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Top 20: Coffee Jelly Quirk

The first time Kusuo discovered his new ability was just a normal day. Like any other. After an average day at school— which is usually less enjoyable than he would've desired— he returned home and took out some coffee jelly to relieve his stress. While peacefully eating the blessed delight, the psychic held the container with both hands, can't helping his appreciation for his savior. But then, the space between his palms and the container glowed a bright white and just like that, the dessert was gone. Kusuo flailed his hands through the air in a panic, but no matter how hard he tried to will his sweet back, he couldn't find it. And it never returned.

One of the worst days of his life.

And here we are now. A few weeks later.

"I can't believe Nendou did that! That was so embarrassing!" Kaidou complained for the one hundredth time maybe on his way back from school. Good grief. If Kusuo wasn't used to loud voices in his head all the time, he would probably just jump into the nearest wall or something. "How dare he say I'm stupid?! Has he ever seen a mirror before?!" Kusuo guesses he has a point though. Both of them.

"I'm smart!" Kaidou testified, "I study, I'm good at improvising and I'm super aware of my surrounding!" he scoffed, "He's such a hypocrite." Kind of ironic for Kaidou to mention his surrounding— seeing that he's just a few steps away from falling right into an open manhole.

Kusuo sighs and catches the other teen with both hands, one on each shoulder from behind before he can take another stride that will ultimately lead him straight into the hospital. Well, he'll have to visit the sewers first.

Kaidou gasps slightly at the unexpected contact, promptly cutting off his rambling. But then, in an unexpected turn of events, Kusuo's palms start to glow. All it took was one blink of surprise from the pink haired psychic and just like that— Kaidou vanished.

Ah.

Uh oh.

Kusuo mentally berates himself. He should've practiced and explored the unwanted new ability, he knows, but he just chalked it off to some reaction when he's feeling particularly joyous or something and made a mental note to hold his coffee jellies with both hands anyway.

Hesitantly, he places both hands on his cheeks and tries to activate the power. His hands glowed but either than that, nothing happens. He waits a few minutes, tries again and again yet, nothing.

Good grief. How bothersome.  

~-*-~

Shun wakes up and his head hurts. Great. He swears to god if Nendou came from behind him and hit him in the head 'jokingly' again he's straight up just going to use his right hand's powers and wipe that gorilla's face off the planet.

His vision is a little groggy, so it takes him a few seconds to realize he's in some sort of alleyway… When did he get here? And that he's lying down on his back… Welp. Time to get up!

Shun places his hands on the ground beside him just to feel a gooey, slimy sensation on his left hand. Immediately, he shoots up to a sitting position with a disgusted yelp, tilting his head to look at the gross culprit that's irritating his bandages. There, right next to him, is a half spilled container of coffee jelly. He sighs. It's still gross as all crap but it sure could've been much, much worse. He wipes his hand on his pants and takes a look around him.

Last thing he remembers… is walking home from school with Saiki…

Shun bites his lip and tucks his knees close to his chest. This place doesn't seem familiar. He groans. This must be the work of Dark Reunion! They must have hit him with some sort of beam or something to knock him out and drag him to somewhere he wouldn't recognize and planted a sneaky, icky surprise for him to wake up to.

He shakes his head. Unfortunately for them, Shun is great with directions! He just hopes that Saiki is okay.

Eh, who's he kidding? Saiki's always okay!

Shun nods, content knowing his friend is most likely safe and places a firm hand to his right, ready to stand up, just to feel another sticky substance.

"Two traps!?" he cries, looking to his side. But this time, instead of being another coffee jelly packet— or any kind of dessert, really— there's a green blob covering his hand.

He gasps, launching up (without the help of his hands this time) and gags at… whatever that is. "Gross, gross, gross!" he groans as he wipes both his hands on his uniform. Mama's gonna kill him when she sees his clothes dirty like this!

Shun glares at the green substance and scoffs. "You're going to have to try harder than that!" he calls out to no one in particular— surely Dark Reunion is here somewhere, cupping one hand around his mouth while looking up— but not too close to his face though. Because ew. And then, when Shun looks back down to glare at the pathetic attempts to sabotage him, the green goop moves.

He can't help but stare in awe as other similar goo chunks slide from the sides of the tunnel to form one, massive pile of living sludge. With a face. Shun screeches.

Okay so it seems Dark Reunion really upped their shit. Holy fuck. What the hell even.

"Calm down, kid," the goo says. Like. Out loud. Shun yells harder. "Jeez. I'm just going to take over your body, okay? I'll make it quick."

"What?!" Shun screams, mind booting up again, "No, no! I don't think you will!" he declares with fake confidence. How did they even do that?! Is it even alive? Remote controlled? No— this isn't the time to think about this! Shun reaches down to his red bandages, ready to release all his strength on this unsuspecting fool. With only slightly trembling hands, he starts to unwrap the cloth surrounding his hands, starting from his wrist. But it only takes a moment for the sludge to lunge at him.

And then Shun can't breathe.

~-*-~

Izuku sighs, flipping through the damage Kacchan caused his notebook. He should really be careful about what he says to others. What if Izuku really would've taken his 'advice'? That just wouldn't be good— Izuku knows that much. Besides, he can't let mom down. He shakes his head. He knows Kacchan didn't really mean it but he should still be cautious.

"Hmph!"

Izuku startles and looks up from his burnt notebook to the alleyway right ahead where the strange noise came from. As soon as he figures out what's happening in the dim tunnel he freezes. There's some sludge villain engulfing and choking a young boy.

Without thinking, Izuku bolts to the scene. He flings the notebook that was in his hands to who knows where and strikes the sludge with his backpack, giving the other boy a second to breath before all his face holes are being suffocated again. Clawing at the villain uselessly, distantly from his pleading screams and frantic thoughts, Izuku is aware he's crying. He's always been a crybaby. And he really, really doesn't want to see someone die right in front of him. Especially if he could've done something about it.

"Please! Let him go!" Izuku screeches. The villain ignores him like he's harmless. Nothing to be worried about. Useless. Izuku cries, trying his best to reach the struggling boy's wrapped hands but to no avail.

Of course he can't do anything. He's Quirkless, after all. He can't be a hero. He's just a Deku. And he can't do anything to save this kid.

The boy notices him only then, Izuku's screams apparently also meshing with the boy's mind that must be running miles a minute and his eyes go wide. A second later, the boy manages to get a solid inhale and he turns his head as much as he can to look at the greenette straight in the eyes. From behind Izuku's fat, wet tears, he can spot pointed messy hair, untied uniform and sharp eyes that're also shedding tears; red that pierce through Izuku in a too familiar way. The teal haired boy opens his mouth to scream,

"Run! Save yourself! Don't worry about-" He cuts himself off just before taking a deep breath of air, bracing himself for another round of clogging that comes in no time.

Izuku sobs hard enough his nose stings and a wet snort breaks loose. His heart does a few weird squeezes and for a split second he panics a little more, wondering if the sludge had starting choking him too, but realizes it's his own fault and forces himself to breathe and try to think rationally. The actual goo part of the villain is too slippery, not solid enough and Izuku can't manage to get anything through it.

Useless.

No, no, no! This isn't the time to be thinking about himself! He needs to save this boy! He takes a step back to assess the situation more clearly. The choking teen is flaring his hand around, too fast for Izuku to catch, and he's staring horrifyingly into the sludge's eyes.

Eyes…

His eyes! The villain's facial features are solid!

Quickly as he can, Izuku thrust his hand through the goop in the direction to one of the closer eyeballs. The slime stops his momentum though, and he only achieves the slightest scrap of his finger against his eye, which is apparently enough to startle him enough for the teal haired boy to get another gasp of air. Which Izuku is grateful for.

The sludge villain raises a goopy hand and strikes Izuku with it, hurling the greenette a few meters away from them. The smack sends him rolling even after already colliding into the ground until his neglected bag cushions his stop. Now Izuku's scrapped all over his body from rolling on the hard pavement but he can barely feel it under all the adrenalin and he still gets up on two legs as fast as he can, wiping away snot and tears.

He can't let this kid die! He can't! He just can't! How is he ever going to be a hero if he can't even save one person?

In a frantic moment of panic mixed with determination, Izuku fiercely undoes the straps of his bag and rummages for anything that might be useful. He yanks out his pencil case and empties all the contents of it on the ground. In some ditch effort, he throws his All Might themed eraser at the villain, which doesn't help much but it does give the boy another millisecond to breath. All the time he can get. Izuku glares down at the items scattered on the pavement and lunges for the ruler— just what he needs! It takes him a couple frustrating tries to pick it up since his hands are still slippery and the ruler is lying flat on the ground like most rulers do but he manages to pick it up after a moment. With a cry of relief, the greenette sprints to the villain as fast as he can and thrusts the ruler into his eye.

Instead of injuring it like he had hoped, the wet eyeball just slips away on account of Izuku not being close enough to get a solid hit since he's too afraid and cautions that if he gets too close with his face the sludge will try to kill him, too. The villain is just too slick.

He can feel that sting in his eyes meaning he's going to start crying again as he steps back, lost on what to do. Nothing. He can't do anything. He's useless. He-

Crunch!

Izuku frowns with a sniff and looks down to see what he had stepped on.

It's an old, empty container with 'Coffee Jelly' written on it.

Huh.

In a surge of brilliance, Izuku picks up the container from its bottom with the hand that isn't wielding the ruler and takes a few more steps back from the creature to get a leading start. This is his only chance!

With the cries of the other boy and the last sliver of hot flaming hope coursing in Izuku's veins posing as motivation, the aspiring hero dashes into the scene once again. If he fails this, he's highly risking getting himself brutally killed as well by jumping right into the action. The moment his feet leave the ground in the highest jump he can try, Izuku uses the container to pull the eyeball he was aiming for towards him. Because of the round plastic parts that are meant to hold the coffee jelly in place— like a container— the eye gets caught inside it and the moment his hand exits the gooey blob, Izuku thrusts the ruler into the captured eye and it pops, spilling whatever it's made of onto the street below him, accompanied by a wail that thankfully isn't one of the boys'.

The villain at long last drops the teal haired teen onto the floor with a string of very colorful curses as he finally pays attention to the greenette with its one remaining eye but Izuku still holds his ground with a strong scowl.

None of them say anything for a few tense beats, the only sound interrupting what otherwise would have been a gnarly scene being the other boy's wet coughs and heaving. After another moment, the sludge scoffs, turns around flees the area. Immediately when the criminal is out of sight Izuku collapses onto his knees and tries to steady his breathing.

He did it! He saved someone's life!

But.

He let the villain go… And who knows how many people it's going to hurt now. If only he could've done more, stop it from hurting anyone else… Izuku sighs, looking at his right hand that's holding a container filled with eye… parts. He shudders and tosses it away from him. He should probably do something about it. But maybe later. He should also probably get a new ruler. He tosses that away too.

He wipes his eyes with the back of his wrists, looking around at the aftermath. The teal haired boy is still hunched over himself where he was dropped, knees and forehead pressed to the ground, covering his obviously still crying face, hands clutched around his shivering middle and green goop piled underneath the arch his body is making and Izuku has to stop himself from sobbing again just from the sad sight.

Cautiously, he inches closer to the other on his knees. "Hey…" he approaches sympathetically like how his mom greets him when he's sad and crying. But seemingly it gives the opposite effect because the boy flings his head back and upright to stare wide eyed at the other teen so fast Izuku wonders how he isn't puking again. The teal haired boy scrambles to get up then and the kneeling greenette holds his hands in front of him in swift concern, trying to show he doesn't want to harm the other, "I'm not-" he cuts himself off when the other teen bows down so deep he almost slams his head against Izuku's. Oh… He… he wants to thank-?

"I'm so, so sorry!" the boy all but yells. Well. That was unexpected.

"No, no! I'm sorry for wasting so much time-" Izuku tries to deflect greatly as he waves the hands that were in front of his face, cheeks heating.

"No, I shouldn't have let you get roped into Dark-"

"Please don't apologize! You're the victim!"

"But I should've been the one-"

"You did all you could and you did great! I'm to blame for just being too weak-"

"But it's all my fault-"

"NO!" Immediately after screeching that, Izuku clasped both hand on his mouth. He just yelled at person who was seconds away from dying! This kid most likely went through what easily could've been the most traumatic experience of their life and of course he had to make it worse. He looks down at his own shoes and dirty uniform in shame, not really sure when he got up from kneeling.

"Well. If you're so adamant, then…" Izuku looks up, yet unable to search the boy's eyes because he bowed down again, just as low, "Thank you so much! I, Kaidou Shun, am forever in your debt!" The greenette felt as if his eyes were about to pop right off their sockets.

"I-i-it's nothing! I-I just did what anyone would've done…" he blushed and waved his hands franticly around himself. Again.

"No, it's not!" The boy— Kaidou— straightened up, drool, vomit, goop, dry tears and snot staining his face but Izuku could still see clearly that he was also flushing, "You saved my life! You're my hero!"

"W-W-WHAT?!" H-HERO?! He must be kidding, right? All he did was play with some school equipment. He's in no way a h-hero! They barely know each other! "H-how am I a hero?" he asks, jumpy.

"You saved my life! Of course you're a hero!" and at that moment, when Kaidou was staring at him, face nervous with a light blush and a pout and starry eyes, Izuku felt something he never felt. A feeling he always dreamt of. He felt his eyes tearing up. Again. Eh, whatever.

"B-but… how can I be a hero when I don't have a- uh, when my Quirk isn't that useful?"

"Quirk?" Kaidou made a face, "I don't know what you mean, but as long as you save and help people, you're a hero. Isn't that, like, the definition…?" he trailed off when he saw the other full-on cry. Izuku can't help it. No one, in his entire life, said he could be a hero— let alone is one. That he can accomplish his biggest dream. "Oh, I see." Kaidou says, tone shifting and the aspiring hero had to hold himself from squirming. Did he figure out he was Quirkless? He's going to go back on his word and tell him to back off, right? Izuku sniffed, ready for rejection.

"You want to be a hero but no one believes you, is it? Well, let me tell you a story about myself." The freckled teen watched curiously as the other raised his right hand, "I have this super strong power in my right arm that I have to put these-" he points with his other hand to the red bandages, "-to seal them. Don't tell anyone but," Kiadou leans in, speaking more quietly now, Izuku latching to every word like he's climbing the side of a mountain and they're the grooves, keeping him up from falling, "There're these evil people who want to steal my power and use it— they're just that great!"

Izuku gasps. Kaidou must be going through so much; his Quirk is so strong people wish to steal it, but he's still taking the other seriously, even though he barely knows him. "That monster didn't give me time to take these off." He gestures again to his hands. "Now, believe it or not, a lot of people don’t believe me about my power! They say I'm just a coward and a liar and make fun of me. They think I'm even lying about the evil organization. But then, this one time this killer snake made its way to our classroom and lunged at this girl and I managed to save her!" he smiled proudly and Izuku couldn't help but stare at awe. This guy was so brave! The story seemed somewhat farfetched but he looks so genuine. Seriously, look at him! How can you not believe him? "Now let me tell you a secret, okay? I had no idea what I was doing— I thought I was gonna die!" Ah.

"And I felt so proud of myself when I took it down regardless!" Kaidou placed a firm yet gentle hand on Izuku's shoulder as he felt his lip tremble, hinting at another crying fit. "You're just like me! It doesn't matter what people think or say. Being a hero is all about your actions! And going by your actions you just made…" he looks him right in the eye as he gestures with his other hand at some of the green goop that stayed behind…

Kaidou looks so much like Kacchan, Izuku noticed. From the way he wears his uniform— even with the bonus of the sliced edges to his collar, cuffs and bandages that Kacchan doesn't even have— to his hairstyle which looks kind of like a mixture of Izuku's and Kacchan's but with Kacchan's light color and to those, sharp red eyes. He really does looks like him. But. Well. He's shorter and with a Quirk like his, it's really a wonder how he isn't treating him like the blond would in this moment. Instead of telling him he didn't need his help or asking him how he did it, the boy promptly went to blame himself, thinking it was his fault for not using his strong Quirk. And then he went to thank Izuku. If anyone's a hero, it's Kaidou. But the greenette held his breath, waiting for Kaidou's final blow,

"You totally have potential of being a hero!"

The dam broke. Izuku curled into himself, clutching at his sides and watching the ground as tears hit the concrete. His nose stings from sniffing so much and his eyes feels sore but. This. This is what he wanted— needed to hear all his life. And he never in his wildest dream would've guessed it would come from a random teenager from a different school he saved after he got suicide baited by his childhood friend. He shakes his head, staring blurrily at the ground.

It's not about how brave you are or how powerful your Quirk is… it's about trying until you succeed, isn't it? Izuku folds until his chin hits his chest, loud sobs and whines escaping his form. He knows— he knows! That Kaidou is just one kid; someone he doesn't even know. And Izuku still isn't confident in himself one-hundred percent yet. He knows this is going to be hard. That he's going to have to try harder than anyone else. But this is the first person that had told him that he can. He can be a hero. And maybe Kaidou will regret saying that if or when he learns the truth about Izuku's Quirklessness, but for now he'll try his best to trust what Kaidou says. From a different person who has lots of potential to be a great hero to an aspiring one. And Izuku thinks his first step should be getting supportive friends.

"Oh. You're crying… What am I supposed to- uhm uh please don't-"

"I'm fine." Izuku tilts his head to give the concerned boy a sloppy smile underneath the fountain that is his face.

"Okay, good." Kaidou huffs, "Uhm. I think I should go check up on my friend, so…" he turns to leave.

"W-wait!"

"Hm?"

"C-can I- uh. We- can we exchange phone numbers?" he croaks.

Kaidou raises his eyebrows for a moment before smiling kindly, red eyes that resemble ones that always used to alarm him shine with understanding, "Sorry," Kaidou says, "Mama told me not exchange numbers with strangers."

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Top 19: Green Garbage Bin Quirk

"Wow, dude. You really fucked up." Toritsuka says from his spot on Kusuo's bedroom's floor, leaning on the bed.

"Not helping."

"Why don't you tell his parents you've signed him up to some, like, camp or something? I dunno." Aiura suggests from her position on the bed itself, twirling a blond strand of hair around her finger. "You can make us look like him to tell them."

"His mother would definitely ask a million questions she would google search answers for anyways. And she would most likely want to sign him up herself." Kusuo sighs in frustration. The first thing he did after Kaidou disappeared was to mind control everyone to forget him except for the few who know about his psychic powers, and take away all evidence of his existence— which he managed to do in less than two hours. Yeah, maybe it's mean but he'll revert it back when he retrieves Kaidou. Which is something that he will do. Also he doesn't care how cold it is. "And we don't know how long he'll be gone."

"This is truly a pickle we found ourselves in," Touma babbles, "on the one hand, not only are we dealing with an ability Kusuo is still learning to control and undo, and we are unaware on what happens to the subjects of the 'glow', and on the other hand we still need to deal with the consequences of the now and here and it's important to note that even though with the case of Kaidou disappearing and Kusuo not being able to find him with clairvoyance that we're most likely to think that Kaidou is wiped out of the planet for good but as we learned before, Kusuo's abilities always revert everything back to normal at some point due to the fact that a slice of life-"

"We're kind of useless here." Toritsuka cuts the blond off nonchalantly, "We know just much as you do, Saiki. Even less."

"Sorry babe, but we're kinda stumped."

Kusuo grimaces. They're right. If anyone is going to know about his abilities the best is him. If only there was someone who knew about Kusuo being a psychic that was also smart and useful…

Wait…

No.

He wouldn't-

No, no he shouldn't be absurd. He would never ask-

But.

This is a very serious situation, though... and-

Ugh.

Kusuo sighs, bringing his hand to his temple. "I think I know what my next step should be."

       ~-*-~

Maybe it was too much for Izuku to ask Kaidou to be his friend. Sometimes hearing that you can accomplish your number one dream after a decade of literally everyone saying otherwise, you kind of forget you don't know that person. He knows that he shouldn't press on people who say no, but he still feels like it was a lost opportunity. Kaidou could've been a very helpful asset for keeping Izuku's hopes up during all this… Like. A good friend. But didn't Kaidou say he wants to be a hero too or something like that? He doesn't know what school Kaidou's uniform belongs to, but he knows it's not U.A… so maybe he, too, will be applying there? With a Quirk so strong people wish to keep it for themselves, then surely he'll be able to get into U.A. if he applies! Izuku nods. Just all the more reason to try his best to pass the entrance exams!

There's a commotion from a few blocks away that catches Izuku's attention. A villain attack? Maybe a pro will be there!

Izuku excitedly pulls out his notebook that he thankfully remembered to pack back as he ran towards the scene. He pushes through the crowd to get as close as he can, ready to see all the action but instead his heart drops when he recognized not only the criminal, but the hostage as well.

Kacchan is right there, suffocating just like the other boy did before, sharp red eyes wide in pain. If Izuku… if Izuku just would've been able to take down the sludge earlier, the blond wouldn't be suffering now. It's all his fault, he realizes. And the pros stopped trying to save him. If no one does anything, he's going to die! Izuku might not be able to take down the villain… but he might be able to save someone from them a second time!

Izuku drops one of his bag's straps from his shoulder to get better access to the smaller pockets and pulls his ruler form one of them. In the end, he decided to keep it as some sort of memorial, though he would need to wash it thoroughly aside from halfheartedly wiping it on his shirt when he gets home, but now he's really glad he kept it, because he can use it again! Although he didn't keep the coffee jelly cup. That was just nasty.

He looks around for some sort of bowl shaped object to scoop the one remaining eye out with but a booming voice cuts off any and all thoughts that were scurrying off inside his brain. When Izuku looks back towards the scene, the sludge villain was in the midst of exploding by All Might's punch. The greenette watches with wide eyes and an even wider gap between his jaw and the rest of his skull as his favorite pro hero of all time takes down the sludge villain, thus freeing Kacchan, like it was nothing; Izuku clasping the ruler like he's latching off a rope and cheering with the rest of the crowd all the while. He falters at that thought. Someone who took Izuku almost sacrificing himself and help from his surrounding, that just ended up with them fleeing anyway, took All Might the bare minimum and he was able to take them down in a second.

He stares as the press bombards the pro hero with their press stuff.

But… All Might is the number one hero… and Izuku's just a Quirkless— no, Quirks have nothing to do with this, don't they?— untrained teenager with no experience in hero work. He levels his glare at his ruler and feels a strange emotion swell up in his chest. One that he hasn't felt in a while towards himself. Pride.

But he doesn't waste too much time in his own head before he's dashing towards Kacchan. He steps around the all too familiar goop and places a gentle hand on the blond's shoulder from the back where he's talking to a pro that's busy complimenting him on his endurance. "Kacchan…" the aforementioned teen snaps his gaze back over his shoulder.

"Deku?" he spits as he eyes Izuku's state— which isn't really good with the earlier sludge villain incident. "The fuck do you want." red sharp eyes bore into him. Yet this time they're neither kind nor understanding.

"I wanted to check if you're okay-"

"What. You saying I can't handle myself?" he grits, "Think you're better than me or some shit, Deku?"

"Wow, you're really crappy."

"THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?!"

Ah, oops. He didn't mean to say that out loud.

~-*-~

Maybe Shun should've exchanged numbers with the green haired kid. Because it's already when the last glimpse of light from the sun sinks into the ocean and the unforgiving cool darkness of the night begins. As in. It's late. And Shun is lost.

Not that he would ever admit that out loud but. This isn't. Hidari Wakibara. Or any place he remembers, really. So.

Not to mention that he had left his phone in his school bag that he doesn't have with him, so he can't contact his mother. Shun tries to not think about that too much. About how Dark Reunion managed to kidnap him but instead of using that to their advantage they just left him… somewhere. Or how that slime monster is even, well, a thing or how he told the guy who saved his life that he's in his debt but didn't even exchange numbers with him. He doesn't have his phone, anyways. And he most certainly doesn't try to think about how he was useless against the monster even though he's the Jet Black Wings or how he barely had seen anyone walking the streets where he is for a while now.

He's just going to… focus on walking. Until he comes across a place or a person he knows. Or Saiki. Gosh, he really hopes Saiki is okay.

Shun is shivering. But that's because the green slime that soaked into his uniform is making the cool night even colder and he tucks his hands under his armpits in an effort to warm himself up. He's not shivering because he's crying. He isn't crying. Did he forget to mention that? Well he isn't shaking or sniffing from the crying that isn't taking place right now. Nope. It's just super cold! On days like this he wishes he could cuddle next to Hairo like he's a human furnace with the rest of the freezing class. But it would be kind of weird and awkward if he did that alone. He wouldn't want to cuddle him for comfort if that's what you were wondering. It's very, very cold is all.

Passing by the unrecognizable buildings and flickering streetlights, with no place that seems safe to visit or people to ask for help from, Shun brings himself into a slim alleyway, behind a large metal garbage bin to be cold alone from any person that might pass by. Now that he isn't walking or searching for a sliver anything familiar, Shun's mind is forced to think.

Dark Reunion, while sabotaging him very frequently, had never done anything in this scale. Sure they stole a pencil, umbrella or his bento here and there, spilled his drinks sometimes, canceled his favorite programs, made him late for school and much more just so he would weaken and they would have a better chance to steal his power. Of course it never worked on the Jet Black Wings! Because he's strong! Powerful!

But now… now he feels weak. He's lost— in more ways than one— and he's alone and he can't stop not crying. His family and friends must be worried sick about him. How could he let this happen? How is the Jet B- no, fuck that. How is Shun, just a teenage boy that relies on his lies and delusions to seem cool in front of his friends, brother and— most pathetically— himself, get in this situation in the first place? And what in the actual living fuck was that slime monster? He sobs, leaning on the garbage bin's side and tucking his face in the corner between the green trash container and the dirty, smelly wall. Green like the hair and eyes of the one chance he had to remotely sort this out but screwed that, too.

Crying into a metal trash bin isn't as bad as Shun thought it might be. It isn't good. In any means. But compared to the drench that is Shun, the actual garbage bin is just normal smelling in comparison. The metal is cold, making his shaking worse because it is actually cold and it isn't as comfortable as he would've liked against his body. It's leagues below what he is used to or what he wants. But in his situation, Shun will take what he can.

He has half a mind to just straight up crawl into the bin, sleep on the garbage bags and close the lid above him but he risks laying on shards of glass or liquid or equally dangerous and gross items and/or encountering some sort of animal or bugs crawling all over him while he sleeps. So no thank you.

He hunches over himself, huddling into the tightest human ball he can form to combat the cold as he closes his tired, cool from the cold air hitting wet, eyes. Hoping this is all some sort of nightmare and he would wake up tomorrow in bed, Sora banging on his bedroom's door to come down to the delicious and healthy breakfast mama made and he would give each and every one of his family members a hug. Sora will complain until she would hit him in the gut, Toki will hold him back with a bone crushing hug and ask what the occasion is and mama will act confused and concerned and would tell him he's just making excuses to not do whatever he should be doing but would still hug back and kiss the top of his head.

Shun has stopped crying at this point; stuck between consciousness and dreaming. Like when you try to sleep in a moving car and you're half dreaming— you're still distantly aware that you're in a car and that you are, in fact, sleeping but you still believe that whatever that's happening to you in your dream is real and happening in real life, like how most dreams work. Shun dreams about green slime and green hair he took for granted, even though he owed his life to it and green bins and how that even in the wildest dreams, you would still think that everything is normal. That in most dreams, you don't suspect it's a dream and if you did, you could probably control it or wake up if you wanted to. He dreams about swirling green goo with yellow eyes surrounding him and he distantly knows he's only thinking it, but it feels so real at the moment.

"Despair…" the slime monster utters lowly towards Shun. Is that how it sounded like? "And dread…" there's a hum and the creature is so close that Shun is prepared to take a deep inhale if need be. It's so close its body heat radiates onto Shun. But didn't the goop make him cold…? "So alone… I can feel it!" the monster chuckles quietly and it's not the laugh Shun remembers. If he concentrates enough, he could probably realize that this is a dream and wake up to his cold, empty alleyway and his cold, harsh garbage bin. But dream Shun is only focused on why he can't move his hands to take the bandages off and if any other person will come to save him this time.

The monster giggles again, higher pitched than what he thought it sounded like. "I love it! You're trembling so hard! Is it me?" The slime monster swerves around him and Shun feels himself get nauseas. Has it started to drown him? "If I keep talking will you become sadder? Please become more blue for me, little boy!" it cackles and he's sure it sounds too girly and high pitched to be the same slime monster. "Are you having a nightmare? You're trembling in your sleep, tee-hee!"

Nightmare.

Shun shoots his eyes open to witness… well, it's not the slime monster, but there is a strange woman way too close to his face. She's bent over the knees and staring right into him. He freezes when he registers her. It's too dark to see clearly, but there's deep purple-blue glow surrounding them in blurring loops, strands of fuzzy navy coming out of what seems like Shun's temples lazily fly to the lady's own. With the help of the ominous lights that only brighten after Shun realized what he's seeing, he can spot slick, dark magenta hair— or it might be bright purple?— draped on both shoulders and bright blue eyes glaring at him.

The woman also seems surprised upon him waking up, but after the glowing increases she smiles wider and giggles, apparently happy with the light's progress. "You're scared, aren't you? I can feel all your happy feelings!" she inches closer, smile widening. And Shun might have suspected he would be scared if he ever got this close to a girl but this is a bit much, "They're so pure! Heehee, you must be such a wholesome young boy!" He rushes to stand, almost decking the woman in the head in the process. Some of the blue strands of light stick to his head as he steadies himself, while some seem to float around a bit before they redirect back to his head rather than the woman like earlier.

She's standing up now, hands sill propped on her hips and he can see what she's wearing. She kind of looks like a jogger; light grey tank top, black running shorts and dark snickers but the illusion is ruined with the oversized red leather jacket she's wearing. She's only a little taller than him, less then he thought she would be and looks to be maybe in her early twenties. But all that doesn't matter, because this time he's not going to get hurt.

"Back off!" he shouts, placing a hand firmly in front of him so she'll be at least an arm's length away, geez, "What's your purpose? Who sent you? Was it Dark Reunion?"

The woman coos, "Ooh, what is this? Hope? Confidence? Gimme gimme!" she laughs cheekily and a bunch more blue light sail towards her from the boy. Shun can feel himself lose his nerve, but he can't retreat now! He's the Jet Black Wings!

"You haven't backed away like I asked," Shun declares, "So I guess I'll have to make you!" he starts to unwrap the red bandage on his right hand for the second time today but as more of the light leaves his body, the less assurance he feels and he starts momentarily panicking. The woman is watching with a sharp smile, waiting expectantly and he stares back right at her piercing gaze, afraid of any move she might make. His hands are trembling so it's kind of hard to take off the bandages… it’s really hard, actually. Were they always this tight? What the hell?

Shun looks down at the cloth he's tugging just to realize it's not his bandages. The color is duller and it’s thicker. What is even happening? His gaze trails the long strip of cloth that's wrapped around his wrist up, up. There's a figure on the top of the building behind Shun that's sending another strip to wrap more of whatever that is around Shun's torso. Oh great. What now. Slenderman?

The lady also follows his gaze and does a whiny sound at the mysterious new person, blue light pouring out of her in big waves like a swarm of bees and shooting back towards Shun's head painlessly and surprisingly in a way that isn't overwhelming. He would try to fight it off but… it feels kind of nice. Relaxing. And is that woman shrinking? Shun looks to the floor and realizes that the new straps wrapped around him are lifting him from the ground and he tugs. "Hey! Leave me alone! Don't you know who I am?" he screams as he squirms in the grip.

The woman growls and glowers at the person on the rooftop as the last bits of blue-purple light return to Shun. "Ugh! I hate pros! Always ruining all the fun! And he was just about to show me his little surprise! He was so excited about it, too!"

The rope-thing that was cloaking around Shun's wrist is released and sent towards the woman, wrapping around her. She howls, trying to tug and wiggle free but is forced to stop when she gets yanked far more violently than Shun towards the roof and lands with a crash while, in the meantime, Shun is placed rather gently and let go next to the newest arrival's side. It's still dark as ever, but Shun can tell scraggy black hair, dark clothes and a scarf that might possibly be longer than Shun's. He kind of looks like a homeless person. Well, if homeless people had glowing red eyes and gravity defying hair. So what's up with this place, huh?

The man is glaring at the woman who's lying on the floor, still wrapped with the floating cloth like a cocoon. After she stops trying to worm her way out she deflates in place with a whine. Shun can only stare as the man cuffs the woman with some fancy looking handcuffs, letting his hair fall back in place in a messy heap and his eyes turn dark with whatever magic apparently is fucking happening right now because. What the hell was that. The man fiddles with his phone a little before pocketing it and finally looks at Shun. The boy goes a little ridged but somehow he doesn't feel as scared as he probably should. Is he going stupid?

"Are you… saving me?"

"Uhm, I guess you could say that. I'm a pro, Eraserhead, so don't worry." the man says rather tiredly, "You know you shouldn’t be out this late in random alleyways for this exact reason, right?" Mr. Eraserhead glares at Shun and the teen fixes his eyes on the ground- or. Well, roof— in return.

"I could've handled her." he murmurs.

"Don't just go around using your Quirk." the older man brings a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Shun doesn't know what that means but he feels his face heat in shame nonetheless.

"I don't know what a Quirk is…" he admits as quietly he can, not being fond of letting people know he doesn't know stuff. But he isn’t crazy, right? Why do people expect him to understand these terms he had never heard of? Also anything that's really happening right now? Like. That woman made blue light come from his head. Isn't that wild? Hello?

"What do you mean you don’t know what a Quirk is?" he groans.

"I dunno! I was just trying to sleep next to my green garbage bin and then this lady woke me up with her floaty blue stuff!"

"Is that why you smell like that? Why were you sleeping next to a garbage bin?" he seems angry now, but not at Shun.

"First of all," the teal haired boy pouts, "I'll have you know that a slime monster attacked me, and that's why I smell like this." He gestures to himself. "And second, I-" he pauses, "Don't tell anyone…" he fiddles with his red hand-bandages nervously as he whispers, "but I don't know where I am."

Mr. Eraserhead heaves an exasperated sigh and shakes his head, the sirens of upcoming police cars making themselves apparent. "Where do you live? The police will take you to your house." Shun perks up at that. Finally! Home! And also they can gloss over the slime monster part, which is good.

"Hidari Wakibara, sir!"

The older man makes a face at that. As in, he looks like he wants to collapse into a bed. "There isn't a place like that near here, kid."

"Oh." Shun all but whispers, looking at his dirty uniform. No home… What he would do to be able to take a shower and change into his pajamas…

"Come on, kid. We can figure it out with the police. I'm going to let you down now." Mr. Eraserhead says in what Shun can only assume is his 'soft voice' before he wraps him in his weird floaty scarf thing again and lowers him and the lady that's hanging limp in her little cloth ball with a scowl down the side of the building where a few cop cars and officers are waiting. Shun only clutches a hand at the cloth as he descends, feeling tears well up in his eyes again. All this crying had kind of made him thirsty. 

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Top 18: Jet Black Force Quirk

"Hmm, what's this? I can't hear you. Mind saying that again?"

Kusuo scowls, looking at his TV screen. How much he didn't want to do this, can you guess? But this isn't about his pride. It's about Kaidou. "I need your help."

"My help?" Kusuke asks in mock surprise, placing a hand over his heart. Oh how Kusuo would love to rip the almost inexistent heart of his brother out of his chest. He could. He really could. "Oh, you know I'm just messing! So what's up?"

Kusuo explains the situation, in the meanwhile Kusuke's amused smile slowly morphing of that that is thinking. Hopefully he would try to actually help him. Even if Kusuo thinks it's not ideal. "I see…" Kusuke says, thoughtful, "I'll be there by morning to see what I can do. Okay, little bro?" He smiles.

"Whatever." Kusuo deadpans before turning off the call. He heaves a sigh. This is going to be much less simple than he would've liked, isn't it? Good grief.

~-*-~

The kid is… a little problematic, to say the least. A problem child, if you will. The address he gave to the police officers for them to send him home was nonexistent and the phone number he claimed was his mother's definitely wasn't hers, if the irritated old man cursing up a storm through the speaker was anything to go by. Even the school the uniform he was wearing belonged to was of one that doesn't exist.

In the lights of the street, the gunk that covered the boy's clothes and face, the tear tracks and dried vomit stood out more prominently and it was no wonder then that he smelled like absolute trash. They wanted to question him about the villain that had just attacked him but with the state the boy was in they thought it would be better if they let him rest and get back to them later. Problem is, with no address or anyone to pick him up, he doesn't have a place to return to. And they weren't going to just leave him there.

In the end, they decided to bring him to police station, to figure things out from there, but the boy— whom said his name was Kaidou— announced that he wouldn't be going anywhere unless Shota came with him. When they said that Shota had better things to do, like being an underground hero for example, the boy started crying again so against his better judgment, Shota accompanied him. Which the boy was very happy about apparently, going off by his brightened face. Brat.

So here they are. At the police station. "Alright, Kaidou," Detective Tsukauchi smiled kindly at the now serious looking teen. Or at least trying to look serious. "I'm going to ask you a few questions and you'll answer, okay? We just want to return you home safely, alright?"

"Yes sir!" Kaidou answers from his seat across the detective's table, Shota on his side. He was sitting quite professionally stiff, even, and acting more maturely than Shota had expected him to, considering the crying fest he gave in the cop car. Surprisingly, he treated them with respect, which is a thing lot of kids especially at his age neglect to do. At least some parents are teaching their children manners.

"Just so you know— I have a Quirk that lets me know when a person is lying, so keep that in mind."

"Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but can you please clarify what 'Quirk' is? I've heard that term multiple times since the afternoon, but I've never learned its definition before."

Tsukauchi stills in his seat, looking at the teal haired teen, "Ah…"

Shota raises his head from where it was resting on his palms, raising an eyebrow at the other man who seemed contemplated, "Is he saying the truth?" he asks skeptically.

"Yes… well, all you need to know is that I can tell when you're lying or not."

"Oh. Okay…" the boy mumbles, seeming embarrassed from what he doesn't understand.

"Would you please state your address?"

Kaidou gives out the inexistent address again, seeming nervous. At that, the detective purses his lips, "He's not lying." he simply states and Shota sits upright.

"But that's not a real place."

"No, but… he does live there, apparently."

"What do you mean it isn't real?" the boy asks, shocked, "All my friends and family live there! Don't you know Mugami Tooru or the Saiko Corporation? They're in that area too!"

The two men exchanged looks.

"And my school, P.K. Academy! Look!" he pulls at his dirty, ripped at the edges, unrecognizable green uniform, "I went there just today."

"Then how come you're here now?" Tsukauchi questions.

Kaidou seems to think it through before answering, "Uhm, well. I was just walking back home from school with my friend but then I guess I passed out or something? Nothing major happened before that, but I kind of blacked out and then woke up in an alleyway." he explained, the tiredness in his voice apparent, "And then this slime monster attacked me and this kid had to save me and then I left him until I entered that other lane and woke up with that woman and that light and then you saved me…" his lips trembled like he was going to cry again and he covered them with his bandaged hands. Why are they bandaged? Is he hurt? "And I don't…" the kid starts tearing up for the unknownth time that day, "I'm lost and… my mama must be worried and I don't know if my friend is safe…" he says before promptly sobbing into his hands.

Tsukauchi looks at him with sympathy before sighing and placing the notepad he was writing in down on the table. "I see… We'll have to see what we can do about… that. For the meantime," He looks at Kaidou, "why don't we treat any injuries you may have?"

"I don't have any though."

"What are these, then?" The underground pro hero points at the red bandages and Kaidou flinches, not expecting Shota to talk.

"These aren't for any injuries." he says matter-of-factly, "You see, in my right hand I hold an all-powerful force that an evil organization called Dark Reunion is trying to take from me, the Jet Black Wings! My powers are so strong that I need to wear these limiters so I won't accidentally destroy-" Kaidou keeps blabbering and Shota raises an eyebrow at the detective again, who simple purses his lips and slowly shakes his head at him. So he's delusional. Great. "-and I was just doing my schoolwork in class but then my book turned into stea-"

"Okay, Kaidou I think that's enough." The detective cuts him off as gently as possible, "You must be tired. How about we find you a place to take a nice shower and then after you have a good night's sleep we can talk some more?"

The boy nods feverishly before pointing with a sharp movement of the hand right at Shota. "Can I stay with Mr. Eraserhead, please?"

"What." both men say in unison.

"Why?" Shota asks, half groaning.

Kaidou turns to look at him with somewhat akin to hope in his eyes, "Uhm… Earlier today this boy saved me from a monster and I immediately let him go after I thanked him even when he asked to keep in contact," he sulks, "I don't want that to happen again. We can protect each other!"

The ravenette frowns, looking at the drained boy. He turns then, to look at Tsukauchi who simply shrugs. "Fine." Shota grunts and immediately the teal haired boy looks up at him with shining eyes and pink cheeks. "I'll bring you to my home so you can rest. But don't cause any trouble, got that, problem child?"

"Yes, yes of course!" Kaidou cries as he scrambles up and off his seat and bows down heavily towards the man.

"Oh wow…" the detective amusingly murmurs.

"Thank you so much for saving and taking care of me, Mr. Eraserhead, sir!" Kaidou all but yells, "I promise to not cause any disturbance!" he straightens up then, teal fluffy hair falling partly on his face, "Out of all my friends, I'm the one with the most manners." he declared proudly.

Shota hopes he wouldn't need to meet them. 

~-*-~

After a ten minute argument between Mr. Eraserhead and detective Tsukauchi where they fought between what was a more efficient way of transportation— car, or a 'capture weapon' that Shun assumed was supposed to be that scarf thing— Mr. Eraserhead lost to the argument that Shun would be cold soaring above the buildings and they simply called a taxi.

Shun sat at the back as Mr. Eraserhead sat next to the driver. He was tired and emotionally drained— he also smelled like one. He simply stared at the window in silence, purposefully not trying to think about everything that happened today. That can wait for tomorrow.

After they got to Mr. Eraserhead's apartment (so he did have a house!), he let him take a shower and left him some clean clothes for him to wear and told him he'll pull out a futon for him in the meanwhile and to just be quiet because there's another person in the apartment, sleeping.

Watching the leftover green gunk get pulled into the drain with the force of the water was extremely refreshing. A lot of times Shun had trouble getting out and in to the shower just on an account of being lazy but he would be severely lying if he said he wasn't immensely looking forward to cleaning himself today. Drying off with a clean bright yellow towel that reminded him of Nendou that Mr. Eraserhead fetched for him, and wearing the bright purple T-shirt that resembled Aren's hair and pink sweatpants that're close to Saiki's tone that he had to pull the strings of really tightly for them to not fall, Shun couldn't help but think of his friends.

When he got out of the bathroom, there was a futon accompanied with a soft blanket and a pillow like he was promised. Mr. Eraserhead was in the kitchen eating instant ramen, seemingly not ready for bed.

Ramen…

Shun looks down at the futon before back up at the adult.

"You can go to bed, kid. We'll figure this out tomorrow." he says softer than how he spoke earlier, clearly trying to keep the quiet in the apartment and Shun calm.

"Mr. Eraserhead, sir?" the boy asks in a hush after a moment.

"You can call me just Aizawa, you know."

"Aizawa, sir… my friend Saiki was with me when I blacked out on the street after school… can we also try to check if he's safe too?" Shun isn't sure what Aizawa did as a job exactly— some sort of a cop, maybe— but he knows he saves people. He also isn't sure if he really needed saving from that creepy lady, but she did kind of try to steal his blue glow thingies that made him feel good so she can suck it in jail.

Eraser- Aizawa gulps down the noodles he was slurping and hums, "Of course."

They make eye contact for a full minute before Shun sheepishly crawls onto the mattress. "Mr. Aizawa?"

"Yes?"

He looks down at his bare palms, "My bandages kind of got ruined…" Between the coffee jelly and the monster jelly, Shun would rather not put on the same ones again.

Aizaw- Eraserhe- Ai-

…Mr. Aizawahead makes some sort of grunting noise. Shun isn’t looking towards his direction now, face mushed on the clean pillow so he's not really sure what that's supposed to mean but the ravanette speaks so he doesn't need to think about it too much, "Are they really necessary?"

Shun is quiet. He's too tired to argue his case and he knows that they aren't really needed but. Well. He just says nothing, drifting to sleep. He shouldn't waste Mr. Erazawa's resources anyways.

~-*-~

Poke.

Another poke. Someone is poking Kusuo's cheek. It's too early for this.

Poke.

"Leave me alone." He rasps. It's probably just Ampu again. Annoying cat.

Poke.

He groans and buries his face in his pillow. Can't poke him when his cheeks aren't exposed.

"Wakey-wakey!"

 That's not Ampu.

Kusuo bolts upright and glares at the goon who waked him up. Kusuke chuckles, his crown looking contraption resting on his head and eyes shut tight since Kusuo isn't wearing his glasses; and when he looks at his clock as he puts on the spectacles he finds that it's four in the gosh darn morning. Fantastic. "Why are you here so early." he grumbles.

Kusuke opens his eyes, trusting that his brother had put on his glasses by now and goes to answer, "Couldn't make my beloved little brother wait." He chuckles and Kusuo sighs,

"You really could've, though."

"I didn't want to waste time," he elaborates with a smile, although his tone of voice is a little more serious, "Understanding what this ability is and how to use it is a different story from getting your friend back. We don't know how long this will take." he speaks quietly, not wanting to wake up their parents.

"We can take all the time we need," Kusuo informs as he gets out of bed, "I erased all proof he exists entirely."

"And when Kaidou comes back?"

"I'll bring back everyone's memories."

"And what if he remembers the experience?"

"Then I'll erase those memories or bring him to bed so he'll think it was a dream."

"Wouldn't the time period between the two events concern him? And you said he was in the middle of the street. Surely he'll think it's strange if he randomly wakes up in his bed."

"Then," Kusuo grits, irritated, "He was just about to fall in a manhole. I'll tell him he had a coma."

"How would you explain that to his family when they won't remember taking him to the hospital? And he would have to wake up in a hospital bed, not in his house." Kusuke deflects patiently.

"Then forget about the dream idea," the psychic groans, "I'll revert time on the earth and place him where he disappeared, like nothing happened."

"But if you erase his memory, he'll have some other wild fantasy working in his brain in that split second after you return earth's time, right?" He's frowning now, only half genuine, "And you're going to put him through all of that and not give him some sort of explanation, even without outing yourself as a psychic?"

Kusuo scowls, "What do you want me to do, then?"

Kusuke shrugs with a sharp smile and turns around to the corner of the room where it seems the older brother set a few thingamajigs and computers, "I don't know. We'll just have to see." He kneels next to a briefcase and opens it, Kusuo staring at him tiredly all the while. "I'm just going to use you for a little testing on your new ability. And then you can go back to bed and in the morning I'll show you whatever progress I have."

The younger of the brothers glares at the other as Kusuke fiddles with some of the machines strapped inside the briefcases that extend. "You're taking pleasure in my difficulty, aren't you?"

He can't see the older sibling's face from his position but when he speaks he sounds amused with a hint or irritation, "I know you were born with your powers, Kusuo. But you need to remember they aren't something people see just every day… or in a lifetime, really. Is it my fault to think that's so amazing?"

The pink haired teen goes to respond but Kusuke beats him to it, "How much time do you need to wait between usages of this power?"

Kusuo shrugs, going to stand next to the other, "Only used it twice. So, less than a few weeks. Might take more than a few minutes… That or it doesn't work on myself."

Kusuke hums and hands him two little devices. "Use your power on one of these and then try to see if you can use it on the other right after."

He frowns from the instructions thrown at him but sits down for maximum comfort anyhow. He places the larger device in the air in front of him, levitating it, and holds the little cubic chip his brother gave him between his palms and activates his newest found ability. Like expected, his hands glow and it vanishes. Kusuo plucks the more bulky piece and tries to use his powers on it and it works immediately, confirming his theory that the power simply doesn't work on himself only.

He sends a few more devices at his brother's request as Kusuke fidgets with some of the thick, old computery-like machines scattered around the corner of his bedroom. Some are showing error signs, some are showing loading bars while the other show codes that Kusuo has to begrudgingly admit in his head that he doesn't understand. "Okay, that's enough for now." murmurs Kusuke, the one eye that's visible's gaze scurrying between the screens, "Goodnight, Kuu."

Kusuo grunts in return, gets up and collapses into his bed.  

~-*-~

Izuku woke up early the next day. If he wants to be the first Quirkless hero, he's going to have to work much harder than everyone else! He doesn't have a workout routine yet, since it's only his first day of taking this whole being a hero thing seriously, so he just decided to jog for now. It's not much, but it's better than nothing. He had already told his mother yesterday about his decision— which might put a lot of pressure on him to succeed and go through with this, but that's a good thing— and that he's going jogging and shared his location via the phone's tracking device if god forbid anything happens to him.

He's just using a route someone on the internet recommended that was near his house and wouldn't be too long for Izuku to get back home in time to get ready for school.

Learning his lesson from yesterday, the greenette brought a weapon with him just in case something happens. Okay, so. Maybe 'weapon' is a bit of stretch…

He brought his ruler. The same one. If he was going to ruin a ruler then he's only going to be using the same one, okay? He did want something more sturdy and long and sharp maybe as in, like, a weapon but believe it or not, there weren't many objects fitting that description in his house and he didn't want to go running around with a knife.

Well.

He did, but. Mom wouldn't let him.

Engulfed in his thoughts, it takes a few seconds for Izuku to register that the ground had become less solid. He looks down and sees sand and slowly looks up, gaze wondering to a sign that reads 'Dagobah Beach'. He turns his head to look at the beach that was filled with heaps of absolute trash. On top of one of the nearer piles lays a crowbar.

Huh.

This could be useful.

Chapter Text

Top 17: Code Reading Quirk

Shun wakes up to the sound of sizzling and the smell of bacon. Sometimes mama would make them some when she would be in a good mood. He hugs the pillow that his head is rested on. It might just be him but the noise sounds… closer. He snuggles in. He knows that if he doesn't wake up soon, Sora or Toki will burst into his room and shout at him to wake up and eat breakfast. He yawns, sitting up.

Hm.

This isn't his room.

Shun rubs his eyes as memories of the afternoon and evening before flood back in his mind. So in the end, it really wasn't all a nightmare. He looks to his left and into the small kitchen where someone is making breakfast he assumes, humming. Someone who isn't Mr. Aizawahead. The teen clambers to his feet, ready for battle. The rustling alerts the blond making food that something's happening, and they turn around to look back at Shun with a smile, "Oh hey! You're awa-"

"Are you part of Dark Reunion?" he asks in the most intimidating voice he can muster.

"Uh. Who? I'm-"

"Don't think you can fool me! You already hurt my last savior with your goop monster; I won't let you hurt Mr. Erazawa too! I bet that food is poisoned!"

"Wha?" The strange man tilts his head, concern flooding his bright green eyes as he grips the spatula.

"Release the weapon!"

"Weapon?" He looks down at his hand and then back, "I'm just making breakfast, okay? I'm not here to hurt you." he says calmly with a reassuring smile.

"How do you know Mr. Aizawahead, then?" Shun's bandages were ruined earlier, making his power defective for the meantime, but the man doesn't need to know that. If he learned anything by the last few hours, is to not trust the first person you meet after waking up.

"I'm his husband?"

Shun scoffs. "It seems that I have misjudged you then. Any friend of Mr. Eraserhead is a friend of mine in my book!" he declares and places a hand over his face ominously to look cool but to also hide his shame. "Did you make salad?" Shun asks with the same serious tone of voice.

"Yes!" the man says cheerily.

Good.

Mama says he should eat salad in every meal.

When they ate their salad-included breakfast, Mr. Erazawa joining them at some point, the blond— Yamada, apparently— mentioned his three jobs, which consisted being a radio station's host, a teacher and 'also a pro hero'.

"Pro hero? I don't understand."

"I'm a legal hero? Like, I'm allowed to use my Quirk against villains." Yamada supplies happily.

"He doesn't know what a Quirk is." Aizawa added, joining the conversation for once.

"You don't know what a Quirk is?" the blond raises his eyebrows, "Are you from a different world or something?"

Aizawa makes some sort of noise as his black eyes widen. The two men exchange a look. "And he comes from a place and goes to a school that don't exist…" the ravenette murmurs. Suddenly, he gets up and fixates his stare at the teen, "Alright, enough of breakfast. Kaidou, let's go."

"Okay sir!" Shun says before taking his plate to the sink for a wash.

"How polite," Yamada coos in amusement, "But don't worry little listener, you just go with Shota. I'll take care of these."

"T-thank you." Shun mumbles as he sets the plate on the counter. How was he so lucky for these two to look out for him? Well. After he was attacked by a monster and a strange lady, maybe not that much but. He's still thankful, though.

Aizawahead drives them to meet detective Tsukauchi again, mentioning he wanted to ask him a few questions. And that's what they did. Essentially, he was asked a bunch of questions with no real relation that Shun can detect between them or the situation he's in, like: "Do you have access to the media in your house? Do you know who All Might is? Do your friends ever mention anything about 'Quirks'? Do you know how you got in the alleyway in the first place?" which he answered all truthfully— except for the last one, apparently, because the detective claimed that the answer that it was Dark Reunion was false.

But what does he know. No one really believes him, anyway. Just another sheeple blinded by the thought that the world is perfect. They'll eat their words soon enough when he proves them wrong.

After the quizzing, the two grown men excused themselves to talk in a private room while the teen busied himself with a click pen, trying his best to not get a panic attack or something. Not a long time after then, they both came back to the room and Aizawa places a comforting hand on Shun's shoulder.

"Kaidou, we have some news for you. We think you're possible from a different universe."

"W-what?"

"Sheesh," Tsukauchi grimaces, "Could've delivered that more lightly."

"That would just waste time." Aizawa conveys. He looks back down at the confused boy and Shun could see his features soften upon meeting his sad gaze, "You answered all our questions truthfully, but they aren't possible compared to this world." he tries to explain, "We looked through the database and no one from the people you mentioned that also match the description you gave came up."

"S-so what? What d-does this mean?" Shun stutters, looking up at the man with glassy eyes.

"You're in a different world from the one you lived in until now. At least that's what we think." So that was Dark Reunion's plan? But what's their endgame? He still doesn't fully understand the whole concept, or doesn't really want to. He doesn't want to think about it too much.

"S-so when can I come b-back?"

"We don't know." Aizawa says quietly, "But we'll try our best to get you back as soon as possible."

After that, Shun doesn't say anything. Even in the ride back to the apartment and when the ravenette asks if he wants ice-cream— even though it was still morning— Shun just shakes his head. When they enter the apartment, Mr. Yamada missing, being who knows where— probably one of his jobs— Shun promptly excuses himself to the bathroom and proceeds to lock himself in and cry for the next few hours.

~-*-~

 Poke.

"What." Kusuo groans loudly as he gets out of bed with one swoop, not needing to be poked multiple times.

"S-sorry." Mom sobs where she stands next to his bed with a plate of breakfast in her hands, "I just wanted to surprise you… Did you know big Kuu came to visit?"

"I did. I thought you were him. Sorry."

Mom snorts wetly, "You two should get along better." she says as she passes the plate and chopsticks to her son and dries her already spilling tears.

Kusuo only grunts and with that, his mother walks out the room, probably to be comforted by Kusuo's father. He looks at the corner of the room where his brother was still hunched over, eating his meal and staring back.

"Were you just looking at me sleeping?"

"Only after I finished, mostly."

"Great." Kusuo sighs but walks up to sit next to the blond anyways, "What hell are we going through today?"

Kusuke smiles before placing his plate to the side and turning over to his machine thingies. "So one of the things I had you work your ability on was a camera," he points at a little screen mostly showing grey with the occasional blob of dark green. So he teleported him? Good to know he didn't… delete Kaidou's existence or something. Well, maybe it's too soon to say.

"Why is your camera so trash though. I thought you were good at this."

"Yes, well…" he drawls, pointing at another screen filled to the brim with a long string of codes, "I thought so too, but according to this, the objects you sent aren't on earth."

"…What do you mean? I sent him to space?"

"No… you just sent him to a different dimension is all."

Kusuo narrows his eyes at his brother as he takes another bite from the goodness their mom made for breakfast, "What."

Kusuke shrugs.

Well. It's not too farfetched, Kusuo guesses. He's been to different dimensions before. "And if you look at this picture," Kusuke points out, "We can roughly see the outline of one of the other things you sent, which means all the items got sent to the same location. And by the lack of any light blue or skin color, it seems Kaidou already left."

Kusuo frowns, "That's not good."

"But at least we know you didn't kill him." he says gladly. Well then.

"So all we have to do is go there and get him back? Problem is I don't know how to reverse the ability…"

"Well, if we look at this screen," Said screen has more gibberish on it, "one of the contraptions was able to figure out that the way to bring back the items and people you sent is to activate your ability from the other dimension."

"But I can't get there." he grumbles around his chopsticks.

"I know that, and that's why…" Kusuke rummages through one of his pockets, "I made these!" he extends a hand to his brother, showcasing a pair of clip-on earrings in the shape of cartoony poop piles. "You'll be able to use that one specific power on yourself as long as you wear these. Amazing, right?"

Kusuo glowers.

"And don't think of taking them off when you get there either, you'll be immediately transported back here otherwise."

Kusuo tisks before going to grab the earrings but Kusuke pulls them back and tilts his torso to further the little crappy pair away from him, "Ep, ep, ep! Unfortunately, it's not as simple as that."

"What do you mean." The psychic demands through gritted teeth. If his chopsticks were still in his mouth then they would've undoubtedly snapped in half by now.

"This isn't just a different universe, but a different dimension. And since this is a completely different dimension, it means that the laws of the universe also work differently, and there," he gestures to one of the blurry pictures, "no one living organism is physically allowed to have so much of the type of power you possess just like that, based on what this code here says, so you'll have to get rid of it."

"You mean I won't be a psychic?" Kusuo recoils slightly. No powers? Can they actually move there, maybe? Just a suggestion.

"Not exactly… One living creature there apparently has more… unnatural abilities than the people we have here. So you get to keep one power while there."

"…Which is?"

"The ability to transfer subjects between the two dimensions." Well Kusuo guesses that makes sense. Wouldn't want to be stuck there forever. As much fun as it sounds.

But wait. How is he supposed to find Kaidou like that? He would be practically useless.

"But wait. How am I supposed to find Kaidou like that? I would be practically useless. That's what you're thinking, right?" Kusuke tilts his head. Bastard. "Well don't worry, beloved brother! Because I'll be accompanying you!"

Kusuo's frown deepens, "No."

"You can't do it alone," he says, "and I doubt you'll want to drag any of your little friends to this when we don't know what danger lies ahead of us. I can bring my inventions, which will be useful without your power."

"You just want to be useful for once."

"Does it matter what I want?" Kusuke smiles chillingly, which only makes his brother's blood boil further, "Technically, no one's stopping you from just keeping Kaidou trapped in there. No one would even care, right?"

Kusuo rolls his shoulder for a pop that's not going to come and sighs. "Fine. Now give me the earrings."

"We should plan better." Kusuke points out.

"We can always just come back here." The pink haired teen says, already regretting his life choices.

"But what happens after you find him?"

"I'll bring him back, erase his memories, revert time on earth and bring back everyone else's memories of Kaidou back with mind control and leave him where it all started, at that manhole. Simple."

"Again, you're forgetting that his mind is going to replace his memory of this with something else."

"I'm not forgetting. I just don't care."

"All I'm saying is that I think you can do all that without erasing his memory. You wouldn't need to worry with what would've been a long, wild fake memory."

"But if I bring him back he'll figure out my secret, dimwit."

"So why don't you ask your sister a favor then?"

Huh. If he changes his DNA before he enters that other dimension, then it would probably not erase itself since he has the ability to change species and or sex, not to stay that way. That's just science's job. And Kaidou wouldn't recognize him. "I guess I could try that." he murmurs, "But Kaidou knows how you look like. He met you."

"Well, check this out!" Kusuke exclaims and pries out a little black hair clip from his magic pocket and clips the hair that's covering his eye to the side like a curtain. "Ta-da! And I won't be wearing this," he points at his little unicorn crown, "so he might have trouble identifying me." Kusuo would like to deny that Kaidou is that dumb. But he really can't. "So you get started on calling Kuriko over, and I'll start packing some stuff." he says before winking and getting up from the floor.

Kusuo sighs for the whatever's time that last twenty-four hours and slumps down on his back on the floor. Good grief. This is going to be heck, isn't it?

 ~-*-~

"A different reality, you say?" Nezu hums. Shota wasn't completely sure what he was supposed to do with the problem child, considering he doesn't have a place to go to and still wasn't certain about the theory itself. So he came to the smartest person he knows. Nezu rubs his little chin with his paw, sitting on his chair, "Interesting. So you say that something brought the young boy here, but it wasn't a Quirk."

"Probably. I'm not sure if a Quirk can bring something from a different universe without making contact first. And he said he got no warning before waking up in that alleyway."

"Fascinating." Nezu declares, sipping his tea, "I'm sure I can find a way to work this out."

"And how exactly are you planning on doing that?" Shota asks hesitantly, shifting in his seat in front of the principle's desk.

"We're going to have to find a way to detect this mysterious power. Since it isn't the effect of a Quirk, presumably, and most likely not from this existence, I'm sure we'll find a way to find it somehow."

Shota thinks it over. He guesses it makes sense. But they don't even know if the cause of that power is in their reality right now. It might just have stayed in the world Kaidou came from, and Shota expresses as much.

"I get where you're coming from, but think about it," Nezu muses, "Didn't you say that he claimed there's an organization going after him?"

"But Tsukauchi said those were lies."

"Yes. Since Kaidou has no Quirk and had failed to show any signs of other kinds of supernatural power like he claims, I doubt there's anyone going after him for that. But then why would anyone or anything send him here in the first place?" He narrows his eyes with a sharp smile,

"Clearly, with the power this thing possesses compared to everyone else in a world with no superhuman abilities, where they can simply toss someone to a different reality just like that, they must know something, a plan." Nezu sips his tea as Shota lets everything sink in, "They must be preparing on something else that can only work here. They wouldn't send Kaidou here and leave him at that, right? That just doesn't make sense."

"So you think they're going to do something to him? That there's a next stage?" Shota clarifies with a frown. He's not sure what Kaidou had done to deserve something or someone punishing him like this, but whatever it takes, he'll make sure that Dark Reunion will never hurt him ever again. He's only a kid, after all.

"Yes." the principal informs, "And I think we should make sure that we find them first before it's the other way around."

"So we should keep Kaidou nearby."

"That's correct. At least until next year, I'd like to act as his teacher. He has many things still to learn about our world, so at least until next year, if he can't return home by then, I'll educate him myself. Then he'll start attending U.A. as a student."

Shota nods, "So are we going to keep him at U.A. at all times?"

"That's certainly an option. But you should talk to him first before we decide on it completely."

Shota nods again before getting up and leaving the office with newfound determination.

Chapter Text

Top 16: Passing Out Quirk

"Little listener…" Hizashi greets softly as Kaidou gets out of the bathroom after a few good hours. Shota is still at U.A. debating with Nezu what they should do with the teen, so the blond was instructed to babysit him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." Kaidou rasps, "Did you… hear that?" He points a thumb toward the bathroom he just exited.

"The… The sobbing-?"

"So you might have heard sobbing, but you see," the teen places a hand over his hip and with the other he gestures near his head like a wine mom subtly trying to display their new manicure, "Actually this robber tried to enter the apartment through the bathroom's window but I took care of them and they started, well, crying."

"Is that right?" Hizashi smiles wide, "And where are they now?"

"I managed to convince them to drop being a criminal and open a new page in life and they left the way they came."

The blond hums, leaning on the table in front of him that's displaying many unreadable English essays, "That's very heroic of you."

Kaidou grins proudly, cheeks still pink from cryi- dealing with the robber and Hizashi beams just as brightly back, glad that he can cheer up the young teen. "You know, Kaidou… Shota told me that you need new bandages. You wanna go buy some?"

Kaidou gasps, "Really? Can I choose what color?"

"Of course you can, little listener!"

On the train-ride to the mall, Kaidou, who seemingly was in a better mood than this morning, kept telling stories about his friends. About a boy who used to be in a gang and a boy with hair clips that talks weirdly and a boy the size of a mountain and a girl that by the way the teal haired teen describes her totally has a crush on him and Hizashi kind of feels bad for her by the lack of awareness the talking boy has.

"Psst, Mr. Yamada. Mr. Yamada!" Kaidou hisses at him after a moment of silence. When Hizashi hums the unspoken question and looks at the boy next to him, he was not so subtly pointing at a man with horns a few seats away from them. "That guy has horns!" he whisper-shouts.

"Yes? That's probably just their Quirk."

Kaidou scowls and turned his head to look at the adult, "You still haven't explained what that means."

"Huh. I thought Shota would've told you by now." Kaidou pouts and shrugs, "Well, Quirk is like… an asset or a bonus… I guess— that a lot of people have."

The boy gawks at him and the adult couldn't hold back his smile. "You're kidding me."

"How else would Shota and I would be superheroes if we didn't have superpowers?"

"You're superheroes?!"

Hizashi grimaces. "We… aren't really good at communicating, are we?" Kaidou shakes his head.

They first went to purchase clothes since they still didn't know how long he would have to stay away from his home, which Kaidou was a little disappointed about but got over it quickly. Compared to what the pro hero might've thought, it was harder for them to settle on what to buy him. Frankly, the boy's taste in fashion was complete and utter garbage. He said that his mom didn't let him choose clothes for himself alone because of that fact and instantly the blond started feeling guilty. In the end they chose a few graphic T-shirts with 'bands that Kaidou likes' which was a lie, since those were logos for a few pro heroes but Hizashi didn't say anything about it, a few pairs of jeans, some sweats, a flannel and a few comfortable hoodies and lastly, a black leather jacket with a drawing of an alien on the back, which Kaidou was very fond of.

After that, they went to get ribbons for his hands while the older of the two told stories of his hero experiences, Kaidou altering from gushing about how cool and dangerous the villains and Quirks sounded to turning into his broody side like a light-switch and 'criticizing' the people in the stories and eerily chuckling at the criminal's expense. In the end, the boy chose three different ribbon rolls, one red, one bright blue and one bright pink. After they paid, they went to get ice-cream because Kaidou didn't earlier, because it was morning then and obviously he wouldn't want any, but Shota just shrugged when Hizashi informed him of that so now they're getting some.

"Kaidou…" Hizashi looks up from his phone from where he was sitting next to a round table outside the ice-cream shop to the boy who was doing a not-so-good job at wrapping his hands in the red bandage they got.

"Yes?"

"Shota just texted me that since we're looking for a way to get you back home we're going to want to keep you close, which means you need a place to stay," Kaidou looks up at him, then, ice-cream cup already empty, "So you can decide between the dorms in the school we're working with, or, Shota gave the option to stay with the two of us," he leans closer over the table and whispers, "Which is code for 'he wants you to stay'."

Kaidou's face goes red as he gapes at the pro hero with shiny eyes, bandages going loose from not being tucked properly, "Y-You'd be okay with that?"

Hizashi smiles warmly and nods in confirmation, reaching over the table to wrap the boy's hands properly. "By all means, listener. We're in this together, right?"

Kaidou nods back quietly after that, seeming somewhat conflicted. They return to the apartment in comfortable silence and when they enter it, the boy freezes in place. "Is something wrong?" the blond asks.

"…Can I lock myself in the bathroom again?"

Hizashi sighs, "You can, but I feel it would be more practical if we deal with this robber together."

"There is no robber."

"Oh."

"Well," Kaidou sniffs, looking at the ground, "There is one, the one from this morning but. He wants to, uhm. Thank me."

Hizashi looks down at him softly, "Okay…"

The short teen starts moving, and the blond thinks he's going to lock himself in the bathroom again, but instead he just collapses into the couch and starts sobbing into the cushions and Hizashi's quick to sit next to him and do his best to comfort him.

As it turns out, the robber is very fond of hugs.

  ~-*-~

"I'm home, sweetie!" Izuku hears his mom walk into their apartment, "Where are you, Izu?"

"I'm in the bathroom, mom!" he calls out.

"I'll talk to you later then," she responds before noticing that the bathroom's door is open. She peaks in curiously, "…What are you doing honey?"

Izuku's kneeling on the floor, changed from his school's uniform to an unimportant T-shirt (as in, one that isn't All Might themed) and shorts, scrubbing the crowbar he brought home with some new cleaning equipment he had bought afterschool. When he stumbled upon the weapon this morning, he thought of just bringing it to school but he was sure he would get in trouble because it's okay to just set explosions near people but he still gets berated for. Tying his shoe in the middle of class. So in the end he hid the crowbar under some trash at the beach so no one could take it, even though no one else was probably planning to, and took it with him on his way back.

"…Why are you cleaning a crowbar, sweetie?" she asks from the bathroom's doorway.

"If I'm going to be a hero, I should get a support item to help me because of my disadvantage." He supplies happily, tilting his head to look at his mother who was giving him a concerned look.

"Alright…" she sighs, "But don't go swinging that thing around the house— or at all for that matter," she smiles slightly.

"I'll be careful, mom," Izuku says, huffing from the intense wiping, "I found this place no one visits and I'm using a guide to use it safely." Well that last part is a lie, since apparently not a lot of people use crowbars as weapons. At least not people who don't use it dumbly.

Mom nods slowly, mutely watching as her son rinses the metal and sprays more cleaning liquid that he googled to find the one that is best suited. "Okay, Izu. I'm going to trust you on this because you're smart and I love you." She grins at him then, lovingly with only a little trace of teasing.

The boy rolls his eyes fondly, "Yes, mom, love you too."

With that, she leaves him to do his thing peacefully, leaving the door open in case anything happens. After Izuku is done cleaning the rod at least five times, even inside the little groove, after it was shown to be already clean, he dries it off with a small towel that thankfully didn't leave much of any dirt behind.

He carries the crowbar to his room carefully and places it next to two of the rubber parts of a bike he found at the beach's handles that he also cleaned thoroughly. He takes the crowbar and tries to fit it inside the holes of the rubber, taking inspiration from baseball bats; he tries to situate the rubber around near the edge. It's a little tricky considering the shape of the rod, but he manages to do it with minimal tearing. And for the last touch, he wraps duct tape at the edges of the rubber to hold them in place.

After testing the durability of the tape and rubber, he holds up the crowbar and looks at it proudly. He smiles as he tries different holding positions, including ones that use both hands. The metal was still a little heavy, but hopefully after he cleans some of the beach, figures out a routine and a diet, he'll have an easier time.

He slaps the rod against his palm a few times before he— against his better judgement— swings it, and hits an Edgeshot figurine which is sent flying to the other side of the room. Thankfully, it wasn't damaged but Izuku learned his lesson nonetheless.

~-*-~

"Be careful you two!" Mom expresses worriedly and Kusuo, now in the body of Kuriko, sighs.

"We'll be waiting!" Dad announces, squeezing tighter in the group hug the Saiki parents harassed their children to join.

"You won't, actually." Kusuo grumbles, "I'll revert time when this is all set and done."

"Oh you know what I meant."

Finally, the two parents let their kids go and the psychic looks around at what Kusuke packed. Which consisted of a bag full of gadgets, extra clothes and money.

"You know we can always come back here, right? And we don't even know if our money will work there."

Kusuke shrugs, "We'll just have to see."

Unlike the useless junk his brother is planning on bringing, Kusuo elected on simply bringing a photo he created of Kaidou to show around like a weirdo.

They family says their final goodbyes before Kusuo sends their supplies and themselves off after a deep breath.

They ended up in some sort of alleyway but Kusuo could only focus on how quiet it was. Yes, he knows he has a ring that cancels his telepathy but the effect still shocks him every time. And with a quick few hand gestures, he confirms that all his other powers were also gone, yet it felt a little different from when Kusuke 'deleted' his powers. When he hits the wall, although it didn't do nearly as much damage it usually would, and he regretted the action instantly when his hand started hurting immensely, he still left a small dent in the wall.

"Hmm," Kusuke hums, nearly jolting his brother into tomorrow, "I guess because this world doesn't cancel your powers but just hold an amount that would fit it instead, you're still as physically powerful as you can be without needing to… change your physical physique.

Kusuo looks down at his now bruised knuckles. That would make sense. Without any warning, he then places both palms on his brother's arms and uses his one remaining ability but they just glow without anything else happening. That can't be good.

The blond chuckles, taking off his telepathy-canceling head-contraption and moves some of his hair aside to reveal matching earrings— yet these pair don't look half as ridiculous. "I knew you would try that. Don't think I'm so stupid."

Kusuo glares, "Of curse I'll think you're stupid, you-"

"I can't hear you." He coos, "You're going to have to use your mouth." Kusuke points out happily. The younger brother clicks his tongue in annoyance.

"I think we should split," He points at the two entryways of the tunnel, "It would make the process easier."

The older brother nods as he gathers the other machines Kusuo sent earlier into his bag, stopping to inspect a remote looking one. "Sounds fair, but first-" he hands his brother a cellphone-resembling device, "-take this."

"Right. But I'm only taking this because I'll need a way to find you so I can send you home. And you probably stuck a tracking device in these earing anyway." He pockets the phone in his female P.K. Academy uniform's pocket he wore in case Kaidou saw him and recognized it.

Kusuke chuckled lowly, "And you might be able to access the Internet if there is any here." Kusuo grunts before turning around to exit through one of the entries. "Be careful, Kuu."

"Shut up."

"Love you too~!"

The usually psychic was pleased to find out that he walked into a somewhat populated area with many people. "Kaidou, Kaidou, Kadiou Shun!" he yells, which kind of hurts his throat. Not wanting to shout around, looking like a lunatic, he tries using the phone Kusuke brought him. The home screen has a picture of Kusuke smiling cheekily at the camera and a password input with "Lil' bro's full name + white cat's name + neighbor's young boy's favorite hero – no spaces, no caps lock" Kusuo grimaces at the length of the password he'll have to type in every time he turns on the phone but types in "saikikusuowarpcyborgciderman2" nonetheless, which thankfully he manages in the first try because holy crap.

It takes some time, but it seems some sort of AI managed to connect to this place's internet and he searches up the nearest mall or something in hopes that big groups of people attracted Kaidou. He knows that they could file a missing person's report but considering that the police doesn't have a place to return him to and they won't just give him to them on account of Kaidou not being able to recognize them so Kusuo can keep his secret without erasing his memories, both the siblings decided that won't work.

After a nice long walk, screaming his friend's name every once in a while and checking practically all the corners of everywhere, asking the weird looking people the psychic doesn't bat an eye at if they've seen this dolt that's in the picture he's showing— which the answer for was no. Every time— with Kusuke texting him nonstop messages that don't have to do with finding Kaidou or his safety because unfortunately he promised his parents to look out for him so he ignores, he finally enters the gosh darn indoors shopping mall. Frankly, Kusuo wishes they could've simply found the teal haired teen sitting in the corner of the tunnel or something but of course he had to wonder away and cause trouble because of course he did.

Kusuo takes a beeline towards where he assumes they made the announcements over the speakers and could ask the lady who so happens to have fangs because why not if she can ask for a Kaidou Shun over the intercoms but before he could reach her, there was a big crash that defiantly didn't make Kusuo screech— but luckily he wasn't the only one. To not yelp, that is— and when he looks behind him a big fellow with an orange buzz cut and a black hoody jumps out of the hole he shattered in the glass that belongs to a jewelry store who's doors were already fucking open with a bag with what the psychic can only assume is, well, expensive jewelry, in the middle of the fucking day because as it turns out, no human ever in the existence of literally anywhere has an ounce of common sense.

Obviously, everyone nearby starts screaming and running away in fear and distantly Kusuo's aware that he should probably do the same but he's kind of used to not fearing god in his day to day life and well, old habits die hard. And he can just teleport away whenever he likes, right?

Someone from the crowd of screeching civilians yells something about calling the police and that sets the robber into anger mode or something because he scowls and opens his mouth and a bunch of… wasps come out.

Yup.               

Time to teleport away.

Hastily, Kusuo places both hands on his cheeks like he's in what he likes to think old telenovelas were like, forgetting he can just remove his earrings instead for immediate effect but one second of the glowing not doing anything— which is already strange, because earlier the effect came in an instant— is enough for Robber McWaspster to yank one of his hands away and the glowing stops.

"You'll be a good hostage, sure." The villain says in an annoyingly loud voice and his grip on the other is too strong for Kusuo to wiggle out of and he's holding him in a way were his arm is twisted, painfully held in an awkward angle behind his back so he can't palm himself with it but that barely makes an impression on him because some of the wasps land on him and around his face and. Ah.

Yup.

His knees buckle and his vision goes blurry before turning off completely as he passes out.

~-*-~

Something that Shota requires in his night job a lot is stealth; jumping between buildings as quietly as possible during his patrol, sneaking silently on villains and criminals alike. It's essential. And he's very good at it.

He opens the door to this apartment, as quietly as possible,

"Welcome home, Sho!"

Goddammit.

Every time.

Hizashi and Kaidou are in the living room, watching a live recording of the news at a mall where a person covered from head to toe in what looks like wasps, there's so many you can't even see the human underneath them. Hizashi's working on his laptop over the coffee table and Kaidou's eating a snack, lying on his futon and watching in concern as the news camera-guy shows a pro hero seemingly successfully negotiate with the villain. "That's disturbing. That happens a lot?" the boy mumbles.

"You're eating on your bed." Shota informs plainly and Kaidou bolts upright when he notices the ravenette is there.

"Wha- but! Mr. Yamada said it was okay!"

Shota levels his glare at his husband who simply shrugs, not looking up, "I eat on the bed."

"So those were yours," he mutters, "I've been taking extra time in the shower thinking I was dirtying the bed."

"I'll gladly eat on our bed if it means you shower."

Shota simply rolls his eyes and plops a new, empty school bag next to Kaidou's futon. "You're going to school tomorrow, problem child. One-on-one lessons with Nezu."

"School?! How long are you planning on keeping me here?!"

"Not for long. But we never know. You've got a lot of things to learn about this universe before you can actually start attending school."

Kaidou purses his lips, bringing up his knees to his chest and plopping his chin on them. He sighs, wistful, "Okay, Mr. Aizawa."

"Don't be so down, listener," Hizashi butts in, looking up from his laptop— which Shota was immensely grateful for because he has no clue on how to cheer up a child, "On the off-chance you do stay here until next year, you might be able to join a class with other kids in it! And who knows, maybe you'll get into the heroics course?"

"What does that mean…?"

"Nezu will tell you," Shota nudges the empty black backpack he bought with his foot, "And that's why you need to get ready for tomorrow."

"What am I even supposed to pack?" Kaidou pouts.

"Everything you need is in the bag."

"Then what am I supposed to prepare?!"

"Mentally, Kaidou. Nezu is an… interesting fellow."

"O-okay, sir!" the boy voices, finally getting the message and getting up to scurry off to the bathroom to presumably prepare himself.

It's silent for a moment when he leaves, but the reporter on the television snags the men's attention away. She starts asking people around how they feel or something to get as much footage, probably. A little girl lingering near the scene even after the hostage was carried most likely to get checked up and the villain was captured goes to say something to the microphone shoved in her face but a man cuts her off and snatches the mic form the reporter,

"Sorry from interrupting you girls but as a relative of the victim I have some things to say."

The reporter recoils a bit from the unexpected interference but is quick to jump on the bandwagon, "Right, how did you feel-"

"I was worried for my sister but I know she's a fighter— but now that I have the attention of live national news, I'd like to ask for the viewers' help." The blond man with what looks a strange lab coat and a hair clip shoves a hand into his pocket and shows the camera a phone that's open on a photo of a very familiar teal haired teen, "Our friend Kaidou Shun had went missing a little over a day ago, not too far from here." Green olive eyes bore right into the camera and the man smiles but all Shota can do is grimace, "We're just worried about our friend as the very close allies of the Jet Black Wings and want to get him home safely. If you've seen him, please contact-"

"I'm really sorry to cut you off, sir," The news reporter grabs the microphone back, much to the man's annoyance, "but we're running a little late on schedule. If someone you know went missing, I highly suggest filing a missing person's report, on the other hand," She then goes on to talk about something unrelated and the news cut off from the scene.

Hizashi and Shota look at each other.

"But I thought that no one here is…" the blond trails off, staring at the TV that is now showing a commercial.

"Did he mention anyone that fit that description?"

"No. Not really. And definitely nothing about allies, either."

They both stay in silence; only the soft sounds of Kaidou giving himself a pep-talk can be heard.

"Do you think it might be a trap?" Hizashi asks, dragging a hand down his face and leaning back on the couch.

"It might be. But we should ask Nezu."

"Alright." the blond says quietly, "Should we tell Kaidou?"

"We shouldn't worry him. We'll figure this out." He's aware that this may be their opportunity, but that guy really gives off bad vibes. Not to mention Kaidou hasn't said anything about this person and or their sister. This will help Nezu's plan though, since obviously they're from the other reality.

"I'm ready for school!" Kaidou bursts out the bathroom's door, nearly giving Hizashi a heart attack.

"It's only tomorrow." Shota reminds him and the teen tisks,

"I already knew that, come on."

Chapter Text

Top 15: Remote Quirk

 Poke- slap!

"Yeesh," Kusuke rubs his wrist, leaning over Kusuo… somewhere. "Awake now, are we?"

"What the fuck." the younger boy rasps.

"A bunch of wasps landed on you."

"Ugh. Don't remind me." Kusuo sits upright slowly on the bed he's on. "Are we in a hospital?"

"Yeah, but you didn't get injured. Not even one of those bugs stung you," he shrugs, leaning on the bed's rail, "Said we can just leave when you wake up."

"How are we paying this?" he squints, glaring at his brother.

"There isn't much to pay since essentially all they did was give you a bed to nap on and secondly," he raises an eyebrow, annoyingly, "if we're paying, we're paying with money. I'm rich, if you remember."

"That actually works?"

"Yup."

So these two universes use the same currency? How much do they resemble each other, exactly? Because last time Kusuo checked, most people didn't spit out bugs out their mouths like it's nothing. Not even he can do that. Or maybe he can. Not that he'd want to.

Kusuke hums, "How about we go home and take a long rest?"

"I'm not a child," Kusuo snaps. He does kind of want to rest, but they have to find Kaidou as soon as possible.

"Hey, don't be like that. Look at what I got you!" he says gleefully and pulls out a packet of coffee jelly. Tempting, but they still need to solve their problem. Still, the younger of the two snatches the dessert and starts munching on it with the plastic spoon Kusuke provided. It tastes as good as ever. "And while you eat that," he babbles, "look at what I made!" He pulls out of his bag a little remote looking thing; the same one from earlier.

"What does that do?" Kusuo asks from between bites.

"Why I'm glad you asked, dear little sib! Take this," He hands the remote, which means the psychic has to place the jelly down, much to his saddening, "and try to send it home."

Reluctantly, he does just that, just for the glow to last two seconds without anything happening and he stops, getting the idea. "So you made an object I can't send. How is that supposed to help us do anything?"

"No, no. Have you not read my texts?" Kusuo blinks at him blankly and Kusuke sighs, "I said that the powers most people have here, like vomiting wasps— that are called Quirks, by the way— usually have some sort of disadvantage. Like that guy's wasps couldn't even sting you because you were unconscious or something. That's what the doctor said, at least. Anyways, so I checked some of the other machines and you'll probably have to wait a little more time for the object to teleport. And you'll get dehydrated if you use the power here too much. So technically, you'll never have to pee again!" he adds happily.

Good grief.

"Now that you know this, try using the remote again."

Kusuo huffs but still gives it a try. After an agonizing twenty seconds of his hands glowing without result, the remote's tacky little stick with a ball stuck on it finally shoots out an almost blinding white beam towards where it was directed— which so happens to be one of those poles they stick medical bags on— and it vanishes, the beam leaving as well.

"Ta-da! I made a remote that redirects your power." Kusuke announces while making halfhearted jazz hands.

"We just stole hospital equipment."

"Eh. You can always teleport it back. Or… pay… or just skedaddle."

"We don't know to where that teleported exactly, though."

"Why don't you go and find out then?" he asks with a vacant smile, "You can always rid of any evidence you find there."

Kusuo scoffs, glowing palms already on his lap, "Then I'm leaving you here."

"You're going to have to bring back that pole somehow, Kuu."

"I can teleport it without teleporting myself." the pink haired teen answers factually, before finding himself in his house's kitchen— confirming that he'll teleport himself or the object to where he wanted or thought of, as long as it's in the other universe— next to the pole lying limp on the ground and his mother staring at him in confusion. "You're back."

"Not quite. I just need to take this."

"Alright, sweetheart, take care." she says with concern.

"You too, mom."

Forty second later, and Kusuo is back in the hospital, pole on the ground again and he looks at it. "I knew you'd come back." his older brother says from the same position Kusuo left him at, sitting next to the bed.

"Did it hit you?"

"No."

"Tch,"

~-*-~

So no one really told Shun that the principal of U.A. High School was a rat thing. The morning was quite eventful, with Mr. Yamada checking he had all the things he needed for the day except for the books that they said he would be given, in his bag maybe four times and Mr. Aizawahead telling him that they'll be around the corner. One of them, at least. There's. So many hallways…

So yeah,

He didn't really think he would be drinking tea with an overgrown mouse thing in 'Mr. Nezu's office. They could've warned him. They really could.

"Before we start learning, there's something else we must do." Mr. Nezu informs after a few minutes of pure silence.

"O-oh?" Shun tries to sound cool in front of the principal of the most something-something high school in all Japan but it's kind of hard because uh.

"We'll start shortly." the mouse informs, grinning over his tea, "But right now, I want to work on a way that will aid us in returning you home eventually."

"What way?"

"Well, we can't really do much, since you weren't the one to cause yourself to arrive here, as far as we know. So we'll most likely just run your DNA through a system, see if there's something or someone that remotely match you."

"Ah, I understand." Shun says in his most confident voice, not understanding in the slightest, "So I can just… give you some of my hair?"

"Yes."

"Alright then…" Shun plucks out a single strand and places it awkwardly on the desk in front of him. Mr. Nezu takes it and places it in a clear, plastic bag.

"So now," the principal starts, "we should start from the very beginning, when the first Quirk was manifested. Open your history book."

"R-right!"

Even with the weird appearance and the high-tech devices that helped during the lessons, even with Mr. Nezu needing to leave every so often for principal businesses, Shun quickly found out that it was quite easy to learn. And how weird this world is. This isn't the first time he has a private lesson with a teacher one-on-one. It just so happens that this teacher is, well… that.

 ~-*-~

"Maybe it be would be easier for you to spot him if you kept your eyes off your phone." Kusuo grunts. This is the second day he and Kusuke have been walking around looking for Kaidou, and it's already afternoon. This time, the older of the two was adamant that they stick together, even though Kusuo can take care of himself, thanks.

"Oh hush, you," the blond shakes his head, green eyes trained on his phone-thing, "While you're uselessly looking around, I'm finding way to actually find him."

"Please enlighten."

"Patience, dear. I'm oh so very close."

Kusuo scoffs. He'd wish they were close to Kaidou. This is already way more complicated than he would've liked and this universe and his brother are most definitely not making this any better. "Oh, by the way," Kusuke says, making the pink haired teen flinch slightly. He still needs to get used to that, "I've updated this." He shoves the remote form earlier into Kusuo's hands, "Now instead of teleporting home, it teleports to wherever you want here. And there's an off switch to that." True to his words, there's tiny switch with 'off' and 'on' written on both sides of the button when the psychic looks.

"Again, why do I need this."

"Why do you care?"

"I don't want to waste time."

"So while you were wasting time," Kusuke tilts his head away from his phone then, grinning at his brother, "I figured where Kaidou is."

Kusuo perks up, "Really?"

"No. Well. Sort of. I haven't found his exact location, I tried detecting him using your psychic abilities as a go off, if anything similar picks up… I tried that our first day while you were passed-out and it didn't work." he explains, eyes trailing every corner and window around the little outdoor mall they're circling around that isn't too far from the tunnel. Because malls attract kids, right? "I thought I did something wrong or that his… your power aura on him wasn't strong enough?"

"Sure,"

"But something just picked up." He shows Kusuo his phone's screen, exhibiting one of those screens with dots and circles like that airplanes have; one obviously being the psychic himself and another, smaller one whoever knows how far away. "I doubt it's your friend, since he would've picked much earlier… but it certainly has something to do with him."

"What do you think happened?"

Kusuke hums, "Maybe someone is altering his psychic-world aura thing?"

"Let's just go there."

"Problem," the blond says as he randomly flops on a bench, tossing his bag next to him, "The place the other dot is in a… very secure location. U.A. High School. You know the place?"

Kusuo sighs, sitting down next to his brother and stretching his limbs. In this place they actually feel sore, "No, Kusuke."

"Well it's essentially a school to teach kids to become heroes and it's highly secured— the most in Japan— both physically and tech-wise. Did you know I've broken multiple laws trying to hack them?"

"And how do you know all this? ...Not the last part, I mean."

"I googled it."

Yeah what did Kusuo expect.

The psychic heaves a deep, long breath. Frankly, it would have been so much easier to let Kaidou fall through that manhole. How did that dolt get himself into a highly secured school for gosh darn superheroes. That chuunibyou is one heck of a lucky boy to have Kusuo to care enough to not run away from his problems. Good grief.

"So what are we supposed to do." The teen grits and his brother smirks devilishly at him. Oh great.

"Why I'm glad you asked, little Kuu. You see, if we can't enter from the outside, we'll just have to come in from the inside!"

"You're not seriously-"

"Yup! You're going to attend U.A.!"

Kusuo grumbles— though it sounds like a whimper— into his palms. "Ugh. I hate everything. Do I need to remind you that I have no idea about anything in this world? Or that I can barely use my newest ability well? Not to mention that I barely know anything from home! I don't actually listen to the teacher. I usually just cheat. And ever since we got here, my memory's been kind of funky." A man that walks by side-eyes them at the cheating part but the pink haired girl-looking boy glares back at him. A hand on his shoulder jolts him out of his rambling and when Kusuo looks to his right, Kusuke is biting his lip, looking unsure and less smug than usual.

"Don't worry, Kusuo… That's why I'm here, remember? We'll train and learn until then. We still have, like, ten months. And don't worry about not submitting a form; I'm sure that with my money-"

"You want us to stay here for ten months?!"

"What is ten months for a guy who reset the world for a year every year for however long?"

"Not a lot, but for Kaidou it is."

Kusuke huffs, "U.A. has their shit. If Kaidou managed to get help there then he's getting help."

Kusuo deflates, "Do we have another option that won't require us to either attend school or hurt some security guards?"

"Probably not."

Right. He guesses they're really doing this. All for Kaidou. He owes him at least a thousand coffee jelly packets when this is all set and done. Which it will be. And Kusuo will make sure of that.

Chapter Text

Top 14: Teleportation Quirk

It's the second day Izuku is spending at Dagobah Beach. Right after getting home from school, he packed a roll of trash bags, sunscreen and his trusty crowbar that he named Riyuka because when you get a weapon you name them no questions asked.

This time he's prepared. More than he was yesterday after school, at least. When he only discovered the place that morning.

Between swinging Riyu around and picking up trash, his body aches and burns. He's starting off small; with old cans and computer monitors and books because people throw them here alright. Using an almost broken, icky bucket he shoves empty garbage bags in, he crams as much trash as he can until it started slipping out or it's literally too heavy for him to actually lift, he goes back and forth, delivering the garbage from the beach to an actual dumpster where it would be taken care of.

Little by little he carries as much as he can in every trip, until the air becomes cool against his sweat and the glimpse of the evening would show. He has at least one more hour before he would need to go back home for dinner. His mom is already texting him a bunch, checking he's safe.

It was then when he was 'practicing' with Riyuka a bit behind a particularly large pile of trash and away from the unsuspecting eyes of anyone that might be walking by, did he hear a voice. Someone was talking, close enough that Izuku knows they're on the beach and he stops his jerking, gingery trying to listen in to the soft speaking.

"-since there wasn't a law about it at the time. They were called Vigilantes. And the police thought that was a big no-no, so they made a law that you have to be a pro superhero to be able use your Quirks in public…" The voice rattles off. Why are they talking about Quirks and the history of Vigilantes? "They usually manifest at the age of four, like I said… and overusing them usually doesn't go well, like… not being able to pee— are you even listening to me?" There's a silence, and then a low monotone voice replies,

"I've never had to listen to anything in my life."

Izuku chokes on nothing from the absurdity of the reply and starts coughing, muffling his voice behind his hand and takes a peak, hoping that he wasn't spotted.

There're two people. A young blond man scowling at his phone screen— presumably where he's reading the information from— and a teenage girl with pink hair and glasses and a school uniform that looks awfully familiar but Izuku could swear he's never seen before, glaring at a broken microwave, holding it with ease as her palms glow.

"Well you should," the taller of them says, "We have a lot to go through and a lot of time. If you can't concentrate on training your ability and what I'm saying then we can just-"

"I can concentrate." she grumbles, then, "I'm just used to concentrating on other, more important things, airtight? Good grief."

"Alright, alright, I trust you, little sib."

Suddenly, the microwave the girl was holding glows a little more before vanishing completely as if it was never there. "Hey!" the greenette blurts from his hiding spot without thinking. The teenage girl visibly, dramatically flinches, bringing her hands to protect her face with a silent scream while the man turns his head calmly and looks at him with a somewhat alarming smile,

"Interesting. I've also read that animals can have Quirks. Do you think a raccoon perhaps got the ability to shapeshift?"

"N-no!" Izuku protests, hands flying around his face anxiously, "I'm a human! And-and sorry for startling you! I-I- just-"

"So you're not trying to threaten us?" The blond tilts his head in amusement, "What's that crowbar for then, bud?" The girl who'd gone back to her calm demeanor places her hands on an old car and they start to glow again.

The freckled teen notices he's still holding Riyuka and squirms, "Sorry! I'm not here to hurt you, I promise! I'm just cleaning the beach and uhm…" he looks at the girl who isn't paying attention to them one bit, "I was wondering where you're sending all these to?"

The man hums, taking his hand out of his pocket and Izuku wonders what's in there, "Don't worry. We're just sending these to a landfill. My sister is just training her Quirk." The car disappears and the girl sends a glare towards her brother.

"Don't go spilling our secrets."

"These aren't secrets, Kuu, when you arrive at U.A. then they're most likely going to find out anyway." He shrugs.

"Wait? You're aiming for U.A.?" Izuku asks, taking steps closer to them, deciding that if they're going to try and get into a hero school they're deemed safe.

The girl levels her glare at him, then, and scowls, "Yes. You have a problem with that?"

"N-no! I'm trying to get there too!"

"How nice!" The blond smiles, vacant green eyes trained on Izuku, "So you're also training your Quirk? Hopefully you're spending enough time studying, you know… U.A. is a hard place to get into."

"Uhm, I guess you could say that…" He looks at his crowbar, "And I'm already almost at the top of my class! Well… if my teachers would let me. And- ah- my name is Midoriya Izuku!" he says bashfully, hoping they don't question his 'Quirk'.

"Well, my name is… Sakagami Kunimatsu! And this is my sister, Sakagami Kuriko." He grabs his sister around her shoulders, much to her annoyance and there's a twinkle in his eyes with interest, "It's nice meeting you, Midoriya. Say, since you're so smart, do you mind teaching my sister a little bit? You see, we were homeschooled all our life but our parents did a poor-piss job at teaching us anything about Quirks or pro superheroes."

Izuku gawks. They want… his help?

"I know little Kuu here looks like a total bitch, but she's really just a softy! All her friends and family would tell you that!" Mr. Sakagami exclaims and briefly glances at the younger Sakagami who's still frowning down at another piece of garbage she's working her Quirk on, but Izuku can tell that her face is much softer compared to, for example, whenever he tries to talk to Kacchan and he gets genuinely annoyed by him. "She's a treat to be around, really."

The greenette doubts that a little, but she looks up at him and their gazes crash and he can tell for sure that she means no harm, that she isn't really mad and her face goes blank, less irritated. "If you don't mind!" He beams cheerily and the teenage girl grimaces,

"If that wouldn't be an inconvenience to you, then it would be highly appreciated." she says quietly and Izuku's smile only grows.

"No problem! It would be my pleasure!" he announces, saluting with his crowbar. What hero would he be if he didn't help someone in need? And! New friends! He can't wait!

The following weeks, every time Izuku made his way to Dagobah beach, the Sakagami siblings would always be there, any hour, any day. At least Sakagami would. Sometimes her brother was absent but she would always be there, wearing her uniform… even though she was homeschooled. He asked her about that one day and she didn't reply.

He'd teach them about anything relating to Quirks while they made trips from the beach to the dumpster. Mr. Sakagami brought Izuku a wheel cart on the third day they met, not explaining where he got it from. They had a lot of things. The older of the bunch would bring random stuff at times in his bag like multiple, fresh water bottles and gloves for the greenette as a 'thank you' gift.

Izuku had mixed feelings about him. He didn't help as much in cleaning and would simply follow them around, helping sometimes with putting little things into the cart while Izuku plopped two stacked computers into it from the other side of the beach— he still had to train his muscles! And wouldn't take help carrying the cart or wouldn't let Sakagami transport the more heavy stuff that he already called dibs on. Which she didn't seem all that upset about.

The blond would ask most of the questions while they traveled to the dumpster. Even though he didn't know much about Quirks or the world of pros, he was still quite smart and caught on quickly as Sakagami would just suffer through the mumbling the two males would converse.

He was creepy. And cryptid and would sometimes stare at his sister in a way that didn't make Izuku all that comfortable but he would buy the two of them stuff, mostly coffee jelly and after a month of knowing each other even a new, modified crowbar the freckled teenage boy called Riyutu— which is just a short version of Riyuka Two— which was a cleaner, more comfortable, aesthetically pleasing black crowbar with green pads and red tips that the freckled teen spent the next whole day gushing and crying about. And it only got worse when Mr. Sakagami taught him how to use it properly. It even has a button that makes the red tips glow! Like a flashlight! And around two months after they first met, the young man started showing up less and less, stating he trusted Izuku and his sister to take care of themselves now that the short teen knows how to use Riyutu properly.

Sakagami was different from her brother by a lot. She stayed quiet mostly at the start and the only indication he got from her if she didn't understand something he was trying to teach would be a slight purse of the lips and furrowed eyebrows but besides that, because she usually stayed quiet with a constant mildly bored or irritated expression, Izuku had expected to have to guess constantly what she's feeling but surprisingly, the girl would wear her heart on her sleeve,

She would smile brightly when her brother came with coffee jelly, something that she apparently has an unhealthy obsession with, and would have a small smile when she mentioned that something reminds her of 'someone annoying she knows' which the greenette learned that it meant her friends and she would grimace every time he complimented her on her strong Quirk…

Speaking of her Quirk, when he asked her early on about it, fishing out a notebook he didn't even realize he had on himself, and apologized and explained that he liked taking notes on Quirks, he questioned if it's okay if he asks about it, she simply said "No." So he only took notes about it at home. Through Mr. Sakagami, all he was told about it is that it lets her teleport things and that it makes her dehydrated, hence the ungodly amount of water bottles.

The two siblings didn't talk a lot about themselves. Never mentioned where they live or where they got all the stuff the blond brings or about their so called friends. They were mysterious and Izuku couldn't help but wonder about them.

He told his mom everything he knew about them excitedly and almost constantly. She was happy he managed to make friends but wasn't too keen about him hanging out with a nineteen year old man and was pretty pleased when he mentioned he stopped companying them, though she tried to hide it.

After a few months of knowing Sakagami and his mother asking him to bring her for dinner some time— preferably without her somewhat creepy brother—, she would decline harshly. Around five months of them cleaning the beach, Izuku gave her the nickname Sakuriko— a combination of her first name and the word Sakura because of her hair, hehe— that was the last straw before his mom demanded she meet her for tea and dinner. He told her that if she makes coffee jelly she'll most likely come and she agreed. He told Sakuriko that she's invited to dinner and only after did he mention the dessert did she click her tongue and cave in.

That's something he noticed about her. She would cave in. She never ever lashed out on it, even with her gruff attitude at times. She was sarcastic but she never meant any harm. Towards the start of their friendship, when she would insult him and he would apologize she would simply raise an eyebrow and grumble she was joking. And after realizing that's just her way of showing affection and her personality, they became closer and soon she became his best friend. He never imagined that friendships, especially with someone who usually looked like they didn't want to be here, could be so fun and pleasant.

After a successful dinner with his mom and Sakuriko, where the pink haired teen would nod to anything while making that adorable face as she ate the homemade coffee jelly, mom officially deemed her 'good', which was a relief.

They traded numbers, the two, and they would text when he was in school. "Who are you texting?" the kids in class would tease, "Your girlfriend?" and they would laugh.

"A friend…" he would murmur.

"Pff! You don't have friends!" Kacchan would huff, "They'll probably dispose you the moment they figure out you're a Quirkless Deku."

And with those doubts planted in his mind, Izuku would sulk on his way to the now somewhat cleaner beach and when Sakuriko who always got there first and left last— except for the few times she would grimace down at her phone and say she'd have to leave and teleported out of there, only coming back a few hours later or the next day at times— would spot him, she would teleport herself and leave and come back a few minutes later with candy with the excuse that he wouldn't be able to teach her efficiently if he's sad all the time and then he agreed a little with Kacchan, that it's not fair he's keeping his secret from her.

When he did muster up the courage to tell her, she simply said she didn't care with the same bored face and asked him to go over an area in the learning she didn't quite get. He could cry right there. He did.

When they finished cleaning up the whole beach only a few weeks before the entrance exams to U.A., he screamed at the sky as Sakuriko simply gave him a disturbed stare and said "Good grief. That took a lot of work."

By now, Izuku was much more physically capable and more trained with Riyutu while the other girl managed from taking around twenty seconds to transport an object, to three seconds. That was still more time than she would have wanted but she says that as long as she keeps a good aim with her remote thing she has on her, she'll be fine probably.

Even with those three seconds, her quirk was still immensely strong, the size or weight of what she was transporting, including humans (even though she refused to use it on him) not coming into account with her ability. She was also really strong physically, a fact he learned when she made a huge dent in a refrigerator while spotting a bug. Also her natural reflex to flinch when an unsuspected noise disturbed her toned down and he was so, so proud of her. And she said he did a fairly good job, too. Which meant she was impressed and proud of him too.

She wouldn't have a problem getting into U.A. and he just hoped it would go the same with him.

~-*-~

"What do you mean I don't get to try for the hero course?" Kaidou whines for the one hundredth time maybe.

"Because you don't have a Quirk." Shota answers lamely, picking the problem child from another lesson with Nezu. He's already pretty much learned everything he didn't-know-but-needs-to twice at this point. It's been ten months since they took him in and every god forsaken time the little machine Nezu created with help would say that they were getting closer to the source of the power which would almost all the time be around Dagobah Beach, would vanish. Which was curious. Why was the source always there all the time? Weren't they trying to search for the boy?

The machine wasn't specific enough and with the large piles of garbage it was hard to really spot anyone. They did notice that the beach was getting cleaned and wondered if the unworldly power had anything to do with it but they would only find a little green haired kid, they would say, and when they asked him one time if anything strange was occurring, he simply said no. With a lot of bows and apologies. A lot of the people that were in the area whenever they searched informed said they hadn't seen anything. Which is frustrating.

Slowly, Kaidou started losing hope and throughout the months would be less excited about everything, which made sense, so since he wasn't allowed to go around without supervision and had no friends his age, he started picking up hobbies. He'd make friendship brace- sorry, Darkness Repellent Bangles, for one. He made matching purple, red and white ones for the three of them to match and another bee patterned for Hizashi and Shota on the blond's request. Needless to say, the faculty at U.A. were amused to see their gruffly, tried coworker with three bracelets, including one that Kaidou made just for him, a simple black one.

He didn't want to wear them, really, he didn't. But the problem child insisted that if he can't be there to save him at least 'the bangles could'. And Hizashi forced him. So.

Kaidou also started writing in a 'journal', which with the small glimpses Shota was able to sneak, mostly consisted of depictions of crudely drawn monsters and, well, what a diary would usually have. That part he didn't look too closely at. Privacy, and all that.

"Right, because I hold the power of the Jet Black Wings! It's stronger than any Quirk out there as far as I'm aware!"

Shota sighs, tapping the steering wheel with his thumbs. "Right. I'll talk to Nezu. Again."

"I'm a hero!" he insists, pouting at the window, "If I'm gonna be stuck here, at least let me do my duty legally."

"Even if you're not allowed to enter the usual entrance exams, you might still have a chance to get into heroics if you do a good job at the Sports Festival." he informs and Kaidou perks at that, but doesn't say anything. 

Chapter Text

Top 13: Weapon Quirk

They stood there, the three of them, at U.A.'s entrance gate as slowly— slowly— kids started to file in. They got there early. Very, very early. An hour early, to be exact. Kusuo glares at Midoriya.

"Hey, you were the one that decided to accompany me!"

Kusuo glares harder.

"And you don't have to be here…" the greenette directs that last part to Kusuke, who wanted to check the school out anyway. He wasn't allowed into it of course, and that's why they're standing outside, Kusuo with a packet of coffee jelly in hand, open. Good.

"I'll wait here for a little while more…" he says as he watches the kids go by, "Did you manage to convince them to let you bring Riyutu?"

"Yeah!" Midoriya smiles brightly as he pats his school bag, "We said it's crucial to my Quirk! Which is technically true! Since I don't have one…" his voice gets smaller as the sentence rolls, his gaze jumping between the students entering, too.

That's also how they were able to bring the little teleportation remote that Kusuke made that the shorter teen keeps pestering him about naming, all thanks to the psychic's brother's weird ability to control power and money.

Kusuo also technically has no Quirk. He wonders if in another, probably just as sufferable reality, he could convince the school for him to bring, like, a box full of coffee jelly packets. Some kids could get away with that, right? Just a thought. Midoriya would probably name it Geniji or something. But for now he'll have to do with his writing supplies, remote and water bottles safely tucked in his leopard designed bright orange fanny pack. Because he has one.

There's a scoff, and the pink haired teen lifts his gaze from the green haired one's red shoes kicking the ground to an ash blond boy with spiky hair walking past them, "Are these your little friends, Deku?"

Midoriya opens his mouth to respond but Kusuke pockets his phone he was idly scrolling on first and beats him to it, "Yes. Where are yours?" Kusuo takes a bite from his jelly. Yum.

The boy— most likely the 'Kacchan' Midoriya brings up from time to time— glowers for a split second before pushing past them with an angry face, scoffing, even though they were standing in the corner and he could easily pass without bumping into them. "Why did you do that?!" the greenette squeaks after a moment.

He shrugs, "It was funny." Kusuo finishes his jelly. Alright. Time to enter. He nods towards the direction of the school to signal they should be going and his brother claps, "Ooh, I'm so proud of you, lil' sib! Good luck, you two!" Kusuke hails.

"Thanks, Mr. Sakagami!" Midoriya calls as the secret psychic transports the packet and then his brother— remembering that although he's teleporting the empty cup of coffee jelly to a dumpster, it doesn't go the same for the blond, even if it feels as if it should. And they start making their way to the school.

Promptly, the curly haired teen trips with a squawk and on instinct Kusuo reaches his hands to catch him but the moment they grasp his bag they start glowing and he lets go with a hiss. He doesn't need a repeat of what got him in this mess in the first place, thank you dearly. He guesses he needs to learn how to not use the ability on impulse.

As Midoriya makes his descent as if life itself was on slow-motion, the pink haired teen has no choice but to watch his not-friend come closer and closer to his demised doom but an unfamiliar hand lands on his shoulder and the short boy immediately starts floating, successfully missing the ground. Kusuo remembers when he could do that.

Both boys gape— one more subtly than the other— at the girl who had just saved the greenette from practically ruining his whole day that kind of reminded Kusuo of Yumehara, "Sorry for using my Quirk on you," she says with a worried smile, "I just thought you might need some help…"

Midoriya turns into a mumbling, blushing mess, "Y-yes, th-thank you!"

"Hehe, no problem! Good luck!"

Off-brand Yumehara walks off and the shorter teen turns his head to gape at his friend, "I talked to a girl!" he squeals.

Kusuo stares.

Midoriya blinks. "Oh- oh. Oh! I-I've been talking to a girl this whole time!"

Good grief. This was going to be a mess, wasn't it? How many times has he said that sentence? Too many.

~-*-~

"Not to alarm you," Nezu says as him and the rest of U.A.'s staff got prepared in the surveillance room, "but the otherworldly power that connects to Kaidou is in the school as we currently speak."

Shota shoots his gaze towards the mousy man, "Excuse me?"

"You don't think…" Nemuri's eyes widen.

"That the source is trying to enter disguising themselves as a student?" Nezu finished for her. The aforementioned teen is currently in the other room, playing with his phone that Hizashi had bought him all those months ago, unaware about the severity of the conversation the adults are having not too far from him.

The staff becomes silent, processing the newfound information. The tracker they tried making to find any unnatural humanly powers that aren't Quirks isn't admittedly all that great, only showing the general area the likely power was coming from, which used to be constantly the same place. Except for now, apparently.

This is going to be a mess, isn't it? What a shame.

~-*-~

Hizashi was having a great morning. Fantastic. He always loves announcing stuff and the excited kids trying to get picked out are always willing to roll with the enthusiasm. Mostly. Sometimes. Well.

So yeah, preparing and going through the little slideshow he is required to present before the exam, he takes a little peak outside the window, smiling at the fresh faces walking towards the building, the aspiring heroes. Imagine his surprise, though, when right there, in the corner far from the school building, stands the man. The dude. The guy from the news. The creepy blond that neglected their bee-covered sibling to ask the viewers for help in finding Kaidou, claiming to be his ally or whatever it was.

Next to him stand two kids, a green haired boy and a pink haired girl.

Hastily, Hizashi fishes his phone out in a panic, almost dropping it, to take a picture or call Nezu or something, but when he looks back up, the man is gone and the two teenagers walk towards his direction. The one with green hair nearly falls. He takes a picture.

This is going to be a mess, isn't it? Just like how he likes it.

~-*-~

After a very awkward presentation and explanation of the exams by Present (and Explanation) Mic, consisting of a blue haired boy berating Izuku for mumbling during the display and the blond pro hero catching his gaze sharply on multiple occasions as somehow Sakuriko just seemed bored by everything beside him and Kacchan on his other side just being himself y'know, they were guided towards were the practical exam will be held, split into different groups.

Unfortunately, Sakuriko wasn't in the same group as him but distantly he did notice the brown haired girl that assisted him earlier. As he walks up to her, wearing his jumpsuit and carrying his beloved crowbar, the blue haired boy from earlier stops him,

"Please don't distract the students before the exams!" his tone is scolding, "And I do not believe that carrying a tool that isn't necessary to your Quirk is allowed in the exam. Unless you're aiming for the support department!"

The greenette's first instinct is to apologize, but since he's probably never going to see this guy again he decides to do what he wants to do. And he wants to make this funny.

"Excuse me?" he tries to sound as offended as humanly possible, even if his voice breaks, "Are you calling my friend a tool?! Riyutu-" he holds her up, "-here takes ten minutes to activate her quirk— 'Weapon', which lets her turn into the weapon her soul resonates with the most in the moment— didn't feel like rolling and jumping around in her metally form asked me to hold her as we wait." He huffs and crosses his arms, Riyutu poking out from the crease, "And that wasn't mumbling you heard before, I haven't been able to eat for the last three days due to the stress and that was most likely my stomach. I suggest you apologize, buckaroo!"

The boy's face goes pale and his jaw slack before he bows an impressive ninety degrees, "I deeply apologize! I did not mean to assume or come off as rude!"

Izuku restrains himself from giggling, "It's okay! Just be more understanding. I'm sure Riyutu forgives you too, isn't that right?" The crowbar bobs a bit in his hand. The tall boy nods towards him and the inanimate, lifeless crowbar respectively in acknowledgment before Present Mic suddenly starts the test and everyone, including the blue haired boy, run towards the action. 

The greenette does his best to follow and quickly gets attacked by a one pointer, he swings Riyutu with all his might, trying his best to hit the leaner parts of the robot's 'arms' and 'neck'. He manages to get the crowbar's hook around one of the arms as it start powering up and he pulls hard in the way the videos back home taught him. The robotic hand flies off and before it can use its other, he jams the tool— no offence, Riyutu— into the little hole the arm came from and smashes whatever it can reach inside, destroying the one pointer.

He does this to as many robots as he can for a few minutes, targeting their weak points and blasters but he's aware he's still falling behind. In a moment of distraction from his internal panic, he gets knocked over and his head hits the ground pretty damn hard which first of all— ow, and second of all— it's apparently enough to knock some sense into him and he realized that— oh yeah,  Riyutu is a crowbar. One that gets things open.

Izuku picks himself up quickly and dashed into one of the near three pointers, tugging the little metal panel on its back open and tearing the wires and mechanisms inside until the robot falls, defeated. Although this method is considerably easier and more effective, the more machines he destroys, the harder it is to find any and he feels himself slow down, getting hit more often.

Loud and varied screaming can be heard then, followed by participants dashing around him and the green haired boy jolts, looking behind himself to witness the most giant, fearful robot he had seen in his life. Why is it so big?! And why does it have pecs?! Izuku is glued to place as the zero pointer zeroes in (haha- okay no the time for that) on his direction and destroys anything in its path.

Through the unintelligible screaming of all the horrified teens running past him, there's one that stands above the rest. A girl, the same one from before, is stuck under some rubble, looking more nauseous than how the freckled boy feels, right on the zero pointer's course. Without any thinking, Izuku runs towards her.

The girl notices him as he nears and she opens her mouth. And pukes. Hello to you too then. "I overused my Quirk!" she explains desperately, coughing all the while. The robot's wheel thingies and its mere size is enough for him to realize that using Riyutu on it isn't going to fly. So he sticks the half of the crowbar with the pads towards her,

"Grab this!" He yells and she immediately does as instructed. He yanks her towards him but the crowbar becomes loose in her grip and she slips to the ground with a thud and a yelp.

"Sorry!" she breaths, "I can't use all my fingers to hold, that activates my Quirk."

The robot is very near now, only a few meters away from crushing them to certain death, he looks around frenziedly for any help but they're all alone, no human in sight. He swings his attention back to the girl, "I don't care about your Quirk! Just hold as tightly as you can!"

She sniffs, but grabs the crowbar as securely as she can in her state nonetheless. This is Izuku's last chance to save them both and with all the adrenalin that's rushing through him, he pulls as efficiently and strongly as he can towards the opposite direction of death itself, the zero pointer. As he jerks swiftly, the girl is yanked away from the robot only by two meters or so before she falls again, yelling in agony as her body is dragged under the rubble. He jolts the tool at her and she struggles to lift her arms from her position, the robot now where she was only seconds ago, the debris under it cracking with the weight. They both screech meaninglessly, openly weeping. suddenly, one loud voice can be heard above the rest.

"And that's time!" Present Mic's overly cheery voice is broadcasted over the vast area and everything abruptly stops. The zero pointer that threatened an innocent girl's legs now unmoving, pausing only centimes from where her foot peaks out of the pile. "We'll be sending Recovery Girl for anyone who needs assistance with injuries-" the hero's voice goes on but Izuku barely has the mental capacity to process it or even try to listen. He plops down on his knees. The girl pukes.

He might not have been able to stop or defeat the robot but he saved a life. And isn't that what being a hero's all about? He doesn't dwell on the fact that the only reason she survived is the time being up or that he most likely hadn't gotten enough points to pass since there's a movement in the corner of his eye and he looks up at the source of the small sudden shadows casted on him. Izuku's crowbar is floating meters above him.

"Riyutu!"

~-*-~

Shota looks between the monitors' and his cellphone's screens, more specifically at the two kids from the photo Hizashi sloppily took before he left to the auditorium, explaining that he saw them with the man searching after the problem child. He would question that maybe his husband was mistaken. That it wasn't really him. But the green haired boy matched the description of the kid that hung around where the unworldly power lied most of the time—Midoriya Izuku, going off his file— though it was proven to not be him by the detector, but the girl— Sakagami Kuriko— had a uniform eerily matching the one Kaidou wore when the underground hero met him for the first time.

Even though it says in her data that she was homeschooled.

Well, now she wasn't wearing it. The cameras showed her roaming around the fake city that's being attacked by robots looking as uninterested as a person being attacked by robots can possibly be while once in a while shooting a laser beam out of some remote that made the robot teleport a few feet in the air before they dropped down with a crash. The girl still looking bored as hell as she readjusts her red T-shirt and fanny pack that haven't changed positions since the start.

Clearly she wasn't trying her all, and Shota— who later on found out the other staff as well— suspected she was trying not to draw too much attention to her by not using her obviously more powerful abilities to the fullest, so she could blend in and reach Kaidou without suspicion to do whatever evil and dark things Dark Reunion wishes to do after kidnapping a child. Twice.

Though technically they didn't have proof of that yet, they're pretty sure she's— or at least a part of— what got the teal haired teen in this mess in the first place. He's already stressed enough, being stranded away from home. So they won't pile onto that with this new information.

Though there's also the question of if Midoriya is in on it or had just hopelessly been roped into this situation. But by the way he was clearly struggling earning points and going out of his way to save another student from a zero pointer, Shota's inclined to say the latter. He gets a notification that someone sent him a text message,

Problem Child: I think my phone is hacked?? I can't get a score above 5200 on Snack Smash?? Must be dark reunion! Please look into it thx

Yes. Kaidou is already going through so much as it is.

Chapter Text

Top 12: Crowbar Quirk

Izuku watched tearfully his test results that were projected in his room, All Might announcing how he had managed to get a place in U.A. with twenty-five Villain Points and thirty Rescue Points— which he would've been able to get more if the only reason the girl he tried saving wasn't dead by this point was time itself. But with fifty-five points, he was still able to get a fairly high score. All Might said he could be a hero! His dream, the thing he looked up to. He did it! The clip of the brown haired girl asking Present Mic to credit Izuku for rescuing her did not help turning down his eye leakage, let him say.

After hugging his mom and crying some more for half an hour maybe, he shot a text to Sakuriko asking how her results went, being sure she passed and asking her to call him when she could. She didn't see the text immediately but that doesn't matter! He passed! And he's only going to become better as days go by as he attends! He can't wait!

~-*-~

In all the months that Shun got to spend inside U.A., he learned to know the building like the back of his hand. Except for the rooms he wasn't allowed to, of course. Just like how some of his hand is covered with bandages. He knew all the teachers by now, even the ones that got less recognition. He already knew who his teachers will be and what and where his classes will occur this year but he still was excited.

He'd get to meet new students again! Unlike before when the kids in the cafeteria could easily leave the table he ate at, these new classmates had no choice but to know him! And he was determined to make new friends. They're not going to replace his old ones but still. Times got lonely.

It's the first day of school and he's there early. Because what else would he do. The first to his new class, 1-C, sitting cross legged on one of the middle back desks, fingers resting on the tip of their opposite's, watching the large door like a hawk. They probably aren't allowed to sit on the desks. But what are they gonna do? Expel him? Sure, dude.

The door opens slightly after a while and a head gingerly peaks in. A tan boy with short silver hair and a robust body type, wearing what seems like a black skin tight suit under his uniform, looks timidly around the empty classroom before catching Shun's gaze. "Oh, hello." He smiles nervously. "I thought I'd be first." he says honestly as he walks in, taking in the strange seats and large room.

"Welcome!" Shun says vigorously, extending a hand in more of a gesture than anything, "And congratulations on getting into class 1-C! I am Kaidou Shun, also known as Jet Black Wings! Although you aren't in the heroics course, it's still a huge accomplishment getting into U.A. in the first place. In times when the dark takes over and evil thrives, I believe that if you're willing on trying a little harder you can still…" Shun keeps rambling as the boy stares at him with confusion in his black eyes but a warm smile nonetheless. Not really understanding what's going on but still appreciating the greeting. If you could call it that.

The door slams open after a while and in struts a girl with curly blond hair, the roots blotchily becoming more of a brown tone, eerily looking like a peeled banana and dark mascara. She takes one look at the two boys before smacking her lips, "So why did you fail the practical exam?"

"…Got knocked out by the third minute…"

"Wasn't allowed in."

"My Quirk doesn't work on stupid robots!" she complains, "Who in the right side of the idiocy scale decided to use gosh darn fucking machines for an exam that's supposed to simulate living, human people villains?!" she scoffs.

"Only works on humans?" The silver haired boy tilts his head, "What's your Quirk?"

"It's called Stink. It's like Midnight's; I can exude a stinky-ass gas out of my skin. It's real bad."

"Well if Midnight was able to become a pro, then surely you can too!" the fairly buff boy says.

She snaps her fingers, "Thank you Catsuit, you're a real one."

Shun perks up, "Yeah! Did you know that banana peels can be used-"

The door opens, promptly cutting him off as a boy with bright lime hair walks in with a scowl, ignoring them and unconsciously flickering a snake-like tongue. Then a bunch more students enter, some introducing themselves while some ignoring the groups that decided to chat before the homeroom teacher arrives.

There was a girl with orange hair that reached her waist, even with her bonus space buns with a Qurik that lets her revert time on an object by ten minutes, a skill that wasn't useful in the test apparently, a boy with black hair that reached his chin except for the ones that were kept away from his face by a megaphone-designed hair pin who simply smiled politely before carrying on; a short, dark skinned boy with light brown dreadlocks who can create live gingerbread-men cookies out of his skin who laughed really loudly with razor sharp teeth.

There was a boy with a bright green message bubble for a head with a default '6_6' face, a quiet girl with raven hair that reached her armpits with a backwards black cap and a strained smile that tried to be civil but kind of looked like she didn't want to be there, a boy with unruly purple hair that looks like he hasn't slept in a year and stayed mostly silent, a girl with bluish-grey skin and teal hair with a mouth that looks like the top half of a triangle that kept saying mean things with a face of a person who's just trying to earnestly help. Her saying that Shun was delusional didn't make his day.

He enjoyed talking to some of them, telling him all about Dark Reunion and the Jet Black force and the different reality he lived in. While some did ask questions about his stories— mainly the silver haired boy from earlier, Zei Setaku— it was clear no one believed him. But that's whatever. No one really accepted his words, even back in his world, so he's used to it. It was always his job is to protect, defend, so it doesn't matter what people might think.

Shortly after, Ms. Zaiake, AKA her alias: Right-C, enters the classroom— a short lady with hair that transitions from bright teal to bright slightly-dark blue, a less well known pro hero with the ability to make an enemy feel severe guilt when they make eye-contact— which the criminal immediately breaks. From the guilt. Though thankfully she's kind enough to not use it on her students. Sometimes.

Everyone takes their seats and so, the first day begins. Shun wonders who's going to be his new best friend this time.

~-*-~

As unfortunate as it is, now that Kusuo has a better grasp on, well, everything— Kusuke has stopped… playing nice. Or whatever it was. He's mostly gone back to England in their original world, but he still left a few 'surprises' for him to discover, now that he can mostly do his own thing alone.

It's bad enough that the older brother somehow managed to get rid of all the U.A. ties Kusuo got with the uniform and replace them with ties with huge dumb-looking animal faces printed on them. He decided in the end to go without one. Even if it might draw a little more attention to him. But still less than wearing a gosh darn hippo face on his neck.

Kusuo doesn't care for first impressions. He doesn't want to have an impression on people and he usually is able to just gradually know a person for real with his telepathy— which he doesn't have here anyway. So opening your backpack on the first day of school to have it quite literally explode in your face in front of all the other students wasn't ideal for him. Not one bit. It wasn't strong enough to have an effect; it was mostly just the flashy sound and vibrant colors that caught everyone off guard.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!" the Yumehara knock-off— Uraraka, apparently— asks right after introducing herself and mistakenly calling Midoriya 'Deku' and Kusuo 'Sakuriko', which was proceeded with the loud noise. As the green haired teen, tie looking more ridiculous than the psychic's spare ones silently screamed, Kusuo just grimaces and plops down his bag on a desk that's placement doesn't give him anime protagonist vibes- cough.

"Please refrain from setting explosions in the classroom!" a boy who introduced himself as Iida Tenya and asked how Riyutu— the unbreathing, inanimate crowbar— was doing, announced, chopping his hand in the air.

Kusuo simply bowed slightly as some sort of apology, but either than that, not wanting to waste time before classes start, he spun around and headed for the door again. He still had a boy he needed to look out for. He noticed that the school was fairly large so finding Kaidou won't be an easy task. Someone in the background shouted about setting explosions whenever they wanted.

"Woah! W-watch out!" Midoriya calls and Kusuo pauses to look at him in question. He follows the fluffy haired teen's gaze to a yellow lump lying on the ground, one that the pink haired one almost tripped on. Huh.

Out of the yellow bag a black haired gruffly looking man rose and glared between the two boys before directing his attention back to class, "My name is Aizawa, your new homeroom teacher, but you'll call me Mr. Aizawa. Now get changed and meet me in the training ground in five minutes."

So Kaidou will have to wait a little.

Kusuo sighs. Well.

Quirk apprehension test, with the claim that whoever gets last place leaves the school happens. But two of the students don't have Quirks. Or maybe it's more, he isn't really paying attention. Trying his best to get an average score on each test and listening to Midoriya murmur trying to figure out if teleporting a ball counts at throwing it far. Using the remote Kusuke made him, Kusuo can teleport people and object wherever he wants, really. But that would make him stand out, with an overly powerful Quirk. So it's all this all over again. Let's say he can only do it in a certain distance without sucking all the liquid in his body and dying— which is a lie, because it's only affected by the amount of times he does it, and not the distance. But that sounds good enough, sure.

Since Riyutu is technically part of Midoriya's 'Quirk' he's allowed to use her, hitting the ball like it's a bat for maximum distance and using it for an extra push at the distance jumps. Some people— Bakugou— complained that it was cheating but Mr. Aizawa simply stated to pretty much mind their business. Speaking of the teacher, he's been staring at Kusuo almost at each and every test, calculating.

The fact that the tracker Kusuke built shows that whatever had managed to get some of this world's unworldly power, which most likely wasn't Kaidou because it showed up too late to be him, kept crawling back to that dumpster of a beach already gave the psychic a clue that someone out here has a similar detector of their own, tracking him. And since their flashing dot thingy keeps showing in the school meant that Kaidou might be hanging around here. That's why Kusuo was here, after all. And, well, he doesn't want some lowlife nobodies that aren't Kaidou to know his location and appearance.

So he wouldn't be surprised if the staff here knew that one of the students was the cause of the teal haired boy's existence in this reality. But how would they know it's him, really? They haven't seen him at that beach because he always left and he changed his appearance. Which doesn't really matter because there would be no chance that Kaidou had seen him at some point. Unless Kusuke did something. But he doesn't think he would fuck thing up for him in this scale.

He could have let them find him, and that might have sped up the process, but Kusuo barely knows anything about this school. For all he knows, they could be holding the teal haired teen captive for his lack of… this universe… something something— listen, what does he know. And as much as he hates to admit it— here, in this existence, and in this school, these people hold more power than him. And he doesn't want to find out what they would do to him, a person who actually has access to pretty much any location in two universes.

But whatever. Doesn't matter if they suspect the little pink haired girl to be some sort of magical witch creature, now, when there's people and students around; as long as they don't try to stop him, he doesn't care anymore.

"Hey bestie!" a sing-song-y voice calls. Aiura? Kusuo turns his head and a not-Aiura girl waves at him as she approaches. The girl with also pink hair— and pink everything else, honestly— stands right in front of him with a big smile. Please no. "Hey! We both have pink hair! Isn't that crazy?" The psychic blinks, glaring at her dully, "I'm Ashido Mina! But cuz we're besties now you can just call me Mina," She giggles and tilts her head, waiting for an introduction Kusuo isn't planning on giving her.

"Her name is Sakagami Kuriko." Midoriya says, pushing carefully through the crowd of students, grasping one of those strength-grip-machines, "She doesn't speak a lot, I know, but she's nice! Promise." He chuckles slightly. Traitor.

She smirks wryly, "Oh, so have you been friends for a while now?"

"I guess you could say that." Please stop.

"Well," Ashido smiles kindly, "I saw that explosion earlier and wanted to know what your Quirk is, if that's alright? There's another boy that creates explosions here! Are you two related? You both also didn't wear a tie, I noticed." she pouts curiously.

Kusuo sighs, "I don't have an explosion Quirk."

"Yeah! She has a teleportation one!" Midoriya says proudly, lightly swinging his crowbar next to him. Please shut up.

"Really?" she lights up, "I can make acid," the greenette's hand itches for a notebook that isn't there, "But what was that loud boom earlier then?"

"My brother," he says solemnly, "He'll be punished accordingly."

"Oh… okay…" she says quietly, smile still stuck to her face before turning to Midoriya, "And what's your Quirk?"

"Crowbar!" he announces, swinging his tool up for everyone to see though not many are paying attention, cautious to not hit anyone.

"That crowbar saved my life!" Uraraka shouts from a distance with a smile before her and Midoriya trade a thumbs-up to each other.

"This is an interesting class." Ashido states, "I love it!" she cheers before skipping to harass another classmate, presumably.

"I hope no one else thinks you have an explosion based Quirk…" Midoriya voices quietly with a slight frown after she leaves, "If word goes around about that then you'll quickly get a rival in no time." Kusuo nods. He doesn't need Bakugou to go after him. It'll just draw attention. And it would be really damn annoying. He has other pests back home he'll need to deal with.

In the end, the invisible girl ended up in last place. Though she wasn't expelled. The pink haired teen without the acid quirk got eighth position in the class, a good, average spot he was pleased with. The teacher didn't seem satisfied with it— but again, Kusuo doesn't care.

After that, they were told to leave to their next class and Kusuo sprints to the lockers swiftly so he'll have enough time for another search one-man-party before the break ends. And teleporting there doesn't seem… Appropriate; but as he walks out of the changing rooms he gets bombarded,

"Sakuriko! Let's go to class together!"

"Hey bestie! Are you ready to continue school?"

"Sakagami! Hey, is it okay if I call you Sakuriko too? Deku allowed me to call him by his nickname as well…"

"Sakagami! Why not accompany us on our journey to class? Riyutu and I were just about to discuss the interesting topic of the presentation of female pro heroes in media and we'd love to have as many girls join our talk. We'd appreciate your outlook too!"

Good grief. Kusuo doesn't even know what their next class is.

~-*-~

"Unfair, don't you think?" Hitoshi jerks, whipping his head away from the room's window. Another boy from his class he doesn't remember the name of looks out the glass too, face somewhere between soft and bitter— which is an unexpected combination— calculating, watching as one of the heroics classes retreat to the school after doing some exercise. "I think we have more than enough potential to be superheroes, don't you agree?" He looks at the purple-head then expectantly and Hitoshi shifts in his seat, unsure.

The other teen strikes a pose then, catching the taller one off-guard and he raises his eyebrows at the display, wondering how he can subtly back away from this kid without being noticed, "Why leave warriors like us back in the dust? I've been observing the students in our class, and you strike me as special. You aren't like the other kids here, are you?" he says distinctly and Hitoshi grimaces. Is he talking about his Quirk? He didn't even tell anyone what it is yet.

"Uh,"

"You're lost potential! I can see it! The way you sit quietly and watch… You remind me of a friend I used to have! And he is one of the coolest people on the planet- uhm. In all the existents! Your ability is strong, my friend, I can feel it, and I'd like you to join me. On defeating the power of evil and hopefully entering the heroics course!"

Hitoshi blinks. Is this this guy's way of asking to be friends? "You wouldn't want to be my friend if you knew what my Quirk is." he says grumbly.

The boy nods, "Are you planning on using it selfishly?"

He frowns, "No-"

"Then I don't care! The only way you truly lose is if you consider what you're doing as losing, and by the way you were looking at those kids, you seem like you think you're falling behind. So the only way to not be bad is to… stop… being bad. My power came from the darkest of corners, you see, wielding the strength to cause great damage! But if you use it carefully… you can only see the stars in night… and the moon, and…" he trails off, face becoming red as his words jumble. He whispers, "Let me be your friend, uhm. Please?"

Hitoshi furrows his eyebrows. Only in the darkness can the stars shine? He's not sure if that analogy works with his situation exactly, but he does get the point that this awkward teen is trying to convey. So he nods stiffly, "So you promise to… search for my stars…?" he asks awkwardly.

The teal haired bot beams, "Yeah! Thank you, Shinsou! You will not regret this, comrade!" he says the last part somewhat aloofly before storming out the classroom.

…did he say what his name was?

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Top 11: Compassion Quirk

It's the second day at U.A. and Sakuriko has been… missing. Well, not missing— but every break she would sneak off and ignore Izuku and all the other classmates while in class. She would always come back to the classroom less than a minute before the next teacher that comes in grumpily and would sit at her desk with a frown.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks her before she went off to leave again. She nods. "Where are you going?" Izuku inquires, blocking off the class' entrance door and she scowls.

"…bathroom."

"You've been going there a lot… are you sure you're okay?" he asks again, now worried. She glares at him in typical Sakuriko fashion and after a moment of concerned lip pursing, he lets her through.

~-*-~

This school is way too big and Kusuo just wishes he could teleport around this area and just find Kaidou and just take him back. But they're not allowed really to use their 'Quirks' while in school and he still needs to figure out where that short, messy haired boy that isn't the one that's constantly nagging him is first.

Kusuo kicks the ground, walking through another hallway he has no business being in, searching quietly for that voice that went a long while since he heard, doing his best to not run into classmates because he was quick to understand they're all nosy and annoying and especially not into staff because apparently they almost all give him that suspicious glare. Peachy.

He walks through the empty hall, focusing on the sounds coming from the different closed doors he's not really sure the purpose of, not caring to read the nameplate,

"Yeah, she was having an affair! Totally ruined her pro reputation…"

Not him…

"It ain't my fault you keep using your dumb Quirk right. In front. Of my face!"

Not important…

"I swear to god, Eisaku, if you don't shut the hell up in the next minute-!"

Kusuo sighs. Nope…

"Keep careful, alright? I want someone to accompany you anywhere you go, you hear?"

Not him. Again.

"I don't need protection! You might not know this, but I hold more power in my hand than all these Quirks combined!"

N-

Wait.

There's a sigh, "Yes. I know Kaidou. I've heard,"

Kusuo's breath hitches and he freezes before slowly turning his head to the closed door the voices came from and opening it only slightly, as quietly as he can and peeps in,

"Well I'm just saying! I don't need help."

Holy crap. There he is! Kaidou, in all his fluffy teal hair and red bandages and fake aloofness' glory, is sitting right. There. Talking to the homeroom teacher.

Kusuo holds the urge to just melt into the floor from relief or just tackle him and give him a big, tight hug before beating the ever love out of him. He feels like hyperventilating as he feels that familiar heat in his cheeks whenever he eats desserts or watches Satou.

The,

Not the one forms his new class.

He's just happy, okay? Plain and simple— unlike these past few months. He's also pits-of-hell level pissed. If only Kaidou would have just sat in that one dirty tunnel for twenty-four hours none of this would've happened. He could have probably just straight up gotten away with erasing his memory and calling it at that if he waited. But all those could'ves and would'ves are all in the past. He's here now. Right in front of him. What is he waiting for-?

"We're just worried, alright? You're situation isn't just normal and it's not something you can deal with your… powers." Mr. Aizawa says monotone but with care, standing in front of Kaidou who's sitting on a desk in an otherwise empty room, "We think you might be getting into trouble. As much as you think you can handle it, we're not even sure what we're dealing with. We're just asking you to be careful." He pauses, watching the teen, inviting him to deny, "We're trying to save you, Kaidou. Please help us with this."

Kaidou gulps before lowering his head, fiddling with his bandages, "I know. I'm sorry Mr. Aizawahead…"

The older man grunts, "Don't apologize, Problem Child."

The younger boy perks up, "Oh! And I've already made some friends! I'm sure they won't mind trying to protect me! They're gonna be great superheroes, you'll see! Hero course or nah!"

Mr. Aizawa huffs, hiding a small smile behind his scarf, lifting a hand to ruffle Kaidou's equally unruly hair, "Good."

God.

That's the name of the person above that made it their life mission to torture Kusuo. Because it was their idiotic, unnecessary and outright foolish idea to give him a dumb, traitorous heart full of unwanted, useless feelings. Like guilt. And sympathy.

So,

Kusuo sighs, quietly, turning around and heading back to the class unnoticed. He's not being fair. Not to Kaidou, not to Mr. Aizawa, not to Midoriya and certainly not to himself. They don't get to have something— someone just taken away from them without explanation. Even if he won't have to live through any repercussions, his annoying, feeling, no good heart will.

So like most situations in his life, Kusuo decides that this overly complicated mess is going to have to wait a little longer. Before he does anything, he's going to have to explain the situation and come to a— good grief— agreement. He's going to tell the truth. Not about his identity, since he has no reason to— but about the situation. Somewhat. Half-truth, maybe.

Which means he'll probably not have the peaceful-mostly-without-psychic-abilities life he'd imagined. Great.

And he's going to need help.

Not from Kusuke, since he has no access to U.A. and Kusuo frankly had enough with trusting him— but with another, green-eyed, cryptid boy.

The psychic sighs for what most likely isn't going to be the last time as he nears 1-A's classroom. He thinks hard, berating everything and everyone, not paying the people that gradually start to show up in the more common hallways any mind.

"Oi," Someone calls from behind him. Nendou?

He turns around unenthusiastically to come face to face with a different loud, annoying blond. He glares as Bakugou stamps forward, staring back at the pink haired tired soul.

"Some extras in class have been talking about how you have an explosion Quirk— and while I don't give a flying shit, I'm going to inform you right fucking now that you don't get to compare your weak-ass Quirk with mine, you hear?" he barks too loudly and Kusuo has that familiar instinct to roll his eyes, "I'm going to be the best fucking hero out there, let alone explosion based, so don't think you're all that special," he scoffs, hands on his hips as he leans slightly forward, menacingly— it would be at least, if Kusuo could only find the box he stored all his fucks in, "So stay out of my way!"

Happily— the psychic thinks before silently turning back towards the class-

"Hey! Fucking answer me you Alexandria's Genesis fake piece of shit!" Good grief. Make up your mind. Does Kusuo have a syndrome that makes him perfect or a piece of shit. Stay, leave— whatever pop song that is. Anyways, the purple eyed teen ignores him.

"You think you're fucking better than me?! Don't ignore me, you-!" Kusuo enters the classroom, ignoring the shouts and weird looks and background explosions. He's kind of busy doing his own thing. Leave him alone. Please.

"Sakagami!" Right, never mind. There is no god. "There you are, girl!" Ashido smiles and wraps a hand around his shoulders as Kusuo debates just teleporting home and sleeping for a year; a redheaded boy that looks too eerily similar to Hairo and a black haired one he can't remember for the love of the nothing above the names of trailing behind her, "Where are you these days, Gami?"

Kusuo halfheartedly lifts a hand to his stomach and magically, the other pink haired girl hums in understanding, picking up what the boy is sloppily dropping down and pouting, "That's rough, buddy."

"…she's hungry?" the spiky haired boy questions, tilting his head.

"Some things boys just don't understand." the teen with the strange elbows drawls with a lazy smile. Kusuo wants to leave.

~-*-~

Izuku's practically vibrating from joy as he walks to ground B with his hero costume and classmates. Initially, he wanted something inspired by All Might because he's the coolest person ever and he wanted it green, since it's his favorite color— but he wanted his uniform to match Riyutu also. So in the end he designed a mostly black jumpsuit piece with green elements and a red belt to match his shoes and his metal partner.

"He's. So. Cool!" he gushes, obviously talking about the number one hero who introduced himself only a few minutes earlier, walking next to Sakuriko who's costume is surprisingly not what Izuku had expected.

She's wearing a dark pink helmet with a blue visor obscuring her purple eyes with only a few pink strands of hair poking out, on her helmet V-shaped thin rods are attached below a small, light pink 'S'— presumably for her last name— she has a velvet handkerchief tied around her neck old fashioned, light pink chest, shoulder and knee pads above a dark pink long bodysuit and a white belt holding her remote and bottles of water for her Quirk, white gloves and boots and as a last touch, a mysterious key-like logo strapped to her stomach which when Izuku asked the meaning of she simply shrugged.

In all honestly, he expected something less flashy since Sakuriko is (not) known for not wanting to be known. It's a pretty basic design, actually. Though he guesses he isn't doing better.

She also doesn't seem all the enthusiastic about All Might being their new teacher, though he guesses he can't really blame her. While they were training together on the beach it was let slip that she has no idea who he is— which shocked Izuku to his core. She didn't know. Who All Might was! All Might! The number one hero! All! Might!

His excitement stayed all throughout All Might's explanation of the combat training, not being able to wait to see who he'll be teaming up with— hoping with all his might (heh,) that it isn't Kacchan, though— and picking his lot. Team B. "What did you get, Sakuriko?" he asks with bright energy.

She silently holds up a card with the letter D written on it. Izuku pouts. "Oh well, maybe we'll be against each other?" She glares at him— well, stares. Kind of hard to tell from behind her helmet. He chuckles and rubs the back of his head, "Not that I want to go against you, of course!" Though he'd love to know more about her Quirk— "Who are you teamed with?"

She pursers her lips— a sign she doesn't know.

The first match is announced loudly by All Might after a short while, Team A versus Team D.

While Saukriko sighs and walks to the building as the pro hero keeps talking, Izuku looks for the kids that didn't come with the rest of the students to the surveillance room. Four heads leave the group, one being his pink haired best friend and one of the others' being… oh.

Oh no.

His previous best friend.

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Top 10: Criticism Quirk

Katsuki is pissed. He really, really wanted to have the chance to beat the ever unloving crap out of Deku. Fucking useless piece of shit thinks he can just come in and insert himself into the same class as him without a Quirk?! He really thinks he can compare to him while being a worthless, Quirkless lump of junk that hits less hard than his stupid crowbar? He should be put in his place.

But he's not going to argue with All Might so he'll just have to settle beating the weak soul of Pinky out of her stupid face.

He grunts outside the building he and the other extra are supposed to look for the 'villain' team in, mostly ignoring the other, "I don't give a flying crap about what you do, just keep away from Pinky and get out of my way."

Boulder Head squirms beside him awkwardly, pigeons and loose mice slowly gathering around him like some weirdo.

All Might starts the exercise and Katsuki marches in, not waiting for the larger partner. He runs around the halls, watching for that purple eyed bitch.  

~-*-~

"Hey, 'My Helmet Obscures My Face gang'!" Hanta cheerily declares, pointing between him and his unresponsive partner, waiting for All Might to start the task. She ignores him, staring at a random spot on the wall as they stand next to the fake missile, the girl looking rather bored, "What?" he chuckles smugly, "You can have your own Pink Hair alliance with Ashido but we can't have one?" Sakagami grimaces. "There you are! Thought you were dead." he jokes. She, again, says nothing.

"So… what was your Quirk again? Something with explosions, right?"

She holds up a remote and quietly mouths "Teleportation."

Oh. So she's just shy! "Oh, okay. Mine is Tape! How about I go look for the other team as you keep guard on the bomb?"

She turns her head slightly to look at him before looking away again and after a moment she nods mutely. Hanta smiles wide, though he knows she can't see it, "Great!"

All Might announces the start of the exercise and the dark haired teen quickly makes his way to the nearest hallway, wishing his partner luck with a lazy wave.

After a few short minutes of running in the hallways— suck it, Iida!— trying his best to still be quiet as his hand lingers near his other arm's elbow, he spots a figure. Kouda— if he remembers correctly— whips his attention to Hanta as he comes into view, fiddling with his fingers as a trail of small animals lag after the taller boy.

The shorter of the two sighs wistfully, "You're not gonna make me hurt animals, are you?"

"H-hopefully, you won't be able to." Kouda says quietly before swiftly pointing at his target and the animals pounce like a small army.

The walking tape dispenser also doesn't wait a moment before leaping in, sloppily stepping around the rats and avoiding the birds as he pulls out his tape from his left elbow. When he makes it a little nearer to the large hero in training— glad for his helmet protecting all the pecking the birds keep insisting on— Helmet Squad goals— Kouda tackles him and grabs Hanta's right arm and twists it behind his back and the helmeted student compromises for jerking his other hand around his back and grabbing a strip of tape his right elbow projected from behind himself before ducking a punch from the other.

As he tries to navigate with a pigeon flapping near his face, he brings the tape forward with a punch to Kouda's ribs that thankfully makes him let go of the shorter's shoulder and he wastes no time wrapping the animal whisperer in his own tape, faintly apologizing for stepping on one of the mice's tales and actively capturing the enemy as Kouda falls to the ground, unable to move. Hanta laughs his best evil laugh before promptly slapping one of the birds to the ground, "Sorry!" he hisses softly.

"They'll be fine…" Kouda says from the floor and Hanta gives him a respective salute before scurrying off to find the next target.

~-*-~

Katsuki huffs as he turns another hallway impatiently but halts when he spots that ridiculous outfit and that bomb. Pinky flinches a little when he stomps loudly towards her direction, sneering, but other than that, she seems completely calm, not getting herself into battle. Again, she's looking down upon him, he's sure of it.

"Fight me!" he growls from the other side of the room, hands curled and ready for explosion.

She simply tilts her head before leaning in quietly and placing a hand behind where her ear would be if she wasn't wearing a helmet, silently gesturing him to repeat himself. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? He snarls, "I SAID FIGHT ME!" He barks before launching himself forward with a right hook.

Pinky flashes a small smile before stepping sideways and circling around him, hands behind her back like she thinks she's all that shit. Oh he's definitely killing her now. Before he can collide with anything, Katsuki uses a blast to twirl around and he sends a strong kick towards her direction,

~-*-~

"What's he doing?!" Kirishima groans from the surveillance room, running a frustrated hand through his spiky hair as he watches the monitor Kacchan and Sakuriko are broadcasted on, "He was right next to the missile! He could've just touched it and end the match!"  

Izuku sighs from beside him, "Kacchan's trying to prove a point."

~-*-~

Pink bitch does her best to keep away from Katsuki's attacks, strictly not assaulting back, shifting around him and the nuclear weapon with silent groans like this is just some fucking dance routine for her. Like he's not something to waist your Quirk on and he seethes. She jumps out of the way of another explosion which ends them up in the same position they were when he found her, now rubbing her arm with a frown. They've done nearly no progress, the explosive blond realizes and he growls,

"Fucking fight me, god dammit!"

"Why?"

Katsuki blinks from the unexpected reply, but he gets over it before he's back to glowering, "So I can prove that I'm better than you!" he spits.

"Why? You need to prove it to know?"

Who the hell does this bitch think she is?! "I fucking know I'm better!"

"Well? I don't see any advancement." she says calmly which only gets Katsuki's blood boiling hotter.

"Then fucking stand still, you dimwit!" He leans back to take a swing but she scoffs and moves to the other side again.

"So predictable. Seriously, how are you expecting to be a hero like that? All of you are you are the same," she grimaces and the blond momentarily froze. Did she just compare him to all the other extras-?! "You don't know what I go through! You heroes wake up with some Quirk and think immediately you can rule the world while in reality— you can't get one hit on a powerless, little, villain girl." she hisses, "I bet I can beat you with my hands tied around my back." She puts her hands behind her own back like said, wiggling them for good measure.

"You can't even beat me like this," he huffs, less tense. So she's just insane.

"Don't believe you."

Katsuki grins wickedly, placing his arms behind his own back, palms up so he can still use his Quirk— even though he's not going to need to.

~-*-~

"What are they doing now?" Uraraka tilts her head with her hands on her hips, pinky fingers lifted.

Izuku pushes his lips in a flat line, "Honestly, don't know. We can't hear them."

"They look ridiculous." Shoji helpfully adds.

~-*-~

"Alright. On the count of three." Pinky says, smiling slightly, head kept pointing at him strictly as she crouches lightly. Katsuki jeers. What god damn baby needs to count to three? Well, maybe this one time he'll be kind enough to give her three more seconds before she inevitably meets her demise.

"One…" she drawls, obviously slowly. She's clearly scared. The explosive teen's grin grows, "Two…" she smiles with finality though, like she already won. He can't wait to wipe that ugly smirk off her face, "Thhh-" she drags the last number in her usual monotone voice before her face— or at least what he can see of it— contorts into some sort of shocked grimace and she stands upright, "Behind you!"

"Eh?"

"Ow!"

Katsuki whips around to witness Stone Head absolutely smashing down on Tape Face and flinging him to the other side of the room.

What the fuck.

"How did you get out of my tape?!" Soy Sauce whines after he hits the wall with a thump.

"Uhm. You didn't use the tape All Might provided, so I was allowed and able to escape… Mice helped me by chewing it…" the taller teen informed quietly.

"I said to get out of my way!" Katsuki barks.

"Why are you berating your teammate? He saved you from getting captured." Pinky deadpans.

"Hey! You played dirty!" Katsuki growls, clutching his fists, "Knew you couldn't do it, fake-ass."

"So now we're not blaming our partners?" she shrugs, crossing her arms casually as Plain Face scrambles back to the scene, "As a villain duo, our childhood was filled with-"

"-No, no, no!" He cuts her off as he takes the helmeted boy's arm, making him yelp out in surprise as he tries to fend off Katsuki's partner before the blond flings him with an explosion to the end of a nearby hallway and out of view absently, "I'm done with all these games and made up stories!"

"B-Bakugou, the b-bomb-"

"I said out. Of. My. Way!" he shouts as he shoves the other away and lifts his hand to his gauntlet and starts explaining how they work to the barely harmed pinkette. As he tells the enemy girl about how exactly he's going to win this too long battle, her face morphs to something akin to concern and he can hear Zoo Keeper squirm in panic behind him, not sure what to do.

He ignores the loud protests All Might instructs at him over the earpiece or the glowing remote Pinky hastily fished out and actually aims behind him because she's so dumb she can't even target at someone less than four meters away as she takes clumsy steps away from his aim. He follows with his outstretched hand and the grenade attached to it at the girl's sloppy movements, grinning wildly, and pulls.

The last thing he sees before the explosion is a glowing beam shooting beside him and Pinky flying from the impact.

After all the noise of the action, it's deadly silent except for a few groans from the damaged building before All Might announces, "Time's up! Sero is still conscious and the nuclear bomb hasn't been 'deactivated'. Villain team wins…"

Katsuki lets that sink in as he stares at the girl slumped against the burned wall, out cold and visor shattered and the missing big fellow with his missing animal pets that Katsuki realizes he hasn't brought to this encounter in the first place. Which was probably a good idea. Not to bring innocent animals to a room with a bomb inside. Maybe Katsuki should have thought about what he's doing before doing it too— but that doesn't matter because,

He lost.

Katsuki lost.

~-*-~

Izuku frowns in concern as Kacchan, Sero and Kouda join the group in the surveillance room as Sakuriko is taken to Recovery Girl's office— but quickly forgets about it as his number one idol starts speaking,

"That was a very… interesting match we just saw!" All Might declares and some of the students nod with some form of exasperation, "Now, if I had to pick the most valuable player, I'd have to go with young Kouda." The aforementioned boy blushes and bounces the tips of his fingers against each other, "Who can tell me why that is?"

Yaoyorozu raises a hand and gets called on by the teacher, "Unlike his teammate and enemy team, Kouda didn't underestimate his rivals. Sero didn't listen to the instructions properly which let Kouda sneak up on him later on." Sero frowns in embarrassment, "Bakugou got distracted easily and used his Quirk recklessly in a situation where the entire point was to not damage the building— let alone the other students to the point of no return— and didn't work up a plan with his partner." Kacchan scowls silently, "Though Sakagami did her best to keep Bakugou away from the weapon, it's clear that she had more than enough skill to fight back and end the match quickly and not waste time, but didn't do so. She also decided to teleport Kouda in that last second instead of Bakugou to a less secluded area— which would have resolved that last part, but I suspect she simply might have aimed wrong or wasn't thinking straight from the panic."  

"T-that's exactly right, young Yaoyorozu. Pulled the words straight out of my head." The girl smiles proudly before the next match was called on.

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Top 9: My Mom's Healing Quirk

Chiyo walks in back to her office after gathering some more extra materials she forgot to restock. She's been instructed by Nezu not to leave Sakagami all by herself no matter what— but frankly, that's just plain ridiculous. There's no way a high school girl who voluntary saved a classmate that wasn't even from her team in that stupidly dangerous exercise from that big of an explosion when she could have protected herself is evil.

Seriously, they let these overly powerful kids be put against each other with the permission to use their Quirks without any previous training from the school. And Sakagami didn't even use her supposed 'Quirk'.

And as Chiyo suspected, while she retrieves back to her office, the young girl is still there— not on her cot though, but crouched on the floor in front of it, back facing the nurse; now not wearing her helmet to increase her comfort.

"What are you doing?" Chiyo asks as she places the box she's been carrying under her desk to sort later. Sakagami jerks in place with a small squeak, not hearing the older woman come in and drops what she had in her hand— a tissue and from the soft piece of paper a small bug plops on the floor and the pinkette hisses, falling on her butt.

Yeah. No possible way she's evil.

"Please rest on the cot. I'll take care of it." Chiyo says softly.

Sakagami stands slowly with a grunt and turns to look at the shorter woman, "Uhm, my mom has a healing Quirk… Can I just go and see her real quick?"

Chiyo raises an eyebrow, "Is she a nurse or doctor?"

She stands there for a silent moment before nodding slowly.

"Then do you mind telling me her name?"

She looks to the side awkwardly before sighing and retrieving to the cot, signaling defeat. The young girl lies stiffly on the bed, it creaks under her and she winces.

"I want you to rest here some more. Then you can go back to class and home with your friends."

The pinkette purses her lips before nodding again, "…my body hurts."

"Right. I'll take care of that."

~-*-~

"Sakuriko!" Izuku calls as the girl enters the class, looking rather tired.

"Hey, you were totally awesome back there!" Uraraka announces. Sakuriko blinks lazily.

"Yeah! You totally kicked butt!" Sero hails.

"It was a shame that you couldn't witness our matches but we're glad you're feeling better!" Iida adds with a chop of his hand.

"You totally showed Blasty back there!" Ashido giggles.

"Where is Kacchan, by the way?" Izuku questions, looking around and noticing the lack of spiky blond hair.

"I think he left already?" Uraraka shrugs.

Izuku frowns, "O-oh, okay. I need to talk to him so-" he gets cut off as he walks out the door by someone grabbing his wrist. He turns around with totally no yelp and meets purple eyes' gaze.

"I need to talk to you." Sakuriko mouths.

The greenette raises his eyebrows, "Oh- well-" He looks between the door and his friend and it seems she got the message because she lets him go, not looking too annoyed. "Sorry!" he says sheepishly. It's not often that the impassive girl needs to talk to him, so it might be important. "I'll talk to you tomorrow!" He waves goodbye to his friends before starting to run to catch up with the blond,

"Kacchan, Kacchan!" he calls as he nears the slouching teen, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Kacchan doesn't turn around to face him but Izuku doesn't really mind. The greenette bounces Riyutu on one hand, not caring how the scene might look to outsiders as he speaks to the other, "Are you okay-?"

"Of course I'm fucking fine!" Kacchan barks as he swirls around, lightly crying. Oh.

"You did really good back there-"

"I don't need your fucking pity, idiot Deku!" he growls, face growing red from anger.

Izuku huffs tiredly, "Right. Well you did do a pretty shitty job-"

"The fuck did you just say?!"

Can this boy just chill for one moment? It's really not hard to cry silently. Izuku's super used to it! Or at least try to not cut someone off? Good grie- oh no! It's spreading…

The freckled teen ignores his internal crisis in favor of rolling his eyes and swinging the tool against his palm again with an audible slap, "I said. Maybe if you could see past all your blind rage, you could see that to get the number one spot, you're gonna have to fail a fuck-ton." he lashes out, "It's not gonna be ultra-easy— no matter what your Quirk is. Your ego is so fragile though that one loss surprises you! I'm just saying-"

"Excuse me?! You have no right to talk to me like that— just 'cause we're in the same fucking class doesn't mean you can go and act like we're equals, shithead! You'll always be a useless, dumb, worthless Deku! Grow the fuck up!"

"I 'grow the fuck up'?! You 'grow the fuck up'!" What the hell are they even saying anymore? Is this an argument? Is this how it feels to be in a fight? "Because apparently you're so fucking tiny you can't even open your damn eyes without someone kissing your cheek and telling you how good you are for your Quirk and not peeing your diaper-"

"YOU LITTLE SH-"

"Young Bakugou!" the unmistakable voice of All Might interrupts and Katsuki promptly turns around to hide his previous tears as the teacher tries to comfort the younger boy to not needing to constantly be the best. Izuku frowns from— well, he doesn't want to lie, so from pity— before he leaves.

He hopes Katsuki gets better. And not in the way the other wishes.

~-*-~

"Oh no. It's Dark Reunion." Shinsou deadpans, pointing at the floor.

"That's just one of Pan's gingerbread cookies!" Shun huffs. The whole day Shinsou had been pointing at random objects, claiming they're Dark Reunion to mock him and it's not like he's offended— because he's not— but come on!

"There you are! I knew I left someone out!" Pan voices before crouching down, grabbing his cookie and casually chewing it, using his sharp teeth to crack through the cookie's harder than normal texture. Which is a thing he just does, apparently. He can only produce these little gingerbread men for every one he eats— whether it's from his own Quirk or just ordinarily made from baking materials, and even though he says he's sick of the taste, you can always spot the blue eyed teen munching on one of his previously living Quirk creations, looking like he wants to puke them out.

Shun chooses to not think about it too much.

"Sssstop that! It's disssturbing." Hebi, the boy with the snake features and bright lime hair hisses— though Pan mostly ignores him.

"You want some?" he giggles girlishly.

"No."

"How cruel…" Shinsou mutters, "Must be the work of Dark Reunion."

"Go home!" Shun screeches. "And take a nap!"

"Yeah, I don't wanna be late. My mom would ssss-ssssss-ssslaughter me." Hebi sighs, a wad of green hair falling over his left eye like it does often, tongue slithering wistfully.

"Mommy's boy!" Pan giggles high pitched, sharp teeth flashing.

Before the reptile-like teen can reply, Shun raises a hand to interject, "I'll have you know that mamas can be the most dangerous, feral beings— so yes, you should go home now!" he supplies as the other boys grumble, "Bye, guys!"

"Aren't you coming with us?" Shinsou frowns.

"Don't you know?" Hebi's golden snake eyes squint (he would have had a grand ol' time saying that sentence out loud), "He'sss, like, Eraserhead'sss kid, or something. I sssee them talking all the time."

"You're Eraserhead's kid?!" Shinsou gushes genuinely, leaning in slightly as his mouth forms a perfect 'O'.

"Uhm, actually, technically they abducted me so like…" Shun shrugs nonchalantly, "I'm more like U.A.'s kid."

"Bullshit." Pan says, chewing the last of his little creation as he sets his jaw on the back of his palms and his elbows on one of the desks in the mostly empty classroom.

"Is Eraser Dark Reunion?"

"I should have never applied to thisss place."

Chapter Text

Top 8: Reverse Helmet Quirk

Hero team: Uraraka Ochaco & Iida Tenya

Villain team: Todoroki Shouto & Aoyama Yuuga

Yuuga flips his hair and side-eyes Todoroki expectantly, trying his best not to let it show how much he's judging his partner's… outfit choice.

"When the enemy team enters I'll freeze the building so they won't be able to progress, totaling us as the winners of the round." the two toned haired teen says calmly.

"But wouldn't we get trapped first? Putting us out of the game before the other team?" the blond says wisely.

The other pauses for a moment, "I'll use my other side to melt the ice closest to us." Todoroki says as he looks at his left palm awkwardly.

"You can use both sides at the same time?"

The taller teen stares into nothingness. "I think so."

"Très bien alors." 

~-*-~

"Alright Iida! Are you ready to do this? We can't disappoint after that last match!" Ochaco cheers as the taller teen paces around in circles outside the building trying to think of a plan.

"I'm not prepared yet," he says matter-of-factly after halting in his marching, "As heroes it's our duty to be prepared for any situation! We wouldn't want a clone of Bakugou and Kouda's situation."

"I guess you're right… So what are you thinking?"

"I think we should split. You can float to one of the higher up windows and I'll enter through the door."

"I can do that! You'll have to help shoot me up there, though. And if we get into trouble we can tell one another through the earpiece." She points to her ear cheerily, "Communication is key!"

"I suppose that will have to do. I wish you well and good luck!" he says with encouraging hand movements.

"You too!"

All Might starts the round and Ochaco is quick to activate her Quirk on herself. Iida carefully grabs her by the waist and calf like a breaching battering ram and counts to three, swinging her back and forth as all the brunette can do is grin giddily, doing her best to ignore the sick feeling building in her stomach before the blue haired boy tosses her with force towards the roof. The moment he lets go he doesn't wait to see if she makes it before sprinting into the building through the front doors.

The closer the short girl comes to the window she's currently aiming for, the slower her momentum gets and she kicks her legs, doing her best to speed the process, huffing. As she reaches to graze the windowsill with less than five of her fingertips, though, a lump of sharp ice forms into existence form the inside of the building, successfully hitting Ochaco square in jaw and shattering her visor in the process, flinging her in loops in the air as she groans, feeling the unpleasant taste of blood in her mouth.

~-*-~

Sero lifts a hand to his mouth as he watches the monitor, murmuring, "Not the helmet…"

~-*-~

She quickly undoes the effects of her Quirk, activates it again before hitting the ground just to deactivate it one last time before puking vomit and blood. "Ughh, ew." the gravity defying girl grunts as she wipes her mouth, noticing how all the windows and entrances were in similar shape, and in conclusion, the whole building— just in time for All Might to announce through the earpieces that Iida was frozen and easily capture-able due to being unable to progress, almost in Present Mic style.

She screeches at that discovery hoarsely, "They killed Iida!"

"I'm fine, Uraraka!" his voice shakenly half-murmurs out the front door, effected by the cold, "My engines are covered, though. So I am unable to use them." He says disappointedly and Ochaco lifts herself off the ground and drags her feat towards the doors to find him stuck in an awkward mid-running position. She almost laughs at the display but her jaw still hurts.

Unlike the windows, the doors are frozen open with no icy spikes, most likely to not straight-up murder whoever's going through them. Which is nice of them, she supposes. Even though she almost got severely injured for it. But they're supposed to be villains, she guesses.

"Don warry, Iia!" she slurs, blood dripping from between her lips, "Ah got this, so leath it to we!"

The taller teen goes silent for a moment before nodding slowly and laughing stiffly.

Right.

Ochaco raises a thumb up before walking deeper into the building, doing her best not to slip on any of the ice.

~-*-~

Todoroki clicks his tongue, annoyed. He huffs a frosty breath as Yuuga rubs his palms on his metal plates, freezing.

"Your plan didn't exactly work, mon a-"

"I know," the dual haired teen grumbles, "I'll search for the other one. Stay here." He instructs before sliding off out of the room.

Yuuga shivers. This is so not magnifique. Though the ice does reflect his shininess…

~-*-~

Ochaco takes sturdy steps up the stairs, holding the railing for dear life even though she can't really feel her fingers now. She hears a few crunches from ice splintering and looks up just in time to see Todoroki standing on top of the stairwell.

"Oh. Hi-" she starts before the boy cuts her short by shooting a slide of ice down the stairs which has her toppling over, she quickly activates her Quirk on herself again, feeling that familiar nausea as she sloppily lands on both feet in a crouching position and one hand's fingers minus the thumb, pressed to the ground as she slides on it until her back hits the wall, grunting at the impact of her body hitting the rough, cold texture.

She hops on up and digs her heels into the wall, breaking the thin layer of ice where her feet land in a sideways squat state. Right after, with a grunt, still with the effect of her Quirk, she thrusts herself off the surface and towards the direction of Todoroki like a bullet. 

~-*-~

Asui croaks.

~-*-~

Instead of shooting more ice like Ochaco expected, the boy hurls his right hand forward and roughly catches her helmet by the little pink loops, freezing as much as he can between the few fingers that latched on and the helmet before rotating his hand with the momentum like he's delivering a bowling ball, twisting the girl in the air before finally flinging her across the room with the help of his other hands.

The girl rips from her helmet and the brunette soars through the air with a cry, not fully understanding what's occurring since her eyes are shut tight before hitting the wall like a flung pancake and falling to the ground, passed out.

Winning team: Villains [Todoroki Shouto & Aoyama Yuuga]

Most valuable player: Todoroki Shouto

~-*-~

 Hero team: Jirou Kyouka & Midoriya Izuku

Villain team: Kirishima Eijirou & Asui Tsuyu

"Do you mind telling me what your Quirk is, again?" Kyouka asks, twirling one of her earphone jacks.

"Sure!" Midoriya smiles kindly, holding his crowbar with two hands sideways like his about to open a sheathed sword, "I just use Riyutu," he gestures to the tool with his chin.

"So you, like… can control it?"

"Yeah!"

"Like, with your hands? Do you just think of what you want it to do, or…?"

"Well," he pouts, looking at Riyutu, "First of all I need to grab her. Then I think of what I want her to do and move my hands accordingly!"

"So like…" she squints, "wait. You-"

"We should think of a plan." the greenette says earnestly, "Since with the help of your Quirk we can find where Kirishima and Asui are, it would make sense to stick together, don't you think?"

"Uh… yeah." She smiles and Midoriya smiles radiantly back.

She really hopes she's not going to get knocked out.

~-*-~

"Yeah!" Eijirou cheers, "I can't wait to fight these guys! This is gonna be so awesome!" he announces as he punches the air in front of him, smiling at his teammate. The last two rounds were super interesting and cool looking and manly! He totally wants to be in the middle of the action!

"Kirishima— kero," Asui croaks, "Your Quirk is most suitable for defending from what I've seen. I think you should hold guard somewhere close to the weapon." She tilts her head then, placing a finger on the side of her chin, "And… if I remember correctly, Jirou can hear through the walls. Because of your Quirk, it would be easy for you to stay still and the Hero team would have trouble finding you while I distract them— that's what I think, at least— kero."

Eijirou deflates. Damn, she has a point.

But there's no way he's just going to stand there while Asui does all the work! That's so uncool! But he can't waste time with her arguing, so he nods, still holding his somewhat-fake pout.

"Okay. Good luck Kirishima." the froggy girl croaks before swiftly bouncing as far as she can from the weapon and front doors before All Might calls for the round to start. When she gets out of view the redhead rushes to the other side, closer to the main entrance, ready for some action.

~-*-~

The moment All Might announces the exercise started, Tsuyu stops, standing still while only tapping her foot and leaning on the wall. She hopes that by not moving too much but still giving something for Jirou to pick up, the Hero team will assume she's keeping guard of the weapon, since otherwise she would be roaming around. And when the enemy team would be following her, she would start walking around and far away enough from the missile, leading them on a pointless goose chase. Or… frog chase.

More than a few minutes pass with the green haired girl slowly pacing around the building with no hint of either of the two other teammates, though. This must mean they found Kirishima first, she thinks, before hurriedly bouncing back to where her redheaded partner should be, hop(p)ing she would get in time to assist him with whatever he had gotten himself into.

But when she walks into the room the weapon lies, safe and sound, it's empty. She croaks, confused. If Jirou and Midoriya were able to capture or defeat Kirishima, All Might would have announced it, and she doesn't think the two of them are the kind to play some sort of prank on her, hiding for a sneak attack while they could just touch the nuclear weapon and end the game.

Still, big round eyes belonging to the greenette of the Villain team search around, finding nothing.

"Kirishima?" Silence. She presses her earpiece to talk to him directly, "Kirishima, it's Tsuyu Asui, where are you right now— kero?"

There's a little static before the redhead's voice enters her ears, "Asui, can't talk right now, sorry!" he cuts off.

Well. She guesses she's keeping guard.

~-*-~

The moment All Might (Izuku still can't get over the fact his favorite hero, All Might, is their heroics training teacher kyah!) announces the start, Jirou and Izuku sprint to the building's entrance, the girl jamming her earphone jack into the wall,

"I can hear what is probably Kirishima heading down towards our level while who is most likely Asui standing still…" she informs.

"Then do you think we should skip Kirishima and go for Asui, since she's most likely near the bomb if she isn't moving?"

"I'm pretty sure we're going to run into him, still," she frowns, "I think he's actively going for us."

Izuku hums, tapping Riyuku against his chin, "If Asui isn't moving then maybe one of us should go towards her while the other fends off Kirishima?" Already making them split up? That's very clever of them. Good for them for making such a great plan! "You could tell me where Asui is while you take down Kirishima, since you can keep up with his location."

She considers it before nodding and telling him where Asui is patiently tapping her foot. They enter and split, Jirou walking in straight while Izuku turns to the right, where the purple haired girl described the other female's location, doing his best to shuffle slowly and quietly so he'd get the advantage.

It takes a little than more time, but he realizes he's lost. Damn he's really not good at directions. This is where Asui is supposed to be, right? Did Jirou say second or fourth floor…? He doesn't want to bother Jirou if she's in the middle of fighting Kirishima or sneaking on him— and she would probably say something if she was still looking for him and he would know if one of them was defeated… Welp. It's free-wander time!

~-*-~

Eijirou was running down another hallway, adrenalin and excitement running through him, hands propped up and ready to harden when the sound appeared. Or to be more specific, as he turned a corner, a piercing, ear splitting noise sounded from his close left and a hand flew up to hit him in the face— which he was able to block with his hardened left arm just on time.

Wanting the noise to just end, he sends his right hand and manages to hit a blow at Jirou on the cheek, slamming her head into the wall. The sound abruptly stops, and she wobbles away, hand rubbing her head were it was banged, "What's with guys here and slamming girls into walls?" she hisses.

Eijirou laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and scrunching his face from embarrassment. The loud noise starts again and he winces, remembering that he shouldn't get distracted.

She crouches down and with one swift motion and swipes a leg under the spiky haired boy, landing a shot on his shin which almost has him tumbling but he firmly places his other hardened leg against the floor to balance himself before kicking her with the foot she tried to sabotage.

She yelps and rolls on the floor, the sound warping as it's directed towards different directions before she picks herself swiftly. Eijirou comes in to tackle her— ignoring the risk of hurting his ears further— with a hardened head and a hand poised back for a punch. Jirou props her hands in front herself for some sort of defense before shooting the earphone jack that isn't connected to her shoe promptly towards the direction of his eyes and on instinct the boy jerks his other hand to catch it, giving her enough time to swing two hits at his chest, but because of his Quirk it does little to no damage and she hisses again from her bruised knuckles.

Using the hand grasping her jack, Eijirou jerks her to the ground and she flops to the floor, noise stopping as she face-pants the hard ground and sends her previously occupied earphone jack to attack him but he swiftly catches it with his other hand and kneels on top of her, actively trapping her. Holding the jacks with one hardened hand so she wouldn't be able to shock him, he uses the other to fish out the tape he carried in his pocket, capturing her up awkwardly— just like All Might announces not long after. She whines and wiggles on the floor and the redhead sighs contently.

That was so manly.

~-*-~

Asui is right there. Izuku can see her right in front of the bomb, standing completely still while wearing a confused face, hands hovering on the sides of her chest and earpiece, and tongue poking out her lips, no foot tapping. She's on the other side from where the stairs the boy is crawling up are. If he can be quiet enough… he might be able to touch the weapon without her noticing.

He kneels on the next step, Riyutu held above the ground to not make any noise. Then, a screeching sound abruptly makes itself apparent from a few stories down and Izuku violently flinches, squeaking loudly and nearly flinging his metal partner down the flight.

Something pink and moist wraps around him and suddenly he's being flung around the missile, too far up to touch and towards the ground with a painful thump.

"You were almost able to catch me off-guard," Asui croaks, "But now that I know Jirou is busy, I can move all I want— kero." She monologues like most villains do.

The boy picks himself off the ground just in time to hold Riyutu against the froggy girl's leaping kick. She bounces back lightly and he takes that time to stand up, the crowbar swaying loosely in his hand after the spinning attack she pulled off earlier. Asui sends a punch to his stomach but he's able to hook her hand out of the way using his tool and jerk her towards an awkward direction.

He smiles all the while, loving the feeling; loving working on his dreams and every moment— the adrenalin, the planning— even when something goes wrong, seeing all the different Quirks and of course— executing.

Asui uses the twirl to her benefit, though, taking the momentum to her advantage and completing a full circle and slapping his cheek with her long tongue. As he tries to stop his head from spinning and to will his vision to come back, he can register All Might announcing his partner had been captured and feel Asui grab Riyutu, tugging it hard towards her.

The crowbar's sharp edges on the boy's side drag against his hand with the jerk, ripping through his red gloves and leaving two painful scratches on his palm. Izuku manages to gather himself to send two blows to the other greenette's shoulder, using both hands— even though it really, really hurts.

She jerks on his collar with a croak, swirls around him and hits him with his own tool against his side harshly. He stumbles to the floor, rolls a few times before landing on his butt with a groan.

"This seems like a normal crowbar— kero." Asui admits.

"Uhm-"

"Hey!" A new voice shouts happily and both round eyed teens turn their heads to Kirishima who had just entered the room, "I'm here to help," he announces before slamming his hardened fists against each other determinedly, "Let's do this!"

Izuku scoots backwards on his behind.

"You should forfeit," Asui voices, "It's two against one and without your crowbar you're practically Quirkless." She croaks, not knowing the silent effect it has on the curly haired boy.

"Uh…" he wavers, scooting a little more back, "No thanks." He says with a sheepish smile before lifting his injured hand behind him and touching the missile.

All Might announces the victory of the Hero team as Asui and Kirishima stare at him blankly, unmoving.

"S-sorry…" he mumbles, flushing.

Winning team: Heroes [Jirou Kyouka & Midoriya Izuku]

Most valuable player: Midoriya Izuku

Chapter Text

Top 7: Psychic Quirk

Poke.

He whimpers, tucking his head into the blanket. Hrgh… please, don't wake him up now… his dream was so nice…

Poke.

It was about… what? Ugh— no, wait. Come back…

"Midoriya."

Izuku jolts, his thin blanket flinging off his form and slowly descending onto his rug. He blinks hazily, rubbing at his eyes as they get accustomed to the dark of the night, Riyutu thankfully still safely tucked next to his pillow and he grabs at her carefully. There's a figure standing right in front of his bed, glaring at him, glasses shining in the moon's light.

He gulps.

"Midoriya, are you awake now?"

He frowns. "…Sa- kuriko?"

There's a grunt and then his night stand's lamp is turned on. The greenette bares his teeth and squints at the sudden light. "I need to talk to you." his best friend says.

"How did you get into my apartment?"

"I teleported."

"Right." Izuku sighs through his nose, mind still registering the situation. It takes a good second, but the loading bar in the freckled teen's head reaches one-hundred percent and he furrows his brows. "Wait what. You need to talk to me, like, right now?"

She nods. "I'm going to teleport you know, okay?" Sakuriko says before placing both hands on the boy's shoulders a moment before they start to glow. Finally understanding what's happening, the boy reaches to one of the notebooks on the shelf above his bed to document the experience of being teleported but he blinks and now he's… in a different bed.

"Woah…" he says sparkly eyed, balancing on his elbows and looking around at what must be the girl's bedroom. He was teleported! To a completely different place! "Wait!" he blurts, "I thought you can't teleport too far because of your drawback!" he sat up frantically before noticing the chill in the room. He looks down, "And I'm not wearing a shirt!" he screeches, covering his chest and blushing.

Sakuriko grimaces next to the bed, scratching her head. "My mom is still here so be quiet." She looks at him then, not bothered by the lack of shirt, as if she's staring right through him, "And don't worry about what you're wearing. I live with a father, you know. But if you're uncomfortable…" she murmurs before bringing a finger up.

Izuku tilts his head, glancing at the ceiling where she's pointing before feeling the blanket wrap around him neatly. He looks down again, chuckling lightly, "Oh, heh." He smiles. "Wait."

"—Currently, you're the person I trust most with this secret aside from the few people who already know." She announces earnestly, pushing her glasses up her nose, "So you'll have to keep it a secret, understand?"

Obviously he would keep any secret Sakuriko would tell him, since they're friends and she barely tells him anything and because Izuku isn't an ass— but he's busy looking around now, trying to figure out what kind of gravity defying shenanigans are occurring in this room- "Good." She says, cutting off his brain mumbling and the greenette hears himself let out a confused whine as he settles into the blanket snugly, turning to look at her.

She's sitting in her desk's chair now, facing him, fingers tangled on her lap and legs crossed comfortably. Now that he thinks about it, this is the first time he's seeing her wearing something that isn't some kind of uniform— a T-shirt and some sweatpants with striped socks. It's pretty much what he expected, really. "But I didn't say any-"

"I'm psychic."

"-thing?" He pauses. "Pardon?"

"Are you aware of the parallel universes theory?"

Izuku pipes up, "Where every choice you make creates different universes where you don't make that exact choice, right? But would that mean there are infinite universes— is the real question. But there are only so many choices a person can make— even if we consider every physical movement as a 'choice', there are technically still only a limited amount you can make although it's a lot— even if we put all the people in the world into the equation, with the added bonus of animals and other living creatures, natural occurrences such as wind, time, Quirks— and who's to say that the random thoughts you have aren't also a 'choice'— and also with the possibility of aliens- blagh!" his mumbling gets muffled by a pillow that was thrown at his face from an odd angle.

"Shut up." Sakuriko instructs dully before sighing, "There are multiple universes just like there are multiple existences. There is a parallel universe where the fable of how my parents met is different, resulting in my early death and a war Kunimatsu, my brother, started accidentally-"

"O-oh."

"-just like there is an existence where Quirks were never a thing and only a select few people were born with psychic powers while most humans were left with a normal, peaceful, blissfully mundane life." She scowls, "As in. Here."

"So you're saying you've teleported us to a different existence where there are no Quirks, but psychics— such as yourself." He clarifies, rubbing his chin.

"That's just what I said," she murmurs, "Is the slice of life influences of this place affecting you? Are you getting short time-skipped over my explanation? Never mind," Sakuriko says abruptly, "That's just the context of what I'm about to tell you."

Only the context? Izuku opens his mouth-

"And yes I'll prove myself as I explain." She lights a small fire in her palm and Izuku shuts his mouth right up, "One of my newer abilities lets me teleport objects and people through this existence and yours." She twiddles her fingers as she speaks, the fire gone as some shuffling is heard from downstairs. The door opens magically and a coffee jelly packet accompanied by a silver tea-spoon levitates towards the greenette, the door shutting after the objects and he takes them gracefully, fascinated.

"Because of my inexperience in this ability, I accidentally sent a person to your world, not knowing where he disappeared to."

Izuku frowns as he opens the packet, taking note of how Sakuriko was floating above the chair instead of sitting on it, "Oh no! I hope they're okay!"

She nods before dropping down, a ball of light forming next to her head and spins, "He is. But I'm not able— due to a drawback— to teleport myself to your existence— don't interrupt me-," she voices, the light evaporating as apparently she read his mind on what he was about to interject with, "So for a day Kaidou was in this unfamiliar place where I couldn't do anything to find him since my abilities don't allow me to use them on different existences…" She keeps explaining the situation, about how the older Sakagami had to help her and how they found their missing friend and the reason she attended U.A. All the while Izuku's itching to write in his notebook as the girl was demonstrating more than enough proof to get the boy on board of her being a psychic, if the direct talking to his brain was anything to go by. She also showed him the earrings he never noticed. They're pretty awesome.

"Why are you telling me this though?" he asks after she's done, looking tired as the empty jelly cup in his hands gently gets pried from his grasp and thrown into the trash can by magic and such.

She shrugs, cheek resting on her fist, "I want to explain to Mr. Aizawa and Kaidou the situation so they could say their goodbyes but the lazy excuse of a teacher won't stop giving me the side eye. And I doubt he'll let me teleport him here so I can prove myself, since none of the teachers trust me."

"Well!" Izuku says brightly as he stands up, not caring that the blanket falls from around him because apparently the psychic can see through objects anyway, "I'll help as best as I can!" he announces and smiles widely at the girl who smiles warmly back, though it's small. She gets up from her chair and struts towards him, hand landing on his bare shoulder,

"I have the ability to literally end your life with a flick of a finger, don't fuck this up… and take care." Another hand lands on his other shoulder, a light, and then he's back to his old room.

He blinks, the fresh memories and information rolling around in his head like the last chunky bit of a slushy, still a bit too sleepy to appreciate the oddness of it all,

"Huh." He sits on his bed, wishing he could cover himself with a finger snap, "You would not believe the talk I just had, Riyu."

~-*-~

"I can't believe they wanted me to be class president." Midoriya breathes on the bus to the US-something something thing. He's pretty sure it's in Japan though. The greenette is sitting closely next to Kusuo. Close. That might be because of the others squashed sitting on the bench or because the shorter one feels obliged to be… closer to him. In both ways, apparently. After Kusuo revealed his secret. "I just told Uraraka to throw Iida and that was, like, enough? I mean, I just got inspiration from their battle yesterday…" Yeah. Kusuo isn't listening.

The whole day Midoriya and him have been trying to find Mr. Aizawa so they could… explain but the gruff teacher always had some sort of excuse which is stupid because he doesn't even know for sure what's going on in their lives. Maybe it was important? It is, but. What if it was. About. Honestly Kusuo doesn't care to think too much to finish that thought. Thinking kind of hurts here.

"We can hear you, you know." Ashido giggles from Kusuo's other side and Midoriya lets out a squeal.

"Who did you vote for, Sakuriko?" Uraraka asks from across him.

Kusuo ignores her. Frankly, he doesn't remember. Everyone in class is annoying.

"Midoriya," Asui croaks, "I hope you don't mind me bringing this up again but, I've noticed you're crowbar is fairly normal. And I haven't seen it do anything fancy. Do you mind explaining what your Quirk does exactly? Kero."

Midoriya straightens a little and begins sputtering as everyone turns to his curiously, "Uhm that's- well- err-"

"Yeah," Iida rubs his chin after getting over the sitting arrangement fiasco and sitting up straight himself, "I thought Riyutu simply had a shapeshifting Quirk?"

"Who?" Kaminari tilts his head.

"Does that mean we have twenty-one students in class?" Kirishima asks, still wearing the most ridiculous outfit Kusuo had ever seen, much to his displeasure. He doesn't like looking at him. That and that he reminds him too much of Hairo.

Midoriya pales further, holding his crowbar with two shaking hands as he continues to sputter, "I mean- you see- it's because-"

"Dark Reunion." Everyone swirls their heads to the psychic and the pinkette has to surpass groaning.

"What?" Iida frowns.

"It's an underground villain organization." Kusuo rasps, leaning back onto the bus's bench with crossed hands and legs respectively and hating everything a little more, glowering, "They, like any uninteresting evil organization, want to rule the world… illegally. And do bad thing." He clears his throat, wincing, "Their first act was to seek out strong superheroes and… curse them into a state of paralysation they cannot escape. But they had to stop that plan after the… person with that Quirk accidentally used it on… their daughter Riyuka, or better known— Riyutu."

There're a few gasps from around the bus and then a scoff, "Yeah, that's bullshit."

"Bakugou!" Kirishima barks, disappointed.

"The fucking crowbar isn't a dammed child." The blond snarls, "Deku is obviously just-"

Midoriya jerks, Riyutu jolting in his hands towards Bakugou's direction like she's trying to tackle him before the freckled teen pulls her with what is hopefully fake struggle and holds her close to his chest, looking seconds away from bursting into tears that Kusuo kindly hopes is also fake, "No, Riyu! You mustn't! Remember what I said— don't listen to the Piss Baby-"

"Excuse me-?!"

"Shh!" Ashido and Uraraka shush him aggressively which has the exploding teen looking like he's on the verge of well, exploding; sputtering, red in the face. "Please, continue." The brunette says softly, gesturing to the metal tool and thankfully the greenette takes the lead this time and Kusuo ignores the urge to drop his head into his palms.

"Right." Midoriya says earnestly, eyes glassy, "She was hit with the Quirk just in time for her to experiment with hers some more. She was really getting confident with her Quirk, too, feeling useful and confident, unbreakable— like a crowbar. So imagine when she was unable to leave that state due to her own parent… and then get tossed to a dirty beach to be washed away, alone in the garbage," he whimpers, holding Riyutu close and some of the other students murmur, shocked. Kusuo wonders if the ground can just… eat him whole. Make him disappear. Wait. He might- hm…

"Long story short, I found her with my Quirk that allows to mentally communicate with tool-Quirked-people— really specific and mostly useless, which took a toll on me for most of my life because it's not really the first thing you think of when wondering about a successful pro's Quirk…" he murmurs, "But now we're so proud of one another that we could get here with the help of each other!" he says happily, raising the crowbar like a trophy. Like she saved his life.

Kusuo frowns as he watches Midoriya's eyes flash with several emotions; joy, pride, bitterness, guilt, sadness. He doesn't say anything, though. The students around apologize for their bluntness or congratulate them while some keep quiet, most likely doubting the story and wondering how insane the pair must be. And then they arrive to their destination.

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Top 6: Falling to Your Death Quirk

Not a lot of time passed from when the big purple circle thing made itself apparent in the middle of the U.S.J. to when Deku started mumbling into his fist.

Ochaco tilts her head and pouts as she watches the villain-looking people pour out of what she now understands is a portal, "But I thought we were learning about rescue…?"

Her pout turns more into a frown and Deku's murmuring fit only increases as the weird hand-villain-guy starts expressing disappointment about the number one pro not being there and about wanting to kill All Might because… well does it matter? You shouldn't kill people! That's bad, okay?

"Well," Shigaraki rasps, "Maybe if we kill a few kids he'll show up…" Oh.

That's still not good! Just. Scarier, yeah?

Mr. Aizawa grumbles into his capture weapon angrily, fiddling with it, "Thirteen!" he calls, "Evacuate the kids immediately and contact U.A. as soon as possible, I'll handle them." He turns his head to the villains but looks back as some sort of afterthought, "Keep them at your sight at all times, especially Sakagami." The pinkette, next to where Ochaco and Deku are standing in the back, scowls with a lift of her hands near her shoulders in exasperation, letting out a silent groan as some of the students glance, confused.

"Wait, Eraserhead!" the freckled teen cries from the brunette's other side, biting his lip and rubbing Riyutu— in an attempt to comfort her, maybe? "Are you sure you can handle all of them? Your Quirk isn't suitable for that many villains in one time!"

There's a beat as the teacher looks at him, brows furrowed before turning to Thirteen again, "Keep an eye on him, too. Don't let those two escape your eyeshot." he says before running down and taking on some of the bad guys in a very cool fashion. Well, that was pretty rude.

Ochaco twists her head to look at her friends from either side who give each other a miffed look. What the hell did they do?

Thirteen— the most awesome hero— starts to lead them to the doors with the help of Iida but another weird looking man— Kurogiri— stops them in their tracks with his not so awesome portals, being vey gentleman about it too— at least before Bakugou and Kirishima go to attack him. And then she's suddenly surrounded by darkness.

~-*-~

And then it's bright. Mashirao squints. That's the light of the sun, he thinks. He shouldn't be looking at the sun, at the sky behind the U.S.J.'s glass. He looks down. No wait, he's already looking down? Oh. He's falling. He whips his head up— or down or— the other direction and squints again, the air hitting his eyes violently.

He shifts, so his tail would weigh him so he'd land on it and not his face— so he might have a sliver of a chance of survival. Even if they are extremely thin, based on the blurry deep looking ground or floor or not the sky and he's panicking, okay? But instead of falling down butt first the heft of his tale makes it so he's rolling around in the air like a tire or something. Is this how Uraraka feels every time she uses her Quirk, Mashirao wonders. Plan didn't work, clearly. He had never fallen to his death before. He'll make a note of that if he magically survives.

And then there's light, again, and he lands. Not on solid ground and not in pain. His tail does slap hard concrete from the momentum though, and he hisses, opening his eyes. He's on a futon. Multiple. Stacked on one another on what seems like a building. A very, very tall one at that. He looks up; two girls are staring at him. One he recognizes as Sakagami— the girl he unexpectedly isn't sure what to expect from— and Yaoyorozu— the. The other one. The other powerful girl in class.

"What happened?" he groans, standing up on slightly shaky legs and readjusting his gi.

"Well," the ravenette hums, "It turns out that those guys from the portal were real-life villains. The leader it seems, Shigaraki-"

"No I know about that," he chuckles nervously, "I meant. How did I not die?"

"Oh. We saw you falling and I created these cushions," she gestures to the light grey futons, "And then Sakagami teleported you here," says Yaoyorozu, smiling kindly.

"Oh, thanks." Mashirao grins, thanking anything and everything mentally that Sakagami has good aim before the door to the stairs leading to the roof slam open, nearly jostling the helmeted girl off the rooftop. An array of interesting-looking villains waltz in, seeming way too happy to beat some kids up.

"Well, well, well!" the first villain, a beefy looking guy with an impressive mustache greets. The teens scowl as they tense up, "If it isn't the little class A. You know, I was told that I would have the chance to defeat All Might, but-" A beam then that apparently Sakagami had been charging hits the dude square in the chest and after a flash, he disappears.

There's a few seconds of silence. Villains and heroes in training alike staring at the spot the guy was just at blankly.

"Where did you send him to?!" one of the bad guys barks.

The pink haired girl doesn't answer, though. She stands there for a half second longer before turning her controller to the villain, her teleportation Quirk powering up as she stays quiet.

Then hell breaks loose. The villain dodges and the light dies down with it, which Mashirao isn't sure if he's grateful for that because. Would she have just sent the whole building towards wherever she sent that guy earlier? He's glad he doesn't need to know. And he doesn't need to think about it as he slams his tail into villain after villain, trying to take them out using his Quirk and limbs before he has the honor of learning what theirs can do. In the corner of his vision as he strikes he can see Yaoyorozu using a sword which. Damn— and he can see Sakagami huddles with her knees to her chest on top of the little roof on top of the doorway of the door that leads to the stairs— what a name— because apparently she wasn't high up enough, simply sending unsuspecting villains to who knows where and looking mildly distracted.

While making that observation, Mashirao doesn't realize his distance to the edge and nearly trips again to his death— which is weird it happened twice— before he glows again to his relief and reappears on the mini roof above the roof next to the helmeted girl now sitting cross-legged like this isn't some sort of big deal. He goes to apologize and thank her but she speaks first, "Do you think you two will be able to deal with the rest alone? I'm planning to teleport to U.A. to notify them of…" she trails off, not sure how to describe the situation they're at.

"Wait!" Yaoyorozu calls as she bashes someone in the head with the handle of her sword and as the blond hops down to the lower platform, "Isn't that too far away? You'll dehydrate yourself!"

"Right." Sakagami grumbles, "I'll teleport myself just out of this globe and make the rest of my way in a sprint or something."

Mashirao takes down the last villain just before the black haired girl continues, "But Eraserhead said very clearly to not let you leave our sight."

The pinkette sighs, and even when her visor is obscuring half her face the tailed boy can feel the eye roll through his bones. "Eraserhead says a lot of things."

"To be fair," the blond says, grimacing, "She did just save my life, twice. I'd doubt she has… bad intentions."

"I'm sorry," the ravenette says, looking somewhat guilty, "but I have to trust our pro hero of a teacher first."

"Good grief. Then I'll just teleport one of you." Sakagami says as she fiddles with her remote.

Suddenly, one of the villains that was previously thought to be unconscious makes a last ditch effort to sabotage the heroes in training by spitting a bullet-like substance out of their mouth to the direction of the pinkette. Quickly, Yaoyorozu kicks their head and they plop their face onto the ground again just in time for the bullet to graze Sakagami's glove, making her drop her remote off the building. She doesn't hesitate to jump after it.

"Sa-Sakagami!" the two left teens cry.

The standing girl barely thinks twice though before grabbing Mashirao from behind, careful of his tail as she wraps her hands around his chest. "Ya-Yaoyorozu!?"

"I-I'm following her!" She calls before pushing, making them both decline after the helmeted girl, the ravenette now holding his tail in place with her legs for security. So he's falling to his death for the third time that day, neat.

~-*-~

"Yeah, punk!" the green, curly haired boy snarls while he twirls his crowbar around with one hand as if it's as light as a keychain, "What's yer business herre?" He spits to the side to seem intimidating, though it just comes out a slobbery mess, seeping down his chin as he glares at the frozen teleportation villain; Thirteen unconscious on the ground next to them.

"Yeah! Punk!" the pink, curly haired girl punctuates, hand rested on the armor part of Kurogiri that isn't covered in Shoto's ice. The freckled teen was quick to notice that most of the dark villain's form was untouchable except for the silver plate, which was useful. But his intimidation tactics are a little off.

"Like we said," the villain voices, "We had the impression that All Might would be here, based on the data we obtained yesterday. And we gathered here to destroy him."

"Hah!" the short boy barks, "Bold of you to assume All Might can be defeated!" he rolls his head back, smile wide as he laughs, the crowbar bouncing on his hip, "And anyway, there's no despair without hope! No bad without good!" He points at the suited man, "You have no power without enemy!"

"That mentality goes both ways…" the villain says.

"Yup!" the boy smiles sharper, "No evil means we did our job, yes! That's our goal, though! Not vice versa."

Shoto looks at the ground while he creates another coat of ice around the older man as the last one started to melt a smidge. Is that why most people become heroes? He knows that not all of them do it for that exact reason, obviously, he knows a few. He hopes it's not bad that his reasoning is different.

"Like how there is no Moon without the Sun and no spoon without fork and no bad without good and no shitty dancing if everyone were just good at it and uh… Ashido, Todoroki! Take it from here; I think I already showed him his lesson." He growls. So the girl's name is Ashido.

"Give me one good reason to not melt ye right herre…" Ashido murmurs to the ghostly villain.

"The others aren't exactly going to like it."

Shoto scowls. Not a good reason. He's just about to say so, so they can get this over with before the green one gasps, cutting him off before he even opened his mouth, "Oh no! Eraserhead!" he calls before rushing into the center of the U.S.J.

"Midoriya! Wait!" the horned girl— he already forgot her name— cries before chasing after him.

The two that are left stare at each other.

It's getting cold.

~-*-~

Yuuga walks the ruined hallways, grin not faltering as he looks for a way to escape the wrecked building. He knows that he's missing out; he can hear screams and explosions far from outside, people battling, wining, and losing. And even though he is worried about his teachers' and classmates' wellbeing, he doesn't partiality want to come head to head with any villain. It's only his third day in class, after all.

He thought about simply making a hole in the wall with his Quirk but he risks hitting a classmate on the other side or damaging the building more, taking a chance it might crumble and fall above him.

Thump, thump.

There's a distant sound of steps, walking cautiously towards him. He shivers.

Clink, clink.

His armor quietly clinks against each piece with every soft step he takes. He surpasses the urge to grimace as he ducks stiffly behind a fallen slab of concrete leaning on the wall, hoping the enemy will leave by him. The thumps stop as he stands solid behind the jaggy concrete. There're a few murmurs, then, too far away and hushed for him to understand. Two people. They stop talking not long after and everything goes quiet, so only the sounds form outside can be heard. It doesn't seem anymore as if the persons are coming his way— or the other direction, really. Are they waiting for him to show himself? "Aoyama."

He screeches with his mouth closed, jolting, and his head hits the slab where it leans on the wall and he whimpers, cradling at his hair. He takes a step outside, looking in all direction but sees nothing.

"Oh, sorry," a girly laugh follows from thin air, "Aoyama, it's just me, Hagakure Toru!"

Yuuga deflates as the giggles continue as well as the footsteps, Shoji coming around the corner, "You nearly gave me a heart attack, mon ami!"

"Sorry." The tall boy says then, using one of his many limbs to talk, "We weren't sure if you were another villain or not."

"Another?" the blond repeats as his everlasting smile becomes a little sharper, "Did you already fight some?"

The girl is the one to reply this time, cheerily, "Yup! I'm currently raising a thumb up to gesture you are correct!"

"Did you not get to? There are… many."

Yuuga breathes, looking slightly at the ground through his glasses. All of his classmates were risking their life while he was here, going around in the darkness like a lost child at the supermarket and hiding whenever he heard anything. "Well, whatever." Hagakure says, "Let's get outta here!"

The two boys nod before they resume their quest.

Chapter Text

Top 5: Absolute Tool Quirk

Katsuki glares. Hard. This dumb bitch of a villain with a light blue overly big furry coat, red tight jeans and wavy blond hair that disappears underneath her huge ass coat's hoody has been attacking him for the last too much time for him not to be royally pissed. Every time he sets an explosion, no matter the size, the villain just zips away as if she's not fighting the soon to be number one hero.

"This is useless," she says after skiing away from another attack, not seeming to sense the heat from the blasts, no sweat visible on her face, even with the obnoxious clothing, "Just give up so we can get this over with." she deadpans, holding loosely at her two silver ski poles— that also look to be some sort of swords, weapons— one in each hand.

Katsuki growls, "It wouldn't take so much fucking time if you stood in place, jackass." He tilts his palm behind him, aiming an explosion behind himself and he propels towards her again. She scoots away again, though, like a damned coward and he flies by her and to the direction of a damaged building, so he twirls around midair, softening the collision with another eruption and propelling towards the villain again. The bitch ducks and as he passes above her, the teen blasts her in the head, "DIE!" he shouts all the while before landing on solid ground with a roll.

She hisses from the blow and turns around to glare at him, for real this time, "Fine. I'll fight back, then." She holds up her weapons before propping them on the floor, ready to scurry towards him and he grins wide, readying his hands before a beam shoots out from the building and obliterates half of one of her ski poles.

"The fuck?!" Both blond fighters bark, looking at the entrance. Katsuki swears to fucking god— if the pink haired bitch is getting in his way yet a-fucking-gain, he's going to blast her so hard she'll break the sound of-

But it's not the purple eyed weirdo— but some other fucking loser from class. A different weirdo with purple eyes, that is. Sparkle Tummy was standing with a sharp smile, his hands awkwardly placed behind his head, the many armed extra next to him. "What the hell!? I don't need your fucking help!" Katsuki shouted. They didn't even bat an eye. His twitches.

"This is a little annoying." Ski Bitch sighs, "You've ruined my weapon, so now you'll have to pay."

The octopus fuck's freaky limbs start to move around slightly, alternating between eyeballs and ears before one turned to a mouth, "Stand back." he says calmly, almost not loud enough for Katsuki to hear. He and the glittery bastard take one simple step back— the latter looking mildly confused— as the two others scowl at them. No fucking way is Katsuki going to take orders from this shitty extra. So from stubbornness alone, he plants a foot firmly on the ground, unwavering.

"Don't tell me what to-"

Crash!

Something smashes into his head and he hisses from the unexpected blow, rubbing at his hair, "The hell…" he murmurs as he looks at the broken metallic bits wrecked around him. The villain whips her head to him with a confused frown before she looks up, where the object apparently came crashing down from just in time for the pink haired bastard he dreaded ever lying his eyes upon again to swing her legs vigorously right into the woman's face and the older one dives to the ground with a yelp, quickly unconscious, poles clattering on the ground. The teenage girl is hanging from another extra's tale that's being held by Ponytail that's connected to a blue parachute— most likely to blend in with the sky.

All Katsuki can do is gawk as the three land; bickering, chatting and scolding amongst themselves, Katsuki most likely not looking too far off from sparkly Extra's strained face.

"Sakagami!" Plain Extra cries, "Don't just jump off like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Pinky doesn't answer, just stares at the broken pieces near Katsuki's legs. She turns to face Ponytail and points with her finger at her other raised palm silently.

"Sorry, I can't make another one…" the ravenette mutters, "I have to know what it's made of to create something."

The helmeted teen sighs.

"Uhm, so…" A girly voice— one that the spiky blond isn't actually sure who it belongs to— hums, "So that was our only escape plan, right?"

"Can't she teleport with her hands?" Tall-Ass asks, tilting his head.

"Oi!" Katsuki barks, "Fucking explain-"

"It has uhm… to do with DNA. Can't teleport people directly with my hands that aren't blood related..."

"So teleport yourself!" Invisible Extra chirps.

"Hey!"

"We were told to keep an eye on her, remember?" Tail Extra mumbles.

"Oh non, that sure is a predicament we found ourselves in." Sparkle Stomach says wistfully.

"Oh, Aoyama, maybe you can create a hole in the dome and we can escape through to notify U.A.?"

"Oh, I see… Oui, I guess that's an option…"

Ugh, fucking whatever. Katsuki doesn't need these dumbass extras anyway. Idiotic idiots will just insert themselves into his life unwanted no matter how fucking hard he yells at them to back off, he guesses. He snarls, turning on his heal to stomp to the next unsuspecting villain.

"Bakugou!" his name is called. Fucking great. He ignores it, for the meantime. "Hey! Bakugou!"

"What." He growls as he glares back. His attention span isn't short, shut up.

"We need your help," Ponytail provides.

"No fucking way." the blond deadpans,

"Yes way. After we make the hole in the wall, we need you to… blast yourself to U.A., since you're the fastest from our group."

"Can't you use a jetpack, or whatever."

"Well, yes, but. Unlike you, who had his Quirk all his life and are familiar with it, I've never used a jetpack before…"

"I ain't no weakling! I'm not going to fly outta here like some fucking coward!"

"But you're the best option…"

"Yeah, no. Don't care."

"It's fine," the pinkette says, placing a hand on the other girl's shoulder, "I'm sure I'll get there faster anyway,"

"No you fucking wouldn't." Katsuki scoffs, grinning menacingly and stomping back towards the group of extras, ignoring the smiles the two other blonds gave, "I'm the fucking fastest fuck around, you hear me? Faster than glasses even. Or IcyHot."

"Prove it." Pinky says challengingly. Katsuki never backs down from a challenge, but he knows this is just— "Couldn't even win a simply duel against me," she mutters, "When I wasn't using my Quirk." No, she's just— "Couldn't even beat one single villain." He could, it's just that these lots— "I mean, you couldn't even catch me when I was merely meters from you," Oi, can this bitch let him finish one god damn thou— "Yaoyorozu, you might actually have better chance—"

"Oi! Did you not hear me? I'm the fastest fucker here." He sneers. And he'll prove it. "Fucking keep up." he grits before roughly pushing past her and rushing to where the outline of the globe was closest, hearing the others scurry behind him. Dumbasses, he thinks, not noticing that one of the extras slips away.

~-*-~

"Holy shit!" Ashido hisses, looking at the teacher lumped on the ground in front of… of that monster!

"We need to do something!" Izuku declared behind their little hiding spot. If Todoroki would've come with them then maybe he could shoot some ice to stop whatever's happening but he didn't come along; instead, keeping an eye on Kurogiri. "Based on Eraser's… elbow. I think the guy's Quirk probably has something to do with that, because the Nomu has some sort of strength Quirk, probably, and by the way he keeps scratching his face and it's only really the most open part on his body, it most likely comes from that-"

"Help is coming," a new, third voice says and the other two whip their heads, "We might not be able to defeat the Nomu. Because. Holy crap. But if we stall Shigaraki we might?"

"Oh, hey…" Izuku murmurs to the newcomer in a haze, not noticing them approach.

"Hey!"

Ashido hums, "I might have a plan."

~-*-~

Tomura glares down at the pathetic excuse of a hero, already crumbled and broken on the ground. He shakes his head. Well, as much as he loves toying with his little games, It's better to get stuff over early, "Nomu, ki-"

Psssh…

The pale man shoots his head backwards, glaring at the trail of… liquid that's trailed from one of the corners towards him, clearly a stream that wasn't strong enough to reach him from that distance, "What the hell…" he rasps as he scratches his neck, breathing under the hand on his face.

Then, something slides across the wet path. As it gets closer, it's apparent that the object is a crowbar. It stops sliding as it glides the end of the trail and hits solid ground meters away from the man, lying limp and lifeless on the floor. Tomura grimaces, what in the actual fuck.

He takes small steps towards the object, leaving Nomu and the pro unmoving behind until he's merely one step away from the mundane tool and bends a little forward, squinting, "What-" Then suddenly, the crowbar makes some sort of jumps-scare, jerking in the air and swinging hard towards him, aiming for the top of his head presumably— most likely because the hands on his face and back of head would serve as some sort of cushion otherwise.

But with the angle he and the object are at, it takes a little too much time for it to hit him and he manages to dodge, the crowbar only hitting his shoulder before it jumps to a different point in the air, "Aw man!" the crowbar cries, voice somewhere between raspy and low to squeaky and high. Which. Yeah. "Totally messed up my chance, huh?"

"Who are you?" Tomura demands, giving the floating weapon a sick glare.

"Don't you know? Uh, I'm! The… Pro Tool Hero: Riyu!" it declared as it bobs in place.

"A pro?" he growls, "How did another pro get here?"

"Well…" she drawls, "It's a pretty long story. You sure you want to hear it?"

"No." he says, positioning himself, "Prepare to die-"

"Woah, woah!" she squeaks, taking a bounce back, "Let's come down here, yeah? It's okay if you don't want to hear my story— even though it's super, super, like super cool— but I'm just sayin'…" she speaks slowly, dragging every word, "If you don't care that we found a way to access all your plans-"

"What?!" he barks, no fucking way they- no. "You're bluffing," he chuckles, ignoring the tool's protests, "Now let's stop wasting time." He lunges at the floating metal and it does a little bounce back before swinging at him, though it's clearly careful, afraid. His grin sharpens.

He pounces at the tool again and it basically cowards away from him while still insulting his slowness. At some point, a few pointless minutes after, another object gets slid towards them and before he can wonder what's happening, the crowbar jumps towards it, picking up the red belt— a distance away from the crowbar… so it's not a tool Quirk, he realizes, but an invisible person. He shakes his head, of course. The objects thrust towards him in an instant and while he tries to steer clear of the crowbar, the belt loops around his neck and gets pulled from behind, choking him.

He gasps, flinging one hand towards the belt and it disintegrates. The other hand Tomura flings towards where the invisible brat supposedly is. He feels the soft skin of an arm and the person hisses, dropping the crowbar. "Fuck," they breathe, backing away. "Oh?"

That's not what a person says when they're dying. Tomura turns around to find Eraserhead still conscious, using his Quirk on the villain, muttering some stuff the younger can't hear from this distance.

Tomura clicks his tongue, "This is a waste of time. Nomu," he calls, "Kill the-"

Bang !

Oh great what now- oh. It's the pro heroes, in a flash; an overly angry blond teen and a duel haired one that's passed on the ground with the other earlier space-themed pro, accompanying them. And of course, All Might. Finally.

Oh. Wait, he got shot—

Chapter Text

Top 4: Multiple Reunions Quirk

"Did you hear?" Satsuka— the girl with the stink Quirk— whispers to the group of boys as they watch the hallways fill in with more murmurs, "They say that the 1-A kids that went to that U.S.J. thing got attacked by some real villains!"

"We heard," Zei— the silver haired boy that Shun met first from the class— mumbles back, "Everyone is talking 'bout it."

"Isss All Might gonna be there?" Hebi— Snake Boy— hisses.

"Obviously," Satsuka drawls, "I heard there were, like, a bunch of them."

"That's nothing!" Shun announces, "No matter how many villains there are, the heroes will always win! That's why I'm still here, right?"

"Yeah," Shinsou agrees nervously, "Eraserhead's with them, so they'll be alright."

"Yup! Aizawahead and his students will be completely fine!"

"Right!" Zei chimes in cheerily.

"Exactly,"

"Yes!"

"They'll be fine both physically and mentally after this!"

"Yup, they're safe. Eraser is all good and dandy."

"You got that right, Shinsou!"

"Okay…" Hebi frowns, "I uhm, actually have to go to the… bathroom."

"Uh, let me come with you," Satsuka grimaces.

"Sssounds good to me."

"Right!"

"That's correct!"

"Yep!"

 ~-*-~

Strange. Is what Eijirou would call this situation. This is strange, and confusing and mind breaking and eye opening and super manly at the same time? But strange nonetheless.

It's the morning of the day after the U.S.J. attack, and he was supposed to get a day break but here he is, at the pro's office. Something that the older of the two apologized deeply for.

"Am I your first pick?" Eijirou murmurs, sharp teeth poking out nervously and poking his bottom lip as he fiddles with his hair he had no time stylizing this morning before he was called to this… private meeting.

"No," the lanky, tall and thin, blond man that as it turns out, is the one and only All Might sighs, "And if you decline, you won't be the last."

Eijirou muses the offer as he peaks through dark lashes at his hand, fingers that play with red strands. The hands the number one hero considers worthy of continuing the legacy; that are capable of belonging to the next symbol of piece. He hums, the information not sinking in fully, "Why me?" His voice is quiet as he asks, wondering what makes him, the boy with the mundane Quirk and less than average impression have one on All Might himself despite that.

"Well to start off, you are one of the most well-built students in you class, meaning you are more than ready to take on the Quirk, especially accompanied with your hardening Quirk that will help let the extra power seem natural and not out of the blue to your skills," he goes onto explain, "But physical strength is not the only reason, young Kirishima. I always see you smiling at your peers in or out of fights, you do not give up and you do it all with a smile. You radiate hope and confidence, you see, which is exactly what people need as the symbol peace."

Eijirou goes silent for a moment. "My teeth are kind of scary, though. Don't you think?"

All Might smiles, kind, "Yet you still give off an aura of safety. To me, it just shows you can bring down any villain while still being able to protect the innocent."

The redhead can feel himself blush at the compliment, "Thank you." he voices as he looks down at his palms that are now resting in his lap, "Wouldn't it be kind of cheating, though? If I used your Quirk?"

"Do you think I'm cheating, young Kirishima?"

"W-what? No!"

All Might laughs at that, heartfelt and kind, "No need to get all worked up." He says before settling down a little more, "There are different reasons for becoming a pro hero, whether it is for the money, fame, to be the best or just so you could put civilians to safety… there is no wrong option. As long as you do your job right and give it your all, a hero is a hero, no matter the reason. If you don't feel honest or comfortable taking One for All, no one if forcing you, my boy. This isn't a chance for you to get ahead of everyone else and be better than your peers; it's an opportunity for you to show the world they have nothing to fear, because you are here!"

Eijirou feels himself smile warmly at that, and the man adds, "You don't have to make a decision right now. But I would prefer if you thought it over before the Sports Festival, since that is the best time to let everyone know who you are."

The boy nods, "Totally, dude! I'll definitely think about it!" Yes he did just call All Might dude.

All Might nods back, "Great. I hope this is no pressure, young Kirishima, especially after what your class just went through."

"You were also there, though. You were the one who saved us!"

He chuckles, "I see your point. And," he drops his smile a smidge, "I hope this is needless to say, but this stays strictly between the two of us. Not even your teachers can know, alright?"

"Of course!"

"Alright," All Might smiles again, "You're free to go and take your break now, my boy. Do consider my offer, but remember that the most important point to take into account is what you want to do. There is no shame in declining."

"Yes! Thank you, All Might!" he exclaims as he springs to his feet, smiling broadly, openly flashing all his teeth. The man smiles brightly back.

~-*-~

"Nope,"

"Idiot,"

"What were you thinking?!" Kaidou howls, staring down at Shota who was lying on his cot at the hospital, covered from head to toe in bandages more useful than the teen's.

"You should've been more careful," Hizashi helpfully provides in an effort to lighten the mood, stroking the other man's hair carefully while sitting on a tiny, uncomfortable plastic chair.

"Great advice. Thanks." Shota deadpanned.

The blond smiles warmly, "Anytime, Love." And thank god these bandages are covering his face because he's undoubtedly blushing heavily.

"No, not anytime, Love," the young boy scoffs, "I was super scared," his voice cracks and he clarifies before the injured man could feel any kind of guilt, "I wasn't there for you— I'm sure you were just as scared if not more! I had to reassure Shinsou and Zei that you'll be alright! Because they totally trust me and all because I'm the Jet Black-" He keeps rambling on as Shota's mind drifts to one of the villains at the U.S.J…

Kurogiri. He had some sort of portal Quirk, one that lets someone teleport— and doesn't that sound familiar? He had already mentioned this to some of the other staff that took a few minutes to visit, but the villain's Quirk is very similar to Sakagami's… There has to be something there, right? She's not giving them anything to work with. All she had been doing is ask the pro to talk privately, along with Midoriya. What's her plan, he pondered, buttering them up? Getting on the students' and teachers' good sides so she can take Kaidou and do what she would like? It doesn't matter, because they're sniffing, waiting and watching until she slips. Until they have a good enough reason to completely take her out. But until then, he won't let her— or Midoriya, for that matter— to step anywhere near the teal haired boy—

"Papapa-pa-hghrk!"

The door opens and all three males turn their heads— well, Shota doesn't really need to move from his cot— to look at the unexpected, mysterious, guest. There he is, at the threshold, the one, the only— the green haired and eyed, freckled, short teen, spoken of the devil himself— Midoriya Izuku.

The gruff man lets his head plop back onto the pillow propped on the back rest with a long sigh. His whole body hurts. He's sore. And he hates everything… can he have some more painkillers? His everything hurts.

The newcomer is holding his crowbar near his mouth like a trumpet— Shota's not really sure how he was allowed to bring that into the hospital. He seems frozen in place, though, gawking openly at the other teen, eyes looking like they're about to pop off like ice from a tray. And when the pro hero turns his head to look at Kaidou, which— ow, he seems to be in the same sort of state of shock.

Midoriya lets out some sort of squeak from his throat mid-march, before fishing out his phone hastily and tapping on it, cutting off the trumpet music that was playing in the background since his entrance.

"Midoriya…?" Hizashi asks with a tilt of his head, switching from tugging loosely on the injured man's dark hair to his own blond strands that rest on his shoulder over his civilian clothing.

"M-Mr. Mic! A-and Mr. Aizawa and uh-uhm, uh, f-first of all! I, uh, am so glad you're doing better!" he stammers, hands and gaze darting everywhere like he's tracking a fly as sweat starts to collect on his neck, "I was so worried about you— I'm so glad you're okay!"

"How did you find the hospital I'm at?"

"Eh, Recovery Girl told us?"

"What he's trying to say," The blond pro rolls his eyes, "is that he's super glad you're here to visit him and that you're okay."

"Yes!" Midoriya smiles brightly, kind, and Shota glowers behind his bandages. How is he supposed to be mad at these children when they keep smiling like that? "Oh, and uhm," the greenette turns to Kaidou painfully slowly then, eyes still shiny but instead of pride and relief, from… some sort of other emotion. Or tears. Yeah, never mind, he's just crying now, "Uhm- you- K- oh!" he exclaims, suddenly slapping his forehead with realization— luckily with the hand that's not holding the crowbar, "You're Kaidou! How did I miss that?!"

"You!" the other teen cries, vibrating in place.

"What's happening?" the blond murmurs to his husband quietly. Shota shrugs- ow.

"Y-you're- you're my hero!" the freckled teen sobs, hands clutched into fists bobbing beside his chest excitedly. What.

"But you're my hero!" Kaidou says as more tears make themselves apparent in the room.

"But- but, you made me believe in myself! Without you I would've given up on my dream of being a hero! You told me I could do it a-and I did!" he says before letting out a whining noise, shaking.

"I told you! I told you you could do it!"

"Y-you did!"

"See?! And if I was dead I couldn't've told you all tha-t!" his voice gives on the last part and he whimpers.

"I just stabbed some guy in the eye!" What.

"But he was a villain! And you didn't use a Quirk!"

"Oh my god! Can we just hug now?!"

Kaidou nods and they don't waste any more time before holding each other close and crying, metal tool pressed to the Problem Child's back comfortably.

Hizashi scoots closer to the bed awkwardly, chair squeaking with the effort, "Sho," he whispers, hand finding the other's man nape, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb idly, "I think he's the one that saved Kaidou that first day like he said… I don't think he's evil…"

"Yeah," he mutters back, frowning, "I don't think so either, unfortunately."

Midoriya clears his throat, wiping his eyes slightly after pulling back when a few silent minutes pass, "Well, as much as I'm glad to see all of you again, that's not why I came," he informs, clearing his throat, "But I do have some very good news for you!"

The greenette steps back to the door, repositioning himself in his earlier stance, crowbar raised like a trumpet and face uncharacteristically earnest, though it's still damp and red from crying, "Papapa-pa! Now that we have you cornered, Mr. Aizawa, I'd like to present to you: The Deep Inky Raven!" He gestures to the door and it opens, the one, the only, Sakagami Kuriko shuffling in awkwardly, wearing a grimace, assuredly upset from the wait.

She's wearing. Something. She's wearing a sparkly black cloak with the hoody raised. Underneath is a navy slick and shiny one-piece, two chain necklaces, leather black boots that almost reach her knees with an obnoxious amount of buckles and a dark, expensive looking belt. She's also wearing bandages over her hands in Kaidou-like fashion, though they're purple like her eyes that are covered with yellow tinted glasses.

Maybe Shota shouldn't get more painkillers.

"Right," she coughs, "I'm glad you two got your… reunion… because I'm taking The Jet Black back home."

All three tense, "How do you know who I am?" Kaidou inquires.

"I'm glad you asked, Jet," she says, pulling out a scroll from her cloak, "It all started when-"

"Actually," Shota butts in, "Some of the staff at U.A. are holding a meeting as we speak, and if I remember correctly, Tsukauchi is there with them."

"Detective Tsukauchi?" Kaidou repeats, "The guy with the lie detector Quirk?

The pro hero smirks slightly, "Yes, that one."

But Sakagami doesn't falter, "I'm assuming Kaidou and Midoriya— my humble assistant, Coal Crow— won't be allowed to enter, correct? I'd like to tell my story to the Jet Black Wings before anything."

"You can tell your story on the way there," Shota groans as he stands up,

"Okay, hold up!" Hizashi contorts, standing up with a screech of the chair, "You're not going anywhere buddy."

"I am."

"No,"

"Yeah, you're not," Kaidou huffs.

"I am, and that's final." He mutters.

"Fine," the blond sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose— a habit he picked up from his partner, "But I'm driving."

Shota glowers, grumbling something. Which means he's agreeing. Arguing with his husband is not a mood he is in right now.

Midoriya beams, "My mom has the impression I'm chilling with my friends."

~-*-~

"So." Sakuriko starts, squished in the back of a car, sitting on the left side while Kaidou is in the middle with Izuku on the far right, the adults sitting at the front. She continues as she pulls out her scroll which she hands to the teal haired boy who, when opened, seems like he's more lost and confused than a man waking up in the middle of the ocean.

At this point, the greenette already got a clue that Kaidou isn't some sort of prophet, let alone has some sort of magical strong powers in his hand from the way the pinkette is handling this— and because he came from a world with no powers except for the psychics, which he isn't. It's somewhat disappointing that all your hope and trust was built on a lie and delusion— but apparently Kaidou genuinely believes this stuff so the sentiment is all there, he did mean what he said, after all.

On the scroll, there is a drawing of four balls of light, and a tree and a list of strange names not unlike the codenames they all got and odd writing and all sorts of weird stuff that Izuku himself can't find himself deciphering at all. Perhaps a person with a Code Reading Quirk could understand.

"So," Sakuriko says again, "Like Coal Crow said, my name is Deep Inky Raven. But before we start saying anything that might get us into trouble if anyone on the wrong side of the moral spectrum hears, I have to inform you that I placed— when we entered the car— a special barrier and you must perform the Holy Grail Ceremony. But only you," she murmurs, adjusting her glasses, "Since you're the only person in the room holding some verity of Dark Power— quick, before you vanish."

"Of course!" Kaidou exclaims as if he understood any of that nonsense. He then proceeds to perform some… strange hand gestures before clapping which leaves Izuku smiling in a strain. Because, frankly, what else is he supposed to do. "Laguz." He feels like screaming, actually.

Sakuriko lets out a small sigh, perhaps to seem relived but more possibly to let all what's left of her dignity to float out of her lips and evaporate into thin air, "Good. Now everyone is safe." She readjusts herself, peaking at the eyes that are watching her from the front mirror, "As you might have guessed, I was a part of the group Jade Eyes lead before Dark Reunion killed him and the other phantoms," After casually recalling a mass murder, she gestures to the light balls on the scroll and the other unworldly teen nods, "After they were taken down, I became the new leader.

"You do know what the job of those phantoms were, right?" she asks menacingly and besides Izuku, Kaidou gulps,

"Naturally, I do! But, uh, just for clarification— can you… recall it for me, just so we'd be on the same page."

"Of course," she nods, "The four phantoms that were with you the day of the tragedy: Crimson Blade, Amber Fang, Golden Thunderbolt and the most important of them all— Blue Horn That Is Almost Completely Transparent— just like clarified on the Mystic Scroll of Truth, had the job of protecting the nearby existences with D.T.S. levels of above five-hundred-and-thirty, which is short for Deserve To Stay… Don't. Don't switch the letters around.

"This existence, the Hero Universe— or H.U., is one of those nearby existences. Dark Reunion wanted to take control of it, so they used what was left of the dead phantoms to open the gates here but they still needed your power to be able to affect anything physically in the hopes to take over— problem is you left the school before they could get to you."

"So it really started since then?!" he exclaims, shocked.

"That's right."

Mr. Aizawa grunts from the front seat, "Are those really things that happened."

"Yes," Lady Sakuriko snaps, "Continuing on; some time later, after Jet Black Wings' visit to the House of Fortune-Telling where it was attacked, if you remember, Miss. Clairvoyance ended up rattling off to Dark Reunion about some of your powers that were transferred to the money you paid with for the neckless you purchased. They ended up crossing her, though, and that's why she was quick to give you back the money, believing it was cursed." Izuku wonders how much of their universe was strange or she's just fabricating.

"How could I be so blind?!" Kaidou deflates, pouting at the scroll.

"You have no reason to blame yourself. Even we weren't aware of these actions."

"Yeah," Izuku chimes in as if he's in on most of this, "Don't be so down on yourself!"

After the teal haired boy nods, the pink one resumes, "The power they were able to gather out of the cash in time was only able to send one person. They meant to send one of the strongest, bravest leaders but before they could do anything— if you recall, there's another girl from your School, P.K. Academy, that is a soothsayer, Aiura Mikoto; who sensed that this world and everyone in general were in danger, so she managed to redirect your power that was lost back to you, not knowing that it would send you here."

"…So this was all a mistake?" Kaidou clarifies after a moment where they all were left to let the information sink in.

"You could call it that, yes," Sakuriko sighs, "But it did save this universe from the evils of Dark Reunion. Who knows what they would do if they had access to the powers of Quirks or the technology here. They might have teamed up with some other villain groups here and caused chaos— maybe even turned some children into metal tools. And that wouldn't be all that great, at all. So it's thanks to you being here that they are safe." She smiles a little, and the two other teens beam back, "I'm glad you're okay, though, Kaidou. And I'm glad you were found and taken care of by someone so kind. And understanding. And smart." She pauses. Oof. "God knows I wish I had someone like that. I only had my mostly annoying formal assistant before I upgraded to Coal Crow."

The two men in the front seats exchange a glance.

"Aww, you think I'm an upgrade?"

"From the other one? Yes, surprisingly."

Kaidou ponders that for a few more minutes as the car stays silent. "How did you get here, then?"

"Because I'm awesome."

"Oh… okay."

The car stops in front of U.A., then, and Mr. Mic opens his mouth finally— an action Izuku is impressed he hadn't done the whole ride, "We're here, kids!"

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Top 3: Snapping Quirk

The doors open and Shota walks in after Sakagami, who surprisingly— but maybe it shouldn't be, at this point— is the one to march in first, Hizashi only after the ravenette. The people situated near the table surrounded by teachers and staff turn to the guests.

"Ah," Nezu said, grin sharp, "Sakagami, we were expecting you."

"…Is it because they texted you beforehand?"

"That's precise. I wasn't aware Aizawa will also be here too?" He raises an eyebrow. He's most likely referring to how the man should be in a hospital. Shota shrugs— ow.

Sakagami nods curtly before gazing at the others in the room, who were looking back expectantly and curiously, "Who here has the lie detecting Quirk."

Tsukauchi raises a hand halfheartedly from his seat.

"How does it work?" she demands.

"Just talk and I'll tell if it's a lie or not."

"My intentions with Kaidou are strictly positive to his wellbeing and my only goal here is to return him safely to our existence and his home and let him carry on in life as if this had never happened, peacefully. True or false?"

Detective Tsukauchi, who wasn't a big part in this whole Sakagami-Kaidou situation doesn't waver before turning to the rest of the faculty quite blandly, "She's saying the truth."

The teachers, most of them, still. Shota personally feels his soul leak out his body like sweat until it's pooled around his legs. There has to be a catch. There has to be. They're not stupid, god dammit.

Nezu hums, "I see… do you mind giving some more context? We are speaking of the safety of a child, after all.

But instead of sighing again or rolling her eyes obnoxiously with a huff like Shota and likely most of the others had predicted, the girl glowers, hard, seething with the face of a person with experience, someone deeply offended, tired. It's an emotion the gruff man had found himself in more than a couple times. Now that he thinks about it, the idea of someone you care about getting hurt while you could have done something about it— the idea of Kaidou being in danger while just being a hopeless teenager, is one of those recent instances.

"Safety? Safety?!" she sneers, raising her voice ever so slightly while staying still, only tilting her head forward menacingly at the principle, "You have absolutely no right to suggest I'm risking the safety of this boy or anyone, for that matter. Do you know what I went through? Just to be here? The only reason I'm in this poor, repulsive and downright ridiculous plain of existence is so I can keep this child safe." She jabs at the doorway, gesturing to the direction of Kaidou. For obvious reasons, they didn't let him join them in the room.

"I went through all of this, out of my way, to bring this delusional, egotistical and un-honest teenager I refuse to even consider a friend back to his home and family and friends when I could've very easily let this slide. It would've taken me no time at all to let him stay confused here for all eternity, not knowing about his safety and no one from our home would've even questioned it. No one would've remembered him. Let alone leave the blame on me."

"Lie, you do consider him a friend."

"Hush, you." She grumbles before turning back to Nezu and continuing on her rant, "So imagine my stressfulness when I come into this place I know nothing about with most if not all of my usual abilities stripped away from me, searching day and night for this young boy I previously suspected the existence of was entirely erased before I manage to find out he's in this stupidly and dangerously over-the-top school which I only have access to by applying to learn in.

"So now I have ten months to get used to this bizarre teleportation ability and the rules and history of this world before I apply to this dumbly secured place all from scratch, pretty much. And when I finally do it and get in, Kaidou is still whoever knows where and all the teachers—" she glares at everyone around the table, including Shota and Hizashi… He shivers under her bugged security, "—are treating me like literal shit, while I still have no idea what their problem is— and not only that, they also act like Midoriya, a boy who has nothing to do with this, had indirectly killed their dog or something even after literal villains attack us and how am I supposed to feel, and… when I…" Her voice breaks and her shoulder hunch before she sighs. "My head feels fuzzy all the time, hold a second…"

She takes a deep breath and rubs her temples, composing herself as all the adults stay quiet, most likely to reevaluate their crappiness levels. Shota wonders what his D.T.S. rank is at this point.

Sakagami heaves again, "Well, yeah. That's… that felt good." She purses her lips, breathing deeply.

"…We're sorry to hear about your hard journey." Nezu smiles kindly, sympathetically, "Why not tell us everything from the start so we can hear your full story?"

She nods slowly, drained, before stopping, "Let me just get something real quick." She then proceeds to teleport herself out of the room, living the adults momentarily.

"Maybe we did go harsh on her…" Nemuri voices, "She's still a teenager too, right?"

"Yes," Nezu agrees, "I guess when it comes to the safety of a child such as Kaidou, it's easy to take things over the top and assume the worst…"

Shota glares at the ground. He was so focused on protecting the problem child that he neglected the feelings and opinions of someone who he has no proof of not being just in much confusion or danger, a different child. Alongside Midoriya, who apparently was just roped into this mess. Even after a traumatic life or death experience like the U.S.J… Why did they let themselves believe the obvious delusions of a child? Clearly there is no such thing as Dark Reunion. Or any reason for any effective organization to go after such a normal teenager like Kaidou. Even if he doesn't feel normal. All Shota can really feel right now is shame.

It's not long after that Sakagami comes back with a packet of coffee jelly in her hands and it is again that Shota's reminded that she really is only a teenager, and for the newly ache in his chest to grow, "Alight. Let's do this, I guess."

"Wait," Hizashi frowns, looking at her, "Who was that guy with you, then?"

The other faculty nod or murmur to each other, wondering about that aspect. Including Shota, who was looking at the girl from behind his bandages, listening.

"Uhm…" Sakagami munches on her dessert quietly for a moment, "You're going to have to be more specific…"

"The guy with the long-ish blond hair? And green eyes? That one that talks too much unprompted?"

She squints suspiciously at the man.

"Not me, I mean." Hizashi squeals before slumping his shoulders, "He said that he was your brother, possibly?"

"Oh…" The girl furrows her eyebrows at her coffee jelly, taking another bite. "That would be my brother." She pauses as the other stare at her. Then she looks back up with her lips pursed, "Wait. How do you know him?"

"He was on the news." Shota explains gruffly, resting his elbows on the table since his body is still sort of sore, "While his sister got attacked by a wasp-Quirk-wielding burglar."

"Ah," Sakagami blushes, which is a weird sight. And again it makes Shota's chest fill with that sluggish, cold squeezes of guilt. Just these little acts of youth— as Nemuri would say— these short-lived innocent moments. "Well, uhm. Yeah. How do you know he's my brother?"

"Said he worked with The Jet Black Wings. On the news." the injured man murmurs. "And was with you before the entrance exams outside of the school."

The pinkette blinks, using one hand to readjust her cloak, "Okay…?" There's a few seconds of silence as the staff look at her expectantly but all she gives further is a raised eyebrows. "I didn't tell him to say that, but I guess that goes with the cover story?"

There's another pause. "Well?" Snipe says finally, "Is he evil?"

Sakagami pouts down at her now almost empty jelly packet, "He's a little morally ambiguous, but he's not evil— no matter how many times I tell myself that…" she mutters, "He was helping me."

Tsukauchi nods as Nezu grimaces lightly. "I see. So, why did you send Kaidou here?"

She scowls, and for a moment Shota thinks she might just deflect the question or go on another rant— but, "It was by accident, like I said earlier."

Detective Tsukauchi halfheartedly nods again and the principle hums, "So this was all a mistake?"

"Yeah," she says, taking another bite of her sweet and beaming at the taste, "Hey wait." she stops a little more earnestly, "Can I ask a question now? If you knew we were on Kaidou's side, why did you act like I was a piece of garbage these past few days? I know that you were trying to find me before the school year started, but I didn't know if I could trust you, you see. So what's the deal with that?"

Yeah, no. They're in big trouble.

~-*-~

Shun wasn't really allowed to come into the meeting with the Deep Inky Raven, for some reason. So he's chilling in Mr. Nezu's office, draping himself over the couch he usually draped himself across, scrolling through the internet and seeing all the interesting heroes and villains out there that always, without fail amaze him, no matter how many times he watched the news or how many he already met through U.A.

Next to him, Coal Crow— who insisted he just call him by his name, Midoriya Izuku— was doing much the same. They already had time to catch up and Shun learned that the other was actually Quirkless, which meant that Aizawahead had no reason to not just transport the teal haired boy straight to the heroics course but that's beside the point. It also meant that Midoriya was extremely badass and probably the closest thing he has to normal in this world, including Inky. Which was nice. It reminded him a little of home.

They're currently sitting in comfortable silence, scrolling on their own devises and sipping the tea Mr. Nezu regularly left in the office for Shun, even after the greenette's confusion and insistent reluctant.

Shinsou: My life is a mess right now.

Zei: is it because of the upcoming sports festival?

Shinsou: Obviously.

You: u are taking a break rn right??

Shinsou: Am I what.

Hebi: For fuck's sake.

Pan: says the only boy with a chance to actually win this thing… rip shin

Satsuka: Excuse me??? I'm right here???

Zei: youre not a boy though

Satsuka: I guess you have a fucking point.

You: pan u totally have a chance to do this!! ur quirk is so powerful

You: …and the rest of u too

Shinsou: Yeah what the fuck.

Pan: honestly?

Pan: realizing that im gonna have to eat all my creations every time after every match is making me reconsider this

Hebi: Then don't. Just store them or smth.

Satsuka: Yeah just keep them in a closet. So that guests can open it and get treated with a load of live cookies right into their face. It would be super cool I promise.

Zei: yea skeletons are a part of your body and the cookies are too so you can say you have skeletons in your closet!

Pan: awesome idea thanks guys

You: u all better win tho okay??

Shinsou: That counts you too, you know.

Satsuka: Yeah, no flaking out. All of you.

Hebi: How would you even flake out of a festival everyone has to attend.

The door to the office opening draws Shun's attention away from his phone as Mr. Yamada and Deep Inky walk in. "Alright little listener," the blond says with a warm smile, though it was colored with a little melancholy, "You're free to go home."

At that, the fluffy haired teen scrambled to sit upright, "H-home? Y-you don't mean…"

"Back to our existence," Deep clarified flatly, "To Mrs. Kaidou and Toki and Sora and Kuboysau and Nendou and Saiki and Yumehara and Hairo and Teruhashi and Mera and Saiko and P.K. and… all of that." She sighs, looking conflicted, as if that list of names gave her a difficult time in the past.

"Are you serious!?" he screeches as he jumps to his feet. His mama? And friends and school? Is this really happening?!

"Yes," she says, "You can have another week to tell all your friends goodbye before we leave and I'll let you visit them from time to time…" She side-eyes Midoriya with narrowed eyed, "I'll just give you a note so we can meet up and come here every few months, like, eh, we agreed." She gestures awkwardly at the adult whose smile brightens with Shun's reaction. And then she adds, "I'm just telling you this now… time here works a little differently, so when you come back this first time, it wouldn't be that long for the rest of your friends— most likely about the morning after you were abducted, so no one from our existence would be aware you were missing, really."

Shun feels a little pang in his heart at that. So no one even missed him this entire time… he would have to live with all of this while everyone else would be none the wiser…

"But," she says suddenly, stiffly fiddling with her fingers and refusing to meet his gaze as she spoke in her monotone voice, "That doesn't mean no one would be happy and glad to see you."

Shun felt himself smiling as he heard Midoriya coo behind him. That's right— he shouldn't make his friends and family worry about him. He shouldn't be selfish. They still miss him all the same, even if it was for an afternoon… they deserve to be happy. Even if he missed them all so dearly.

"We're really stoked to spend this last week with you," Mr. Yamada is the one that speaks this time, "Even if Shota isn't here to say it— and he would probably deny it, but he'll miss you too."

Shun grins wider as he feels tears well up in his eyes for the second time that day and he nods before shuffling to hug the tall blond who happily hugs back, holding the crying teen, reminding him a lot of his second day here, when they hugged as he cried.

Soon after, Midoriya joins in in their embrace, also sobbing and after much bickering, Deep Inky Raven joins in too— though looking mildly uncomfortable, it was still apparent she was enjoying it.

"Actually…" Shun murmurs after a short while, "Is it okay if I leave after the Sports Festival?"

~-*-~

"So…" Midoriya drags, kicking the floor as he and Kusuo walk out of P.K., the latter wondering if this is the same feeling as walking away from an explosion and not looking back, though he should probably know, "What are you gonna do now?" they pause, letting themselves feel the warm wind from that metaphorical blast because the pinkette has no reason to continue walking— both of them, actually, since he also has no reason to not give the other a lift, as unfortunate as that is.

"Take a break. I've been here practically over ten months straight and I'm taking a break."

"Yeah," the greenette chuckles, "You deserve it." His demeanor changes, then, looking at the ground sheepishly and rubbing at his crowbar nervously as his cheeks start to become a darker shade of pink, "And… thank you."

Kusuo feels himself soften— a trait about himself he dislikes, but learned to live with, "What are you thanking me for."

He shrugs, "You're my first friend. My first real one… and now that you're leaving…"

"Midoriya," he cuts him off, the freckled teen lifting his gaze at the mention of his name, "I might be leaving, but you do have other friends. Like Uraraka and Iida and Asui and all the other pains in my back. You just have to be honest with them. Then you'll feel closer, too." It's true. Like how Midoriya became closer to him after admitting his Quirklessness and then even closer when Kusuo told him about his real powers. "Be open with them."

Maybe Kusuo should learn something form that. Maybe… Nah, he's good, actually.

The other boy wavers, "You really think they'll accept me?"

Kusuo feels his eyes roll, "Can you really imagine Kirishima making a disgusted face at you? Or Kouda feeling repulsed by you? Or Ashido thinking you're less cool?"

"…Yes?"

The psychic sighs, "They're not going to hate you. And if they do, they don't deserve to be your friends. Or they're uneducated. Trust me, you're not so bad."

Midoriya beams as his eyes fill with unshed tears. Again. Good grief. Kusuo hates that he can feel a ghost of a smile playing on his own lips. "Are you also going to visit?" Midoriya asks after a short while, his voice a little hesitant.

The pinkette lets his head hang backwards and he stares at the sky that doesn't belong to the world he rules, "Kaidou would nag about it when I meet him in this identity anyway."

"So that's a yes with an excuse."

Kusuo doesn't answer.

"Can you visit for the sports festival, at least? I want you to watch me show the world that even a Quirkless person can do it!" Ever the cheese maker.

The psychic lets his head drop back down to look at the boy in front of him, green eyes shining with hope. He frowns, "Good grief."

Midoriya bursts into happy laughter, "Sakuriko!" He jumps at Kusuo and wraps his hands around the other's torso, tucking his head under Kusuo's chin.

"Another hug?" Kusuo groans.

Midoriya doesn't answer, just hums and nuzzles into the taller's neck. Kusuo rolls his eyes, letting his head rest on top of the other's as he awkwardly hugs back. He guesses he owes this much to Midoriya.

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Top 2: Fortune-Telling Quirk

"I hope that doesn't make me shallow or anything," Uraraka chuckles nervously, fiddling with her lunch after telling her motivation for joining the hero course.

"Not at all!" Iida says, chopping his hand as usual, "You chose to help others and support your family, that's hitting two birds with one stone while also being very noble!"

"Yeah!" Kirishima agrees cheerily, "That's very manly of you!"

She laughs sheepishly, "Really, you're over exaggerating."

"To be honest, it feels more as if you're under-exaggerating— kero."

"Yeah, don't be so down on yourself!"

She huffs, "Thanks Asui, Deku."

"You can call me Tsu, if you'd like. I'd actually prefer it."

"Oh, sure, Tsu!"

The table is lulled into comfortable silence after that, and Izuku considers if this the perfect moment to reveal his… secret. He gulps, staring down at his food, wondering how to… phrase everything. He chances a peep up, finding Sakuriko dully glaring at him and he really speculates if she can read minds here too. She came into school one more day to say goodbye to all the classmates before she left since it would feel a little fishy, most likely, if she disappeared without at least saying farewell to everyone and with no warning. The greenette concludes it's better to just not think at all, but to rip off the Band-Aid without second thought. "Hey, I'm Quirkless." Okay, maybe a little more setup was required.

Chopsticks clatter onto boxes and jaws get dropped— or stay open from the students being caught off-guard mid chew. The table stare at him wide eyed as he purses his lips, looking around, "So…" Iida squeaks, "You lied to us?"

"To be fair," Izuku huffs, "It was clearly a joke."

"I though as much," Asui says as she places her chopsticks in her bento, "It was pretty obvious— kero."

"Why did you lie though?" Uraraka asks.

"Discrimination." He says and they stay in stillness for a moment, thinking as they bore into the table with their gazes, "And it was kind of funny." Sakuriko nods.

Kirishima is the next to speak, "Well, I don't usually really condone lying but I guess I get where you're coming from, Mi-dude-riya. And it's totally mazing that you were able to reach where you are all on your own, without a Quirk!"

"Hey!" Izuku barks with no bite, "Just because Riyu is not half living doesn't mean you can degrade her like that!" he voices as he pulls her out of under the table, because he carries her everywhere, of course, "I couldn't've done any of it without her!"

"She is pretty great." Iida agrees as he readjusts his glasses.

"Yeah," Uraraka chimes in, "And don't worry about us losing trust in you, because you had a good reason to do it! And we barely know each other… and now we'll know to-"

"Young Kirishima!" All Might's booming voice calls and the teens swivel their heads to look at the pro hero peeking out of the corner, holding a cutesy bento box themed after him, "Mind eating lunch with me?"

The redhead turns back to beam at the group, going to stand up, "Sorry, about that," he says, "I'll talk to you later?"

They smile back at him and bid goodbye for the time, "We'll see you soon, Kirishima!"

"Yeah, bye!"

"See you, Kirishima— kero."

"Keroshima…" Uraraka mutters.

As conversation about Riyutu or random other stuff roll around the table, Izuku can feel himself grinning and slightly blushing giddily at his lunch. Sakuriko was right. They really don't give a flying toot.

~-*-~

The last bell of the school to signify it ended rings and the kids in class 1-A start milling around, before going straight to Pinky of course, great. "Byeee, Sakagami, we'll miss you!" Dunce face calls,

"Yes! You're dear to our heart and we'll miss you regularly!" Calves says.

"Farewell," Bird Brain speaks, and just like that, every god damn extra goes to say their goodbyes as the pinkette stands awkwardly stiff in the middle,

"And remember your promise!" Deku whines, "You have to watch us at the Sports Festival!" Katsuki grimaces. Not only because of that annoying voice, but because— and he wouldn't admit it out loud— he was expecting, and even looking forward to, to beating to her to the ground and a few feet under and taking his place as king of the class again during the Sports Festival.

She nods curtly before heading to the door, which when opened, turns out to be blocked by a load of different extras anyway. Katsuki glowers. "Awesome," Soy Sauce says plainly, "I honestly have no idea what to put as a punchline to this joke."

"They're just here to scout out their completion," Katsuki glares, "because they know we're better than these idiots."

Round Cheeks gasps, "Us?"

"You looking to die?" he turns to the crowd, then, "And you too? Get outta my way."

A bush of purple pushes through the horde until a tired looking fucker stands in front, some off brand Deku lackey hunched next to him, "You might think you're better than us," Eye Bags voices, monotone, "But you've only gone lucky with the entrance exam. Now that we're fighting each other and the chance to transfer to the heroics course is on the line, prepare to go down."

"Yeah!" the teal haired dwarf next to him echoes before tilting his body to the side to peer into the classroom and wave, "Heyyy, Crow, Raven." He murmurs. Weirdo.

Katsuki tisks, "Said get out of my way."

"Bakugou's giving us a bad rep," Sugar Extra sighs.

"Don't mind him!" Deku calls to the crowd, "He's just worried he'll p-"

"I DON'T PEE MY FUCKING PANTS, YOU WORTHLESS DEKU!"

A few of the idiots in class howl laughter as the blond feels his eye twitch. He's leaving now, thanks. And he does. He pushes through the nameless losers outside the door and goes home. Stupid Deku. Take that.

Stupid broccoli fuck. Thinks he can just say and hope for shit and it will come true? He's not gonna survive one round in the festival, Katsuki's not giving them a bad rep and he does not pee his pants, goddammit!

When Katsuki says shit without proof, it matters… 'Cause he's right all the time. Yeah. He scowls. Whatever.

~-*-~

Eijirou drums his fingers on his knee contentlys he sits in the 1-A waiting room. In the end, he declined All Might's offer. No matter how much he though it over it always seemed like some sort of form of cheating to him. He knows it's not rational and that after all, all that matters that everyone innocent is kept safe and the villain is defeated, but he still doesn't desire that extra power. He wants to prove that he can do it on his own, that he can be manly without some sort of help.

And anyways, he doesn't see himself as a symbol of peace— hell, he's not even a symbol of manliness! No matter how much that fact bothers him. He's not good enough to come after the almighty All Might, in his opinion. He's just Kirishima Eijiro. The peppy, unflashy boy that tries too hard.

Thank god that the number one pro hero wasn't so insistent with this choice and the spikey haired boy is glad that he has other options, because they're probably better anyway, since he likes the way his life is right now. It's a little simple but that doesn't mean it can't be fun for him. And if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?

He hopes no one notices how nervous he is… and staying silent is probably not helping his case, so he turns to the person closest to him, that so happens to be… Bakugou. He's loud and brash and explosive all the time and pretty mean, but if Eijirou heard correctly all those weeks ago, he was the one to alert U.A. of the U.S.J. attack. Which is pretty virtuous of him. To leave everyone behind must be super nerve-wracking and hard, knowing that you won't be able to be there for your classmates when you're busy being the only one who is able to escape with good results in the long run. Which the redhead simply has to respect.

"Man, I'm super excited," he says, smiling at the blond.

"Don't talk to me," Bakugou grumbles, making Eijirou laugh which doesn't seem to sooth the other.

"Yeah, I know how you feel. You need to, like, concentrate… before the event." he mutters as he closes his eyes and rubs his temple, Iida in the background announcing that they'll have to step into the arena soon.

"I don't need to do shit. I'm gonna win."

He barks out another hearty laugh, "Totally, bro! You're gonna do great! I'm just glad no one is declaring a personal war against me, y'know?"

"Kirishima." The redhead, along with— not so subtly— the rest of the class, look towards the source of noise, Todoroki. Who approached the hardening Quirk user, standing before him and looking down at where Eijirou sits, "Although I rank above you in terms of skill and have a more powerful and notable Quirk than you, you're still the one who got the attention of All Might. And that's why," he says, monotone, not unlike Sakagami, now that he thinks about it, "I will defeat you."

Eijirou stands and smiles broadly at the other boy, "That was super many! I'm totally looking forward to it!" he announces as the collective quiet sighs of relief of the rest of the class rattle in his bones. Or at least that's how it feels. He raises a hand for a handshake but when Todoroki doesn't advance to take it he just grins wider and smashes his hardened fist in his other one, "Don't think I'll go easy one you!"

The duel haired teen doesn't say anything, but nods. Turning to leave after the class was called to the arena, the rest of 1-A following him. Eijirou doesn't miss the curious glare Bakugou settles on him.

~-*-~

"I'm freaking out, I think." Shinsou says, tapping his foot repeatedly with jerks of his knee on the floor as that blond kid from before gets off of the platform after that, uhm, pledge.

"Why?" Satsuka drawls just loud enough to be heard above the booing that the crowd of students are throwing at that trash fire of an oath.

"Why do you think?" the purple haired boy hisses.

"Well… you could always be doing worse!" Pan provides with a giggle, a ginger bread cookie nesting in his hair, "Like Zei."

The boy in question in standing stiffly at what could only be called a broken T-pose, with his hands propped in the air awkwardly next to his chest in ninety-degree angles and legs spread apart just a little too much to be comfortable, no suit under his gym clothes, "I'm actually doing pretty fine," he announces calmly with a small smile, "Clothes are just… so uncomfortable. And I can't control my, ah, stickiness."

Satsuka nods, "Amen."

"I can't say the same about Kaidou though…"

"What? I'm okay!" Shun interrupts, "I'm defiantly not! Fearing for my life!"

"Isssn't this… the firssst time you're doing any sort of physssical… anything, really?"

"Yeah? And? I'll be fine," he reassures bravely, placing a hand that's definitely not shaking on his face mysteriously. He's the hero of the original Phantom universe, darn it! He's the biggest hero so he can't just go out on the first round like some… un-hero sore loser! His friends are counting for him! And Mr. Aizawahead and Yamada will be watching over him! Alongside Deep Inky! So he can't lose!

And he's not scared. He's not. Really! It's just that… he saw the training of the other classes and, well… he's impressed, to say the least. And it seems he'll have to go hard on them, no holding back and… he's worried about their health and pride or whatever.

Yeah.

Midnight calls for the start of the first race and immediately all of the students dash to the doors.

Hebi is the first one to make any sort of move, as his body lets out heavy steam until all that's left is a smaller than average lime snake on the floor, "I'll ssse ya later." it hisses before slithering further into the crowd.

"…I did not know he could do that." Shinsou mutters and the rest nod along before sprinting after their animal friend, a horrid smell making itself known in the group as gingerbread men cookies get dropped to the ground. The all look at the girl,

"Yeah," Satsuka grimaces, "I better, like, go," she says before pushing through, "Make way, you dolts!"

"Okay!" Zei supplies, "I'm gonna go attach myself to a 1-Aer or something, bye!" he beams before dashing into the group.

Pan is the next one to leave, hopping on his bundle of cookies like it's a couch, howling in laughter as his creations lead him to victory.

"Welp," Shun breaths as he tries to pry through the many students, "I guess it's just the two of us, Shinsou. Are you ready to take on this dark, unforgiving challenge, the one that will surly lead one of us to-"

"Are you going to help me?"

"What? Of course I'm g-" he replies before his mind goes numb, like he can comprehend what's happening around him but whatever's going on inside is a complete mystery— a surprise that all he can do is wait and… see what the tired teen will say. Huh. What did Shinsou say his Quirk was, again?

~-*-~

"Oh, wow." Mikoto chuckles, looking at the overpowered teenagers absolutely going ham on the track field, "You weren't kidding."

"It's kind of like Pokémon…" Toritsuka muses two seats away from her, Kusuo— in the disguise of Kuriko— in between them and the loud blond on the seat next to the pervert, though even with the distance his blabbering on each of the kids shown on screen and their powers could be heard. The two less annoying ones turn to look at the purpled haired psychic with a raised eyebrow. "What?" he whines, "Why do you keep making fun of me when you're the one who invited me?"

"It's a decision I regret every minute."

"And yet here I am."

Mikoto hums, looking back at the screen broadcasting the teenagers while slurping on her milkshake. It is kind of like Pokémon, in a way, though it's too late to admit it. And agreeing about anything with Toritsuka is always a pang to the pride. The screen glosses over a few different students as she wonders what in her life brought her to this moment of watching kids mostly younger than her like they're monkeys in zoo. And how she wouldn't change a thing.

There's a boy with yellow hair and a black lightning bolt that proceeds to create electricity. She raises her eyebrows, impressed as the boy two seats away barks a "Told you!" and the blond boy musing aloud if it's really a coincidence.

These kids are kind of like psychics but… dumber, she guesses. It's a little ridiculous. She's not really sure why they do this, or why it's broadcasted live to television but apparently it's for a reason or whatever. She tugs another loud slurp and sighs, trying for a split second to make sense of what Akechi is saying but immediately giving up and continuing to observe the other school's children.

There's a boy with firey red hair and something seriously wrong with his skin and what has to be his silver twin, a girl with horns, a girl absolutely wrecking it out there with her shirt open that the medium absolutely adores, a boy who's exploding everything… some guy with cool hair that's showing off his ice abilities too much to seem aloof like that and not arrogant.

She shakes her head. Kuu doesn't show off his skill, and besides, his better. And hotter.

Mikoto sighs, placing her cheek over her fist. Some green haired kid killing the competition… some boy with a speech balloon for a head and one with a bird… they're pretty cute… some pink girl jumping and creating something akin to acid… the blond psychic feels her head slump some more before she stills at the next person showed, and she sits upright.

A boy with blue hair, glasses and engines attached to his legs.

She's not really sure what's special about him… she squints. It just feels like something bad is going to happen to him. Mikoto still has her powers here, for reasons Kusuo didn't care enough to explain, so she would know if this boy had a death mark, which he doesn't.

Still, she whips out her crystal ball and starts running her palms along it. "You brought that thing with you?" the pinkette deadpans beside her.

"You brought that thing with me."

He simply shrugs before resuming blearily watching the competition and eating his coffee jelly… when did he get that? Whatever, she watches her ball and hums… interesting.

She tucks it back to her purse and leans back on her chair, thinking, just as the results for the first competitions are called. It would be unfair if she did something. It would be unfair to Kusuo. Every time she sees the poor soul he seems absolutely drained. And every time he would have something else to complain about from this existence. Which Mikoto can see why and how. It's not her place to do anything, or get involved. But it wouldn't hurt if she at least told someone, right? It's not like she's going to remember it, after all. Since Kuu is going to rewind time.

"Hey," she says, getting up, "I'm gonna get myself some more snacks."

"Okay!" Toritsuka says with a sing-songy voice, "I'm gonna come with you!"

"No." she naps with a tone of finality that even has Akechi and Kusuo gawking at her slightly, "But I'll bring what you'd like!" she says with a smile.

Chapter Text

Top 1: Star Quirk

Shun wakes up to the sound of sizzling and the smell of bacon. Yamada must be making some again… He doesn't wake up immediately, instead letting his mind process yesterday's events.

Shinsou got eliminated after the first round of the one-on-one battles which Shun was immensely proud about, even still. Shinsou had been rambling on and on about how's he's probably going to puke in the middle of the fight. Which he didn't, thankfully. It was actually— or, really— conflicting, because Midoriya was the one to go against him but really, Shinsou totally would have had him if Coal Crow, like. Didn't have a crowbar. (Holy crap is that why he's called that?! Uhm, Shun obviously knew that already).

Especially since Shinsou had been practically pissing himself worried about what people would think about his newly discovered Quirk.

"Oh yeah, you didn't really say what it was earlier, didn't you?" Zei asked as the purple haired boy stood waiting during break. Kadiou was upset Shinsou used his Quirk on him without asking first— but to the purple-head's defense: he did admit he thought Kaidou would make it into the second round too. He didn't.

There was a silence and then Satsuka piped up, "So if you told someone to die would their organs just shut down, or-"

"Why would he ever ask sssomeone to do that?" Hebi grimaced, sporting a fresh new shoe print on his face.

"How else are you supposed to win against a villain?"

Shinsou shrugged, "I was just kinda planning on commanding them to surrender themselves?"

"…That does make more sense."

Shun scrunched his eyebrows, looking at the girl, "Are you planning on killing people when you become pro?"

"No."

"O-okay…"

But before the second round-challenge-thing, Shun found Shinsou just kind of staring at himself in the bathroom's mirror. Of course, the teal haired boy asked the other what was wrong, and the tired looking teen admitted that what Satsuka said actually kind of made him more nervous, since she insinuated that his Quirk was, well, villainous? Evil?

He said that the girl was probably joking, while stuttering, because how do you comfort someone holy god— which made Shinsou think he was just making excuses and they got into this argument… in the bathroom. And then Shinsou kind of got into this spiral…

And then Shun started freaking out… "Okay, uhm. Wait here for a second," he said before rushing back towards the stands where his other friends were, passing by Sakagami and her little psychic circle, "Hey, Raven— Bye, Raven!"

There was a shrilling laughter as he came close to his other friends, "But popcorn is so gross! You're insane!"

"Pan, buddy, please, no." Zei frowned before shoving a handful of the snack into his mouth.

"Sssalad is the sssuperior food."

"Kids these days…" Satsuka muttered. "Oh, hey, Kaidou! Salad or popcorn— which one is better?

"Uhm, dunno haven't eaten popcorn in a few years now— Listen," he says hurriedly, tugging on the girl's sleeve, "I need you to follow me."

"Uhm."

"What happened?" Pan asked worryingly.

"Uh, I dunno! Shinsou is just uhm, yeah!"

"That can't be good." Zei frowned again before placing down his popcorn and getting up, the others following him.

Shun was glad that his other friends were quick to come to Shinsou's comfort. No real villain would have so many people caring about them this much.

When they got back to the bathrooms, Satsuka didn't hesitate to fling herself in to the boys' bathrooms and wrap her arms around the purple haired boy who was just standing, sulking and leaning on the counter, waiting, "God, I hope I still don't smell like shit." she mutters.

Shinsou huffed before stiffly placing his head on her shoulder.

"What'sss wrong?" Hebi asked, scratching his head while biting his lip, sharp thang poking out slightly.

Shinsou murmured out his response and Satsuka proceeded to pretty much beg for forgiveness and retell a bunch of stories where her 'sarcasm, idiocy, and hella bad jokes'— as she called it— got her into trouble. Then it somehow became a group conversation about embarrassing stuff they did in the past… Even Shun— who had never done anything embarrassing in his past, mind you— told a few tales.

Ms. Midnight announced that there's only ten minutes left until the second contest and the group decided that it's probably a good time to exit the bathrooms.

"Christ," Satsuka sighed, "I don't even have the ability to smell but this place is still super gross, somehow."

"Wait a second…" Pan pouted, rubbing his chin with his hand, "Someone who doesn't have the sense of smell experiences taste differently, too! So how can you say that popcorn is better than salad when everything should taste gross to you?" he asked in an accusatory tone.

"Well, I'm glad you asked, little man. You see, my Quirk makes it so…" she kept on blabbering and explaining as Shun nudges Shinsou with his elbow in the back of the group,

"Remember what I said!" he whispered, "Just cuz the sun can burn, doesn't mean that stars aren't, like, great and stuff!" The other teen simply watched him silently as they walked, "In- in the dark…!" Shinsou raised an eyebrow as Shun felt himself start to sweat anxiously, "You know… like, don't you remember what I said when we started being friends…?"

The tired looking teen snorted, finally looking away with a small smile, "Yes, Kaidou, I remember. You don't have to speak to me in riddles."

"But it's much cooler!"

"Well, I guess you have a point."

And Shun's proud of Midoriya, too. And Sakagami said she was proud of him, as well! Well, she didn't. But she totally though it, right?

Then a kid with two colored hair absolutely let it out on some boy that looked eerily similar to a different spiky redhead after he shouted at him something and then the scarred kid burst in flames which shouldn't make as much sense as it does. And there was a blond kid who pretty much blew all the competition away. There is a lot… A lot of blond people here. The bird guy with the shadow Quirk was pretty cool, though.

The blond boy won in the end, and the people on the top four weren't anyone he recognized. Actually, they only showed one of the third place winners, just after Aizawahead excused himself from the narrating booth or whatever it's called for reasons that 'people shouldn't worry about'. Apparently it had something to do with the other third place winner, he informed the teal haired teen later.

Shun nudges into his pillow and sighs.

After the whole thing, the fluffy haired boy met up with his class 1-C pals one last time for a goodbye meal at a diner, Coal Crow accompanying them. Before he spent the rest of the evening with Mr. Yamada and Mr. Aizawa, the whole afternoon and evening filled with tears…

"Stay safe, kid." Aizawa said, ruffling Shun's head with Sakagami waiting patiently on the wall beside them, a few meters away for privacy, outside the restaurant.

"See?" Yamada gushed, "He does care!"

"No," the gruff man rolled his eyes, "I just let him live in my house to be polite."

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do?" Shun asked.

Both teachers squinted at him, "Kaidou, is there someone living in your house unwelcomed-"

"No, no!" he breathed before smiling at the two men behind his tear tracks, "See? You're the best teachers I had yet!"

Yamada sniffed, a little dramatically, "We'll never forget you, little listener."

"I have that effect on people."

The blond smiled warmly before turning to his husband, "Maybe we should adopt."

"What."

After all of that, and then another half an hour of hugging Midoriya and just. Crying. And doing the same with the others in the 1-C bud group as they awkwardly pat his back, Deep Inky Raven took him back home.

…home

Wait.

Which means…

Poke.

Shun blinks his eyes open.

"Wake up!" Toki shouts right into his face. The older brother simply continues to stare blearily, "Mama made bacon! Like you like!"

"What."

"I said, mama made bacon! So wake up!"

The little boy shuffles out the room as Shun shifts to sit on the edge of his bed— his bed— staring after him dumbly. And after another minute of just. Existing, taking in his room and house and the feeling of his carpet underneath his feet and he purses his lips and groans, weaving a hand through his hair. Okay, some of these he had with him even before but that doesn't mean this all doesn't feel so surreal!

Then, something thin and soft brushes against his forehead and he lowers his wrist to stare at it. There, looping around his hand, are a couple of friendship bracelets. He blinks.

Alright.

He pinches himself.

Okay then.

He stands on his feet, in his house, and takes the few steps to his door and slides it open, a routine. Something he used to do every day without thinking about. Instinct. And here he is, doing it after. What? A year? Or, here it's only half a day. He stands at the doorway for another moment before turning and stepping into the hallway, towards the bathroom.

This is usually when and where he brushes his teeth and gets ready for the day, but instead he goes right to the toilet and kneels. And he pukes.

"Oh my." His sweet mother's voice comes in like a warm drink on a hot day, soothing and familiar. One he hasn't heard in so long, and he sobs just at the mere thought of being able to see her again. He whimpers. "I knew that something would happen when your friends invited you over yesterday." He hears her slippers walk towards him and he sobs, looking towards her, which only makes him cry harder. He almost forgot her face.

"Mama…" Shun murmurs.

"How about you stay in bed for a while longer, okay baby?" she suggests softly, kneeling down beside him and puts a warm hand on his hunched back.

Shun shakes his head before he falls into her chest in an armless hug.

"Shun! You're smearing vomit all over my shirt!" He smiles at the familiarity.

After brushing his teeth and a drink of water, he immediately gets sent back to his room with the promise of bacon waiting for him after a good rest, but he isn't tired, and he kind of just sits around in his bed having an inner crisis with his head in his palm before his foot nudges against something underneath his bed.

He frowns, crouching down for the second time that morning and picks up what lies between his feet. Two notebooks. That's not really anything new but still, one is what he recognizes as his journal from the other world— alright, alright, it's okay— all good— and one he doesn't recognize, even after all this time. It's black and labeled 'H.U. and other secret information stuff you should not read about unless you're Kaidou Shun'. His eyebrows furrow deeper as he opens the first page,

Jet Black Wings,

As a person who had worked enough with human people, sane or not, I've come to learn that it doesn't take much to make them emotional. Especially when it comes to negative emotions.

I know you'll miss your friends and might even question your own sanity after this experience (though I doubt the latter) and I apologize you had to go through all of this when you did nothing wrong. Just like Aiura, the psychic, said the other day, "Sorry fam".

So, I wanted, begrudgingly, to make this whole situation lighter for you with this.

Please do not show this notebook to anyone or we will have to arrest you and send you to the dark magic jail, sorry.

- Deep Inky Raven

Shun purses his lips. This isn't helping his headache right now, but she did write that she wanted to make everything better so maybe he just needs to keep reading the pages? It's not like he's not going to anyways. He flips through the first page and is pleasantly surprised to find a few pictures of him and his unworldly friends that they took after the Sports Festival.

One of the pictures he took with Midoriya, both smiling wobbly at the camera; one with his class 1-C friends, all making funny faces or trying to sabotage the other; and one with Aizawa and Yamada, the latter grinning happily while the former looked as if he is trying to surpass a grin. 

Shun does his best to surpass a smile, biting his lip.

On the other pages, are notes from each of them—Aizawahead and Yamada and Midoriya and Pan and Shinsou and Satsuka, etc.— and a lot more pictures. Telling him how they'll miss him and that he's a doofus problem child and 'Holy crap you are from a different universe??' and 'You've concurred Dark Reunion, I'm proud' and telling him to visit— some more demanding— Even Nezu wrote on one of the pages!

After reading through all of them at least four times, holding the notebook away at least an arm length's distance from his face, not wanting to stain the pages with his tears, he shuts it and carefully slides it in his nightstand drawer, underneath the other notebooks before he curls into his blanket and takes his much needed rest.

He can't fucking wait to see his friends.

~-*-~

"Is there a special occasion?" Aren hesitantly asks as he shuffles near his best friend after going to yet another ramen place.

He was asking this because Shun has his whole arm wrapped around the formal delinquent's back, smiling up at him. He's been like that the whole day, actually.

"What?" Shun scoffs, "I don't know what you're talking about— I'm always like this!" That's a lie, Aren knows, because every time anyone merely places their hand around the other teen's shoulders, he goes all rigid and flustered and he kind of just breaks for ten minutes. "I just missed you, okay?"

"You saw me only a few days ago…"

"I-I know," Shun says still with a confident smile and the taller boy raises an eyebrow at that. Did he have a near death experience? Is Aren gonna have to kill someone? The red eyed boy turns his head to look at Nendou who had been walking next to them the whole time, not paying attention, "You too, you big goof!" he says as he gestures with his other hand for the blond to come closer invitingly. Aren raises his other eyebrow. Is he really broken for real?

"No." Nendou says.

Shun huffs, "Okay, geez. Where's that rascal Saiki, anyways?"

"Don't you remember? Said he had somewhere to be after school." Aren supplies before he grumbles, "Probably that stupid show of his…"

"Oh, well." The short teen shrugs as much as he can with his hand around the other boy's waist, holding him tight like he might lose him, "I guess that just means more Aren for me!" He wraps his other hand on the glassed boy's chest, giving him a hug, in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Uhm, Shun, I… can't walk like this."

When there isn't any immediate response, Aren looks down and spots the teal haired boy staring over his shoulder into the window of the café they're walking past with an unreadable expression. The hugged teen glances at it and sees an ad on a poster taped to the glass saying there is a sale for women for the next twenty-four hours, with ladies standing in a long line outside the store. Kind of hard to miss.

He glances around at the girls inside. There's a couple with their school's uniform but he doesn't recognize one of them. He frowns. Well, he can see that Mera girl, but that's really it.

"What are you idiots waiting for?" Nendou snags Aren's attention away with a sneer, pinky shoved up his nose, "You look like idiots, heh."

"Says you!" Shun retaliates before letting go of the teen he was hugging and storming after the blond. Aren hazards another quick peek at the café before following his friends.

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Top 0: Stick Quirk

Jet Black Wings,

As a person who had worked enough with human people, sane or not, I've come to learn that it doesn't take much to make them emotional. Especially when it comes to negative emotions.

I know you'll miss your friends and might even question your own sanity after this experience (though I doubt the latter) and I apologize you had to go through all of this when you did nothing wrong. Just like Aiura, the psychic, said the other day, "Sorry fam".

So, I wanted, begrudgingly, to make this whole situation lighter for you with this.

Please do not show this notebook to anyone or we will have to arrest you and send you to the dark magic jail, sorry.

- Deep Inky Raven      

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Dear Hello ho Hey Kaidou!

Before any confusion, I'm aware that the inconsistency of the passage of time between the two universes might make you worried that every day in your life is roughly two years in ours, but don't worry! I've been working on a way to stabilize the connection between the passages of time in the highest ranking D.T.S. existences so by the time you read this the paths between dimensions will be shortened so that our times align. No more jetlag. So visit often please!

How do I start?

Kaidou! You're one of my first friends! This notebook is supposed to be some sort of memorabilia from your… "Darkness Adventure"… soooo So I guess I'll just explain to you my head canons on your hero persona in our world! haha is that a weird thing to do

There has to be some sort of gadget on your hands, favorably in you iconic red color, that will be strong enough to conceal your powers but will still be able to deactivate quickly and effectively so you can use them the moment you see fit. Perhaps, since you described your powers as destructive, there can be a scale so you aren't using 100% of your powers all the time (like a Quirk that works through %? That would be weird lol). Anyways because Dark Reunion is also trying to find you, you'll most likely work as an undercover hero…

[Four and a half pages plus a sketch later]

…and that's not even uncovering the ties between the Graveyard Universes, Dark Reunion, The Demon Overlord and Riyutu!

But I don't want to take up all of this notebook haha. I'll have to hand you some of my notebooks when you visit. :)

Farew bye See you soon!

~~Midoriya Izuku

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HEY!

It's me, Hizashi! What's up little listener? I hope you're having fun back home because we already miss you haha. I don't know how we'll have the time to write all this before you leave but we're doing well, or so Sakagami says.

You gotta tell me about all that multi-dimension darkness lore sometime! I mean, you do already. A lot. You talked about it almost every day! But boy did it not get tiring at all. Shouta would disagree HAHA!

Hopefully everything goes well on your way back home! And no one backstabs you or anything HAHA! If it was to come out that one of your little associates was lying and manipulate you, there will be great consequences HAHA!

In all seriousness, Kaidou: We'll miss you so much! You were like the perfect son! Temporary. But you totally need to visit us again, or we'll be sad! And don't think of throwing away those bracelets you made! You don't have to go around wearing them, but keep them, please? I know I'll be wearing mine! So I'll know I'm safe when I go out and do my dangerous work (high-school students are really scary!!)

That's enough from me! I'll let Shouta write some things. Giving this over to him now! Bye bye, little listener!

Stay safe. Don't walk into manholes.

-A

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I don't know what to write! Uhhhh good luck and thank for being a friend, Kaidou!

Why did the people before me had to write so much? Why did he draw you in a hero suit Kaidou? Why did he do that?

I'm not too worried because I know you'll come back to visit us. If I come up with more to say I'll tell you when you come say hi. Have fun.

-- Hebi S

[Attached is a crudely drawn small snake slithering across the page]

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What's uppp!!! Kaidou!!!

It's me! Satsuka Kohana!!! Stinky gurl in da fucking house! There aren't a lot of people with powers in your world, right? I wonder what it's like. Before Quirks manifested, people had boring colored hair like black and brown and stuff and we all just kind of assumed that the colored hair and other mutations tied back to Quirks as well but you have blue hair! What's up with that? I guess our worlds don't work the same at all.

It was a pleasure to be around you, dude. You're fun. I'm talking as if you're fucking dying or something but you're not. At least I don't think so? But yeah!!! Until next time!! <3

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Kaidou Shun,

Hello! I wanted to thank you for being my friend first, and helping me find different friends, regardless of my Quirk. Now that I know that you didn't grow up with the knowledge of all the stigmas and discrimination of certain Quirks or lack thereof, it feels less personal that you ignore the implications of my Quirk but there is no reason to question you. Whatever the reasons behind your words are, I know deep down that they are true, so thank you for being kind.

I know, right? What's next? I rip this page off, fold it into a letter, melt some wax and use a stamp to shut it? This sounds pretty formal, is what I'm trying to say, but I'm just not sure how to go about this. It's not like I write letter to leaving friends often. But now that I… actually have friends, as embarrassing as it is to admit, it also means I'll have to see them leave. So thank you!

You should feel lucky we were asked to write these in this notebook. Because otherwise there is no way I'm saying all of this to your face.

Come see us soon. The movies here are probably way better than yours, and we can go see them together. Like, in a group?

Anyways yeah. Goodbye.

S.H.

Ps. Was this Dark Reunion's doing!?! (Sorry I just had to)

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Kaidou! Hows it going bud? r u having fun at home?? I hope u miss us already! Take this awesome note from your friend pan the man as a token of all the great times we had together! We totally didnt have enough time to hang back in our universe!! So I wanted to give u this parting gift – at least b4 u come c us again lol. Its a recipe 4 the BEST gingerbread cookies! Mama pans own formula! Enjoy and c u later Kaidou! u silly goose u!

[Attached is a recipe for some insentient gingerbread cookies, and a small doodle of a smiling gingerbread man]

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23) f(x) = 2√(x³-5)+4x

     a) x3-5 ≥ 0 /+5
     x3 ≥ 5 /:3
     x ≥ 5/3

[Two pages of math work later,]

Hi. So I was just informed by the intimidating girl with the pink hair that this is not my math notebook (I was wondering where the squares went) and that this notebook is for you, Kaidou Shun! Sorry for all of that, if you though it was some sort of code. Uh it isn't! My bad :D

Goodbye Kaidou! It was fun having you here daily, but we all must say farewell someday. I think. You definitely should come see us again sometimes. Maybe when we're all adults me and the whole gang will be pro heroes already and you can come cheer us on :D I mean if that Midoriya can do it then we can too, right? Actually I'm not sure what Midoriya's Quirk is. But that doesn't matter

Anytime I see red ribbon, I'll think of you

Hopefully you'll think of me when you use glue?? :D

See you soo, Kaidou!

~~~ From me! Zei Setaku!

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I mean it. Look where you're going, problem child.

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You owe me a lot.

- Deep Inky Raven

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