriate, Lori reasoned.
"Desperate times call for gross measures," Kinoko said. "With this, though, our victory is all but assured. The ol' mushrooms in the throat trick hurts like hell for everyone, but with Midoriya super weak to magic, it'd hurt like nobody's business, and it is! Now we can either dogpile on him like there's no tomorrow or just wait for the pain to run its course and bring him back to normal. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy!" The last four words were said in English, for some reason.
"I mean, it seems like this'll work itself out, but it's always good to double-tap, yes?" Kashiko asked.
"Dogpile it is, then," Habuko said. Just as the girls were preparing for the aforementioned dogpiling, Izuku fell on his back and screamed towards the sky. Lori didn't think much of it, just assuming that he was simply reacting to the pain Kinoko's attack was putting him through.
Then he started breathing fire.
"Wait, what?!" Kinoko asked.
"Do-Does he not normally do that?" Lori asked.
"As far as I know, Midoriya-san can only breathe ice, not fire," Ibara said.
"Forget about that, start thinking about me!" Kinoko said. "My mushrooms can handle the cold, but fire is out of my field of expertise! My master plan is literally going up in smoke!"
Before anything else could be said, Izuku jumped onto all fours—all fours long since fully regenerated—and directed his stream of fire at the girls. Naturally, everyone was blown back by the attack, but three of them took it worse than the others: Lori, whose Atlantean physiology made her far more susceptible to extreme heat than a normal person; Ibara, whose plant-like hair naturally shouldn't be anywhere near fire, resulting in a panic when the tips of her hair were briefly lit up; finally, Kinoko, who appeared relatively fine, but was throwing a fit over the dramatic turn of events.
"Shroom her make throat feel good, but me ruin that," Izuku said. "Now me leave you alone!" Like a wild boar, Izuku charged at Kinoko, the girl barely having enough time to create a giant red mushroom that she used as a springboard to launch herself into the air. "Burn!"
"Your fire can't get me from—wait, if everything you say is backward, then—" Kinoko was cut off when blue light shot out of Izuku's eyes that, upon hitting her, trapped her in a block of ice.
"Ice vision?!" Kashiko shouted as the frozen Kinoko fell to the ground.
"Is that also something he's not supposed to have?" Lori asked.
"As far as I know," Ibara said.
"Hold on Komori-chan, I'll—" Habuko looked ready to use her venom to melt the ice, but before she had the chance, Izuku froze her, as well.
"Now snake her is free, too. You all be done with, later!" Izuku flew at them, and Ibara, who was still recovering from the fire breath, wasn't able to create a barricade that could fully absorb the impact, resulting in the three of them getting blown back.
“Well, this is a nice surprise.” All the way back to where the rest of the group was situated.
“It really isn’t,” Itsuka told Dark Shadow.
"Hey, Captain," Lori said to Itsuka from the ground. "Turns out we don't have as much of a handle on this as we thought. How are things going over here?"
"We lost Koda, so that kinda sucks, but the skeletons are gone, at least. They're getting exhausted, but we're still nowhere near done, and if things are going like this, then we'll probably never get anywhere!" Itsuka said. Lori took stock of the situation inside the half-dome of ice; everyone who was amongst the living looked to be on their last legs, and the zombies were all broken up in various ways, regenerating rather slowly, and just not looking into it, altogether.
That all changed the second that Izuku let out a mighty roar amongst mighty roars. All the zombies suddenly regained their focus and slammed any detached limbs back into place, as if Izuku's roar had instilled within them a sudden burst of energy. Said energy was then used by the zombies to charge at the legions of the living with renewed fury, the still muscular Ochaco doing the most work as she effortlessly made her way through everyone's defenses.
"Leave them alone! Let them all go free!" Izuku said amid all the carnage.
"I won't let you—" As Kashiko was in the middle of materializing a pixelated bazooka, Izuku jumped over to her and bit down hard on her shoulder.
"Knock it off, already!" Itsuka said, hitting Izuku with a massive punch that, despite the tremendous effort put into it that Lori greatly admired, had no effect on him.
"Even red her no hit me. Red her really am happy with me." Somehow, through the zombified guttural tone of voice, Lori could hear a twinge of sadness.
"No, that's not—" Itsuka was cut off by the newly zombified Kashiko tackling her to the ground and drooling all over her chest. She bent down to bite it, but Lori was quick to decapitate her with a kick.
"By the way, I'm still super winded from when he was breathing fire, so don't expect a lot from me," Lori said.
“From when he was what?!” Itsuka asked as she threw the headless Kashiko off of her, the action happening at the same time Izuku used his fire breath to melt Shouto's ice. “Never mind, then!”
“What the hell is this shit?!” Katsuki asked, either in response to Izuku’s new powers or to the fact that the zombies were still ignoring him.
“No, a crusade is still off the table, even if it's starting to seem like a good option!" Lori had no idea what Ibara was talking about, but either way, it was clear from her repeated failed attacks that she was starting to get exhausted.
“Someone should probably do something about this,” Dark Shadow said, eating a large turkey leg while Momo had her bo staff snapped in two by the muscular Ochaco.
“If we could, we would,” Shouto said, his body covered head to toe in ice. If Lori was a gambling fish, she’d bet that that wasn’t a good thing.
“Dammit, this is all going nowhere,” Itsuka said as she slapped Mashirao into a wall.
"I know, right?" Lori asked as she kicked a hole through Yuga. "Normally, Romero's zombies all lose their minds, but Izuku keeping his for some reason is making them be way too coordinated. Just how badly did he screw up the spell to—wait, that's it!"
"What? What's it?!"
This is it! Lori thought to Itsuka.
Your telepathy? Itsuka thought.
That's right. In all the madness, I forgot that I never shut off my link to Izuku! I can use that to reach into his mind and shut his brain off!
Shut his brain off?!
It's a figure of speech that doesn't translate that well from the original Atlantean. Basically, I'm just gonna mess around with his head a bunch until he loses consciousness.
And that's, you know, safe?
It should be, and there really aren't any better options in front of us. After a bit of silence, Itsuka gave her the OK; she didn't sound completely fine with it, but Lori could tell that she just hated seeing her friend as he was and just wanted it all to end. Lori understood that completely, so with no hesitation, she focused all of her telepathic powers into Izuku's mind. Just as she feared, all of his thoughts had been twisted by Romero's magic to be nothing but incoherence layered between anger and hatred. It made her want to throw up, but she couldn't give in, so she pressed on ever forward.
In a matter of seconds, Izuku screamed and fell to his knees, the rest of the horde quickly following suit.
"All right! I don't know what's going on, but let's get 'em!" Katsuki said.
"No!" Lori interjected. "Right now, I'm using my telepathic abilities to mess with Izuku's mind, but it's very fragile to the point that the slightest physical contact will disrupt the link. Everyone needs to social distance until this is completely over and done with!" Katsuki grumbled something before conceding to leave Lori alone, as he should.
"What purple her doing to me?" Izuku asked. "Me really like it. You no stop right now!" Izuku stomped on the ground with enough force to make a small crater and stepped over towards Lori.
"No!" Lori focused more of her power into Izuku and sent him back to the ground. "I'm not stopping until you stop!" Lori kept putting her all into it, but Izuku's mind was a surprisingly hard nut to crack. It was taking all she had to just walk through the doorway, and he was taking advantage of that to keep making a slow advance forward. Even the strongest human would surely have given up by now, but Izuku still resisted her. She couldn't have that. She couldn't fail when Itsuka was counting on her, so she abandoned any and all notions of holding back and pushed forward into his mind with everything she had to give. Once more, Izuku fell to the ground, and that time, Lori could tell he wouldn't be so quick to get up. Now was her chance to break through and get him for good.
"What?" It all flew at her in an instant. So fast, so strange, so unbelievable that she barely had time to process the information she had just learned. Never had she ever learned anything so impossibly impossible before, and the impossibility of it all made her lose focus for a second. It was just a second, but it was more than enough time for Izuku to regain his footing, let out a roar, and charge at Lori. He only failed to tackle her because Itsuka pulled her out of the way, but even that was enough to disrupt the telepathic link and free Izuku, thus returning freedom to the entire horde.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I just—that's a lot to take in."
"What's a lot to take in?" Itsuka asked. Lori looked at her, dumbfounded. There was nothing hidden beneath the surface of that; she didn't know anything about it. He really had it in him to keep something like that a secret. She'd like to dwell on it more, but all of the zombies were back in fighting shape, so now wasn't the time for that.
"Now you all live!" Izuku shouted above the moans of the horde. This was the end. Everyone was too exhausted and beat up to hold the line for more than a second, so it would take very little for them to be overwhelmed and forcibly turned into zombies. Even though they would die, it still technically wasn't life or death, but that didn't mean any of them should have to deal with it, either way. As the end drew ever closer, Lori did the only thing she was capable of doing: brace for the end of her life and the beginning of her unlife.
However, at about the time that she should have seen Izuku gnawing at her flesh, she instead saw him and all the other zombies stop as a fortunately familiar light appeared out of nowhere.
"Hey, everyone," Seraph said in a carefree tone as the light faded away.
"Mr. Lavon, you came!" Ibara cried out, her hair taking the shape of an exclamation mark.
"Just in the nick of time."
"A couple of minutes ago wouldn't have been so bad, either," Lori said.
"Yeah, in all seriousness, though, I'm sorry about that," Seraph said. "Even with how badly Romero screwed up, this was still a training exercise, so I thought it'd be fine to let you all handle things on your own. It clearly got out of hand, and I'm just gonna fix everything right now, okay? Okay."
The zombies resumed their charge, and at the same time, Seraph slammed his staff against the ground, releasing a surge of magical energy that turned the half-dome of ice into a giant mass of water. Instead of falling onto their heads, though, the water split into massive tendrils that wrapped around all of the zombies except Izuku and pulled them into the air before transforming into spheres of water that perfectly trapped every one of them.
"My enemies! Yes!" Izuku shouted.
"That takes care of them; just have to wait for them to drown enough times to come back to life." Up in the air, Ochaco started to tear through her sphere, but with a quick wink from Seraph, the water fixed itself and a pair of aquatic handcuffs were thrown on her. "Wait, was that one girl always so buff? Eh, it's probably not important. Now all that's left is—"
"Live!" Izuku flew at Seraph faster than a speeding bullet, but Seraph made a small wall of Earth rise up that somehow managed to completely block the attack and cause him to fall to the ground. "That no hurt!"
"Do I have to try harder, then?" Seraph shrugged his shoulders before tapping the ground with his staff once more and causing it to transform into a giant cobra. The cobra hissed at Izuku before charging ahead like an arrow and tearing a giant hole through his chest.
"Holy crap!" said Eijiro and a multitude of other students.
"Well, part of that is correct." The snake slithered back to Seraph and turned back into his staff. As bits of flesh fell about in his chest cavity, Izuku growled and spat out a stream of fire at Seraph, only for him to spin his staff around like a fan and deflect it all. Immediately after that, he fired off a blast of ice vision, but Seraph used his magic to turn it into water and redirect back at Izuku and chop off his arms. It would have been a cool sight if the situation wasn't what it was.
"Keep going… Keep going… Me like this a lot! Why you not doing this?! Me deserve this!"
"Again, I'm sorry I let it get this far," Seraph said. He pointed his staff into the air, and right above it appeared a massive ball of fire. "With this next attack, I hereby burn away all of your sins."
"Me love this! Me love hurting people, you know! Me do this all on me own, so don't leave me alone!"
Stop it! Please, just—just stop it, okay? The words were loud and clear within the telepathic link, but they weren't Lori's, they were Itsuka's. Judging by how his movements all came to a standstill, her plea had actually worked. Interesting, Lori told herself.
"Har-Har Infigar!" A beam of fire shot out of the ball right at Izuku and engulfed him in a pillar of flames; the sound of scorching embers was only barely drowned out by the sound of Izuku's screams. After a few seconds, the fire faded away, and Izuku fell to the ground a charred mess of a thing.
A second later, the signature purple aura of the zombies left him and his flesh, in addition to losing all signs of injury, regained its original coloration. Lori could finally breathe again. It was finally over.
"Is anything ever over, though? In my experience, death is just a beginning for something else entirely, but I might be biased in that regard. What do you think?"
"Again, where am I?" The woman Midoriya was talking to merely shrugged her shoulders. She did that every time he asked that question as if it wasn't important, even though it clearly was. The last thing he remembered was being in a state of shock as a zombified Mineta somehow managed to bite him, and then all of a sudden, he was in a realm of darkness with his only company being a pale-skinned girl with a parasol whose black clothes seemed to melt into the environment. He didn't know how she started waxing philosophies on death, but it wasn't what he wanted to be hearing right now.
"You know, if I knew I'd get so little out of talking to you, I don't know if I'd have even bothered to show up. But I finally had a good chance to talk to you, so I figured I'd just take it," said the woman in black before drinking from a cup of tea that wasn't there a moment ago.
"Wait, you've been wanting to talk to me? Am I someone special to you?" Midoriya asked.
"Yes, but also no." Midoriya didn't quite get it. "Let me explain. I think all things in the universe—human, inhuman, animal, well-hatted—are special in their own right, but no matter what kind of life you live, in the end, everyone has to see me all the same, so in that regard, no one's any more special than anyone else. Still, I've been looking for a chance to talk to you before the 'big day' for a while because I wanted to follow up on a talk I had with someone else a while back. Yeah, you've never been in this kind of situation before, but I could have gotten help from someone if I wasn't always so swamped with work, and having to work around Jimmy and the Big Five also didn't help a lot.”
“Who and what?”
“Never mind. The point is that I finally got a chance to talk to you, and it's been nice, even if you haven't had much to say about anything."
"Sorry. My mind's been, you know, elsewhere." Midoriya gestured around to wherever it was that they were supposed to be.
"Well, this has been enough for me. I think it's about time for you to start coming to."
"Coming to? Wait, has this all been a dream?"
"No; like I told your friend all those years ago, dreams are more my brother's field of expertise. This isn't exactly what he went through, but either way, it's going to end right about—"
"What friend? What are you—"
"Now."
Midoriya awoke to a sense of confusion and weakness. The memories of his meeting with whoever that was supposed to be were still burning through his mind, almost as if it had really happened. That, of course, raised more questions than answers, so he decided to table it for the time being; that summed up the confusion. As for weakness, that came about from an incredible amount of stiffness running through his body; he could still move fine enough, but his body ached with every move he made.
"Is this what cramps feel like?" Midoriya asked.
"Probably." To his surprise, it was All Might who answered his question. "Did you have a good nap, Young Midoriya?"
"Maybe? Why was I asleep, and why am I in a nurse's office?"
"Well, that's kind of a long story." All Might then proceeded to tell Midoriya the previously alluded to long story about how he was turned into a bloodthirsty zombie who led an entire horde of undead against everyone else in the exercise. By the end of it all, Midoriya wanted to vomit.
"I wanted this to just be a normal day. After the USJ, I needed something light and manageable, but was that too much to ask? Oh God, and I even dragged everyone else into it, too! This is the worst. The absolute worst."
"Well, maybe you should hold off on that for a bit," All Might said with a nervous expression.
"Hi, Izuku! Hi, All Might!" Midoriya had no idea how things could get worse, but as if the universe took it upon itself to answer the question, Lori of all people barged into the room.
"L-Lori-san!" Midoriya said. "Um, I know that everyone's a little banged up after what happened, but All Might is only here with me, personally, because, um, because me being the one who caused the most damage left him worried about any possible psychological damage I might be suffering, that's why!"
"Wait, what? I know you're lying, but is that something you think you might have?" Lori asked.
"What do you mean? I'm not—"
"Midoriya, my boy, she knows about us." Despite all of his aching, Midoriya still shot up in his bed. All Might wasn't lying. He was being as truthful as he had always been, and that was the worst part about it.
"S-So all the stuff about One for All and your injury?"
"I know it all, yeah. Your glamour charm is really good, by the way; I get why Principal Watahashi likes Midnight so much," Lori said.
"I don't—This is just—All Might, why would you tell her?!"
"He didn't! I just, sorta, found out." Lori put on a slightly melancholic expression that, from the little Midoriya knew about her, didn't fit her personality. "When you were a zombie and kicking all of our asses, I tried to stop you by using my telepathy to shut your brain off—"
"Shut my brain off?!"
"It's a figure of speech that doesn't translate that well from the original Atlantean. Basically, I was just gonna mess around with your head a bunch until you lost consciousness. You were putting up a lot of resistance, though, so I had to go super deep inside your mind, and that led to me learning all your All Might secrets… among other things."
"Oh." Midoriya didn't need to ask her to clarify what she meant by that. There was only one thing she could possibly be talking about.
"I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really sorry about that! I didn't go in your head to try and learn your secrets, and if I knew there was anything big like this in there, I never would have even tried it! Just when we had that whole thing about me being too forward, I go and do something like this." There was no arguing with that. "Look, um, we Atlanteans have always had people hating us for not being human. King Orin joining the Justice Society helped alleviate that a little, but it wasn't much, and when people started panicking over Quirks showing up, and then with all of the anti-alien stuff that happened after the Lantern War, we got thrown into the mix, too. Things have gotten a lot better since then, but it's not exactly perfect. Even I've gotten weird looks from people every now and then since I came to the surface world, and I bet it's been tough for you, even if you've been able to hide it."
"Y-Yeah." Midoriya agreed with her on that. Even if he had lucked himself into a situation where no one knew he was an alien, there was still the fact that he always had to watch people going on about how terrible the average alien was, about how great it was that there weren't any around, about how if there were any around, then for their sake, they'd better not show themselves. That was what he had to endure for over a decade, and it would have never gotten tolerable if it wasn't for one person.
"God, imagine if Sir finds out about this," All Might mumbled under his breath. "Naturally, I still feel weird about all of this, but I don't see why Young Lori can't be trusted. She seems like a nice girl, and her honesty speaks for itself. Neither of us needs to be concerned about the idea of having her as a confidant."
"Confidant, yeah! That's a good word for what this is, right? If one of your friends ever does something like bring an alien-shaped pinata to class, you can just call me to vent about it, okay?"
Something like would never happen; Midoriya only knew that Ashido, Tsunotori, and Kodai had definitively positive views on aliens, but that still sounded like a ridiculous thing to do, regardless of your stance on the matter. The second part of that he could agree with, though. He did have his parents and All Might and Professor Stein and K.E.L.E.X., but all of them were adults who didn't really understand what he had to live with on a personal level. He never had someone in his corner who was his age, let alone someone with even a remotely similar history to his own.
"Yeah, I-I guess that could be nice," Midoriya said.
"Yay!" Lori moved in to hug him, but fortunately for him, she stopped herself short and switched gears into a high-five. He could live with that, and if he tried hard enough, he could live with this change in the status quo.
"Okay, Midoriya, my boy, I still have some things to discuss with Young Lori, so you should go check in with your classmates. They're all in the arcade hall, and they should probably know that you're up, you know," All Might said.
"Yeah, okay," Midoriya said. Midoriya hopped out of bed and headed for the door, All Might and Lori giving him respectively awkward and overzealous smiles as he exited the room.
At the very least, two out of three people in that room didn't know what they were doing.
"Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man." The second Midoriya headed for the arcade hall, the further reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. "I shouldn't be going where I'm going; I'm just walking into a death trap! All Might said that I was beating everyone up and turning them into zombies, so who there even wants to see me? They're probably all angry about everything I did to them, even if it wasn't my fault, because of course, they would be! The circumstances behind why you were beaten up don't matter; all that matters is that you were beaten up, and that's something worth being mad about! How can I even show my face to them? What am I supposed to say to them that won't blow up in my face? My God, how could I let this happen? I'm doing this because I don't want to hurt people, but that's exactly what I'm doing!"
If he was being honest, he'd be more comfortable just making an Irish goodbye and withdrawing from U.A. the second he got back home. The situation seemed to warrant it, but as he approached the arcade hall, a small part of him knew that those people deserved a little better than that. He needed to at least look them all in the eye one last time before leaving them all behind in shame. He slowly opened the door, preparing himself for one last look at them all.
"Hey, it's Midoriya!" Mineta's voice stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the whirring and buzzing of the arcade machines, and it was quickly joined by a variety of other voices.
"Midoriya-kun, does this mean you have fully recovered?!" Iida asked.
"Y-Yeah, I guess so," Midoriya said.
"What a relief! Everyone who was zombified is feeling lingering aftereffects, so we were worried about how you were doing, what with how badly damaged Seraph left you," Yaoyorozu said. Midoriya nodded his head with a bit of hesitation.
"Man, zombie you was just insane! You were breathing fire and shooting ice out of your eyes —it was so crazy to look at!" Ashido said.
"I don't know if I really agree with that, ribbit," said a Tsuyu who was covered in colorful band-aids, the number of which Mongoose kept adding to.
"Oh, Asui-san! All Might told me that you—that when I was a zombie, I—"
"Hey, don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault, and Tskymi-chan made me all better, anyway."
"At least he was good for something," Tokoyami said, Shiozaki letting out a small laugh in response.
"Yo-You're not mad?" Midoriya asked, Tsuyu quickly shaking her head in response.
"And if Tsuyu-chan's okay with you, then I'm okay with you, too!" Mongoose said as she put a bunny rabbit band-aid on Tsuyu's cheek.
"Well, I'm not okay with any of this!" Komori said. Now appeared to be when people would start reacting the way they were supposed to react. "You made a total mockery of me and my Shroom Buddies, and I was only able to shine with seventy percent of my usual star power!"
"Sorry?" Midoriya hadn't guessed that that was something he'd be apologizing for.
"You're gonna be, come Sports Festival time. Now that we all know you're weak to magic, I know for a fact that I can style all over you, so just try and prepare for that!" Midoriya took in a gulp. In the middle of everything that was happening, it completely slipped his mind that the incident had revealed a definitive weakness of his outside of getting punched hard in the face. He didn't know how to feel about that any more than he knew what was going on at that moment.
"The hell you will, Fungal Bitch!" Bakugou said. In response to that, Komori just stuck her tongue out at him.
"Why are—"
"Hey, Midoriya!" Before Midoriya could finish speaking, Fujimi and Sekigai stepped forward through the crowd. Fujimi was wearing a dunce cap on his head and had a wooden sign reading "I'm a blithering, incompetent dunderhead too stupid to mess with the mortal plane" in blood-red ink, and Sekigai stood behind him with a pixelated taser in his back.
"Fujimi-kun?" Fujimi just mumbled something in response.
"Say it," Sekigai said. Fujimi mumbled incoherently once more before Sekigai zapped him in the back. "Say it!"
"Ah! Fuckin—" Sekigai zapped him again. "I'm sorry, ya hear me?!"
"That's a good boy." Sekigai patted him on the back; he nearly mumbled again, but the sound of the taser quickly put a stop to that.
"So did your magic make him fight without holding back, or something? Midoriya's always awesome, but he's never that much of a beast, you know," Mineta said.
"I don't know what the hell that was," Fujimi said. In response to that, Sekigai pointed to the word "incompetent" on the sign around his neck. "God, why couldn't it have worked the way it was supposed to work? What I wouldn't have given to reduce you to my mindless puppet—" In response to that, Sekigai tased him in the back again and he quickly went quiet.
"Whatever it was, it was awesome! Not just the way he was punching and kicking the crap out of everyone, but when he started breathing fire and shooting ice out of his? Talk about manly!" Kirishima said.
"Yeah! Between that and Uraraka getting super buff, all of you Monstars just have secrets out the wazoo!" Ashido said.
"Yeah—wait, I was doing what?" Uraraka asked.
"Getting super buff."
"Who was?"
"You."
"Me?"
"You."
"What?" The two of them kept going back and forth in that manner with Uraraka continually looking more and more confused. Midoriya would be lying if he said he didn't share the sentiment.
"You know, Kirishima, you keep saying how cool Midoriya was as a zombie, but try saying that when you actually have to become one," Jirou said. "God, my neck is killing me. How many times was I decapitated, anyway?" Hagakure then proceeded to give Jirou a neck rub, for some reason.
"Okay, can someone please tell me what's going on?!" Midoriya shouted through the chatter. "All Might told me that I was attacking all of you, that I was trying to kill you, and you're doing nothing to deny it! Why isn't anyone mad at me?!"
There was silence in the arcade hall, the exact silence Midoriya had expected to be there when he first walked in, only with a surprisingly stronger degree of awkwardness. It only took a moment for Kendou—who had been silent up to that point—to break it by walking over to Midoriya and flicking him in the forehead.
"How can you think anyone here would be so petty that we'd be mad at you? Just—Just how?!" Kendou asked.
"What?"
"Midoriya-san, even if your transformation was different from the others', that doesn't change the fact that you were forced into a state of being where you had no control over yourself. Nothing you did back then was your fault, and no one has the right to act like it was," Yaoyorozu said.
"Besides, it's not like you were a total monster. After all, you were somehow able to force us all to not touch Bakugou," Kaminari said with a laugh.
"Stop reminding everyone about that!" Bakugou said. "And you knock off your shit, too, Deku! What, you think you're so much better than us that you can break us with one little love tap? Fat chance! No one in this room's that fragile, and if you try to treat us like we are, I'm gonna kill you, for real!"
It almost sounded like words of encouragement; almost, if not for Bakugou's usual quirks. Even if it wasn't that, the message was still loud and clear, even though there was no reason it needed to be said, in the first place.
"I'm sorry!" That time, Midoriya actually had something to apologize for to the point of bowing and digging the top part of his head into the floor. "I was being really stupid, so—" Midoriya pulled his head out of the floor and then—in under a second—grabbed Fujimi's dunce cap and jammed it onto his head. "There."
Uraraka was the first to laugh—apparently, it was enough to break her out of her confusion—before the entire room was filled with laughter. Fujimi mumbled something about how he deserved more than that, only to be tased in the back for his trouble.
"Okay, now that all of that is settled, we have one hour left until it's time to return to U.A.," Iida said. "We could simply spend our time playing in this arcade hall, but I think it would be better for us to have our hosts give us a more extended tour of the facilities in order for us to—" Nearly everyone had long since run off to a random game, and a dejected Iida was pulled over to Super Robin Bros. by Komori.
"So, we were talking about some stuff before everything went to hell." Kendou was among the few who hadn't moved.
"Y-Yeah, that's right," Midoriya said. Somehow, the tension he felt remembering that was equal to what he felt when he thought everyone hated him.
"I've been a jerk today, you know that? Feeling annoyed that Lori kissed you is one thing, but I just kept being mad about it, even though you two had already settled it and were trying to move past it. Then again, it's not like she didn't keep doing stuff to warrant—see? There I go again!"
"No, I agree with you on that! Lori-san is nice and everything, but I don't think I like how, well, physical she likes to be. I don't have a lot of experience with girls, but I think I prefer it when they don't try to be overly affectionate like that? Not that a hug or other stuff is ever bad, but maybe just save it for the right time? Does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense," Kendou said rather quickly. "A-Anyway, I still don't have a clear idea of why I was so upset, but if my choices are staying mad at you and kicking your butt at Sentries of the Last Cosmos, well, I think I can make an effort to put it past me. At least for now, anyway. How's that sound?"
"That sounds—That sounds good to me." Kendou nodded her head with a smile, grabbed Midoriya by the hand, and pulled him over to Sentries of the Last Cosmos, where she did, indeed, proceed to easily beat him.
To think that he was so ready to abandon these people a few moments ago.
Soon enough, the day came to an end, and Midnight led everyone off of the giant turtle that housed Isamu Academy. When Yamashiro pulled the bus around, Iida immediately started trying to load everyone on in the same pattern as before, but the process was slightly stalled by everyone saying goodbye to the Isamu students and just chilling about, in general. Bakugou and Fujimi snarled at each other a bit before Sekigai silenced the latter, Tadan sweating through the whole thing, Tsuyu shared what seemed to be a heartfelt goodbye with Mongoose, and to Midoriya's own surprise, Lori only said a few words to him before pulling Kendou off to the side.
"I don't know what they're talking about, but I'm just glad this day is over," Midoriya said.
"Hey, it wasn't that bad, at least in the beginning," Kirishima said.
"Definitely not in your beginning, man," Mineta said. Midoriya knew what he was talking about, but there were other things involving Lori that he had to mull over now.
"I had lots of fun today, even if everyone didn't get to see me at my super best," Komori said.
"I think that what we got to see was plenty spectacular, but if you feel it wasn't, then I look forward to seeing you do your best at the Sports Festival," Iida said.
"Aww, thanks! Oh, by the way, take this." Komori pulled out a piece of paper covered in glitter and handed it to Iida. Midoriya could tell from a glance that a series of numbers were written on it that could only be her phone number. Mineta and Kaminari's jaws immediately hit the floor.
"Yes, it definitely would be good to exchange contact information if we ever have anything to discuss!" As Iida put Komori's number in his phone and gave his to Komori, Mineta and Kaminari collected themselves just enough to mouth words of frustration and disbelief. Midoriya had enough of that, so he turned his attention back to Kendou and Lori. They seemed to be done with whatever they were talking about, and the two were parting on a surprisingly amicable note.
"Eek! Oh my God, a big, hairy spider's in the seat next to me!" Ashido said in a monotone voice. "It's all gross and ugly and insecty! Oh, if only there was someone brave and manly enough to protect me from this foul creature!"
"Don't worry guys, I got this," Kirishima said, getting out of his seat while Midoriya was still trying to process what was even happening.
"Absolutely no one else cares about this," Bakugou said.
"Right, right. Okay, let me at this—hey, where's the spider?"
"Must have left because he was scared of you. You should stay and make sure he can't come back," Ashido said. She pulled Kirishima down into the seat next to her—something he didn't look too upset over—at the exact second Kendou stepped onto the bus.
"Mina, why is Kirishima in my seat?" Kendou asked.
"He's protecting little ol' me from creepy crawlies. It's super necessary, so I guess you'll have to find somewhere else to sit," Ashido said with a big smile on her face. Midoriya saw Kirishima look at her with confusion, then Midoriya saw Aoyama looking at him with a look that was somehow weirder than his usual looks. Kendou shrugged as she sat down next to Midoriya, but he couldn't help but notice that she was a little slow at it. Nevertheless, he happily welcomed her as a seatmate.
Midoriya was happy that the day was over, but if he was being honest, there were worse ways it could have ended.
Soon enough, the day came to an end, and Kayama led everyone off of the giant turtle that housed her Alma mater; Watahashi refused to meet with them again, but Kayama would be hard-pressed to view that as a negative.
"Today was certainly one for the books, Kayama, but let's try to not do it again," Chaim said as Iida made the U.A. students step onto the bus in a specific order.
"It would have been fine if you had stepped in before the plague got out of control. Didn't they teach us about that in freshman Exorcism?" Kayama asked.
"You know I took Voodoo freshman year."
"Oh yeah. The classes earned you the same credit, but only one of them was for cool people."
"And yet they let you in Exorcism, anyway. Go figure." Kayama was a bit ashamed to admit that she didn't have a retort for that one, so instead, she opted to just laugh and hug her old friend.
"You're calling me tonight and we're picking a day to get drinks and catch up, you hear me?" Kayama asked.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" Chaim said. "And hey, maybe you can tell me how things ended up with you and Atsuhi—"
"Okay, you heard me, so that's enough. Goodbye, and see you soon." Chaim looked confused, but a pat on the back sent him on his way with a shrug of the shoulder. Kayama thought interrupting him earlier made it clear she didn't want to talk about him, but it seemed like she gave him too much credit. Well, it was over, so no need to dwell on it.
"Yamashiro's waiting for us, so come on," Aizawa said. Kayama nodded her head and stepped away from Isamu grounds as it folded back into the regular cityscape.
"I guess I'll meet you three back at school, then," All Might said as he climbed into what was technically his car.
"You all right?"
"If I'm not, then I'll use the drive to try and cool off. Try being the operative word here." For a split second, Kayama thought about asking him if he wanted her to use a spell to calm him down, but he probably wasn't in the mood for that. "You know the thing I killed at the USJ? The Noumu? They're still working on the autopsy, but Tsukauchi, my friend in the police force, says that they've found things to suggest the presence of multiple Quirks inside of him, and there's only one man who could do something like that."
Even in his untransformed state, All Might's steering wheel seemed to bend a bit under the pressure of his hands.
"I never confirmed it, and in the back of my mind, I knew that I failed to finish the job all those years ago, but even still, I wish that I didn't have to accept this. I wish I didn't have to accept that after all these years, that man—that monster—is still alive."
All Might said nothing else before driving off. Aizawa and Kayama headed for the bus, the two of them exchanging a look that made it clear that even if they knew what was to come, neither one of them could ever hate or understand it as much as All Might.
Kayama didn't know if she wanted to, either.
Without warning, he stirred himself awake. With his body still as broken as it was, he tried to spend most of each day asleep to try and recover as much as he could, yet something had managed to awaken him. Or, rather, someone.
"Oh, you're awake, sir," his doctor said. "Did you want to check on the Number Nine Project?"
"Hm? Well, I'm awake, so I might as well see how that pet project is going," he said.
"What brought you out of your slumber, then?"
"If I'm being honest, I believe I sensed something; a presence I have not felt since…" He trailed off at that. Exactly how long had it been since he felt what he felt? How many years? How many decades? How many centuries? It was hard to say, honestly.
"Anything we should be concerned about?"
With the best smile he could manage, he told his doctor, "Quite the opposite, actually." He didn't know how long it had been since he felt what he felt, but he knew what it meant for him and the wider world around himself.
And he couldn't wait for it to come out in full force.
They were in Roshiyua Forest, if he was remembering right. The trees there were the tallest and thickest in all of Japan, and they all came together to make one of the densest forests in the country. It was probably nice to look at when you were on vacation, but when you were at work, especially when said work involved chasing down violent criminals, then it was just an annoying obstacle for you to maneuver around.
"I see her, Ishido! Up in that tree!" Ishido looked up in the direction Donald was pointing, and sure enough, their target was sitting up in a tree, laughing at them the way she always did.
"Hey, guys. You havin' fun down there?" she asked without a care in the world.
"Yeah, a real party. You should join us before we run out of appetizers," Ishido said.
"Nah, I'm good."
"It wasn't a request," Donald said. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a gun that nearly matched his six foot five height, and fired it at the target. Naturally, she jumped down and away from it, and the tree she was sitting on was blown to smithereens.
"Well, I guess you did manage to get me down for the party. Unfortunately, I've got work in the morning, so I need to leave early." With that, she started running out of the forest, Ishido and Donald immediately giving chase. Donald kept firing his weapon at her, but all he did was make craters in spots she ended up being nowhere near. It was ridiculous for a girl so young to be so fast, yet this was their reality.
"We can't let her get out of the forest. Ishido, how we doin'?" Donald asked.
"I'm ready," Ishido said. At his word, his eyes changed from brown to black with a pattern of white dots reminiscent of stars. One look at the target allowed him to project a single command into her: fall.
"Whoops." With that, the girl tripped over her own two feet and fell to the ground. It only kept her delayed for about a second, but a second was all Ishido needed to pull out his own gun and shoot her in the knee, resulting in a much more permanent fall.
"Maximum Gravity Photon Emitters. MGPE for short, but we like to call them 'Black Hole Lasers' and 'Black Hole Bullets'," Ishido said as the target rubbed her wound.
"We only save them for the worst of the worst, so congratulations on that, Jacqueline Ripper," Donald said.
Donald Fite! Quirk: Hammer Space! Donald can fit anything inside of his pockets, no matter how large it might be, so long as it's only two pockets at a time, at most!
Ishido Maad! Quirk: Will Power! Once every four hours, Ishido can look at someone and instill into them a specific command that they must obey, so long as it isn't in conflict with their personality!
Together, these two form the duo Fire 'n Maad, the top agents of the All-Purpose Enforcement Squad, or "A.P.E.S." for short!
"Are we sold on that name? I'm not even British, and I've killed way more people than that guy ever did," Jacqueline said with a laugh.
"No one asked for your opinion," Ishido said, pointing his gun right in her face.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" It was a tempting offer, it truly was. She passed herself off as a schoolgirl with messy hair and sharp teeth, but underneath it all was a sociopathic murder with a body count modern-day Villains could only dream of. He didn't know if that said more about her or Villain society as a whole, but in the end, killing her then and there would definitely do the world a favor.
"That's not how we do things. You're going down the same way as any other criminal scumbag. What happens after that—"
"Is none of your business, right?" Jacqueline cut in. "Man, don't you just love hypocrisy? It's hands down the easiest way of figuring out who is and isn't full of shit, and guess which category you fall into?"
"You want me to do it, man? I guarantee you I'd have an easier time with it," Donald said.
"Not funny, Donald," Ishido said.
"Not as funny as your face, anyway." Ishido felt his eyes widen as Jacqueline's body melted away into a liquified mass.
"Shit!" Ishido didn't know who said it first, him or Donald, but it didn't matter, for in a matter of milliseconds, Jacqueline had knocked them both down to the ground with hits too fast to see and too strong for them to stand up as fast as they should.
"That damn illusion trick again! When did you even have time to use it?!" Donald asked.
"Like I said before, don't diminish and degrade this art by labeling as a simple illusion," Jacqueline said. "As for when I used it, well, why were you dumb enough to think I wasn't using it before you showed up?"
She was smart and cunning, at least a little more than the average Villain. That's what helped make her a threat, and that's what Ishido hated about her.
"Well, this was fun, but I gotta get going. I got big stuff going on soon, huge stuff, and because of that, I'll be a good sport and let you go. Kill ya later, though, okay? Okay. Buh-Bye!" With a mockingly innocent wave, Jacqueline skipped away from them a speed they could never hope to rival, and in a matter of seconds, she was completely gone from sight.
"Dammit. That brat just—dammit! Bones is gonna rake us over the coals for this mess," Donald said.
"It's fine. We'll get her next time," Ishido said. He wanted to believe that, or, rather, he needed to believe that.
For if she kept getting away, there was no telling what could happen.
With that, the field trip arc—and by extension, this story's proverbial first season—has come to a close. And now, the arc you've all been waiting over a year for will finally get started… after one more chapter that, while heavily tied to the plot and worldbuilding, is rather self-indulgent, so, yeah. Let's hope it doesn't take that long.
Chapter 31: Wayne's World
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For most of his life, he never thought he'd be able to have a good night's sleep, though that was mostly because sleep rarely ever came. Sometimes it was because his duties—both on and off the streets—kept him up so late that he didn't have time for it before the next job, other times it was because he knew the memories of that night in the alleyway had a chance of coming back at night, so he did what he could to ride things out into the day. Things were different now. Now, he had very little that kept him away from his bed, he even had a good reason to get into it, and he could fall asleep and never have to wonder if he'd wake up after a night of pleasant dreams.
Nowadays, it was getting out of bed that usually gave him trouble, as it was today. Sometimes it was just because he was too comfortable, but most of the time, as was the case that day, it was because his joints simply made it a chore. His arms and legs felt like they were wrapped in cement, a feeling he knew all too well from personal experience, and his neck felt like it would shatter the second he tried to move it; his back felt surprisingly fine, but it didn't do much to help him.
What did help him was a single hand against his arm. Gentle, warm, loving, it was more than enough to erase all of the tension in his bones. Decades had passed since the first time he felt it, but it still always felt as refreshing as it did the first time.
"You sleep well?" asked the woman with the magic touch.
"You made it easy enough," he said as he picked up his cane from against the dresser. As he got up and started rounding the bed, she leaned forward and brought him in for a kiss; as opposed to the hand, that always seemed to get better with every time it happened. "You're not exactly making a good case for why I should get out of bed."
"Do you plan on fighting me on it?" She gave him the face she always did, a face that had aged far more gracefully than his own, though he supposed that was a benefit of functional immortality. Either way, even if her face had twice the wrinkles that were already there, even if her hair wasn't as white as his own, she was the kind of woman you'd have to be stupid to say no to, and not just because she could break you apart with one fingernail.
So Bruce Wayne put down his cane and went back to bed with Diana Wayne née Prince, and the two indulged in the sort of things that people married for about a century often did. It was nice, to say the least.
After Bruce finally managed to tear himself away from Diana—a rather challenging feat—and freshen up for the morning, the only thing left to do was head to the kitchen for breakfast. Back in the old days, all he had to do was wait for Alfred to whip something up, but now he handled it all, himself, partly because he didn’t need a butler anymore, partly because there was no way he could ask Julia or any of her kids to do it. More importantly, it was healthy to find little ways to stay active at his age, no matter how prolonged it had been made by outside means. As such, Bruce was ready to take his time with pouring himself a bowl of Batman Bites for breakfast; he didn't approve of their existence, but they were low in cholesterol and actually tasted good.
"Morning, Mr. Wayne!" To his surprise, someone was already in the kitchen, standing against the wall while eating his Batman Bites. It was a young girl he had gotten more than acquainted with over the years dressed in a Batgirl pajama top that just barely covered her waist. Her blonde hair looked tangled and messy, and she ate a spoonful of cereal without a care in the world, as shown by the smile etched across her purple—eggplant, he reminded himself—face.
"Did you study for your math test?" was all Bruce said as he went for the bowls.
"What, no good morning? There's still plenty of cereal, so no need to get mad about that."
"I'm not mad about anything. I'm mostly annoyed that this is how I found out about you spending the night. Your state of dress certainly doesn't help."
"What do you mean? I totally—Wait, what?" She looked over herself and quickly flushed with embarrassment. Most people wouldn't be able to walk around in their underwear and be completely oblivious to it, but most people weren't Stephanie Brown.
"I'll be right back."
"I'm sure you will." Stephanie put her bowl down on the counter and ran out of the kitchen. Bruce heard her quickly say "Hi, babe, bye, babe!", so he had a good idea of who was entering the kitchen now.
"Morning, Dad." Sure enough, it was his daughter, already dressed for school and looking at him attentively with her three eyes; wooden stakes were sticking out of her bag, but he was sure there was a good reason for it.
"Morning, Cassandra. Did you study for your theater test?" Cassandra nodded her head as she opened up the fridge and pulled out a breakfast burrito of some sort. While she managed to get it in the microwave before he could object, he still gave her a look that told her she needed to eat something healthy, so when the microwave finished, she grabbed a granola bar in addition to the burrito.
"What's with the stakes?" Bruce asked.
"Maps thinks there's a vampire in the school," Cassandra said.
"Did you talk to Barbara about it?"
"She said that if there is one, it's nothing we can't handle."
"I don't doubt that. Still, make sure Olive's ready to back you and Stephanie up in case you two need to change." Cassandra nodded her head as the two of them, their respective breakfasts in hand, left the kitchen, and sat down at the overly long dining table.
I really should get rid of this, Bruce thought. It's too impractical; it's nothing but a relic of the days where I had to put "playboy" between "genius, billionaire" and "philanthropist". The only time the entirety of this massive thing is ever used is when the entire family is over, and that only happens on…
"Wait, what day is it?" Bruce asked.
"Spaghetti Day in the cafeteria," Cassandra said as she bit into her breakfast burrito.
"That is not useful." Cassandra just shrugged her shoulders.
"Hi, Mom." A second later, Diana entered the dining room from the kitchen dressed in non-prescription glasses and a gray pantsuit that matched her hair. It looked like that would be her first costume for the day.
"Morning, sweeties," Diana said, kissing them both on their respective heads before sitting down next to Bruce with a bowl of Wonder O's.
"Big day in DC?" Bruce asked.
"Nothing too fancy. Just going over some propositions for increased leniency towards vigilantism that probably won't get passed. After that, I have to check over the summer catalog for D.W.—I think this is going to be a good summer for orange—and between all of that, I need to track down Doctor Psycho before he can unleash his newest hypno ray on the capital. Oh, but Heracles and Conan are helping me with that, so with any luck, I won't even have to get involved."
"So you're a little less busy than usual. Good. You're even older than I am, so there's no need to stress yourself too much."
"Especially when it keeps me away from you, right?" Bruce didn't comment on that. "Cass, tell your father to stop being grouchy."
"Be nice to Mom," Cassandra said.
"I'm not being mean to her, you know," Bruce said.
"But still—Fine, I'll let you win this one," Diana said. Odd. She never let him win with such little fight unless it was a special occasion.
"I have way more class than a Tasmanian devil! I do!"
"That's exactly what someone with little class would say, you know." Bruce wanted to think about it more, but his attention was required elsewhere. Stephanie had returned from Cassandra's room fully dressed for school, and as she often did, she was arguing with the only other person who lived in the mansion: a small child with a bob of purple hair and feathery wings sticking out of the back of her middle school variant of the Gotham Academy uniform.
"Oh, I didn't know Steph spent the night," Diana said. "Well, at least she gave Donna someone to talk to."
"I would have preferred anyone else, Mama," Donna said. Stephanie stuck her tongue out as she went back to eating her Batman Bites.
"Since we're on the subject of Stephanie, I might as well repeat myself for the hundredth time," Bruce said. "Diana and I are perfectly fine with you spending the night whenever you want, even with your relationship with Cassandra having grown physically intimate over the past couple of years." Donna made a gagging sound that was silenced by Cassandra pulling on her ear. "We're fine with it, but you need to inform us beforehand so I don't have to question why I'm waking up to you in your underwear."
"Like I was trying to tell you, I did give you a heads-up!" Stephanie said. "Cass and I just got done helping Damian stop Shriek and Penguin IX from stealing a shipment of bird statues made of pure Fifth Metal, and I knew you were still in the Batcave helping Mr. McGinnis take down Maxie Zeus VII's weather machine, so rather than bother you, I just left a note on the fridge because I know you always like to get some yogurt before you go to bed!" He did like his pre-bed yogurt.
"There was no note."
"I call shenanigans on that!" Stephanie ran into the kitchen; two seconds later, she returned holding a dirty piece of paper with a message in her handwriting printed on it. "Okay, I definitely wrote this, but it would seem that what I thought was a magnet was just a button that broke off of Penguin's skirt, so it just fell under the fridge. Sorry."
"Like he said, it's fine," Diana said.
"Still, you must feel pretty stupid, right? I bet you do," Donna said.
"Shut up, you vertically-challenged witch!" Stephanie said.
"I only have the memories of a witch, you know!"
"Also, Mom says she's average height for her age," Cassandra said. Donna stretched out as far as she could to pat her on the head.
"That's a good little sister." Donna was about four years younger than Cassandra, but since Bruce and Diana adopted her two years before they adopted Cassandra, she liked to jokingly call her little sister. Then again, it wasn't completely inaccurate, considering her circumstances.
"Don't be mean to Steph, though."
"Fine, I'll stop." Stephanie stuck her tongue out and went back to her cereal, only to stop short when her spoon suddenly turned into a piglet that, in a panic, made her fall out of her chair. "Starting now."
"That's not funny, anymore!" Stephanie said.
"I beg to differ." Cassandra then proceeded to pull on Donna's ear a bit.
"Donna, turn it back, right now," Bruce said. Donna sighed, snapped her fingers, and the piglet turned back into a spoon.
"I can't even eat this now, not with all the pig germs swimming around in it." Stephanie pushed her bowl off to the side. "Now I have to go to school without a full breakfast. Just another disappointment for the suffering sappho."
"Come on, Steph," Diana said.
"What?" Diana said nothing. "What?! That hasn't been your catchphrase for decades; it's definitely fallen into fair use at this point. You can't just hold copyright on something for all eternity, you know. You and Mr. Wayne don't own Disney yet! They still have time to back out before the sale is finalized!"
"Hera, give me strength."
"We need to get going," Cassandra said. In response to that, Stephanie grabbed the rest of Cassandra's breakfast burrito and swallowed it whole.
"Don't forget to drop off the rent check with Mr. Borgman after school," Bruce told Stephanie.
"I won't," Stephanie said.
"Make sure the vampire's evil before you stake him," Diana told Cassandra. She gave him a thumbs up while closing her third eye.
"And now for the most important part of the morning." Stephanie and Cassandra played a quick game of rock-paper-scissors that Stephanie won. "Yes! My turn for music! To the rooftops!" Stephanie and Cassandra then proceeded to jump out the window and head to school, Stephanie humming to the tune of Rainbow's "Catch the Rainbow" the entire time.
"Well, the bus will be here for me in about ten minutes, so I should get going, too. Obnoxiously long driveway, you know," Donna said, trying to stealthily exit the dining room and failing when Bruce whipped his cane in front of her.
"Donna," Bruce said.
"Yes, Papa?"
"What did we say about using your Quirk on other people's things?"
"Not to do it without their permission," she said with a drawn-out sigh.
"And why do you need their permission?" Diana asked.
"Because doing it without their permission could be seen as morally reprehensible," she said with a further drawn-out sigh. "Why do I need permission to mess with her, though? I shouldn't have to ask for that, not when that idiot is sleeping with my sister."
"Uh-huh," was all Bruce said in the middle of her ranting.
"I didn't reincarnate just to have to tiptoe around someone like her, you know. I used to be Circe, you know. I deserve more respect from people like her, and I also deserve it from people like you."
"Of course you do," Diana said.
"Yeah, you bet I do. You think I'm just gonna let this slide? No way in hell I'm gonna let this slide. I'm too good for that. Hell, you two wouldn't even be able to be a Mama and a Papa if I didn't turn you into a pig, that one time." Diana walked over to Donna and kissed her cheek.
"Go on to school now. Love you."
"Hah! You call that love? That's a pretty piss poor attempt at love, you know. I'll show you love. Yeah, when I get home, I'll show you both so much love you won't know what to do with it, just you wait." Donna kept going on and on in that manner as she left the dining room.
"She's so precious. Hard to believe she was trying to kill us about a century ago."
"And now she's our daughter. Go figure," Bruce said. "Weren't we supposed to be done with kids?"
"Were we?"
"Yes. After you gave birth to Maria, you called me over, pulled me down so close to your face that our noses were touching, told me that you were done having kids, and literally twisted my arm into getting a vasectomy the next day." Bruce shivered as he remembered too much of that. If anyone asked him who ever inflicted the most harm to him, physical or mental, he might say it was Joker or Bane or Simon Hurt or Shredder, but in reality, it was Dr. Schwartzweiss.
"Oh, now it's coming back to me. Morphine sure is something, right?"
"Right. Back to the main point, you're the one who didn't want anymore children, yet here we are, having raised four of them over the last twenty years."
"It's only been three, Bruce."
"Four if you count Terry."
"Oh, good point. Not like the red hair would stop him from being family." Diana looked down at her watch for a brief second. "I gotta fly, but I'll be back by six to take you out for dinner at seven."
"Don't we still have some roast beef in the fridge?"
"Not good enough for tonight."
"And why's that?"
"Sorry, but I don't think I need a reason to treat my darling husband to something nice." With that, he now understood what was going on and what day it was. Fair enough, he supposed.
"Six on the dot. I'm gonna hold you to it."
"I won't be late; I'm not a Flash, you know." Diana kissed him on his cheek, said goodbye one more time, and left Bruce alone in the dining room. It was hardly the first time Bruce was eating a meal by himself, but there was no longer a sense of loneliness to it. Now he ate alone by bad luck rather than choice; now he knew he could expect someone to join him at some point rather than be forced to accept that it would always be only him. Such was a blessing afforded to him by how his life had progressed in recent years.
"Well, I did that." Conversely, a curse it brought about was the boredom that entered his system when he was done with his meals. His days of putting on a costume were long gone, and with Barbara taking back the mantle of Oracle when she had the time, he wasn't needed in the Batcave that much anymore.
Six was a long way off, so he figured he'd might as well go about town.
In a lot of ways, Gotham City was the same degenerate cesspool he was born into over a century ago, but in a lot of ways, it was also different. For starters, the streets had been litter-free for over a decade now, a sign that one of Max Gibson's many mayoral measures for cleaning up Gotham was working wonderfully. There were also fewer police blimps constantly patrolling the skies, as well; granted, there were plenty of Heroes in Gotham to stamp out crime, but the number of times they had to do that got smaller every year. Gotham still had one of the highest crime rates in the country because of course it did, but it paled in comparison to what it once was to the point that an old man like him could take a walk downtown and not have to worry about getting mugged.
Such was the case today. There was no reason for Bruce to just spend the whole day inside, so he had his chauffeur take him downtown so he could stretch his legs a bit. Gotham always exuded such a different feeling when you weren't sitting in front of a monitor or perched on a rooftop; a more personal one, for lack of a better term. It was nice being amongst the people, to not keep himself so far removed from the ones he wanted to protect.
"'I, Bane, truly am the Bat's greatest foe!'" Bruce's stroll eventually brought him to Dini Park, and while sitting on a bench, he caught sight of some kids playing with Batman and Batman-associated action figures; there was no reason for him not to stay and watch how things would go. "'Thanks to my perfect understanding of Batman's psychology, I have been able to utilize both his friends and foes to enact my tried and true plan of breaking him both physically and mentally. Just now, I have completed phase one of the plan: ruining his wedding to Wonder Woman! Now it's time to continue forward with one perfectly logical plan after another until he is completely broken and Gotham is mine! Mwahahahaha!'"
"Boom! That's the wall to Bane's secret lair going down," a kid holding a Batman and a Wonder Woman action figure said to his friend holding the Bane action figure. "'It's me, Batman!' 'And me, Wonder Woman! Guess what, Bane? We didn't break up!'"
"'What? Impossible!'" the first kid said in a crude imitation of Bane's voice. "'My plan was foolproof with layers upon layers of sheer brilliance and ingenuity! How could you have seen through it?!'" The second kid picked up a Gotham Girl action figure. "'You?!'"
"'Yes, it's me, Gotham Girl. You thought that I was working for you while pretending to work for Batman, but the whole time, I was working for Batman while pretending to work for you while pretending to work for Batman, and I told them what you were up to so they could stop you. Triple agent, baby!'"
"'It's over, Bane. Your convoluted melodrama ends now,'" came a decent imitation of his own voice.
""It is you who ends now, Batman! I am darkness! I am Bane! I am the greatest challenge you could ever hope to face!' Okay, and then they all start fighting and it's epic. Bane pumps himself full of venom, and he's also got Joker and Riddler and Scarface and Hush and a bunch of other guys on his side."
"Yeah, but Batman's Batman. He's got the fourth Robin with him—he got to be the new Batman, so you know he's awesome—plus there's Red Hood, Red Robin, Agent 37, Signal, Gotham Girl, and Oracle's helping them all from her secret lair. Plus, Wonder Woman is super pissed, so she's all like, 'WHAM! POW! BOP!'" The two kids then started smashing their action figures against each other, all of them the correct ones for the time period, save for the Joker—he was using Joker Prime instead of Joker Pagliacci.
"Bane tries to stop her, but Batman punches him in the face like, 'BOOM! ZOWIE!' Then Riddler hits Robin with his cane like, 'QUIZZICAL!', but then Red Robin hits him with a Birdarang and Agent 37 hits him with a suplex all like, 'WUMBO! BINGO BONGO!'"
"What's next? Right, Joker. He pulls out one of those big, cartoony bombs and goes, 'I'm not saying this party blows, but—', but then Red Hood shoots it out of his hands before he can light it, and he doesn't make a joke because he doesn't make jokes with the Joker, he just punches him in the face. Hush is shooting people, too, so Signal blinds him like, 'SCHWING!', and then Gotham Girl knocks him flat on his butt like, 'BLAMMO BAMMO!', and then Signal smashed Scarface like, 'BAZINGA!'"
"So it's just Bane left, and he's super full of venom, but Batman's too good for him. He's been ready for this for forever, and he hits him with a can of Venom Neutralizing Bat Spray and all the venom goes out of his system. Bane keeps going on about how he's the greatest Villain Gotham will ever know, but Batman and Wonder Woman don't care, and they just start wailing on him like, 'ZAM! YAM! BAZONGLE', and Bane goes down!"
"Yeah, he does! All of his bad guy plans are over before they can even start, and then Batman and Wonder Woman make out a bunch before going to the real wedding. And they all lived happily ever after. The end!"
"Let's play 'Arkham City', next!" The kids kept playing, and while Bruce did keep watching, he also started reminiscing about those times. A lot of what the kids were acting out was wrong, but there were still a few slivers of truth woven in there. The truth of it all was fun to remember, and even with so many decades having gone by since then, it still felt as vivid as the day it happened, like if he concentrated hard enough, he could still feel Bane's face against his fist while Diana sent a knee into his stomach. It was a lot of fun to think about.
In the middle of his basking in the memory of halcyon days, something landed against Bruce's foot: the Batman action figure the kids were playing with.
"I think you dropped this," Bruce said, picking it up as the two ran over to him.
"Thanks, mister!" one of the kids said.
"I was watching you play for a bit. You sure love Batman, don't you?"
"Yeah, he's the best! The new one and Batman Beyond are cool, but no one beats the first one!" the second kid said. He pressed a button on the back of the action figure, and out from the action figure came the words, "I am vengeance. I am the night. I. Am. Batman!"
I'll never understand how that became my catchphrase when I only said it a few times, Bruce thought as the kids went back to their games. Still, it was just nice that children were fans of Batman, and even nicer still that he had long since stopped having a problem with that.
Speaking of kids, he might as well pay his a visit.
The secretary at Wayne-Powers—Charlotte Radcliffe, if he was remembering right—was certainly surprised to see him. While recent years had seen Bruce gradually return to an active role in the company, he still left most of everything to his son and usually stayed home to bask in semi-retirement—that's what they all thought he did, at least. He knew that he usually at least had the courtesy of calling ahead, but at the same time, it was his company, so he was well within his right to do whatever he wanted when he was bored. As such, Charlotte the secretary gave him the go-ahead for the elevator, and he made his way to the top floor to find his son.
"You're out of your mind, Wayne!" By the sound of things, his son was clearly in his office, and it appeared that he was doing what he did best: sticking it to Paxton Powers.
"I could say the same thing to you, Paxton, but it'd be rather redundant at this point." That was his son, all right, as headstrong and confident as ever.
"If we take this deal, we'll be able to wipe away all the debt we incurred from when Cluemaster and Owlman bankrupted us five years ago. You'd have to be a true fool not to do it," Paxton said.
"That 'deal' you keep trying to sell me on would have us turning a blind eye to companies that want to poison skies and pollute rivers all over the country. You may not care about it, even though you should, considering that that's what got you run out of South America a decade and a half ago, but I try to run a business that makes money while maintaining its morals, just like my father and his father before him."
"Please. That kind of sentimental drivel didn't help your father with the recession that forced the merger to begin with. As for Thomas Wayne, well, hell of a lot of good being Mr. Nice Guy does for a gunman in a back alley."
It was at that point that Bruce opened the door and slammed the doorknob into Paxton's stomach.
"Oh, sorry about that. Didn't know you were standing there," Bruce said as Paxton gasped for air.
"What are you even doing here, Bruce? Considering what day it is, shouldn't you be relaxing at home with the missus?" Paxton asked. Bruce didn't know if he liked that even someone like Paxton knew what today was.
"Diana had to go to work in the capital, and with the kids at school, I figured I might as well check up on things here. I only caught the tail end of your conversation, but I'll be damned if I let you have another crack at doing what you did in South America, and I think the board will be of the same mind."
"Is that right? Do I need to remind you that there are two names on this building?"
"No, I don't think so. Do we need to remind you which name comes first?" Bruce's son asked. His smile looked sweet, but there was a clear sense of wry emotion emanating from it; he really did take after the both of them.
"This isn't over," Paxton said as he exited the office.
"Of course it's not," Bruce said. "By the way, if we can go back to the topic of fathers, is yours doing all right? I haven't been to Arkham in quite some time, so I wouldn't know." Bruce slammed the door shut before Paxton could say anything.
"You've still got it. My old man's still got it," Bruce's son said.
"You're not so young yourself, you know." It was technically true, but as his son stood up from his desk to hug him, he was reminded of how hard a statement that was to swallow. Between his massive height that barely missed seven feet, his naturally muscular physique, and his face that showed only the slightest hints of aging, the average person would put him in his fifties at best, not a little over a hundred. There was a lot to be envious of in that, yet the trait Bruce admired the most was the genuine smile he always had on his face.
That was one of the things he loved most about Steven Thomas Wayne.
"It's great to see you, Dad, and you couldn't have picked a better moment for a pop-in," Steven said. "Sticking it to stuck-up jerks like Paxton always gives you such a rush; it's one of the best parts of the job. I'll never understand how Maria and I are the only ones who see the appeal of following after that side of you."
"The business side of Bruce Wayne has never been as popular as the crime-fighting side, you know that." Once upon a time, he would have said that Bruce Wayne was never as popular as Batman, as if the two were supposed to be different people. He didn't miss that train of thought.
"So we have niche taste, then? Linda does have a habit of rolling her eyes at all the 'stupid crap' I buy that no one understands." As Steven said that, he gestured to the sequin Unknown Soldier bobblehead on his desk. Linda certainly knew what she was talking about.
"So if Mom's on the clock and Cassandra and Donna are at school, I guess you got the whole day to yourself until—well, you got the day to yourself."
"Right, right. Care to grab lunch, if you're not too busy?"
"Come on, I'm never too busy for my old man!" Steven patted him on the back as he walked him out of the office. Bruce would never stop being happy to hear that from his kids.
Deep within the catacombs of the Indian burial ground Gotham Academy was built atop of, unbeknownst to the innocent citizens of the city, a nefarious being exhibiting unlife, a being exhibiting a vampiric nature, took rest. It was unclear when the vampire had first arrived or how often he laid to rest there, but it was clear that he only had the illest of intentions for the esteemed academy. He would bide his time, perfectly integrate himself into the community, and strike at all when the time was right.
Or at least those things would have happened if he hadn't been unceremoniously killed. Another flawless victory for the Detective Club, Stephanie surmised.
"I still can't believe the new head of the health department, Dr. Acula, was a vampire the entire time. You think you know a guy," Stephanie said.
"The name probably should have been a giveaway, but it did seem a little too on the nose for that," Maps said.
"Still, pretty schway that he was one of those classical vampires we could just kill in his sleep. Last thing I'd need is to be late for my chem test," Pomeline said while making her sword vanish into thin air.
It should be clarified that Stephanie and her friends have nothing against vampires in general—Barbara Gordon could attest to that—and they only fought with Dr. Acula because he was specifically an evil vampire.
"Still had to deal with his familiars, though, and what a pain in the ass they were," Olive said as the flames around her started to die down.
"Would have been less of a pain if some people didn't disappear on us." Pomeline's comment was directed right at Stephanie and Cassandra, because of course, it was.
"Sorry, Pom Pom," Cassandra said.
"It's fine, we got out of it and you guys managed to come in clutch at the end when you came back right when that ogre showed up out of nowhere, but it would have been a lot easier if you had just been there the whole time."
"And you would have gotten to see Batgirl and Spoiler, too!" Maps said.
Yeah, that might not have worked the way you think, Maps, Stephanie thought.
"That, too! As much as I hate admitting it, you guys are the best students in our entire class. If you two could fight with Batgirl and Spoiler, who seem to have a good habit of bailing us out of trouble, none of the weirdos we go up against would stand a chance, but you always have to run off right before they show up. What was it this time, again?"
"It was—Yeah, the good reason we had to leave for a bit—"
"One of Dr. Acula's familiars was trying to escape the catacombs, so they ran after it. That's what you told us, Steph, remember?" Olive asked.
"Yes, that's exactly right, Olly! That's what we were doing, and if it wasn't for that, we totally would have been able to see Batgirl and Spoiler, because there's no reason why the four of us couldn't be in the same place at the same time!" Stephanie hoped she wasn't overselling it with the fake laugh, but it was too late to go back on it.
"Yeah, we know that. Why are you stating the obvious?" Maps asked.
"Because our friend has a bad habit of saying things that just don't need to be said," Olive said while patting Maps on the top of her head.
"I still love her," Cassandra said. Stephanie loved her, too.
"Then again, maybe it's better that you didn't stick around," Maps said while Olive kept patting her head. "Batgirl kept trying to make quips for some reason, and they just never landed. Spolier's the funny one, and Batgirl usually only makes jokes in a dry, super serious style, so I don't get why she was acting so different."
"Maybe she wanted a change of pace and decided to try out a new style."
"Maybe, but sometimes it's better to just play to your strengths, and that was definitely one of those times," Pomeline said. "Seriously, I've seen Murray Franklin victims who could tell a better joke. It was so bad that it honestly became a little sad to watch, so if that was the kind of humor she was going for, she hit the mark—Cass, are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Cassandra lied as naturally as she breathed. Her upper lip was quivering and her three eyes were watering; she felt embarrassed to the point that she wanted to die.
"You know, I think we really are going to be late for class if we stick around here too long," Olive said.
"Oh my crap, you're right!" Maps said. Maps pulled out her phone as a map-like pattern appeared over her skin that quickly ran up her arm and into her phone. "Thataway, gal pals!"
"I don't approve of that." Pomeline said that, but she followed after Maps, regardless. Stephanie, Cassandra, and Olive trailed behind them, Stephanie doing so to console Cassandra while she was still in the middle of feeling embarrassed, Olive doing so because she was Olive.
"For the record, Cass, your material did mostly suck, but there were a few good things here and there," Olive whispered. "Play more to your strengths. Don't try to force out puns or something trying too hard to be witty. Just try and observe what's happening around you and find something clever to say about that."
"Okay," Cassandra said. She sounded like she was feeling better, which meant that Stephanie could feel better.
"You're always so quick with the save, Olly," Stephanie said.
"I wish I didn't have to be. If you're not going to tell our friends, you should at least try and get better at lying," Olive said.
"But you're so good at doing it for us, and it'd waste not to take full advantage of your talents." The look on Olive's face said that she wasn't particularly fond of the joke, so Stephanie made sure to take three steps back from her.
"I can't believe that twelve-year-old me thought being possessed by my ancestor was the worst thing about being an Arkham. What a fool I was."
"Hey, there's no reason to get mad at Cass' niece for the crime of finding love in all the right places."
"I'll stay mad at you, then."
"Please don't," Cassandra said. Always quick to defend her, even when she was doing something stupid; as if Stephanie needed more reasons to love Cassandra. "Also, it's happening at seven, tonight."
"Oh, it's a little earlier this year. Might be able to talk with Maps before she goes to sleep." Speaking of Maps, at that moment, she interrupted their whispering to tell the three of them to pick up the pace if they didn't want to be late for theater with Mr. Karlo. At the mention of that, Cassandra separated from Stephanie and Olive and ran up to Maps to get a better look at where they were going.
Just another day in the life of the Detective Club.
After Themiscyra officially aligned with "man's world" and became a fully recognized nation, many aspects of its culture were fed into society through a combination of Amazon scholars, Amazons leaving Themiscyra—permanently or otherwise—to spread their knowledge, and random people learning random things through random means. The end result of that was major cities around the world developing their own districts and areas dedicated to Amazonian culture. Gotham City was no exception, and the place where Bruce and Steven decided to go for lunch was Gotham's own Little Themiscyra.
Little Themiscyra looked the same as it always did. It was a bright and bustling area that sat at odds with the darker parts of the rest of the city; one could view it as an inverse to Metropolis' relationship to the Suicide Slums. Lots of people—mostly women—were milling about the streets, going about their day without a care in the world. The air was being constantly bombarded with the sounds and scents of music and food that would seem Greek to the untrained ear or nostril, but Bruce had enough experience with Diana drilling the finer bits of it all into his head to know that the music and smells were the angelic melodies and hearty meats that defined Amazonian culture.
Everyone greeted Bruce and Steven with a smile as they walked through the streets. Part of that was just the friendly atmosphere of Little Themiscyra, another part was undoubtedly because of how Bruce more or less single-handedly built Gotham's Little Themiscyra; it was his and Diana's first anniversary, so he needed to do something nice for her, especially after all the work she put into getting The Mark of Zorro banned in Gotham. He would have loved to stick around to talk to everyone, and Steven surely wouldn't have had a problem with it, but lunch was a bigger priority, and although their walk was slow, they had already made their way to the best place to get lunch in Little Themiscyra.
"Welcome to the Scarlet Pumpernickel. Please take a seat anywhere that's available." The woman who greeted them was a short, muscular woman whose face and forearms were covered in scars and cascading hair was white as snow, save for the natural pink stripe running down the middle. Bruce had come to the Scarlet Pumpernickel enough times to know that this wasn't one of their usual employees, and that was further emphasized by her lifting him up with a hug while shouting, "Pop Pop!"
"Happy to see you too, Penny, but please put me down," Bruce said.
"Oh, sorry," Penny said as she did just that. "I was just feeling excited because I thought I wouldn't see you and Gangie until—I didn't hurt you, did I, Pop Pop?"
"I'm fine. When you raise fifteen half-Amazon children, you naturally build up a resistance to bone-crushing hugs. A small one, but it's there."
"What are you even doing here?" Steven asked.
"Today's my day off from Hero work, and since one of the waitresses called out sick, it seemed like a good way to spend the day. A businessman like you should know the value in protecting your investments, you know," Penny asked.
"I don't recall asking you for a lecture on business, Penthesilea." Penny growled at the usage of her full name. It almost reminded Bruce of how Lyta would always get upset whenever someone called her "Martha". "What's with the outfit, though?"
"What, this?" Penny spun around and gave the cliche maid uniform she was wearing a full flourish. "You know this is the uniform here. If I'm going to help out, no reason not to go all in, especially when I do a damn good job of pulling it off."
"I beg to differ, but to each their own." Penny growled at him again and the Fifth Metal floor cracked beneath her left foot. "There it is. There's the Goddess of War's famous temper. Always a treat to behold."
"If I can't lecture you on business, then you can't lecture me on anger, Crazy Steve." Steven paled at the sudden reminder of his past to the point that he looked like he was ready to vomit.
"Touche, little niece. Touche, indeed," Steven said before sitting down at one of the rustic wooden tables.
"Splendid. I'll go tell the chef to whip out two of the Wayne Family specials for you and Pop Pop." Penny spun around twice: once to show off her outfit again, once to simply turn around as she headed for the kitchen.
"I do appreciate her business acumen, though. More of the family should take stock in that," Steven said.
"I think we're all fine as we are," Bruce said. He took a sip of water from a glass on the table as he looked around the Scarlet Pumpernickel. The wooden tables and chairs, the scarlet paint on the walls that shimmered when it came in contact with the sun, it all radiated its own unique charm. Jason and Artemis certainly knew what they were doing when they built it all those years ago.
"Okay, I managed to get enough of the chili out of my pants for it to not be noticeable, so now it's time for the latest update on the vigilante activities of the Batman." The statement came from the television hanging on the wall—not the second Bruce started looking at it, as it took a while for the commercials to end—and the one who made it was the yellow-skinned, slightly psychotic local news anchor Jack Ryder.
"Batman's latest endeavor pitted him against the Calculator #6, who had just invented the Divisobeam, a giant laser that could divide objects on a subatomic level. The Calculator was going to use the Divisobeam to hold Gotham at ransom under threat of molecular disassembly, but Batman, with some help from Goliath, Bat Dragon, and Bat Emu, was able to destroy the Divisobeam and cart the Calculator off to jail before he could crunch a single number. People of Gotham, I won't mince words with you: that all sounds pretty damn cool. It'd be nice if that were the end of it, but I've got a time slot to fill, so here to discuss it more than I can be bothered with are police commissioner Barbara Gordon," Jack gestured to a middle-aged woman in a wheelchair on his right, "and Arkham psychiatrist and author of 'Hey, I'm Okay', Dr. Bartholomew Wolper," Jack gestured to a man on his left with a small afro wearing a lab coat decorated with a button that had a red "X" over the standard Batman insignia. "So. Batman. Yay or nay?"
"Well, Jack, I believe that I speak for everyone when I say that this city would be better off without Batman; that's the case now, and that was the case over a century ago when all of this Hero business first got started," Wolper said.
"I think you have a very unique definition of the word, 'everyone'," Barbara said. "Last I checked, Batman—every single one of them—was doing a great service to this city."
"If you call perpetuating a cycle of violence a great service, then I agree."
"You can't be—"
"Everyone who has called themselves Batman has been a violent thug who beats down on the mentally ill and expects that to be the end of the issue. Granted, even professional Heroes are guilty of this sort of serial malfeasance," Barbara rolled her eyes, "but at the very least, they have the kind of training that allows them to at least try and cause as little damage as possible. Batman doesn't have that. He just swings wild like a brute and reinforces their negative behavior. Why do you think the months-long plot of Cluemaster and Owlman from five years ago—a plot we still haven't fully recovered from, I might add—involved so many Villains teaming up to destroy the city? Because of Batman. Batman's brutal treatment of them leaves them feeling they can never be better than how they are now, and as a result, they feel forced to lash out against society because they're not strong enough to stand up against the one they truly hate. It's your textbook abusive relationship, really."
"Don't pull that card, Wolper. It's not Batman's fault that these people turned to a life of crime. These people were deranged well before Batman came into their lives, and even if he didn't exist, they'd have all snapped for one reason or another." Bruce couldn't argue with that.
"Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that these people need better help than a concussion."
"And isn't that your job as the psychiatrist? I know Arkham has a reputation for having a revolving door, but did you ever stop to think that they wouldn't bother using it if you were better at helping them sort out their issues?" Steven let out a small laugh.
"You know, I'm honestly surprised that you're singing the Batman's praises, commissioner, when it was only a few years ago when you were leading the charge against Batman and Batman Beyond."
"Fifteen years is hardly a few, though I suppose I don't look like someone who's been commissioner for that long; one of the few benefits to being a vampire, I suppose. More to the point, yes, I had personal reasons for feeling sour towards the Batfamily, but through my dealings with Batman Beyond, I came to realize—no, I came to remember that no one in that group was the menace people liked to make them out to be. Their methods are far from perfect, but that doesn't make them any different from any other Hero, if you ask me."
"I beg to differ. Everything I've said about why Batman is dangerous is made even worse when you remember that they have never acted within the name of the law. As flawed as the Hero system is, it's still one that makes people accountable for their mistakes, but as a Vigilante, no one can hold Batman accountable for the trouble he causes unless he's arrested, something that, for some reason, no one wishes to do."
"Of course no one wants to do it. After everything they've done for Gotham, the world, and even the universe, if you believe some of the stories," The stories were correct, Bruce mused, "what idiot would want to go down in history as the person who told Batman he couldn't be Batman anymore?"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about: it's dangerous and problematic that so many people are willing to deify someone like Batman and turn a blind eye to all of his wrongdoings because he did a few good things that didn't even last. Is this who we should be supporting? Is this who we should be imitating? No, of course not. When we get to thinking like that, that's how we get incidents like the ones with Azrael when Batman had his back broken by the first Bane. Or, and I know you don't want me to say this—"
"My father?" And with that, the whole thing started to be less fun to watch.
"Yes, your father. When the first Batman disappeared and the seventh Joker died in the Endgame incident, your father, the first commissioner Gordon, became the third Batman as part of that failed government program that only got passed because the Heroes Association still wasn't completely established. The stress of being Batman affected him so badly that, when he fought against the eighth Joker, he outright strangled him to death, did he not?"
"There were specific circumstances involved in that." The wheels on Barbara's wheelchair shifted a little. "Furthermore, my father was never trying to emulate Batman; the only reason he was called Batman was that the city was trying to ride on his coattails to try and stave off crime, but nothing about the way they operated was remotely similar."
"Fair enough, so let's talk about someone who fits a little better. The Hero Killer, for example." Now it was even less fun.
"We're not discussing some nutjob who lives thousands of miles away from us," Barbara said.
"I believe we should, given his relationship to the nutjob who lives right down the street," Wolper said. "Over the last few years, Japan has been plagued by a Villain who goes by the name of Stain. No one's been able to catch him—I'll save that discussion for another day—and he's freely hospitalized and murdered dozens of Heroes, and that's just the ones we know of. All of this is terrible, of course, but you know what's the worst part about it? He idolizes the Batman. The bandages he uses as a mask are cut to look like a bat, he has the Batman logo with the yellow circle for a belt buckle, and many of the Heroes who have survived encounters with him have stated that he quoted Batman as he cut them down."
"Your point?"
"My point is that we have yet another individual who has been swayed by the Batman's violent and counterproductive ways to the point of harmful imitation—harmful not just for the people he attacks, but for himself, as his psyche is clearly one that requires delicate attention that no one wants to give him."
"He's certainly not making it easy for anyone to try."
"Now listen—"
"No, you listen. People like Azrael and Stain, it's easy to use them as examples of why idolizing Batman and trying to imitate him is bad, and I'm not going to argue with that line of thought in its most basic form, but using those two to make your case is the wrong move."
"Those two idolized the Batman to the point of wanting to be like him—"
"And yet they thought that that meant becoming someone who's willing to maim people, even kill them. If that's what they got out of watching Batman, then they weren't watching Batman. As far as I'm concerned, they're just like the people Batman and Batman Beyond fight on a daily basis in that even if there never was a Batman, then they would have just been pushed into this by something else."
"How convenient that you subscribe to a theory that takes all the responsibility away from Batman. Well, I suppose someone needs to make an attempt to do that. After all, for all you talk about how these people don't represent what Batman is about, he's never once made a statement denouncing Stain, nor has he ever given his opinion on how he feels about him."
"That is weird, now that you mention it. It's almost like he has better things to do than point out the obvious." At this point, Barbara and Wolper were right in each other's faces, pieces of spittle flying through the air between them. Bruce felt like things might escalate to a fistfight, but as entertaining as that might have been to watch, it never came about thanks to Jack pushing them apart.
"You know, all this talk about Batman has me thinking about something: how come Batman doesn't dance anymore?"
Before a response could be given, one that would have likely just been yelling from the both of them, the channel abruptly changed to a commercial featuring Endeavor promoting O'Shaughnessy's.
"Why did you dance, Pop Pop?" Penny asked, remote in one hand and two plates of food placed across her opposite arm that were quickly placed in front of them. Each one had a sandwich with layers of meat greasier than the one that came before it, which meant that if Diana asked, he had a salad for lunch.
"I want to say it was just to impress your grandmother, but honestly? It was just a different time," Bruce said.
"You all right, Dad? Your face is looking even more tense than usual," Steven said.
"I'm fine. That guy was just annoying, is all," Bruce said, underplaying it a little. Wolper was nothing but a pompous windbag, and Bruce got annoyed every time he heard him talk, but this was the first time he had heard him talk about Stain, a particularly sore subject of the past few years. He never had the displeasure of meeting him, but from what he had heard, Stain was everything that was wrong with Azrael dialed up to eleven. A psychotic, self-proclaimed Hero who thought it necessary to kill people to enact his warped sense of justice; the man went about things the exact opposite way he did, yet he still had the gall to bear his symbol.
Wolper asked for a statement about him from Batman, so here was his statement: he made him feel sick.
"Hey, don't let that stuff get to you. We all know what Batman really is, and he doesn't let people like them get to him because he knows he's better than them. Bruce Wayne isn't so bad, either," Steven said.
"Yeah, so don't let Wolper or Stain or whoever make you feel bad, or else Dad's gonna rise up from the grave just to knock some sense into you," Penny said.
"We probably shouldn't let that happen," Bruce said. Penny let out a small laugh while Steven patted him on the back. This was good. It was good to have people who could help him get out of his own head just because they were worried about him.
Family truly was a blessed gift.
Six o'clock on the dot, when Bruce had long since said goodbye to Steven and returned to his home at the end of Snyder Street, Diana returned home without him even realizing it—he didn't remember teaching her how to do that, but he was always happy to see her take an interest in his hobbies. They milled about for a while, simply basking in each other's company as Bruce, among other things, failed to convince her that he had a healthy lunch, and when it drew close to seven, she kept to her word and started to take him out to dinner.
"You know, it's one thing for Cassandra to not come home, but it's odd that Donna's still out of the house," Bruce said as they were being driven into downtown Gotham.
"She's probably at a friend's house, or something. Nothing unusual about that," Diana said. Bruce just mumbled in response.
"Tynion Tower. Pretty fancy for just a spontaneous dinner," Bruce said as he and Diana left the limo and headed towards the massive skyscraper in front of them.
"Just because it's spontaneous doesn't mean I can't go all out, especially when you more than deserve the best," Diana said. Bruce just mumbled in response.
"I couldn't help but notice that we're heading for the rooftop," Bruce said as the two of them stood idly by in the elevator.
"You're even going to comment on this? Don't you like the dark more than anything?" Diana asked.
"I used to. Then I met you."
"Still so smooth in your old age," Diana said while rubbing the back of his head. The elevator stopped, and the doors started to move unnaturally slowly, almost as if someone—likely his wife—had arranged for them to open slowly to invoke a dramatic reveal of whatever was on the other side.
"In five, four, three, two," Bruce whispered as the doors opened.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" What felt like pounds of confetti flew into his face as over a hundred people came together to applaud his arrival.
Bruce hadn't gone senile. Today really was his birthday. That was just great, and he really meant it. It was the only reason why he was thanking everyone instead of just walking away.
"I got you again, Bruce. What does this make, twelve years in a row?" Diana asked.
"Thirteen. I guess I'm not the only slipping," Bruce said as the two of them went around greeting the family they spent over a century cultivating; even though he couldn't talk to most of the people there, he could still feel their love flowing through the air around the rooftop of Tynion Tower. Truth be told, he honestly couldn't remember when they started playing their little game of him pretending to be surprised by Diana and her pretending to believe him. Either way, it was too nice a tradition to give up.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Wayne!" He heard Stephanie's voice, but he couldn't see her anywhere. "Don't go anywhere, I'm coming to hug you, just trying to work my way through the crowd. Just—Why are there always so many people here? I love these guys, but—Okay, just give me a hand, already." All of a sudden, Bruce saw Cassandra leap into the air with Stephanie on her back and land in front of him and Diana.
"Happy birthday, Dad," Cassandra said as Stephanie climbed off of her and motioned for a high-five that he never would have reciprocated as a younger man.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have a gigantic family? Like, to a ridiculous degree?" Stephanie asked.
"I never told anyone to have kids," Bruce said.
"But we love them anyway, now don't we?" Diana asked. Bruce shrugged his shoulders, and she just laughed it off.
"Still, you and Diana had what, fifteen kids before Cass and Donna showed up at your doorstep?" Stephanie asked. Technically, only Cassandra showed up on their doorstep; they were the ones who showed up on Donna's doorstep. "Sure, it's super sweet that you wanted such a big family—my one week of Intro to Psychology tells me that it's overcompensation for being an only child—" Bruce preferred not to comment on that, "but it's a little overboard, right?"
"Knowing Bruce, he probably wanted to make sure he had as many chances to be a better father than he was to the three of us." The one who said that was an elderly man who approached them through the crowd. His white hair and weathered face were testaments to his advanced age of over a hundred, yet his physique was still impressively healthy thanks to years of physical training, and both his dragon wing and his duck wing looked as vibrant as ever. "For the record, you did a pretty good job with me. You're the one who talked me out of naming myself after a duck, remember?"
"To be fair, Tim, anyone with a brain would have thought that was stupid." Bruce then let Tim give him a hug. There was no reason to object to it.
"Good to see you could get away from work, Tim," Diana said.
"Yes, but it still feels like I'm at school, what with some of my top students in the mix here. Oh, Stephanie's here, too," Tim said.
"Yeah, and I'm standing right here, Principal Drake!" Stephanie said with a pout.
"And so's Cassandra! How's our little wunderkind doing?" Cassandra simply shrugged her shoulders.
"I know we're just having fun, but still, I'm the one who taught her how to read, you know!"
"Which makes it all the more astounding that her English grades are so much better than yours."
"How much is so much?" Bruce asked.
"I just remembered that Olly wanted Cass and me to get her some of those little weenies, so we're gonna go do that while you all put a pin in this! Okay, bye!" Stephanie grabbed Cassandra and maneuvered through the crowd to the snack bar. She had always been quick on her feet, but it especially showed when she was trying to get out of trouble.
"Underneath it all, she's a great kid," Tim said.
"It's on the surface, too," Bruce said.
"Hey, there's the man of the hour!" Bruce felt the familiar hands of Steven pressed against his shoulders.
"As if I'd let him be anywhere else," Diana said.
"Not like he'd want to be anywhere else, right?" Tim asked.
"Probably not," Bruce said.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Steven said while patting Bruce on the back. The patting was interrupted when Steven had his ear pulled on by a woman who seemed to match him in height, musculature, and inaccurate physical age.
"You already got to hang out with Dad today, so don't hog him!" the woman yelled into his ear.
"Hello, Lyta," Bruce said.
"Hi, Dad!" His second child, Lyta, said with a smile.
"Was Daniel able to make it?" Diana asked.
"Hi, Mom! No, Danny couldn't make it. He wanted to, but being the lord of sleep doesn't give you a lot of vacation time."
"That's real unfortunate, but let go of me, already!" Steven said. Lyta complied with noticeable reluctance. "Sheesh. Would it kill you to show your big brother some respect?"
"I already said hi to Tim and Damian isn't here yet."
"Hello again," Tim said.
"Such disrespect for your elders. I thought you were better than this, Martha," Steven said.
"Why did you say that name?" Lyta shook Steven around with such intensity that it looked like his body was going to be torn apart. Bruce never understood why she thought Martha was such an embarrassing name.
"Stop shaking me! I'm very delicate!" Eventually, Lyta did stop shaking him. "Thought I saw Silver for a second there. Don't know how she would have felt about Linda, so I'm happy I don't need to try and find out just yet."
"I am so happy for you."
"Even if you don't look it, don't you think you're too old to get upset about something like this?" Tim asked.
"Hey, I'm perfectly secure."
"Is that why you dye your hair?" Steven asked.
"Don't start with me." Despite her tone, she did give him a quick hug, so it was more genuine than she led on.
From there, Bruce and Diana's children kept arriving one after another to wish him a happy birthday. The elder twins, Joel and Akiva, didn't waste time to join in on teasing Steven, and they did it while finishing each other's sentences without skipping a beat.
Kevin was still in his Gray Ghost costume, so he must have come from either his Hero work or a movie shoot, but Bruce didn't have a problem with that; let people wear what they want.
Christine made herself look as debonair as always, always trying to make herself stand out the most out of everyone in the room—or rooftop, in this case. She seemed to be making an exception for him though, which he more than appreciated.
Benjamin stepped around the masses of people to get to Bruce with such grace and fluidity that you'd never suspect he was blind. He certainly didn't have any difficulty saying hello to him.
Despite only being the eighth born child, Clark managed to lift him up off the ground with a level of ease that didn't come to his older siblings. The care with which he did it was worthy of attention, as well.
In the midst of that, a small explosion sounded off down below. Bruce was concerned for a second, but after he and everyone else looked at Terry's message on BatWave, the festivities resumed.
Bruce was soon greeted by the younger twins, Brenna and James. Brenna was acting as broody as she always did while James brightened up the scene with his positive attitude; looking at the two of them reminded him of him and Diana back in their youth. Always a pleasure to behold.
Justin rambled on something fierce about the arcane forces of the universe bringing them together, but he managed to make himself sound coherent while wishing Bruce a happy birthday; he did find it funny when he told them that Zatanna—who was still on a mission in Italy—had a birthday message for him and perfectly relayed it backward.
Then came the triplets: Alfred, Bea, and Peni. Of the three of them, Alfred was the one who most took after his namesake, both in personality and—oddly enough—physical appearance, though he was pretty sure the accent was fake. Bea took a while to get to Bruce as she kept stopping to converse with other members of the family and catch up with them, even the ones he knew she had been with just the other day; his children were hardly antisocial, but no one liked to talk to people more than her. Peni had him nearly tackled to the ground by her grandchildren while she talked about her newest inventions, the apparent fabulous life she was living as the self-proclaimed Empress of Kasnia, and how the newest cybernetics she installed in herself would allow her to move with eight percent more efficiency without sacrificing the use of her cupholders; Bruce never recalled being so eccentric back when he was seen as the smartest person in the world.
Finally, Maria, the last of his and Diana's children and the spitting image of his mother, approached him to wish him well. Maria greeted them warmly while her husband, Franco Bertinelli, was too engaged in a one-sided conversation with a teenage girl with dark skin that matched his own to properly greet them. It took Franco pulling her phone out of her hands for her to look up at him, which was then followed by her looking around the party for a few seconds.
"Wait, when did we get here?" the girl asked.
"You're not getting this back, Helena. I hope you know that," Franco said.
"I'm sorry," Helena said with purposefully wide eyes.
"Oh, what the hell? Here you go, sweetie!" Franco quickly handed her phone back to her with a smile on his face.
"Helena, say hi to your grandparents before you get back to that," Maria said.
"Fine," Helena said. She rolled her eyes before stepping over to Bruce and Diana and hugging them both. "Hi Pop Pop, happy birthday. Hi Gangie."
"Hello, Helena. Always a pleasure," Bruce said.
"I think Stephanie, Cassandra, and Olive are at a table in the back," Diana said.
"Cool. Cool cool cool," Helena said. She gave them both another hug before heading off to join the other teenage guests, her eyes and hands glued to her phone the entire time.
"She's so precious, don't you think?" Franco asked. Before any sort of answer could be given, Franco had walked off to talk with random members of the family, the topic of discussion usually being about Helena. The more time Bruce spent around Franco, the harder he found it to believe that he was ever an infamous crime lord who gave it, and all the other crime families, up in the pursuit of love.
"I think you've outdone yourself this time, Mom. The celebration's even bigger than last year, but it doesn't even feel like it. Quite impressive," Maria said.
"You have no idea how long I was waiting for your review," Diana said.
"Speaking of celebration, I think someone here deserves their own bit of applause for their promotion," Bruce said.
"Come on Dad, this is your day, not mine. Besides, it doesn't go into effect until Monday, and I don't know if it's really cause for celebration," Maria said.
"If nothing else, I guess we can say that the new chairman of the Heroes Association is humble," Tim said.
"I do what I can. Speaking of which, I have an update on that little matter of ours."
"Is that right?" A bit of weight found its way inside the overall levity of the party.
"We should wait for Damian and Terry to get here. They need to hear this, too," Diana said.
"I agree." Everyone around Bruce turned to see the familiar sight of Damian, the man having appeared out of nowhere as he often liked to do. Most people in the family had magic to thank for why they looked as young as they did, including Bruce, but Damian, despite having passed one hundred some time ago, managed to look over half of that without any such benefits; he was bald, but Bruce was pretty sure that was a stylistic choice.
"Fashionably late, as always."
"Wasn't the plan, Dia—Mom." Bruce and Diana's birthday were the only two days in the year he asked Damian to address Diana like that; going by the way Diana patted his head, the gesture hadn't lost its effect on her, and going by the way Tim laughed at it all, the gesture hadn't lost its effect on him, either.
"You can't be saying it was Terry's fault. Not our dear Terry," Tim said. "Speaking of which, where is he?"
"I'm here, just give me a second! I swear, there's a dozen new people added every year." The all too true statement came from Terry McGinnis, his cascading red hair blowing in the wind as he made his way over to Bruce with a plate of food. "Food's great, though. Melanie's outdone herself, this year."
"Of course that's the first thing on your mind," Damian said.
"Hey, I had a long day, not helped by how we had to fight a bunch of guys who were trying to break in. Can't believe I took a punch from the Spook, of all people," Terry said as he stuffed some of the little weenies Bruce had heard about into his mouth. Bruce already knew all of that from the message Terry left on BatWave, but it was still worth a listen. The failed attempt by the Spook to attack the party was most likely something Paxton Powers put together to get back at him for earlier and force Steven to go along with his unethical propositions. Why a fourth-rate Villain like the Spook thought it would be a good idea to attack a location that would be filled with dozens upon dozens of Heroes was beyond him, but if he had to hazard a guess, he'd say that it was more of a reflection of Paxton's continual downward slide into an ineffectual cartoon nemesis.
"Now that we're all together, I need to give you an update," Maria said. "That Noumu thing All Might killed at the USJ? The autopsy is almost finished, but we've already managed to confirm the presence of multiple Quirks inside of it." The weight increased further still.
"So All for One's back, and those League of Villains punks are his latest cohorts. I should have known," Bruce said.
"So he really didn't shiv when All Might fought him six years ago," Terry said.
"Of course not," Damian said. "Someone like All Might, who only knows how to kill as a last result, would never be able to finish off a conniving snake like All for One, no matter how better off we'd be for it." Damian rubbed a jagged scar that ran across the side of his head. That was not a good day to remember for anyone who was involved in it, and he always hated that Damian was one of those people.
"All we know right now is that All for One is alive and has improved on his old tricks," Maria said. "We're still trying to figure out the best way to tell the Heroes in Japan about this that won't cause a panic or a loss in morale, but even after that, there's no telling how long it will take anyone to make any headway in tracking them down. As such, they probably wouldn't object to having some help with the investigation, even if it wasn't exactly by the books."
"Is this really something the new chairman should be saying?" Damian asked.
"Maybe not, but as the new chairman, I'm willing to turn a blind eye to it." That's his girl, Bruce told himself.
"I can lend a hand, but not a big one," Tim said. "Even if I was still a spring chicken, or spring duck-dragon-man-thing, as it were, I'm going to have my hands full with the U.A. Sports Festival. Boy, the things I got in store for those kids."
"I can't wait to see it," Diana said. "Back to the matter at hand, I don't think I'll be able to do a lot, either. I can really only afford to be there a couple of days, and Wonder Woman can't exactly interrogate people in back alleys without drawing attention to herself."
"Looks like it's up to you, McGinnis," Damian said.
"It is? Why?" Terry asked.
"I can't leave Gotham now. The Joker's been acting wild ever since Punchline left him, and I refuse to leave while he's running about." Bruce knew that Damian wouldn't budge on that; he knew it all too well.
"I can't go, either. Dana's due to give birth any day now, and I can't be there for it if I'm six thousand miles away from the hospital."
"This is important, Terry. I'm sure Dana will understand," Maria said.
"No, she won't; she'll go billy berserk! Dana was fine—no, she begrudgingly accepted—that being Batman Beyond made me miss the ultrasound and all the parenting classes, but she looked me dead in the eye and told me that if I wasn't there while she was giving birth to our first child, then I wouldn't get to try again with a second one. I don't know if that means she'll divorce me or, you know, castrate me, but I am not rolling the dice on that one."
"Fine, stay; I could use the extra help dealing with Joker, anyway," Damian said. "More importantly, a parent should be there when their child is born, no matter what, so good on you for understanding that."
With that, the atmosphere regained some of its levity, and it was thanks to Damian, of all people. When Bruce first met him all those decades ago, he never would have imagined that he could grow into someone even capable of compassion and understanding, yet here he was. In a lot of ways, that growth was the best symbol of how Damian could be his son.
"Okay, so no one here can do anything, and we can't drag any of the family who live in Japan into this. Are we just dropping the whole thing, then?" Maria asked.
"Why would we do that?" Bruce asked. "If All for One really is back, then we need to learn whatever we can about him as soon as possible."
"It doesn't sound like we'll be able to help, though," Diana said. Bruce smiled at what was going through his head.
"Of course we will, and the people who will get that going should be rather obvious."
"Come on, Olly, you gotta do it," Stephanie told her friend as the overly crowded party went on around the two of them, Cassandra, and Donna—she wasn't sure how or why Donna ended up at their table.
"Okay, okay. Um, Hot Spot?" The look on Olive's face made it clear that the look on Stephanie's face portrayed just the amount of disappointment she was going for.
"That's uninspired," Cassandra said while eating from a plate of cream puffs.
"He was just the first one to come to mind, okay?" Cassandra simply shrugged her shoulders. Stephanie shared the sentiment.
"Hey." The one who addressed them—without ever once looking up from her phone, even as she sat down at their table—was none other than Helena Bertinelli, Cassandra's adoptive niece and their fellow classmate at Gotham Academy. They didn't exactly run in the same circles, but they got along well enough, so a simple "Hey, yourself" from Stephanie and a small wave of the hand from Cassandra more than sufficed.
"What are you guys doing?" Helena asked.
"They're discussing celebrity crushes. It's painfully dull," Donna said while picking at a plate of macaroni and cheese with a spork. "Or maybe it's just that there are so few worthwhile options."
"He was just the first one I could think of. I'm no good when I'm out on the spot," Olive said.
"Whatever you say, girl," Stephanie said. "More to the point, Donna, maybe this is just something that only mature folks can appreciate."
"No, that can't be it. You're having a good time with it, after all," Donna said. It was Bruce Wayne's birthday, so she would do what she could to contain herself. "Plenty of good choices back in the old days, though. Wildcat, Constantine, Drakul Karfang, Johnny Sorrow, Eclipso, Ares—oh, definitely Ares. The stories those and could tell—"
"Gross! You are a gross child!" Stephanie said while covering Cassandra's ears to protect her innocence. "That doesn't even count. Most of those people are Villains, and Circe was the one who saw them in action, not you."
"I still have vivid memories of it all, though."
"Why is this, of all things, something that makes you want to draw on Circe?" Olive asked.
"The things one might do to stay involved in a conversation."
"What did she say?" Cassandra asked. Stephanie forgot that she was still covering Cassandra's ears and promptly removed her hands from her.
"Your guys aren't even that great. I mean, where was All Might on that list? Where was he?" Stephanie asked.
"Meh. Overrated," Donna said.
"Agreed. Don't ride the bandwagon," Helena said, still typing away on her phone.
"Just because he's the Number One Hero doesn't mean I'm a bandwagoner!" Stephanie said. "I mean, who couldn't find something to like about him? That big smile he's always wearing, the way his hair sticks up like antennae, not to mention his body. Biceps, calves, deltoids, abs, he's got it all, you know?"
"Aren't you gay?" Olive asked.
"No one's that gay. Especially with that ass on him. I know he's Japanese, but he spent his first few years here with Iron Munro, so as far as I'm concerned, that's America's ass."
"Is my thing gross just because I'm a child, unlike yourself?" Donna asked.
"Now you're getting it." At the same time that Stephanie said that, a Spoiler Alert went off in her head, and she dodged a cream puff that Cassandra lobbed at her head; she thought it hit Black Spider when he wasn't paying attention, but she wasn't sure. "What?"
"Nothing." Cassandra pouted and glared at Stephanie with all three of her eyes. That was bad. An angry Cassandra Cain was never a cute Cassandra Cain, and an angry Cassandra Cain created a sad Stephanie Brown.
"Please don't be mad. None of that stuff means anything; it's just me goofing around, honest! I mean, if All Might's a ten on my list, then you know you're a, um, a seventeen!" Cassandra was still glaring at her. "And a half?" Cassandra's eyes softened as her head fell into the croon of Stephanie's neck. Great. A happy Cassandra Cain was a cute Cassandra Cain, and a happy Cassandra Cain created a happy Stephanie Brown.
"Looks like you've managed to win my sister over once again. Great," Donna said.
"She probably wouldn't have gotten mad if you chose someone better to simp," Helena said, her eyes and hands still glued to her phone.
"I don't want to hear that from someone whose celebrity crush is on the Question," Stephanie said.
For what she assumed to be the first time that night, probably the whole day, if she had to guess, Helena put her phone down.
"I do not have a celebrity crush on the Question. What I feel for him is nothing but pure, unadulterated love." Stephanie must have still been exhausted from when she and the Detective Club fought the vampires in the catacombs; she could have sworn she saw pink hearts appear in Helena's pupils.
"That's arguably what makes it worse," Olive said.
"You shut your mouth. The Question is one of the greatest Heroes to ever live, and through all of my many years of life," Helena was fifteen, "I've never seen anyone as magnificent and brilliant as him, and I know that I will never see anyone who could surpass him."
"No, you're wrong. The guy is the fruitiest of loops," Stephanie said. "The last time he was in Gotham to help Damian and Mr. McGinnis on a case, I caught him digging through Mr. Wayne's trash."
"Yeah, but he digs through everyone's trash. It's all in his book, Thirty-two Flavors of Corruption: All the World's a Stage, and We are All Sock Puppets Wrapped Around the Sweaty Hands of Deceit." Helena picked her phone back up and pulled up a picture of the aforementioned book. It showed the faceless detective known as the Question standing in front of a wall of sticky notes connected to each other with strings. Some of the things written on the sticky notes were "aglets", "Girl Scouts", "crop circles", "fluoride", "the common ancestor of man and Martian", and "boy bands of the 199Xs". It all made for an utterly ridiculous sight. "I have three copies: one to read, one to frame on my mantle, and one that stays in the box to be preserved for future generations. It's great, isn't it?"
"What are you on, and can I be on it, too?" Stephanie asked.
"Love. I am on love." The answer to the second question was most likely a "No", then.
"I am thoroughly disgusted by this. I don't know if I can even finish my meal." Donna said that, but she ate a sporkful of macaroni, regardless.
"I regret starting this. Let's just eat more food for the rest of the night," Stephanie said. Helena didn't respond, as she had started staring at the picture of the Question's book while muttering strange things under her breath that Stephanie didn't have it in her to decipher.
"My turn," Cassandra said.
"Wait, Cass, you have a celebrity crush? On who?" Cassandra reached up and took Stephanie by surprise with a kiss.
"Spoiler." She said it before and she'll say it again: a happy Cassandra Cain was a cute Cassandra Cain, and a happy Cassandra Cain created a happy Stephanie Brown.
In the middle of the impromptu romantic atmosphere created between them, Donna threw her spork at Stephanie and got some macaroni stuck in her hair. Business as usual.
The party kept going through the night, and Bruce never once felt exhausted. With how old he had gotten, he usually started to doze off a little at that time when he wasn't keeping himself occupied in the Batcave, but being around Diana and the rest of his family felt him with the kind of vigor and energy he hadn't felt since his golden age. They were all nice feelings, the sort of feelings that being around his family invoked.
"Can someone get everyone's attention? I want to make a speech," Bruce said. There wasn't a specific person being addressed, he was just leaving it up to whoever was in earshot. Justin ended up accepting the request as he projected a giant image of himself—a trademark technique of Oversoul—that told everyone that Bruce wanted to say something. Peni popped a microphone out of her forearm and tossed it to him so he could speak, and Diana lifted him into the air so he could get a good look at everyone.
"So. How are we all doing tonight?" Everyone cheered in response to Bruce's question. "You know, when I first crashed that dinner party over a hundred years ago, I never imagined that my life would go like this. Hell, I never imagined that I'd still be alive—not just because I thought I'd be killed already, but because most people don't live to be over a hundred and fifty." That's what happened when you had your youth artificially restored by Dionesium, followed by another artificial restoration via falling into a Lazarus Pit and absorbing the soul of Ra's al Ghul into his own. "But I'm not bitter about it, not in the slightest. How could I be, when it gave me the chance to be with all of you?" Everyone cheered once more. "You know, my father, when he was alive, had something he liked to tell me. It was—hold on, what did I say he liked to say, again?"
"Don't cry in front of the Mexicans?" Diana asked.
"No. Well, yes, he did like to say that, but that's not profound." Everyone started laughing. "Wait, I remember now." Bruce reached into his pocket and pulled out a subway token. "This token acts as equal fare between any two points in Gotham, a symbol of how Gotham was founded on the idea that everyone is equal. My father, he would put a token in my hand and tell me that the ring around the edge meant that we protect each other and that the light in the sky etched on the front meant that we all strive to be better. I was always awestruck by the idea that one tiny little piece of metal could symbolize so much, and it always stuck with me as a message for how one person could represent so much more than what they were. In recent years, though, I've come to realize that the same principle can be applied to groups like, well, like all of you. I look at you all and I don't just see my family, but a show of faith that anyone can find hope and happiness in life if they strive for it hard enough. So thank you. Even though this is supposed to be my day, I can't imagine how anyone here is less deserving of praise than I am."
Everyone cheered once more and Diana gave him a kiss. They probably didn't completely believe him, but it was true, nonetheless. As he kept gazing upon his family, he thought once more about how happy he was from all of it. The thought entered his mind every now and then, but it had been a long time since he seriously thought of himself as a little boy in a playsuit crying for mommy and daddy.
As he thought about it, he suddenly heard the sound of a piano. Sure enough, Damian was playing the rooftop piano by the bar.
"I just figured, since you have the microphone and everything." Diana gave him a knowing look that, for all the years they had been together, he could never say no to. As such, he brought the microphone back to his face and began one of the few things people never expected out of Bruce Wayne.
"Am I blue? Am I blue? Ain't these tears in these eyes telling you?"
All in all, it was a good day to be Bruce Wayne.
Next time, it begins. The arc you've all been clamoring after for two years. The arc where bad stories go to die and fade away into nothing. The arc where the stations of canon are forced more than any other—that won't be the case here, because we're better than that.
It's.
The.
Fucking.
TOUUUUUUUUUUUUURNAMENT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARC!
Get hype.
Chapter 32: TOURNAMENT ARC! (1): It Sort Of Begins
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It was official: Pony Tsunotori was a bad class president. Class presidents were supposed to be pillars of leadership and authority for their classmates to revere and aspire to, but instead, Pony was more or less acting as a figurehead while someone else did all the actual work without even asking her. As she thought about it, that might actually make her closer to a real politician, but it was still beside the point.
"Come on people, we can't let this be the best we got!" The point being Monoma's hysterical spartan training that everyone was being subjected to. It was study hall, and Monoma had somehow, once again, gotten permission from Vlad King to use the Mud Room for two periods of training. Everyone was exhausting themselves in an artificial recreation of the desolate state Tokyo was left in during the Near Apocalypse of 20XX. The streets and buildings were transformed into a savage hellscape by the cosmic radiation of the Nibiru entity; the Skytree even gained a degree of sentience, as shown by it repeatedly bending down to skewer the handful of civilians who had yet to fall into a homicidal rage. Monoma thought it needed to be done to help sell the experience, but Pony honestly didn't see why it needed to be replicated to such a degree of authenticity.
"You want our best! I'll give you my best!" Tetsutetsu shouted as he tackled a replica of one of the infected Starspawn that ran rampant at the time with a metallic headbutt. Pony had never known what cosmic vomit looked like before then, and she was wishing she never had a clear image.
"Yes! That's what I'm talking about!" Monoma said, cackling like a loon. Or maybe one of the Jokers. Not Joker Prime, probably one of the comparatively less threatening Jokers like the Blockhead Bozo or the Pottymouth Pierrot. "All of you need to take after Tetsutetsu-kun. The Sports Festival is next week, and this kind of sloppy showmanship won't get us anywhere remotely close to victory over Class A, and we can't have that now!" Most everyone shouted out an agreement.
"Iikagen ni shi—Knock it off, Monoma-san!" Pony said.
"What's that now? You want us to just slack off and let Class A get the better of us, Tsunotori-san? Not the wisest words a class president could say, you know."
"They're not trying to do that, though. Watashi to Kodai-san igai ni—They barely even know we exist!" Monoma just stared at her before he started cackling again. "Wait, that came out—"
"From the horse's mouth, everyone! Class A thinks they're so above us that they don't even need to acknowledge our existence! Have a few superstar freshmen and be on the news for a little bit, and suddenly they're the cat's meow, right? Wrong!"
"Sonna koto—"
"We'll show them, though. Once it's time for the Sports Festival, we'll show them that we're just as good as them—no, that we're even greater than them!" Pony begrudgingly accepted that she wasn't going to get a word in, edgewise. "They think they have us beat, but they made a grave mistake in exposing the weakness of their ace in the hole. Yes, by exposing Izuku Midoriya's weakness to magic, they've shown us that our very own Ibara Shiozaki and Kinoko Komori can defeat him with ease!" Monoma threw a dramatic point of the finger towards Shiozaki, who was crucifying a Starspawn to a wall, and Komori, who was dancing while a group of Starspawn vomited out streams of mushrooms.
"I don't mind being used to defeat Midoriya-san, but I would like to say that I don't particularly condone this kind of behavior," Shiozaki said as she finished her crucifixion.
"Ignore that, everyone."
"I don't condone it, either, but I do think it' pretty funny," Komori said in the middle of her dance. "But hey, if I get the spotlight, then why not?"
"There you have it, people. With these two taking care of Midoriya-kun, it'll be up to us to handle their crippled remains, and if we want to do that, we need to be even greater than we already are! That's how we'll beat them! That's how we'll give them our Plus Ultra!" Once again, nearly everyone cheered in response to Monoma's ranting. Pony sighed and punched a Starspawn in its misshapen face that was oddly reminiscent of a monkey mixed with James K. Polk.
"This kind of sucks," was all Kodai said in her gigantic form while she lazily squished a melted building against a gaggle of Starspawn.
"Waka—I know!" Leaders were supposed to be able to take charge, yet Pony had completely failed to rein in Monoma's behavior at every turn. Nothing she did stopped him from pushing people to the extreme, and nothing she did stopped him from spreading his unwarranted hatred of Class A to the rest of the class. "Shiozaki-san and Komori-san are immune like us thanks to that field trip, but it's not working for anyone else because no one wants to even entertain the idea of talking to them. And they're so yasashii—so nice, too!"
"Midoriya is pretty nice."
"And the rest of them." Kodai didn't say anything. Even ignoring the language barrier, talking to her was always such a challenge. It wasn't like that with Stephanie and the rest of her friends back in Gotham, save for Cassandra the first year and a half or so after she was taken in by the Waynes. Everything she did with them just flowed naturally, whether it be talking about the latest episode of the Murray Franklin show or working on a new mystery that was thrown into their laps that would almost undoubtedly end in someone getting stabbed once or twice—such were the risks one learned to deal with from growing up in Gotham.
She missed them. Pony didn't regret going to U.A. instead of staying at Gotham Academy, but she still missed her best friends, either way. Maybe if she had people like them around, it would be easier to get her classmates to listen to her.
"I'm probably going to die, I just know it." That was the sentence that kept running through Uraraka's head over and over again as she put her plan into motion. Even someone with a relatively more confident personality would think something along those lines, yet here she was, still just doing it. What a mess of a girl she was. Still, she needed answers, and she couldn't think of another way to get them than by doing what she was about to do.
A few days ago, she ended up as one of the many victims of Romero Fujimi's zombification spell. Just like everyone else, her memories of that time are scattered and few, but the one thing everyone who bore witness to her unlife was in agreement about was her displaying an ability to increase her size and muscle mass to that of a bodybuilder and gain a proportionate amount of super strength along with it. It was all a very interesting description of a powerset that, as far as Uraraka knew, had no business belonging to her.
Then again, maybe it did. She had only had her Metahuman powers for about a year, so even though she thought it could only make things weightless, there might have been some sort of hidden ability she had yet to discover. If something like that existed, then she needed to do what she could to discover it, and since there weren't any people who understood her powers any better than her—and the one person who understood as well as she did was someone she really couldn't bring herself to talk to—it was all on her to try and uncover all of the apparent secrets of her powers.
It was for that reason that Uraraka was tying one end of a rope around her waist and another end around a tree. The plan was to simply use her powers on herself for a more extended period of time than she usually would and hope that that would unlock her strength enhancement power she apparently had. The rope was crucial to the plan, as it had the highly vital role of preventing her from floating up into orbit and suffocating to death. Or getting caught in a plane engine and being ground up into mulch. Whichever one came first, in all honesty.
"Nope. Nope. Stop thinking about that if you want to actually have the nerve to go through with this, Ochaco," Uraraka told herself. "You've got this. Probably. Maybe. I don't know. The rope will keep me from dying, so let's just go!" Uraraka's fingers became clad in brown light and she patted herself down to send herself afloat. Uraraka left herself alone for about two minutes—that was about how long she usually used her powers on herself before she started getting dizzy—before going into the next phase of her plan.
"Muscle growth powers, go! Activate! Turn on?" Suffice to say that it wasn't a great plan, but that was par for the course for her. "Come on, do something! Make me ripped, already! I mean, not so ripped that I tear my clothes apart, probably should have put on my sweats before I did this, but do something! Please? Pretty please?" Uraraka kept at that for several more minutes, but no matter how much she shouted and focused on getting spontaneously buff, nothing of the sort happened.
"Okay, nothing's happening and I'm getting dizzy and I am a lot higher up than I thought I would be—how much rope did I bring, anyway? I'm calling it a day." With a heavy sigh, Uraraka grabbed hold of the rope and motioned to start using it to climb back down.
The other end of the rope flopped around at the base of the tree.
"Oh. So that's why I'm up so high," was what Uraraka said as she continued floating into the air.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! was what Uraraka thought as continued floating into the air. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no! I can't believe this! Why did my knot get undone like that?! Since when did knots get so hard to make?! They're just knots, for crying out loud! Why didn't I pay more attention when my parents took me camping?! Now I'm gonna die!
"Wait a dosh garn minnut, no! I just gotta keep deactivatin' an' activatin' mah powers until ahm back on tha ground! Yeah! Ah can do that!" As such, Uraraka began to do just that, constantly deactivating and activating her powers on herself with the goal of eventually getting to a point where she could safely drop to the ground without worrying about getting anything worse than a scraped knee. Unfortunately for her, she didn't get started on that until she was high up enough to see U.A.'s rooftop, so just getting back to eye level with that was exhausting her plenty. Her head felt like it was spinning, her stomach was doing duodecuple backflips, and all the while a sardonic sound was ringing in her ears with reckless abandon. All of it kept piling on harder and harder until she got to the point where she slipped. She felt so disoriented that she couldn't tell if she was going up or down, but the point was that at the end of the day, she had messed up.
"Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait! Gotcha!" Apparently, that didn't matter to Hadou and the slender arms she used to grab hold of her.
"H-H-Hadou-senpai?" Uraraka was surprised she had regained enough clarity to say even that, yet there it was.
"That's right, it's me! Don't know what you're doing, but—Oh, look at that cloud over there! It looks like a snakehead! You ever see a snakehead before, Uraraka-san? They're these weird fish that are like piranhas, except they live in freshwater and have these long bodies and can sort of kind of walk on land! That's so weird, right? They taste good, though. Amajiki-kun had snakehead sushi for lunch one time and—Sushi! Yes! That was the answer to that one question I missed on that quiz the other day! I knew it would come to me." It was the same incessant rambling of Hadou's that Uraraka had grown accustomed to, yet for some reason, it felt even more comforting than normal.
As such, it made Uraraka feel even more ashamed of herself when she found herself vomiting on Hadou. She had the quick thinking to use her magic to create a spiral around herself that caught it, but the embarrassment remained.
"Ahm sorry," was all Uraraka managed to squeeze out.
"It's fine, it's fine, just help me figure out what to do with this, please!" Hadou said as the vomit spiraled around the top of her head.
"So then Uraraka-san grabbed the vomit with her bare hands and made it float up into the sky where no one could see it—don't worry, she washed her hands. I was so confused about what to do with it, but she knew almost right away and it was great! I was so proud of her, but she was looking down about stuff, so I told her that we were having tea at Mugan's and that she should—Hey, check out these five sugar cubes on the top of the container! They're about three centimeters bigger than the eight sugar cubes immediately next to them! Wonder why they did that? Do you think the size discrepancies help to create a better experience? Only one way to—Oh, no, I forgot to finish the story again. Let me start over. There we were—"
"Hadou-senpai, it's fine! I think I get it, so please, don't strain yourself," Uraraka said. Hadou had a blank look for a second before putting on a smile that was more typically her. It went a long way towards making her everything feel better.
"Thanks. People sometimes get upset when I keep distracted like that, so, yeah, thanks," Hadou said.
"I keep telling you to ignore them. Anyone who can't appreciate every millimeter of you like Uraraka and I do isn't worth your time. Am I right or am I right?" Haya, sporting a blue head of hair that day, asked. Uraraka just nodded her head because it seemed like the safe option, and Haya seemed pleased with that, so it probably was.
The gist of what happened was that Hadou and Haya were going for tea at a tea shop called Mugan's when they spotted her floating up and down through the air in the midst of her failed attempt at getting stronger, so Hadou immediately leaped—or flew, rather—into action to help her. She was very good at that, it seemed.
"I'm just sorry you had to do that at all," Uraraka said. "If I had just checked to see if the rope was on tight—"
"By the way, it's still around your waist." Uraraka looked down at her waist and once again wished that she had just splattered against the pavement.
"I just wanted to see what I could do, to see if I actually could do something. If there was something more I could do compared to what I can do now, then I wanted to figure it out. I don't really know if I want the power to get big and buff, but it would have been something, right? Maybe it would have even helped me find a way to fly. I don't know, I just—"
"It's okay. I still think you're neat," Hadou cut in while measuring sugar cubes. "No one gets to be great without a bit of struggle, so if you fail, that just means you're on your way to something big. I'm kind of an expert on that, so trust me when I say that you're doing just fine." Hadou arranged her sugar cubes into the shape of a tesseract and dropped it into her tea. As she sipped the probably toxic beverage, Uraraka felt her worries go away, or at the very least, shrink down to a tolerable degree.
"Y-Yer right. One step atta time, right? Ah don't like that, but ah think ah can do that, so—"
"Hey, hey, why are you talking like that?" Once again, Uraraka felt like dying, and she contributed to that by slamming her head against the table. "Wait, you did that back up in the sky, too. Is that how you normally talk?"
"Ya—Yes." She didn't know how she regained control of herself, but she wasn't complaining. "I spent years working on suppressing my dialect, but it still slips out when I get emotional."
"Oh, neat! That's super neat!" Uraraka picked her head up.
"Really?"
"Yeah, really! It's all unique and whatnot, and that's cool!" Haya nodded alongside her. It wasn't the first time someone said something positive about her dialect, but it was the first time someone said something overwhelmingly positive about.
"T-Thanks. Why, though?" Uraraka asked as she started drinking her tea.
"Personally, I think it's just kind of neat," Haya said while Uraraka kept drinking.
"I think it's sexy." That was what Hadou said with a straight face, for some reason. Haya seemed just as surprised to hear it as Uraraka.
If Uraraka hadn't spent six hundred yen on her tea, she would have spat it out right then and there. At the very least, the burning sensation brought about from forcing it down her throat distracted her from the burning sensation in her face.
All in all, her day was a mixed bag of emotions.
There were probably a lot of things in life that could exhaust someone more than getting repeatedly kicked in the face, but as it stood, Kirishima currently couldn't think of any, and he wasn't in the mood to try. Lying on the floor while catching his breath was a far more enjoyable option, so that was what he would commit himself to.
"I didn't hit you too hard, did I?" Ashido asked as she stood over him.
"I'm fine," Kirishima said. "I'd be better if you weren't dripping sweat all over me."
"You know, there are a lot of guys who would pay through the roof for a girl like me to sweat on them."
"Yeah? Well, I'm not one of them, so move." Ashido stuck her tongue out before dropping a bottle of water by his head and jumping onto the weight room's salmon ladder.
"You know, you're getting pretty good at taking my kicks. Took you a lot longer to fall down than it usually does," Ashido said as she went up and down the rungs.
"Thanks. Too bad there isn't really a safe way for us to train with your acid. I'd love to test my metal against that," Kirishima said.
"Please. Like you could handle me whooping your butt that badly."
"I totally could! Wait, I mean just hypothetically, 'cause it's not like I'd actually lose, not after all we've been putting each other through." Kirishima heard Ashido laugh, and he couldn't hold that against her. "Man, can't wait for the Sports Festival! That's when we can really put this all to the test, and it's gonna be awesome!"
"You know you've been saying that since we started doing this, right?"
"Well, it's true! We're gonna kick so much ass out there; it's gonna be great!"
"You've been saying that from day one, too." The statement came after a moment's pause from Ashido, an oddly placed one, given how much she liked to talk.
"I mean, that's true, too. Of course we're both gonna do great out there, and if not me, then just you."
"Right, right." The clanging of pole against rung came to an end and Ashido jumped off the salmon ladder. Kirishima couldn't help but feel that she was acting rather oddly as he took a drink from his water bottle. "Hey, did you know that our principal almost gave me a letter of recommendation?" Much to his own surprise, Kirishima didn't spit his drink out everywhere.
"You were? Seriously?"
"Yep. If things had gone smoothly, I could have gotten in at the very top, just like Yaomomo and Todoroki."
"What happened, then?"
"Failed a few too many tests. The principal said that no matter how great my Quirk and mutation were, my grades were too low to justify writing me a letter, and that was the end of that. Not a great story, all things considered."
"Yeah, not great at all." It truly wasn't great in the slightest. Kirishima had already been jealous of Ashido's talents for a year, so adding in the revelation that she could have been even more above him did nothing in regards to lifting his spirits; it had the exact opposite effect, if he was being honest.
"I'm glad I didn't get it, though. Probably would have just made things worse for me." At that declaration, Kirishima found himself taking a pause, once more.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Growing up, I've always had people cheering me on for how great my Quirk is and how skilled I am with it, and that just went through the roof when I got mutated like this. Always having people say stuff like, 'Mina, you're the coolest person there is!" or, 'No one has powers better than you!" or, "You're gonna be the best Hero ever, I just know it!" gets to be a little much, you know? Like there's so much pressure to succeed because so many people are expecting me to succeed, it hits everyone so much worse when I don't do as great as they want me to. And who wants that, right? I don't want that! I just—I just want to have fun, you know? As much fun as a person can have in this line of work, at least. I just want to be able to move at my own pace without worrying about how other people will react, so having people always expecting me to be great when I know I probably can't do that is always super weird. Is any of this making sense to you?"
"I, uh, I don't know, give me a second." Kirishima stood up and took another drink of water, only allowing it to go down his throat after letting it swash around in his mouth for a bit. "Okay, that's done, and yeah, I think I get it. I definitely get that I've been making you uncomfortable with how much I've been singing your praises all this time."
"No, no, it's not the same with you, Kirishima!" Ashido said, grabbing his arm. "Other people, they just talk about how great they think I am and put a ton of pressure on me to succeed and leave it at that, but not you. Whenever you talk about how great you think I am, you don't just leave it at that; you only ever talk about it when you're talking about how much better you think you have to do. You're one of the only people I know who wants more out of me than someone you can put on a pedestal without thinking about what happens next, and I don't have a problem getting behind that, you know?"
"W-Well, I'm the one always sayin' that stuff, so I better know that, right? Yeah, right." That was convincing enough for himself, so he hoped that it was convincing enough for Ashido. "You can let go of my arm at any time, you know." Ashido practically jumped away from him when he brought that up.
"Sorry, sorry! Well, thanks for coming to my Ted Kord Talk, I think that's enough for today." Ashido wiped her arm across her brow and started grabbing her stuff randomly thrown about across the floor. In the middle of all of that, Kirishima suddenly found himself copying Ashido by grabbing her arm. "Huh?"
"Ashido, you're always telling me that I'm too hard on myself and that I need to get out of my own head, well, same to you! Even if you don't want to hear it, even if it just makes you uncomfortable, I—I and a lot of people—think you're great, so you should think that, too! If I need to be a man about that, then you need to be a man about it, too, okay?!"
That wasn't the best segway for Kirishima to stop holding onto her, but he had more than enough of that at that point. Ashido, her pink skin looking a little darker, must have thought the whole thing to be pretty funny, considering that she started laughing rather quickly.
"You want me to be manly? Seriously? I know Yaomomo beats me by a longshot, but you know I'm a girl, right?" Ashido asked, laughter peppering each of her words.
"S-So what?! Real, unbridled manliness is completely unisex, you know!" Ashido laughed harder. "Hey, I'm being serious!"
"That's what makes it funny!"
"Aw, come on, I didn't laugh at you!"
"That's your own fault, man!" Ashido kept laughing and Kirishima kept making desperate attempts at defending the idea of attaching a gender-neutral identity to manliness. It kept going on for a while, and while Kirishima didn't make any headway in justifying his point of view, he remained adamant until it was time to head back to class.
Just as Kirishima had hoped, he had managed to gain a semblance of Ashido and Midoriya's ability to lift someone's spirits when they were feeling low. He wanted to go much further than that, but as far as first steps went, that was pretty good.
Whether it be through the life of a would-be assassin or through the life of a crime-fighting Vigilante, a person who walks within the dark side of society needs to be prepared to deal with any sort of problem that comes their way, no matter what it may be. Regular people and regular Heroes only allowed themselves to know so much about the world, so if it ever started to move in a way that wouldn't agree with them, by the time they adjusted, they would have already lost to whoever they were working against. People who understood the darkness, people who lived in the darkness, they were a different sort of breed. They knew how to adapt to things as soon as they happened, for failure to do so could mean the end of you if you weren't careful about it.
Cassandra Cain, despite knowing that she should be better than that, found herself in such a situation.
"Oh, no." Those words, and other words of a similar nature, were what Cassandra found herself muttering under her breath repeatedly as she stood completely and utterly alone, save for the dozens of people constantly passing her by. That made it worse for her, in all honesty.
Cassandra and her friends had arrived in Japan for the various reasons that they were going to be in Japan for, the one that Cassandra was allowed to be public about right from the start being to see their friend Pony. They had arrived in Japan on a Saturday, so the plan was for them to go to U.A. once classes let out on Monday and jump her as soon as she stepped outside. Because of that, Sunday was being used to explore Musutafu and go shopping, but in the middle of that, Cassandra saw a man handing out free samples of fried chicken and followed him to get one, but without realizing it, she ended up separated from her friends and in a part of town she didn't recognize in the slightest, and she couldn't call them because she left her bag with Stephanie.
As such, things could have stood to be better for Cassandra.
"Bad. Very bad." Cassandra pulled her bat-shaped hoodie over her head in the middle of her sulk. From age eight to age eleven, Cassandra lived as a vagabond traveling around the world in search of salvation from her biological father until she found her way into the wonderful cesspool that was Gotham, yet at the age of sixteen, she couldn't make her way through a single unfamiliar city. Truly a pathetic sight, she was.
"Um, excuse me, miss, are you okay?" Cassandra looked up and saw a freckled boy with a dark spit curl talking to her. "Sorry if I'm bothering you, but you looked a little lost or confused or something, so I, well…" The boy kept rambling on about various things. Cassandra wanted to be appreciative of his efforts to help her, she really did, but the sudden bit of human interaction was throwing her through a loop of tremendous proportions and making it even harder for her to think. She wished she had her phone on her, if not to call Stephanie, then to calm herself down with her playlist of classical music and assorted anime opening themes.
"There you are, Midoriya! Come on, I don't want to lose track of you, too. Hey, who's this?" A new person entered the scene, a pink-skinned girl with horns sticking out of her head. Two could be as bad as one, but for Cassandra, it was just making things worse.
"I don't know. I thought she was upset about something, but now I'm thinking that I'm just bothering her," the boy said.
"Could be she just doesn't understand you. Pretty sure she's Chinese," the girl said.
"She is? I couldn't tell. Neither of us knows Chinese, so—"
"Speak Japanese. Japanese okay," Cassandra suddenly found herself saying. Then again, if she was going to be thrust into an awkward situation, the least she could do was try and work through it herself the best that she could.
"Oh, great! So, was he bothering you?" the girl asked. Cassandra shook her head. "Oh, good. Anything we can help you with?"
"Bad. I am… not good." The two just stared at her, and she couldn't blame them for it. When Cassandra got really nervous, she would forget that she's known how to properly communicate with people for the better part of five years, so of course she'd have trouble getting her point across. What Cassandra wouldn't give to be listening to Chopin or Linked Horizon at that moment.
"If you're nervous, try taking a breath, maybe? That's what I do when I'm feeling nervous; I breathe a lot, actually," the boy said with a small laugh. That was good. Breathing was good, so Cassandra decided to do just that. In, out, in, out.
"Friends. Lost them." It wasn't much better, but she had an easier time getting her point across than she did before.
"So you lost your friends? What a coincidence, so did we!" the girl said. "We were out shopping for supplies for a class project we're working on and Midoriya and I just got completely turned around. Oh, I'm Ashido, by the way." Cassandra nodded her head.
"We know where our friends are going to be, so maybe the four of us can help you find your friends? Is that okay?" Midoriya asked. Cassandra stared at the two of them before nodding her head. They seemed honest in what they were saying, and even if there was some sort of deception at work, she could probably beat them into submission without much effort on her part.
"Great!" Ashido said. "Let's go, um—"
"Cassandra," Cassandra said.
"Okay, let's go, Cassandra-san!" Midoriya said. Ashido reached out to grab her hand before quickly retracting it. Cassandra appreciated that for a wide assortment of reasons, and she followed Midoriya and Ashido as they led her to who knew where.
The where she was dragged to ended up being inside a park by a poorly kept statue of Ultimon. Midoriya and Ashido were apparently set to meet up with their friends in a matter of minutes, and the four of them would then help Cassandra locate her own friends. It was a good plan, and the idea that the two of them had some sort of nefarious plans for her died with each passing second, but the anxiety of being by herself in such an unfamiliar place wouldn't escape her. If only she had her music with her, things wouldn't feel as bad.
"H-Hey, Cassandra-san, have you ever had taiyaki, before?" Midoriya asked. In the middle of her fit of anxiety, Midoriya pointed at a food stand where a vendor was selling what appeared to be pastries shaped like fish. On the one hand, chasing after food was what got Cassandra in her current situation, to begin with, so going after more food would only end in disaster.
On the other hand, she was hungry, so she let Midoriya and Ashido lead her to the food stand. The vendor was saying a lot of words that Cassandra was having trouble processing, so Midoriya eventually just paid for three and distributed them amongst the three of them. Cassandra took a bite and felt a sensation of bread and jam wash over her.
"Tasty," was all Cassandra had to say about that.
"I know, right? These things are the best!" Ashido said. Cassandra liked Ashido; she was a nice person. She also liked Midoriya for the same reason, though his kindness came out in a different way. Things seemed to be looking up for Cassandra Cain to an extent.
Just as she started to settle into that mindset, a man with the face of a penguin dribbling a soccer ball ran over and stole all of the money out of the vendor's still open cash register.
"Ha ha ha! Too slow putting your money away, I see! You need to be faster than that when Emperor Yotsuura is running around!"
"Hey, come back—" Midoriya looked like he was ready to spring into action in some way, shape, or form, but Cassandra ran out in front of Emperor Yotsuura before he could do that.
"Give the money back. Now," Cassandra said, throwing down her hoodie to put her third eye on full display.
"Oh, you want me to do that? Well, if a little girl like you is telling me to do it, I guess I have to—Emperor Shot!" Emperor Yotsuura kicked his soccer ball at Cassandra with the kind of speed and power that even a professional would be jealous of. Even so, Cassandra was able to deflect and pop the ball with an attack that looked to be a single swipe to the naked eye, but in reality was a multitude of tiny, yet powerful jabbing motions.
"Give the money back. Now."
"Well, that was a pretty nice trick, kid. But I got a little extra something up my sleeve just for moments like these." Even without using her Quirk, Cassandra knew that he was going to try and just make a break for it, so right before he could turn around to run away, Cassandra dashed in front of him and knocked the wind out of him with a single punch. Emperor Yotsuura fell to the ground and let go of the stolen money, and that was that. She was trained by her dad and the rest of her family to not tolerate the superstitious cowardly lot known as "criminals" in Gotham, and there was no reason to let up on that anywhere else.
Especially when good tasting food was involved.
"Here's your money back. You should keep better track of it in the future," Cassandra said, handing the money back to the street vendor, the man thanking her profusely as she did before moving to call the police.
"Cassandra-san, that was amazing! I've never seen anyone move like that before! And your verbal skills are suddenly passable, too!" Midoriya said. Odd that he would say that when what was truly impressive was how good a job Midoriya did of making his movements appear human.
"I guess I just needed to punch someone to fix that." The more she thought about it, the more that made sense. Sometimes Cassandra got so wrapped up in the domestic life that she had grown to love over the past five years that she forgot how to act with the grace and ferocity of a skilled warrior, but all it took was doing literally anything that went along with that to remedy the situation. All of the anxiety she was feeling before vanished with an instant and she could react to the world in a way that was actually useful in the slightest.
"Wish I could move like that," Ashido said. "Wish I had an eye like that, too. That thing is cool, Cassandra!"
"Oh. Right. Thanks." Cassandra started to blush as a torrent of memories started to resurface. Memories of how after running away from her biological, she would keep her eye hidden in public for years because everyone who saw it treated her as a freak. Memories of how the old bandana she used to use to cover it up once came undone when she finally made her way to Gotham while Cluemaster and Owlman were planning out how to destroy Batman. Memories of how the girl who made that happen said that her eye looked pretty, making it the first time in her entire life that someone had something good to say about Cassandra that didn't involve her ability to kill people, and memories of falling in love with that girl two seconds later, despite not knowing if she would ever see her again, yet it ended up happening sooner than she ever would have dreamed.
It happened again when the familiar musculature of Stephanie Brown grabbed her from behind and swept her up into a hug.
"Oh my God, we found you, Cass! I was so worried about you! Don't do that again, Cass! If you want fried chicken that badly, I'll fry up a whole coop when we get back to the hotel, okay? Just don't scare me like that again!" Hearing Stephanie's voice in her ear and feeling her lips against her cheeks had never sounded and felt better than it did right then and there.
"Is this one of your friends? I really hope the answer is yes, otherwise I don't know what to do here," Midoriya said.
"Yes, she's my best friend. Girlfriend. Best girlfriend," Cassandra said.
"Oh, like you've ever had another one. You've never had another one, have you?" Cassandra shook her head at Stephanie's question. "Yay! That's what I want to hear!" Stephanie went back to kissing her cheeks.
"Knock it off with the PDA, already! These people don't need to see that." Pomeline joined the group and pulled Stephanie away from Cassandra; Cassandra wasn't completely fine with that, but she understood why it had to happen. "Were you two keeping an eye on Cass? Thanks for that. She runs off more often than you'd think for reasons just as stupid, and the only salvation is that it was a rare time that Steph didn't join her. Still wish she didn't make Maps tire herself out trying to find her." As if on some sort of cue, Olive stepped over with an exhausted-looking Maps slung over her shoulder.
"I'm tired, but Olly is nice and warm," Maps said.
"Of course I am," Olive said, patting Maps on the head as she let out a groan.
"Are these all your friends, Cassandra? Nice to meet you guys! And especially nice to meet you, Cassandra's girlfriend! I love your skin tone. What is that, eggplant?" Ashido asked.
"Come on, Ashido-san, you can't just ask someone if they're—" Midoriya was cut off by the sound of Stephanie spontaneously crying.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"
"No one's ever gotten it right on the first try. If I had a nickel for every time I had to correct someone whenever they said my skin was purple, I'd be able to pay my rent on time," Stephanie said through overexaggerated tears.
"Oh, great, here we go," Pomeline said.
"Your name's Ashido, right? You are totally schway, absolutely stupendous chicken legs. I hope you know that."
"I do now, I guess," Ashido said. "Wait, why do those nonsense words sound familiar?"
"Hey, those are our words. We're the only ones allowed to make fun of them," Olive said, Maps offering up a groggy agreement in kind.
"So you all say stuff like that?" Midoriya asked. "Come to think of it, it does sound familiar, but the only person who says stuff like that is—"
"Nandatto?!" Cassandra turned in response to the sudden English dialogue perforating the air and caught sight of none other than Pony holding a bunch of shopping bags as she walked forward with a stone-faced girl. The coincidences just seemed to be piling onto each other one after another, but Cassandra wasn't in the mood to complain.
"Surprise!" Stephanie said.
"Sur—You crazy twips!" Pony handed all of her bags to the stone-faced girl, the girl having no reaction to that, and ran over to the five of them to initiate the kind of group hugs that made the Detective Club famous. That and the occasional serial killers they've put behind bars since elementary school. "I can't believe you guys are here! How are you here, though? Why are you here, though? This rips either way, but still!"
"It's a secret," Cassandra said.
"Big secret!" said an exhausted Maps.
"What is this, exactly?" asked the stone-faced girl, now looking just as confused as Midoriya and Ashido.
"Minna-san—Guys! These are my friends from Gotham I told you about! The ones I always run around solving mysteries with!" Pony said.
"Wait, you were serious about that?" Ashido asked.
"Umu!"
"Well, even if that was true, you still had to be messing with us when you said you were friends with Bruce Wayne's daughter, right? Right?"
"That's me," Cassandra said. Midoriya and Ashido let out a unified yelp of surprise while the stone-faced girl just stood there without saying a word, and immediately after, Pony started to go over a variety of things that the Detective Club had done in the past, presumably not for the first time. If this was the kind of company that Pony was keeping in Japan, then it would seem that she was doing just fine, even if she was going to the same school as Alexis Luthor, of all people.
In the middle of all of that, Stephanie kept embracing Cassandra, and Cassandra was more than happy for it.
Deep within the depths of the Support Department, where all should have been loud and ear-piercing, there was an exceptional amount of quiet and tranquility. Some might consider that to be the calm before the storm, but even storms have their brief moments of respite for people to get out of harm's way. As such, using such a tried and true metaphor to describe the tranquility of the support department would be woefully wrong.
That was how Alexis saw things, at least. There was no reason to give her opponents even a chance to think that they could relax, so the idea of a respite was meaningless. That was why, as her preparations for the Sports Festival were being finalized, she needed extra space to truly gather her thoughts and creations together, an easy task when she had so thoroughly gotten Power Loader and the rest of her class to be virtually subservient to her.
"Sometimes it's just nice being me, you know?" Alexis asked.
"Kind of a non sequitur, but okay," Mercy said.
"Sometimes you just gotta verbalize how good you feel about yourself to keep feeling good about yourself."
"You must need to do that a lot, then." Alexis didn't dignify that with a response. There were only two noises in the crafting room aside from their dialogue. The first noise was the whir and hum of the supercomputer Alexis had installed for the purpose of running simulations of how the Sports Festival would proceed for her based on what she knew about the other students and what she had established for herself.
"This looks like a squid, right?" The second noise was the rustling of paper as Alexis indulged in her new hobby: origami. She remembered hearing that her grandfather was into it for a brief moment and wanted to try it out for herself. It was quite fun, as it turned out.
"Close enough, I guess."
"Not good enough, then." Alexis crumpled up the origami squid and threw it over her shoulder before getting started on another one. Fifteen seconds later, a new origami squid was produced and Mercy was able to give it a stronger approval than the previous one.
At the same time, the supercomputer finished running its simulations and began printing out a stream of papers with the results it had gathered. Alexis picked up page after page off the floor and found her smile increasing further and further with each passing page.
"Perfect. Truly perfect," Alexis said.
"Is it? None of these results have you beating these people with complete certainty. I mean, it's all in the mid to high nineties, but still, even Midoriya only clocks in at a ninety-two percent chance of victory," Mercy said.
"And that's what makes it perfect. If even one of these people had a zero percent chance of beating me, then that would mean this computer was faulty for not including even the slightest margin of error in its calculations. After all, if computers could be trusted to handle problems with absolute perfection, then Grandfather never would have had to nip the utter nonsense that was that Sanctuary project well in the bud. No, I applaud the fact that I have room to fail in every encounter. It makes it all the more likely that I'll get something of a challenge," Alexis swung the briefcase handcuffed to her wrist out in front of Mercy, "and it makes my eventual victory all the more delectable."
"Well said, Lexi."
"Yeah, well said!" That statement came from none other than Mei, who had apparently decided to be in the room at some point.
"Mei. Not that I don't—no, appreciate doesn't work here—Not that I don't acknowledge that you're here, but why are you here?"
"I needed to come back to school to get oil for my joints, but I guess I took a wrong turn and ended up seeing all of this," Mei said.
"Obviously. Now stop being here," Mercy said.
"Ah, if only I could."
"You very easily could, and you very easily should."
"Hey, does that briefcase have the thing you've been working on the last few weeks?" Mei asked, ignoring Mercy and pointing towards Alexis.
"Here, at home, at the office, regardless of what the Vice-CEO has to say about it, it's all in here, and it's all incredible, if I don't say so myself," Alexis said.
"Cool! Wait, what about that stuff over there?" Mei's index finger extended out and bent towards a cardboard box in the corner of the room.
"That? That's just a box of scraps. You can have it if you want."
"Awesome!" Mei's arms extended outwards and scooped up the box to bring it into her chest. "Hey, there are some weird blueprints in here. Do you—"
"Do what you want with those, too."
"Really? That's cool and all, though just a casual glance makes this all seem super complicated. Really wrinkles the brain, you know?" As Mei said that, the top part of her head flipped open and she began scratching at her now exposed brain.
"Figure it out away from us. Or don't. Either way, leave," Mercy said.
"Okay! See you later!" Mei sealed her head back up and waved at Alexis and Mercy as she exited the room, her exit accompanied by her singing a song that started with, "When there's trouble you know what to do: call Cyborg!"
"I enjoy her presence," Alexis said.
"I guess someone has to," Mercy said. "So. Are we done here?"
"Yes, yes, go call Woodhouse to pick us up." While Mercy pulled out her phone, Alexis picked up the piece of paper that told her how things would go in her fight with Izuku and started folding it again and again until it was folded into a diminutive representation of the boy, himself, one that was quickly beheaded. Of all the people she ran simulations for, he was the one who needed it the least. There was no need to question whether or not she would come out on top over Izuku; something like that was an absolute certainty; something like that was the entire reason she was there; something like that was the entire reason she was Alexis Lois Luthor, and the only thing left to do about it was make it known to the world. That was the true meaning behind her Plus Ultra, as it were.
"No, I can come up with something better than that." And come up with something better, she would. Constantly improving yourself in order to stand above all others; that was what it meant to be a Luthor.
Alright, Midoriya, with this, your speech is now completely perfect!
You think so?
Definitely. It's got heart, there's a great flow to it, it doesn't pander to the point where it seems like you're looking down on the audience, and there's just the right amount of political commentary to avoid being preachy. This is a quality speech you've written here.
Thanks! Couldn't have done it without you. Should I thank you in the speech?
Too late to try and work that in. You can thank me when you win your first Justicie, how about that?
Will do. See you at school!
See ya! That was how Kendou and Midoriya's latest exchange of messages came to a close on the eve of the Sports Festival. The two of them had spent days working to get his speech formatted just right, and with the most perfect of perfect timings, it was finally ready. The only thing left to worry about was whether or not he would be a stuttering mess through the speech, but Kendou couldn't help him with that part; he was all on his own there.
Midoriya might be in trouble with that, but Emi and I were heading over together today, and I'm gonna be in trouble if I have to keep her waiting, Kendou thought. Not wanting to waste any more time, Kendou gathered all of her stuff together and headed for the door, only to find herself taking pause as she got to where everyone kept their shoes.
Itsuka Kendou was starting to consider herself a superstitious person. As of late, she had stopped walking under ladders out of a fear of getting hexed; she no longer tipped her hat—literal or otherwise—to black cats that would pass her by, as she went out of her way to avoid that; despite it probably being impossible for it to have an effect on her, she refused to step on cracks and risk breaking her mother's back.
All of those things had become things that could bother Kendou, and it was all because of how she would keep finding her shoelaces torn up right before she and Midoriya were to get involved in a major event. The USJ was the first instance of this, the field trip to Isamu the second, and Kendou had no reason not to believe that the Sports Festival couldn't be the third. Kendou didn't want that. More than anything, she wanted today to be as normal a day as possible with Midoriya and everyone else only getting hurt to a reasonable degree, so with heavy trepidation, she slowly picked up her shoes and inspected them from top to bottom.
"Oh, thank God." Kendou breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that all of the laces were in pristine condition. Thanks to that, she could happily put them on her feet, happily join Emiko on the walk to school, and happily go through the day knowing that everyone would get through it feeling completely and utterly happy.
"You sure are perky at an ungodly early hour. Did you have some good coffee or did you have another dream about motorcycles?" Kendou turned to see the familiar, semi-aqueous form of her Master's fellow student and the closest thing she would ever have to a sister.
"Hey, Kairi. Did have a good cup, but this comes from somewhere else, altogether. It's a secret, though," Kendou said.
"Weird thing to keep secret, but okay," Kairi said. Even if it was weird, Kendou had no intention of letting go of it, no matter what. "Hey, why are you trying to wear my shoes?"
Kendou felt a twitch run down to the depths of her soul.
"What?"
"Those are my shoes. We had that whole thing where you were giving me crap for buying shoes that looked too much like the ones you always wear, remember?"
"O-Oh yeah. Thanks for reminding me." With much hesitation, Kendou slid Kairi's shoes off of her feet; oddly enough, it felt as if there was even more weight on her feet. "So, have you seen my shoes, then?"
"They're right here. Pretty sure you had to pass them to get to my shoes, so I really don't—Huh, that's weird. Look at this." Kairi picked up the shoes that were undeniably Kendou's and showed them to her, and Kendou felt her heart skip a dozen beats. They were the same flats she always wore to school, but for some reason, the shoelace on her left shoe was torn apart. Such a thing shouldn't have been possible, though; the shoelace was in perfect condition just yesterday, and there was no sign of it being cut up or chewed on by something sharp; it was broken in a way that made it seem like it was simply natural for it to be broken.
Just like what had happened on the day of the USJ Incident. The day when Midoriya was nearly killed by the League of Villains.
Just like what had happened on the day of the Isamu field trip. The day when Midoriya was turned into a zombie who beat the living daylights out of half the class.
Without saying a word, Kendou took her shoes from Kairi, removed the shoelaces because it was still cool to wear shoes without shoelaces, and ran out the door for school. Emiko was waiting for her, and she eventually did slow down so they could better walk together, but she still stayed silent all the way until they got to U.A.
There were no words to be found when all of her thoughts were on how bad the day could possibly get.
"You ever think about how beautiful it is that people haven't evolved away from being able to feel pain? We took the time to learn how to walk, how to use tools, how to kill people with those tools, yet we still allow ourselves to feel the sensation of something tearing at our flesh. I know that pain is supposed to be an indicator that you're in trouble or something, but with how smart people are getting, you think they'd evolve into a form that allowed for them to do that without having to feel pain, yet that's never happened.
"Wanna know why I think that's the case? It's because we love it. Deep down, we all have a sort of masochistic lust for the sensation of pain, so even if the natural step in evolution would have us moving away from it, we will always hold onto it because it helps make us feel alive. Heh. That's funny. To think that people are so insecure that they need to approach death to understand life. Not that I'm complaining. After all, if it's in the nature of some living beings to be masochists, then it has to be in the nature of other living beings to be sadists, and I think I'm doing a pretty good job of fitting into that mold. What do you think?"
Her latest target said nothing, only offering up a few strained whimpers in response. That wasn't the answer she was looking for, so she naturally kicked them so hard in the face that a tooth—one of the few that hadn't been pulled out—came out flying. It was the only appropriate response, all things considered.
"Hey, I'm trying to have one of those philosophical debates you people pride yourself on being able to carry out, so it's pretty damn rude for you to not say anything." Once again, the target only let out strained whimpers, prompting her to dig her heel into one of the jagged flesh wounds scattered across his body. "Come on! How hard is it for you to say something?! This isn't rocket science; trust me, I would know if it was! What's a girl gotta do to—" There was something squishy against her foot. "Wait, is that—Is this your larynx I'm stepping on? Oh, that's right, I cut that out of your throat at the very beginning because your screams were just completely unattractive! I can't believe I forgot! Aw, and now I feel bad about knocking out more of your teeth since I really was done with that. But hey, what can you do, right?"
The target made no response. It was learning. Good, very good.
"My bit of forgetfulness actually reminds me that I'm on a bit of a timetable here. I got somewhere I gotta be and I need to leave right now if I want to be there at a good time, but I hate leaving things unfinished, but I super hate having to go back to something I really don't care about anymore." It was true. She couldn't even remember what had drawn her to her latest target to begin with, but if she could forget it after only three hours of torture, then it couldn't have been anything that worthwhile. "What to do, what to do? Oh! I know!" She reached into her back pocket, removed the contents of it, and placed said contents in front of the target.
The target's sole remaining, barely functioning eye widened at the sight of the gun in front of them.
"I'm gonna head out now, but feel free to have fun with that. You could try and get help, but I don't think that would work out for you. Even if someone could get you to a hospital before you succumb to your injuries, well, let me just say this: I know I just said that I hate having to go back to something I don't care about anymore, but don't think for a second that I won't make exceptions for when I think I actually have to do that. I don't think I have to do that with you, but if that ends up happening, we can discuss it all through the night until we reach a consensus. What do you say?"
The target let out a few strained whimpers as they slowly crawled towards the gun. She smiled. Her work there was done, so she removed the vinyl layers covering her body and skipped through the blood-soaked apartment all the way until she was out the door. She gave her target one last smile and wave as their hand touched the gun before turning away and walking away from the premises, entirely.
"What a great way to start what'll be a great day," she said to no one in particular. As she made her way down the stairs, her phone started ringing and she moved to answer it. "Hey, hey, what's up? ...Aw, was someone getting lonely after not hearing my voice in a while? How precious. ...Yeah, I'm done with that one guy and I'm heading to the Sports Festival right now. ...Are you kidding? Of course, he'll be there and of course, he'll be great. It's what he was born for, you know. ...I'm excited, too. I don't know if I'll be able to contain myself until the end, but I'll sure as hell try." She hung up the phone then and there and took a break to gaze at the sun. As she basked in its glory, she put up her hand and pointed a finger gun at it, a countdown going off in her head that she knew from experience was perfectly accurate.
Then, with perfect timing, she said, "Bang."
Alexis Lois Luthor's Statistics on U.A. High School's Students, Part 1
Izuku Midoriya
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Wild Side" by ALI
Power: 6/5
Speed: 6/5
Technique: 4/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: 4/5
Wonder: 3/5
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: 4/5
—My raison d'etre.
—The leader and co-founder of the Monstars, whatever that is.
—Has yet to understand how much better he is than everyone. Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Itsuka Kendou
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Kagayake! Ramenman" by Junichiro Oda
Power: ⅘
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 6/5
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: 5/5
Wonder: 2/5
Mystery: 3/5
Entropy: 4/5
—Second in command and co-founder of the Monstars, whatever that is.
—Trained by the legendary martial artist Yoru Murakami since childhood. Probably his heir, but it's hard to tell.
—Does a good job of filling the big sister niche. No complaints there.
Momo Yaoyorozu
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Good Morning World!" by Burnout Syndromes
Power: 2/5
Speed: ⅗
Technique: 4/5
Intelligence: 6/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 5/5
Wonder: ⅗
Mystery: 3/5
Entropy: 1/5
—The smart one of Class 1-A.
—Her Quirk would be more useful if she could learn how to get out of her own head.
—Isn't as good as people think she is, and she knows it.
Tenya Iida
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Road to Tomorrow - ~Going My Way!~" by Masaaki Endoh
Power: ⅘
Speed: 5/5
Technique: 3/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Cooperativeness: 3/5
Wisdom: 3/5
Wonder: 2/5
Mystery: 2/5
Entropy: ⅗
—The youngest member of the Iida Family, a family that has had ties with the Flash Family since the Lantern War.
—Far too uptight for his own good.
—Not the fastest man alive, not the fastest man in his family, not even the fastest man in school.
Ochaco Uraraka
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Gravity" by m.o.e.v.
Power: 2/5
Speed: 1/5
Technique: 4/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 3/5
Wonder: 2/5
Mystery: 4/5
Entropy: 1/5
—One of the most peculiar students in school, thanks to her background.
—It's possible that her powers are just a normal Metahuman ability, but it's also possible that there's something else beneath the surface.
—Possibly homosexual? Must remember to investigate further.
Katsuki Bakugou
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Saiyan Blood" by Ryo Horikawa
Power: 5/5
Speed: 4/5
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Cooperativeness: 1/5
Wisdom: 3/5
Wonder: 1/5
Mystery: 1/5
Entropy: 5/5
—The one with the most to prove.
—Has a chip on his shoulder almost as big as the scar on his chest.
—The fact that he's managed to get this far is nothing but astounding.
—He is absolutely hilarious.
Chapter 33: TOURNAMENT ARC! (2): For Real, This Time
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The serenity of a late spring morning evoked a truly wonderful feeling in a man. The world was on the cusp of summer, but it hadn't yet got there, so a warm, yet temperate heat was able to encompass all and provide unabashed comfort for all. Of course, you got the most out of that by actually going outside to experience it in its entirety, but the people of the world who didn't have time for that had to make do with what they could.
Rikiya Yotsubashi was one of these people. Being the president of a major lifestyle company rarely ever afforded him the luxury of just going outside and enjoying the sun, especially when Detnerat's new partnership with Professor Mazursky still needed to be finalized, and while he did manage to secure half of the day for personal use, going outside was still off the table, for doing so would cause him to bask in the glory of nature to the point of losing focus and being useless for the other half. As such, all he could manage to do for himself was open up the windows and let the sunlight shine through into his office, where it would hopefully stay for the remainder of the day.
"You better be careful with this, sir. After all, you wouldn't want to blind your friends with the glare from that crystal ball you call a head."
"Miyashita!" Rikiya couldn't help but laugh at his assistant's quip. One might think that someone who so greatly resembled a mouse wouldn't have such a sharp tongue, but Miyashita was good at subverting expectations, and Rikiya loved him for it. "You're too much, sometimes. You know that?"
"So I've been told," Miyashita said. Rikiya, the joke still on his mind a bit, kept laughing to himself as he helped Miyashita set up the snacks that he personally bought for the occasion.
"What do you think? Do we have a good flow between the food and drink going on here? Presentation is thirty percent of the meal, you know," Rikiya said.
"Looks great, sir. I'm still surprised that you're doing this at all, though. Getting together with those friends of yours is one thing, but doing it to watch the U.A. Sports Festival? You've never shown an interest in that before, sir."
"True, I've never had a personal interest in the Sports Festival in years past, and the event as a whole still bores me." Rikiya took a breath and gazed out the window. The sun was still shining, and it was still magnificent. "Let's just say that I have a vested interest in one of the players this year."
"The child of an employee?"
"No, no one like that. Just someone who's managed to catch my eye for quite a while. This will be where his talents fully begin to blossom, so it would be a waste to not view it as it happens, would it not?" Rikiya shook his head. He was getting too caught up in it all, and the last thing he needed was for a gentle soul like Miyashita to start getting suspicious. "That feels like it's enough, so we should probably leave it there."
"I suppose we should. After all, the days where a powerful businessman such as yourself can take an interest in a small child without anyone batting an eye are long behind us. Can't have the public seeing you as an even bigger weirdo than you already are, you know."
"Miyashita!" Rikiya erupted with laughter once more.
"And with that, I will be taking my leave." Miyashita gave a quick bow before making his way for the door.
"I'm gonna kill you one day, Miyashita! I hope you know that!"
"Of course you will, sir." Miyashita exited his office while Rikiya kept laughing to himself. A minute later, just as Rikiya started to regain control of himself, there was a knock at the door. Rikiya told the knocker to come on in, and as luck would have it, his companions were the ones at the door.
"Welcome, everyone, welcome! Kizuki, your new skin looks fabulous, if I don't say so myself."
"Oh, you're too kind. Feel free to keep it going, of course." The one who spoke was Chitose Kizuki, a dark-eyed woman whose skin was currently a light blue and the current executive director of Shueisha. There were some important books she was working to get published, and Rikiya couldn't wait to read them.
"Please don't. The last thing we need is her head swelling up with even more hot air." The one who said that, not being able to do so without Kizuki stepping on his foot, was Tomoyasu Chikazoku, the long-haired, irritable board member of the IT company Feel Good, Inc. He expected good things from the programs they were setting up behind the scenes.
"Now, now, let's not fight, not on a day like this. Yotsubashi, did you cook these little hot dog things? They are exquisite." The one who said that and subsequently received a nod of the head from Rikiya was Koku Hanabata, the bespectacled man with swept-back hair who led the ever-growing Hearts and Mind Party. Hanabata planned on making big waves in the political world come election season, and Rikiya couldn't wait to see them come to fruition.
"Okay, it's almost showtime, so everyone grab some food, pour yourselves some wine, and settle in," Rikiya said. Everyone started moving according to his instructions, like puppets on the thickest of strings. It was nice, in its own way. "Come on, Geten, you too." A man with his face hidden by the hood of a thick parka nodded his head and started fixing himself a plate and a glass. Geten stuck out like a sore thumb by being the only one who held no political or financial position worth noting, but he was still a vital member of their little group, no denying that.
Once everyone was seated, Rikiya snapped his fingers and made a large flatscreen television rise up out of the floor in front of them. It immediately turned on to the first channel airing the Sports Festival, and they were just in time to see him.
"There he is. There's our boy." What a beautiful, late spring morning it was.
Modern-day society didn't have too good an opinion of the yakuza. They saw them as little more than violent thugs clinging onto an old world that big shot Heroes like All Might and Ultimon had long since destroyed. While that was certainly true for some, it couldn't have been further from the truth for others. Many yakuza still clung to the idea of ninkyo dantai, to the idea of fighting with honor and showing respect for your community. They greeted children and old ladies they passed on the street with a smile, they gave back to the community, regardless of whether or not the things they did double as a tax evasion or money laundering scheme, and most importantly, they treated each other with respect. After all, a group couldn't expect to be respected by others if they couldn't take the time to respect themselves.
"Where the hell is that asshole? The Sports Festival's about to start, and he's still a no-show!" Only a certain degree of respect was required, of course. Discourse was still allowed when someone was being blatantly uncooperative, as was the case at the present moment.
"Told you you should have let me be in charge of drinks and not Sakaki."
"Hey, if anyone knows their liquor, it's Sakaki. Besides, you probably would have gotten into a fight on the way back and gotten thrown in jail. Again." Rappa shrugged at Tengai's retort. He'd like to say that that wouldn't have happened, but in all honesty, it did come off as a likely outcome.
"'Sides, not like we could count on you to grab anything good," said Katsukame, the only man in both the basement and the entire Hasigawa Family who could give Rappa a run for his money in terms of size and overall musculature. What he wouldn't give to have a chance to go at him one day.
"At least we'd have something!" said Setsuno, acting as energetic as he always did. "Seriously, our one day off this month and we can't even use it to get hammered. Why even bother?"
"We still got food. Lots and lots and lots and lots of food," said Tabe, a man who could put away a surprising amount in spite of how skinny he was. Rappa liked to assume he was overcompensating for how little there was rattling around in his head.
"Don't drool, Tabe. You can eat when it's showtime," said Hojo, a man as serious as he was bald and the only one in the room capable of getting Tabe to reign in his impulses, as shown by how Tabe stopped drooling simply at his command. If Rappa actually cared about being part of the group more than what was necessary, it might have warmed his heart a little, but he didn't, so it didn't.
"Are you people still not done with this nonsense?" In walked the only reason Rappa spent any time with those people, all dressed up in his usual suit, fur collar jacket, and white gloves. A skinny little twig of a thing, but he still managed to command the room and silence everyone who he walked in on. In other words, he was a strong guy, and Rappa wouldn't be following anyone who didn't fit that bill.
"Your watch broken, Overho? The Sports Festival doesn't even start for a few minutes." That being said, Rappa still didn't feel the need to subject the man to the same kind of blind admiration that the rest of the Family did.
"You will treat the Young Master with respect, Rappa! And put your mask back on! This might be your day off, but if you're spending it on the compound, then you will dress accordingly!" If one was looking for blind admiration, then they had to look no further than Nemoto, always priding himself on how Overhaul allegedly trusted him more than he did the rest of the Eight Bullets, even though Overhaul would probably throw them all under the bus when it came down to it.
"Yeah, yeah." Either way, Rappa did put his mask back on.
"I can't believe you're all taking the day off to watch the Sports Festival, of all things. What sort of enjoyment can you possibly get out of dozens of brats competing to see who will grow up to be the biggest piece of garbage?" Overhaul asked.
"A lot, actually. Especially with who we've got going at it this year."
"Who do you—Wait, is that kid you met last fall in this, or something?" Rappa nodded his head. "Great. Just great." Months after the fact, Overhaul still didn't share his interest in the scrawny kid who was able to overpower him without breaking a sweat, but Rappa had never once let the memory escape him. That was a kid who was going places, and if one of those places had the potential to put their fists in each other's faces, then he wanted to see what he would do leading up to that.
"You know, you can stay and watch if you want. Bet you'd love watching a bunch of future Heroes possibly give each other crippling injuries," Rappa said.
"As enjoyable as that might be, I think I have better things to do with my time," Overhaul said. As he said that, the door burst open and in walked Sakaki, two coolers under his arms and drunk as a skunk, just like always.
"I'm back!" Sakaki said with a hiccup. Overhaul and Nemoto took several steps away from him.
"Why now, though? We sent you to get drinks yesterday, man!" Katsukame said.
"I bet you spent half of what we gave you on yourself," Hojo said.
"Yes, but that besides the point," Sakaki said. "The real reason I'm so late is that I was hit with the greatest epiphanies of epiphanies. Behold!" Sakaki dropped the two coolers and opened one up for them all to see.
"Is that a ham?" Rappa asked.
"It's a ham soaked in rum. This thing is loaded with booze, and we are gonna get so ripped!" Tabe was the first one to voice any manner of excitement, though Hojo quickly shut him down.
"Goddammit, Sakaki! Eating your drinks? That is genius!" Setsuno said with a laugh.
"Yeah, it is!" Rappa had to agree that it was, in fact, brilliant, especially when you took into account that someone like Sakaki came up with it.
"All this fuss over some disgusting meat? Ridiculous. I bet it doesn't even taste good," Overhaul said as he reached for the rum ham, the reaching being to no avail as Rappa pulled the cooler away from him.
"Hey, this is ours, Overho. If you want some, then you gotta join us. It's only fair, you know," Rappa said. Everyone stared in silence for a few moments before Overhaul sat down in an easy chair next to Rappa.
"Master!" Nemoto cried out.
"Just so we're clear, I'm doing this because I actually am rather intrigued by the prospect of brats beating each other black and blue being presented as a sporting event. If there's any sort of rum ham involved, then it's just an accessory to that," Overhaul said.
"And people say you're unrelatable," Rappa said with a laugh. Nemoto grumbled something about him crossing a line before sitting down on the other side of the room. With that, everyone seemed to be getting nice and comfortable, only for their unified comfort to be disrupted by the sudden sound of laughter and things breaking.
"Ah, it's the brat, again," Rappa said.
"Ever since she started playing with that imaginary friend of hers, she's gotten so rambunctious. Makes it hard to get anything done around here," Tengai said.
"I'll take care of it," Overhaul said. With a small sigh, Overhaul got out of his chair, left the room, and headed down the hall.
A minute later, after a loud squishing sound went off through the air, Overhaul returned, wiping drops of blood off of his neck.
"Okay, we should be good now," Overhaul said.
"Master, you've got a little something on you," Nemoto said, tapping at the side of his head. Overhaul felt around his head until he picked up the offending something: a small, human ear.
"I knew I missed something. I'll be back. Again." Overhaul sighed as he got up and left the room once more. It would be nice if Overhaul was making it as painless as possible, but Rappa knew better than to expect something like that.
It was a good thing he wasn't a nice enough guy to care about something like that, especially when it was just about time to get started.
Big Brother is fighting today. He plans on defeating the interloper, the one who used to get bitten, but stopped getting bitten when he stopped coming over. Oh, how the interloper is hated, what with his innocent face and annoying stutter. If only he could be bitten and scratched at once more, then ultimate satisfaction would be achieved. A thought for another day, especially when there were other thoughts to be had.
Like the ones about Mother and Father. Mother and Father are watching Big Brother fight today, but they aren't happy about it. They've accepted Big Brother's dream, but they've never been happy about it, not since he was scarred by the interloper. Oh, how the interloper should be hated, yet no one shows him the proper disrespect. Not even with how much his actions have hurt Mother and Father and Big Brother, not even with that. They don't see the danger that the interloper poses for all, don't see the reason why he always needed to be scratched and bitten.
All of that will change after today. Mother and Father will see what Big Brother can do and respect him once more, and that will happen once Big Brother puts the interloper back in his smelly place. That is a certainty, that is guaranteed as much as something can be guaranteed. That is how things will proceed if all is right with the world.
Because Dexter is a good kitty.
Being on American soil made watching something like the U.A. Sports Festival a chore. Japan was thirteen hours ahead of America, so if you wanted to get involved with something that was happening during the daytime in Japan, then you needed to be up in the middle of the night in America. It wasn't as if he had to be up early the next morning, or any morning, for that matter, but that didn't mean he enjoyed staying up late. He liked to be rested enough to wake up early enough to have the whole day to himself, and that was something every decent person should strive for.
Sacrifices, however, had to be made sometimes in the name of peace. With what was happening at the Sports Festival this year, he needed to observe it from start to finish, for it would undoubtedly be important in the future. He didn't know what sort of path that boy was going to take, but it would inevitably cross with his own. Once that happened, he hoped that they would remain intertwined in a mutually beneficial manner, but there was no way of telling with people like the two of them. It could go well, which is what he wanted to happen, but more likely than not, it would end up going terribly, and one of them needed to be familiar with what the other could do in case of that. That someone needed to be him, not the kid.
That was to be expected of an Ace in the Hole.
"I said you could have three sodas at most, and I am sticking to that, young lady."
"It's not my fault you didn't say if you meant brands or individual cans, so I can't be held accountable for that. I think it also means that I should be allowed to keep all of them if I feel like it."
"Put them back or you can't watch." Donna pouted at Bruce, but she conceded to his demands, nonetheless, and turned eighteen of the sodas she had brought out into piglets and directed them towards the kitchen.
"I bet Mama would have let me get away with it. If not that, she would have at least humored me a little," Donna said as the pigs climbed into the fridge and turned back into sodas.
"We both know she wouldn't have done that," Bruce said, making the journey to the couch as quickly as his old bones would allow; suffice to say, it wasn't very quick.
"Well, I guess we'll never know, what with her being on the other side of the world with Tim and everything. Unless there's a live Q&A portion where people can call in with questions."
"There isn't."
"Poop." Donna jumped down onto the couch next to Bruce and wormed her way around his arm. Actions like that always made it hard to believe that she was once Diana's archenemy and a leader of the long-defunct Injustice Gang, but it was something the three of them had long since grown accustomed to.
"Now, it's already late, and it's just going to get later. You're absolutely sure you're going to be okay?"
"What do you take me for, anyway? I'll have you know that the last time I slept over at the Noceda-Blights' house, I managed to stay up all the way until midnight. So chew on that, Papa."
"I have a sandwich, so I'm good." Diana made it just for him before she left, so he knew that it was both delicious and good for his heart.
"What about you? You're usually in bed by now on nights when Barbara is the one on tech support. Sure you're up for it?"
"Please. As old as I am, I can still go at least two days without needing sleep. That being said, I've got a pot brewing right now if you're interested."
"No thanks. Never cared for that even when I was Circe." Bruce patted her head and she dug further into his arm. It was nice; their little rhythm was nice. He couldn't let himself get too caught up in it, of course. Not with how important it was for him to watch the Sports Festival.
Specifically how important it was to watch one of the people competing.
The best thing about being a Hero was definitely the small moments of levity afforded to you every now and then. Heroes were just as entitled to breaks as the average person, but because of how demanding their jobs were, those breaks rarely ever manifested in real life. As such, whenever a Hero was fortunate enough to be able to fit a break into their schedule, it felt all the more satisfying than it ever could with a normal life.
Hisashi would like to say that giving up the life of a Hero would be giving himself a normal life, but even that wouldn't be true. If he wasn't a Hero, then he'd still be a scientist in the United States, and that didn't exactly afford him many opportunities to be with his family, either. He wasn't as willing to part ways with that life, though. That was the life he actually chose for himself, and while it had its ups and downs, it was something he was happy with. It was what made him the most money, it was how he met his lovely wife, and it was what shaped him into the kind of man he was today.
"This is always so exciting, isn't it, Hisashi?" It also led to him finding a great mentor in Martin Stein. Always coming up with something brilliant, always so full of life and energy in spite of his age, even if that wasn't exactly a hard thing to achieve nowadays.
"Maybe? I only ever watch the Sports Festival on the rare occasions I make it back home. Not really my thing," Hisashi said, settling down onto his laboratory's couch.
"You're really missing out, you know! Sure, the ones that Gotham Academy and the Lex Luthor Institution of Accelerated Humanity put on are pretty good, but nothing beats U.A. and the raw, unbridled energy of youth their students exhibit. What I wouldn't have given to go through those same trials and tribulations. Oh, if only my Quirk was as strong on its own as it is when we're combined."
"You'd also need my self-control, you know. I think we got pretty lucky when it ended up being my body in control."
"Can't argue with you there." He really couldn't. Hisashi was happy to help Stein live out his boyhood dreams, but his Heroic aspirations far too often led to Hisashi getting talked into doing something downright stupid; he had gotten better about it in the last few years, but it was utterly unbearable when they had first started out. Still, it wasn't as if he didn't get some enjoyment out of it, himself, and it wasn't as if he didn't enjoy creating a new figure for his son to look up to.
Appropriately enough, that was the only reason he was bothering with watching it this year, and it wasn't as if he objected to it. It would probably be a good time either way, but he knew why he was there.
"We're here to put on a show and kick tons of butt while doing it!" She made the claim as she stood atop her desk in a triumphant pose, like a statue dedicated to a war hero of some sort. Appropriate, considering that that was exactly the kind of person she wanted to become. "That's what the Sports Festival is all about, you know. Heroes are the world's biggest source of entertainment, and this is the first shot we have at showing them all just how far we can go with it!"
"That's nice. Now get off that desk before it collapses under you," Higawara said, always quick to shut people down when they were getting too carried away with something stupid. Not that he could blame him, especially when he was doing his job as class president, but it wouldn't have killed him to lighten up a little. She must have felt the same, otherwise, she wouldn't have smacked the back of his head as she jumped down.
"'Collapse under me', eh? Do you think this physique of mine is some sort of optical illusion? Huh? Do you, dummkopf? Seriously, do you? I'm starting to feel self-conscious now."
"What? No! I didn't—"
"Shame on you, Higawara! Don't you know better than to say something about a woman's weight? For shame." Koizumi gave a super bounce across the room just to join in on picking on Higawara. The solidarity of women, he supposed.
"Oh, come off it. Roh's the one who made it about weight, not Higawara," he said, making it a rare opportunity when he decided to actually join in a conversation.
"Yeah, you would say that, you—"
"Wait. Asami, wait. Maybe I'm the one in the wrong here. Yeah, I messed up. Sorry, Higawara," Roh said. Higawara didn't seem too bothered by it, either way.
"Yeah, of course, you change your tune the second Todoroki has something to say," Koizumi said with a bit of a laugh.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Todoroki asked. Koizumi hopped away without another word, but not before tripping Roh and forcing Todoroki to catch her. That was something he would have done for anyone in his class, so he would have preferred it if everyone stopped looking at him.
"Whoops! Clumsy, little ol' me! What else is new, right?" Roh asked as Todoroki helped her to her feet.
"That's not what that was, and you—Are you all right? Your face is looking red, all of a sudden."
"What, this? Yeah, I'm good, just give me a minute. Or sixty-seven. Sixty-seven sounds good."
"I'm not as thick as this hothead right here," Todoroki had no idea what Higawara was doing saying that, "but regardless, if you're not feeling well, you can drop out at any time. You, of all people, should keep that in mind." In response to that, Roh stuck his tongue out at him.
"Thanks for the heads up there, Mutti, but I'm fine, and I'm going to stay fine. To make sure of that, I took two Flintstones vitamins this morning instead of my usual one, so I'm basically a God amongst men for the rest of the day!" Roh said, flashing a peace sign for all to see. Typical for her, but it wasn't what Todoroki wanted to hear.
"Come on, we're being serious here," Todoroki said.
"So. Am. I. I'm gonna be just fine, and you know that. You do know that, don't you?" Roh was giving him one of those innocent puppy dog looks that she liked to give. If looks could kill, he'd have to make himself a zombie through sheer force of will.
"I've heard you say that before, right before you fall to the ground like someone tied a cinder block to your waist. What's your plan in case that happens again?" Roh hummed a tune appropriate for the 20XXs, the time period they were currently living in, and gave Todoroki a playful punch on the arm.
"Good thing you're here, then. I mean, with those big muscles you keep telling me aren't for overcompensation, lifting a cinder block should be a piece of cake for you, jah?" She smiled at him the way she liked to smile at him, acting as if there wasn't even anything worth thinking about. Then again, maybe there shouldn't have been anything to think about. Maybe it was as simple as just saying, "Yeah, I'll be there to pick you back up." Maybe it was stupid to overthink things with that girl instead of just going along with wherever her flow took people.
Either way, it was a little too late to think about it, and more than too late to do something about it.
Being forced to remember days like those was why Endeavor never made a habit of coming back to his alma mater. Nothing that the campus grounds ever made him remember was ever anything he wanted to remember, especially not anything involving those people. The less he thought about her, especially, the better, but now the problem was that he couldn't stop thinking about it. He didn't need that, not on a day like this.
"Endeavor, look, they've got mochi shaped like your face! I don't know if you want to eat that, even though you really like mochi, but I already bought ten, so let's eat up!" One of Endeavor's Sidekicks, a smiling woman with flaming green hair and black leggings that didn't completely wrap around her thighs, jumped up to Endeavor carrying an armful of sweets. He didn't need one of his Sidekicks doing anything like that, either, but at least he could control that.
"If this doesn't taste good, Burnin', then you're on toilet duties for the summer," Endeavor said, taking one from Burnin' before anyone else could get a good look at it. As much as he hated to admit it, the sweets did bear a resemblance to him that wasn't completely off base; it was still largely unflattering, but it wasn't the worst thing he had seen. More importantly, after biting into it, he discovered that it was far from the worst thing he had eaten; his compliments to the chef.
"It's good, right?" Burnin' asked, biting into her own mochi.
"I didn't vomit, so that's something."
"All right!"
"By the way, why are you even here? Shouldn't you be on security detail with Shy, right now?" Burnin' kept smiling wide at him for a few seconds before her face spontaneously broke out in a cold sweat.
"Whoops, sorry about that! I'll get right on that, bossman!" Burnin' threw some of the mochi at him before running off into the crowd. Knowing how she operated, she'd most likely stop at at least five more booths before meeting up with Shy and the other Heroes she would be on patrol with, and even after that, it would still take a while for her to regain focus.
"There is a very bad ratio of weirdos to normal people among my Sidekicks."
"You're still Number Two, so your system is probably more seamless than you give it credit for." The one who said that while approaching Endeavor was a man whose stylishly combed hair was undercut by the obscene amount of denim he dressed in, all the way up to his mouth. If that was all it took to win the Best Jeanist Award, then perhaps it would be easy enough for Endeavor to add another trophy to his trophy shelf.
"Yeah, yeah. Hey, Best Jeanist, do you think this looks enough like me to count as copyright infringement?" Endeavor asked, holding a piece of mochi up in front of his face. Best Jeanist took it from him and looked at it for a few seconds before eating it through means he couldn't begin to understand.
"No, the scowl isn't deep enough to be a genuine knockoff; despite the efforts you've been making lately, yours is still rather prominent. If you tried to sue, the best you could hope for is free mochi as compensation," Best Jeanist said. "If you want, we could look for something else that resembles you and see if that's worth a lawsuit."
"Maybe later. I'm not in the mood for it right now. God, did this thing always have so many people showing up for it? I don't remember it being this excessive back in my day." Bad choice of words. He needed to think about something else before he went back to thinking about the past again. "This is stupid." Not the best start, but it would do for now.
"It was pretty much like this when I went here, so I don't really mind. To each their own, I suppose."
"If we're talking about my own own, then I have to agree with Endeavor on this one." The one who said that was a man with triangular hair dressed like how someone thought a ninja would actually dress, the man appearing in front of them as if his body was unfolding out of a flat piece of paper. "If this isn't to your liking, then you'd probably feel more at home with Seijin High's Sports Festival. It's far more quaint, and the quality of the students' performances matches any of the 'higher profile' schools."
"Kamihara, we've been out of school for over a decade. Will you drop it with all the 'Seijin rules, U.A. drools' nonsense?" Best Jeanist said.
"Don't tell me how to live my life," Edgeshot said.
"Is this because of the kid? Are you really still upset that he didn't want to go to Seijin?" Edgeshot said nothing, but at the very least, it allowed Endeavor to think about something more palatable. About the alien kid whose public debut they all had to observe. "For the benefit of world security," the higher-ups at the Heroes Association would say. What a joke. As if a kid could be a true threat to anyone. The only thing of true concern was how good a job he was doing of pushing his son to his limits and how much he could improve on that front. Yes, that was something good to think about.
"Move." As Endeavor thought about how good it was to think about that, a large, winged shadow appeared above the three of them. The three of them moved out of the way just as a giant dragon with a pink head and gray limbs touched down in front of them, much to the delight and cheering of the numerous onlookers.
"Hello, Ryukyu! Glad you were able to make it, after all," Best Jeanist said.
"Yep. Turns out that ancient druid settlement we discovered was only dated two thousand years back instead of three, so they didn't need someone with my level of expertise helping with the excavation," Ryukyu said, a deep, guttural voice coming out of her dragon body. Immediately following that, she deactivated the magic of her curse form and returned to her natural form of a petite woman wearing a qipao and a draconic headband, giving a wave to the crowd all the while. "And this will only get worse as the day goes on. I actually would have gotten here sooner if I didn't have to keep stopping to give autographs and pose for Flashgram stories."
""Same,"" Best Jeanist and Edgeshot said in accidental unison, much to their mutual annoyance.
"What about you, Endeavor? Anyone hound you for social media clout on your way over here?" Edgeshot asked. Endeavor responded with a vigorous bite of mochi. "Really? No one?"
"What about this makes you think this is a discussion I want to have?" Endeavor asked, biting into more mochi.
"Honestly, I'm pretty surprised by that," Ryukyu said. "Ever since All Might apologized for killing that monster at the USJ, you've been trying harder to be more approachable, and it's not as if people haven't noticed it, going by social media."
"That's true, but a few weeks of a changed performance won't completely change public opinion. No offense, Endeavor," Best Jeanist said. To his own surprise, Endeavor didn't feel offended by that. He knew that his efforts to have people like him—talking to civilians caught up in fights, being less violent when dealing with Villains, even trying to smile every now and then—weren't going over super well with the public; some people said that he was being insincere, while others, oddly enough, complained that he was acting out of character and wanted him to go back to being a straightforward, rough and tough and gruff guy. He had no intention of stopping, however. If being sociable worked for All Might, then there was no reason why it couldn't work for him, as well.
Easier said than done, of course.
"Hey look, here comes someone who makes you look as approachable as All Might." As Ryukyu said that, the air rippled with the sound of thundering footsteps and obnoxious, outdated language. Looking up, he quickly caught sight of a massive figure in white spandex and a yellow helmet who towered far above the school building walking in their path. It would be a cause for alarm in most cases, but not in this case, where the giant figure was that of the Number Seven Hero.
"Well?" The giant man said that to the four of them as he stopped in front of them after not saying anything for a few seconds. "Are you serious? Don't you know you're supposed to greet someone when they approach you? Especially when it's your elder?"
"Good morning to you, too, Ultimon," Endeavor said with a hesitant bow. Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, and Ryukyu quickly followed suit, but Ultimon just let out a huff as his body gained a faint glow and he shrunk down to his normal height of two meters, still above each and every one of them.
"This damn generation. Doesn't know a thing about manners or respect. Except for you, Todoroki. You're the only one who isn't a disgrace to this country. Then again, those stupid things you're holding might say differently," Ultimon said.
"It's just mochi," Endeavor said, handing some of it off to a random girl with messy blonde buns who passed them by.
"It's a disgrace, is what it is. I get enough of this crap from WonderBat and his gang of idiots, but seeing U.A. do all of this merchandising crap makes me want to vomit. Who do they think they are, anyway? Those self-entitled assholes from the States? This shit wouldn't fly back in my day, I'll tell you that much."
"You definitely have told us that much. Every time we've gotten together, if I'm remembering right," Edgeshot said. Ultimon just growled at him, as he was prone to do.
"Speaking of self-entitled assholes, where's All Might? All the Japanese members of the Top Ten were supposed to meet up about now." Endeavor was thinking the same thing in the back of his head.
"All Might's busy with some things today, but he's going to try and show up for the closing ceremonies," Best Jeanist said.
"What? Are you kidding me?"
"Gang Orca's running late because of car trouble, but I guess no one cares about that," Ryukyu said. "Did you really not know that? He sent us all an email about it a few days ago."
"How could I have known when I have all of his stuff sent right to my spam folder?" Endeavor did the same, but he did what he could to try and feign ignorance and not draw attention to himself. "Now I gotta spend the whole day only outnumbering those fucking Yanks by three instead of four. Wait, Tim Drake is coming, so it's only two! Goddammit!"
"Come on, Ultimon, if you can spend three days with them for the annual Happy Harbor retreat, you can survive eight hours, or however long this stupid thing lasts." Endeavor said.
"You think this is any better? At least at Mount Justice, I have an entire mountain I can use to stay away from them all, so what am I supposed to do here? Thanks for reminding me of that asinine obligation of ours, by the way. I truly do appreciate being reminded that they make the ten of us gather in America instead of the country where most of us already are. Damn Yanks, trying to have everything."
Not like Happy Harbor's where the Justice Society got started, or anything, Endeavor thought, rolling his eyes in the middle of it all. It wasn't as if he were a big fan of the annual retreat, but it wasn't anything worth complaining about, especially when there was always good beer to drink.
"Bah! Let's just get this over with, already. The less time I spend in this craphole, the better." Ultimon stomped off away from them and towards the arena, bumping into several children in the process without a care. Endeavor didn't say a word, but he did notice the looks that Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, and Ryukyu were giving him as Ultimon walked off.
"He wasn't wrong about needing to respect your elders," Endeavor said. The three of them shrugged their shoulders and put their hands out, acting like it was some sort of game they were playing. "Let's just go, already."
The day could only go uphill from there. That's what he decided to tell himself, at least.
"Okay, everyone! It is almost time for the opening ceremonies, so if there is anything you still need to get in order, please do so, immediately!" Iida's micromanaging went largely ignored in class 1-A's waiting room, but hearing it and being reminded of what had become a mainstay of his daily life was doing wonders for Midoriya's nerves, even with Todoroki continually shooting him daggers. The rest of the class didn't seem to need anything like that, overall, but that was a good thing, in and of itself, for Midoriya didn't know what he'd do if everyone was as nervous as him.
"Write 'person' on the palm, and then put it in your mouth. Write 'person' on the palm, and then put it in your mouth. Write 'person' on the palm, and then put it in your mouth." Uraraka had been repeating that in tandem with the actual process for a while as if it were a mantra. He didn't know what to do about that, so he decided to let it work itself out.
"It's too bad we can't wear our costumes for the competition, but I guess they do it so no one has an unfair advantage," Ojiro said.
"Easy for you to be so calm about it. I feel downright naked without my gear!" Dark Shadow said, Tokoyami shaking his head in annoyance.
"But aren't you always naked?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"What?" Dark Shadow's face gained a reddish hue and he was suddenly wearing a shower cap and a pink bath towel. "Oh my. How embarrassing!"
"You know, since we're talking about it, how does your body work, anyway? Like, does it go up inside you and only come out when you got a boner, or—"
""Not now, Mineta!"" Kendou and Jirou said in unison, the combined volume of their yells making him jump out of his seat.
"Oh, Itsuka-chan's yelling at Mineta-kun, too? Could have sword Kyoka-chan had dibs on that job, but whatever," Hagakure said.
"I'm just not in the mood for shenanigans right now," Kendou said with a sigh. At the same time, Dark Shadow, now fully nude, elongated his body and poked his beak into her cheek. "What did I just say?"
"I don't know. Since when do I listen to you?" Dark Shadow asked.
"Tokoyami, please."
"Tskymi," Tokoyami said, forcing Dark Shadow back to his own dimension. Kendou hardly looked relieved as she fell back in her chair, and the entire exchange reminded him of how uncharacteristically lethargic she was when she came to school that morning. He didn't like seeing that, especially since her efforts were the only reason he wasn't freaking out over the speech he was due to make. Her situation seemed more manageable than whatever was going on with Uraraka, so while the class was going on about this and that here and there, Midoriya stepped over to Kendou and asked her what was on her mind.
"Who, me? I'm fine. Totally fine, yep," Kendou said. Her smile was rather unconvincing.
"You don't sound fine," Midoriya said.
"Looks can be deceiving, you know." Kendou got up from her seat and started to step away, only for Midoriya to grab her wrist and keep her from going.
"Look, Kendou-san. Being with you and everyone else these last few weeks, it's made me feel that I have people I can always go to if I'm feeling down, but that shouldn't just be the case for myself. If there's something bothering you, you can talk to us about it, okay?" Kendou blinked a few times before her expression, after a quick laugh, settled on a smile.
"I honestly don't want to talk about what's on my mind, but you're still not wrong about all of that, so thanks. I'll see what I can do to keep it in mind." It didn't sound like Kendou was completely back to normal, but it was far above what she walked in with, and because of that, it was nice to see.
The niceness of it all was quickly undercut by Ashido suddenly appearing next to them with a wide smirk on her face.
"A-Ashido-san? Can we help you with something?" Midoriya asked.
"Can you? I wonder about that. I really do," Ashido said, her unwarranted smirk never wavering in the slightest.
"I wonder what you're even still doing here," Kendou said.
"I bet you would." The look on Kendou's face told him that she was just as confused as he was, though for whatever reason, she seemed to be far more agitated than he was. Probably leftover emotions from whatever was on her mind before, he presumed.
Regardless, Iida was yelling at them that it was time to go, so if he could afford to think about it some more, it would have to happen later.
Watching the Sports Festival on TV always made it clear that it was a massive affair, but actually being part of it was another story, entirely. The giant stadium lined with advertisements for Hero-sponsored products, the thousands upon thousands of seats filled with thousands upon thousands of people, and the dozens of LexCorp cameras flying around in the air to capture all of their moves—that one made him feel the most uncomfortable—all made it seem titanic. Then again, it was U.A., so it would be weirder if something they were doing wasn't larger than life.
"Okay, y'all, it's that time of year again! The time where we send out our little baby Heroes into an all-out brawl for the sake of the most important thing in the world: your entertainment!" I'm Present Mic, and you better believe that I'll be a way better host than that Music Meister hack ever could have been!" was what Present Mic shouted from his large, dimly lit booth at the top of the stadium. A random spectator loudly expressed doubt in Present Mic's claim, and it took all Aizawa, his co-host, had to keep him from overloading the microphone with obscenities. "Fine, I'll cool it. Anyway, comin' into view right now are the kids you're probably hyped to see the most: Hero Course, Class 1-A! Let 'em hear ya!" Midoriya and the rest of the class walked into the stadium and greeted the cheering masses.
"Man, I'm getting kinda nervous. How 'bout you, Bakugou?" Kirishima asked.
"Like hell. Grow a pair or two, already," Bakugou said. Ashido laughed at the exchange, if it could even be called that.
"Coming up right after them is Class B, everyone!" As Present Mic spoke, Midoriya's neighboring class entered the stadium, nearly all of them giving their class some semblance of a nasty glare. "Boy, don't they look mad! Guess those guys are tired of playing second banana to 1-A and are ready for their own shot at the spotlight!"
"Knock it off. Besides, not like that's how it is with everyone," Aizawa said. Just as he said, Tsunotori, Kodai, Komori, and Shiozaki were all happily waving at Midoriya and his friends—Komori directed a lot of it towards Iida. Tsunotori had said that she was having trouble keeping a rivalry from festering to an unhealthy degree, something that had only gotten worse as the Sports Festival got closer, so he thought she'd look more downtrodden, but she seemed to be all right.
"Go get 'em, Pony! Show these guys how Gotham girls slice and dice!" The enthusiastic cheering targeted specifically at Tsunotori reminded Midoriya of why she was probably feeling happy: the surprise visit of her friends from Gotham. And among them was, of all people, Cassandra Cain. He and the rest of the class still had trouble wrapping their heads around the idea that not only was Tsunotori friends with the daughter of the richest man in the world, but that the two of them, along with Cassandra's girlfriend—Stephanie Brown, the one who just cheered for Tsunotori—and three more friends—Maps Mizoguchi, Olive Silverlock, and Pomeline Fritch—made up a detective agency and solved actual mysteries on a weekly basis. There was a surprising amount of depth to Tsunotori, it seemed.
"Up next we've got General Studies in classes C, D, and E! They've never had a chance to do much, but I bet some of them are looking to change that today!" Present Mic was once again chided by Aizawa as the three classes entered into view. Naturally, Midoriya didn't recognize anyone from a department so far removed from his own, save for the purple-haired boy who tried to pick a fight with them a while ago until Alexis went off on him.
Speaking of which, she should be coming out now, Midoriya thought at the Support Department classes were introduced. Students from classes F, G, and H entered the stadium with fierce looks on their faces and strange devices on their persons. Midoriya was more than certain that Alexis was going to step through with something flashy prepared to make herself the center of attention that would reference an unknown number of anime and manga.
Imagine his surprise to see that Alexis wasn't among the Support Department students.
"That's weird. Where's Luthor-san?" Uraraka asked.
"I bet she's too chicken to try and fight Midoriya," Mineta said.
"Baldy better just be on the can, if she knows what's good for her," Bakugou said.
"Oh, so you actually want her to show up, then?" Kaminari asked, his smirk vanishing the second Bakugou snarled at him.
"Come on, it's not that he wants her to be here, it's just that it'd feel weird for her to not show up for this when there's no reason for her not to. Am I right?" Kendou asked.
"Shut up, Karate Kid," Bakugou said.
"I feel like I'm right." Bakugou didn't respond to Kendou's accusation, because of course, he didn't. Midoriya agreed with what Kendou proposed to be his train of thought, but his own addition to it was the feeling of dread that came with not knowing where she was or what she would be doing when she eventually popped up into view. It was bound to put a lot of stress on him, but there was no need to heighten that by continually mulling over it, so he did what he could to push it down and out of his mind.
"Last, but technically not least, are the Business Course students of classes I, J and K! They're the ones who care the least about standing out, but they just might surprise us this year, especially when they've got someone who oozes killer instinct leading the charge!" It was easy for Midoriya to deduce that Present Mic was talking about Mercy Graves; he didn't know anyone else in the Business Course, but he found it hard to imagine that anyone else in the course could match her intensity. Not entirely unrelated to that, the fact that Mercy had shown up made Alexis' absence even stranger.
Possibly equal in strangeness was the fact that Mercy had entered the stadium holding the latest LexCorp boombox in her hands. He felt like he should say something about that, but he couldn't think of anything good that could come from that, so he didn't.
"Okay everyone, as you might have heard, we have a special guest with us today. He normally stays in Gotham where he can bask in the glow of retirement, but this year, he's decided to leave his home and grace us with his presence. We all know him, we all love him, so let's give a big round of applause for the Godfather of Quirks, Tim Drake!" A light came on behind Present Mic and Aizawa, revealing that there was another person sitting in the booth with them. The man was old with a face weathered by time and battle and a head of white hair that radiated with wisdom and experience. The finely cut D.W. suit he wore made it clear that he was a man of means, but it merely stated his status rather than flaunt it, and his dragon wing and duck wing were folded over him like a cloak. Beyond all of that, what did the best job of drawing in everyone's attention was the warm smile with which he greeted everyone, one he kept wearing while the entire stadium cheered at the sight of him.
That was the kind of respect that a man like Tim Drake earned from the world he helped create.
"I take it you're all happy to see me?" Tim asked. Present Mic and other people laughed at that, and for some reason, Aizawa was looking at his phone with an odd expression. "Yes, well, I'm pretty happy to be here, myself. I don't get out of Gotham that much these days, and while my wife is more than happy to keep me around, it's good for me to get out when I can, especially when it's to a fine city such as this one."
"I love you, Tim Drake!" someone shouted.
"And I love you, random citizen." Said random citizen let out a "Woo!" in response. "Now, I hate to brag, but Gotham Academy is no slouch in the Sports Festival department," Midoriya was all but certain he heard Tsunotori and the Detective Club give out a cheer for Gotham Academy, "so I'm excited to see what our sister school has in store for me. Don't disappoint me now, okay?" Once more, everyone was cheering and applauding Tim Drake, and there was no reason to object to that. "Oh, by the way, I'm not the only special guest you'll be applauding today."
"Oh? Is that right?" Aizawa rolled his eyes at Present Mic's bad acting.
"That's right. There's a reason this booth is still so poorly lit. For you see, I'm not the only person being hidden from sight for dramatic effect. Right behind me are some very good friends of mine. Please give a warm, U.A.-style welcome to Gang Orca! Ryukyu! Ultimon! Edgeshot! Best Jeanist! And Endeavor!" With the declaration of each name, part of the booth lit up to reveal one of the Heroes Tim named, each of them sitting at a higher elevation than the others in plush chairs lined with red leather. Each Hero was met with more applause than the one who came before them, although there were noticeable dips when Ultimon and Endeavor were revealed—Midoriya also noticed Todoroki shooting his father a nasty glare, for whatever reason.
Even though Midoriya had long since known that the Top Ten would be in attendance, it was impossible for him to not get excited, either way.
"Holy crap! Are all of these big-name Heroes really here to see us in person? Way to dial up the intensity to a thousand!" Mineta said. Uraraka looked ready to keel over at that, but she managed to stand her ground.
"Hey, anyone else notice that there are four empty chairs up there?" Ojiro asked. "The one on Endeavor's right is probably for All Might, but the other three—they couldn't be—" Before Ojiro could finish, a pink cloud exploded into the middle of the stadium, and when it dissolved, Midnight was standing there shouting, "If you think this is where the climax happens, then I'm sorry, but you'll just have to try and endure a little longer!" Midoriya would have preferred it if she hadn't said that.
"You've all probably noticed that there are a few empty chairs up there, and I'm happy to inform you that this isn't an error on our part," Midnight said. "One of those chairs is going to All Might whenever he manages to show up, and the other three, well, you should have enough context to guess who's filling them, but just in case, allow me to say that we've got the entire Top Ten showing up today!" Once again, Midoriya found himself getting caught up in the excitement, despite already knowing about that for a while.
"Midoriya-kun, did she say the entire Top Ten is going to be here?" Uraraka asked. "If they're all going to be here, then doesn't that mean—"
At that moment, two red balls of differing sizes bounced into view from another tunnel. The balls suddenly shot out into the walls and started rolling around at incredible speed before launching themselves into the air and landing at Midnight's feet, at which point the balls had taken on new shapes. The smaller ball had turned into a red parrot while the larger ball had turned into a man wearing sunglasses and red spandex with a deep, open V-neck that only went down as far as the halfway point of his thighs, and both of them wore black and yellow belts with diamond buckles.
"Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Gateway City, please give a warm welcome to the Number Eight Hero, Plastic Man!" Everyone did as Midnight told them to do, though the applause and cheering he received was only a little better than Endeavor's.
"Yeah, that's about what I expected," Plastic Man said. "But hey, it's cool. After all, I think I just proved that I'm more than capable of playing ball, am I right?" Not many people laughed at that. "Plus Ultra." Everyone cheered at that. "That's more like it! Come on, Flexi!" Flexi flew onto Plastic Man's shoulder as he stretched himself into the booth.
"Hey guys, how's it hangin'?" Plastic Man asked as he fell into his seat. He was met with a mixture of genuine appreciation and professional indifference. Business as usual, it seemed.
"Plastic Man. So you were able to make it, after all," Endeavor said. As he did, Flexi flew off of his shoulder and landed on Ultimon's head. "You even brought the bird. That's, that's great."
"Ain't it, though?"
"Get this thing off of me before I make tenders out of it," Ultimon said.
"As someone who's basically part-bird, I'd prefer it if you didn't do that," Tim said. Either way, Ultimon swiped at Flexi, only for Flexi to jump out of the way and make a mouth on his stomach just to shoot him a raspberry before flying back to Plastic Man.
"This is gonna be a fun day," Plastic Man said.
"Midoriya-kun, that was Plastic Man, wasn't it?" Uraraka asked. "If Plastic Man is here, then doesn't that mean—"
"Next up is a face I know you're all gonna love!" Midnight said, cutting her off. "All the way from Fawcett City, give it up for the Number Six Hero—some old man?" Indeed, the next person to enter the stadium was an old, balding man with a can walking around very slowly in bunny slippers and an old Carson Wentz jersey. He looked just as confused to be there as Midoriya felt to see him.
"Um, how did you get here, sir?" Midnight asked. The old man put a hand to his ear. "What are you doing here!" The old man looked himself over and his eyes widened as if he suddenly remembered something important. From there, he slowly lifted his cane into the air and mumbled something, then stood motionless, as if he were expecting something to happen, before lowering his cane and digging through his pockets, mints and hard candy falling out every time.
"What the hell even is this?" Bakugou asked.
"Sir, I don't know how you got here, but—" Before Midnight could finish speaking, the sound of an engine filled the air. Everyone looked up and saw what appeared to be an anthropomorphic tiger dressed in a fine suit flying down into the stadium on a jetpack. He landed between Midnight and the old man and, without a word, pulled out from his pocket a decorated box with an exclamation mark on the top and opened it up to reveal a set of dentures.
"Seriously, what the hell even is this?" Bakugou asked. The old man let out a series of happy mumbles as he jammed the dentures into his mouth. Once they were set, the old man said but a single word: "Shazam!"
That's when the lightning struck.
"Wait, he just said, 'Shazam!' He must be—" Yaoyorozu cut herself off when the smoke faded away. Gone was the feeble old man, and in his place stood a tall, young, muscular man dressed in a white shoulder cape and a red and gold bodysuit with a lightning bolt on his chest. Four diagonal scars now adorned his face, but that didn't stop him from smiling the way he was always known to smile.
"Okay, that makes more sense!" Midnight said. "Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Number Six Hero, Shazam!" The difference in enthusiasm compared to Plastic Man's introduction was night and day, not that anyone seemed to care.
"Haha, wow! Golly, fellas, you sure know how to make a guy feel welcome!" Shazam said. He turned to the anthropomorphic tiger and handed him his cane, now transformed into Shazam's trademark wizard's staff made out of pure Shazamium. "Thanks for bringing me my teeth, Tawny. Man, if I had a nickel for every time that happened."
"Try to make less of a habit of that, Billy. No one needs loose change, after all," Tawky Tawny said. With that, he activated his jetpack and flew off into the sky, quickly turning into nothing but a speck.
"Oh my fucking God, what the actual hell is this?" Bakugou asked.
"So yeah, it's me? Are we all having a good time, today?" Shazam asked as he floated up into the air, an act that earned another surge of applause from the crowd. "Oh, you like that, do ya? Well, what about the hands!" Shazam threw out his hands and shot bolts of lightning into the air. "Lightning with my hands! Lightning with my hands! Lightning with my hands!" Shazam kept dancing around the air and shooting off lightning for the audience's amusement. "Aw shucks, you guys are all great. I hope you know that." Shazam shot off one more bolt of lightning before flying into the booth.
"Midoriya-san, if I at least manage second place, do you think I could convince Shazam to also get me his sister's autograph?" Yaoyorozu whispered.
"Maybe?" was Midoriya's response with a small shrug. Still, that was more than enough to make Yaoyorozu smile and give a little jump where she stood.
When Shazam flew into the booth, he did everything in his power to give everyone a high five, as he was known to often do. Most of the people in there happily accepted it, but Endeavor and Ultimon were being their usual grumpy selves and rejected it, as they often did. It was Happy Harbor, all over again.
"Hey, don't let it get to you, man. These guys wouldn't know how to have a good time even if Chuck E. Cheese, himself, was giving them a lap dance," Plastic Man said.
"Ha! That's a good one!" Shazam said, the air trembling with his laughter. "Golly, you've always got the best jokes!"
"Hey, someone's gotta be the funny guy on this team, ya big cheeseball." Shazam laughed even harder at that.
"I hate everything about this," Aizawa said.
"What? Rather be at home all snuggled up with you-know-who?" Present Mic's question was answered with a jab to his solar plexus. Shazam didn't know what that was all about, but it was still funny, nonetheless, and as such, he kept on laughing.
"Midoriya-kun, Midoriya-kun, Midoriya-kun!" Uraraka cried out. "First it was Plastic Man, and now it's Shazam! That's two of the American Heroes who are in the Top Ten out of three! There's no way that they won't have all three show up, so that means—Midoriya-kun, doesn't that mean that—"
"And last, but definitely not least, is a Hero who's bound to get your blood pumpin' wherever it needs to be pumpin'!" Midnight said. "You all know her, you all love her! She's come here all the way from D.C., so ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Number Three Hero, Wonder Woman!" As soon as her name was called, Wonder Woman flew into the stadium through a tunnel to the sound of thousands of cheering fans. For an Amazon, her skin and hair had long since started to show her age, but even with a mane of pure white and a few wrinkles here and there, she still exuded the same level of beauty and grace that she did when she first entered their world over a century ago, even managing to pull off the same outfit. Midoriya would be lying if being in the presence of such a famous Hero was the sole reason for his excitement.
"Thank you, thank you, I truly appreciate it," Wonder Woman said, taking the microphone that Midnight happily handed her. "God, I don't know what it is about this country, but every time I'm here, it's always just so breathtaking. You ever get that feeling where—"
"You're breathtaking!" Of all people, it was Uraraka who gave such a bold and audible statement. All eyes fell on her, everyone who was looking at her surely believing that some kind of mistake was made—Midoriya was certainly of that mind, and judging by how much Uraraka looked like she was begging for death, she seemed to be of that mind, as well.
"I didn't mean to say that out loud," Uraraka said. "Not that I wasn't thinking it, but I didn't want to let it be heard or anything, because why would I? Why would I dare do something so stupid, right? But then I remembered that I'm me, so why wouldn't I dare do something so stupid? That's what I do, that's my entire life right there, so—"
"Hey!" Wonder Woman silenced Uraraka with a single, authoritative word that left her looking like she wished for death even more. She gave her an intense look, one that was amplified by how much it was being blown up on one of the jumbotrons, but as quickly as it appeared, it faded away and was replaced with a serene smile as she threw a finger at Uraraka and shouted, "You're breathtaking!" Everyone clapped and cheered at that because of course, they did. "You're all breathtaking!" The cheering got even bigger, and Wonder Woman waved directly at Uraraka before flying up to the booth.
Uraraka still looked like she was going to die, but now it was of happiness, rather than embarrassment.
"So, hey, Ochaco, taking all of this into account, are we allowed to stop pretending that you're straight?" Kendou asked. Uraraka looked around at the rest of the class for a second before giving a hesitant nod of the head. That was that, evidently.
"I knew there was a reason I never felt like trying anything with you!" Mineta said. Tsuyu smacked him with her tongue for his troubles.
"Just so I have some peace of mind, how long was I able to keep it a secret for?" Uraraka asked.
"Wait, it was a secret? I thought we were all just being polite by not making a big thing about it," Kaminari said.
"Wait, that's not what we were doing?" Ashido asked.
"Apparently not," Aoyama said.
"So we weren't supposed to think that Uraraka was a lesbian? That is what this is, right?" Kirishima asked, Uraraka responding with a hesitant nod. Other people started joining in with similar comments, and Uraraka started looking progressively more upset with the entire situation.
"H-Hey! I had no idea, so at least there's that, right?" Midoriya asked. He was doing his best to not come across as patronizing, especially since he was being honest with what he said, but that was harder to accomplish than he thought.
Then again, that seemed to make her happy, so perhaps he was better at not coming off as patronizing that he gave himself credit for.
"If it'll make you feel better, I'll just be upfront about being bi," Jirou said.
"Oh, me, too!" Hagakure said, giving a little jump.
"Oh my God, let's just move on, already!" Bakugou said. Surprisingly, Uraraka looked more than willing to agree with him.
Diana entered the booth with a literal smile on her face and a figurative song in her heart, and for just cause. After all, it was usually only at the annual meeting in Happy Harbor when she got to see everyone in the Top Ten, so having an extra chance to be around everyone was too good to not be happy about.
"Great to see you, Tim," Diana said as she threw him into a hug.
"Likewise, Diana," Tim said when Diana was eventually forced to break up the hug. Being around one of her sons again was also nice, even if they couldn't be public about that aspect of their relationship.
"Kugo, so nice to see you. You're looking a little tired. Did you get enough sleep last night?" Fortunately, there weren't any such restrictions with the other people she would be spending the day with.
"I had some stuff to take care of last night. Thanks for asking," Kugo said.
"Ryuko, I heard about what happened with the druid settlement. A shame they couldn't have checked it over and not wasted your time."
"Hey, if they had the skill for that, they wouldn't have needed to call me in the first place," Ryuko said.
"Eel, happy to see that you could make it, and Flexi's feathers are looking especially shiny today."
"Yep. Always gotta look your best when you are the best, you know," Eel said, Flexi morphing into a comically-sized "#1" to go along with the statement.
After that, Diana came to Yokohama's chair. The two of them acknowledged each other's presence and Diana moved on. That was that so long as he only wanted it to be that, and she wasn't going to try and change that.
"That was quite a show you put on, Billy. Did I or did I not keep asking you if you forgot anything when you were waiting for your turn?"
"Golly, Wonder Woman, you know how forgetful us old folks can get," Billy said. "Not that I'm calling you old, or anything, just saying old people, in general. Ultimon gets it, right?"
"Don't drag me into this, you eighth-wit," Yokohama said. Always a pleasure, that one. He truly, truly was.
"Shinya, one of your students is competing with the second-years, right? I hope she does well."
"There's no need to worry. I have the utmost confidence in Emiko's abilities," Shinya said.
"Tsunagu, congratulations on winning the Best Jeanist award again. I couldn't be prouder of you, you know."
"Thank you, Wonder Woman. Your praise is like finding the perfect hat on a nice summer day," Tsunagu said. After that, Diana came to Enji's chair. She greeted him kindly and he responded with a gruff greeting back. She was fine with that; at least it was better than Yokohama.
"So good to be here with everyone," Wonder Woman said, sitting down in her chair next to Enji. "Hope Hikaru is able to get here soon. Just wouldn't be complete without him, you know?"
"Like we really need him to get anything done around here," Enji said with a huff.
"Come on, don't be like that, Enji. He wouldn't want us having fun without you, so why not give him the same courtesy?"
"I don't see why I have to do anything."
"It's called an olive branch. Besides, wouldn't that go along well with how much of a nice guy you're trying to be lately?" Enji's flaming beard seemed to increase in intensity. "What? It's not like that's a secret, right? I'm happy you're trying to be more likable, by the way."
"I'm not doing it to make you happy, you know."
"I never said you had to, but it does make me happy, either way. Want me to give you a few pointers while I'm here?"
"I don't need your help. Stop trying to give it, already." Enji's flaming beard further increased in intensity.
"Enji, we both know that I, of all people, don't have any ill intentions for you. No need to be such a grumpy Gus, you know."
"I am not a Gus of any variety." Enji's flaming beard further increased in intensity.
"Are you sure about that? I have a lot of experience dealing with grumpy people, so I think I can spot one better than you think."
"Well, you're wrong about me, so just drop it, you old bag!" Diana shot Enji the kind of glare she saved for Ares and the various incarnations of Doctor Psycho and he backed down immediately, his flaming beard even receding to the point that it was nearly extinguished. Most of the people in the booth laughed at the whole exchange, but Diana didn't find it funny in the slightest. She didn't like having to get cross with Enji, or anyone, for that matter, but she especially didn't like being reminded of her age, at least when it wasn't through one of the grandkids calling her "Gangie".
Hopefully, that would be the low point of the day. Hopefully.
"Okay, unless we've got some surprise guests on the docket, I think we're ready to really get this party started! Let's keep things going with—Hey, what are you doing?" The change in Midnight's speech was brought about by Mercy nonchalantly walking into center stage. Midnight and many other onlookers reacted with confusion, but Midoriya felt like he was the only one having a wave of anxiety wash over him, for he had a feeling he knew exactly what it was all leading to.
"You mind stepping back a bit? I have enough room here, but I just don't feel like having you be near me," Mercy said as she put the LexCorp boombox down on the ground.
"I do mind! You're not supposed to—"
"This is part of what you all agreed to. Remember that." Midnight stared at Mercy for a second before backing up a few steps. If Midoriya needed a reason to keep feeling anxious, he had it.
"The hell are you doing, Beanpole?" Bakugou asked.
"Warning everyone of a storm that's approaching." Mercy pushed "Play" on the boombox, and some sort of rock song with English lyrics immediately started playing.
"Oh, so we are having music. I thought that wouldn't be a thing with the Music Meister no longer here, so this is a pleasant surprise," Tim said. Present Mic let out a groan as the song kept playing.
"Okay, this is a cool song, and I definitely want to download it when I get home, but what is this, and why are we listening to it?" Jirou asked.
"This—There's no way that this doesn't go back to Alexis-san, so this is probably an anime song," Midoriya said. Immediately following that, all eyes in the class fell on the one person they knew who would be able to help with that.
"Are wa Vergil no teema—I mean, that's Vergil's theme from Devil May Cry 5, I'm pretty sure," Tsunotori said; Tokoyami gave a thumbs up to that, for some reason. It wasn't an anime reference, but it was still in that general ballpark, which meant that it was definitely related to Alexis; never before had Midoriya been upset about being right about something.
Immediately replacing those feelings were the feelings of dread that formed from the students in the Support Department all suddenly chanting, "Luthor! Luthor!" over and over again in a cultish, ritualistic manner. It didn't paint the best picture of how Alexis had been spending her days when she wasn't forcing him to eat lunch with her on the roof, and it painted an even worse picture of what was about to happen.
The picture got even worse as the music intensified at the chorus and a figure flew into view overhead. It was Alexis. It had to be Alexis. Even before the flying figure came more into view, it was obviously Alexis, but speaking of which, he was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to be flying. The reason for how it was even possible for her to be flying quickly became apparent when Alexis, her hair now done up in a bun of some sort, finally touched down in a three-point landing strong enough to crack the ground beneath her feet: it was most likely due to the jagged wings of purple light sticking out of the back of the metallic, skin-tight, green suit of armor she was wearing.
It was honestly a little tamer than what he thought might happen, but it was still a sight to behold, especially when Alexis nonchalantly got back in a standing position, waved to everyone with a smile, and said, "Hello, everyone. Nice weather we're having today."
Naturally, everyone's shouts were a mixture of shock, annoyance, and admiration.
"Holey Moley! What is that?" Shazam asked.
"Wonder Woman, is that what I think it is?" Aizawa asked. Wonder Woman nodded her head with an uncharacteristically nervous expression.
"That's right. You're all seeing things correctly," Wonder Woman said. "It would appear that our late arrival, Alexis Lois Luthor, has shown up in a recreation of one of her grandfather's Warsuits."
"Very observant, Wonder Woman. Figures you'd remember what they looked like, considering how many times my grandfather punched you in the face with them," Alexis said as her wings receded into the Warsuit, her voice being amplified, somehow. "Sorry that I'm so late, everyone, but I thought it wouldn't be good of me to just walk in with the rest of the crowd as if there wasn't anything special to look at. By the way, Mercy, the bit's over, so you can shut that off."
"Got it," Mercy said, turning off the boombox. "I'm not just carrying this around all day, am I?"
"You would if I told you to, but I'm not, so you won't be. Just throw it in the crowd; boomboxes are in vogue right now, so I'm sure someone will go out of their way to catch it. Or grab it off the floor after it concusses someone. Whichever comes first." Mercy nodded her head and tossed the LexCorp boombox high into the stands; for some reason, that got a decent amount of applause. "Good. Now that that's out of the way—"
"Hey, hold on! There's no way she can just walk in here with something like that! She's gotta be breaking all the rules with that thing!" said a boy from General Studies with a big chin and a pompadour.
"No? I'm still wearing my gym clothes. Look." Alexis snapped her fingers and the metal around her upper body shifted to her sides, allowing a gym uniform-clad chest to bounce out for a moment before the Warsuit closed up again.
"What about everything else? There's no way it's okay for her to bring a freaking Warsuit here!" said a girl from General Studies with narrow eyes and a small ponytail.
"If you really think that, then you're an idiot," Mercy said, a quick glare silencing whatever rebuttal she was about to make. "Students of the Support Department are allowed to use anything of their own design, provided that they have permission from Power Loader and construct at least fifty percent of it here at school. We have a student handbook for a reason, moron." The girl promptly backed up out of sight.
"My dear Mercy is correct, and I can assure all of you that this picotech suit of mine had plenty of its construction handled on campus grounds. Before you ask, because I know you will, picotech refers to the technology behind picomachinces, a personal invention of mine. A thousand times smaller than nanomachines, a thousand times more efficient, a thousand times more powerful, and, overall, a thousand times better. I earned my doctorate in nanoengineering at the ripe old age of seven, so I guess you could call this Warsuit, the Upper Echelon, the culmination of my life's work. You're welcome, world!" Fireworks, of all things, shot out of Alexis' back and exploded into the LexCorp logo, the students of the Support Department once again falling into a ritualistic pattern of chanting. Midoriya didn't understand anything from the second Alexis started talking about picomachines, whatever those were even supposed to be, but he understood enough to tell that it meant nothing good for him. "As for permission from Misutah Power Loader, well—"
"You better believe she's got it!" Everyone turned to the stands where Power Loader was standing dramatically on top of a chair he was presumably sitting in just a moment ago.
"Wait, are you serious? You actually gave the A-OK for something crazy like that?" Present Mic asked.
"Of course! Every year, I'm always telling my students not to stress over the Sports Festival because they'll have lots of other chances to show off their stuff, but you know what? I'm sick of always having to play second fiddle to the Hero kids! I want to be the guy leading a class that has a winner for a change, and with Miss Luthor, that's finally going to happen! Miss Luthor is the greatest scientific mind I've ever had the pleasure of teaching, and with her here, there are no limits to the heights we can all climb to! This is our year, you hear me? Our year!" Power Loader then started laughing like a mad man, a fact further emphasized by the chanting of the Support Department. If there was anything to paint a picture for Midoriya of what Alexis had been doing with her time, it was that.
"So, has he always been like this?" Tim asked.
"We don't hang out much, so I honestly don't know," Aizawa said.
"Okay, so with all of this, it's clear that everything about the Upper Echelon is up to code. However, you all knew that, didn't you?" Alexis asked. "You all knew that I wouldn't be so bold—or so stupid—to just waltz in here and make it possible for you to get me on a technicality, yet some of you bothered to challenge me on this. I would ask you all why this is so, but I think it's pretty clear. For those of you in General Studies, since you already hate the Hero students out of jealousy for not being able to be like them, you decide to throw some of that anger my way because I have the audacity to put some effort into making sure I have a shot of standing out here, whereas all you've done since the beginning of the semester is mope around and get pissy at the people who are simply better than you." Most of the General Studies students went into an uproar after that. One notable exception was the purple-haired boy, and that was notable largely because Midoriya felt like Alexis was staring right at him when she said all of that. "Of course, it's not like the Hero Course is all that better. In fact, they might even be worse than you."
"Say that to my fucking face, Baldy!" Bakugou shouted.
"Dude, not on TV," Kirishima said.
"'Baldy'? What kind of nickname is that?" Best Jeanist asked.
"Wait! I get it! It's because ol' Lexy was bald! That's kind of funny in a kind of stupid kind of way," Plastic Man said.
"Stupid jokes are the best kind of comedy!" Shazam said. Wonder Woman looked exasperated with the both of them and Bakugou was snarling unintelligible nonsense.
"Okay, back to why the Hero kids kind of suck," Alexis said; as far as Midoriya could tell, she also took a few seconds to force down her laughter. "Right, okay. So General Studies were getting their panties in a twist over me coming in with the Upper Echelon, trying to make a case about how I shouldn't be allowed to use it that would ultimately end with me getting disqualified, and you all just stood there and let it happen. Now, an idealist's interpretation of that would be to say that you all knew better than to assume that I was doing anything wrong, and that's why you kept quiet, but that's not very fun. No, what is more fun is to go with the interpretation of a rationalist, a cynic, a man of logic, what have you, and throw this little number at you: you all kept your traps shut because you were praying that I could get kicked out on a technicality just as badly as those fools were."
Kirishima made a very visible effort to hold Bakugou back.
"It makes sense why the kids in General Studies would want to get rid of me, for they clearly have it out for anyone with even the smallest bit of talent, but that shouldn't be how it is for all of you, right? You're supposed to be the stars of the show, the ones who stand above the rest of the crowd and act above all of the petty bullshit, and yet here you are, feeling threatened by someone who isn't even on the same career path as you. It truly paints an insecure and all-around pathetic picture, doesn't it?" Once again, Kirishima had to make a very visible effort to hold Bakugou back. "If you really want to call yourselves Heroes, be a little better than whatever the hell this is supposed to be, okay? I won't tell you to go Plus Ultra because that's a stupid catchphrase, but at least entertain the idea of operating at a higher level of competence. I'm doing that, I know for a fact that someone else is doing that, so the least you can do is try and fall in line, okay? Okay. Back to your regularly scheduled programming." Alexis shot more fireworks out of her back and displayed the LexCorp logo once more. The Support Department cheered for her again, and now even people in the stands seemed to be applauding her.
All Midoriya could pay attention to, both during all of that and while Alexis and Mercy walked back to their classes, was how Alexis was staring at him throughout the vast majority of that.
"Man, the mouth on that girl. Good thing she's hot, right?" Mineta asked.
"Right? That ego of hers, it's basically what we'd get if Bakugou was a girl. Who was also a vegan. And unironically gave The Last of Us Part II a ten out of ten," Kaminari said, several people in the class nodding in agreement.
"I will kill every last one of you," Bakugou said.
"Of course you will," Kendou said.
"O-Okay! That was a fun little distraction, but let's do our best to act like it never happened," Midnight said, doing her best to regain control of the situation. "Now then, let's get back on track with the opening speech from our class representative, Izuku Midoriya!" After everything that had transpired, Midoriya lost any and all confidence he had in his ability to move forward, but fortunately, Kendou was right there to push him forward with an enlarged hand and get things started. His pace was still slow, even with Midnight telling him to hurry up to the microphone, and to his own annoyance, he couldn't start making his speech right when he got to center stage. Everyone staring at him was always going to be an ordeal he would have to deal with, but he didn't count on the pressure emanating from Alexis smiling at him while standing around in her Warsuit. Nor did he take into account how it would really feel to have the Top Ten observing him from high up on their collective pedestal; the answer to that was "not very good".
Before he knew it, he was already taking out the printout of his speech and tearing it in half.
"Ooh, the classic 'Tearing up the speech you prepared at the last second' maneuver. That'll earn him a lot of points," Plastic Man said.
"There are no points for this," Aizawa said.
"Sure, there aren't," Shazam said.
"There aren't."
"Wait, really? That's weird." There was more to all of that, but Midoriya ignored it and went about with whatever was on his mind.
"So, people probably weren't expecting me to do that; I certainly wasn't expecting that, but at the same time, I'm among the group of people who never expected me to be here, in the first place," Midoriya said. "Growing up, there's been a lot of voices inside and out of my head telling me that I don't fit in and that I shouldn't bother trying to, and for a while, I was actually content with doing just that. But then things changed. I met, I met someone who made me realize that I shouldn't be so scared of being myself, and I've been trying to take that lesson to heart ever since. All of that brought me to where I am right now, and with so many people here who are still trying to judge me, still trying to act like they have a say in what I do with my life, I couldn't bring myself to just go with some pre-prepared crowd-pleaser; that doesn't fit with my justice, and in these times, we all need to know how to justice harder. I needed to go with whatever was in my heart, plain and simple, so this goes out to everyone who thinks they know how I should be acting." Midoriya turned his head up at an angle, largely for the dramatics and not to lock his eyes in any particular direction, and uttered three simple words: "Just watch me." Midoriya stepped away from the microphone and awaited everyone's reactions.
Mineta was the first one to start clapping. A few more people joined in, then a few more, then even more than that until the entire stadium was filled to the brim with applause.
It went better than he thought it would, all things considered.
"Yes! Yes! That was even better than I could have hoped for!" Rikiya said, laughing and spraying bits of pretzel everywhere as he did. "Come on, I'm not alone on this, right? What do we all think?"
"I must admit, our files don't do the boy justice. I guess a piece of paper can only say so much about someone like him," Kizuki said, swirling a glass of wine around.
"Hey, we just started, so how about you at least try to control yourself without blowing your lid right at the start?" Chikazoku asked, glaring at Kizuki while drinking his beer.
"Oh, who asked you, anyway?"
"Me. I asked me, you idiot."
"Come now. Play nice, you two. We have better things going on today than bickering," Hanabata said while eating his salad. Throughout all of that, Geten kept silent, the only noise coming from him stemming from him eating his banana split. Rikiya would be lying if he said he didn't find it adorable, but as Hanabata said, there were more important things going on at that time, and they all needed their full attention.
"That's the kid you never shut up about, right?" Rappa took a break from smiling at Midoriya to confirm the obvious for Overhaul. "I don't get it. What's so impressive about a scrawny little brat like him?"
"Hey, the kids got a lot going on underneath all the wimpiness. Just you wait," Rappa said, chewing on a piece of rum ham. Overhaul still looked unimpressed as he chewed on a similarly-sized piece of rum ham, but Rappa knew that that wouldn't be the end of it. By the end of the day, everyone would see in Midoriya exactly what he saw in him.
A kid who knows how to take a punch and send one back out.
Dexter did not know why everyone on the magic box was so happy. All that happened was that the interloper gave an impassioned speech about his life, but that was nothing to be happy about, not when it wasn't Big Brother giving the speech. Big Brother giving a speech like that would be cause for celebration, but it was the exact opposite for the interloper, yet no one saw that. Dexter didn't believe it to be too late for that, though. He knew that there was still time for people to see the interloper for what he truly was.
Cats were smart like that, after all.
The Ace in the Hole kept his face relaxed through the entirety of Izuku's speech, but that didn't mean he had no thoughts on it. It was short, to the point, very concise, and did a good job of getting his thoughts and feelings across while swaying the masses to his line of thinking. Some of the other people watching would probably try and spin that as some sort of low-level brainwashing technique, but if he couldn't do it, then Izuku surely couldn't do it.
All in all, he wanted to see where things would go.
"Wipe that look off your face, Professor," Hisashi said when it became apparent that Stein wasn't going to stop smirking at him anytime soon.
"I'll do it when you do the same for yourself. But it's pretty hard, isn't it?" Stein asked. Hisashi let out a sigh, but even with that, he kept smiling wide.
"You're acting like I never smile. I smile all the time; I'm not some kind of crazy goon."
"You never smile like this, though, we both know that." An eye roll was almost too good a response for that. "Come on, what are you so embarrassed about? That was a truly marvelous speech from your boy. Be proud of him, Hisashi!"
"Like you have to say anything about that." Something like that truly did go without saying, after all.
"Three, two, one, okay we're at commercial. So. What do you all think?" The people Aizawa was addressing, of course, were the ten people in the booth who were seeing Midoriya for the first time and, barring Tim Drake, had considerable involvement with the true nature of who he was. Whether or not he'd be able to enjoy the rest of the day was basically contingent on what they had to say.
"So far, I don't really have anything to say about him," Gang Orca said.
"Likewise, though I will admit that he's far less barbaric than the dossier paints him as being. I was expecting something like an angry dwarf, not an awkward child," Ryukyu said.
"The day's still young. There's still a chance he could act like that," Edgeshot said.
"Ignore Kamihara. He just doesn't like Midoriya because he didn't want to go to his alma mater," Best Jeanist said.
"That is not what's happening here, and even if it was, that doesn't disqualify what I just said." Edgeshot had a point, but Aizawa still wasn't too keen on him, at the moment.
"Golly, I don't think there's a need to be so hard on him. I mean, did you hear that big speech? Sounds like he's had his fair share of pang-wangling, so why add onto that?" Shazam asked.
"Exactly! No idea what that last part was supposed to mean, but I'm all with the Big Red Cheese here about cutting people some slack," Plastic Man said.
"Aw, shucks." Aizawa now knew that he would never be able to get the sight of a blushing Shazam out of his head for as long as he lived.
"Of course you would be okay with something like that, Plastic Man. People cutting you slack is the entire reason you can even be here," Endeavor said. He wasn't wrong, but now wasn't exactly the time for that.
"Okay, Endeavor. Care to enlighten us on what your first impression of him is?" Gang Orca asked.
"I'm not done making it. You expect me to finalize an opinion on the kid based on just a few hokey words? I'm not All Might, you know." Everyone seemed to agree with that sentiment in varying ways, including Aizawa.
"Okay, now how about we get something from the three people here who have real experience with aliens? Tim Drake, Wonder Woman, Ultimon, the floor is yours," Yamada said.
"As the only one of those three who's from the same country as that kid, I'm going first," Ultimon said. "I don't know what his game is, but so long as he knows where his loyalties lie, I don't care what he does. The second he steps out of line, though? Well, you better believe he's getting a piece of my mind and all it's worth."
If that's all you're getting out of him, then it's probably not worth much at all, Aizawa thought.
"I actually agree with Eel about how we're expected to take this too seriously," Wonder Woman said. "I may have met more bad aliens in my life than good ones, but the good ones I met have all been people of tremendous and admirable character, so that should be a case of the good outweighing the bad. I don't know anything about Izuku, but based just on this, I don't see him as someone who will really be deserving of scrutiny."
"Well said, Diana," Tim said. Ultimon let out a grumble in response, and Aizawa would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy that. "Besides, anyone who could say a cheesy line like that will always have my respect."
"Oh, you mean the justice harder thing? Yeah, what was up with that?" Ryukyu asked.
"I don't know, I liked it. Sounded like the kind of thing someone I know would say," Wonder Woman said.
The commercial break was ending, and Aizawa came to the conclusion that it was probably going to be a good day.
"If a lot of these kids are going to keep saying stuff like what Lex's granddaughter and that boy with the spit curl have said, then this Sports Festival will probably be pretty fun," Donna said between handfuls of potato chips. "Seriously, 'justice harder'? Who comes up with something like that?"
"I don't know. I liked it," Bruce said with a shrug.
"Of course you would; that's exactly the kind of thing you would say."
"Why do you think I liked it so much?" Donna stuck her tongue out at him. Very classy move on her part.
"Still, you must have a real thing for that boy, considering that you stare at him every time he's on the screen. Better hope Mama doesn't find out; I'm pretty sure Selina was the only one of your lovers she never thought about killing." Bruce responded to that by taking a handful of her potato chips. "No, stop that! What about your cholesterol?" Bruce ate another handful. "Okay, I'm sorry, just don't eat my snacks!"
"We'll see how the evening plays out." Donna breathed a sigh of relief.
"Seriously, though, what do you find so interesting about that kid that you barely even hazard a glance in Pony's direction?" Bruce didn't answer her, and after a few seconds, the topic was dropped and she started eating some cookies. That was good. She didn't need to be pressing him for details about why he was invested in Izuku Midoriya. That was none of her business.
"Because he's just so gosh darn spectacular!" the girl said, biting the head off one of the Endeavor-shaped pieces of mochi that Endeavor had given her earlier. "How can you look at him and not think anything other than good thoughts? How can you listen to him and not get anything other than good vibes? Oh, I always imagined how things would go when a day like this finally happened, but it's so much better. I even got a free boombox out of it!"
"Do you plan on wiping the blood off of it anytime soon?"
"Nope! Part of the charm!" The girl's partner gave no physical indication of anything, but she wouldn't put it past him to be rolling his eyes. It was definitely a surprise when the large, cloaked gentleman sitting next to her showed up when he did. She had tried to politely scare away everyone out of her immediate vicinity, yet he stepped into it without so much as a reaction. She could respect that measure of boldness; she really could.
"Figures there would be nutcases here, as well," said the cloaked gentleman.
"Not from around here, then? Same. What brings you over here?"
"Random chance, as it would turn out." Very vague. She did not hate that. "However, it turns out that I can keep doing what I'm doing while I'm here, so that's nice."
"That have anything to do with how you keep looking at the Luthor girl?" The cloaked gentleman said nothing. "Best be careful now. Don't want people thinking you're a creeper. Or maybe you do? Is that what gets you going? Is it?" The cloaked gentleman said nothing. "Want some headless mochi?" The cloaked gentleman took one in his incredibly pale hand and started eating.
Good. With that, she could go back to the show without pondering whether or not she should try to stab him.
"Midoriya, that was awesome! Nice job, man!" was how Mineta greeted Midoriya when he returned to his class.
"Yeah! I had no idea where you were going with that, but it kicked ass!" Kirishima said.
"Really? Thanks!" Midoriya said.
"It was truly a wonderful speech, Midoriya-san," Yaoyorozu said.
"Same! Listening to it almost got rid of all of my lingering feelings of doubt! They're still there, but it helped a lot!" Uraraka said.
"Indeed. I don't believe that there's any way that anyone could have provided a finer anecdote than what you displayed there," Iida said.
"Yeah, but you know what would have had a decent shot of it? The speech I spent two weeks helping you write." Midoriya jumped back when Kendou popped into the conversation. She looked as frustrated as he assumed she'd be, and the entire thing was what he had been dreading from the second he ripped the paper.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" Midoriya gave such a deep bow that his head dug into the ground. "I know you worked really hard and devoted a ton of time to helping me write it, but I just had to go with what was in my heart, not what was on a piece of paper! Not that what was on the paper wasn't gold, because it was, and I didn't mean anything bad when I called it a 'pre-prepared crowd pleaser', honest! There's nothing wrong with that, and I wasn't trying to insult you or anything, so—"
"Okay, okay, just knock it off!" Kendou said, pulling Midoriya's head out of the dirt. "I'll forgive you for now, but I'm in charge of next year's speech, got it?"
"G-Got it." With that, a crisis in the making was averted.
"Aw, isn't that sweet?" And with that, with Alexis showing up out of nowhere, a new crisis was on the verge of appearing.
"The hell are you doing here, Baldy?" Bakugou asked.
"What? I can't—" Alexis stopped for a second to laugh at what Bakugou said. "I can't come over to congratulate Izuku on his speech? It deserves all the congratulations, you know; he really did a good job of taking all the attention away from you people and focusing it squarely on himself. I respect that."
"Wait, what? No, that's not—Oh my God, you really can interpret it like that, can't you?" A few people nodded their heads in response to Midoriya's question, and only Alexis looked happy about it. "I-I didn't mean it like that, though!"
"Of course, you didn't. I'm not being sarcastic, by the way. I know you didn't mean it, and that's just sad. You know how far above these people you stand, so you might as well try and own it, right?"
"The hell he should!" Bakugou said. "I don't know what you think you know about Deku, but the day he's fit to stand above anyone is the day I eat my own shit, so how about you leave before I take that arrow on your chest and make it point in the direction you should fuck off in?"
"I'd love to see you try, Katsuki. Also, this isn't an arrow." Alexis waved her hand across the symbol on her chest: a half-circle with a triangle inside that was connected to a series of lines running downward in an intricate pattern. "I needed a cool symbol to complete the look, and that's when I remembered this little thing. I don't know what it is, just that it's featured in a lot of the notes my grandfather had stored away in a box labeled, 'DO NOT OPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES IF YOU CARE ABOUT THE INTEGRITY OF THE WORLD'. Actually, it does kind of look like an arrow."
"Um, if it had a warning like that, should you have really opened it?" Midoriya asked.
"Please, there were only seven death traps installed as a security measure; he clearly didn't care if anyone found it. Besides, all mech suits need something to make them stand out. Where would the Guren be without the Radiant Wave Surger? Or the Burning Gundam without immeasurable levels of camp?" Once again, Midoriya found himself understanding very little of what she was trying to say.
"Just get the hell out of here!" Bakugou said.
"I would, but the first event is about to start, so if we're all going to be bunched up anyway, no real point in leaving, right?" Before anything else could be said, Alexis directed their attention to one of the jumbotrons where, to their collective ignorance, some sort of virtual roulette was being displayed. Words kept moving around at rapid speed, but soon enough, it all slowed down until only a single phrase was being displayed.
"The first event of the day will be an obstacle course!" Midnight said. "All eleven classes will enter a four-kilometer race around the outside of the stadium! The first forty-two people to complete the course will move on to the next event, and anything goes, so long as you stay on the course at all times!" Midnight directed everyone to a slowly opening gate to the outside, and within a few seconds, everyone was as bunched up together as Alexis said they would be.
When Midoriya turned to Alexis to try and see the kind of expression she was making, he saw her closing her eyes for a few seconds, and upon opening them, she snapped her fingers and pointed ahead of herself with a smile on her face. He didn't know what that was about, but of all the things Alexis did, that felt the most negligible.
Just ignore it, Izuku, Midoriya thought. This isn't about her, and this isn't about the Top Ten. This is about you and you, alone, so no matter what, you've got to give it your all!
"Ready! Begin!" A loud beep was synched with Midnight's shouting, and everyone charged through the gate. Or, rather, they attempted to charge through the gate, for when you had over two-hundred people all trying to run through the same space at the same time, it was only natural that everyone would end up in an utter mess and simply impede on each other's progress. In a situation like that, the only way that you could get anywhere in a timely manner was if you could fly.
Which, of course, Midoriya could, and was exactly what Midoriya was doing, much to the surprise of many.
"Hey, no fair! You can't just go ahead of us all like that!" someone shouted from down below.
"I mean, can't I?" Midoriya asked. A large number of people started shouting at him, and Midoriya took that as his cue to just fly away, which is exactly what he did.
"Ah, so you do know how to go ahead of the crowd! Not bad, Izuku! Not bad at all!" Alexis' voice was being artificially amplified once again, and when Midoriya turned around, he saw those jagged wings of purple light from earlier sprout out of the Upper Echelon and lift Alexis into the air.
It only took one second for Alexis to pass him in the air.
That was not the best way to start things off.
Alexis Lois Luthor's Statistics on U.A. High School's Students, Part 2
Eijiro Kirishima
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Makka Na Chikai" by Yoshiki Fukuyama
Power: 4/5
Speed: 3/5
Technique: 4/5
Intelligence: 3/5
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: 2/5
Wonder: 3/5
Mystery: 1/5
Entropy: ⅘
—The apparent epitome of manliness.
—A hardhead, in more ways than one.
—Had a seemingly innocuous encounter with a civilian in need of directions a year ago, but there might be more to that.
Mina Ashido
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Newsong" by Tacica
Power: 5/5
Speed: 5/5
Technique: 6/5
Intelligence: 1/5
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: 1/5
Wonder: 3/5
Mystery: 2/5
Entropy: ⅗
—A girl who manages to ooze good vibes, among other things, in spite of her horrible mutations.
—Comes off as something of a slacker or an idiot, but she actually hides a great deal of potential. She's still stupid, though.
—Had a seemingly innocuous encounter with a civilian in need of directions a year ago, but there might be more to that.
Kyoka Jirou
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Brand New World" by D-51
Power: 1/5
Speed: 3/5
Technique: 3/5
Intelligence: 3/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 3/5
Wonder: 5/5
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: 1/5
—Both the token goth chick and the token punk chick.
—Not sure how the pirate stuff fits into all of it, though. Must investigate further.
—Has a lot of patience if she can be friends with Minoru Mineta, of all people.
Tooru Hagakure
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Aozora no Rhapsody" by Fhana
Power: 3/5
Speed: 3/5
Technique: 5/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 2/5
Wonder: 2/5
Mystery: 2/5
Entropy: 2/5
—The eldest daughter of Doctor Light. Doesn't mean as much as one might think.
—Her placement in the Hero Course is a true middle finger to the idea of the entrance exam having some sort of bias.
—Has a lot of patience if she can be friends with Minoru Mineta, of all people.
Since I couldn't think of a good way to describe it, Alexis' bun is done up in the same way as Saber from Fate/stay night . Also, your eyes are not deceiving you. There is brand spankin' new cover art, courtesy of moon-dreewed on tumblr. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 34: TOURNAMENT ARC! (3): Not Much of a Show
Chapter Text
Midoriya had not expected Alexis to pass him in the air. He had expected a lot of things out of her throughout the entirety of the Sports Festival, but getting passed by her was not one of them. That was the power of whatever picotech was supposed to be, he supposed, and he didn't like it in the slightest, nor did he like the satisfied expression on Alexis' face as she ever so slightly beat him outside of the stadium.
"And look at that, folks! Just when we were all thinking that Midoriya would be the first one out, Alexis Luthor beats him to the front line! You better not let that girl get the best of you, Midoriya!" Present Mic shouted for all to hear.
"At least make an effort to be objective," Aizawa said.
"Hey, am I crazy, or does the Luthor girl have something wrapped around her?" Shazam asked. The comment made Midoriya take a closer look at Alexis, and there was something blue and elongated wrapped around Alexis. Something that was clearly less of a something and more of a someone.
"Mercy-san?" Mercy Graves just nodded in response to Midoriya.
"And in an unexpected turn of events, Mercy Graves of the Business Course has attached herself to Alexis!" Present Mic said.
"Is it really unexpected? I am her assistant, after all," Mercy said.
"And a pretty good one, at that," Alexis said. Midoriya didn't know a lot about Mercy, but the simple act was still enough to be troubling in his book. He did his best to ignore it, of course. There would be time to focus on it later in the day, but for now, there were far more direct matters that required his attention.
"Oh, and just when you think we're done with the surprises, Todoroki's shooting up towards Midoriya on a giant tower of ice!" Midoriya hadn't needed Present Mic's commentary for that one; he could feel the sudden drop in temperature run across the hairs on the back of his neck, and turning around only further confirmed the situation. Todoroki looked like he was ready to punch him the second he was close enough to do so, and even though Midoriya knew that that wouldn't have hurt him, he still didn't want Todoroki anywhere near him.
It was that sentiment that led to Midoriya shaving off the top part of his ice with his heat vision and sending both it and Todoroki falling toward the ground.
Sorry! You should be tough enough to deal with that, but still, sorry! Midoriya thought. If that was the end of it, Midoriya figured it would be easy enough to just keep going forward and try to outpace Alexis.
"Get back here you fucking bitch!" As if the universe was calling Midoriya an idiot for thinking he was allowed to want things to progress the easy way, it was now Bakugou who was shooting himself up into the air in his direction. General direction, anyway, as it appeared that Bakugou's target wasn't Midoriya, but Alexis.
"Oh? Ignoring Izuku to try and play with little ol' me? Katsuki, I'm flattered, I truly am," Alexis said as she turned around to face Bakugou, her flight now being supported by jets being fired out of the feet of the Upper Echelon; the wings clearly weren't necessary for flying, but knowing Alexis, she defaulted to them because they looked cooler.
"Shut your trap and die!" Katsuki kept to his charge and got within striking distance of Alexis. Mercy's body gave a small twitch, but Alexis waved a finger in front of her and she went stiff. An explosion was fired off at Alexis, but before it could reach her, she put out a hand, and from it came a large recreation of the LexCorp logo made of purple light.
"Oh, what's this? Alexis has some sort of defense ready for Bakugou!" Present Mic said. "I don't know what that is, but Bakugou, who I've always believed in, will definitely be able to break through it and do something about that arrogant little—And there's not even a scratch in it! Come on! Wait, hold on. Is that thing solid?"
"This is a little thing called hard light; the particles of a normal laser attack are hardened to give them solid mass and more power than a regular laser beam," Alexis said, amplifying her voice once more. "Honestly, it's nothing that special, just a natural evolution of the laser technology my grandfather liked to use in his own Warsuits. Ringing any bells for you, Wonder Woman?"
"Don't you think you have other things to worry about, Ms. Luthor?" Wonder Woman asked, the aforementioned "other things" being how Bakugou was still wailing away at Alexis' shield.
"Eh. Not really." The bottom end of the shield flipped up and smacked the underside of Bakugou's chin with enough force to send him into a spin. As the shield vanished into nothingness, Alexis pointed an arm at Bakugou and fired something from her wrist that hit him without fail.
It was a parachute. Alexis had shot a parachute onto Bakugou's person, and with a snap of her fingers, the parachute was deployed and sent him flying higher into the air. A camera captured an image of the top of the parachute and revealed that, unsurprisingly, the LexCorp logo was plastered on it.
"Available in your local army surplus store this summer! The strings are sturdy enough to hold massive amounts of weight, and the chute, itself, has programming installed to protect itself from damage, so once it's deployed, all that's left to do is gently float down to the ground. Thank you so much for helping with my demonstration, Katsuki!"
"Fuck you, Baldy!" Bakugou flipped Alexis off while trying to destroy the parachute she had forced upon him, but as she said, any and all attempts at destroying it failed completely.
"Well, that was fun. Let's get back to this, now." Alexis deactivated her jets and, with a single flap of her wings, passed Midoriya once more. Midoriya couldn't have that keep happening, so he pushed his body further than before until his flight was even with Alexis'. With Bakugou still in freefall and Todoroki doing whatever it was he was doing, Midoriya hoped even more so that he had nothing to worry about.
"And third time's the charm here, folks! Coming up behind Midoriya and Alexis this time is Class B's Pony Tsunotori!" Present Mic said. Midoriya turned his head to see Tsunotori flying in the air behind him and Alexis with four horns bunched together underneath her feet. Unlike with Todoroki and Bakugou, however, Tsunotori wasn't anywhere near them, so it appeared that he had little to worry about.
"I think we should pick up the pace a little, don't you?" Alexis asked him.
"Watashi wo mushi shina—Don't ignore me!" Tsunotori said.
"What was that, Pony? You'll have to speak louder! I can't hear you from all the way over there!"
"Kono—Well! You two won't be laughing at me for long,—"
"Why am I being roped into this?" Midoriya asked.
"—not when I shift into Maximum Overdrive! Ike!" The jets shooting out of Tsunotori's horns intensified and propelled her about a meter forward, still nowhere close to Midoriya and Alexis.
"Well, this is just embarrassing," Endeavor said.
"Agreed. Sure, she'll most likely finish with a high placement at this rate, but the fact that she's gone out of her way to try and compete with those two makes it rather bittersweet," Edgeshot said.
"The poor thing," Wonder Woman said with a bit of sadness in her voice.
"I knew I should have perfected the turbo," Tsunotori said with her own brand of sadness. With that, Alexis waved at Tsunotori before further increasing her speed and Midoriya went faster, as well, in an attempt to keep pace with her.
Okay, now that should really, really be it! Midoriya thought. As far as he was aware, no one else in his grade had means of getting up to his altitude, so there was no reason for everything to not be relatively smooth sailing from there.
No reason at all, save for the laser beam he suddenly found himself dodging. The laser was far too familiar for Midoriya's liking, and it barely took a second for him to confirm that it was indeed fired from one of the mini Starro robots controlled by the giant Starro robot he faced off against in the entrance exam. Along with another set on its left, a set on its right, and several more approaching behind it. Those were as annoying a sight as they were during the exam, and slightly less annoying was the sight of the normal robots down below on the ground.
"And here we are at the first obstacle: Alien Hominid! Coming off the heels of the entrance exam, we've got not only the regular ol' robots, but our big bad Starro bots, too! Sure, they're not as impressive as usual because the handsome devil who did their voiceover work is busy, but they'll still pack a punch!" Present Mic said.
"Hey, shouldn't you wait until there are more people over there than just the three of them?" Ryukyu asked.
"He would if he could, but he can't! You've gotta announce things as soon as someone gets to them, no matter how lame it is! I used to be a radio host, so I know all about that stuff," Shazam said.
"You certainly have a face made for radio, my man," Plastic Man said, Flexi transforming into a copy of Shazam's face.
"Haha, yeah! If you think this is bad," Shazam pointed at the trademark scars on his face, "you should have seen me when I was still a spry enough lad for the sock hop! Golly!" Midoriya could see Aizawa and Wonder Woman shaking their heads in near-unison as he dodged the laser attacks of the Starro robots. He knew that he couldn't afford to let the Starro robots slow him down, a sentiment that would be true even if the robots weren't designed in such an annoying fashion, so he threw his arms out and flew out ahead as fast as he could in order to hit the nearest robot as hard as he could, all of which was fortunately enough to tear through it like paper. The main robot fell to the ground in an explosion and its smaller drones were absorbed into it after powering down and going into a freefall.
"Not bad, not bad at all! I suppose someone of your caliber should be capable of at least that much!" Alexis said. "However, such a flimsy show of strength won't impress anyone worth impressing." A Starro robot had its drones fire on Alexis, but she flew around every beam that came toward her, the beams never getting anywhere near her. When she returned to unoccupied air, she threw an arm out and made five elongated blades of hard light appear out of it, each one as long as her. "This is how you get their blood pumping!" Before a Starro robot could get another shot off, all of the blades were fired off of her arm and hit the eyes of five different Starro robots, dead center. The ends of the blades shot out spindly lines of energy into the backs of the Starro robots; the lines spread around their bodies like veins and covered them in a matter of seconds, and once that happened, an explosion of purple light captured each of the Starro robots and their surrounding drones, the drones being completely destroyed and the Starro robots having varying percentages of themselves destroyed.
Much to Midoriya's chagrin, he could hear large portions of the crowd going wild.
"Aw, I wish they would have controlled themselves a little. Not even at the best part yet." Alexis flew past the Starro robots she had destroyed and fired large threads of hard light from the ends of her wings that tied themselves around the Starro robots in the midst of their freefall. With a flap of her wings, the Starro robots were swung upward for a moment before being flung into the ground below, directly in the path of the two-hundred or so people who were only just getting to the beginning of Alien Hominid.
As the robots exploded into smithereens, the crowd went wild once more, and Alexis smiled as she ate it all up.
"And boom! We were not looking for this! That little rapscallion Alexis just threw those Starro robots onto the other racers! What a rascal!" Present Mic said.
"I wish I never bought you that word-a-day calendar," Aizawa said.
"See, this is why we don't use giant robots to test applicants at Gotham Academy. Just regular-sized robots based off of the D.A.V.E. program to see how they deal with real crimes, nothing too fancy," Tim said.
"Hey, they're okay, right? I don't remember how good kids are at surviving explosions," Shazam said.
"If they've truly earned their place here, then they'll be plenty good at something as trivial as that," Endeavor said. Sure enough, a large number of people were able to brush off Alexis' attack at best and stumble through the destruction at worst.
"They're really letting something like that bother them? Bah! This whole generation makes me sick with their fragility," Ultimon spat. Midoriya did his best to ignore him before putting his all into keeping pace with Alexis, once more.
"And just like a central character in an action flick, not unlike the newest Big Science Action movie, coming this summer, Midoriya takes off without giving the explosion a single glance!" Present Mic said. "He pushes his ridiculous speed to the limit to try and keep up with Alexis' ridiculous speed, but—Wait, look! He's ahead by a head! His little spit curl is carving his path to victory! Alexis is gaining on him, so he better keep that pedal glued to the metal if he knows what's good for him! Oh! And just as I say that, they're at the second obstacle: The Fall!"
"A giant chasm students have to try and not fall into. Neat," Edgeshot said.
"Not really, considering that they're just flying over the whole thing," Tim said. "We did one of these at a Gotham Academy Sports Festival, but we also had pillars of fire shooting up at random intervals."
"The pillars of fire were vetoed mid-development. Not like it would have mattered with those two being able to fly the way they do," Aizawa said. Tim let out a sigh and sunk a bit into his seat.
"And going along with that whole general atmosphere, Midoriya and Alexis clear The Fall without even giving the obstacle we worked so hard on so much as a passing glance! And just as I say that, the two of them are barreling towards the final obstacle: Minefield! It's exactly as the name implies, and with them being able to just fly over it, it's completely useless! Thanks for making those late nights of planning completely worthless, kids! I really appreciate it!"
"Hizashi, please. It's not their fault, and you know it," Wonder Woman said in the motherly tone she was known to use with most Heroes.
"Yeah, yeah, but still—Wait, Alexis just took back the lead! That little—Nope, Midoriya's got it back! Now it's Alexis! Now it's Midoriya! Alexis! Midoriya! They're so neck and neck that you'd think they were joined at the hip, but no! It's two people giving all they've got to win, and that's what the Sports Festival is all about, folks! They're about to cross the finish line, and I'm getting excited, even if all of our stuff did go to waste, and—There it is! They crossed the finish line, and finishing in first place by a spit curl is—YES! It's Izuku Midoriya! Second place is Alexis Lois Luthor and third place Mercy Graves, but who cares? Midoriya won, everybody!"
And that was that.
"He did it! Our boy did it!" Rikiya spun around in his chair and laughed like a small child given their first Beebo doll. "I knew he'd do us proud, and the fact that he did it while overcoming a Luthor is just the icing on the cake!"
"Oh, speaking of cake—" Rikiya interrupted Geten by pointing him in the direction of the cakes, and he moved to grab three pieces for himself; Rikiya was glad he remembered to double down on the sweets. He'd probably go for some when he finished basking in his own happiness, but considering the size of it all, he started to think that it'd be better to just go for it now rather than wait who knew how long for his high to die down.
As such, Rikiya helped himself to a piece of cake while thinking about how happy he was to get a taste of what Izuku Midoriya could do.
"See? I told you that kid was something else, and there's the proof!" Rappa said, laughing as he pointed dramatically at the TV in front of him and the rest of the group.
"This is what you're using to defend your claim? He barely even beat that Luthor girl, so how good can he be?" Overhaul asked while delicately chewing a piece of rum ham.
"I believe it says more about the ingenuity of the Luthor girl than it does the lack of ability of the boy. Rappa does claim to have been bested in strength by him, after all," Tengai said.
"And it's not like we shouldn't have expected a Luthor to have a crazy-ass suit of armor for beating up the supes," Katsukame said.
"So long as we get to that part, this'll be a good day, the curly-haired boy's performance notwithstanding," Overhaul said, still nibbling on his rum ham. Rappa just shook his head and took a sip of his beer. He just didn't get it, but he couldn't blame him for that. Overhaul wasn't in the right place at the right time like he was, after all.
They'd all come around by the end of the day, though.
Big Brother had been shamed on live television. Sure, it wasn't the interloper who had done it, but the bald lady with a full head of hair who Big Brother often talked about, but the interloper did nothing to prevent it from happening; the only good thing about it was it being further proof of the interloper being a plague on society, but he still didn't enjoy it. He still didn't enjoy seeing Big Brother be made a fool of, and it was because of that that he wailed as loud as his tiny body would allow him to.
The Ace in the Hole found himself smiling. The others in his unit might not enjoy it, but seeing Izuku perform in such a way was an honest sight to behold. It would have been better for everyone if he was just a perpetual weakling, sure, but seeing him actually able to perform with a semblance of ability meant that there was an actual point to all of the effort they were going through.
It also meant that the Ace in the Hole might have a real fight if it ever came down to it, but personal reasons like that were best kept to himself.
"Ha ha, yeah! That's my boy!" Hisashi had long since given up on controlling his optimism. He wanted to save his excitement until the very end of it all, but seeing Izuku take first place was just too much to allow for that.
"And he did it by beating a Luthor, no less!" Stein said with a bit of a laugh.
"I know, right? I mean, we both know the statistics of Izuku's abilities, but it's not like the Luthor girl wasn't giving him a run for his money. Just from a cursory glance, it looks like the Upper Echelon is at least as powerful as the War Suit Lex Luthor used in World War III, probably even more so. She's clearly able to keep up with Izuku's top speeds to a degree that only has a negligible difference in velocity, so you know that she earned that near victory and it wasn't just my boy holding back out of kindness. That hard light energy of hers is an unknown variable, though. How does it compare to some of the lasers Lex Luthor could use, or Izuku's own heat vision? If only I could have some of these picomachines she says she invented so I could study their full capabilities and get a better understanding of what we're looking at, but there's obviously no way of making that happen. Ah, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall in LexCorp Japan and know everything she did to make something like—"
"Hisashi, I love your thought process, but you have to shut up," Stein interjected. Hisashi caught what he was doing and laughed at his own embarrassing state. Honestly, he wished that his son had inherited a less embarrassing trait of his than that, but all things considered, he should be happy that they had anything in common, it all.
It was a good thought, all things considered.
"You see that? I told you he was gonna win! I told you!" The girl shook the cloaked gentleman as she tried to pass on her feelings of excitement into him.
"It was a fifty-fifty chance that either he or Alexis would win, and you just happened to pick the winning one. Congratulations," said the cloaked gentleman, not even bothering to look at the girl.
"You're just mad that you called it wrong, you big ol' grumpy gus. No need to be a sore loser about it," the girl said, biting into another piece of headless mochi.
"Just because I would have preferred for Alexis to win doesn't mean that I expected her to. I know enough about Luthors to know that they aren't in the habit of winning when it counts."
"Is that right?" The girl raised an eyebrow at his comment. She wasn't exactly a history buff, not in regards to human history, at least, but she knew that after Lex Luthor decided to become a Hero, he and the rest of the Luthor family had a long history of success up until present day. To think that someone needed to do their homework even more than her. "So, Mister Totally Not Drowning In The Stench Of Defeat, why even bother watching the race if you already knew you were betting on the wrong horse?"
"To observe, you annoying little thing, you. The main objective here was to see just what kind of Luthor this Alexis girl is. So far, all I'm getting out of her is that she's an arrogant brat always looking for a chance to loudly stroke her ego in public and make sure everyone watches."
"Yeah, pretty much." The cloaked gentleman then had a smile poking through his hood as he said, "That's exactly what I was hoping for." The two of them clearly had opposite investments in the Sports Festival, but she was well aware of what people said about opposites, so they'd probably have fun together.
If not, she could always stab his carotid, so at the very least, she would be having fun in some way.
With Midoriya making his way back to the stadium after an arduous three minutes, he flew down to the ground and took a long sigh. Years of watching the Sports Festival on TV meant that he already knew the first event would most likely be some form of physical activity, so he figured that there would be little reason to stress out over it, yet here he was, doing just that. And standing just a few meters away from him was the source of his stress, giving him a sarcastic slow clap to make it all sink in.
"I swear, Izuku, this clapping is far less sarcastic than it sounds," Alexis said, moments before her clapping came to an end. "I expected something like this to happen, so I can't be too upset over it, but—Mercy, feel free to get off of me at any time."
"Right," Mercy said, doing just that.
"Where was I? Right, I expected something like this to happen, so I can't be too upset over it, but I must say, it was a closer match than I thought it would be. If this is what I have to look forward to going forward, I don't think I will be all too disappointed."
"Glad to be of service, I guess," Midoriya said, not exactly sure what else he could say on the matter.
"Come on, you can at least try to sound more excited about it. This is high praise coming from me, you know." That was hardly the issue at hand, as far as Midoriya was concerned.
"By the way, what are we supposed to do now?" Mercy asked Midnight.
"I guess you just stand here until the race is finished," Midnight said, triggering an exaggerated eye roll from Mercy. "I'm so sorry we don't have any games for you all to play while you wait. Really, it's our fault for not expecting anyone to finish within the first five minutes."
"Well, you've owned up to your mistakes, and that's always the first step." Midnight lifted her wand as if she were about to cast a spell, but then she lowered it and walked back to the center of the arena, muttering something about there being too many witnesses under her breath.
"Well, it looks like it's going to be a while, so we might as well get cozy," Alexis said. The back of the Upper Echelon opened up and out flew a blanket decorated with Madoka Magica illustrations that landed on the ground perfectly straight. "Mercy, snacks."
"Right away." Mercy nodded and took off out of the stadium; Midnight started yelling at her not to leave, but either because there was no rule about her leaving or she just didn't care about it, Mercy made her way out.
"Did you want anything? Should I text Mercy to get you something?" Midoriya shook his head. "If you say so. Still, come on and pop a squat, as they say."
"I don't think that's something people still—Forget it." Midoriya, sensing that it would be a losing battle, sat down on the blanket as far away from Alexis as he could without being completely rude.
"That's a good boy," Alexis said with a smile. "Who do you think is gonna claw their way up to fourth place?"
"I don't know, probably Kacchan or Todoroki-kun."
"Oh, such bias. I'm almost glad you're sitting so far away from me." Midoriya could almost feel how hard Alexis was rolling her eyes. "Katsuki and Shouto certainly have ability, but I feel that there are people who just might be more equipped to handle this event than them. Not necessarily because they're more powerful or competent, just that they lucked into means and methods that would allow them to finish faster than others."
"And just like that, folks, we have our fourth place winner! She's not finishing nearly as fast or as flashy as Midoriya and Alexis, but here's Pony Tsunotori, everyone!" Present Mic's announcement told Midoriya that he had apparently been ignoring more of the competition than he had thought, and both on the jumbotron and in the actual air was Tsunotori, coming in for a landing on a pair of her horns.
"Yatta ne, watashi. Not like anyone cares," Tsunotori said as her horns vanished beneath her feet. Tsunotori didn't appear happy at all to have finished the race, and as one of the people responsible for souring her performance, he couldn't blame her for it.
"Tsunotori-san, I know it might sound kind of cheap, but congra—" Midoriya abruptly stopped talking when he saw the back of Tsunotori's uniform bulging out like a giant pimple of some sort.
"Eh? Nani? Nanda kore? Senaka ga!" A slew of random English of that nature kept flying out of Tsunotori's mouth as she wrestled with whatever it was that was inside of her jersey. The weird whatever it was eventually made its way upward through the neck hole of Tsunotori's shirt and revealed itself to be, of all things, the floating face of a sharp-toothed girl.
"Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" the floating face said with a cheer.
"See, this? This is what I'm talking about with power and competence not being a deal-breaker," Alexis said in a whisper.
"Tokage-san, why were you in my shirt? And where's the rest of your body?" Tsunotori asked as she fixed her clothes.
"Hey, it was the easiest way to finish the race without having to put in a lot of work; horses are supposed to give people rides, so don't get mad at me," Tokage said. "As for my body, I don't know where exactly it is, but we can probably find that out. Midnight, can we find the rest of me on the jumbotron?"
"Probably," Midnight said. The jumbotron bounced around from various images until it stopped on that of a faceless girl running through the obstacle course. The sight of her was freaking out other competitors, and Midoriya perfectly understood that.
"Does that even count?" Midoriya asked.
"Of course, it does!" Tokage said. "Wait, shit, I don't actually know. Does it count?"
"Well, the rule is that you have to cross the finish line to complete the race, but we never said how much of you has to cross it, so this is a legal move. Fifth place goes to Setsuna Tokage of Class B!"
"Booyah!" Tokage's cheering was in tandem with the rest of the crowd. "In your face, you showboating punk!"
"I-I wasn't—" Tokage's face flew off and kept singing her own praises before Midoriya could get a word in edgewise.
"Don't be too upset with Setsuna's behavior; she's just excited to have something she can tell herself is proof that she's earned her place here," Alexis said, still sitting on her blanket. "Want to know what I mean?"
"I don't think that's any of my—"
"Setsuna Tokage is one of the students who got in on recommendation, but she only scored fifth place, and the only reason she managed to get in is that one of the four people above her withdrew their application. Pretty clear that she's developed a bit of an inferiority complex over the whole thing. Pretty clear, and pretty sad." Alexis stopped talking after that and Midoriya was left alone with his thoughts. Hearing that Tokage had gotten in on recommendation was a bit surprising to hear, considering how her power didn't seem anywhere near the same level as Yaoyorozu and Todoroki's Quirks, but he knew better than to judge a book by its cover.
"Wait, how do you even know all of—" Before Midoriya could finish, Mercy had returned with a large assortment of food in styrofoam containers, several being balanced atop her head, and Alexis started digging into it all with a jovial expression on her face. That appeared to be the end of the conversation, and as much as he wanted an answer, he wasn't willing to go looking for it.
Several minutes before Izuku Midoriya was startled by a floating face, Bakugou screamed to high heaven as he untangled himself from Alexis' parachute. It wasn't nearly the worst humiliation he had suffered in his life, but the fact that it was the most recent, and was initiated by someone he couldn't stand for the life of him, was what made it so unbearable.
"That fucking bald bitch, and that fucking Deku, too! They're not getting away with this!" Bakugou said before tossing the parachute into the face of a random passerby.
"Let it go, man, it's too late!" Kirishima said, annoyingly stopping to chat with him. "You can't catch them, they have the high ground!"
"Fuck the high ground!"
"Just pay attention to the low ground; that's what I'm gonna do to beat you both!" That was said by Ashido, who was using her acid powers to skate past them and through the rest of the crowd.
"Okay, I gotta keep going, you do what you want!" Kirishima said before taking off after Ashido. Idiots, the both of them. Worse than them, but still not as bad as Midoriya and Alexis, was Todoroki's quick recovery from his own humiliation as he raced through the course.
"Losing to Deku and Baldy is one thing, but like hell, I'm letting Two-Face get the jump on me!" Bakugou said, the sight and thought of it all making him sick. He didn't need to be sick, he just needed to win, and with explosions shooting out of his hands, win he would.
The announcement of Midoriya, Alexis, and Alexis' butler or whatever she was finishing the race deterred him for a bit, but he would overcome it all in the end.
The competition had not gone the way Tokoyami had predicted it would go in the slightest. He hadn't expected to win, mostly because he didn't want to win with how much it would cost him, but he didn't expect the competition to be so one-sided in the favor of others. Midoriya taking first was obvious, as was Alexis taking second the instant she showed up in that suit of armor, but now the Tsunotori girl was on her way to taking fourth. Add in the return of the Starro bots, Alexis even throwing one on top of all of them, and it was all devolving into a horrid mess.
As Tokoyami crawled out of the wreckage of the Starro bot Alexis threw on top of them all and caught sight of the chaos that had erupted from people coming into Alien Hominid, it had become clear that he was going to need to try harder to make an impact on anything, which meant he had to do something he was hoping to do as little as possible that day.
"Imykst!" With a mighty shout, Dark Shadow was summoned from the confines of his world through Tokoyami's stomach, signaling his arrival with the trumpeting of a bugle horn. He did not approve of that.
"Not too shabby, eh? I can play other stuff, if you want," Dark Shadow said. The bugle transformed into a series of different instruments such as a saxophone, an oboe, a theremin, and even a blade of grass pressed against his beak and blown like a whistle.
"Knock it off, you," Tokoyami said. Dark Shadow threw the blade of grass aside and let it be carried in the wind, eventually slicing through several robots as if it were a powerful sword.
"So, what do you need, Fumi? Gonna take the easy route and just wish yourself to the finish line? You could also just make yourself the winner. Have to mess around with time a bit to make that work, but that always goes well, right?"
"No, don't even think about it!" Tokoyami's shout made Dark Shadow summon a wig to his head just so it could be blown off in comedic fashion. "Do not even joke about messing with the fabric of time when we both know what sort of price I would have to pay for that!"
"Meh." If only it were possible to hurt this thing.
"As for going straight to the finish line, I don't wish to do that, either. I don't believe that there would be any merit in winning without having to put in any effort."
"So you're gonna be lame about everything. Got it." Oh, how he wished he could hurt this thing. "What are we doing, then?"
"I simply wish for the means to get to the finish line faster than other people."
"Righty-o, bossman!" Dark Shadow flew off into the distance, leaving behind only a cloud of smoke in his silhouette. Tokoyami just stood there for about a minute, Tsunotori and some other girl taking fourth and fifth place in the meanwhile, and there was no sign of Dark Shadow anywhere. Some robots were surrounding him, ready to attack him in his defenseless state, but he could accept that under the perceived notion that he was finally free of that fool.
Tokoyami should have known better than to dream a fool's dream, for at that moment, Dark Shadow reappeared in a red convertible and ran over all of the robots surrounding Tokoyami. Music was blaring out of the speakers, and when Dark Shadow honked the horn, La Cucaracha was what played.
Once again, Tokoyami wanted to strike him.
"Get in, loser, we're racing," Dark Shadow said, honking the horn again for another round of La Cucaracha.
"If I must," Tokoyami said. He got in the car next to Dark Shadow, and with that, Dark Shadow drove off down the course, every robot they encountered, even a Starro bot or two, exploding upon contact.
"And with the help of his Genie pal, Tokoyami's making his way through the course with style!" Present Mic said for all to hear.
"Huh. I can't remember the last time I saw a Genie; most of them went back to their own world after the Heroes Association was fully established, saying that we were making everything boring," Wonder Woman said. "This Fumikage kid, he's not like Johnny, right? Not that there was anything wrong with Johnny, he was a great kid, valued member of the Justice Society, but still—"
"Tokoyami's not an idiot if that's what you're asking," Aizawa said.
"Your words, not mine. Then again, it's going to take some major brain power to get a car over a giant chasm."
"What is she—" Tokoyami stopped talking as The Fall came into view. He had forgotten that the second obstacle was crossing a giant pit, and the thin tightropes stretching out from one end to another would do nothing to support a car. He didn't think he would fall into the pit, that was the furthest thing from his mind, but what concerned him was what sort of ridiculous thing Dark Shadow would do to keep him from dying. He'd probably summon a giant trampoline to bounce him over the pit, put a face on a cloud to make it blow a gust of wind to propel them over it, summon a giant-sized Wayne Gretzky to slap them across with a giant hockey stick, the stupider an idea it was, the likelier it was that Dark Shadow would go with it.
Much to Tokoyami's surprise, however, all that happened was that the car floated over the pit, and it stayed afloat as they entered the Minefield. That was fine on the surface, but it brought its own set of issues with it.
"Dark Shadow, was this vehicle always capable of flight?" Tokoyami asked.
"Yeah, probably. Why do you ask?" Dark Shadow asked.
"Why do I—Bakugou and Todoroki are very close to us! Either one of them could have easily passed us, but that would not have been an issue if we were flying the entire time, so why weren't we? Explain yourself!"
"You didn't ask if the car could fly."
"Why would I assume that it could?" Dark Shadow simply shrugged, but credit where credit was due, Tokoyami should have known better than to not assume anything after everything they had been through. "By the way, this music—"
"It's Britney, bitch." It was not Britney.
And with that, Fumikage Tokoyami took sixth place.
While not everyone was able to have a tremendous finish like the first six finishers, everyone made their own efforts to complete the race that took full advantage of their own abilities. Ochaco Uraraka, for example, used her Metahuman abilities to make robots float into the air before dropping them, and even to make herself float up to dodge attacks; at one point, she overexerted herself and went into freefall; she was caught by Itsuka Kendou, but she was then thrown back aways because their friendship did not take priority over the race.
Momo Yaoyorozu used her Quirk to create things such as cannons, cannons, and even bigger cannons to destroy robots as she made her way along the course.
Kinoko Komori summoned giant mushrooms for her to bounce across while making sure the cameras always got a good look at her face. That ended up working against her when she became too distracted to properly angle herself and flung herself face-first into the dirt. At that point, she called forth a Mega Shroom Buddy to carry her through the rest of the course.
Mei Hatsume, once she arrived at The Fall, took advantage of the perks of being in the Support Department to fire a grappling hook from her belt across the pit. When that ended up being too slow to accomplish anything, a pair of rockets popped out of her back and she was propelled forward at a far faster speed; she went so fast that she fell into a landmine, but she survived the explosion with minimal wear and tear, so it was fine.
And then there were Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki, getting by through no tricks, no fancy moves, just using their abilities to their fullest to bring themselves through the course.
"Bakugou and Todoroki lead the charge of the ninety-nine percent finally entering the Minefield! They've been neck and neck ever since Midoriya and Alexis left them in the dust, and at the final obstacle, it's still either one of their games! Oh, but what's this? Todoroki looks like he's—Yes, he's taking the lead!"
Bakugou hated every single word coming out of Present Mic's mouth. He hated every single word because he couldn't stand how he was right about everything. The two of them had been dead even for most of the race, but now, at the last obstacle, Todoroki suddenly gained a second or third wind and kept pulling ahead of him. No matter how much he went at him, he'd always retake the lead. He didn't understand where the energy and ferocity were coming from, almost as if something completely new was driving him that day compared to the other times he'd seen him fight.
Can't let Two-Face get the best of me, not after all of this! Bakugou thought. Todoroki dodged one of Bakugou's explosions, and Bakugou, in turn, jumped out of the way of his ice. There are mines everywhere, bet I can use them like my Die Die Discuses to shoot myself past him and get done with this.
"Having trouble keeping up?" Todoroki asked, sending out another wave of ice that Bakugou dodged. "I guess you're not as great as you think you are when you don't have your little toys helping you."
Well, fuck that idea, then. It would have been easy enough to use the mines in the same manner as the Die Die Discuses, but then Todoroki had to open his mouth. He just had to make what he thought was a smart remark and act like Bakugou couldn't beat him under his own power. The nerve of him. The nerve of him to act like he wasn't good enough as he was. No one had the right to say that, and there was nothing to even hint at him being an exception. He was better than him, better than everyone around him, and if there was ever a time to prove that, now was the time.
"Eat shit, Two-Face!" With as eloquent a reply as he could muster, Bakugou jumped ahead of Todoroki as he had done multiple times throughout the race, but he didn't even give him a chance to take the lead back. Instead, he reached down into all of the energy he was conserving for later in the day and pulled out just enough of it to blast himself far away from Todoroki. He was so caught off guard that he didn't have time to throw out any ice before Bakugou was too far away for it to matter, and before Bakugou knew it, he had flown clear past the finish line and skidded across the dirt, face-first.
"Not the most graceful finish, but he's done it! Katsuki Bakugou earns seventh place!" Present Mic shouted. "He finished in the top ten to get into U.A., and he finishes in the top ten, here! You gotta respect the consistency here, folks!"
Fuck off, Bakugou thought. A mouthful of dirt was spat out as he got back on his feet, and more dirt was brushed off of his face in a single swipe of the hand. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was his victory, nonetheless. Out ahead of him, Midoriya had an unnecessarily happy look on his face, and Alexis was applauding him as she gave him a fake smile, so it went without saying that he flipped them off.
Bakugou hoped that Dexter was watching and feeling proud of him, for that would surely make his day.
After Bakugou completed the course, Shouto Todoroki soon made his way past the finish line to earn himself eighth place. Not long after him, Ibara Shiozaki and Juzo Honenuki of Class B claimed ninth and tenth place, respectively. The following is the rest of the rankings for the first event of the Sports Festival:
Tenya Iida
Mina Ashido
Eijiro Kirishima
Sero Hanta
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu
Mashirao Ojiro
Kinoko Komori
Yosetsu Awase
Tsuyu Asui
Shouji Mezou
Itsuka Kendou
Momo Yaoyorozu
Minoru Mineta
Koji Koda
Kyoka Jirou
Sen Kaibara
Kosei Tsuburaba
Denki Kaminari
Kojiro Bondo
Ochaco Uraraka
Reiko Yanagi
Hitoshi Shinsou
Rikido Sato
Jurota Shishida
Shihai Kuroiro
Yui Kodai
Hiryu Rin
Nirengeki Shoda
Togaru Kamakiri
Neito Monoma
Manga Fukidashi
Mei Hatsume
With the obstacle course finished, everyone fell into a bit of reverie as they were given a small reprieve before the second event was set to begin. Midoriya watched his friends, associates, and people he didn't know very well milling about in various ways: Kirishima and Ashido were congratulating each other about how well the other person performed and Bakugou, who just happened to be standing nearby, was yelling at them to stop talking; Iida and Komori were having a bombastic conversation debating how well Komori may or may not have shone in front of the audience; Jirou was consoling an assumingly tearful Hagakure as she vented about her and Aoyama being the only ones in their class to not make it to the second event; Tokage was reattaching her face to her body to the disgust of many; and Mineta was being glared at by Yaoyorozu for reasons that were probably justified.
"Like I keep saying, it was nothing personal! I just needed someone, anyone to latch onto so things would be easier for me! Did I enjoy being pressed against your back? Yes, obviously, but that's not the point!"
"Then why even bring it up?" Yaoyorozu asked.
"As a compliment?" Tsuyu wrapped her tongue around Mineta and slammed him into the ground.
"Yaoyorozu-san, Asui-san, please, he was really just trying to finish the race. Mostly. You've already hit him, so maybe we just move on and forget about it." Midoriya was doing his best to diffuse the situation Mineta had gotten himself into, and when Tsuyu released him from her grasp, he saw himself as successful.
"I'm at least willing to drop the issue. For now. Do not give me a reason to bring it back up, Mineta-san," Yaoyorozu said. Mineta seemed more than pleased with it all.
"Hey, Midoriya, if you're on a peacekeeping binge right now, try and work that magic with me and Ochaco," Kendou said.
"You threw me into a pack of robots that tried to destroy me!" Uraraka said with a pout.
"It wasn't personal. Besides, I caught you when you were falling, remember?"
"Yes, and then you threw me to the mechanical wolves!"
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? You want me to buy you something to eat later?" Midoriya tried to jump in with a comment, but Kendou beat him to it.
"I want ramen. And natto. And a carton of eggs. And some bacon. And a box of Wonder O's." Uraraka listed all of that off as she moved her fingers about in a count.
"Are you just asking me to buy you groceries?"
"And some toilet paper, too." Kendou rolled her eyes, but not in a way that suggested she wasn't going to just go along with it all, and it appeared that Midoriya's services weren't needed, after all.
"Gomen ne—Sorry, guys!" Midoriya turned his attention a bit to Tsunotori addressing her classmates. "I tried super hard to win, but even Maximum Overdrive was no match for those two monsters!"
"Don't feel bad, Tsunotori-san. You may be the class president, but that doesn't mean you need a complete victory to make us appear strong," said a blonde-haired boy in an arrogant tone who Midoriya recognized from the commentary as Neito Monoma. "Besides, we should just be happy that our entire class managed to make it through. I can't even begin to imagine how embarrassing it would be if even one of our classmates didn't make it through. Good thing we'll never know what that's like, but Class A, do you think you could enlighten us?" It was then that Midoriya remembered some of the less than flattering things Tsunotori and Kodai had told them about Monoma in class; seeing and hearing it was a different story, of course.
"I'll enlighten your ass if you don't shut up!" Bakugou shouted.
"By all means, go ahead. I'm not stopping you," Jirou said with a scowl.
"What, you're that upset over me just laying out the truth? You people must have a lot of fun on the internet." Monoma punctuated his statement with a bit of laughter. Jirou muttered obscenities under her breath and Bakugou had to be held back by Kirishima and Ashido to keep him from charging over to Monoma.
"What a jerk. Someone oughta smack some sense into him," Kendou said.
"What a jerk. Someone oughta smack some sense into him." That was the conclusion Stephanie came to as she, Cassandra, and the rest of her friends observed the behavior of one of Pony's classmates from the stands.
"What a lamebrain, right? Can't believe our poor Pony's had to put up with someone like that all by herself," Maps said.
"Reminds me of Lydecker, and we all know nothing good came out of that. ...Yes, you're the exception, that goes without saying," Olive said, her last statement directed to the ghost of Amity Arkham whom only she could see.
"Well, at least the rest of her class only seem intense, at worst. She's also friends with Midoriya and that super schway chicken legs Ashido, so that's good," Stephanie said.
"Yes, very good," Cassandra said between bites of a large serving of cotton candy in the shape of All Might. "The rest of their class is nice, too."
"Except that sparkly kid, Aoyama or whatever. Guy's a total weirdo," Pomeline said.
"Everyone here is a weirdo, Pom-Pom, and you only don't like him because he pretends to be French," Maps said.
"And as someone who actually is French, I have every right to feel that way."
"You're barely even French, though," Olive said.
"French enough to know a faker when I see one. Not like that's the only thing that makes him a weirdo, anyway." After having met him and compared him to the rest of the class, Stephanie couldn't argue with that.
"Well, let's just hope Pony has a better time in the second event," Stephanie said. The statement hung in the air for a moment before Stephanie turned to Cassandra and asked, "Hey, isn't your brother in charge of the second event?"
"Yep," Cassandra said.
"Oh, they're so dusted." Cassandra nodded as she tossed a cotton candy bicep into her mouth. With that, Stephanie more or less stopped thinking about whatever sort of torment everyone was in for.
"The first event took a little while to get going, but I think we can all agree that it picked up steam as things kept going! I'm still getting shivers and quivers just thinking about it, how about all of you?" Midnight held her microphone out toward the crowd, and they all cheered in response to her largely inappropriate commentary. "Now, let's see what the second event will be! I already know it, but I bet the suspense is killing all of you!" All eyes fell on one of the jumbotrons, the virtual roulette spinning around once more. Words kept moving around at rapid speed, but soon enough, it all slowed down until only a single phrase was being displayed. "And here it is: bo-taoshi!"
"Bo-taoshi? Nani sore—I mean, what's that?" Tsunotori asked, Midoriya noting her as being the only one of the forty-two contestants to be confused.
"Bo-taoshi is a sport traditionally reserved for the National Defense Academy of Japan," said Alexis, of all people. "Each team has one of their players clinging to a large pole, and you win if you manage to bring the pole down to the ground."
Wow, I'm surprised she knows something like that, Midoriya thought.
"It was featured in a pretty exciting arc of Assassination Classroom, in case you didn't know."
And there it is.
"How is this going to work, though? Are we being split into two teams of twenty-one?" Midoriya asked.
"The game is traditionally played with seventy-five people per team, so that's a rather large discrepancy, right there," Iida said.
"There's no need to worry about the team divisions." Tim Drake's voice echoing through the loudspeakers cut through the numerous discussions being had. "I assume that you're all doing that; I'm all the way up here, so I can't actually hear what you're talking about. Anyway, for the Bo-Taoshi event, all forty-two of you shall be playing on a single team against a team of individuals specially prepared for the event by me, and assuming that you are all victorious, only ten people will be eliminated in this event." With that, everyone fell into an uproar.
"Thirty-two people are going to the third event? Oh my God, what a relief!" Uraraka said with a smile.
"Right? We can probably pass just by doing nothing!" Ashido said.
"No way, it can't be that easy," Midoriya said. "Besides, who are we supposed to be fighting? Students from Gotham Academy? That could be why Cassandra-san and her friends are here, but I don't think they'd be sitting in the stand if that were the case? Some of his staff, or even other Heroes from the states? No, even with these circumstances, that doesn't seem like something that would be done."
As Midoriya kept pondering who was going to be their opponents, music started playing throughout the stadium, silencing everyone with how unusually upbeat and festive it was for the circumstances at hand. Underneath the music was what sounded like rhythmic clapping and stomping that kept getting louder and louder, which told Midoriya one utterly ridiculous thing: people were dancing towards them.
No, it wasn't people, that much was evident when they finally came into view from the opposite entrance of the stadium. It was robots. Blue robots, each standing at two meters in height with large fins on their heads and a single red eye in the center of their faces, were making their way into the stadium single-file via an elaborate dance routine. Once in full view, they all scattered about and went into far more elaborate choreography, jumping about and bending their bodies as if they were in one of the Music Meister's productions.
"Big Finish!" One of the robots shouted that—lack of mouth aside—as loud as it could, and all of the other robots got together in a line. The metal on their backs shifted around to resemble cannons, and from them, fireworks were launched into the air that exploded into a massive array of color and sound.
"Interesting," Alexis said, smirking as she held a can of Congorilla Cola in one hand. She decided to finally stand up, so she must have been telling the truth.
"We did it!"
"Yay us!"
"Happy day for all!" All of the robots kept patting themselves on the back like that, even as Midoriya and everyone else just stood there, dumbfounded.
"Hey. All of you. Be happy for us, too. Now." One of the robots dropped the goofy tone they all spoke with to address the contestants in a chilling monotone that nearly made Midoriya take a step back.
"Y-Yeah! Bravo! Good job!" Mineta said, offering an awkward cheer and applause as dressing. Other people followed suit, creating an atmosphere that was outright offensive with how fake it was.
"Yay! Thank you! Thank you!" The robots didn't seem to notice, though, for they all cheered for it in the same jolly tone they all spoke in.
"Wowzers, Mr. Drake, where'd you get these guys from? Some kinda robot circus?" Shazam asked.
"Would have been a lot less hours away from Tamara if I did," Tim said. "No, these are the kids' opponents for the Bo-Taoshi. The latest in nanotechnology, the adaptability of the D.A.V.E. program being pushed to its absolute limits, a unified artificial intelligence that allows for maximum efficiency, I present to you all the Omni Mind and Community! Or 'O.M.A.C.', for short."
"We are O.M.A.C.! We are everyone's buddy!" The O.M.A.C.s all shouted that one by one, all of them sounding like children. Like giant, metal children that could turn their bodies into cannons, which was more common than one might think.
"So why, exactly, do these things exist?" Endeavor asked.
"For the sake of the community, of course," Tim said. "Even with the world being in a state of relative peace, there are still many areas around the world where people suffer from crime and natural disasters and the like. All of this could easily be prevented, but the areas these people live in are small and low profile, so only Heroes who aren't the most capable get posted to them, if a Hero even gets sent there, at all. The O.M.A.C.s will be sent to these underprivileged areas to provide the support that these people need, but otherwise aren't being provided."
"Hey, not a bad idea. Can I get one of those just for being lazy?" Plastic Man asked. Flexi morphed into a large "X" and let out a buzzing sound.
"So, what, are you using the kids as guinea pigs, then? Not that I'm complaining; it makes sense to me," Aizawa said.
"That's exactly right. Their AI still has some kinks to work out, you see; I did not tell them to dance like that, for example," Tim said. "The O.M.A.C.s are all linked together across a single network, so there's always a risk of their thought processes getting overloaded. Maybe I could use a satellite to take some of the stress off of them? I don't know, but I want to test how well they're able to perform in a combat scenario as they are now, and that's where the proud student body of U.A. comes in."
"You're welcome!" The O.M.A.C.s all shouted that one by one. Midoriya was feeling a lot of things at the moment, but pride wasn't one of them.
"So our kids against a bunch of crazy robots, eh? As much as I love a good robot rumble, what happens if they lose?" Present Mic asked. At last, someone was asking the important question. Tim Drake was saying that all forty-two of them would go up against his O.M.A.C.s, but considering that they were inventions of Tim Drake, it wasn't a stretch to think that they could lose, but the point of the Sports Festival was for the students to show off, not some random machines. The entire thing could be a simple judgment of their overall abilities, but he couldn't imagine what sort of penalty they would get if they lost.
"If they lose to my O.M.A.C.s? Well, if that happens, then I guess we all get to go home early." The words rolled out of Tim Drake's mouth like the dice of a seasoned gambler and hung in the air with an unamused loftiness. It was all so sudden that it took Midoriya a moment and a half to process it all, and by the time he did, everyone was already screaming.
"Ha! Didn't know you yanks were even capable of being so bold! Almost makes you even a little bit tolerable!" Ultimon said, sounding happy for the first time that day. No one appeared happy to hear that, however.
"Tim, don't you think that might be just a little extreme?" Wonder Woman asked, a sense of concern present in her tone.
"Why would I? This is supposed to be the best school in the world, so they should be able to handle it," Tim said.
"They're still just children! You don't need to go so hard on them!" At that, Tim glared, of all things, at Wonder Woman, of all people, before turning back to the stadium and sighing.
"This is what bothers me so much about this generation. Everyone acts like things are so much better than they were back in my day, but that's only because it's become so commonplace to not allow anyone to take any risks. You all act like my generation was this utterly rotten time to live in and that the current one is so much more capable, but so many of you are unwilling to let them take on even a fraction of the dangers I felt. Why? Because they're all children? Give me a break. They're not training to become bakers or accountants or anything else like that. They're training to become Heroes, the most dangerous job this world's known for over a century, and you can't be good at that if you spend your entire life being coddled, yet here we are. Even my own city isn't safe from this, with people still acting like Batman is recruiting child soldiers and forcing them to do things they don't want to do just because Batgirl and Spoiler started off so young. It's certifiably insane, is what it is. What's worse is that I'm always brought up in defense of this attitude, but you think being babied would have made that day not happen?"
At some point, Tim had started scratching the back of his neck, and he only stopped when Wonder Woman grabbed his wrist.
"Sorry, sorry everyone. I got a little lost in my head there." Wonder Woman let him go, and Ultimon laughed at the entire exchange. "The point here is that if the children of today are as capable as people make them out to be, then they should have no problem dealing with the toys of a child of yesterday, like myself. Well, what do you kids say?"
"What do you say?" All of the O.M.A.C.s asked that in a lifeless monotone, as if they needed to sell the rhetorical nature of the question even further. Their singular red eyes had a dark shine to them, a whirring sound emanated from their bodies, and in the middle of all of that, Midoriya watched Alexis close her eyes for a few seconds, open them up again, snap her fingers and point ahead of herself with a smile on her face.
It was clear that nothing good was going to come of any of this, and there was nothing any of them could do about it.
Alexis Lois Luthor's Statistics on U.A. High School's Students, Part 3
Minoru Mineta
(Self-Prescribed) Theme Song: "Chichi wo Moge" by Hiroki Takashi
Power: ⅖
Speed: ⅖
Technique: ⅘
Intelligence: 5/5
Cooperativeness: ⅘
Wisdom: ⅕
Wonder: ⅖
Mystery: ⅕
Entropy: ⅕
—The self-proclaimed unofficial sixth member of the Monstars, but he's really Izuku's glorified hype man.
—Has been involved with the Body Improvement Club since the beginning of the semester with minimal results.
—If he put half as much effort into his training that he did into his perversions, he'd be invincible.
Denki Kaminari
(Self-Proclaimed) Theme Song: "BRAVING!" by KANAN
Power: 3/5
Speed: 3/5
Technique: ⅘
Intelligence: 1/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 2/5
Wonder: ⅖
Mystery: ⅕
Entropy: ⅗
—Surprisingly competent, considering his lack of intelligence.
—The lesser of two perverts compared to Minoru, so I'm least likely to have Mercy assault him.
—Wants to emulate Static, but he's a long way away from that.
Tsuyu Asui
(Self-Proclaimed) Theme Song: "Baton Road" by Kana-Boon
Power: 1/5
Speed: 3/5
Technique: ⅘
Intelligence: 4/5
Cooperativeness: 5/5
Wisdom: 3/5
Wonder: ⅖
Mystery: 4/5
Entropy: ⅖
—Her friends get to call her by her first name. She doesn't like it when I do it. Shame.
—By some strange coincidence, Tsuyu is a Metahuman with frog-based powers in a family of people with scorpion-based Quirks and is best friends with a girl named Mongoose who's half-Naga. Life is strange like that.
—Some frogs can do things like glide or break their bones to make claws. It'd be neat if she could do that, one day.
Fumikage Tokoyami
(Self-Proclaimed) Theme Song: "CROW's SKY" by Shuhei Kita
Power: 6/5
Speed: 3/5
Technique: 2/5
Intelligence: 3/5
Cooperativeness: 4/5
Wisdom: 3/5
Wonder: 4/5
Mystery: 5/5
Entropy: 6/5
—Part chuuni, part genie master, all weirdo.
—Might be the strongest kid in school thanks to Dark Shadow/Tskymi, but he doesn't want anything to do with him. The Badhnisia Incident nearly a decade prior likely has something to do with that.
—The references Dark Shadow makes are always hilarious.
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