Where the Wind Blows

by Black_Foxglove

Summary:

When the Hero commission requested help against the LOV, they were met with silence.

Unbeknowest to them the nation of Teyvat, has finally received their call. Guilty over their lack of action, the strongest pro heroes - the archons - decide to lend their aid in teaching the young students of UA in an apology of sorts.

But something lies under the surface. No one is what they seem and even the nicest people have their own intentions.

Notes:

This idea has been stuck in my head for the last few weeks, and I needed to get it out.

This is my first crossover, so I hope you enjoy 😉

Chapter 1

He zoned out, acutely aware of what Nahida was telling him, all he knew was that he was being dragged here to help something or other. 

Honestly, it just another day for him at this point but he had to show some sort of professionalism while he was, wherever they were.

Blankly staring at the man, the others seemed to be acting like he should know who the fuck this blonde skeleton was.

“Who is this?” He whispered to his handler.

“All Might, Japan’s greatest hero.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, this skeleton who looked like one particularly hard gust of wind would kill him, was once the number one hero. 

"Wanderer.” Nahida glared at him, effectively shutting him up. 

Her soft eyes when hardened made him feel a pain in his chest, and he wanted to stop any minor inconveniences. Yeah, that was right, he told himself, not that he felt bad for making her angry. Not at all.

He ignored the curious glances of All Might, and what seemed to be a hobo, as they were led down yet another corridor, before stopping in front of obnoxiously large letters titling the classroom as 1A.

“Well, let's go in.”

A cluster of children sat in rows, gossiping, seemingly not noticing their presence, as he stared wordlessly at them, the wall of noise irritating him.

“Students!” The booming voice echoed through the room as the kids turned to the speaker.

Finally, shutting up, their endless chatter was grating on his ears more than he cared to admit. 

Especially as Nahida turned to look up at him with those big green eyes of hers, he could tell she was wondering if this was too much.

Shaking his head, he could sense the joy that radiated from her as she practically skipped towards the front of the room. 

Feeling his lips twitch upwards at the sight, he pushed his feelings back down, settling back on his trademark scowl as he trailed behind the elder.

“Hello everyone, I can guess you're wondering who we are.” 

Sparing another glance to the brats before him. He froze, green eyes fixated on him for just a moment, before darting back to his desk, furiously scratching something out, the perpetrator mumbling as he then proceeded to jot something in his notebook.

“And we're going to be teaching you!”

He whipped his head around, tearing his gaze from the muttering boy to stare at the pro hero.

“What?!”

Tilting her head to the side not unlike a confused puppy, her brow furrowed. “Did you not wonder why we were here Wanderer?”

He could hear faint snickering coming from one of the brats, their not so quiet whispering echoing through his mind, his ears reddened. 

“But-” his voice came out harsher than intended, pausing to take a deep breath just like she taught him, a familiar scowl settling on his features.

"Yeah.”

Bringing her attention back to the sea of teenagers, the hero continued. "Well we're here to teach you about collaboration with other nation's heroes."

“I am the pro hero - Kusuanali and this is my ward Wanderer who is still training under me.”

“Tch.” The tut echoed through the silence, all eyes turning to the origin.

“Why are we being taught by someone who isn't even a proper hero, we all have more experience than most.”

Turning, the ornaments on his hat chimed as he moved, staring at the brat who dared to judge him. 

Before he could even say anything, the class went deathly still, her glare silencing the heroes in training. 

“In Teyvat, we do things differently, ensuring all our heroes are thoroughly trained and equipped for all scenarios. So children won't have to suffer because their heroes' quirks aren't suited to saving them from mortal danger.”

The blonde seemed to sink in his seat, all bravado sucked out of him.

“Now that's over with. Mr Aizawa, could we start now.”

The scraggly man raised an eyebrow, before conceding. “Very well, class you’ll be under Kusunali’s guidance for the next few weeks."

 

Chapter 2

Notes:

Thanks for everyone's kudos and comments.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

 

Aizawa's POV:

 

He stared at the pair of visitors, trying to hide his confusion as they introduced themselves. One of their strongest heroes was a child?  He had heard the rumours over child experimentation and endangerment, but this was too far.

The child stared, seemingly begging him to say something about her appearance, but he bit his tongue, turning to trail behind the retired hero. He couldn't risk offending the young hero or what seemed to be her guardian, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

Spotting the two pausing in their steps, he slowed down, silently observing as the smaller one whispered in response to the other.

Almost jolting as a cackle escaped the hat-adorned boy, the sound startling All Might, as it echoed through the corridor, only to be silenced by a look from the child and a mention of the Teyvatian's name.

"Wanderer. "

He raised a brow, Wanderer averting his gaze, looking almost guilty. Could he have misunderstood? Was Wanderer not her handler?

He tried to push his thoughts away over their introduction and dynamic, but a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. 

There were many theories surrounding Teyvat’s existence, from cults to experimentation, but one thing he could say for sure was that they were dangerous, extremely dangerous. He inwardly shuddered at the memory of an intrepid reporter who had snuck into the bordered depths of Teyvat and escaped, only to turn up brutally murdered in the following days, a sharp stab wound to the throat. 

At least with this sudden introduction, they could gain information on the bordered nation.

Crossing the threshold of the classroom, his students chatter dissolved into silence, their gaze passing from his to their visitors.

He listened intently to their introduction, analysing the strange dynamic between what turned out to be the pro-hero and her student.

“Tch.”

Eraserhead knew that sound, tensing as his problem child’s inferiority complex decided to rear its head.

“Why are we being taught by someone who isn't even a proper hero? We all have more experience than most.”

"Ba-" Before he could even start to scold his student, the piercing glare of Kusanali silenced everyone. 

“In Teyvat, we do things differently, ensuring all our heroes are thoroughly trained and equipped for all scenarios. So children won't have to suffer because their heroes' quirks aren't suited to saving them from mortal danger.”

Aizawa could practically feel the tension in the room, biting his tongue in response to her scathing remark. He couldn’t start an argument here, and as the hat-adorned hero turned his gaze to meet his own, he tensed; this Wanderer felt like bad news, everything in his body screaming that this boy was a threat.

“Now that's over with. Mr. Aizawa, could we start now?" Big green eyes focused on him , filled with a mixture of curiosity and defiance, daring Aizawa to challenge her.

He raised a brow, after shutting Bakugo up and scaring the whole class into silence with just a glare; not even he was going to oppose this request.

“Very well, class you’ll be under Kusanali’s guidance for the next few weeks.”

Turning away, Aizawa couldn't shake the dread that creeped over him as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. She might have looked like a child, but this hero held power with her words, and her ward Wanderer—and didn't that throw him for a loop—caused his nerves to stand on edge. Something was wrong with him, and now they had practically free range with his students.

He gulped, side-eyeing Toshinori, noticing the way he paled considerably from her previous words. 

As he watched the students buzzing with curiosity, Midoriya’s hand raced up full of questions. Maybe, Nezu’s plan to gain information about these Teyvatian’s and their so-called Archons could work.

 

 

---

 

A week prior: In the depths of Jueyan Karst

 

“It has been too long, Shogun Ei.”

The electro hero rolled her eyes, her gaze flicking to the empty spots with disdain. “They had one job, and they cannot complete even that.”

“Well can you expect Barbatos to be on time?”

She nodded agreeing with the draconic hero. “Well.”

“I’m here, I’m here”, the hero stumbled in, hat lopsided, his twin pigs uneven. At least his top was the right way round this time, he noted. 

White wings dragged behind him, lyre haphazardly fastened to his belt, strings looking as frayed as the owner looked, seemingly unable to decide on civilian clothing or his hero costume.

“And didn’t I say to call me Venti, when not on patrol.”

Ei scrunched her nose, as she shared a look with Zhongli.

“Wait. Where’s Kusanali?”

“I’m here” the childlike hero waved, standing on the chair .

“And Focalors? “

The dendro user shared a look with the winged hero, before meeting her fellow hero's gaze. “She’s been. Incapacitated of sorts.”

Quirking a brow at the statement, he decided to let it escape his attention for the time being, there were more pressing issues to tackle first.

“The Government of Japan has put out a desire for our assistance, despite us missing the call to action. We can strengthen international bonds through our hero  project, to teach their most prestigious students. But one of us needs to go and seeing as though we are the only ones in attendance, I propose a democratic vote as to who goes.”

“I'll go.”

“What?” He met Nahida’s gaze, her soft eyes hardened in determination.

“It makes sense, my area can look after themselves, the matra can cope. It also could be a good learning experience to bring Wanderer to outside Teyvat. “

He raised a brow.” Whilst it may be beneficial, members leaving Teyvat has never been recorded. Are you sure you want to bring the Balla, sorry Wanderer with you?”

“Yes. It's exactly that reason. They may try to pry information out of us, and his attitude will likely discourage them.”

“I agree with this decision.” The shogun nodded, agreeing with Kusanali’s idea.

Barbatos shrugged, “Sure, Nahida can go.”

Zhongli looked between the two heroes. “Very well. Kusanali, it is up to you to pave the connection between Teyvat and the rest of the world.”

 

 

Notes:

I love the archons soooo much, they have to be some of my favourite characters.

Now I'm probably not going to include Mauvika, because I'm too scared to look at the wiki page and get spoiled for the Natlan Quest - I've just finished the 'Rainbow Destined to Burn' story quest, and I don't want her powers and skills to be spoiled for me.

Chapter 3

Back in the Class of 1A:

 

Midoriya's hand flew up, his eyes bright with curiosity. "Miss! Can I?"

"Wait." In the midst of the pupils, a lone voice said, "Teyvat, the closed-off nation where it's rumoured to experiment on quirkless individuals."

Midoriya stopped, his words frozen in his mouth, as his hand slowly came down. The appendage settled back at his side, and the curious gleam in his eyes faded.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards the black-haired girl.

They had only heard rumours of what was beyond its borders; they would never have imagined that two individuals, heroes that had come across the world to teach them. Her statement sparked a sea of whispers, ravaged in the silence, rumours and theories being spread around: "I heard they have a cult worshipping seven gods. Well, I heard child experimentation was a thing there."

Nahida watched over the students, her eyes starting to twitch in the face of the rumours that spread like wildfire, her soft smile starting to fall at the edges.

"Excuse me." Her voice fell against the growing chatter.

The hero glanced at her ward. "Wanderer, could you?"

He smirked, knowing exactly what the archon was asking from him. "SILENCE!"

All conversation froze mid-sentence, attention pulled to the front of the classroom. Nahida crossed her arms at their attitude. “Thank you. I will not allow the badmouthing of our region. I expected more from UA students.”

Students averted their gaze, guilt and shame creeping into their expressions.

The booming voice of a blue-haired boy resonated through the room as he stood up, silencing any further murmurs. "But Miss Nahida!"

"Yes?" 

"There have been a lot of discrepancies following the…" He paused, searching for the right word. "Health and safety of your region. The Hero Public Safety Commission put out a warning some years ago over an unidentified vigilante who seemed to have Teyvatian patterns."

The dendro archon shared a look with her ward, frowning as he minutely shook his head, the lapels barely chiming as they swayed. In that slight movement it held an answer. I can’t help you here.

“I am unable to comment on that, umm.” She tried to prompt the student for his name, using the moment to construct a believable cover. 

“Tenya Iida."

“Yes, well, Iida, even as the Dendro Archon, I was not privy to the details of that situation.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes behind the brim of his hat; Nahida could've handled that way better. Despite his handlers conceptions, he did know what happened; the mere thought of someone infiltrating their land, especially as an outsider, was the talk of Teyvat as the heroes and villains tried to quiet the person.

Especially when they started spouting secrets of national levels in regards to Ritou's trade ports and the Milleth. That was when even the Fatui was notified, yet the heroes struck first.

"From this incident, though, Miss Kusunali, there was a death and sudden upheaval following this, and the connecting denominator was the Teyvatian vigilante.”

"Iida. All of you. Any misconceptions you have of our country and our rules are most likely wrong. Your theories and 'leaked info’ are wrong. Please keep in mind our borders have been shut for a reason, and that is to protect our people and students."

“But!”

The bell rang, cutting off Iida's retort, as Nahida gave one final glance to the class. "Now that the introductions are over, we'll begin your lessons soon."

And with that the two slunk out of the room, the towering door of UA slamming shut.

 

---

 

 

“So. I’m not the only one who thought that was strange?” A purple-haired student addressed the rest of the class, with a raised brow, Shinsou’s usually self-induced silence broken, as he inwardly fought his curiosity.

The class collectively agreed, nodding at his observation. 

“Oi, Iida." An elbow thrust into his side, a sudden gasp of air escaping him as the gravity manipulator took his breath away. "You shouldn't have said that in class."

"That was a bit uncalled for, Ochaco."

She whipped around, setting the black-haired girl with a glare. "Yayorozou, you're the one who started that whole debacle. Out of everyone, I wouldn't have pegged you two spreading baseless rumours."

The two shifted awkwardly, muttering apologies.

"Anyway!" Mina pushed past the class representatives. "Was it me, or were those heroes really unnerving?"

Jiro shuddered at the thought, "Definitely, something was weird with that Wanderer guy."

Kirishima added in his thoughts. "Yeah, also he's still a student; how old do you think the guy is?"

"I don't know, but you're right, Jirou." Denki's face scrunched up in thought. "He was so bitey and angry."

"No, you dumbass," She smacked the yellow-haired boy. "He just seemed? Wrong?"

"I mean, I don’t think he’s bad." Midoriya shrugged. "I mean, danger sense hasn’t gone off. But he is a bit eerie."

Tsyu croaked, glancing at the others. "Still, Mr. Aizawa seemed on edge, and All Might looked like he was seconds away from fainting."

"Are we all going to ignore that Wanderer definitely knew what happened with that vigilante? He rolled his eyes and everything."

Midoriya twirled around to meet ruby red eyes. “What do you mean, Kacchan?”

“I mean dumbass, that he 100% was hiding something, and with those rumours going around, it can't be good.”

They sat in silence, the tension in the room palpable as they all considered the implications of those rumours being true and Wanderer's mysterious behaviour. Tsyu finally spoke up. "Maybe we should keep an eye on him." 

Bakugo side-eyed All Might’s protégé, sharing a glance only they could understand. He didn’t like this Wanderer guy, but his curiosity was gnawing at him, and Deku would be the key to answers. That nerd had an innate talent for being dragged into situations far beyond his control and would likely be dragged into something. 

Now all they had to do was wait and try to decipher the real reason these Teyvatian heroes were here by themselves.

---

 

Within UA's Corridors:

 

“I can’t.” He whined, not caring that it was typically beneath him.

“Wanderer.” She scolded.

“But Nahida... Those brats worship All Might, like he’s the pinnacle of power.”

“He is the strongest in their minds; think how exposed they are to heroes. They see him as a symbol of hope and strength, someone to look up to and aspire to be like. It's no wonder they idolise him so much.”

"I think I might kill someone if I hear about heroes anymore," he said, dragging his palm over his face.

He logically knew he was quite literally in a hero school, but even in Teyvat they were never this uppity about it; the fact was that it really began to get on his nerves. Especially that blue-haired boy, something or other; he dismissed the name; it meant nothing to him in the long run. Besides, with that one, he was sure their name would be parroted back to him a countless number of times.

“Wanderer.”

"I know," he huffed. "It was a joke, Nahida. Now could we please talk about something else?"

The sound of a throat clearing cut their chat short, and Nahida turned to face the blue eyes of a towering person walking behind them.

“Miss Kusanali."

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Blonde hair stood upright as a skeletal man stalked towards the two.

“Miss Kusanali, was it?

“Yes?”

"May I talk to you?" The symbol of peace deliberately avoided staring at the scowl on the hat-adorned hero in training.

“About what?” Scaramouche spat, his eyes boring into the hero's head.

“Ahh, young wanderer.” The hero sucked in a breath, attempting to maintain his composure in the face of Scaramouche's hostility. “I would like to speak to Miss Kusanali.”

Her hand went out to stop the anemo user. “Let him speak." She turned back to the symbol of peace. “Whatever you want to say to me can be said in front of my student.”

The hero looked back from the hero to the student before sighing. "There were concerns that Teyvat experimented on quirkless individuals, and I—"

“No. No, we don’t.” She cut him off, her small stature doing nothing to stifle the intimidating aura. “Those who have said this because we dare to treat them as equals. Did you know All Might? Most of Teyvat’s population is quirkless.”

“Yep,” she repeated in the face of his stupor. “Quirkless. They outnumber quirked individuals about 40 to 1, and there are more quirkless heroes than quirked. 

Some of our most successful students are quirkless, and they aren’t all heroes. We don’t just teach them 'heroics'; they can do other things as well. One of the quirkless students is a detective, and another is a photographer as well, and even with the small number of quirked individuals, we would never turn away a student, no matter their quirk. 

What can your students do other than pose for a camera and fight adult wars?”

“Th-They are very capable.”

“Yeah, that’s why you relied on children to save you, leaving them injured beyond belief.”

“That’s.”

Wanderer shot the retired hero a glare, piercing blue silencing the blonde, as he spoke. “Your fault.”

“I.”

The dendro archon couldn't help but sigh. “All Might, I think we’re quite done here.”

The symbol of peace slumped, his towering figure shrinking in embarrassment, as the two Teyvatians turned away and disappeared down the corridor. 

Thank Kami, he didn’t know if he could stand another second with Wanderer’s glare pinned on him or the unnerving look of disappointment Kusanali looked at him with. He got some information, but he needed more; those poor quirkless kids were made to become heroes with no one to protect them. He needed to help them; students shouldn't be doing an adult's job.

 

---

 

Somewhere in the depths of Teyvat:

 

She sneezed, jolting as the kamera almost fell from her hands. The pink-haired photographer shrieked in surprise, desperately trying to reach for the device before it met its unfortunate demise.

"Did you drop something?" A burgundy-haired student smirked, holding the kamera in his hand as he shot her a cheeky smirk.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Heizou." The tenseness in her shoulders melted away as she refocused the lens back on the crime scene that stretched out before them, zooming into the building beside them.

"No worries, now let's bust this operation."

"Yeah." Charlotte gripped the device tighter, trailing behind the detective, the thrill of uncovering the truth fuelling her determination to capture every detail through her lens.

 

Though she couldn't shake the feeling someone was talking about her.

 

Notes:

And with that 5.2 ends, and 5.3 is here, good luck with whoever you wish for Mauvika or Citlali

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I hope the UA student weren't too OOC - I've never actually written MHA characters before, despite being an anime watcher and up to date manga reader - those who know, know.

*Happy New Year!*

Chapter 4

Notes:

Sorry for the delay, Link Click is ruining my ability to write for anything else. 😅

Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

 

 

Nahida’s eyes peered through the hallway, noting the twists and turns of the corridor as she followed the instructions, as brief as they were, to find 1A’s teacher throughout the maze of UA.

Towering before her small stature stood a door, as it hid the underground hero away from the rest of the world. Taking a deep breath, Nahida knocked on the door, her knuckles rapping against the wood as her heart pounded with anticipation.

In the wake of the knocking, she could faintly hear shuffling from within. The sound of footsteps grew louder until finally, the door creaked open to reveal tired eyes, blearily scanning the outside.

“May I have some files on the students?” She spoke, trying to get his attention.

"What?" The teacher asked, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep.

“Can I have files on 1A?” She repeated.

He raised a brow, waking up a fraction, as he pushed the door open a little more. "Why?"

"Because at the moment they are our students, and I want to know more in-depth about their quirks in the lessons."

Aizawa shifted, sobering up as he was pinned under her scrutinising stare. Weighing up the pros and cons, he conceded, slowly pushing the door open as he traipsed towards the office area, silently beckoning her to follow.

"They're usually all digital now, but we have hard copies for you to use." He spoke as she trailed behind, peering into the room as he opened it.

The office was cluttered with files and paperwork, a stark contrast to the order and meticulous organisation of her office in Teyvat. File cabinets higher than she could reach on her tippy toes loomed over her as he made his way to the file cabinet.

She watched in disbelief as he pulled out a thick bunch of files, seemingly at random. He paused before handing it over. "Here's the information you requested. This is for your eyes only; not even Wanderer can see it.”

She nodded earnestly as she accepted the paperwork, her eyes sparkling with innocence. "Of course, Aizawa." She smiled.

Following him out of the room with a smile on her lips, she turned aside and headed to the flat of sorts, her expression dimming as soon as he was out of view.

 

---

“Today we’ll be going through your quirks. Aizawa kindly gave me your files.” She tried to ignore the flinches of certain students, instead choosing to carry on with her explanation. “So I have a brief understanding of them, but I want to hear your descriptions.”

“This is highly unprecedented—"

“Miss Kusunali?” The voice interrupted the troublesome student, as the green-haired child uncharacteristically shot a glare at his classmate before continuing as though nothing had happened. “Before we do that, what is Wanderers' quirk, may I ask?”

She glanced at her ward. “Wanderer?”

He scoffed, the student’s earnest look pushing at his boundaries. “Fine. My power is subclassed as Anemo.” He gestured to a keychain, loosely hanging from his uniform—"This identifies me as an anemo user, and I can manipulate wind currents to fly and condense them into attacks.”

Mioriya paused in his notes, meeting their gaze. “What's Anemo?”

“Oh.” The petite hero brightened. “Let me explain.”

“In Teyvat, there are seven elemental types that all quirks in our region seem to derive from. These are called Anemo, Geo, Electro, Dendro, Hydro, Pyro, and Cryo. I am the Dendro Archon, and Wanderer is an Anemo user. We identify them through keyings of sorts, with our symbols for these elements.”

She gestured to the light blue chain that hung from his uniform and the green gem that was sewn into her costume.

The greenette jotted everything down, faint muttering being heard as he noted them down. He would make a brilliant scholar, Nahida inwardly thought.

“Sounds weak.” 

Wanderer scoffed, narrowing his eyes at the explosive boy. "It's all about how you use it.” He stared at the classroom, the students holding their breath as his gaze lingered on key individuals. “Quirks are a tool for you to get what you want, so you will twist it and manipulate it into getting exactly what you want.”

“That sounds very unheroic.”

He met the eyes of that student, the one who had not only insulted their nation but also their people. He sneered. “You haven’t even experienced the world yet, not properly.”

“But a quirk is your birthright, not a tool; we know nothing else.”

He bristled, gritting his teeth, feeling the soft touch of Nahida as she placed a hand on his arm. Meeting her gaze, he huffed out a breathy laugh, turning back to his stunned audience. “Yet you are so reliant on them; support tools are there to reduce your pain, are they not? And yet you shed them again and again to boast your own power in spite of their assistance. Pathetic.”

They remained silent, a select few side-eyeing the previously muttering student, their pitying glances causing something he couldn’t quite name to turn Wanderer’s stomach, as he squashed the foreign feeling away and continued.

“It is a tool, as is everything in your life, and you may need to do everything you can in some situations. You fought villains in place of your heroes, did you not?”

No one met his gaze.

In the deafening silence, Nahida fidgeted. Casting a glance at the other before clapping her hands, as she took over from her protégé. “And now, can you write your quirks down in your own words? And what you want to improve. I heard many of you have an awakening of sorts, so your files may need updating.”

“Wait!” A spiky haired boy spoke, his red hair acting as a beacon for their attention. “What does the Dendro Archon mean? You've said it multiple times now, but we don't know what it means.”

She froze, pausing as she glanced at Scaramouche, his brow raised as he wordlessly asked her what she was going to say.

“I'm the…” She tried to choose her words carefully, “Head of… teaching dendro users at our school.” Continuing on, more confidently as she ran with the quick lie. “As well as a pro hero, supervising Wanderer and others on major missions.”

Another student's hand hesitantly rose, quietly asking. “So you are the strongest, den- dendro user?”

“Umm.” Nahida brought a hand to her chin in thought. “Perhaps. However, unlike Japan and the rest of the world, we don’t compete for the strongest position or rankings. There is no money involved with popularity or competition; it is merely us being heroes. Most of us have other jobs; I’m a teacher. Another Archon is a funeral parlour consultant.”

“What, why?”

“Well, we don't perform, and the civilians don't put us on pedestals, so we're just people to them. As it should be, our payment is the safety of people.”

Oh.

The explosive boy and the broccoli-haired brat seemed to have spaced out, a mutter escaping them in their inner musings. “Save to win.” “Win to save.”

Midoriya and Bakugo shared a glance, ignoring the watchful eyes of their year.

He quirked his brow at the loudmouthed students' quiet whispers. And the soft look the green-haired student gave the other. Huh.

Nahida continued, seemingly oblivious to the almost unspoken conversation. “Because self-reflection is important, especially for students. Tell me what you want to learn about your quirk.”

Disregarding the numerous mumbles of disagreement, the ones who protested finally ebbed into silence, their focus directed onto the pen and paper in front of them.

Kusanali’s eyes darted to the watchful gaze of Eraserhead, the hero's gaze faltering as it slowly blinked at the message on the device before him, the permanent exhaustion settling deeper into the man’s bones.

The bell reverberated through the room as the students glanced at two expectantly.

“Alright class, we’ll see you tomorrow.”

She tuned out the trail ends of chatter, watching as Aizawa edged closer. 

“Kusanali.” She craned her head to look up at the pro hero, his eye bags even more prominent from this proximity. “The other teachers wish to meet you.”

“Okay.” She clapped her hands, attracting her student’s attention. 

“What?” He scowled.

“I'm going to meet the other teachers. Go explor- “ She paused, knowing exactly what her ward would do unsupervised. “Actually, go settle into the room. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Fine.” He scoffed, yet in his eyes she only saw relief. Her gaze followed the younger Teyvatian as he stalked out of the classroom. 

Staring back up at the quirk-erasing hero earnestly. “Now let’s go.”

---

“So,” she glowered, "these children have had to fight and act like adults when they aren’t even old enough to vote.”

 

The heroes floundered in the face of her childish appearance. “We had no choice; some of them were intrinsically linked to the League of Villains, like young Midoriya and—" 

“You are trying to justify sending children, children to war.”

“Maybe if Teyvat came to help us,” Vlad King scoffed, crossing his arms.

She whirled around, viridian eyes glaring upwards. “We were dealing with our own problems.”

He shuddered, the petite hero glaring daggers into him.

The others, despite not being on the receiving end of the Teyvatian hero's death glare, shivered.

Clearing their throat, Nezu tried to diffuse the situation, handing the hero a cup of tea. “Miss Nahida, your ward, seems to be unaccustomed to hero society.”

Cupping the drink in her hand, she smiled, playing along with his change in subject. “Yes, he doesn’t particularly care for anyone barring a few individuals; however, I believe you’ll find he is more than equipped to deal with villains. Though the same couldn’t be said for your heroes, Nezu.”

Inwardly wincing at the Dendro hero’s words, his outer expression remained stoic. “Unfortunately, I must agree, but due to pressure from the HPSC—”

Green eyes turned stormy at the mere mention of that rotten organisation as she cut him off. “I know.”

Oh , the bear-rat sipped at his tea. “May you elaborate, I was unaware you’ve interacted with the HPSC, since Teyvat has been shut away from the outer world.”

Bringing the drink to her lips, peering over the rim, her gaze darted to the surrounding teachers. “Perhaps we should continue this discussion another day; I wouldn’t want any interruptions.”

The principal’s eyes narrowed, stuck in an impromptu staring match with the Teyvatian hero, before reluctantly conceding.

Placing the cup down, the quirky animal’s lips set in a frown. “Very well.”

 

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Comment your thoughts and feelings if you want.😊

Genshin Rant:
Lantern Rite story just upset me, like I was scared for Hu Tao. But she's fine, I'm fine. 😭😅

Pros over Lantern Rite: I got Lan Yan, who is actually really fun for gameplay.
Cons: I as a F2P I have done at least 50 wishes+ and Childe still won't come home.😞

Chapter 5

Notes:

I tried to rework this so many times, and I was just never happy with it. I might come back to it one day, but it is a sort of filler before the real drama starts. So I'm going to leave it for now lol 😅

Enjoy the chapter 😊

 

“Wanderer, could you grab me those papers?”

Turning to see where Nahida was pointing, he snickered. “What, can’t you reach them?”

Pouting, she crossed her arms. “Please.”

“Fine.” Reaching for the stack of papers, he caught a glimpse of the top one.

“What are these?”

“The files for our students.”

The anemo user rolled his eyes. “Why do you need them again?”

“I wanted to double-check something after looking through their files against what they wrote about their quirks.”

“Hmm.” 

“Their quirks have a lot of potential, especially Shinsou’s brainwashing.”

He perked up, used to empowering and elemental quirks. " Oh."

“And Midoriya, One For All. He was originally…” She trailed off, knowing the connotations her ward had with the word. Nevermind.

“Actually”, She re-read through the file, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Many aspects were censored; same with Bakugo’s. It was strange, though; they all seemed to correspond to the same event.”

“That is strange; the war they were on about, wouldn’t it be throughout all of their files?”

“Yeah.” She trailed off, gaze snapping to meet the younger. “Scaramouche? Can you grab Midoriya?”

“The green-haired brat, who wouldn’t stop chatting earlier?”

“Yes, I'd like to talk to him.”

He raised a brow questioning, but he knew the archon wouldn’t elaborate until it was necessary. 

 

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“Young Midoriya!” The retired number one hero called for his successor, painfully unaware of the approaching figure. “Could you come here?”

Ornaments clinked with every step, gold glinting in the slithers of daylight, as they prowled through the corridor. The sound echoed through the corridor, drawing All Might's attention as he turned only to meet Wanderer’s piercing gaze, the boy’s face set in a permanent scowl.

“I’ll be taking this brat.”

The successor of One for All looked around, confusion obvious on his face. “Wha-What’s going on?”

Pushing past the skeletal hero with a huff, his gaze set on the brat. “Kusanali wishes to talk to you.”

“Me?” Deku tilted his head, confused. “Why would she want to talk to me? I haven't done anything, have I?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, she wanted you. Be lucky I know who you were.”

“Young Wanderer", the hero’s voice echoed through the otherwise empty corridor, his gaze stuck on Kusunali’s ward. “You can’t steal my successor from me; we needed to talk.”

“And Kusanali wants to talk to him. Besides, would you want to upset her again?” He took his silence as his own answer. Walking away from the retired hero, as he herded the green-haired brat towards his and Nahida’s office/apartment. 

Sticking his tongue out at the man, smirking at the flabbergasted look on the previous number one hero’s face.

 

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As the door was opened, Wanderer slunk into the apartment, the door almost slamming in his face. 

Pushing the door open, green eyes curiously peered around the room. He didn’t think they were bad people, at least, but if he was here, he could at least gain a glimpse into their intentions . 

The room seemed normal, the central table covered by a multitude of files sprawled out; crude sketches lay sporadically between layers of files, notes jotted around the edge. 

He knew he should continue walking, to ignore the papers, yet curiosity overcame him, the thirst for knowledge drowning any moral qualms.

Peering closer, the sketch seemed to be a costume design for another Anemo user, at least judging by the keyring incorporated into the design, a series of muted intertwinings throughout the theme.

His fingers edged closer, intricate penmanship starting with a K-

The paper was snatched from his gaze, meeting the annoyed glare of Wanderer, his hand tightening held the paper. “What do you think you're doing?”

“I, um.” Before he could defend himself, the Dendro Archon's voice echoed through the small apartment that seemed to double up as an office.

“Ah, Izuku Midoriya.” Taking a seat, she gestured to the chair beside him, watching in amusement as the hero in training froze in his spot, realising he was caught snooping.

His gaze flicked back to her, flinching as the Anemo user moved out of his peripheral vision and into his blind spot. Danger sense was silent, and yet anxiety still flooded his body. "Wait, am I in trouble?“

“Trouble? No.”

“But?” He glanced back at the Teyvatian who practically was breathing down his neck.

"Wanderer. What did you say?"

“It’s not my fault.” Scaramouche scoffed. “That buffoon was there practically begging for the kid, not allowing me to do my job, and then this brat here kept asking questions.”

She rolled her eyes at his turn of phrase and crossed her arms. “I see.”

“What's going on?”

“Midoriya.” She uncrossed her arms, somehow looking smaller than she did before. “I have a serious question to ask you.”

“What happened in the war?”

He squirmed under her gaze, okay.

Bakugo’s and your files are censored, in places covering events uncensored in other files. So why is that?

“I don’t know.” I can’t tell you.

“You fought against Shigaraki, yes?”

He averted his gaze. “I can’t say.” I’m not allowed to.

She tapped the file, so that’s a yes. “It censors your quirk in some parts, as well as your involvement in the battle. But it has a comment, written in by the way, about one for all.”

The boy startled, heart thumping. “How do you?”

Nahida continued. “And how you were quirkless.” She saw Wanderer stiffen in her peripheral vision. “I just want to know why.

“Why?”

“Why would you partake in the heroics when you’ve seen how they've treated quirkless people and villainised quirks and still stand behind the Hero Commission?”

The hero-in-training set his gaze on hers, stating his truth with such conviction. "Because people aren’t their quirk; a real hero is what is within.”

She blinked, a small smile, sad if you looked at it too closely. Is that so? 

“I’ve got my answers. Thank you for your time, Midoriya.”

The greenette stared before getting up, hesitant as the piercing gaze of the heroine’s student tracked his movement.

He paused, hand on the handle, as he met the Tevyatian's gaze. “Miss Kusanali, you aren’t bad people, are you?”

Her fingers ran across the files. “No one is inherently good, but that doesn’t make everyone bad. It's up to you what you think, Midoriya. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.”

He sucked in a breath, nodding. As the door shut behind him with a click.

 

Scaramouche turned on her, worry, and something a little more in his eyes. “You didn’t tell me he was quirkless!”

“He isn’t anymore." Her gaze softened. "All Might gave his quirk to him."

“But that’s not.”

“Possible? It turns out One for All is a strange quirk dating back around 100 years. Transferable.”

Transferable? The faint outline of blue hair and piercing red eyes sat on the edge of his vision, shadows of memories haunting him.

“Wait. You don’t think?”

She toyed with a stray pencil, watching the door. “I don’t believe so. But who can say?”

 

 

 

Notes:

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Comment your thoughts and theories, I love reading them.

Genshin Rant: It's been a while, where to begin

I never got Childe, my beloved he never came home 😭
Accidently got Yumemizuki Mizuki, I don't have anything for her, and am not a big fan of her gameplay - welp, 5 star I guess - I was trying to pull on Venti's banner 😭

5.6 Paragolism - to those who have played it, what are your opinions - cause that was such an interesting quest

Chapter 6

Notes:

Hello again, I'm back with yet another chap and now plot is going to start plotting.

 

“Yo, guys, look what I found. There’s amateur footage over this supposed elusive vigilante.” Kaminari’s voice cut through the general chatter.

“Show me.” The others clambered onto the sofa.

The self-proclaimed Baku squad sat huddled on the sofa; their so-called leader sat a few steps away, cl\ose enough to listen but far enough to not be caught in the wave of idiotic tendencies their classmates seemed to generate with their shared brain cell.

“Ohh, they’re really pretty. What do you think their quirk is?” They asked consecutively. “Maybe we should ask Midoriya.”

“You don’t need to ask stupid Deku.” Stepping over to see, the explosive boy lightly pushed Sero away. “Let me see,” grabbing Kaminari’s phone for a closer look. “They don’t use their quirk at all, but that design,” his grip tightened on the mobile, mumbling deep in thought. “Where have I seen that before?”

Scouring his mind for any similar designs he saw, Bakugo’s fingers jumped into action as he typed into the browser, mind running a mile per minute. Pulling up yet another video, the graininess distorted the patterns on their arm, but it was clear enough that he could recognise them, especially as he had seen those designs in person.

“Oi Dunce-face, Shitty Hair, doesn't that look like that prick’s pattern on his hat?”

Kirishima squinted at the grainy photo, trying to piece the explosive boy’s words together.

Peering over the redhead's shoulder, “Wait. Do you mean Wanderer?” Mina interjected.

“Yeah,” he grumbled. “That prick.” Shoving the phone back to its owner, the ash blonde reclined into the sofa, grabbing his own phone and scrolling through the feed about new vigilantes.

“Heyyy, Miss Nahida.”

He looked up, ruby red, scanning the petite figure of their temporary teacher, before turning back to his phone.

Startling like a cat, the heroine turned to meet the expectant gaze of the students, a phone being thrust in her face.

She blinked in confusion, her head tilted to the side. “Uhm. What is this?”

“Miss Nahi—”

“Listen.” Her gaze whipped to the sandy blonde-haired student, ruby eyes never seeming to meet hers. “There’s a new vigilante in town, and the designs are similar to your prick of a sidekick, so are they from Teyvat or what?”

She blinked slowly, her mind trying to comprehend what the students of 1A were proposing. “Could I see that, please?”

“Sure, whatever,” Katsuki grumbled before turning back to his own device, ignoring the look of confusion from his ‘squad’ mates, before Kaminari shrugged, handing over his phone to the dendro hero.

Examining the grainy video with a passive expression, she passed it back, saying her thanks before leaving, a spring in her step as the baku-squad watched her practically skip out of the room.

Passing the dendro hero, Shinsou's brows furrowed in confusion. “What was that about?” 

 

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Swinging her legs back and forth from the chair, watching as her ward cooked. “You know, I overheard one of the students talking about a new vigilante. 

He hummed noncommittedly, focused on the pan in front of him.

“I asked out of curiosity, and the lightning-haired boy—Kaminari, I think—showed me the video.”

“And?” He flipped the pancake with practiced care.

“I think it’s Lumine.”

The pancake fell, hitting the floor with a soft thud.

“ What?”

She hummed quietly, ignoring the indescribable emotion across the anemo user’s face. “Or Aether. It wasn’t clear enough to see.” 

He stepped towards her. “Show me the video.”

“I just said I don’t have it, Scaramouche; you’ll need to find the student who does.”

“Which one ?" he growled.

“Denki Kaminari . Electric quirk, blonde hair. “

Seeing her description wasn’t making any sense to her ward, a deep sigh escaped her, reaching for the piled-up folders, glancing over each name before finding what she was looking for.

Kusanali pointed at the photo. “Him!”

He took a single glance, committing the face to memory, and with a blink he was gone, pancakes long forgotten.

“Oi, brat.”

Frantically turning around, looking side to side, the blonde lamely pointed a finger at himself. “Me?”

“Yes, you, show me the video.” 

“What video?” 

“Don’t play dumb; the video about the vigilante. Show me. Now.”

“Sure,” Kaminari almost squeaked, fumbling with his phone as he unlocked it, searching desperately for the video, the Tyevatian hero’s gaze boring into his skull.

“Here.” He thrust the phone into Wanderer’s hand, taking a step backwards, as the elder’s face changed through a variety of expressions before settling into something Denki could have named as relief. 

“So they’re here.” The hero’s ward muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Scaramouche snapped, tossing back the device before leaving the common room. 

Shit . As he scrambled to catch the tossed phone, he could’ve sworn there was a smile playing on Wanderer’s lips as he turned the corner, though that could have been a trick of the light.

 

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“It’s really her.”

“Yeah?” Nahida peeked over, Scaramouche absentmindedly doodling on another design sketch.

His brow furrowed, hand stilling. “Wait. Why would she be in Japan?”

The dendro hero paused mid-bite, running through the possibilities in her head. Maybe it was yet another disaster; they were attacked, and something happened to the other heroes.

Finishing her mouthful of pancake, she responded. “I don’t know.”

“She hasn’t sent you any secret messages?“

Her brow raised. “Secret messages?”

“You have that weird telepathy-like thing sometimes, where she and Aether know exactly what you need.”

Nahida rolled her eyes. “No, she has not sent me any ‘ secret messages.’ S he might be on a mission.”

“Outside of Teyvat?”

“Well, she and Aether do travel a lot; maybe they’re doing what they class as vigilante work here?”

His gaze wandered to the window, the soft light permeating the room. “Tch, with their bleeding hearts maybe.”

 

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They blinked, trying to move the hair out of his eyes. His hand refused to respond to his thoughts as he gazed down, met by cuffs and chains. The cold metal dug into his wrists as he tested it a few more times, reluctantly leaving it for the moment, taking a moment to piece together what was happening and where he was. In the darkness of the room, he could make out the outlines of what appeared to be bars—a cell of sorts, then.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to shift his hands, trying to ignore the blooming pain that dug into his wrists, marring the pale skin. His quirk pulsated under his skin before the familiar wave of power crashed, the usual swell of power cut off as though it was never there.

Quirk suppression. Fuck.

Forcing his hands just a bit further, anguish shot through his arms, the cuffs digging in, a faint warmth dripping through his fingers. Eyes scrunched shut, biting his lip in a weak attempt to muffle the cries that threatened to escape. 

They wouldn't get any answers from him. His loyalty was absolute.

Notes:

The plot is finally starting, the scenes which started this entire fic are coming soon.

I hope you enjoyed this chap, and hopefully - fingers crossed - updates should maybe be more regular - maybe

Genshin Time:
Inazuma banner - do i want Kazuha? Me, sure i'll try a few pulls what have I got to lose - Itto appearing out of f*cking nowhere. Welp I guess that's that.

Chapter 7

Notes:

I'm back with another chap, and at least it's less than a month in between this time 😅
Also sorry for the jumping character perspective. 😅

Enjoy the chapter 😊

 

Travelling through the city, sticking to the shadows, gold ornaments glinting in the sliver of light peeking through the cracks of the alleyways. Her eyes darted across the road, the hustle and bustle of people, their chattering drifting on the wind.

Watching, waiting as the lights turned green, using a short burst of energy, undetectable to most others, she shot upwards, grabbing onto the pipes with a nimble grace, leaping onto the roof. Pausing, as she looked upwards, the wind’s soft whispers guided her path as she looked out upon Japan's skyline, leaping to yet another building.

A shadow covered her body as she instinctively hid behind an AC unit, looking up to be met with expansive red wings, bigger than Barbatos’s. As they swooped over, coming to land on the edge of the rooftop.

Holding her breath, her heart echoing in her ears, the hero’s gravelly voice travelling through the wind. 

“Hello.”

She jolted, her nerves on fire as she fought the urges of her fight-or-flight response, hands slowly edging towards the hidden weapon.

“That’s right. Yep, I told you there’s been no sight of them yet.”

She raised a brow, her body subconsciously relaxing, so he hadn’t spotted her.

"Yes, I’ll let you know. Bye.” Slipping what must’ve been his phone into a pocket. The red-winged man sighed, "Welp, no sign of them,” bringing his hand to his chin. He spoke to the wind not expecting an answer."I wonder how he’s doing?" Before outstretching the towering red wings and with a flap of his wings, he disappeared into the city yet again like he hadn't almost scared the hell out of a 'civilian'.

Lumine let out a sigh of relief, back hitting the wall. That was close.

She could have defeated the winged hero easily if given the chance, but that would only pose more problems for them. Reaching to her ear, the communication device beeping as she fiddled with it.

Taking a breath she began to speak into the communicator. “Guess who I saw, a hero with wings bigger than Venti.”

A voice crackled into existence, “Really? Let me just—” the clacking of a keyboard rang through the channel. “Were they red?”

“Yes.” She nodded, even though she logically knew they couldn't see her.

“That was Hawks, the No. 2 Hero of Japan.” The voice paused, “A member of the HPSC.”

“Thanks. For the information.”

“Don’t worry, Paimon’s happy to help as your guide.”

She forced out a laugh, happy the guide couldn't see her right now. “Thanks, Paimon. You’ll let Aether know.”

“Of course, who do you think Paimon is, huh, a rookie?” Lumine could practically see Paimon crossing her arms, the pixie-like hacker pouting at her over the radio.

“Of course not, Paimon. Keep me updated.”

“Bye." The voice hesitated. "Lumine.”

Silencing the device, she fought the urge to punch something. The HPSC was clearly looking for someone, but who? And who was this Hawks on about? 

Ugh!” She groaned, hitting her head against the wall; she had too many questions and not enough answers. It wouldn’t do her any good to stay here.

Hopefully, she stood up, brushing the dirt off of her. Taking a step before pausing to stare out at the city pulling her hood up, a certain someone would have more information.

 

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Scaramouche frowned, stopping in his tracks, ignoring the chatter of the class, as he listened to the whispers of the wind; something felt off.

Like everything was going to change, the change in the winds was a warning of what's to come. He had been sensitive to the changes of the wind just like other anemo users.

Hopefully, they could sense it as well. Barbatos was cryptid in some ways and bold in others.

With a final look to the sky, he sighed, brushing it off for the moment, following behind the students. 

“Right.” Nahida clapped a bright smile on her face. “Today we’ll be teaching you about cooperation in big teams.

“Kusanali, the students have already undergone those lessons, and following their battle, I don't see—” 

Nahida frowned, shooting the No. 1 hero a glare. “And this is my lesson. All Might, didn’t you ask to come and watch rather than interfere?”

Smiling at the downtrodden All Might, Scaramouche perked up when Nahida continued. 

“And today, you’ll be fighting Wanderer.”

The students turned to the hero, grimacing as a smirk played on his lips. “Oh, this will be fun.”

 

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Gazing across the sea, clothes fluttering around in the breeze, red eyes fixated on the horizon, the wind softly caressing his body, holding whispers of worry. 

The sun slowly dipped beneath the water's surface, painting the water in reds and oranges, and yet as he took in the picture-perfect surroundings, his expression darkened, unease settling in the pit of his stomach.

Something was coming.

"Come down here!"

He turned back, the beauty of Teyvat's sky fleeting in the face of time, as the sun faded from sight, bringing his moment up in the sky, in his sanctuary on the ship's crow's nest, to an end.

"I’m on my way."

 

 

 

Notes:

As always I hope you enjoyed the chapter 😊

Genshin Time:
What are Dahlias voice lines - I've only trial tested him but... "Suprise Baptism" wtf 🤣

Also Skirk's story quest was beautiful and angsty and I need a second part. So, so good 😍