Saiki Kusuo's life gets even MORE disastrous (however, curiosity kills the cat)

by Robynshereallalone

Summary:

Saiki had been sitting at home. Eating coffee jelly. On a Saturday.

And, out of nowhere...

He fell from a high altitude, landed onto a residence, and was mistaken for a villain then brought in for interrogation. Already, he didn't like how this was going.

Saiki was trying his best to fit in. However, these people were proving it to be harder. (And, also, for plot/lore purposes, Saiki will have little knowledge of My Hero Academia!) Now, Saiki was trying to find the safest way to come home. His powers were wack, and he seriously didn't want to deal with any of this.

At least they serve coffee jelly.

 

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CREDITS!

I got the inspiration of this fic from a YouTube series of "If Saiki was in MHA" by "Tanji Rañji-Sañ" who is also in collaboration with "Breadlord26" on Tumblr!

I recommend watching the series! I will altar certain things but it will stick to the main plot for the most part, so please enjoy!

Notes:

ONCE MORE! CREDITS!

I got inspiration by a YouTube series of "If Saiki was in MHA" by "Tanji Rañji-Sañ" who is also in collaboration with "Breadlord26" on Tumblr! Please check them out!

The plot of this fanfiction will follow the plot of the series, however I might post chapters here and there where I just decided to write a random scenario of Saiki and anyone from MHA—I will specify which chapters will consist of this!

 

THE FIRST CHAPTER IS A BIT SHORT! Since the episode is a bit short too my chapter is as well! But more chapters coming soon:3!! Stay tuned! There's more action shots in the other episodes that I'm excited to write!

Chapter 1: Compliance, just to get it over with (Ep. 1, "The Start")

Saiki Kusuo. The magnet for trouble, and the one who absolutely despises attention. These two do not mesh well by any means.

Saiki hated when even a minor inconvenience went on. It ruined everything one way or another. He didn't want to deal with that. But this? This was more than just a minor inconvenience.

The pink-haired boy had been sitting in bed.

It was a Saturday morning. No school. A coffee jelly on hand. Sitting alone at the edge of his bed, eating his coffee jelly on pure bliss. Truly an anti-social high schooler.

It should've been normal.

Should've.

But, alas, it was not meant to be, and Saiki saw his wall burst open.

He didn't flinch. Saiki didn't really flinch. But he did turn fast, and readied his guard, holding his coffee jelly a bit closer and tighter. He squinted, eyes blinded by whoever that person standing in his room was. A creator. Clearly one looking to torture him in some way, shape, or form.

 

...

 

"Yes! The last fried chicken!"

Hizashi exclaimed happily, walking—or rather skipping—happily next to Shouta, who was looking at him unamused and bored.

"I can't believe they were about to sell out! Thank God we got there in time!" Hizashi hummed happily, holding his bag tighter to him as if it was his baby and he was trying to protect it from anyone and everything, or Hawks. Yeah, probably Hawks. That man has a habit of swooping in like a mother bird and stealing his food. Especially if it's fried chicken.

Shouta glared at him again, still walking unenthusiastically compared to the chipper Hizashi. "So you made me tag along just for some chicken?" Shouts mumbled from under his scarf, blinking slowly.

Hizashi turns back from his bag and the sky to Shouta, pouting while offended before answering him. "Hey!" He huffed, arms crossed as he walked backwards in front of the tired pro-hero. "This is the one and only limited edition chicken that's selling worldwide for only this week!" Hizashi exclaimed, as if the importance would transfer over to Shouta in any way even though he couldn't care less about the chicken.

"Yamada, will you stop yelling like you're auditioning for one of your commercials?" Shouta grumbled, looking forward again. Hizashi scoffed. "Rude!" He grumbled, playfully annoyed at the tired Shouta. "I like those commercials! I can actually yell without being told to shut up!" He defended.

"They always tell you to tone it down." Shouta grumbled, raising an eyebrow. "And?! So what?!" Hizashi crossed his arms tighter, if that was even possible, and Shouta bit back a small laugh. "So, that means they do tell you to shut up."

"That's different and you know it!" Hizashi exclaimed, arms at his side, hands in fists in playful anger, turning away from Shouta as if angry. Shouta snorts a bit, rolling his eyes. "You're dramatic, y'know that, Yamada?" Shouta hummed quietly, turning back to Hizashi who had his back turned.

 

...

 

The next second, Saiki popped into mid-air, thousands of feet up, only slightly flailing but for the most part, pretty still even though he's actively falling to his doom.

Good grief, did I have to be teleported all the way up here? Saiki thought to himself, scanning the area below him.

Saiki looked around in confusion. First, he was trying to pinpoint where he was. Two, who that was. Three, how to get out of this.

Oh well...I have to land nice and easy. Then I'll figure out where the hell I am.

He could teleport. But he's in another universe, and he feels like his psychic abilities are very wonky right now. He's not sure why—they feel a bit nullified. Or as if theyre not working like they're supposed to. He can try teleporting. Maybe he'll land somewhere in a bush, or a tree. Or water, if he's a bit lucky.

Luck seriously wasn't on his side today, though. We've established that after his Saturday morning was ruined.

Saiki risked it. He teleported, closed his pained eyes, and felt himself still falling. He slowly opened an eye, then the other, then looked under him. His eyes widened, and then—

 

CRASH!

 

...

 

Hizashi and Shouta both froze in their spots, turning where they saw the big puff of smoke and where they had heard the explosion or crash. Hizashi was the first to yell—

"Gahh! Trouble!!"

Hizashi exclaimed, pointing at the smoke cloud far away. Shouta had half a mind to slap him across the face for pointing out the obvious. "You know what that means." Shouta sighed, pulling up the yellow goggles(?) around his neck to be on his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, you go on ahead." Hizashi nods, already taking out his phone and opening it. "I'll contact Hawks for some airborne assist. Text me if you need me."

 

...

 

Saiki grunts as he hit the person's residence, falling through the wood and everything that made up the now-ruined home, then hitting the incredibly rough floor.

Well...there goes "nice and easy"...

Now, where the hell am I?

The concrete dented with him like he was a meteor fallen from the sky—and, well, he might as well have been—and he struggled to sit up properly without automatically groaning.

Okay, so his abilities are a bit weakened.

Yes, weakened, not strengthened. He can actually feel the pain from the fall even if it's barely there. He'd make a meteor-like crash anywhere if he fell from that high and that fast, he's not as strong as he could be.

Saiki shifted to sit up, turning when he feels a grey scarf wrap around his right arm.

Immediately, he yanked his arm forward like whatever was tied to the end of the scarf didn't weigh a single ounce. The person on the other end—Shouta—was sent flying into a piece of splintered wood and concrete.

What the—!...

Shouta barely had time to finish that thought.

A loud, pained grunt came from Aizawa when he hit the piece of the house and floor, back aching. But he was more focused on who had such strong arms to pull him like that. His eyes opened, his goggles pulled up slightly as he blinked.

His quirk should've erased Saiki's. Right?

How the hell are they that strong? And did they neutralize my quirk? Aizawa's eyebrows knitted together tightly in confusion and caution.

I need to interrogate them.

 

...

 

What in the world was that just now?

Saiki was flexing his arm that he had yanked forward, trying to get it to relax and make it stop hurting. It wasn't really hurting, it was just...sore.

A flying scarf?

"Hey. You."

Shouta called out, voice as menacing as always, eyes glued on the pink haired boy just in case he lunges.

"That was a harsh move you pulled there." He states, as if it wasn't already obvious. "So spare me a turn."

"You wanna tell me why you're causing a ruckus on my day off?" He questioned, eyebrow slightly raised.

Saiki's eyes shifted toward Aizawa, and he put his arm down to his side. He's still up? Damn it, now I have to deal with that guy.

After Saiki didn't answer, Aizawa stepped forward a bit. "My name's Aizawa." He states. "People call me Eraserhead. It's my hero name." He adds and continues, checking the boy for injuries. He recognized a high schooler from an adult.

Saiki nods, and telepathically communicates over to him—"Kusuo. Kusuo Saiki."

"Well, Saiki," Aizawa starts promptly, using his surname before his first name. A matter of respect, that's all. He was still unsure if he was hostile or docile, even if he wasn't actively attacking him. "Could you be kind enough to tell me what your quirk is?" He huffed, his voice slightly sarcastic at the 'kind enough' part. But he tried to hide it.

Quirk? Saiki stops, thinking about what the hell that could mean. What the hell is that?

"If you decline, then I might have to take you into custody." Shouta states. "You can't be using your quirk without a license. We need to get you checked for one. If you don't have one, you could be in trouble. Especially with the damages you caused." He continued, gesturing to the ruined house.

Well, I don't want things to get worse. Saiki thought to himself. Might as well play along. I'll figure out how to get out of here sooner or later...

Then, finally,

"Where to?" Saiki questioned telepathically, turning fully toward Aizawa.

Chapter 2: Abnormalities (Ep. 2, Capped)

Summary:

Everybody in U.A. and My Hero Academia were abnormal to Saiki. Saiki Kusuo was abnormal to them.

Everybody is weird to everyone, now all they have to do is figure out each other, and try to make it out even though everybody is equally as frustrated as the next person.

Notes:

REALLY EXCITED TO ERITE THE REST OF THE EPISODES

writing this after drawing about two new things w more in mind, sunglasses that are not mine on my face, about three hours of sleep under my belt, sensitive teeth because i got fillings at the dentist and i can remember the needle numbing my mouth and teeth, a cup from the dentist with 1/3 of coffee left, a large cup filled with apple juice, "There! Right There!" and my musical playlist playing loudly on my TV, singing, thinking about what I'm gonna do for my quincenera practices on Monday-Friday, when I'm going ice skating, and eating pizza.

ENJYO.

Hawks was sitting on the roof of a building at the edge with his wings still furled on his back.

He turned to his phone beside him, the screen open to the song "My Chick Sunglasses" by Damon Power. He slipped on his headphones, adjusting them on his head before pressing play on the song.

Keigo's wings unfurl and he lets them flap as he stretches his legs there on the very edge of the roof like he didn't care if he was about to fall off. The man finally finished stretching his legs, his wings flapping again and stretching themselves so they aren't as stiff as they were when he woke.

"Alright," Keigo hummed, his wings flapping once more as if sentient. "Time to head to work." He said, smirking at the world and himself. He bent his knees, and jumped up into the air, flying high, high up.

He let his wings stop once higher than the building, and plummeted down with adrenaline already pumping through every inch of his body. His wings start up again and up he goes, soaring through the air of Japan.

The hero went all around, doing his job easily and gliding through the early hours. Talking to a lady here and there and laughing along with her as she stared at him like he was treasure from his pretty face and marvelous wings. Or even taking down some villain or citizen doing minor offenses out in public with his feathers which pinned them to the wall behind them.

Even if they glared at him like they wanted revenge, he still smirked, and pointed over at them. "Now you stay put and think about what you've done." He ordered, almost like a parent scolding their child. His wings curled back up and he looked down at his pocket when it vibrated.

He reached into his pocket and took out his phone, looking at the caller ID of Hizashi. He clicked answer and put the phone up to his ear.

"Hey, Mic. What's up?—"

"HAWKS!!!"

Keigo took the phone away from his ear and held it out, eyes wide in shock and surprise. The person he pinned to the wall also recoiled when he did, blinking from the sudden yelling coming from the other line. 

Keigo blinked, then brought the phone to his mouth and quietly answered: "W-woah, let's take it down a notch—"

"i CAN'T 'TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH'  OKAY?! I NEED YOU TO HEAD OVER TO AIZAWA OVER AT (INSERT LOCATION ADRESS) IMMEDIATELY. THERE WAS A MASSIVE EXPLOSION, AND HE'S GOING TO NEED HELP —" "— Okay okay! I'm —" "— FOR A BIT. I'VE GOT TO MANAGE MY ONE, PRECIOUS CHICKEN DESERT, SO YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE —" "— heading there now! —" "— I CAN COUNT ON RIGHT NOW. GO!"

Click!

...

"Phew..." Hawks sighed in relief once the call ended, shoulders sagging a bit.

Good thing I wasn't his labor delivery doctor/nurse, Keigo thought to himself.

Hawks sighed, bending his knees and putting his hands in his pockets as he flew back up in the air.

Man...I can't believe doing hero work is this tiring, Keigo thought. I hope Aizawa's situation is resolved once I get there...

Hawks looked down to look for Aizawa and his situation, spotting the tired hero walking beside a pink-haired boy tied in his scarf, who was also wearing a uniform he didn't recognize. Hawks flew down, swiftly landing onto his feet as his wings flapped. Both Aizawa and Saiki turned to look at Hawks as he landed.

Hawks, with his wings out and glorious as always, smiled. "Welp, looks like things have been settled, huh?" He hummed, wings curling up onto his back.

Saiki looked him over.

A person with wings. Saiki analyzed him for a couple seconds before Hawks spoke again. "Man, didn't know kids these days are causing even more trouble." Hawks smirked, leaning forward with his hands still in his pockets. "And with such a handsome face, nobody would suspect a thing, huh?" He teased, hoping to rouse a laugh or smile out of Saiki. Instead, Saiki stare at him, unamused by him.

Hawks let his shoulders sag a bit and he laughed, mainly at himself. "Not much of a talker, huh?..."

"Enough praising the kid," Aizawa said, crossing his arms. "Don't you have hero work to do?" He questioned, glancing off to the side before turning his eyes back to Hawks, who smiled again and straightened up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, Mic sent me your way," Hawks shrugged in addition to his answer. Aizawa sighed and nods, pulling out his phone. "I'll tell him to meet us back at U.A." He said, opening up his and Hizashi's texts. 

 

...

 

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MADE ME DROP MY CHICKEN---AND FOR WHAT?!"

Hizashi yelled so loud Aizawa swore his eardrums would rupture if he didn't get his brain shaken out of his head from all the rough shaking Hizashi was doing.

"JUST TO SPRINT ALL THE WAY HERE LIKE A MANIAC?!"

Aizawa finally got the chance to talk, glaring at Hizashi, voice rising but not quite yelling. "Weren't you the one who told me to 'go on ahead'?!" Aizawa exclaimed once Hizashi stopped shaking him. Then Hizashi went right back to shaking him. "YEAH, TO GO ON AHEAD—NOT ABANDON ALL SENSE OF TIMING —"

Saiki was standing next to Hawks who was scratching the back of his head, both males staring at the other two arguing and at hizashi yelling and shaking Aizawa like a madman.

"— AND MAKE ME CHASE AFTER YOU LIKE SOME CHICKENLESS LUNATIC!"

Saiki continued staring, thinking to himself.

Didn't know certain adults could be this chaotic. He almost reminds me of dad...

Saiki looked to the side when he felt and heard somebody ese arrive, eyes landing on Toshinori who had his arms crossed where he stood.

Toshinori blinked when he spotted Aizawa and Hizashi.

Hizashi was on the floor on his knees with Aizawa's scarf choking him and barely allowing him to yell. Aizawa had activated his quirk, hair up and red eyes staring at Hizashi as he yelled.

"NO WAIT—I'M SORRY! PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST LET ME GO—I PROMISE I-IT WAS —"

Hawks blinked from where he was watching the two, turning when he spotted Toshinori. He smiled, and raised a hand to wave. "Yo, All Might!" He hummed.

"— JUST A JOKE- AIZAWA PLEASE! JUST LET ME GO! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU FOR THE WHOLE WEEK I SWEAR—"

 

...

 

Nezu was sitting in his office, reading a paper about what had happened with Saiki.

He cleared his throat and spoke up, pointing at the paper with his paw. "It says right here you landed on someone's home, young man!" Nezu smiled, his voice that same happy voice he always kept.

Saiki, who was wearing quirk cancelling cuffs that didn't even do anything, blinked and stared at Nezu like he grew two heads.

A mouse is talking to me.

A mouse. In a suit. 

This is the principal?...

Toshinori looked over at Aizawa, both men a few feet behind Saiki while he was occupied with Nezu.

"Hey, Aizawa..." Toshinori called out, making Aizawa turn his head a bit to look at him. He urged him to continue with a look. "You said earlier, during your fight..." Toshinori started. "...that...your erasure didn't work on him?" Aizawa hummed lowly, turning his eyes to look back at Saiki and Nezu before answering. "Didn't even flicker." He finally answered. "I was thinking it could've been a quirk that nullifies those around him." He suggests, arms still crossed, weight on one foot.

He sighed. "But I'm not sure." He stated. "There's no trace of any quirk of the sort, besides mine."

Toshinori sighed lowly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, that's a bummer..." He mumbled quietly.

Then they turned back to Nezu who spoke again.

"Well, however you got here, young man, —" Nezu hummed happily, putting the paper down on the desk, paw on top of the other on top of the paper. "— you've certainly left a mark and made a hell of an impression!"

Then Nezu turned to Aizawa and chirped happily, "Aizawa, could you call down Hitoshi Shinsou?" He hummed. "I believe his quirk might help us clarify a few things!"

"Right away, sir." Aizawa nods, and Saiki glanced over at him.

"Now then, Saiki," Nezu said, making Saiki turn back to him. "You'll be moved to another room shortly. Nothing invasive," Nezu smiled and assured him. "Just a few more questions and we'll figure out what to do with you!"

 

...

 

Shinsou was standing in the training field, in his training uniform while stretching out his limbs. The boy turned to his pocket when his phone sounded, and he fished it out of his pocket, answering Aizawa's call.

He put the phone up to his ear and answered. "You need me with anything?" He questioned.

Notes:

Lmk if there are any grammar mistakes! Also open to critiques!

Chapter 3: Detectives and (un)successful interrogations (Ep. 3, Probe)

Summary:

Shinsou prides himself in being able to interrogate people successfully. His brainwashing makes it incredibly easy, and it's always quick. Well, that was until Saiki came around. Even though the pink-haired boy was oddly compliant, Shinsou still didn't like the fact he couldn't brainwash this boy like he could with everyone else.

So they had to call over Tsukauchi to get a successful interrogation out of Saiki.

Notes:

Guys the ao3 curse is slwly hitting me there were groups of ants on my shower walls.

Update: I can't walk on my right calf because it hurts so bad I might get a cramp and there's a mysterious bump on my armpit that may or may not be a pimple but it is NOT I know it's not I am now confused

anyway heres the next chapter

Tsukauchi was in his room, looking at gods know what on the board full of thumbtacks and files to investigate, along with what he's writing on the laptop.

He was drinking coffee like his life depended on it. At this point it felt like it did. He drank it every second of the day to stay awake and get enough energy to continue doing his work as a detective. When he went to walk out of his office to get some other papers and refill his almost empty coffee cup, he made sure to take a large drink to be able to tell himself he can make it through whatever this hectic day has to give him.

 

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Saiki was sitting on one side of the double sided mirror, at the metal table, waiting for someone to walk in.

On the other side, Aizawa turned to look at Toshinori who was standing next to him. "You sure this plan will get him to talk?" Aizawa questioned, arms crossed.

Toshinori waved his hands and shook his head slightly. "Hey, don't point fingers at me! I'm not the one who made this plan..."

"Besides, given your experience with him, I doubt this'll be easy." He adds, hands on his hips while Nezu jumped, trying to reach for the table to get on it and struggling in the back.

"He did look off since we left the office." Aizawa said, and Nezu finally jumped and reached the top of the table, slightly out of breath.

"Not really...in fact, I'm surprised you'd notice anything at all." Toshinori answered as Nezu finally threw his leg over the table and climbed on. Then he stood on top of it. Toshinori spoke again, and Aizawa turned back to the room where Saiki was in behind the glass. "But let's just see how this'll play out."

Ssiki, meanwhile, was sitting with his hands in his lap, bored out of his mind for a psychic like him. This is such a drag, he thought to himself.

I could just teleport out of here and erase their memories, there in his thought bubble, a little Saiki bonked little Aizawa, Toshinori, and Nezu with a bat, before going back home to continue where I left off. There, his thought bubble shows little Saiki sitting in bed eating his coffee jelly in peace. For once.

However, there's just one problem.

...

I'm curious.

Aizawa was still looking and keeping his eye on Saiki who was staring blankly at nothing on the other side of the glass. He turned when he heard the door open, where Shinsou walked in.

"Shinsou," he called out as Shinsou walked in. "You're late."

"Uh-huh, yeah, thanks for the heads up." Shinsou responds, tired and bored as he goes through the door to the interrogation room behind the glass.

Aizawa stared for a second, then turned back with a low and annoyed: "Tch, kids..."

Then a small smile behind his scarf.

Ssiki looked up at Shinsou as he walked in and sat in front of him.

"Now, let's make this quick." Shinsou states, sitting and leaning back in the metal chair. He looked back up at Saiki, meeting his eyes.

Who's this guy? Saiki wondered, eyebrows knitted together like always. I wonder what his ability is.

Shinsou was now leaned on the table with his elbow, staring at Saiki mainly to analyze him first. This'll be a breeze. Just brainwash this guy and get the hell out of here... he thought to himself. Well, to himself and Saiki.

Ah. Saiki thought. Laboring people.

"I'm trying to make this quick," Shinsou huffed again. "So I'll keep the first question simple."

"Your name, please?"

Kusuo Saiki.

Both Saiki and Shinsou stared at each other for what could've been eternity from Saiki's telepathic communication rather than verbal—leaving Shinsou's quirk useless in this situation.

Shinsou narrowed his eyes, as if trying to see if his quirk was working.

Saiki didn't do anything for a moment, sighed internally, then let his face go wack and let drool fall from his open mouth in a terrible attempt to appear brainwashed to him and anyone behind the glass.

Shinsou's face went blank as he stared at him in disbelief and confusion.

Ssiki closed his mouth to stop it from fake drooling.

Too obvious?

"OI, WHAT THE HELL?!"

Shinsou shoved himself up from the chair, nearly making it fall backwards.

Aizawa stared back at Shinsou through the glass, both him and the other two in confusion.

His quirk didn't work!?

"As I thought," Nezu smiled, making both Toshinori and Aizawa turn to him. "He speaks telepathically."

"Meaning quirks like Shinsou's would be utterly useless against him."

"But—wait," Toshinori's eyebrows knit together in even more confusion. "That doesn't explain why Erasure didn't work on him." He brought up, gesturing to Aizawa who also had his eyebrows furrowed, arms still crossed.

"And that is why we might be needing some assistance." Nezu hummed happily. "Aizawa could you please escort Shinsou out of the room while I call a friend?"

I don't know why they expected his quirk to work on me. Saiki thought to himself, watching Shinsou leave the room in frustration and confusion. I'm an anomaly in their world. They shouldn't expect it to work.

But I guess they have reason. That boy's quirk seems to work on everybody else who talks to him. Saiki turned back to the table once the door shut, back to staring at nothing. I wonder what they'll do now.

 

---

 

Tsukauchi put his cup into the coffee maker, pressing the button at the top as the coffee dispensed into the cup.

He watched it dispense until it finished, taking the cup and drinking from it before turning to the printer where he was printing papers, probably for the case he's working on in his office. 

Beside him, Tamawaka Sansa walked up to the table he was at and plopped down a giant stack of papers with a low grunt. He turned to look at Tsukauchi and smiled, hands behind his head. "Morning, Tsukauchi. You're up early again." He hummed happily.

"Sansa." He greets with a nod, putting his cup down. "Yeah—printer was free. Figured I'd seize the rare moment." He answered, grabbing his small stack of papers and tapping them on the table to line them up.

Then he glanced up at the giant stack of papers Tamawaka had placed down.

"That your haul for today?" He asked. Tamawaka sighed, leaning against the top of the paper stack. "Unfortunately." He answered. "I swear the reports breed overnight." He hissed slightly, annoyed. "Two more surveillance requests, one reassignment notice, and something I think was meant for the Public Safety but found its way here." He explained, listing off what he could remember. 

"Hmph, they do love to share the love." Tsukauchi smiled and teased. Then he turned to his phone vibrating in his pocket, fishing it out.

"Who is it?" Tamawaka questioned. "Principal Nezu." Tsukauchi answered, putting the phone to his ear.

"Good morning, Mr. Principal." He greets. He paused to listen to him speak on the other end. "Uh-huh...yeah." Another pause. "Need help?" Pause. "Alright, I'll be there in five." Then he hung up.

"So, what did he say?" Tamawaka asked, tilting his head. "He says he needs a little help for an interrogation. They're doing." Tsukauchi explained, putting his phone back into his pocket. "You wanna come?" He offered.

"Ah, no thanks. I've got paperwork to do." Tamawaka waved off. "But good luck for your interrogation!"

"Thanks, good luck to you too."

 

---

 

"Sorry I'm late, I got stuck with traffic."

Tsukauchi said, as he walked into the room they were all sat in. He narrowed his eyes slightly when he noticed Shinsou sitting in the corner, forearms on his knees, with Aizawa's hand on his shoulder as if to silently console him. Shinsou looked more confused than anything.

Aizawa looked up once he heard Tsukauchi walk in.

Saiki looked over at Tsukauchi when he walked in and sat in front of him.

Great, another guy. He thought to himself, unamused.

"My name's Naomasa Tsukauchi—I'll be stepping in for the previous guy." Tsukauchi introduced, leaning against the table slightly. "Now, I'm not here for excuses or sidestepping. Just give me the truth—plain and simple."

Saiki's head slightly dipped down, eyes narrowed.

"Name and age?"

Kusuo Saiki. Seventeen.

"Your residence?"

Saiki's furrowed eyebrows relaxed only just a bit as if trying to figure out what to say.

...Osaka?

Tsukauchi, now leaned back in his chair, relaxed like this wasn't a big thing for him. "You hesitated, aand..." He brought up a finger, pointing at him. "That was a lie."

I'm just trying to get home.

"And you're not making it easy for either of us."

Saiki analyzed him for a quick second. Then thought to himself. I'll admit, he's good.

Then Tsukauchi spoke again.

"It says right here in your report that you crashed down into a resident's house from an approximately 50 feet fall and miraculously survived without injury. Is that correct?"

Saiki blinked in confusion, staring at the clipboard he had in hand. Where did you get that clipboard?

"That doesn't answer my question."

...

Yes. That is correct 

Tsukauchi nods, now leaned against the table again.

"You're not registered in any database, not even overseas. You're not in the national census. You don't even show up in school records. Like you don't exist." He leaned back in his chair, one hand out to vaguely gesture at him and nothing.

Maybe I'm just good at keeping a low profile.

"Well, 'I'm convinced'." He lied sarcastically. "But you still have a lot of questions to go."

From behind the glass, Toshinori spoke. "Tsukauchi seems to be handling this pretty well." He spoke.

"And we're only just getting started." Nezu hummed.

Tsukauchi turned back up to look at Saiki, then spoke again. "Excuse me, Kusuo."

...

"What's your quirk?"

Saiki's eyebrows didn't twitch. His expression didn't either. But he didn't want to be having any of this conversation anymore.

I just had to be curious.

I guess this is how I'm revealed.

...

Actually, I'm—

"Wait. Forget I asked."

Saiki blinked at Tsukauchi in slight confusion, especially from the sudden stop.

"It was a stupid question." Tsukauchi waved off with a slight, small, relaxed smile. "Mr. Principal already mentioned to me that you used a telepathic quirk." He explained, crossing his arms.

"Now, let's continue."

...Right. Saiki nods subtly.

 

---

 

"I apologize if you ever felt uncomfortable during your time with Detective Tsukauchi!" Nezu bowed down respectfully to Saiki, once back outside in the hallways.

It's fine, you don't have to apologize. Saiki stated simply.

"Ah, well, I can't help it." Nezu said with a slightly apologetic laugh. Then he looked back up at Saiki, and held out an envelope. "Here," he hummed. "I think you might find this quite useful.

Saiki stated down at the envelope. He could already see it was some sort of...invitation, just from X-ray.

He held back a sigh.

 

---

 

Tsukauchi settled into the front seat on his car, sighing.

...

"It could have been a fluke when your Erasure didn't work on him." Tsukauchi suggested to Aizawa, and Toshinori, there in U.A.'s hallways. 

"Maybe so..." Toshinori nods. "But in our line of work, we can't afford to bet on flukes." "I agree." Aizawa nods.

...

Tsukauchi's eyes narrowed slightly where he sat.

Notes:

LMK IF THERE ARE GRAMMAR MISTAKES IM OPEN TO CRITIQUES

Chapter 4: Unwilling Savior (Ep. 4, Entrance Exam)

Summary:

Saiki Kusuo has morals, sadly. He'd love to leave the person for dead, but he really doesn't want to let them die. Plus, he'd get a bad rep.

Notes:

Hi guys I wrote this in under an hour cus I kept forgetting so 🥀

Also this thing where bumps appear on my skin and get itchy have appeared again on my hands...and they've been on my feet for a while but I aint concerned

Saiki shut the door as he sat back in the car seat, sparing a glance to Principal Nezu—who was waving happily—and Toshinori who only had that small smile that was meant to pass off as friendly.

He couldn’t hear through the rolled up window (well, he was trying to block it all out), but he assumed Nezu had said something like “safe travels!” to him as the car drove away.

The road was bumpy, making the car bump as the driver drove through the streets.

Saiki looked at the envelope in his hand. He was honestly dreading having to open it. But he’d be fine. WIth a resigned sigh, he put the envelope to the side (he kept it on his lap, hand on it so it wouldn’t fly out of the window he just rolled down), and leaned against the open window, staring out at the awfully beautiful view.

But the air was all in his face, and it was annoying, so he stuck his head back in. 

 

 

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Eventually, Saiki got to his temporary apartment. At least he hoped It was temporary.

He opened the door, scanning the room quickly before stepping in. 

This place… Saiki thought, still scanning it. is marginally less terrible than from outside.

The bare minimum, yeah. But it’s better than being outside, truly. At least now he’s alone.

Whatever, Saiki continued thinking, making his way to his room. For now, I need to take a break. He sighed subtly as he sat on his bed. I can figure out the ‘getting home’ thing tomorrow.

He glanced out the window which already had the open blinds, showing the darkness of Japan now that it was nearing evening.

Oh, right.

 

…

 

Saiki stood and sat at the desk in the same room he was in, holding the same envelope Nezu gave him while at U.A. and the one he was holding in the car.

Dreadfully, he opened the envelope and took out the letter to read.

Or evening, or whatever hour this letter finds you—time is such a relative thing, isn’t it? Especially when one’s life is about to change.

You see, I am delighted to inform you that you will be participating in U.A. Highschool’s upcoming entrance exam! This decision was made after thorough review, multiple conversations (one of which you may remember involved a certain detective with a knack for honesty), and a unanimous agreement among key faculty members—namely, myself.

I won’t pretend U.A. is easy. The walls themselves seem to pulse with the echoes of footfalls heavier than their weight. But I will say this—where the strange, the…

Saiki’s eyes went back to one sentence in the second paragraph.

...you will be participating in U.A. Highschool’s upcoming entrance exam!

 

…

 

You can’t be serious.

Saiki felt his eye twitch, maybe once or twice, after reading that sentence.

Maybe if I just refuse to participate, I can avoid the mess and go home like a normal esper with dimensional travel problems.

Sure, that made sense.

Another problem is that I don’t exactly know if I can travel to other universes yet—or at least to be able to get out of this.

Damn it.

 

---

 

Great…

Saiki was now standing in front of U.A., dread being his main emotion. As it’s been this…past day or two.

POOF! Thought bubble!

I attempted to teleport my way back home first thing in the morning. A mini Saiki head appeared in the thought bubble where Saiki was explaining, disappearing soon after. Then coming back with a desert background as he continued. And I figured that removing one of my limiters reduces how much time I’d have to wait before teleporting again. Not the smartest idea, I’m aware. But I need to get home. Mini Saiki’s left limiter poofed out of his head after he stopped.

Then, it continues showing Mini Saiki teleporting and disappearing in many different areas.

It turns out I can’t get out of here. No matter how many times I try, I just end up at another random place in this world, instead. As you may know and as you can see.

Back to normal Saiki.

Meaning I’m stuck here unless one of these people have some kind of ability that can somewhat travel through universes. Which is absolutely almost impossible to—

Saiki moves his arm out of the way as a student bumps into him and falls onto their ass, looking up at Saiki as if they weren’t the ones who bumped into him. They had what seemed to be either a rabbit, bunny, or a hare’s ears and a quirk clearly related to it. WIth furrowed eyebrows, they glared at Saiki and exclaimed—”Hey! Watch it!”

Excuse me?

He’s been standing there for, like, ten minutes. How is this his fault?

“Don’t ‘excuse me’!” The bunny person exclaimed, standing and pointing at him. “Next time just don’t stand in the way!” They were significantly shorter than Saiki was. He had to look down at the person to meet their eyes. Not all that special. Black scleras like that pink girl he’s seen. 

Saiki blinked in response. Why didn’t you just go around…? Of course, he knew this was kind of a stupid question because it’s no use fighting someone like them. Especially if they’re pinning the blame on him when he wasn’t doing anything except standing.

 

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“WHAT’S UP, UA CANDIDATES!”

That aggravating voice was back. Saiki knew him as Present Mic.

“Welcome to the official orientation of UA HIGH!” He exclaimed from the stage. “I am your host—”

“—your guide, your sonic shepherd through this auditory adventure—”

“—PRESENT MIIIIIIIIIC!”

Good grief, it’s this guy again.

“Now, let’s not beat around the bush, listeners—” Hizashi leaned forward, one hand on his hip. “You came here to put your quirks to the test!”

Not really, it's against my will.

“To show the world you’ve got what it takes to stand tall when the ground quakes and the skies fall!”

I agree even less now.

Hizashi extended his arms out wide, just like his smile. “The mock battle will take place in an urban environment!”

“Scattered across this arena are three types of faux villains—” The screen behind Hizashi then switched to show a picture of some buildings all together. “Robotic baddies built to give you a taste of real field action!” He continued. There on the screen, silhouettes of the faux villains showed. 

“Each individual robot has their own number of points which you’ll have to tackle A LOT of ‘em in order to pass!” He continued explaining. The first robot had “1P” on top of it, the second had “2P”, and the third had “3P”.

Three? Saiki questioned, looking down at the paper he had in hand, where he saw a fourth labeled “D”. The previous three were A, B, and C with a key to the side showing how much each was (1P, 2P, etc). However, they were accompanied by a fourth “D” which had 0 next to it on the key.

That seems about right.

“After I drop the mic here, you’ll head to your specific battle center. Sound good?” Hizashi smiled where he stood on stage.

Saiki then looked at his ID. That was when he spotted the same bunny person a few feet away from him, staring and holding their ID intently. 

I must prove that I’m much stronger than they think! Their thoughts read.

She seems determined, Saiki thought.

“Oh, and I forgot to mention!”

The students, and Saiki, all turned back to Hizashi on the stage. “The score will also be determined on how well you each perform!" He smiled. “So, no camping, no teams, and items off.” He said, waving his finger, other hand back on his hip. 

“Npw that all of that is settled—” He hummed, holding out his arms again. Then threw them up. “Give it your all, and go beyond PLUS ULTRA!” Hizashi exclaimed, much more happier than some of the students. Like Saiki.

 

 

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What a drag, Saiki thought, standing under the clear sky. Let’s just get his over with already.

A hand then landed on his shoulder, where a student had let their hand rest with a smile. “Yo, pink hair guy!” The blonde, tan-skinned student said. They seemed to have a white mark of some sorts under their right eye. (Well, his left.)

“Go do your best out there, man. I see you have potential!” He beamed.

Do I know you? Saiki asked. He knew better than to trust kind words.

“ALRIGHTYYY FOLKS!!” Hizashi yelled. “You all got ten minutes on the clock!” He said from atop a building, knelt on one knee while looking over the edge at the students. “So what’re you all standing there for? Go, go, GO!!”

Saiki glanced back behind him.

Everybody was gone.

 

…

 

This is it! I can finally show them just how strong I am now!

The bunny girl thought as she ran with as much force in her legs as she could. 

My quirk doesn’t make me weak! Over my dead body!

Meanwhile, Saiki teleported into a dark alley where he was pressed against the wall.

This should be enough. He thought to himself. If I stay here, I can complete with zero points, and leave this place without getting involved. It’s the perfect plan.

Saiki glanced outside of the alley.

Bunny girl kicked the head of a green robot with four robotic legs and a tail, landing back on the floor and running from it’s ammunition before jumping into the air in a front flip and reappearing as a bunny.

She ran under the monster to disorient it quickly, and managed to hit it in the same spot again.

“Yo, team!” The blonde guy yelled, flipping some of his hair out of the way with an excited smile. “Sharing is caring, people.” He hummed.

“So leave sum’ for me, ‘kay?” He said, a blue disc-like blade appearing from his hand. “Cuz’ I’ll show ‘em hell.”

Then, he ran forward, jumped, and let the blue blades now on both hands slice through the robot before he landed. Behind him, the robot exploded shortly after he landed, making for a cool cutscene of some sort.

Okay, this is quite intense for an exam. Saiki thought, blinking and staring at them after they finished fighting. Then the same aggravating voice broke through his thoughts.

“Three minutes left, everybody!” Hizashi exclaimed loudly.

 

…

 

Back in the control room where they watched the exam from all angles, Nemuri Kayama—also known as Midnight, the R-rated pro hero—spoke up with the same, seductive smile she always kept. “This year’s candidates look very promising!” She said happily. Nezu responded with the same amount of cheeriness. “Indeed!” he nods, paws on his thighs where he sat. “Cementoss, I think it’s time to kick things up a notch.” He called out, looking at Cementoss.

Cementoss turned and nodded. “Right away, Mr. Principal.” He nods, walking over to a certain button with the label “Yaruki button” under it, which he pressed soon after.

From where Saiki and the other two students were, the ground shook and dust clouds suddenly arose. The bunny girl detransformed, glancing up at the dust clouds. The blonde boy kept his blue blades out, and Saiki peeked at the dust clouds as well.

There, a giant robot stood tall with multiple red…eyes? Lasers? God knows what. Everybody except Saiki then immediately ran toward it.

Welp, it was fun while it lasted. He thought. Time to leave—

“Hey!—Guys wait!—”

Saiki turned, where he spotted the bunny girl with her legs trapped under some rubble. It was only below the knees, but still. The girl struggled to move, tugging and trying to crawl out.

Saiki was now contemplating a couple of things.

As he thought, he heard her voice plead again.

“Anyone—please…help me!”

Shortly after glancing back and forth between leaving and helping her, he turned back to her.

All I ever wanted… She thought, still struggling. Just…a little less now.

Still, she remembered sitting in front of the TV where Mirko stood tall and proud.

Was to be a hero like her.

The robot’s arm listed, fist sharply and quickly coming down to hit her. She curled up a little, but paused when she didn’t feel it hit.

She glanced up, pinned ears bouncing up a little from her head, noticing the pink glow from behind her, and seeing Saiki standing there with his arm outstretched, the pink glow coming from his hand and where the fist was held in place before it could hit.

Saiki glanced up himself, and the glow disappeared as he brought his hand down. He bent his knees, and up into the sky where he advanced fast before stopping a bit taller than where the robot stood.

Saiki jumped onto its arm when it tried punching him with that same fist, running toward its head fast and advancing, the pink glow emitting from his hand again as he lifted it, then hit it square in the face. What a terrifying sight, to see Kusuo Saiki’s eyes as he punches you so hard even he’s sent back flying.

Bunny girl, meanwhile, is staring up in awe, gaping at Saiki, while Nezu has his arms up and is yelling about gods know what, while everyone else like Midnight, Cementoss, and the blonde keep their eyes trained on Saiki in thought. Nezu glanced over at Tsukauchi, who was also sat there among them.

”People don’t reveal their secrets until they believe someone else’s safety depends on it.” Nezu hummed to Nezu, in the flashback back in the U.A. halls. “If he really wants to stay under the radar, fine. But if he’s as moral as I think he is—he’ll understand why that might not be an option anymore.”

”And if I’m wrong…well, at least we’ll know what kind of secret we’re dealing with.”

”Also, the entrance exam is coming up. You wanna come watch?” Nezu offers the tired detective.

I wouldn’t hate to say it, Mr. Principal… Tsukauchi thought where he sat in the present time. Then he glanced back at Nezu who was already looking at him. But…you’re not wrong.

 

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ONE WEEK LATER

 

I have to admit.

If they didn’t serve coffee jelly in this world, everything around me would cease to exist.

Saiki thought to himself as he walked to his apartment again, holding a bag with coffee jelly in it. A small, pink bag. Cute.

Then he glanced down at the floor where another envelope was, next to his door.

Saiki didn’t take it. He walked in and shut the door.

 

…

 

Then he opened the door and dragged it in and into the air in front of him where he ripped the envelope in half. The small circle in it fell to the ground and clattered before settling, where a hologram was casted into the air.

"Greetings!!” Hologram All Might exclaimed. 

What. The. …

”You’ve certainly made quite an impression amongst our staff!” Hologram All Might said with that same, beaming smile. ”Even though you passed the written test, you got zero combat points in the practical exam.”

Saiki stared, unamused. Well, that’s what I was aiming for. This is a complete waste of time, can I—

”Fortunately, there were other factors. You see, the practical exam was not graded on combat alone.”

”So we have Rescue Points! A panel of judges watch, and they award points for heroic acts beyond just fighting villains.” Hologram All Might explained.

”Which means you, Saiki kusuo,” Hologram All Might points at the ‘camera’. 

”Have…PASSED!—”

Saiki stared in awe, mouth slightly agape in utter disbelief.

Notes:

Grammar mistakes LMKKKKKK and lmk if I missed any *'s to get rid of cus I wrote on Google docs then put the italics on here

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