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Venti blinked his eyes open, no longer was he surrounded by the soothing noise of his children talking amongst one another “ What happened he thought to himself wearily” For as soon as opened his eyes fully, he was blasted by the smell of the salty air and the horrendous stench of trash piled miles high.
this was an interesting development perhaps the fatui had taken him to the ever so smelly beach as revenge, but alas what good would that do for them, he had given his gnosis there was simply no other reason for the endangerment of his people.

He slowly stood up wiping the sand of his viridian clothes it was hard to stand upright on the uneven sand, the wind assisted him around his sides keeping him steady from the hangover he was sure to have, once he was fully oriented he glanced around as a indicator for where he might be.

There was no beaches like this in Teyvat.

As a traveling bard with much more years experience that most might think at a glance this place was simply new to him, how odd. But the Glance did not seem to be unnecessary as he quickly spotted a sickly old man that looked like a gust of anemo may blow him over, standing parallel to the man was a young boy that could be mistaken for a bush at first glance.

What an odd duo he contemplated.

As the bush boys eyes wandered to the loud scuffling near the trash pile he was yet to clean he saw a strange person decked out in shades of green looking straight from the past, “h- hello” Izuku stuttered out he had gained mass recently and yet he was still to afraid to speak actual words without stuttering how was he going to give inspirational speeches as the new symbol of peace if he still sounded like Porky Pig from that pre era cartoon.

“Why hello there bush boy “ a cheery voice called out b-b-bush boy? Izuku stammered
His comment went ignored as All Might stepped in after hearing the commotion “ and who might you be young man “
As upon closer inspection he was indeed Izuku’s age perhaps younger and yet he strongly smelled of alcohol? Well that was kind of concerning.

For I am Venti the best bard in Monstadt he exclaimed in a joyous tone as he whipped out a strange looking instrument.

Bard? Monstadt? And what’s that strange looking instrument? izuku rapidly fired questions off at a frankly inhuman speed
Woah bush boy might want to slow down there there is always time left to talk or else the wind might carry of your thoughts the strange boy snickered,

Izuku flushed red with embarrassment had he really gone on another one of those silly rants he should learn to contain himself better
Before Venti could interrupt the self deprivation, a sickly cough did it for them.

Izuku ran to All Mights side to hand him a napkin before Venti could do anything
All might collected himself and spoke his on inquiry’s“Heh sorry about that young man but those questions young Midoriya brought up were true what are indeed the things you just described I have heard of bards and lyres from the pre quirk era but I have no recollection of what Monstadt is?

“Perhaps it’s a small German city” Izuku exclaimed it would make sense but if that was true why could the strange boy who’s name is apparently venti speak fluent Japanese?

Venti was surprised neither knew what Monstadt as it was one of the 7 regions of teyvat but he decided to play along because from what he could gather he no longer thought he was even in teyvat there were weird blocks that reached the sky, the people walking by the beach if you could even call it that were also dressed strangely unlike anything he had ever seen and as a traveling bard that explored all 4 corners of the world it was quite strange.
All this evidence of this weird place led him to another thought perhaps he had become outlander just like the traveler, and as crazy as that thought was it made sense the strange breeze of restriction he felt from the wind only added to this theory, but before he could confirm this he should find out more information on this unique new world he had dropped into.

“ Indeed I am from the place you call Germany “ Venti exclaimed well humming a tune. He wasn’t fond of lying but unfortunately it came with his rather important role.

“Oh guess I was right” izuku thought to himself that would explain the foreign clothing and the alcohol scent but he speaks fluent Japanese maybe his parents were from here? This indeed would explain his lack of a accent

“ I guess you could say my parents are from here” it wasn’t technically a lie, time was everywhere indeed”
Before Izuku even had time to belittle himself for muttering again , All might spoke up once more “ Are you perhaps a foreign exchange trying out for UA ,the entrance exams are in 2 weeks after all!?”

”UA what’s that” Venti asked looking positively confused.

”You don’t know what UA is” Izuku asked looking flabbergasted
It is one of the best Hero’s schools in the world!?

Venti neither knew what UA was or what a hero school is maybe like the akademyia? it seemed his theory of a different world was true if UA was as famous as the bush Said. he should try to find out more information,ever since the Fatui struck Monstadt it seemed the other regions have been robbed of their Gnosis’es as well. he should try to get back to his people before another event like albedos occurs.

Venti took this opportunity to learn about this world “ it seems my Brain has forgotten care to enlighten me bush boy? Venti asked with a light smile
The way bush boys eyes shone with excitement Said all he needed to know.

This resulted in a hour and half rant about hero society, quirk theory, modern education, UA, modern Society, and the past and present of quirks as well as obscene facts of someone called Y’all might?
It was indeed a lot to take in but the way Bush Boy who was apparently called Midoriya, eyes shone every time Venti showed just a little bit of Interest was worth all the numbness in his legs for sitting so long, as the rant ventured into quirks Venti’s eyes went wide imagining 80 percent of the population with a vision thats just not something he thought could ever exist and as cool and interesting hero society was it seemed extremely restrictive much to his disdain.

The ban of public quirk use felt so strict he believed everyone should be able to be free and banning something your born with did not seem like the right idea not to mention how incredibly toxic society seemed when it came to “ villainous” and quirklessness and if bush boys eyes dimmed when talking about the subject that’s no business but his own.

By the very end of the rant, bush boys face went a bright shade of red “ sorry I got carried away again didn’t I “ he laughed awkwardly as his hand went to rub the back of his neck.

“ I quite enjoyed it words are indeed a from of poetry after all” Venti said with a small smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes
“All mi- I MEAN TOSHINORI mentioned you could be a foreign exchange student are you really going to try out for UA “ bush boy said awkwardly well trying to avoid eye contact.

“Who knows only the breeze will tell” Venti Hummed

W-well if you are than I’ll m-make -sure to get so w-we can be classmates.. Bush boy announced semi-confidently

Venti only chuckled and announced “ I look forward to it now I think all this talk deserves a song don’t you think”

Izuku nodded and together they listened to the waves crash, as Venti pulled out his lyre and played a greatly soothing sound that could tame even wild beasts.
As the night went by even though Toshinori didn’t want to interrupt the beautiful noises coming from the instrument it was time to go and he really didn’t want to face Inkos wrath

As the odd duo picked themselves up from the sand some what unwilling and announced they were leaving
Venti decided it was too time to leave, he picked up his lyre and went to find a place to sleep and hopefully enjoy some money from a street performance the faster he could get back to his children the better as Monstadt have gone into chaos recently and he really didn’t want to miss the Windbloom festival also didn’t Bush Boy mention the smartest creature in the world was at UA that seemed like the fastest way to get back
I guess the wind did answer and now He had a new adventure in mind hopefully they would meet again soon but as mother said only time will tell, with that he walked of the beach.

This story is ongoing

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Venti could feel the salty wind disperse as he walked of the beach
Realistically he didn’t have anywhere to go his friends and alliances would often let him sleep over, but here he was alone. .
“ Oh well might as well make the best of it” he sighed to himself drowsily. He had decided to show inn keepers some “ German” mora but even though he visited multiple inns none would accept it how unfortunate, he technically didn’t need sleep being a god and all, but that didn’t mean he wouldnt appreciate a place to stay. he should try to make some mora or money as they called, it in street performances it had certainly worked in the past
The money system was even more unfortunate because multiple people asked him where he got it “ unfortunately it was kinda hard to explain that your best friend, shit money as a dragon, and it makes the world go round.
Turning into the 48th alleyway of the night, seriously what was this city’s problem with dark damp shady places.

Before he could even sense it a scraggly figure jumped down from the roof “ REEEE “ Venti yelled out in surprise, stumbled back and tripped back straight onto his butt.
Upon closer inspection the mysterious figure had what looked to be a long scarf and black sweatpants on, and his face, well his face looked like what Diluc looked like on a good day.
There were a few moments of silence before the scraggly looking figure spoke up “what are you doing here kid” he spoke with a very deadpan tone and hard gray eyes that seemed to stare into the soul.
“Ehe you scared me for a second there , and for what I’m doing here I’m trying to set up a place for a show of course” Venti announced joyously. Despite the man’s hardened face Venti could sense no hostility, so there was simply no reason to worry.
“The man just gave him a weird look
“ is that so, go back home kid the alleyways at night are no place for a teenager” he drawled out in a monotone voice

Venti was about to refute but the man stepped closer
“ Go Home “ the scraggly man said yet again in a louder voice as his eyes glowed a bright shade of red.

Venti yet again was not concerned, he could not feel any real chance of attack from the man but deciding better on it he probably should leave, unfortunately for him he could feel his allergies picking up “Does this man have cats” he thought in bewilderment!
And when the man stepped closer once again, Venti broke into a sneezing fit on the floor of the alleyway,
“How Could He Do A Show” like this when he felt his nose close up.
The man above him was growing slowly more concerned and decided to take a few steps back as to not scare the kid any more than he had to.
Venti on the other hand was pretty much dying from his cat allergies he could take of mountains tops and yet cat hair would indeed be his true downfall.

As he felt the hobo looking man back away, his sneezes turned into sniffles and he picked himself up “ it has been a pleasure meeting you indeed but I must be off” he laughed and backed out of the alleyway, no thank you he did not need any more interactions with cat hair.

As Venti sped out of the alleyway, his eyes had locked in on the perfect place to sleep, maybe it was a warehouse that looked halfway to collapse buuut he assumes it’s better than sleeping in ground for thousands of years. And a yet another benefit it was close enough to a Main Street ,it was simply too easy to perform he smirked to himself.
As Venti opened the door that looked like it would fall of at any minute, he smelled a strong musty scent “ well this simply won’t do” he hummed to himself.
After “refreshing” the air Venti floated to the ceiling. And for 3 hours sung Beautiful harmony’s in the dead of night, until eventually drifting off into a peaceful sleep about dandelion wine accompanied by the sounds of cars cruising by and the wind whistling.

………..

Eraserhead was doing his normal patrol route after stopping to pet some cats in a alleyway, when he heard a weird scuffling noise and what seemed to be someone singing ?, “ who was out here this late” he thought to himself.
Going to investigate “ he saw a young looking figure dressed in strange clothing” as he observed closer the person did indeed seem to be a kid, if the youthful face and childish ticks did seem to be anything to go off of.
This only concerned him more what would a young teenager like this be doing in an alleyway at 1 Am. Perhaps he had been kicked out of his house?could this be an abuse case? But as far as he could see there were no signs of physical injury, and the joyful personality that was being displayed wouldn’t match an abandonment case, it was probably just a teenager running out of the house to visit their friends or something.

Might as well give them a scare to teach them not to venture into dark alleyways at night.
As he jumped down it was clear he caught the kid of guard if the high pitched scream Said anything he did feel a little bad but it was more important to make sure the kid was in a decent home situation.

He waited a few moments before speaking up in a purposefully monotone voice “ What are you doing here kid” the more information he could find out the better.

“Ehe you scared me for a second there , and for what I’m doing here I’m trying to set up a place for a show of course” the girl boy he couldn’t tell said in a happy tone.

A show he thought in bewilderment, that was strange…

“ is that so, go back home kid the alleyways at night are no place for a teenager” he said calmly purposefully trying to keep his voice monotone as to not scare the kid into a flashback.
He saw the kid open his mouth to speak “ Go Home” he said yet again stepping closer and glaring his eyes to try to convince the kid to go back, he didn’t know if his house was safe but it was a better bet than leaving a kid in a alleyway alone he had experienced far to many kidnappings cases in this part of town.

He saw the hesitation and let out a breath of relief, If the way her/his face shifted it looked like they were about to head back until he shuffled just a tiny bit closer and, oh god were they okay it looked like the kid was having a sneezing fit hmm that was new.
Eraserhead now kind of concerned stepped away afraid that turning of his quirk with his eyes could have affected said immune system.
He carefully watched with a flint of concern in his eyes as the child picked themselves up with newfound puffy eyes.

“ it has been a pleasure meeting you indeed but I must be off” he announced and sped of into the street
That was well that was very weird. Eraserhead considered following them but ultimately decided against it as a scream came from 2 alleyways away.
As interesting.. as that was he hoped the kid made it back home safe, and maybe if the kid indeed was telling the truth he could manage to catch one of their shows the singing was indeed kind of relaxing.

With that Eraserhead sped of into the next alleyway with plans to tell his husband all about this strange interaction.

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Waking up in a decrepit warehouse was indeed not on Venti’s to-do list but Alas he follows where the wind must blow to chase the seeds of a new adventure lying In tragedy's wake for as long as the sun shines and plants bloom there is always something new to grow with in , and damn he could really use some wine right about.

Speaking of wine, he unfortunately has no mor- money to spare, broke as Zhongli once again, ok maybe not that bad wasn’t he in dept?

As little as he knew about this strange new world he had all but landed in, Bush Buy did push his concerns about the alcohol scent radiating off of him, that means alcohol must exist here too the wind had all but granted him a new blessing! He thought with utmost excitement.

Didn’t Bush Boy did also mention a grand place called UA that pushed the seeds of future hero’s to bloom, Venti didn’t really like the idea of being confined in a place as such, but he had to admit it had quite a few benefits, for he had no doubt that this talking mammal Bush Boy mentioned could indeed push the agenda of returning home.

And at this point Venti was quite desperate for a way back home as great and grand new adventures sounded, he had a nation and people to protect.

This ultimately led him to the decision to go to UA, where ever it seemed to be located, fortunately Bush Boy had given him a map of the city, how useful he thought joyously, indeed he was grateful for the hospitality this grand world had brought him so far.

Besides the lack of freedom he had one complaint, why oh why did there have to be those devilish little creatures bestowed upon with the name of cat. They were always there lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce on unsuspecting prey like him.

As the wind of the windows lurched his body forward, he was snapped out of his thoughts, oh right the performance he chuckled to himself.

Floating down as the wind of dawn whistled around him always came with a pleasant feeling, what was not joyous was watching the half way destroyed door open to be met with the smell of oil fumes, and black smoke rising from blocky creatures, how strange indeed they resembled Fontaine’s ferry’s.

What strange blocky creatures how does one operate with out the use of a melusine how strange indeed.

Peeling his eyes away from the blocky creatures that released fumes the wind disagreed with, he saw people bustling on elevated ground paved with stone.

Just like Bush Boy and the sickly old man they too were wearing interesting clothing paved with cloth and moody colors reminiscent to the rainy cloud in the sky , seems to be staple in this universe.

Venti glanced around again to find a place to perform melodies, and as he glided down the streets he saw even more strange cites the buildings were reminiscent of Fontaine but they felt less lively, more corporate and cold.

He was greeted by flashing lights that hanged over streets and people dressed in strange clothing, some people glanced and some people stared he indeed was now the one dressing strangely.

Venti paid it no mind after all the more attention he brought the more alcohol he could buy and the more his melody’s would be carried by the wind.

At that thought he smiled softly to himself he wished he could spread happiness with poems and songs that could woo even wild beast and now he could share such fine tunes with people that came from a world so different yet so similar to his.

It was then he found a spot, in a busy street with a spot free from the bustling crowd.

Once finally taking out his instrument, he began to play,

“ The wind came soft with twilight’s hush,

A breath upon the sleeping brush,

It curled through trees with secret grace,

And kissed the moonlight’s silver face.

It told of mountains far and wide,

Of ocean swells and shifting tide,

A wanderer without a home,

Forever fated just to roam”

As the melody played the street went quiet, it was rare now to see street performers on such a busy street especially one filled with heroes ready to enforce no public disturbance, gone were the days of the pre quirk era were people could perform freely.

in less wealthy districts were heroes were found far less it was easy to strike a tune.

But the confidence this person had to play on such a busy street and play so well, with a melody that make trees sway and flowers bloom ,feral turns calm and waves slow to the beat.

And for a second hero’s slowed and listened to the beat, people dropped money into the green Barrett on the ground.

And for the pause of the 2nd verse, time seemed to start up once more.

“HEY KID, YOU CANT PERFORM HERE” a hero in red yelled

Venti proceeded to give him a strange look “ what do you mean?”he asked” Every one seemed to fall in beat with the rhythm, and well places like Inazuma( it had gotten better lately) and Fontaine were strict when it came to laws, public performances were still permitted.

“ Under violation 32 subsection A public performances with out a license are illegal” the hero that was dressed rather crudely practically screamed.

As utterly annoyed as this made Venti, it looked like he had enough money for booze and he would probably just find another place to perform but that didn’t mean he couldn’t rile him up just a little.

“ I’m sorry my good sir but just like the tress you too were swaying with the melody”, and with that turning back to the people picking up his hat, and taking a deep bow “ shall I be off”.

Venti snickered to himself as he saw the ridiculous looking hero fuming like an aggravated pyro slime behind him.

With that performance out of the way and more to go he floated up to roof of a bricked building, and watched as people far and wide turned back to what ever they were doing and time in the city space was moving once again.

Using the winds he easily picked up the familiar scent of Alcohol, moving through the winds, he smiled and glided to another building moving through the twisting and turning roofs.

There he made his way to the inn he smelled the sickly sweet familiar scent from. With that he opened the door.

………….

Aizawa had heard the tunes from the city street on his way to UA, even through he expelled his whole class this year Nezu being the sadistic little rat he was, still made him come in.

As Aizawa looked to his right of the pavement he heard a tune a really soothing one, against his will when he heard the singing start up he tore his eyes from the train ticket in hand and looked over to what ever was making such a soothing melody, that somehow made him want to sleep more.

As Aizawa got a better look at who was playing, his eyes widened it was the kid he saw in the alleyway mere hours ago, nods of encouragement and enthusiasm, surrounded the kid, but they themselves were completely engrossed in the tune being spun.

Then for a split second the 1st verse ended, and time started up once again.

“HEY KID, YOU CANT PERFORM HERE” a hero wearing one of the stupidest outfits Aizawa had ever seen yelled. ( seriously who was designing these things)

As annoyed as he was by this, can’t a kid just express themselves through music it’s not like they were disturbing anyone but he needed to be logical about it was indeed against the law, albeit a stupid one.

“what do you mean?” The kid asked snarkily, was this really the same kid he saw earlier dying from cat allergies?

The hero only became more enraged with this answer and started listing of some bullshit numbers, god people were so stupid now a days Aizawa thought with a scowl.

The kid looked absolutely un affected with the hero practically screaming at this point. It was a funny sight to see a middle aged man dressed with his underwear out being less mature than a child with braids in their hair.

“ I’m sorry my good sir but just like the tress you too were swaying with the melody”, and with that turning back to Aizawa picking up thier hat, and taking a deep bow “ shall I be off”.

The hero behind him looked like their about to burst a blood vessel, He really tried to contain a smirk at such a sight but it got harder by the minute as he saw the hero become more and more aggravated by a simple comment that really was the truth.

And if he saw the kid float up to roof with unlicensed quirk use that’s not his problem.

With that he turned away and walked off keeping the melody in his head and hoping he could catch his train.

NOTES: now that I think about it MHA universe is kind of dystopian ngl also I know the story is slow rn but I want to drag it out a little bit longer before we get to UA becuase I think it’s important that venti gets a better understanding of this world , also thanks for kudos enjoy the rest of your day.

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As the door creaked wide open, he was greeted by the sight of a disheveled bar, Venti didn’t know much about this world but he know that something was not right here, it felt so cold and empty like the frost in dragonspire that chills you down to the bone.

His spot in Dilucs bar felt so much different there, it was warm and lively filled with laughs and chattering, something didn’t feel right as he stepped farther into the bar and dest settled around his feet, no wonder it was so far from the main plaza.

Snapping out from his unease, he went and sat on a creaking barstool, thankfully he didn’t seem to be the only one in the bar, but the more he observed the scene, the less relived he felt.

Venti could rightfully claim he was good at reading people, and the people in this bar did not seem good, with hearts cold as stone and eyes that seemed dull, they didn’t seem evil no one was born evil they just seemed broken.

Pushing his eyes back to the person taking his order, Venti's eyebrows raised the man was wearing a sleek suit with a crisp white shirt underneath,but what caused the most interest was that somehow there body was made up of purple smoke!

How interesting Venti had met many weird people on his travels this one had certainly reached at least top 20.

“ Can I help you young lady” Kurogiri asked pleasantly. Not at all concerned with the awed look that was thrown his way.

Kurogiri did not have many morals ( obviously 🙄) but he was not about to serve a minor alcohol, and as hypocritical as that minor offense was too the indeed much greater ones, as master told him Shigaraki can not have Alcohol until at least 18 and he always respected his master.

Therefore he was quite the stickler for minors under the drinking age and what was a young lady that looked barely 15 doing in such a rundown bar, have they no fear.

“ I’m not a girl” the apparent not a girl pouted only making him look younger

“ but 3 bottles of wine would be nice” they smirked brightly, indeed with out fear

“ sorry sir but I do not serve minors if you could provide me with the proper ID and confirm you are of legal drinking age” Kurogiri said Coldly

“ ah but of course my good sir, but it’s seems that maybe perhaps I have forgotten my ID at home” he said bashfully

“Sure” Kurogiri said looking extremely unconvinced

“ so no wine for me?” Venti said looking down a complete 180 from his cheery tone.

Yes, I do apologize in advance now you may excuse yourself from this establishment, this is indeed no place for a mino— just then He was interrupted by a loud banging noise, was Shigaraki throwing a fit again.

And to absolutely no one’s surprise Shigaraki was once again throwing a fit after dying in yet another round of Roblox

Venti looked up to see a young man in shaggy blue hair throwing a fit judging by the other customers and how unaffected they were he could probably assume this was normal, so he turned back on the creaky bar stall to plead once again for a drink.

Before he could even open his mouth to speak, a scraggly voice interrupted him

“Kurogiri where’s my drink” the young man whined.

And judging by how the smoke man picked himself up and teleported over to him with a drink called a monster energy he presumed that he must indeed be Kurogiri.

As Kurogiri elegantly floated back to the bar Venti tried once again

“I do indeed have some money and tunes I can play if I could pay for this establishment on a fine sunny day were winds blow and flowers bloom for i can sing songs and write a tune” “ so what do you say If I play for this establishment could you perhaps pay me in wine” Venti said confidently.

“…” Kurogiri just stared at him with a deadpan face and said nothing.

And in the blink of an eye he was teleported out of the bar.

Venti layed in the ground a little he really needed a drink to quench his thirst.
…………

Peeling himself up from the concrete, Venti used the same strategy as last time to find alcohol.

There he found a shop reminiscent of Fontaines’s architecture, called Walmart, it was here in this fine store where he found everything one could ever want, a wine section, blankets and his clothes were starting to smell he stood out like a sore thumb, that’s where he found these things called hoodies ( he asked someone) they were so soft like a ray of sunlight shining through a window on a cloudy day.

Venti was completely enthralled by all the amazing scents and material he failed to notice 2 piercing green eyes on him as they watched Venti stumble into the wine aisle.

WOW look how ripe and juicy they are like a warm autumns breeze drifting through the wind ,Venti laughed joyously as he held up 5 delicious looking apples.

Ignoring the weird looks passerby’s were giving him, he rushed to the check out line ( how fascinating) and set down 5 apples down, 6 bottles of wine, 1 light blue cup 3 different hoodies, and one pair of shorts.

The dead eyed cashier didn’t even look up when scanning the 9 bottles of wine.

“ your total will be 6,400 yen” the dead eyed cashier said with out hope in the world.

And if it took venti 30 minutes on line to figure out how much that would cost it was fine probably…

With the end of that Walmart experience his money pouch considerably lighter, his smile considerably bigger and scent of alcohol considerably heavier.

With 2 things of the list, he had a week and a half to the UA entrance exam he should take his time to understand the history better if he was ever going to Succeed and maybe actually be able to count money.. eh whatever.

………..

Yamada was naturally concerned about the kid buying alcohol in the store, it was not uncommon for teenagers to sneak alcohol to impress their friends or block out incidents ( unfortunately he would know) but something felt off.

He couldn’t put his finger on it maybe it was how casual the action seemed like done a hundred times before with out a concern in the world, maybe it was how young they seemed or maybe because it was scarily close to the description his husband gave of the kid in the alleyway.

If his husband was indeed right about the kid having a bad situation at home or not having one at all ( it was a gut feeling) then splurging your money on alcohol and apples for some reason? Was probably not a good sign

Yamada wondered to himself was it for there’s self or was it for there parent, he knew the answer already he just didn’t want to admit the kid smelled like a bar and with out any sign of a parental guardian it was not looking good.

Later that night after feeding the cats he brought it up with his husband.

“ Sho I saw the kid tonight the one in the alley” Yamada said quietly to his husband

Aizawas face light up in surprise for a flicker of time before responding “ really are you sure it was them”

“Not for certain but the appearance matched really darn close “ Yamada said sadly

Aizawa sending his unease asked what happened

“ he was at at the store buying .. alcohol “ Yamada said looking down

It was silent for a few moments before Aizawa spoke up once more “ are you ok”

“ do you think he’s like me drowning his sorrows in Alcohol like I did after Oboro died” Yamada sniffled out to his amazing husband.

“ maybe, that was in the past Oboros memory will not be forgotten, and if this kid was just like us drowning after losing a friend then let’s reel them back in just like how we supported each other” Aizawa said with a sollen expression

“ I don’t know, but if something isn’t right and if any one can help the kid it’s us “ Aizawa said confidently even if his face didnt show it, Yamada knew his husband well and the flicker of sadness mixed with confidence said anything about how stubborn his husband was ,he just knew the kid would be In good hands.

NOTES: I hope you enjoyed thanks for Kudos :D

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Venti was currently standing in front of the frankly huge building of UA, it really was like was the akedimya he thought.

The last 2 weeks were a whirlwind, everyday he would do a show in a busy street or small alleyway , already gaining traction on social media ( He knew what that was know!) gaining titles such as strange girl announces her self as the best bard in Monstadt or twink causes public disturbance.

Along with shows he would visit the library to study the history of “Earth” as people called it, unknowist to most people Venti loved reading, as words were a form of poetry after all.

fortunately it seemed fate led himself back to Bush Boy after running into each other at the library, from that every 3 days they would meet up to study, along with that he learned more about there world each gathering.

Social media and slang were indeed mysterious elements of the world unlike anything he had seen before along with cars and other mechanics as well.

Having the wind guide his thoughts back up to the present time, he looked up just in time to see Bush Boy approaching the gate with confidence radiating off of him like a warm summer beam, with hints of snow named anxiety that littered the ground.

And then he tripped … all that confidence disappearing like how the sun switches to night ,
Venti reacted instantly, channeling the wind to blow him back up once again, just as girl with cheeks cherry red and chestnut hair that gleamed in the sun reached out her hand both forces collided causing Midoriya to fall back ….the other way.

Hmph sorry are you okay, Ochako squealed,

Midoriya just flushed red, bowed thanked her and ran off.

Venti thought the sight was quite funny, having to restrain his boisterous laugh from such a scene.

Ochako feeling the breeze looked back to see a pretty girl with blue streaks, red from trying not to laugh, must be the person with wind powers she thought to herself, what a strong quirk if only mine was better, maybe that I could support my family.

Venti noticing the change in expression and aura walked over to her placing his hand on her shoulder.

“ your going to do great, like a sun beam shining through the dark clouds on a misty night” with that he walked off, leaving Ochako dumb founded, and with newfound confidence.

As Venti pushed the door open to the exam room, he noticed tons of interesting figures, Teyvat was diverse but mutation “ quirks” and elemental powers were always quick to catch his attention.

Finding his seat through the masses, in a instant the stage lit up revealing a somehow familiar man, “perhaps he had seem him somewhere, he has a rather unique hairstyle people in UA where supposed to be popular right maybe that’s where he saw him?” he pondered

“CAN I HEAR A YEAH” Yamada shouted

“YEAH” venti shouted back seeming to be the only one to do so, drawing eyes to himself including 2 green ones.

The strange man seemed to look at him for a second and pause before smiling and yelling

“THATS THE SPIRIT”
“ now let’s talk about the practical exam and how it’s bought to GOO down”
“ Now let’s TRY IT ONE MORE TIME CAN I HEAR A YEAH” the audience encouraged by Venti’s confidence lightly yelled back “ yeah”

As the strange man explained the instructions through a screen, Venti glanced down to see Bush Boy muttering to an irritated blond boy.

Deciding to look back on the instructions, he noted that it seemed to be robots, like Fontaine’s meka!

Before the weird looking man could finish the instructions a blue blob in the crowd stood up and chopped his hand.

On the printout, you've listed four types of villains, not three. With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful. We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won't do!” he chastised

“Additionally, you two back there, you’ve been arguing this whole time. Stop it. If you can’t bother to take this seriously then leave, you’re distracting the rest of us,”

Midoriya flushed red ducked his head and apologized “ I’m sor—

Before he could even begin to finish his sentence venti interrupted him “ it seems you are as stiff as a branch, relax in the morning wind and lighten up” Venti wasn’t a mean person but he wasn’t fond of people insulting his friends.

Snickers could be heard through out the crowd

With that Venti sat down quietly with a smile on his face.

Present mic trying to bring down the tension in the room simply smiled and continued explaining the zero pointers

Lida still looking embarrassed apologized and sat down ( love my boy lida but he was kind of a ass in the first few episodes)

Present mic ending the presentation dramatically, started to pass out sheets only pausing at Venti ( how strange)

Venti choosing to ignore the feeling of being watched, pulled out a feather pen and got to work on the paper before him. Gaining a few concerned looks from the people around him that were using pencils.

Literature, history, and aspects of a hero came easy science and math on the other hand …. Could someone please explain these strange symbols he had only seen numbers from Albedo why were there letters.

By the end of the test venti gracefully walked over to the turn in box, dropped his test in and returned to his seat, propping his feet up on the wood earning a dirty look from the blue boy but thinking better of it he turned around to diligently work on his test he had yet to finish.

As the bell rang people slowly shuffled out of the room including Venti who shuffled to the back of the crowd.

Riding the bus to the training site with bush boy, it was a fun experience, gaining raised eyebrows to some ,why would one could be so exited to ride a bus, Venti seeming unaffected as he watched nature pass by him like a gust of air on a sunny day.

………….

Getting to the testing site Venti and Midoriya approached the brunette girl that they saw at the start of the exam, only to be interrupted by lida

“She looks like she’s trying to focus on the trials ahead. What are you going to do? Distract her and ruin her chances to succeed?” he asked, cockily.

“ Venti gave him a glare ( imagine the one he gave Koujo Sara) and Lida felt a shiver run down his spine from primal fear

“ why did this person give him such an emotional response “ he thought to himself

But before Venti and Midoriya got the chance to talk to Ochako, a voice boomed over them

“Right! Let’s start!” They heard Present Mic’s voice yell over the crowd as the massive gate in front of them opened.

Venti didn’t need to be told twice, using his Anemo he flew himself over the crowds, well humming to himself.

“ They have the right idea there is no countdown in a real battle” Present Mic shouted.

Causing all of the contestants to run quickly as an attempt of catching up to the people in head.

Venti propelled himself upward, and summoned his bow, attempting to shoot as many robots as he needed. The chink of Broken metal as bows rained down and wind whipped said all he needed to know, landing himself on a roof, he observed the other contestants some stood out like a girl with pink skin throwing acid, or a short boy throwing hair balls at robots but he didn’t like the way he stared at the others contestants essentially the female ones

Focusing back on the fight, he saw a boy with lavender hair and eye bags as heavy as stones in a creek trying and failing to fight of a robot, Venti aiming his bow all the way back shot and fired a slightly stronger shot, happy when he saw no physical injury’s on the person.

The cycle continued like this for a while, of looking for people struggling and giving them a helping hand from Afar.

Jus then a rumbling sound shook the ground, and as venti looked up his eyes made contact with a robot the size of the one in Sumeru.

So this must be the zero pointer he had a feeling it wouldn’t be that simple, unfortunately he was right.

…………..

NOTES : 2nd part of the exam with be next as well as the teachers reaction, unfortunately it won’t be done till Saturday due to after school classes and a math test I desperately need to study for, I love Lida but in all honesty he was kind of an ass in the first episodes
THANKS FOR KUDOS ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR DAY.

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As Venti slowly looked up he was greeted with the site of a massive machine, the zero pointer.

Venti stood dumbfounded for a second unsure how to proceed, only snapping out of it when a scream echoed below the roof, the brunette girl was stuck under a giant rock that seemed to pin her to the ground, and judging by the bright green that covered her face, there was no way she could lift it by herself.

Venti was going to blow up the rock with wind, when he saw a green blur, rush over to her attempt to pull up the rock from its resting place on her leg “ must be Bush Boy” Venti thought to himself, no one else would be so selfless.

He knew it was a good idea to intervene but he wanted to see what Bush Boy would do before anything, he would only help if absolutely necessary, not everything could be done from a outside force, he knew that all to well.

Everything from that point seemed like a blur.
…

Izuku saw the girl trapped under a rock, he was scared terrified even but just like that fateful day with the sludge villain, his legs moved on there own,
rushing over to check the girls injuries under the scrutiny of the giant robot , didn’t deter him. There was no way out, he had to do this, picking himself up.

Remembering all mights advice even if it didn’t seem all that useful, he jumped and threw the strongest punch he could, clenching his fist he looked dead in the eye of the robot, raised his arm, then he felt it a surge of power unlike anything he thought he would ever feel before, this is it, now or never he brought his arm down, only then did searing pain erupt in his body.

He was falling, pain taking over senses, and self deprecating thoughts taking over his mind,he closed his eyes and prepared for the worst except it never came, all he felt was the soothing sound of rushing wind in his ears.
…..
Venti could confidently say that was not what he was expecting, maybe he expected him to try to call for the staff to stop the robot, what he obviously did not account for was how Bush boys calming and quivering aura, quickly turned into something almost suffocating.

A single flame, a breath, a beat—

It starts where silence and fire meet.

You think it small, a harmless glow,

But sparks decide which way winds blow

Not every spark comes loud and bright—

Some hide in quiet, waiting night.

But flint and will, when struck just right,

Can carve a path through deepest fight.

That simply was the only way to describe the scene before him, it felt as the world shifted on its axis, this no longer was that boy, he saw potential in ,

it seemed as that potential just unraveled before his eyes.

As the wind settled all that was left in its wake was a falling smashed in robot, and oh .. a falling smashed boy. (Actions will not go without consequences the wind whispered)

Deciding that this was probably the time to interfere, he caught bush boy with his anemo and glided over to the girl to assist her manually, once Bush Boy was securely landed and the girl who looked awestruck as did everyone else, was out of the rubble, he turned back to the contestants who still seemed to be unraveling their mouths from the floor.

With that done, he saw an old little woman in a doctor coat walking towards them.

“ are you hurt deary “

“ ehe not a scratch in site, he smiled” these 2 on the other hand turning back and wincing … might need some help”

Recovery girl only shook her head handed Venti some gummies, and walked over to the two injured students, laying on the ground looking embarrassed.

Venti deciding that it would probably be a good time to walk away took to leave back to his dingy warehouse, with a smile that stretched across his face, he had truly felt like he witnessed something that would start a new era, wind still whistling in his ears and Bush Boys fanboying in the background ( nice to know that, it didn’t seem to change his personality) he walked off U.A. grounds.

………..

Hizashi had been presenting, the U.A. entrance exams for years, and for the first time it didn’t come as easy, as he noticed the suspiciously familiar face of someone he had been worrying about for the last few days.

News would come up every once in a while of the kid doing public performances, but it was never important information or a set location, no matter how hard they tried to pin point a location they were always traveling and going somewhere new and unexpected.

Ignoring the thoughts pounding in his head, he started his announcement as he always did,

CAN I HEAR A YEAH” he shouted.

Pleasantly surprised when the kid he was thinking about responded with confidence, no matter how hard he practiced that normally people would not respond, it seemed Shou was right the kid really was outgoing made sense with all those public shows.

“THATS THE SPIRIT” he yelled back hoping his pause wasn’t noticeable.

“ now let’s talk about the practical exam and how it’s bought to GOO down” He said once again just like every other year he had done this.

“Now let’s TRY IT ONE MORE TIME CAN I HEAR A YEAH” smile brightening as he heard the scattered yeahs, even if they were soft Yamada appreciated them all the same.

Smile slightly brighter than usual he started explaining the instructions ignoring the muttering, it didn’t affect him heck from what he was hearing sounded like one of the kids that yelled back yeah.

He was just coming to the end of explaining the usual robots, before a boy with blue hair interrupted ( oh that was inginiums brother right? From all those photos Tensei showed him it sure seemed like it)

On the printout, you've listed four types of villains, not three. With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful. We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan's most notable school. A mistake such as this won't do!” ingeniums brother chastised, Tensei did warn him of his brothers overdramatic tendencies when it came to school ,sheesh he was not kidding.

Before Yamada could even open his mouth to explain the 4th robot ,Lida but in once again.

“Additionally, you two back there, you’ve been arguing this whole time. Stop it. If you can’t bother to take this seriously then leave, you’re distracting the rest of us,” … not exactly necessary, but he still had the 4th robot to explain, the kid in question who he kind of felt bad for, attempted to stutter out a apology before being interrupted once more.

“it seems you are as stiff as a branch, relax in the morning wind and lighten up” the kid said in a mischievous tone as snickers broke out, including him, as Yamada was also trying not to laugh as he attempted to diffuse the situation before he could get interrupted again.

Once everything was quiet he explained the zero pointer, and ingeniums brother sat down looking embarrassed.

….
After ending the performance dramatically as usual, he went around passing out papers, making sure to smile and encourage the students.

Stopping at his kids seat, and pausing for a second “ he didn’t actually expect to see him anytime see but as luck had it, the kid had shown up” noticing the kids eyes on him he dropped the paper and walked away to the observation room excited to tell Shou that the kid was currently taking his test along with the other examines.

Opening the door to the observation room, he skipped over excitedly to Shou.

“ hey Zashi you look happy anything happen” Shou drawled out
“ you know the kid we’ve been trying to find for the last couple days weeeelll… (taking a dramatic pause) their here!! isn’t that great Shou” Yamada whisper shouted.

Surprise flashed across Aizawas face before understanding “ great this makes it easy to find them, I wonder if they’ll get in if so I call dibs”

Yamada taking a seat and asked “ and if they don’t get in”
“ they will, I don’t know why but they felt strong, I just can’t put my finger on it”

Yamada nodded happily he trusted his husbands instinct it had never led them astray in the past.

As the examines took their test diligently, Yamada and his colleagues talked about the game plan and promising candidates, as well as a fair amount of teasing from nemuri and Hizashi because of the dibs he called on a student earlier.
……

By the time the examines were done taking the test the plan was ready and Yamada was rushing to the grounds were the next test was supposed to start, to announce, and had yet to return to the observation room.

In the meantime Aizawa watched the future students diligently to learn the name to a certain someone, and it wasn’t hard to find them as they were climbing the ranks and seemed if they had a strong wind quirk, he didn’t admit it but he was proud, the kid that left him awestruck on a street from a peaceful melody seemed as they were indeed skilled in fighting as well.

Just as he asked who student number ## was, Yamada came flying back into the room.

“Shou, Shou did you find out their name” he asked panting and out of breath.

“Just about to” Aizawa answered with out even glancing at him

The other staff were confused by the interaction before brushing it off, it was pretty much everyday Yamada and Aizawa seemed to communicate silently through each other, always understanding even if the question made no sense, with That they turned to look back at the screens ignoring the not so silent conversation going on in the background.

Nezu answered “ let’s see contestant number 67 “ passing the id card to Yamada and Hizashi.

Name: Venti. Dandelion ( preferred to be called by first name)
Date of birth 6-16-2009
Gender: male ( Really!? Both thought in surprise)
Place of residence: Musutafu, Japan 7890 apartment building caclio hotel ( this is the apartment building closest to Venti’s wharehouse)
Quirk : Anemo archer able to summon wind and a bow and arrow that’s shoots wind.
Underneath the information a smiling venti picture could be seen
Information to note: foreign exchange student from Germany speaks fluent Japanese

( side note: if your wondering how Venti has an Id, Midoriya helped him create it in the library when submitting a application)

Both Hizashi and Aizawa were happy to finally have a face to the name, Though both were surprised to see that he was a foreigner, he looked Japanese perhaps it was his heritage, another thing of note was the the lack of information it seemed to be the bare minimum.

But maybe out of all of it, there was no emergency contact no parent name and the apartment was in the bad side of town without even looking at each other, they both knew what had to be done, now where did they put those emergency foster licenses.

Snapping out of their weird telepathy thoughts, because of Nemuri standing over them with a smirk.

“ Heya boys watcha lookin at “ she said slowly batting her eyes.

“ Nothing just a interesting applicate” Aizawa said well putting the ID back,

“ Sure whatever you say, just gonna let you know no one’s going to believe that If your both invested in that wind student I have an inkling of a idea of what these foster licenses are going to be used for, your not exactly quiet about your adoration for quote and quote “ alley kid”

“ leaving both Men flustered Nemuri cat walked away , her job here was done.

Both men now embarrassed even if one didn’t show it, turned back to the screen as them and their colleagues picked out promising candidates, and Venti shot to the top in both rescue and attack points. { both men were proud and they barely knew the kid , there was just a feeling }

As time passed and leaderboard scores went up and down Nezu turned to the staff to announce.

“ it time to release the true challenger then still staring at the staff reached his hand back, and pressed a big red dramatic button All were alas to familiar too “

The ground shook and all staff knew what yet was to come.

………

NOTES: I know this was a confusing Chapter the rest of the reaction will be released tommorow I’m afraid I dragged it out Also on another side note 1k hits!!! tysm always appreciate it TYSM FOR KUDOS ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR DAY.

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All of the teachers heads swiveled towards the screens, as they heard the yells of a brunette girl trapped under rock unable to get out. With the threat of the zero pointer looming above her it could be a dangerous situation, the staff observed nervously what was going to happen next.

“ should we stop the Zero pointer it’s coming to close for my liking” Yamada said nervously asking the question no one else wanted to.

“ all is well, now let’s see who really has the makings of a hero”!! Clapping his paws together, the sadistic little rat said way too cheerily for the situation.
……
Aizawas eyes were focused on the screen he did not dare to look away, if something were to go wrong he would be the 1st one in action, and the screens seemed to supply him with a contestant that was currently running straight toward the massive robot “ how reckless, with too much confidence they would surely get killed on the field, having to much confidence in your ability would lead to a painful downfall, if the kids ,Midoriya his brain supplied, recklessness could not be fixed he would have no value in the hero world.

His line of thought only ending by the sound of a large boom and the swish of wind, dust clouded the cameras and more banging sounds of Metal could be heard.

Nezu having already cleared of the cameras with built in wipers because he was rich like that, started the replay of the sequence of events that caused such a noise.

Aizawa watched in shock after seeing such power displayed in a singular punch , he only now knew of why the kid didn’t use that power earlier, because Midoriya was falling and fast, with a limp arm at his side.

“ quick Nezu get the nets” ,Aizawa yelled in a panic, but it was to late, it felt like he watched in slow motion as Midoriya fell towards the ground, his heart hitched when an invisible force caught him, and relief flooded his body “ it was fine, he was fine it was nothing like Obor—- no don’t think about that not the time, he reminded himself. His gaze catching on Yamada who silently asked him if he was ok” Aizawa only replied with a shaky nod.

“ Well gentlemen seemed like that went splendid, let’s meet tomorrow to review examines” Nezu said with a far to happy smile, completely dismissing his colleagues scared expressions.

Aizawa watched as Nezu exited the room, and only turning back to display the final exam ranks. His colleagues either looked scared, annoyed, relived and All Might — Yagi Toshinori he corrected himself watched the recording of Midoriya punching the robot with something almost akin to pride, that wasn’t suspicious at all, totally.

Physical Exam Vp. Rp. Total
Venti Frei 40 40 80 1st
Katsuki Bakugo 77 0 77 2nd
Eijiro Kirishima 39 35 74 3rd
Ochaco Uraraka 28 45 73 4th
Ibara Shiozaki 36 32 68. 5th
Itsuka Kendo 25 40 65 6th
Tenya Ida 52 9 61. 7th
Izuku Midoriya 0 60 60 8th

As so on

Aizawa looked at the leaderboard, and pondered something well looking at the replay of the footage to double check the scores, something seemed off about Venti, the way he would hold his bow, he did so with his left hand constantly slipping and fidgeting with it almost like he was holding back but why? Going back to the replay of the written exams— THERE he spotted it Venti consistently would hold his pen ( feather he noted) with his right hand.

This meant one of two things either Venti was holding back for unknown reasons or he was ambidextrous, Aizawa doubted the later one, considering he would never switch hands with the pen and on the day in the alley and street Venti would hold his lyre or himself with his right hand.

So if he was indeed right about Venti holding back, what was the reason your supposed to go all out.

What he refused to ask himself was, how strong was the person that could score 1st place in one of the hardest schools ever to get into with the wrong hand.

………

Nezus POV :

Nezu could see that Venti was interesting indeed, maybe it was how he would hold back his real potential or his unclear origin or the strange clothes, perfect Japanese, vague wording, strange quirk and more that seemed just brimming to unravel.

and for a long time not many humans had fascinated him. But this felt different perhaps maybe he wasn’t human ( Nezu of course laughed of that thought who was he kidding the world was based of logic not a feeling)

But going through his writing segment was indeed awe inspiring all he had asked for was a simple paragraph that described the makings of a true hero what he was granted was far better, no fanboying no women no wealth no money , just a poem about a traveler looking for their sibling, he didn’t know why it made him feel things it was just a piece of paper after all, but it did nonetheless.

Another interesting fact that Aizawa must have surely picked up on by now giving his interest in the boy, was the way Venti carried themselves, just a mystery waiting to be unraveled one filled to the brim with secrets,

Nezu had not had something like this in a while and this boy felt like a puzzle that needed pieces, Nezu was glad he had the chance to try to find them and piece it together.

……

This is a sadder segment that mentions alcohol abuse I only wrote this so I could better help the characterization of Venti if these things are triggering in anyway feel free to skip.

……

It had been 2 days since the entrance exam and Venti was still waiting on his letter, with nothing to do he just sat there like a rock drifting away in his thoughts, and honestly it felt like he was drifting to far, a dandelion seed just trying to catch the breeze to bloom, into something that could be important.

Venti felt like he had no purpose, he missed his children their laughs and cheers, thier faces and smiles that lit up the skies, he was all alone waiting for a letter that might not even come, would he ever go back would he ever feel the vibration of Dvalin the expressions of joy as he sang to his people.

He had no certainty that they were even safe , after everything going on in Teyvat all at once, ever since the traveler came it was just one thing after another . Dvalin, Fontaine prophecy, Zhongli faking death, vision hunt degree and after the Albedo trail, Monstadt didn’t feel just as safe as it once did, and yet all he could do was be there and try to help, now he couldn’t even do that.

What good was a god with out their people, they were a god with out a purpose, Venti would give up everything for it ment he could protect Monstadt, his life his power his wings were all worthless without a place to go to, a star in the vast expanse of space that was flickering.

all Venti could do was wait and see if U.A. would work out maybe he was trying to keep on a thread that would lead to no where, but simply put there was nothing else he could try no matter how much the wind howled and cried the suffocation of loneliness took hold, it was not his first time losing his friends but he still had a nation here he did not.

No matter if he could slice mountains or shoot arrows, power came at a cost oh Celestia was this his punishment. He was wriving in the dark unable to move toward the light he felt suffocated on doubt oh what he would give to hear the laugh of his children again. All he would give,

U.A was his chance, he knew it was fate that it was the first thing he heard about, if the winds lead him there to that dingy beach it must mean something ( he could only keep asking himself this, clutching on to a fire that kept on flickering)

The quiet isn't empty here—
It's loud with things I cannot name.
The echo of a laugh once shared,
The ghost of love that never came.

The world keeps turning, bright and bold,
While I sit still in greying light.
The clock ticks on; I breathe, I blink—
And vanish softly, night by night.

I’ve learned to tuck my feelings deep,
Where no one looks, where secrets sleep.
A quiet nod, a practiced phrase—
I play the part, I know the ways.
…..

Venti knew why he loved alcohol, for it was neither for the taste or memory’s, it helped him silence thoughts that surrounded him like a whirlwind and wind that rushed constantly in his ears

He broke out a bottle

It burned his throat, he was used to it , he drank and drank, it burned and burned but his thoughts got quieter his body felt lighter, the winds stopped, Clestaia no longer nagged all that seemed to be left was a empty shell, and perhaps he would never admit but it felt better that way maybe he felt nausea but the thoughts that festered stopped, it was quiet for the 1st time in this world.

He ignored how his throat burned and his body convulsed he ingnored the winds whispering of warnings in his ears.

And fell into a dream less sleep, with a raw body and mind

They say I’m distant, cold, withdrawn—
But don’t know where my peace has gone.
I’m not ignoring life or love,
I’m hiding from the weight above.

So let me fade, just for a while,
Behind a blank and borrowed smile.
I’ll come back when the storm has passed—
But for now, I block. I close. I mask

………

In those moments a letter arrived at “ his apartment “ and a hangover was yet to come. * read notes*

NOTES : yes I know this was emo and dramatic also I do want to make sure that this scene will not play a big role on Venti personality in the next chapters ( they will be happy ) he will still act like venti I just wanted to set the scene for why he needed to go to UA and the motivation Behind it so agian Venti will still act Like Venti and happy and not all emo and stuff. ( this means he is not clinically depressed and it still a general happy person. )

THANKS FOR KUDOS ENJOY YOUR DAY

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Venti’s head was pounding and a nauseating and unfortunately familiar smell was etched on him ,
that’s right he got drunk yesterday, unsurprising,
and as lonely as he was, Venti felt more hope more than he had in the last 2 days, Today was the day he got his letter back perhaps he had no purpose with out his people, but he would never try to stop getting back to them.

Venti’s chance at getting back home was at U.A. the wind had never led him astray before so if it took him to that dingy beach and the first thing he found out about was U.A., there could be hope,
and as lonely as he was Monstadt had always been strong with out his help for over a thousands years
, it was his children’s job to trust him and would reply in kind.

He mostly played small roles in the story’s of the valiant, he should trust his children more to handle their nation it had worked in the past and it should work now. Trust was a mutual thing and the people had always done more than the Archon.

And maybe it helped just a little that the winds weren’t going wild, calm winds usually signified calm cities and here, it did not change, Venti missed his friends sure, but it was nicer to know that they were safe. Loneliness could drag someone down but only if he let it.

This realization of hope of course didn’t mean that he didn’t want to go back to Monstadt, UA was still his best bet, and he couldn’t be mad about it, Bush Boy was going and if just having one friend going, that was all the difference.

His job as a Archon even if he didn’t ask for it meant that he would have to go through hard times, this setback was not going to determine his fate just yet.

He set of to the inn closest to the warehouse with a smile that would reach his eyes making them just a tiny bit brighter and a newfound spark in his heart.

Humming a tune he would spin when a dark time turns to light, his path looking a tad bit brighter.

A whisper rides the morning air,
Soft as a prayer, light as care.
The night has gone, the dark undone,
Hope rises with the waking sun.

Even in storms, the lightning speaks
of fire that dances through the bleak.
What breaks the sky does not destroy—
Hope carves the dark and plants its joy.

Oh wait that’s right he was hungover, Venti swiveled back into the warehouse head only now feeling it was pounding again, he lay on the assortment of pillows and blankets he got from Walmart, dropped his head down and was out like a light.

Only to wake up 4 hours later
…

Venti blinked his eyes open, the dreams this time had not been so bland surrounded by the sounds of the early morning spring, as dew would lightly fall on the fresh green leaves below, and moist wind would whoosh by the light chattering of Monstadts civilians filled the air like a chorus, he missed it.

But if that letter still existed, that joy would no longer be in the past tense.

Gathering up his green cape and putting on his loafers he ran out of the warehouse, wind whisked upon his face, and small droplets of water grazed the top of his barrette, he loved it, this kind of weather always made him feel a little lighter and with a heavy weight against his chest it felt like the best feeling in the world.

It felt free and that felt familiar and right.

He was almost at the inn he concluded judging by the street signs, and there in the distance stood the building, caclio hotel, was written in bold letters, that seemed to be constantly flickering.

Reaching the building, Venti opened the door
“ how can I help you man ” a happy voice called out

Venti was greeted by the site of a boy with bright red hair that stood up straight and shark teeth that were currently blinding him with a bright smile that could light up even the chasm.

“ why hello there, I’m looking for apartment 22, my dear mother asked me to check out the room” Venti said brightly without missing a beat

“ woah helping out your mom, that’s so manly bro,” the red haired kid said as walking over to hand him the key. Upon coming closer and his body immediately recoiling, “ woah dude that’s a pretty hefty alcohol scent you got going on, you good bro everything fine at home”

VentI laughed awkwardly and scratched his head “ yeah sorry, i work at one of those fancy Walmart places, a civilian accidentally spilled fine wine on me”
The red haired kid stood their for a second before nodding and handing him the key “ whatever floats your boat my dude”

Venti chuckled “ slang” was so weird.

Turning back to the stairs he made his way up as the wind assisted him,
“AHA THERE” a small sign saying rm 22 was etched on the door and right before it a small package was laying before it, he sure was thankful nobody took it.

Picking up the package he did the only thing reasonable and jumped out the window… he was fine he had his gliding license and his glider was always a nice reminder of home
, using the winds he created to assist him he glided back the warehouse earning a few awed and annoyed glances from people below him.

Upon descent, a laugh broke from his throat, it had been too long since he was last able to do that and he wasn’t really looking forward to another interaction as he still smelled like copious amounts of alcohol.

Opening the door to his warehouse, he took a seat on the pillows and blankets strewed across the floor. This was it, the moment which would decide his fate, he had trust in the wind to lead him down the path back to Monstadt if it had decided on this, then he must go with the flow.

He carefully opened the package, and a round disk fell out, what was this maybe another custom to this world?

His heart almost jumped out of chest, when the disk hit the ground, and a big buff man that he had seen everywhere on posters, and Bush Boy constantly fan boyed about appeared in a translucent form, upon closer inspection it seemed to be a hologram, the traveler had showed it to him once and how it worked when they came back from Fontaine with all kinds of inventions.

“I AM HERE AS A PROJECTION!” Buff mans voice boomed from the disk’s tiny speaker causing Venti to near jump out of his skin.

“ IT IS ME ALL MIGHT , AS U.A.’s NEW STAFF MEMBER” oh so a member of the staff, weird they felt oddly familiar.

“You passed the writing test with flying colors on both the writing and both hero aspects, only coming below average in Math and science THANKFULLY YOUR WRITING WAS SO GOOD EXTRA POINTS WERE AWARDED BY THE NEZU HIMSELF GOOD JOB YOUNG LADY” Venti didn’t even bother to correct him to overjoyed by the prospect of passing one half of the test.

“ As for the practical exam–”
Venti was practically shaking with anticipation

You scored 40 villain points!”

“Just enough to secure your place in UA’s hero course!” Venti sighed with relief

“BUT IM NOT DONE THERE WAS A SECOND PART OF THE EXAM”

You went above and beyond the call of duty and risked not only your score but your well-being to save other participants ! How could the hero course overlook such a heroic acts For your selfless efforts, you have been awarded 40 rescue points!!!” “ COMING FIRST PLACE I CONGRATULATE YOU YOUNG VENTI” then the person on the screen disappeared off , and a Leaderboard would take its place.

Oh how intriguing Venti thought to himself happy to know fighting wasn’t just the only part of being a hero, the best warriors he knew were the kind hearted ones, always ready to assist no matter the person.

Glancing at the screen he noted that Bush Boy had come in 8th, he could feel his friends joy from here, he was proud even if he didn’t want to admit it.

With that life changing decision out of the way it seemed he needed a backpack, books and a uniform ( he hated dress code) no money was required as he had gotten in with a scholarship, and the uniform and books would be dropped of at the inn tomorrow, life was looking up and not at celestia.

Putting the disk away and tucking it into a blanket,
he looked forward to grabbing the supplies he needed at the inn, perhaps that red haired kid had got in too, he distantly remembered seeing someone, familiar to their appearance.

It maybe wasn’t the best day but now he had a path to follow and hope settled deep in his heart, the wind said so itself U.A. was special, and maybe if Venti completed this story he could get back to his original one.

With that he sung once again mirroring his first night.

A traveler walked through wind and rain,
His boots worn thin, his soul in pain.
The skies above, a brooding gray,
No promise marked the weary way.

He rose again, not sure, but brave,
No longer bound by fear or grave.
For though the world may twist and bend,
The heart finds hope around each sound.

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NOTES : I’m aware that Venti acted a lot different in this chapter but I want this to be more a more light hearted story, also personally I believe that Venti deals with mental breaks like that a lot due to how old he is causing him to rebound more that your average person, taking on the roles of a Archon comes with responsibility Venti more likely has to rebound for the safety of his people, likely already used to it plus if he gives up or loses motivation there is a less likely chance to see his people again.

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Venti’s uniform was sprawled out on the ground, they had given him a pair of pants a grey top and a red tie, it was so boring this would simply not do, taking a pair of scissors, he carefully cut the pants to the exact length of his original green shorts, he then took the boring old coat and cut it almost like a crop top split down the middle and trimmed the sleeves and those horrendous bulky shoulder pads would simply not do.

he already had a a white undershirt so replacing that would not do any good. his beret was staying on and so was his belt , bow, loafers and cape. there was no way in the abyss, was he wearing that red tie it was just not his color, the gem on his white undershirt would be so much better.

Scooting back he admired his work, there it looked so much better he was finally ready to go to “ school “ he shuddered at that, he was not going to like this . Piling up his books he would most likely never use except maybe the history and literature one, he put them in the green book bag he bought at the ever so glorious Walmart.

Ready for the day, he skipped out of the warehouse, and used the wind to guide him to a train station, not unlike Fontaine’s fairy’s just more crowded and uncomfortable. Stepping on the metro he found his seat and lulled his head against the window, Buildings rushed by in a melodic tone and the Metro swayed like a rocking ship setting sale for sea on a clam ocean, a nice combo Venti enjoyed.

There he saw familiar red hair that stood up like a flame in the wind, they were wearing the original unmodified uniform. Looks he had made it in.

Venti thought about approaching them, until he saw the familiar building, looking enormous as ever. He waited as people shuffled out of the metro before following, going through the huge gate on the U.A. steps , he felt oddly calm, Fate led him to this world, and his people were safe, he would make sure of that, now if he could just find out where to go.

He should look for Bush Boy, he probably had some semblance of an idea of where to go.

guiding himself to places outside was easy the wind simply assisted him, inside a large building like this was a different story, he would often get lost, the “ wind” felt manufactured and lazy, a deeply unpleasant feeling.

“AHA” there he saw a familiar bushy head of hair, moving towards the gate, a perfect chance indeed, thank Barbatos.. wait he was Barbatos.. whatever not important right now, skipping over to the familiar head of hair,

He greeted Bush boy with a bright smile and a pat on the back after sensing the fraying edges and nerves Izuku was currently experiencing.

“ h-hey Venti do you know where Class 1A is” Midoriya stuttered nervously. Deciding not to comment of Venti’s strange oufit choice.

“ No idea actually I was just about to ask, but hey looks like where in the same class, Fate works in mysterious ways “ Venti said looking like the complete opposite of what Midoriya was feeling right now.

“ oh umm yeah I guess, uhh judging by the schedule I think it’s this way, I’m not sure please dont get made at me im sorry” Midoriya rambled on , pointing to a Long hallway.

Venti just nodded and shrugged him shoulders “ what ever you say, I’m just a simple bard, you probably know better then me “

Midoriya flushed and ducked his head, “y-yeah let’s head this way “

Venti once again nodded and followed Midoriya to their supposed destination, with a beat in his step.

……

Seemed Bush Boy was right standing in front of him a huge door marked with the class 1A logo, that could fit even giants, Bush boy besides him seemed to be having a similar thought after muttering probably without realizing “ wow this door is really large”

“ yeah, now let’s open, it can’t become a hero if you can’t open a door” Venti snickered as Midoriya seemed to flounder, consider his life decisions and finally decide to actually open the door”

There he was greeted by the unpleasant figure of blueberry head yelling at a blonde haired boy who just scowled, and told him he had a stick up his ass, Venti was trying his best not to laugh at that, only recently learning what that statement even meant. blueberry head was going to continue to irritate the spiky blonde with more rules before glancing over at Bush Boy and pausing.

He proceeded to rush over to Bush Boy gaining traction from the rest of the class from there he bombarded him with his name and questions about the “ secrets” of the entrance exam, he only stopped after glancing at Venti

“ THAT OUFIT IS EXTREMELY DISRESPECTFUL FOR A FINE SCHOOL LIKE U.A., HOW DARE YOU BRING SHA- before he could finish Venti raised his hand and spoke

“ Oh don’t be such a bore, does that stick up your ass cause you pain, because you seem irritated” Venti said smile no longer gracing his face, snickers broke up, and Venti practically dragged Midoriya to his seat ( Sato no longer exists)

Ochaco just stood there, face red from trying not to laugh at such a dramatic ass scene on the first day of school, high school musical predicted everything.

After sighing and taking his seat, Venti sneezed .. weird were there cats around?

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NOTES: I know this was short, I had a pretty busy day so I didn’t have a lot of motivation to do both parts but it was fun to write wanted a more sassy Venti and I know the reply to Lida wasn’t good but I’m lowkey an introvert so I dont know how that works and the 2nd part of Ua will be posted soon >:D

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Yup Venti could conclude there were definitely cats around, this was the 4th sneeze in the row. At this point Bush Boy was looking at him concerned. Venti just threw a lazy thumbs up his way, and looked to the area he sensed the cat hair from, it was in a doorway with a suspiciously man shaped lump in a yellow sleeping bag that was so horrendous looking at could even ward off the abyss.

“Enough,” a voice called from said doorway. Slightly muffled from the distressing sleeping bag. Venti recognized that voice but from where? The wind around the man also felt familiar, where had he sensed it in the past and why oh why did he reek of cat hair!?

Class hasn’t even started and you’re fighting like children. I’ve been here for 12 seconds while you shouted at each other, that’s not going to work. Time is precious, rational students would understand that,” The awfully familiar man said well stepping out of the horrendously looking bright yellow, sleeping bag, that thing could put Celestia back to sleep if ever woken.

Taking a better look of the man now fully out out of the thing that shall not be named, his mind clicked, it was the man he met in the alley at the start of his journey, Venti had mistaken the man for a hobo infected by those deadly little beasts called cats , but teaching somewhere as prestigious as this, it seemed he wasn’t the only one who purposely changed their appearance as to not draw attention.

he pulled out a bag of gym uniforms, and introduced himself “I’m Shota Aizawa, your teacher. That’s enough of an introduction for now, everyone grab a uniform, get changed, and head outside.”

Venti simply nodded before sneezing again as dust went into the air as students walked, only spreading cat hair farther, Aizawa their teacher locked eyes with him, and raised an eyebrow. Venti sneezed in response, ending that silent conversation.

And proceeded to skip to the uniforms with the other students, he spent all this time tailoring his original uniform just to wear an even uglier one, this felt disrespectful.

The Locker rooms were an even more complicated situation, because just as he was going to open the door to the men’s, a girl with pink fluffy hair and light pink skin stopped him.

“ where do you think your going, wrong room silly” she said oblivious, Venti just stood for a second before responding.

“ ah it seems there’s been a misunderstanding, I indeed am I male “

Maybe he would be annoyed with Mina‘s aghast expression if it wasn’t so funny it wasn’t Venti‘s first time getting mis-gendered

the class that wasn’t in the lockers room which was practically all of it, stood with the same expression as Mina, surprise was written across their face .

“ ah sorry for assumptions it’s just, the clothes, the face, the hair, it’s feminine you know “ Mina said embarrassed, scratching her head and adverting her eyes.

“ You look like a pretty girl” Tsuyu said bluntly without a moment to spare.

And maybe Venti would appreciate all the shocked expressions, if it weren’t for a short boy with literal balls on his head that seemed to be angry?

“ your a boy!?, my day is ruined you were a Total hotty too, if only you had bigger tits” he screamed in angst as Venti and the rest of the girls threw him a dirty look what a gross pervert, this is exactly the people Venti tried to avoid at the bars, always hitting on the kind woman of Monstadt ( and him) just for the bodies, it was indeed true that Mineta ( ew) was looking rather kickble.

“ MOVE EXTRAS, I DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS” a angry blond boy screeched, pushing past their classmates, and practically kicking down the door to the men’s locker room, Venti just shrugged and followed after him, making sure to “ accidentally” kick the short boy well stepping into the locker room.

And if any one saw Mineta get kicked, they of course turned a blind eye.

Venti changed quickly, it felt rather uncomfortable he could practically feel Mineta’s eyes on him, oh Barbatos he hated this wait he was …you know what nevermind.

Midoriya seemed to recognize Venti’s discomfort, and attempted to block Mineta’s view by opening a locker directly into his face and claiming it as his, even if Bush Boy didn’t know, Venti appreciated it.

Venti along with Midoriya headed out of the locker room , to be greeted with a field of refreshing grass that made venti giddy back to be outside again. For as long as grass swayed and the sun shined overhead, a bards tale would no longer be dead.

As more kids shuffled out of the locker rooms, they slowly formed a messy line across the field, with Venti and Midoriya stuck somewhere in the middle.

“Alright, listen up. For your first day here at U.A., you’ll be performing a quirk apprehension test.” Aizawa said giving his class a deadpan look.

Surprise washed over Venti’s classmates, he himself was not affected already used to using his power.

But,” Uraraka looked at Aizawa nervously, “what about orientation? We’re gonna miss it!”

He looked at her with his usual stoic expression. “If you really want to become pro-heroes then you shouldn’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.” His classmates looked at one another in confusion then back to him. “Here at U.A., we aren’t tethered to traditional methods of teaching. That means I get to run my class however I see fit.”

Aizawa pulled out his phone as he continued talking, “You’ve been taking standardized tests your entire lives, but you never got to use your quirks before, right? Not knowing the strengths and limitations of your quirk is irrational.” Aizawa gestured towards Venti you got 1st place in the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball in middle school?”

Venti simply shrugged “ I forgot”

Aizawa sighed, questioned why he ever wanted to be a teacher and replied “ Try throwing it with your quirk. Anything goes, just stay within the circle.”
Venti gave and thumbs up caught the ball Aizawa threw him, and gracefully walked over to the circle on the ground.

Flexing his fingers, he softly threw the ball into the air and watched as Anemo swirled around it lifting it higher, Venti just stood and watched with a calm expression etched on his face, well his classmates watched in shock as the wind that was carrying the ball lifted it into the stratosphere, and all that was left in its wake was a tiny green dot almost none could see unless you had a sight quirk or a pair of extremely strong binoculars.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It’s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero,” Aizawa stated. He looked unphased as he flipped his phone around to show the rest of the class. The number on his phone read “ untraceable” the class looked equally as shocked as they were nervous “ how could they compete with that”

“Woah is your quirk like mine! I can control the gravity of my surroundings ” Ochako shouted happily

“ Really that’s so cool !” Midoriya accidentally joined in

“ Yeah that’s really cool, but not exactly I have a wind quirk ( wow it hurt to say that) me and the wind work in harmony with one another So if you see me lost or still, Just know the wind is with me still A friend unseen, yet always true—It stays when skies turn grey or blue.

It was silent for a few moments as everyone took that in before a voice interrupted

“ is the wind sentient like ,dark shadow?” A bird headed boy said inquisitively, Venti shrugged not providing any information.

The silence dragged on for only a few more seconds before classmates were back to their normal preppy selves.

I wanna go! That looks like fun!” Shouted another, her skin and hair completely pink.

“Hell yeah! Finally, we get to use our quirks as much as we want!” A boy with odd-looking elbows cheered.

“So this looks fun, huh?” Aizawa looked over the class, his brows furrowed in annoyance. “You have only three years here to become a hero. You think it’s gonna be all fun and games?” He smiled at them, a grin that could make even the gods shudder, eyes that shone a cold stone red.

“Idiots. Today you’ll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last I will deem as having none and will be expelled immediately.” The class broke into shouts of Protest before a glare shut them up real quick.

“As I said before, I run my class however I want and if you have a problem with that then you can leave now.”

“Hold on!” Uraraka bravely spoke up again, “You can’t send one of us home on the first day of school! That isn’t fair!”

It was now her turn to be glared at, enticing a shudder in response. “Oh? And you think natural disasters are? Or what about power-hungry villains? Catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No. The world is full of unfairness.

Venti could only nod and sneeze in response, he had lived for far to many years he knew just how unfair the world was, filled with tragedy, sorrow, loss and violence that seemed to be on loop causing destruction where it went and leaving death in its wake.

“It’s a hero's job to try and combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you’re going to have to push yourself more than you ever have before. For the next three years, U.A. will throw at you one terrible hardship after another. So go beyond,” Aizawa smirked, “plus ultra style.”

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The first test was the 50-meter dash, Venti swirled Anemo around his feet to lift him higher and waited for the sound that would signify the start of the race, he was against a blonde boy with a tail, who was using the momentum in his tail to gain speed, the sound of a bullet went of and both boys snapped into action Venti practically flew through the air surpassing Ojiro in the process, earning a respectable score of 3.89 , with tail boy coming in 2nd place with a slightly slower but still respectable score of 6.12

With that activity done he went and layed down underneath a tree, perhaps not as grand as the great tree of Monstadt statue of the 7 , but Beautiful all the same, he watched his new found classmates as they raced against one another noting how interesting and diverse their individual power sets were.

He saw Iida use the engines in his leg to speed through the test. A girl with frog-like abilities hopped closely behind him. Uraraka, the girl from the exam, touched her clothes to make herself lighter and the girl with pink hair slid her way across using some sort of acid. It was all fascinating, even more diverse than Teyvat and all its powers.

…

Strength was also something to behold, Venti wasn’t naturally strong, If anything physically he was on the weaker side, fortunately since use of his power was allowed, he channeled the wind and used air pressure to destroy the strength tester , he didn’t use that move often, not wanting to injure someone permanently but he guesses in this case it was fine, it was simply a machine after all.

The display did gain traction as others noticed and seemed impressed, but Bush Boy simply looked sad, Venti knew why he wasn’t using his power, as it was harmful to himself, but if he got expelled Venti would certainly throw hands.

…..

Side jumping was rather simple using the wind to propel himself side to side, slightly annoyed to see that Mineta excelled at it he really didn’t like him, Venti would think he had good taste in people and in all honesty there was nothing even slightly redeemable about that pile of trash, it reminded him of the arrogant travelers that harassed and flirted with the good woman of the church, for simple pleasure.

The other challenges went by in a blur, earning respectable scores in each especially the long jump and gymnastics.

On the other hand Ochako’s quirk was something to marvel at, Gravity manipulation was extremely strong, and reached scores of infinity was amazing. He could only imagine what Raiden would do with that kind of power he shuddered at the thought.

And then it was Midoriya’s turn, he was shaking like a leaf, or a man held at gunpoint.

He stood there clutching the ball silently, unsure of what to do, whispers of students could be heard from the crowd specifically Lida and Bakugo.

As the wind carried their words Venti scowled deeply at what he heard, especially Bakugo, he knew Midoriya had power and even if he didn’t that still couldn’t determine a persons worth some of the best people he knew didn’t have visions.

A determined expression seemed to take over Midoriya’s face, and Venti knew from how the air changed vibrations and the color of Bush Boys arm, that this would be the ideal time to step in, preparing himself though seemed to be unnecessary as thier hobo teacher seemed to notice Bush Boys self-harmful quirk, and stepped in flashing his eyes a crimson red and effectively making the whooshing wind turn sober.

That must be his power, nullification of a quirk quite impressive but he must be careful to avoid his gaze as it most likely wouldn’t work on him due to the different power scales if he were to use Anemo and Aizawa had his quirk turned on questioning would be necessary, and Venti didn’t really want to go through that.

The sad bouncing of a ball interrupted his thoughts, and the flashing red of a quirk as a floating scarf unraveled before his eyes. Whispers broke out about the Underground Hero: Eraserhead, well that explained why he was teaching at a hero school.

“Midoriya,” he calls, his tone cold and disapproving. “You don’t know how to regulate your power yet. If you keep this up and keep injuring yourself, do you think you’ll be a good hero? No. You’ll be a liability when you get injured because of our own quirk, and you would force your teammates to save you when all of you should be focusing on the battle and the safety of the civilians .”

and as much as Venti hated to hear it , he subsequently knew that it was true and it could be incredibly harmful to Bush Boy, if he couldn’t learn to regulate his power, he could harm himself and teammates in the process.

Midoriya took a deep breath, and his finger twitched once agian Venti felt the air change around him, and air pressure pumped in his ears he didn’t mind, seeing the ball fly high into the air and Midoriya grow in the process as only a singular finger snapped, no it wasn’t the best outcome but if Bush Boy could learn that fast he had potential. And it seemed he wasn’t the only one proud as he felt an aura around a person that felt oddly familiar just around the corner but he didn’t sense any malicious intent only pride?

“ 705.3 meters,” Aizawa announces, his tone more approving this time. And a horrifying smile etched across his face.

Unfortunately Venti did feel malicious intent coming from one of their classmates, Bakugo, who looked ready to attack Bush Boy, not really feeling like he wanted something to ruin Bush Boys happiness at a new skill, he restrained Bakugo with Anemo, trapping him in place, Bakugo then proceeded to yell obscenities at him and tell Izuku and I quote “ MOVE EXTRA, WHEN DID DEKU GET SO POWERFUL HOW DARE HE LOOK DOWN ON ME” Venti just rolled his eyes as Bakugo continued to yell.

This caught both the teachers and students attention, as his classmates slowly moved away from them and Midoriya’s smile dropped quickly into fearful eyes.

“Venti release him,I can deal with this myself, and Midoriya go see the nurse after class” Aizawa drawled out.

Both Venti and Midoriya nodded and backed away from the screaming blond.

…….

Finishing the remaining tests was easy but Venti kept his eyes on Bakugo the whole time, the aggressive personality, could be their downfall and he really hated arrogant people. Bakugo just scowled and continued to shout “ YOU STUPID TONE DEAF TWINK” that personally was pretty funny at least he had a sense of humor.

But for now all Bakugo could do was thrash and yell.

And by the end of the tests Aizawa gathered them over and pulled up a blue hologram that displayed the scores , and overall Venti was happy with his score of 3rd place, glancing over it all , he winced at where Bush boy was placed, the kid had so much potential and if the school kicked him out, then he didn’t think this was the right place for advice after all on how to get home.

“ by the way I was lying about the expulsion, I just wanted to test the limits to your quirks”Aizawa said deadpa, Venti smiled, he knew Aizawa wasn’t lying And had intentions of expulsion, seemed he made the right choice, good.

The class interrupted into surprise, and a young girl with a Black ponytail said elegantly “ it was obviously a ruse” Midoriya crumbled to the ground at that, and muttered things like how didn’t I see it earlier,I’m so dumb etc.

Venti simply picked him up from the ground and dragged him off to the locker room, the faster Bush Boy could get to the nurse the better. Both Venti and Midoriya changed fast ( one for different reasons) and left for the nurse.

Venti let Midoriya ramble on about all the quirks he saw, and just listened closely while adding his own observations once in a while.

……

Midoriya came out of the nurses office dazed and tired and slowly like in a trance explained happily about the side effects of Recovery girls quirk, Venti nodded and they walked down the hallway accompanied by the sound of mutual silence, they both enjoyed.

Making it out of UA, Venti discarded Midoriya with Blueberry boy and infinity girl.

“ your not coming Venti?” Bush Boy asked confused

“ my train is on the side of the city unfortunately, may the winds bless your travels, and see you tomorrow “ with that Venti walked off to his Warehouse, mentally and physically exhausted, he had not had this much excitement in so long and it wasn’t even a full day.

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NOTES : I think this was the longest chapter I’ve ever written, if there are spelling grammar or story errors I’m sorry I did this in like 3 hours cause I have an essay deadline due soon and school sucks, I was personally never was never a big fan of Bakugo and his personality due to my experience with bullies, lol sorry if it shows

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Venti sat on the hard train cushions head in the clouds, his mind could only go back to the events in U.A. just a couple of hours before hand, “guess he was really doing this huh”.

Glancing out of the window he watched as the scenery went by, his mind in a melodic trance, he currently lived in a poor part of Mufatsu so the commute to U.A. and back took over 2 hours even on such a fast form of transportation the only reasons he made it was because as a god, sleep wasn’t necessary so he just spent most of his night singing, designing his U.A. uniform, and taking small naps when he felt like it.

The sun was already dimming and a sunset that brought peace of mind reflected in his eyes. There was no one else around perhaps it was time for a song?

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts, when the smell of cigarette smoke and a burnt substance reached through the air and into his nose, a lanky man covered in burn scars and staples stepped onto the metro cart, Venti did not know what to make of the man, a variety of emotions and intents all clouded together, Revenge, violence, anger but also Sadness, hurt and emptiness.

People were not simple, and perhaps this was the walking example, burn scars don’t come from nowhere, how had the world failed someone so hard.

there was no ill intent directed towards him, therefore he should be safe, right? The man took the seat farthest away from him clutching his stomach avoiding even looking into Venti’s direction, Venti having no such attention to social cues stared at the now open wound burnt dude was clutching, it looked painful, his purpose for existing was helping , he could not be a good Archon to his people if he didn’t try to help this man clearly in pain.

“ are you ok” Venti asked curiously

“ Fuck off Brat , it’s none of your business “ Dabi responded, seething through his teeth out of pain.

Maybe Venti would have given up if he was anyone else, but the window to the soul was the eyes and all he saw reflected was a soul desperately searching for the help they had never received.

“ Yeah right, I’m helping whether you like it or not!“ Venti said resolutely, as he walked over and took a seat next to him “ there was no way he was giving up, no matter how broken down a person might be life was a thing of value and Venti was not going to sit back and watch this person bleed out on a train, he had seen one to many lives wasted “

“ Don’t touch me, little shit how would you even help” Dabi barked before going back to clutch at his wound with a pained expression.

Venti hummed and replied snarkily “ I have my ways, and don’t worry I don’t even have to touch you, Completely hands free!“ he said jabbing his finger upward , Venti indeed was no expert at healing, but he knew a few tricks.

Dabi still didn’t trust him, why would a kid randomly offer to help him? Every time someone even looked his way they would either wince or avoid him like a plague, but in all honesty maybe he should just go with it, what had he to lose, plus if he didn’t treat this knife wound soon, it was likely he would bleed out ending his life on the spot without a proper chance for revenge on that burning pile of trash called Endeavor. And through the haze of pain perhaps he made the stupidest decision yet.

“ Whatever Brat, but you better not touch me “ Dabi replied and then proceeded to light a burning blue fire with his hand and smirking “ or I won’t be the only one injured” perhaps it would have been scarier if Dabi didn’t immediately flinch from the pull of the wound caused by lifting his hand.

Venti nodded unaffected and reached out his hand, closed his eyes and focused on channeling the wind to the specific area around the wound.

Dabi watched in confusion as air circled around the wound and created a little bubble around it, the air bubble pressed into the wound and immediately stopped the bleeding “ What are you doing?” Dabi asked in a mix between confusion, suspicion and surprise.

Venti opened his eyes and slowly reached his hand down “ stopping the bleeding and any chances of infection, it won’t heal you but it stops your death .. for about a day” Venti replied happily perhaps too cheerful for the situation.

Dabi huffed a long suffering sigh “ whatever “ he had no energy to deal with this stupid fucking hyperactive teen right now.

Venti beamed “ how about a song, perhaps that will soothe your pain “

“ Hell no” Dabi replied in kind, if this stupid Brat started singing he might actually burn him into a inferno.

“ aw your no fun “ Venti snickered “ I promise it have a good voice, the best bard through out the 7 nations” Venti exclaimed making random hand motions to support his claim.

Yup this was it Dabi was 100 percent going to strangle this kid, what do they mean 7 nations, how dumb did they think he was. “ I am going to disintegrate you ” Dabi replied staring daggers into Venti’s eyes even though he could barely raise his arm without pulling at the fresh wound.

“ well what do you know this is my stop, see you Chicken skewer “ Venti replied sprinting out of the compartment into the warehouse district Metro station, hearing the faint sounds of the man grumbling about a “ stupid fucking brat”

what a concerning yet interesting experience, he wonders if he’ll ever see Chicken skewer man again, they sure look distinct.

Well that’s not important right now as long as they were safe, and if Venti could find his way back to his warehouse to get ready for the first full day of U.A. and get some food in his stomach he didn’t need not being a mortal, but that didn’t stop him from liking food.

Looking around the metro station he smiled to see the flickering lights of a place called McDonalds, walking over to the counter a dead eyed employee asked him what he wanted.

“ 3 packs of apple slices would be a fine snack” Venti replied joyfully

The cashier blinked went to the back and pulled out the food he requested “ here” they replied in a tone so dead to the world.

Venti reached for his coin pouch and very slowly counted out 300 yen. “ Thanks you good sir, let the winds guide you” Venti said handing the money to the cashier and skipping off to his warehouse to get ready for the next day of UA.

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If Dabi was out of character I’m sorry i don’t really know how to write him and if he was actively bleeding out he would naturally be more desperate for help idk tho so ya also if your Wondering how Dabi got the stab wound i was a alley fight cause that is most definitely something he would do. Sorry for updating for a while my final is coming up and it is gnawing at me

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Venti stood in front of UA with a smile adorning his features and a sort of confidence blazing in the eyes that could rival the greatest warriors ,if he could just get past the day and obtain more information on how to get back to his home then it would certainly be enough for him.

The prediction right now was if he could finish the goal for this world like progressing with ones story , there was a chance he would be teleported back. He had tried multiple times to teleport back himself each time landing himself in strange places, that certainly weren’t his home.
And as slim as that theory was, the breeze of fate directed him on this path and to that beach, there were reasons for what the wind did, he knew this all to well.

Bush Boy was currently standing right by him leading the way to their first period, Language with Present Mic, and as that name was mentioned a stream of mutters flowed chaotically out of Midoriya’s mouth, turning the surrounding air that was once stiff and cold into a warm as familiar feeling.

“ oh Hey Venti, I think it’s this building “ Midoriya stated with out even glancing back to determine Venti’s reaction “ he’s getting better at not stuttering” Venti noted to himself, A form of pride bubbling up in his chest, oh how we was reminded of Dvalin just first learning to fly.

The introduction this time was less frenzied, Ochako beamed and ran up to both Bush Boy and Venti, making conversation with a bright red Midoriya who just replied quietly, hiding his ears with hands that were newly scarred, and were those burn scars? (“concerning” Venti noted ) Lida greeted them to, really just mostly Midoriya throwing disapproving glances every once in a while at Venti, He of course just rolled his eyes at that seriously what was this guys problem, have he no freedom.

Venti made his way to the back of the classroom and sat down at his seat, simply observing the interactions between their classmates A blonde with a black lightning bolt was making conversation or at least trying to with a Girl that had extremely long ears, Boom Boom boy that looked like he could be Klees older brother and had the power for it too, was yelling at Bush Boy, he probably didn’t need that pencil case, whoops looks like the wind whisked it out the window.

“ CAN I GET A YEAAAAAAAAAH” a loud voice yelled from the doorway, wow the difference between some of the teachers was crazy, this man looked and acted like the opposite of Aizawa yet that familiar cat scent still lingered, thank Barbatos he was at the back of the classroom the scent barely reaching his nose, causing only a little sniffle to appear.

Most of the class didn’t respond and perhaps Venti would have, he simply knew the pain of an unenthusiastic audience, but at the moment he was holding back a sneeze.

Present Mic didn’t seemed fazed by this already used to it, “LITTLE LISTENERS, WHO CAN TELL ME WHICH ONE OF THESE SENTENCES IS WRONG” when no one responded he picked Venti “How about you Venti, the highest scorer on the literature segment, LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED”

“ 4th “ Venti responded, grammar rules were weird, but he had to much time not to study them.

“ THATS CORRECT GOOD JOB LITTLE LISTENER, NOW EVERYONE OPEN YOUR TEXTBOOKS TO PAGE ……. Venti drowned out the rest of the conversation, too focused on finishing a poem he started yesterday, their was nothing interesting to do the information wasn’t new, and as such their was no reason to pay attention.
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Fate does not knock—it carves its way, ]
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It whispers soft in winds that pass, ]
And draws its lines in brittle glass. ]
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The rest of the classes went by in a blur, math was completely erased from memory the only thing he payed attention in was history finding at all rather interesting and new. It taught him about the world he was in, and gave him the only book from the bunch he would probably ever read.

As time passed and so did classes his sleek brown book bag grew heavier and chunkier due to the extra books being added every once in a while, Venti simply not wanting to carry it just used the wind to hold it up earning a glare from a student that accidentally ran into it.

The bell rung signaling the end of Science and into Lunch. Venti wondered if they had apples, this was a rich school, so most likely.

“ Hey um Venti you coming “ Midoriya muttered, reaching out his hand, snapping Venti awake from his daze. Venti looked up and took said hand with a dazzling smile adorning his face.

Him and Midoriya’s rag tag little friend group, walked to the cafeteria together, gravity girl, stick up ass, bush boy, and a blunt frog girl. Together they found a spot in the lunch room.

“ Anyone want anything, I’m going to get some food “ Tsuyu said bluntly with Midoriya adding “ uh yeah um me to”

“ perhaps if you get me a apple I could reward thee with a song” Venti chimed in.
Tsuyu threw a thumbs up not even beginning to question the statement ,and walked off with a nervous Midoriya shuffling after her.

“ You and Midoriya kun seem close did you guys know each-other before U.A.” Ochako asked curiously, tilting her head sideways.
“ indeed Bush Boy helped me prepare for the Exam” Venti responded joyfully, with a wink

Lida seemed to go on some rant about good study habits or something like that, Venti wasn’t really listening despite humming and nodding to show a sense of interest in whatever the Abyss he was going off about, The tuning of the Lyre was somewhat more intriguing

“ we’re back, here’s you apple Venti-kun” said Tsuyu interrupting Lida and throwing the apple to Venti who caught it, brought it to his mouth a took a bite ( delicious he thought )

“ Ah no need for honorifics, just call me Venti the best bard in Monstadt” he announced cheerfully throwing his hands in the air “ Now didn’t I promise thee a song, it’s only right if I keep my word”

With that Venti whipped out his lyre, now fully tuned confusing the students around him, he was joking right.

He started to sing, for he sang of travels and dragonspine and tales not lost to gust of time.

With breath as wild as mountain snow—
A traveler born to chase the gust,
To trade my fears for wanderlust.

The peaks stood still, the wind moved free,
A dance of stone and energy.
It carved the paths I dared to take,
Each step a vow I wouldn't break.

Through valleys deep and cliffs that sighed,
The wind became my unseen guide.

The cafeteria fell silent, the lively chatter now ceased, the wind had carried his tune far and wide wind acting as misty guide for times not lost and lives now ceased, the windy breeze spread ease.

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“ wow that was Beautiful, are you full time musician” Ochako asked “ maybe this could help her raise money a performance could help advertise right?”

“ does this have something to do with your quirk, does the wind breeze affect you mental state can it cause silence what exactly is your quirk how does your quirk affect your singing does your quirk affect your singing perhaps sound waves carried by the wind can cause ……….” Midoriya was going on and on about quirk theory and the affect it may have the human brain.

“ Venti didn’t say anything eyes know transfixed with the juicy apple in his hand”

Time moved on and conversations picked up Venti adding his own opinions once in a while, he was much more content just to listen about mundane things, the subject of his song only getting picked up a few times more from passing students in the. Business class looking to advertise his music for themselves, Venti of course refused very time more intent on making music for fun and other people’s sake rather than signing with a random person.

The lunch bell rang and five eaten cores of apples lay on the table, The next class was heroics, oh Barbatos he just wanted to go home.

Taking his seat a familiar Aura presented itself, and a large buff man who had questionable facial proportions-came running through the door and yelling “I AM HERE ALL MIGHT, COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON ” his teeth were so bright they could be classified as blinding, the man’s Aura felt familiar was it the man spying on the class yesterday? That felt unimportant at the current moment because for the first time Venti could actually recognize who this was.

All Might, bush Boy had ranted to him about the symbol of peace for hours on end and told him about all the accomplishments, history, and costumes, though the symbol of peace was a rather stupid title if you ask him, Monstadt was definitely a lot more Peaceful than Japan, he could recall at least 6 villain attacks in the last 2 weeks, not the point.

Venti’s classmates on the other hand seemed rather enthralled by such a powerful figure shouting out admiration and praises. “ NOW GET ON YOUR
COSTUMES AND JOIN ME OUTSIDE” All Might hollered to the class pointing at a wall that revealed sleek grey suitcases with their seat number on each.

along with his other class mates he picked up his suitcase and made way to the locker rooms, Venti decided just to wear an outfit he was most favorable with, no one would recognize him as a god here anyways and if he ever needed to transform the change would go unnoticed . The Costume itself did not take the longest to put on, though with out the wings maybe a little out of place.

After finishing adjusting the arm straps/ gloves he walked out into the dazzling sunlight maybe the costume shine bright, drawing the attention of his Classmates.

“ Venti .. why are you wearing a bikini “

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NOTES : sorry for not updating for a while I’m on the last 2 weeks of school and I have so many tests and exams, it’s really overwhelming, once the last 2 weeks are over updates will became more frequent, sooo yeah also thank you so much for the support I was not actually expecting people to actually like this so tysm also we made it to 20 K YAAAAY anyway part 2 soon don’t expect a set time lol

THANKS FOR KUDOS ENJOY YOUR DAY ❤️❤️

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Firstly Venti didn’t know what in Barbatos a bikini was, and all he was wearing was his archon costume so it couldn’t too bad he sure wasn’t naked.

“Young man, are you sure this is want your want to wear, I don’t exactly think that’s appropriate for a minor” All might said, his regular booming voice having dimmed looking slightly uncomfortable and unsure.

“let me handle this” Aizawa droned from around the corner, he was observing the security footage of the very badly planned battle trails, he would need to step in if anything went wrong and considering it was All might who didn’t even have a teacher license yet the chances would be high.

until he saw this monstrosity of an outfit, it was Nemuri all over again. He had come to watch the battle trails to examine each students power set more independently and gauge each set of ability’s and what they would need help with and what they excelled in.

He had problems, with most of the girls outfits either being overly sexualized, too tight or adding heels which would only slow them down, Venti’s as far as he could see was the one that most highly needed to be addressed, it was practically just a piece of white cloth that if wet could cause a huge scandal and not only that but extremely impractical in battle trails adding absolutely no protection to the user and providing easy access to vital Areas and creeps.

He wasn’t sure how that even got approved along with his female classmates, Over sexualized hero outfits has become a staple and a personality for most female and in rare cases male pros, Nemuri along with a few other undergrounders that he knew had their reasons such as seduction to manipulate villains, how ever Shouta was not going to sit here and watch underage students get sexualized especially if from what he observed most looked uncomfortable and even seemed to wobbling in heels.

He looked over most of female hero’s student’s designs, and yet it was a issue every single year, the costumes were obviously altered, Yaoyorozu originally had a zipper for her chest and stomach, Urarakas design was much more loose and did not include heels, and Ashidos costume had more covering on the chest area.

Kirishima designed his own costume, but that needed to be changed too. Just because his quirk could protect him, that doesn’t mean he would be safe in a situation where quirks we’re disabled.

This was a issue he would definitely bring up with power loader, to create more age friendly suits, that could both be practical, look good and provide the student comfortability, he might even as a last resort call in Nemuri to help with the designs.

From his spot he clutched Venti in his capture weapon and reeled the boy in around the corner. “ The sexualization of minors is highly problematic, and will not be tolerated from this school, Venti I highly suggest you alter your outfit, into something more appropriate” this includes Yaoyorozu to but that was a problem that Shouta would have to address after the Battle trails seeing as she at least had armor padding in the waist area.

“ Oh come on, sure it a little bit loose, but that just makes it all the more comfortable” Venti whined obviously annoyed, why couldn’t he just be free he was literally the god of freedom, shouldn’t he be able to dress the way he wants.

Shouta just rolled his eyes “ Problem child, I understand your frustration but this is not something that can be debated, meet me after class and we can discuss changes later to make it more practical” God this kid was going to be the death of him.

Venti huffed and brushed past Shouta a barely audible “fine, but im choosing what to change” slipping past his lips. Shouta nodded and slipped back to the observation room, he just knew that these battle trails were a mistake, he would just watch from the sidelines for now.

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Venti was annoyed, but he should just move on as the winds always did going with the flow was just a part of a his very long life, on the other hand everyone’s costumes looked very fitting, much better than those horrendous uniforms that were oh so restrictive, Bush Boy we’ll his costume was something, but if that’s what he wanted to wear who was he to judge although he was definitely dragging Him to costume repairs with Aizawa.

Once All Might counted 20 heads in the group he started to explain what today’s “battle training” would entail. Teams were assigned, lots were drawn, and Venti shot Bush boy a bright smile once the announcement was made that they would be working together for battle trails, unfortunately Bush Boy seemed uneasy and kept shooting nervous glances at bakugo.

Something was off about their “ Rivalry” if you could even call it that, Venti prided himself in minding his own damn business, but their was something odd about those two he couldn’t shake, especially considering the Murderous Aura practically radiating of Bakugo. He would most likely have to keep an eye on him for the battle training.

“ So bush were working together right, sooo whats the plan” Venti asked shooting him finger guns and a wink.

“ ooh umm, we should split up and um judging by the floor plans this could be a good route and umm could you maybe… the muttering storm continues.

“ okay sounds good!, I’ll look through the windows and try to find the bomb, if your ever in trouble ( meaning Bakugo) just whisper Barbatos hear my prayer,..the wind will find its way” Venti whispered enthusiastically.

“ oh um okay, any reason why that specific wording not saying it’s bad it’s just you kno—” Midoriya uttered nervously.

“ let’s just say I’ll hear your voice more pronounced ,wind travels faster when it hears something she likes, … “ but in the meantime, let’s start getting ready the timers about to ring after all” Venti announced clearly not planning on expanding on what he meant.

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Bakugo was angry, really fucking angry, How dare that loser even attempt to get into UA, what was Dekus damn problem, he was just supposed to a stupid little pebble on his way to greatness, and now he was looking down on him, he will show him that he was always better and Deku was just a worthless little nerd standing in his way to be the number 1 one hero.

And this was his chance to show Deku that he was worthless, he’ll fucking obliterate him and then finally everyone will realize that he the best and nobody will ever look down on him again.

“ Bakugo we must form a plan to defeat the her—“ an annoying voice droned on from his side, what was this robos ass problem.

“ ZIP IT EXTRA, ILL DEAL WITH THIS MYSELF” Bakugo hollered and slammed the building door straight into lidas face.

The bell rung,announcing the start of the battle trails,finally he could finally deal with the stupid thorn in his side that had been annoying him since childhood.

He rubbed his hands together to generate more sweat and scoped out the surrounding area looking for Deku, the other blue haired freak didn’t matter he was just an annoying extra that could be dealt with later.

Apparently stealth wasn’t a thing in Bakugos power set, because he would constantly release little explosions and pops as well as stomp around the building.
Glancing around the rooms he saw a flash of green hair enter his vision, gotcha.

And in a blind rage Bakugo dashed for Midoriya at full speed. He would finally show this little bug who was better ,he pulled his hand back for a right hook, Bakugos favorite move, Also bakugos favorite move to use on midoriya.

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Due to the familiar fighting style Izuku easily predicted it and threw Bakugo over his shoulder with all the might he could muster, do this for All Might izuku thought to himself, yes he was terrified, but he had to be brave, mustering up all the courage he could, he went through with the move, leaving Bakugo breathless on the ground.

Izuku was scared, his heart pounded in his chest did he really just retaliate, he could do that, it felt good. izuku scurried back up knowing better than to leave himself defenseless , but by the time he was back up Kacchans palms were sparking, and he glared at him with a expression that promised nothing but pain, he knew it all to well.

“ DEKU DOESNT MEAN USELESS, IT MEANS YOU CAN DO IT” Midoriya announced with every bit of courage he could muster. Eyes widening with fear, he said that didn’t he,just realizing the implications of what that could mean and the craziest thing was is that he doesn’t regret it, maybe the provoking Kacchan part, but not the speaking his mind part!

“YOU BASTARD! YOU’VE BEEN LAUGHING BEHIND MY BACK FOR YEARS HAVEN’T YOU?!” Kacchan bellowed as he charged for him again. Explosions popping loudly in a destructive background noise, that brought back memories, of childhoods broken and torn apart by a society that prioritized power over anything else.

He swung with an explosion but Midoriya noticed just in time and could telegraph his movements before it could hit.

He ran through hallways swirling with each turn, Izuku just needed to find a safe area to recover stamina, his mind felt like it was going haywire, feet pounded after him he had to go before he was caught, but it was too late.

Bakugo had caught up launching a explosion as him, he ducked nearly getting his hear burnt of in the process, Venti was right about the safe word thing, their communication device was completely fried from the overwhelming heat, the after math of the explosion launched Midoriya through a wall, Bakugo kept screaming at him to get up and not wimp out, but before he could even began to form a plan to retaliate, bakugo launched up and attacked him from the back.

A searing pain erupted, burns were somewhat of a normal occurrence to him, but this felt different more out for blood. But midoriya had no time to think of the implications , as Bakugo launched himself up once again coming in for a right hook and spinning him straight into the floor. Knocking the air out of him just like he did with Kacchan.

Midoriya immediately picked himself up from the ground, and sprinted away from Bakugo he didn’t care how wimpy that made him seem, running away was his only chance to create distance and prepare for the next onslaught of attacks.

“ WHY WONT YOU USE YOUR QUIRK, AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!?!” Bakugo screamed furiously.
“ NO IM NOT UNDERESTIMATING YOU” izuku yelled back albeit more meekly.

Izuku watched as Kacchans left hand pulled a pin out of the grenade gauntlet. His heart sank, he was unfortunately right that pin wasn’t just for show. The world felt like it was moving in slow motion as the orange light engulfed his vision VENT- I mean Barbados hear my—-

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Bakugo was mad SO MAD, after throwing him to the ground he got up. did stupid Deku, really think he could just run away like that again, he took his right hook and swung Deku straight into the ground after releasing a explosion to the back, only to watch stupid fucking DEKU scurry of like the wimp he was.

He was so fucking done of Deku looking down on him, so he did the only thing he could think of, he pulled his damn pin. And as a hot orange light engulfed the room time felt like it was in slow motion, Bakugo felt no need to hold back aiming straight for Dekus face ,for the kill.. ignoring the shouts of All might telling him to stop too blinded by absolute rage. And now Deku was pleading to baba toes wtf did that mean—-

And then everything really did stop, the flames no longer ravaged towards Deku seemingly stopped by the air itself dispersing as like it was nothing
and Two piercing Viridian eyes glared at him, with all the intensity of a hurricane. Bakugo felt frozen in place wether by fear or just the intensity of that glare he couldn’t tell, it was like nothing ever felt before as if god itself was disappointed with him, no reasoning just a being with a stare that could rival everything he ever knew. Wind whisked past his cheeks and the white cloth glowed and flowed around his body making the being in front of him look more dangerously ethereal.

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Venti was mad SO MAD, he knew people, like bakugo arrogant, violent, and on rare occasions murderous, they were his least favorite kind of people to deal with, but also the ones that went down the fastest due to their own ignorance, he ignored the bloodlust at first at such a young age he knew people could still change, he had seen it before and perhaps this didn’t seem to be one of those cases.

Becuase the moment he heard those words uttered by Izuku he snapped he knew Midoriya would only call for help if it was entirely needed, and from what he observed from the fight with the breeze the wind was all knowing after all.

That for the first time in a while Venti teleported, air stopped, completely dispersing of the explosion and their Barbatos was floating over a mortal, giving him a glare he hadn’t used since the tyrant over 500 years ago.

“ Bakugo you are not worthy of such power if only used to hurt others and not save them, you will never be a hero” Venti stated as if a final declaration of one that could seal fate.

Venti knew better than to lose control on a child, but no one would try to kill his friends, his wings practically itched to be free wanting to let free of the Archons power, but who knew what could happen if he released his true power, it had been thousands of years, and yet his Gnosis still stayed deep within thy soul, giving that counterfeit to Signora seemed to work, and as much as he wanted to cut ties with celestia, if he ever gave over that Gnosis he could only imagine the war and destruction it would bring.

Shaping out of his rapidly occurring thoughts of the Tsarista he turned back to Bush Boy relived to see only minor injuries that could be healed,

“ watch this” Venti said then winked and proceeded to release a huge air blast completely destroying the ceiling and propelling both Midoriya and Venti into the air and straight onto the bomb.

Hands both touching the fake weapon at the time, with only seconds left to spare.

“ THE HERO TEAM WINS” hollered All might, leaving a stunned Bakugo, a exasperated Lida and two happy winners.

Both teams then made their way down to the observation area, greeted with the cheers of the classmates.

“ Venti you were so manly out their looking out for your teammate like that!!!” Kirishima shouted

“Hey Venti how did you get down their so fast the cameras totally blacked out, I couldn’t see I thing and then suddenly they turned on again and you were blasting a wind current?” Ochako asked confused.

Venti sighed with relief at that, he guesses the wind blast must of knocked out the cameras. That’s very convenient for his identity. And he preferred.to keep his ability’s secret, thankfully due to the smoke of Bakugos Blast he didn’t think either noticed he teleported.

They were bombarded with other shouts of support and encouragement, Bakugo didn’t say anything staying eerily quiet, quite unlike his usual hot tempered personality.
“ SO ANYONE WANT TO TELL ME WHO THE MVP IF THIS MATCH WAS” All Might shouted confidently, though the sweat marks on his shirt told a different story. Yaoyorozu Was about to go on a tangent before getting interrupted by a fuming Aizawa in the doorway.

“ All Might, Venti, and Bakugo come with me and Midoriya please visit Recovery girl for those burn wounds” Aizawa droned.

All 3 followed at their own pace, accompanied by the whispers of the class.

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NOTES: sorry I know it’s been a while BUT I FINISHED SCHOOL FOR THE YEAR!!!So it’s officially summer also this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written and i did it in one sitting and no Beta reader so if their is a lot of grammar or spelling mistakes my bad but yeah im officially going into redacted grade so Yay also yeah im pretty sure it was clear but I do not like bakugo lol. Also I got into crk in like the last 3 weeks I joined the cult 😭

ALSO THANK YOU SM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT LIKE 200 KUDOS I HAVE NO WORDS SO ONCE AGAIN TYSM ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR DAY.

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Aizawa was fuming, He already knew putting All Might in a teaching role was a bad decision the constant fumbling and stuttering during prep was enough to prove that point, he brought this up with Nezu on several different occasions, he was always brushed away with a flick of the paw, and a hero commission this commission that, needless to say, Aizawa knew this wouldn’t go well. All Might was inexperienced and got the idea for the battle trails from a comic made over 25 years ago, hell he even had flash cards.

And unfortunately he was right, from the start of the battle he saw the walking red flag that was his student Bakugo, refusing to cooperate, screaming death threats, and even attempting assault on another student, but he would not lie, Bakugo was practically a neon sign flashing potential, if his overly obvious volatile personality could be sorted out, there was no doubt, hundreds of lives could be saved from a quirk like that.

But perhaps he was a lost cause, what he observed in his fight with Midoriya was brutal, Audio was unfortunately cut off, but from everything as far as the camera could see it seemed those two had history, and most likely not a good one. Attacks from Bakugo were unforgiving , and could wind up giving Midoriya serious injuries if not avoided correctly , making it seem more like a fight to the death than a simple spar.

Only half way through the fight between Bakugo and Midoriya things got heated and Aizawa was already making his way to the student observation route and out to the battle training grounds, he righteously knew that when Midoriya started running and Bakugo threw an explosion at his head it would be the time to end this, Aizawa knew that Bakugo and Midoriya had history, perhaps he didn’t know how bad it was but everything in this fight felt personal to Midoriya’s childish nickname all the way to Bakugos attempted assault on the first day.

Why wasn’t All might stopping this already, the fight had gotten extremely Violent and an experienced Hero like All Might should know better than to let it play out,Checking back to the monitor on his phone, Aizawa was met with a smirking Bakugo, who had a hand that was slowly inching closer to the pin on his oversized gauntlet. not a good sign, especially when he pulled said pin.

“ FUCK Fuck shit damn it “ Aizawa exclaimed in a panic, the last thing he saw was a bright orange light that completely blinded the security cameras, that was really not a good sign, if Bakugo could take out heavy duty cameras like that with a single blow, a blow that was pointed directly at Midoriya… Fuck.

Aizawa just stood at the entrance to the observation room, as flashbacks of years long ago of where a certain cloud headed boy plagued his memory’s, for the love of god please don’t let this be another Oboro.

in the short time of where the security cameras went out, Aizawa slumped to the ground, glassy eyed and mouth open in an oh shape. only snapping out of the daze when the screen fizzled back into existence, and a only slightly harmed Midoriya showed, wide eyed and perhaps a little messy and burnt, but ok, Aizawa breathed out a large sigh of relief that could put professional athletes to shame, before focusing his now attentive eyes back on the screen,where a shaken Bakugo stood looking up at a glowing being, face once contorted in rage turned pale as eyes now burned with fear.

Wait, what? Taking a closer look Aizawa could make out a costume that could only be one person, Problem child, he seemed to be speaking, but no matter how hard he would try to lip read, the footage continued to be blurred, strangely only Venti seemed to have this effect on the camera, both Midoriya and Bakugo were extremely easy to make out.

Aizawa had many questions such as, How did Venti get there so fast?, why was the footage blurred?, what did he say to Bakugo to make him react that way?, but none of that seemed important at the moment.

Watching as Venti propelled both himself and Midoriya up and to the bomb with an extravagant show of quirk control and showmanship, Leaving a blank faced Bakugo and a surprised then exasperated Lida.

All of it felt like a badly written action comic, but he had no time for thoughts like that, because now Aizawa has the option to absolutely destroy All Might, Nezu probably wouldn’t like if he did if physically, but mental torture was always a option , not only was this extremely badly planned out, but he made no attempts to even stop a fight that rapidly became dangerous, it was All mights job as a teacher to keep his students safe and prepare them for the real line of Hero work, this means not almost crippling them at 16.

once making sure his targets were in the observation room, he swung the door open and a large boom echoed through the room, catching everyone’s attention.

“ All Might, Venti, and Bakugo come with me and Midoriya please visit Recovery girl for those burn wounds” Aizawa droned the calmest he could even when a inferno of rage pointed at All Might roared in his eyes.

All three followed as Aizawa twisted and turned down pristine hallways and on his way to the principal office.

There they were stopped by a humongous door that most definitely did not match the principles stature.

“ Come in” a cheery voice called from within, as the large door creaked upon, revealing a office, a large window accompanied by a desk that was most to big for a small fuzzy creature that sat within in it, a velvety couch stood at the corner of the room framed with elegant pillows and a table that had exactly 3 tea cups and one cup of dark coffee.

“ I’ve been expecting you, do you perchance like Chamomile tea“

“ Nezu, I’m going to have a… conversation with All Might in the other room, and Bakugo meet me after class today” With that declaration Aizawa took his leave, dragging a nervous All Might along with him.

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“Mr Bakugo I’m sure your well aware of your actions today, and due to your violent outburst and disregard for your classmates safety it will have consequences though I’m not your teacher, therefore I guarantee Aizawa will find a suitable punishment, you can leave my office at once you don’t seem to be in the shape to communicate adequately” Nezu said all to cheery for the situation, clapping his hands together.

Bakugo just let out a “tch” and exited the room in an all to calm way, unfitting for his original personality. Just what had happened in those few seconds where the camera cut off, and how exactly did Venti move so quickly.

“ now Mr frei—- “please call me Venti no need for honorifics”

“ well Mr Venti, perhaps you could tell me how you got to Mr Midoriya so fast” Nezu said bluntly getting straight to the point. Black Bleady eyes shined with intrigue,tearing apart and analyzing, Venti’s character.

Venti hesitated for a second “ so your really smart right” Venti asked completely deflecting the question, and changing the subject, like no question was even asked in the first place.

“ Yes I am the smartest creature in Japan, could you perhaps elaborate, on why this information is essential to this conversation” Nezu pressured in an attempt of getting more information on why this puzzle of a student needed that information.

“ Well you see I’m far from home, and since you’re so smart you can help right?” venti questioned quirking his head the side and twirling his braid along his finger.

Nezu contemplated for a second “ Perhaps, just how far?” Nezu asked gesturing for Venti to continue. eyes shining with curiosity.

Venti hesitated once again before answering

“ For I come from a different world one filled with gods and nations , for I am Venti the bard the best bard in all of Teyvat!!”

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NOTES> I’m like 99 percent sure I wrote Nezu wrong, it’s so hard writing characters that are smarter than you, also updates will probably only be once a week now sorry :[ also guess who’s parents are shipping them off to sleeep away camp so I have to interact with kids my age for 24 hours a week now that bridge near my house is lookin mighty tasty 😋

THANKS FOR KUDOS ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR DAY❤️❤️❤️

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Nedzu can safely say that was not what he was expecting, perhaps a mention of why he was holding back, not a declaration of being a dimension hopper , but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense, the gaps in his story, he wonders how Venti even managed to get into the U.A. database, he left out core detail’s in his ID including his parents contacts, Another piece of Evidence that he had skimmed over as a little thing now made a lot more sense, Venti’s German heritage, despite growing up in a place in Germany that didn’t even exist on the radar ( he brushed it off as a small village, Nedzu regrets that now) Venti both looked to be from Japan his clothes only representing differently and spook fluent Japanese, the lack of a German accent despite being a foreign exchange student was highly suspicious. This brings him back to the ID issue, Venti didn’t give his parents contact information on his application, This was most likely because they we’re in Venti’s original world, that or he didn’t have them,. judging from Venti’s original outfit which included very old German fashion could be a indication that in his world technology was less advanced, this could explain Venti’s fascination with technology old and new, and his strange reaction to everyday things such as phones, this brought him to his last point, the strange power set, that seemed to consist of varying abilities, he had described it has controlling the wind, but it seemed to be more then that, which was apparent in the slowed down footage of the battle trails, how could he move so fast, it just shouldn’t be humanly possible.

Nedzu had always believed in the the theory of alternative dimensions, oh how exciting he just had to find out more about Teyvat, and about gods and these nations, he wondered if the gods were real or just part of a religion, and how many nations there were, the possibilities were endless.

“ well this is an interesting development, perhaps you could elaborate” Nezu asked happily, paw reaching for a notepad and pen, eyes screaming for knowledge.

“ why of course my furry friend, let’s start with Monstadt, the Nation of freedom and my homeland” Venti declared playing his lyre, and pacing around the room happily, to build anticipation, a tactic he learned in his hundreds of years.

“ a land woven by the 7 archons, formed by howling winds and swirling shadows, each nation associated with a vision that grants power only accessible to mortals that have been blessed by the gods, Anemo, the power of wind my vision, Monstadt formed by freedom and our Archons will, Monstadt the city of freedom, wine, and wind!

Seven nations, seven Archons reign,
Each blessed by a god, with vision and name.

Nedzu eyes shined with intrigue, as he vigorously scribbled and made notes, “ interesting, 7 nations each governed by a god that grants power, are these gods just beings you worship as religion or physical deity’s leading their nation”

“ physical in all forms, most still actively lead their nation but Liyues and Monstadt and as of recently Fontaine’s Archons have stepped down from an active position, and prefer to remain helping and healing in the shadows”

“ and the 7 elements, each accompanied with a corresponding nation, may I ask other then Anemo what other elements their are” Nedzu chirped gesturing for Venti to continue playing.

“ why of course, Next comes Liyue city of contracts, with rock set in stone, Geo bathes from Rex Lapis lost light as thier soul was said to give flight” Venti sung in a soothing poem.

“ Ah so I presume Geo is the corresponding element and Rex Lapis is the deity, the way you phrased it can gods die in your world ?” Nedzu asked

“Right on both accounts, but don’t worry Rex Lapis isn’t actually dead he’s just.. retired I mean everyone needs a break once in a while especially after over 6000 years of work”

“ Next comes Inazuma, the Nation of Eternity and electro, a puppet leads its humble land but people are trapped in her hand, for a nation of constrain and clans, people rebelled against her plan, with war and battle and death and loss, a nation once controlled free from her sisters loss. Raiden the electro archon rules the land of Inazuma.

“ Ah, the paradox of stasis and growth. She wished to preserve, but in doing so, provoked evolution. Intriguing” Nedzu scribbled eyes blazing with newfound information , that was no doubt being tucked away to analyze. The possibility of these elements felt endless, and the Gods felt like humans suffering from loss more than all powerful beings, such an interesting world venti came from.

“Sumeru blooms where scholars dream,
Wisdom flows like a quiet stream. With Dendro’s grace, minds intertwine, Sumeru the city of knowledge, wet jungles and dry desserts envoke the land a god reborn from past mistakes albeit young but with grace.” Venti smiled feet no longer reaching the ground, Teyvat was such a magical place, sharing stories was always a joy to him.

“ A land of knowledge, I would no doubt receive a dendro vision”

Then we reach Fontaine, the stage of justice and spectacle! Their Hydro Archon loved drama and truth—but she learned that justice without compassion is just a performance. Sometimes, even gods drown in their own trials, Fontaine had a prophecy of suffering, for the former archon broke the rules, Celestia un compassionate as it is, cursed the land and its people, though the crisis was adverted with help it lays as an example for a uncontrollable power that lays in the heavens”

Maybe he thought Nedzu wouldn’t notice but he saw how Venti’s eyes turned glassy for a unnoticeable amount of time, but Nedzu was keener than most people he saw that look of flashback even if it was just for a second, Fontaine is the nation of justice and water but was cursed with tragedy after breaking the rules of Celestia
“ Venti judging by Fontaines prophecy, you implied that their are higher forces than the gods, is their truth behind that” Nedzu asked

“ Correct again, well Archons are powerful, their is always a higher force” Venti said eyes dimming with each word, before planting a unnatural smile right back on to his face to explain Natlan.

“Ah, but beyond that lies Natlan, wild and burning! The Pyro Archon dances with passion, war, and joy. It’s a land where life is a blaze—and people live fiercely, every heartbeat a declaration, Natlan the nation of war, where warriors sleep and lay lines lay array”

Nedzu has many questions on the safely of a nation of war and the possibility’s of what Ley Lines were but he tucked it away for later.

“And finally... Snezhnaya. Cold land of secrets, ruled by the Cryo Archon and her Fatui. They play a long game, you see. Diplomacy, deception, ambition. They take gnosises to rebel against the cruel fate, they create unimaginably, powerful warriors, some stronger then the gods themselves, Tsarista once filled with love now turned into a cold shell of her former self”

“Well Venti, your world is extremely interesting, but as I see it you’re looking for a way to get home, I can not make any promises but I will try my best, but that begs the question, has anything like this ever happened before” Nedzu asked in intrigue.

Venti paused before responding, “ oh Barbatoes, I’m a reverse descender”

“ please explain” Nedzu questioned, confusion gleaming in his black beady eyes.

And for the next 20 minutes Venti explained exactly what a Descender was in their world, where they came from and various stories of the traveler that filled in the gaps Venti left out in his explanation about the Nations.

“ well this is quite the predicament, so you have any ideas on how to get back to Teyvat” Nedzu asked, it had been a long time since he was so stumped,

“ welp your in luck, I think I have an idea, I think I need to finish the storyline, when I first came here I was informed to go to UA, so perhaps if I do my role in this world I will be sent home” Venti announced confidently, even if both he and Nedzu knew that flicker in his eyes was not from certainty, but alas what else could he do.

“ Interesting, it’s not for certain but it seems to be the best lead we have right now, although it could take longer than expected” Nedzu replied.

“ as much as I want to get back to Mondstadt, I know that Isaroth must not be rushed, the wind will protect Mondstadt in my absence”

Well that was cryptic Nedzu observed, there was something off about Venti, something he wasn’t telling, Venti could not just be some ordinary bard, becuase as good as a liar Venti was, probably one of the best he’s ever seen Nedzu was even better at figuring those lies out, he was like a puzzle and it was now going to be Nedzu job to put those pieces together and figure out what exactly Venti was purposely leaving out of those stories filled with fights gods nations, and a strange blonde traveler.

“ Now Mr Venti, there is something we must discuss” Nedzu voiced, calmly laying down the notepad and clapping his paws together.

“ now due to U.A. policy it is against the law to leave a 15 year old with out a guardian and a safe living environment, therefore you will be taken in by Aizawa for the time being, if you could give us the ACTUAL address to your place of residence I believe we can have it all sorted out”

“ if for my fate, I will succumb to this restriction, but only if you promise not to tell anyone about this particular conversation” “ and maybe throw in some apples” Venti remarked,a faint smirk gracing his features

“ Deal, now let’s go find Aizawa, the school day is already over, seems we got too absorbed in our conversation”

With that, Venti exited with a smiling Nezu on his shoulder.

………

Aizawa was fuming as he closed the door to the staff room, it was just him and druggy All Might, who had deflated the second he closed the door.

“ Toshinori, do you want to explain to me why exactly you let that mess of a battle trail go on, you the number one pro hero almost crippled a teenager, becuase your Dumbass doesn’t know how to control a teenage boy when he’s feeling angry” Aizawa seethed.

“I was watching closely, Eraserhead. I wouldn't let them get seriously hurt” All Might replied meekly.

“ and yet if it wasn’t for another’s students interference, Midoriya might be dead right now becuase of your ignorance, just becuase we’re preparing them for the real world is not an excuse to not stop a dangerous, practically life threatening exercise” Aizawa ranted, with the power of a thousand suns burning in his eyes.

All might didn’t respond at that, only now realizing what could have happened if it was not for Venti.

“ I see that now” All might passively, trying his very best to avoid eye contact.

“ well that’s not going to cut it, if this ever happens again, I swear actions will be taken, now here the ACTUAL exercise, I had planned for this evening, Ectoplasm will be accompanying you, now go” Aizawa fumed pointing to the door.

All Might wasted no time to leave with an annoyed Ectoplasm following behind him.

Aizawa was still fuming, deep breaths, but everyone was safe and that was what mattered and at the end of the day he could still return to his amazing husband
, Nezu and Venti still were taking their time talking, and after the day he just had he really felt like doing neither costume repairs or that punishment for Bakugo, the later would have to be done tomorrow, But Venti’s costume changes could not be done till after the USJ. All Aizawa could do was groan at that falling on to the staff couch.

Aizawa needed was a nice long rest, pulling out his grotesque, yellow sleeping bag he fell asleep on the staffs couch within a second.

…… time skip

“ Aizawa “ a horribly familiar voiced trilled from the entrance

He blinked open his eyes wearily to reveal his horribly right prediction, their standing on problem child’s shoulders, was a white rat he looked way to happy to mean anything good.

“ what do you want Ne—— “ you and your husband going to be Venti’s guardians”

…..

“wait, what”

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“Nedzu, when did I agree to this” Aizawa asked, now fully awake.

“Now, of course” Nedzu chirped right back voice saturated in a tone that could only mean one thing, Aizawa would have no play in this matter.
Shouta didn’t reply only letting out a loud groan, as he peeled himself of the couch, the similarities to a zombie were uncanny.

Venti stood to the side and quietly observed the interaction, he didn’t really know what to think, on one hand a secure supply of food and water would be nice, his savings were getting low at the moment, unable to find the motivation to do a show, but of course nothing in his life could be easy, he had no doubt Aizawa would set strict rules especially for immature and reckless teenager ( even if he was probably older than everyone in UA combined) he really hoped he would have some freedom, he also didn’t want to shackle Aizawa with the responsibility to take care of him, he was doing just fine taking care of himself for the last 2000 years thank you very much.

But change was inevitable, he just had to remember one thing don’t get attached.

…….

Aizawa was so done with Nezu, although he admits he would had most likely taken the kid in, it would be nice to know before hand, but no because that demon rat picked up on everything he was now stuck with a emotionally immature teenager, that in Nezus own words “lived in a creaking warehouse at ****-**** street “ because of course Nezu knew the exact coordinates of where venti lived despite a mere 4o minute conversation.

It seemed his suspicions were also confirmed, a homeless alcoholic teenager … great , Nezu had only told that Venti came from Germany about 3 weeks ago and that’s as long as he’s lived in these conditions, which didn’t seem right the rat was smart too smart, but where were his parents in all of this and where did they get the money to ship venti off , he considered human trafficking, and well unfortunately it could be plausible, he knows the rat wouldn’t leave something like that out, to help people he have to know what they need help with first, emotion immaturity was sometimes a excuse for trauma putting on a smile and locking away that trauma in a box tucked far away, but there were no physical signs, no scars Venti’s skin almost eerily so was smooth, perfect control of a quirk, confident and no signs of flinching either Venti was just that good at tucking away trauma or their was more to the story that Nezu was telling him , everything he considered always has a missing piece that just didn’t fit in, maybe sure Venti could just be a homeless teenager that somehow managed to to pay for a flight and pricy apples, but he could help the nagging feeling that Nezu was not telling him something.

As he watched Nezu leave the room with a smirk ( or the closest you could get to it for an animal face) etched on their face,he turned to face Venti who stood their deep in thought, calculating all the life decisions that led up to this point probably, he was too.

Noticing Aizawa’s stare Venti snapped out his daze and looked up “ follow me” Aizawa droned before taking a 90 degree turn and speed walking out of the staff room, not turning to see if he was following.

The Ua hallways somehow always clean despite the huge student standing, stood empty and winding, it was still midday and Aizawa had luckily planned hero training at the last period, leaving only Venti skipping out on that class, and Aizawa with little papers to grade.

Venti followed Aizawa out of UA the awkward silence only being interrupted by the light humming of Venti.

Finally through the frankly massive gates of UA, and through a indoor and private parking lot for only the staff, stood a janky car, it wasn’t so much the model( lexus) a or relative age of the car, it was how it looked, the paint was peeling off, part of the car was smashed in only slightly but incredibly noticeable, one door was off one of the two hinges, and scrapes and scratches littered the car.

“ please tell me that isn’t your car” Venti asked practically pleading.

Aizawa didn’t say anything but the silence sure did.

“ how badly does Ua pay, how does one do this “ Venti pleaded

“ it’s not me” Aizawa responded, unfortunately Present mic had this ever so annoying habit of driving cars straight into battle, or as he explained it a more efficient way to surprise the enemy, this was thier 3rd one this month.

“ Aizawa you will have drag me in thier with your cold dead hands, before I ever step foot in to that hunk of junk,”

Aizawa only cracked his knuckles “deal”

“Or the roof works” Venti pleaded hand clasping together.

Aizawa shuddered at the thought last time they strung someone to the roof with his staff members let’s just say thier was fire blood tears and a possible sightseeing in heaven.

Shooting Venti I look that said try it, he reluctantly agreed and climbed in the back seat, almost imminently rolling down the window or as he described it a escape plan from these mortal shackles that hold me down to the position of death and despair, or what ever the fuck that meant.

Almost immediately after he turns in the car, Hizashis American songs start blasting through the car at full volume, and just to add gasoline to the fire the song was of course, highway to hell.

Hizashi why, and of course the screen was frozen becuase life hates him,so now he can’t even change the damn song, and just to top it off, Hizashi chose his favorite playlist “ songs for beating up villains with my car and crashing it “ why was this his life.

Joyride by Kesha - break a neck by Ayesha - hurricane Katrina - NGSUNC by Ayesha - drinking and driving by black flag- I love it by Charliexcx etc

And unfortunately for both of them Venti knew English ( idk anime logic)

Aizawa contemplated giving up, Venti sung at full force in the backseat.

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As Aizawa approached the building, he noticed the glaring red flags, the location was bordering between the red lights district and a barely inhabitable street with a couple shady buildings, homeless people slept on benches, and syringes and cigarette buts littered the floor , the warehouse itself, well he could see why no one bothered problem child over it, the roof look caved in as it could fall at any moment, windows were smashed and the door was hanging on by a singular hinge, most of the building was shadowed by a wall covered in graffiti that most people wouldn’t spare a glance at. That at the moment was probably the only reason it hadn’t been demolished.

He could hear problem child wince “ I swear it didn’t look this bad when I found it” Venti tried to argue. Aizawa just let out a unconvincing noise, and parked the car under a withering tree, it most definitely wasn’t the ideal parking spot, but at the moment probably the safest.

Venti quickly hopped out of the death machine before bounding to the door, Aizawa noticing the eagerness to get into the warehouse before him was suspicious, narrowing his eyes he picked up venti by the scruff of his clothes with his capture weapon, leaving him dangling like a cat that got caught knocking over a vase, the pouting was not helping his case, if anything it was deepening it.

Simply flicking the door with his finger made the whole building shake and a large creaking noise emerge from the doorway, before the rickety door fell of entirely and landed on the floor.

Aizawa didn’t say anything for a while before raising his eyebrow at problem child, who shrugged, “ huh must be the wind”.

Letting out a sigh and turning his unimpressed stare away from Venti, he silently crept through the doorway of the warehouse, with a dangling Venti in tow, Aizawa made sure to be light on his feet just in case he fell through the cracking concrete or caused another mini earthquake within in the building.

Light illuminated from the doorway making it easier to see, a few LED were strung on the ceiling, an extremely beat up mini fridge stood in the corner powered by a generator that seemed to be on its last legs ( both were from a yard sale) the outside of the building was almost caked over with dust and dirt but the inside stood in stark contrast, the floor and walls was cleared of dust and painted with pretty white flowers exactly like the ones tied to Venti’s hat, the ceiling was painted with stars and 3 moons a crown adorning each one, a hammock was tied to the ceiling but Aizawa had no doubt that it was Venti’s quirk keeping him stable and not that Ranky dank ceiling, the floor was littered in various blankets, pillows and clothing items, a small table stood in the middle with suspiciously wine looking stains( he would have to check that out after) the place itself was extremely small for a warehouse about 500 sq feet but the ceiling stood high.

“ ah aren’t Cecilia’s just so beautiful Aizawa” Venti comments finally free from the scarf.

Aizawa nods in agreement “ just pick up what ever you need,we can put it in the guest room”

Venti salutes before going straight to the mini fridge, and piling a shit ton of apples into his book bag, but before he can secretly add the wine, Aizawa looms over him ominously “want to explain what your trying to stuff into your bag” Aizawa asks eyeing the Walmart wine like it just killed his cat.

“Uuuuh spring shopping” yeah okay that probably wasn’t the best thing he could come up with. Before Venti can blink Aizawa snatches all 3 wine bottles and flings them through the Broken window.

“ hey, what was that for” Venti whines like a petulant child, Aizawa glares at him before responding “ you know what that was for” Venti huffs in annoyance before walking over to get his paint supplies, they were on sale and to good of a deal to pass up.

Aizawa in the meantime was going to start rummaging through the fridge, only to see it was completely empty, did problem child really not eat and drink anything other than wine and apples, he was probably going to have to call hound dog for this.

What really caught his attention was the 4 water stains left by the wine bottles, but Venti only picked up three, “problem child is their something you want to tell me”

“Oh what ever could you mean” Venti responded nervously now having moved on to picking up the clothes and blankets. In a flash a long grey scarf wrapped around his bag and into Aizawa arms as he calmly pulled out another bottle of wine “ uh-huh anything else you want to tell me”

“Uuuh don’t look under my hat” so that hat was yanked pretty quick to reveal a badly taped flask to the top. Aizawa raised his eyebrow” you brought a flask to school?!” God Aizawa was so done.

“You never know when you might need it” Venti shrugged uncaring.

Aizawa rolled his eyes and threw both bottle and flask out the window “ you have issues, you know that right problem child”

“Mmm yeah”

The rest of the time in the warehouse was spent with both Aizawa and Venti working diligently to pack up the rest of the stuff, it wasn’t that much but ever since videos of a old timely twink singing tunes in the street went viral Venti was able to earn more money then he probably could have in Monstadt.

Aizawa only excused himself once to call his husband and explain the situation, Venti could choose to listen with the wind but decided against it, he did wonder who would even date that mess of a person, Aizawa most definitely did not seem the lovey Dovey type but he also didn’t seem the foster kid type so who was he to assume.

Once everything was packed, both shuffled into the car as that horrendous playlist starting blasting once again, the rest of the car ride back was spent in a peaceful silence as lyrics flowed through one ear and out the other, Venti sat calmly staring out the window as buildings passed by, it gave him the peace of mind to really think about his life at the current moment, crazy things had happened to him but getting adopted was something he never thought possible.

The winds still remained calm in Monstadt, it was the only thing at the moment keeping him from going insane, to be sleeping for 500 years was one thing, because he knew that if needed he could come back, being here was a different case no matter how hard he tried to teleport, it never worked.

At the very least he knew Dahlia could catch him up on the latest gossip when he came back, because he would come back, he would never leave his children alone with out the guidance of the winds for to long.

“We’re here” Aizawa said lazily as he peeled himself from the drivers seat.

Aizawa apartment was not what he was expecting when walking through the door, he expected a bland space grey walls, unkempt etc what he did not expect was just how homely it was photos of cats and special moments hung on the walls, a pink couch sat in the middle of the room, house plants sat on window sills, the walls were all shades of pink and a delicious smelling aroma wafted from the kitchen.

But most importantly of all and worst of all, was when he started sneezing rapidly, his eyes swelled up and hid nose became a cherry red.

“ hey Shou you brought the little listener, I just finished di—- omg are you ok!?” Yamada screeched from the kitchen doorway. Wow seems like Aizawa married Present Mic, damn opposites really do attract.

Aizawa remembering Venti’s allergic reaction, it finally clicked “ Zashi bring the allergy meds, I’ll take problem child out for some air’ Aizawa asserted quickly closing the door to the apartment, as Hizashi bounded over to the medicine cabinet.

“ are you feeling ok problem child” he said almost bored, but the hints of concern shown through.

“Yeah just allergies” Venti answered sniveling, waving his hand like he was trying to wave away the concern.

At that moment Yamada returned with a bottle of allergy meds “here little listener this will help, one should be enough”

Venti took the bottle with shaking hands, before carefully unscrewing the lid and popping one into his mouth.” Thanks” he mumbled out. would this really work he wondered.

“Happy to help little listener, Shou has bad allergies in the fall so we always have some on hand they last 48 hours and are made by the best, the perks of a U.A. salary” Yamada exclaimed making wild hand movements trying to back his claim.

“ is that right shou” Venti teased snark coming back full Blast, once his throat cleared.

Aizawa Just rolled his eyes in reply.

The allergy medicine takes 15 minutes to kick in, so in the meantime Yamada and Venti made small talk, swapping stories and funny moments, oh Venti had so much blackmail on Aizawa now, don’t get him wrong Venti could tell Aizawa was a good person, but Yamada made him seem as if he was the reincarnation of everything happy.

As time moved on and the timer was done, All three made their way back to the apartment, as soon as Venti entered he was ambushed by a fluffy creature, Tsuki one of the 3 of Aizawas cats and the nicest one from what Yamada had told him, now laying atop this head as if he was some cat jungle gym, of course his first instinct was to push the cat of, but he stopped himself, there was no sneezing, welling hives or even sniffling.

“Woah” Venti said in awe. He never thought he could or would willingly hold a cat, he loved animals it was such a shame there wasn’t something like this in Teyvat.

Aizawa covered his mouth with his scarf trying to not show the faint smile etched on his face, well Yamada boisterously laughed at the sight of Venti’s awed expression, it was allergy medicine not some miracle cure.

“Ok ok,Venti let me show you to your room, it’s just a guest room and nothing much, but we can customize it later, here let me carry your bags” Yamada said a bright smile still staining his face.

Venti smiled and agreed, but insisted he carry the bags himself of which he did not do, using the wind to carry them instead.

Yamada led up to the end of the hallway, and opened the door, the room itself was nothing special soft pink walls and a small mattress as well as a small wooden dresser, light streamed from the windows illuminating the room.

“Shou tells me you like to paint, and you know these walls are looking a little bland” Yamada whispered giving a little nudge to Venti “oh and dinners soon”. As Venti watched Hizashis retreating back he started to unpack, he put his uniform and bard clothes into the dresser, and changed into a comfortable hoodie and some sweat pants, he put the paint on top of the windowsill and Laid the apples on his bed-table, he strung the LED lights over the bed frame and put his lyre under the bsd,he slowly unwrapped his blankets and pillows, a full flask sat at the bottom of the bag he looked at it for a minute before placing it under his pillow and exiting the room.

The scent of food filled his nose once again and he made his way to the dining table, both men greeted him before all sitting down, Yamada had made Gyudon, something Venti had never tried before it strongly reminded him of Inazuman cuisine, and oh Barbatos was it good, it had been to long since he tried a home made meal.

The conversation flowed light and breezy between him and Yamada, embarrassing stories were shared and music taste was exchanged, Aizawa only adding small comments once in a while, it was nice Venti told of adventures with his friends even if they were heavily modified to keep up his appearance, and Yamada shared stories of him and Shouta in thier younger years.

Great now Aizawa was going to have to deal with two noisy people In the mornings.

Once the plates were cleaned and the seconds were dished, Venti was told to go get ready for bed, he headed to the bathroom but just winded up staring in the mirror as he lost track of time, two deep green eyes stared back at him, he looked away quickly, before he could do anything rash and quietly exited the bathroom.

and as dusk went down, and the inky black sky shined overheard, only then did Venti get into a real bed, something he may never get the joy of having again.

Aizawa was on patrol and Yamada was sleeping, but Venti lay awake staring out the window, the sky was free of Celestia something he thought he may never get the joy of seeing, the moon felt farther away than it ever had and the winds swept different the sounds of cars filled the silence and the stars were blocked out becuase of the heavy pollution accumulated over the years, that was something he would surely miss.

It was different, everything felt different now and it was kinda nice —— he stopped that thought rather quickly he knew better than to believe that this would last he knew better than to trust becuase trust only left him broken.

Remember one thing “don’t get attached”

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Diluc slumped down onto his bed as soon as his shift was over, fatigue laying heavy on his weary limbs. the day was just like any other breaking up some fights, work, protecting customers from much unsavory figures, cleaning glasses to help out Charles’s and of course his least favorite part of the day dealing with the bard who didn’t seem to know physical boundaries even if it punched him in the face.

Most of the time he would leave with out paying today was of course was no different, the only adjustment as far as he could tell was most of the time he would run off wave a quick good bye and rush out the door before Diluc got the chance to bombard him about his habit of not paying the bill, today how ever Venti seemed to simply disappear, there was no clinking of the bell heard when exiting, no overdramatic goodbye, and no proof that the bard ever lay on that barstool just earlier that night.

A sense of unease lay in his stomach, of course he didn’t actually care he had no reason or so he told himself it was likely Venti just had something to attend to so why did it feel like the air in his room just got a whole lot stuffier. He quickly averted his thoughts from the subject, as fatigue quickly came over his body like a tidal wave, he could worry about that tommorow, mondays were brutal.

…….

A beam of sun woke Diluc up, his mind still a haze as his body worked on autopilot to brush teeth and put on clothes, the house was hot and stuffy, the windows were wide open but no breeze blew through them, that was weird he thought glumly, Monstadt being the residence of the Anemo archon always had windy days some more some less it depended on the season, but seeing as the windbloom festival was approaching it would be just the right time for a windy sky and yet it was stale.

He adverted his gaze to the windows and back down to the huge Table that sat beckoning before him, layered with vegetables, fruits and Tea break pancakes with a side of wolfhook juice. He wished he could say he could smell it from here but once again there was no breeze to push the scent towards him.

And as always Diluc ate in solitude only the sounds of maids and butlers scurrying and birds chirping could be heard, just how he liked it, as always.

Seeing as supplies were running low, it was likely that he would have to make a pitstop at good hunter to pick up sugar and other materials.The walk was not far and Diluc prided himself at being semi athletic, he stepped out of the manor to be greeted with the sweltering sun overhead the humidity lay heavy on his back, birds stayed still on branches and trees lay complete still unlike the the usual swaying noises that accompanied him on his walk only the barely audible sounds of nature could be heard, no birds swam in the morning sky most unlike how they flocked together this time of year.

At this point the sun was starting to get to him, he lay under biggest tree in Monstadt at wind-rise to take right were the Archons statue was placed to take a sip of water but almost immediately something caught his attention the statue of Barbatos lay with out its usual blue gleam completely and utterly empty or devoid of life, all those warning signs he so tried disregard came back like a punch in the gut, Venti’s sudden disappearance, the sweltering sun the lack of wind the birds stillness and the statues void appearance, this was a problem he could no longer ignore, what had happened last night, to Venti could be more serious than thought previously.

There was was more thing he could try to make sure, he raised his gloved his hands to his lips and blew in the signature bird whistle, his pet did not come the other birds did not come the sky lay barren only accompanied by the burning sun and scarce clouds that were already dissipating.

Sighing he picked himself up and made way for the grandmasters office.

……

Dahlia assumed his day would be like any other, hopefully with the addition of Some juicy drama, Yesterday a nun had an affair with a adventurer the whole thing was such as scandal the details couldn’t even be released in the newspaper, and being the deacon of Barbatos had its perks not only was he informed directly but he could even choose the fit punishment to what their god would want, knowing Venti though he would must definitely not care.

It was even funny how strict the church was, despite Barbatos whole Schlick being freedom, especially considering they regarded Venti as an insignificant figure. Considering most followers were barred from drinking alcohol which he broke regardless and he knew many others who did to.

But back to the juicy nun affair it was only fair he ask god himself, which yes no matter how many times he reminded himself still felt weird to say. It was strange after all to worship your best friend regularly, even after the reveal of the century their relationship didn’t change much, drinking buddies, drama sharing, and best friends were still a constant in his life and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And back when he had taken the role of deacon, people were skeptical( rightfully so) so Venti decided to best way to earn their trust was simply a built in communication device and some Nicely placed miracles, by saying “oh Barbatos hear my prayer their minds became linked Venti could hear his thoughts and Dahlia could hear Venti’s.
He slowly gained trust in the church and community from loner to deacon, days became happier the light always seemed to shine brighter, and the day he got his hydro vision life only seemed more full.

The communication was as useful as it was confusing, today was different however, when calling upon his name for advice about the nun, there was no answer he had put of the issue because Venti was most likely drinking right now, if not black out drunk due to the issue being so late at night, but it was late morning and Venti’s hangovers only lasted an hour at most due to his literal godly immune system.

He tried again and again and still no answer, at this point Dahlia’s mind was a blank slate this had never happened before, his best friend, his god, his savior was missing, he had to be gone was no other reason that the wind stoped blowing the birds stop flying and the communication stopped working.

And for the first time in years since he met Venti felt truly and utterly lost.

……..

Jean woke up in daze, she slowly blinked her eyes open and looked around, paperwork stuck to her face and the ever so familiar smell of ink wafted to her nose, as she gained consciousness she realized that once again she fell asleep at her desk, sighing she stood up and started cleaning the drool from the corners of her mouth and tidying up the papers that were strewn across the room.

A quiet knock originated from the door, “come in” Jean called softly back, in walked Lisa holding a large stack of papers with a apologetic look painted on her face, Jean gestured to her desk where Lisa calmly placed the papers “ what’s all this” Jean asked

“well darling if you must stress your self out more it’s reports for just yesterday night and this morning, theirs been some strange occurrences to say the least”

“What do you mean by that” Jean inquired now fully alert.

“Look for yourself” Lisa answered gesturing to the stack.

As she flipped through the words his stomach filled with growing unease, strange weather, weird bird behavior, lack of wind, and so many gliding incidents in all one night more than she’s ever seen, but of all that the one thing that really caught her eye was a paper that simply read “disappearance of Venti the bard made by the deacon Dahlia and suddenly everything clicked into place.

She knew what had happened, Barbatos was gone as so was the wind that kept Monstadt safe, there was only so many things she could do in a day but the first thing should be easy enough.
“Lisa can you print out posters and get Keaya to report to the guards under his faction that gliding will be strictly prohibited for the time being”

Lisa could ask why but thought better of it when meeting the intensity of jeans eyes, it was not often Monstadt made new rules or even enforced them, but even she could tell just from going outside and taking a breath of fresh air that didn’t feel all that fresh, that it was serious, so on with it she would go anything to protect civilians safety.
“Anything for you, I’ll get right on it” Lisa said calmly, and quickly scurried out of the room to go tell Keaya.

Only seconds later Did Diluc rush into the office before Jean could even turn around” Venti’s gone” they shouted in unison and shared shared a look before nodding in agreement.

They walked out of the hall together into the main city, the streets were desolate due to the massive heat wave with only few people hanging around.

Jean slowly picked up dandelion and blew hard on it, but in a second all the seeds instantly plummeted to the ground, this was not good.

…..

Over the next 3 days of which Venti was gone the word of wind gliders was spread, bird feeders were hung up as a community project in trees for an easy source of food for birds, dandelion seeds were hand planted, a shipment of fans was transported from Fontaine to put in houses and water reserves were used scarcely, Jean was absolutely bombarded with paperwork keeping and keeping city calm during Dunkelflaute was no easy task.

Venti’s friends and drinking buddies were confused and scared with his absence he would often take trips that was true but not with out informing anyone first. Not even the gate guards had seen him no matter how much they prodded.

By the 3rd day, Monstadt was returning to its normal state though the massive heatwave was still a scare it was slowly getting colder as the seasons changed , even the church goers increased rapidly from every Sunday to every day, and Dahlia could only do so much to keep up with questions with out the gentle guiding and support of his best friend.

One thought from all Venti’s friends plagued thier mind or at least the ones who knew “I wonder what horrible things he going through right now”

FOR ANYONE WONDERING 1 week in MHA = 1 day in genshin

……

“Oh my Barbatos this is so good, how did you even make this” Venti asked eyes tearing up from how delicious and fluffy the pancakes he was biting into were right now. He felt like he was tasting clouds.

“It’s a family recipe” Yamada smiled back brilliantly clearly happy from the enthusiasm he never got in the mornings from his husband, even deliberately avoiding the strange wording.

Shouta said nothing and ate his pancakes in peace well chugging the entire coffee pitcher, he was most definitely not a morning person. The rest of the meal was eaten with the light banter of Yamada and Venti and the squeaking of plates against utensils.

It was mundane the topics were easy never venturing uncomfortably, never prodding or poking just simple things. It was nice.

Well it WAS nice until they dragged poor Venti into the car with Yamada behind the wheel blasting toons, at this point Venti had made serval escape attempts out the window, Shoutas scarf the damn thing stopped him everytime. Until the reached the huge building of UA only did Yamada finally let
Venti free from the forever prison.

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The Ua hallways were desolate, the morning sun shined through the large windows, lighting up the entire place in a warm yellow light, the only noise that could be heard was the squeaking of shoes between three people, one by fate, one by empathy and one by creeping in alleys following children.

The serene environment calmed the disgruntled Venti, how dare they throw him in that death trap with Yamada behind the wheel, at this rate he wouldn’t even make it to 2601, the taste of allergy medicine still lingered in the back of his throat, and his hair unbraided and in a fluffy mess, his uniform was haphazardly put on the coat was unbuttoned and slipping of his shoulder, leaving his white undershirt and corset underneath, his socks didn’t match, his hat was leaning to one side defying the laws of physics, the bow he wore was untied and hanging desperately onto his neck, his cape was slipping of and slowing untying with each step,all in all he as a mess.

Yamada and Shouta woke him up early, something he was not used to, technically he didn’t need sleep but it calmed his mind and body and put him in a better mood, so to say he did not enjoy being woken up, force fed (delicious) pancakes, and being rushed out the apartment like his life depended on it.

And now after all of that there wasn’t even anyone here, what was the point, let him go back, preferably without the death trap.

Stuck in a morning stupor, Venti didn’t even notice where they were going, until the staff room door was right infront of him, Aizawa opened the door and for a few seconds Ua got a whole lot louder, it was obvious that the room was probably sound proofed for privacy reasons.

Midnight and Snipe loudly chatted endlessly about students, Hound dog and Powerloader were in their own world each warning each other about students to look out for, Lunch rush was packing staff meals, if they didn’t bring their own like Aizawa and Yamada did, the banging of pots and pans was a noise that faded into the background, Ectoplasm and Cementoes were talking quietly about patrol and the amount of villain and hero property damage. Vlad king was the only quiet one silently glaring at Aizawa not even acknowledging Venti to busy with the stare down, and Y’all might was no where to be seen. same with Nezu and recovery girl but that was a surprise to no one.

As the door creaked open, all eyes tuned to the slightly smaller figure between the two, well besides Vlad he was to busy having a one sided staring contest with Aizawa but he got their eventually.

“Uuh shouta why is, wind kid here?” Midnight asked confused, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

“Reasons” Aizawa huffed annoyed, and walked off over to the coffee stand,it was obvious that he was not a morning person.

Yamda still sensing the confusion in the room expanded “See Venti over here came from Germany and is in need for a place to stay, so me and Shou are taking him in for a while” Yamada responded happily ending the conversation well not expanding on Venti’s prior living situation.

It was a short conversation for such a big thing, but all who knew the couple knew how they wanted a kid at some point, it was slightly surprising it was one of thier own students, usually kids that got into UA had a parent training them or supporting them with money or influence .

it was vague but no one in the room really felt like getting into the details so early in the morning, everyone resumed the norm but Venti could sense a energy change in the room conversations were hushed and he could feel the lingering glances at every movement.

Aizawa was chugging a coffee pitcher without a care in the world and Yamada was still as energetic as ever making conversation to anyone that was willing , it wasn’t long till everything resumed its normal flow, or till Venti got approached by Midnight.

“NEPHEW~~ she shouted across the room before bounding over to him escaping her conversations with snipe , I’m midnight as you obviously know, I mean duh but you can call me Auntie nemuri cutie pie, or the cool aun— before she could even finish her sentence she was being dragged away by a annoyed Aizawa. Venti couldn’t help but snicker, he had only gotten half of that for how she was speaking.

“Hey Yama”

“What’s up kid”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom to tidy up, see you in class!” Venti responded already reaching for the door, it was getting to the time of when classes started he had 15 minutes but UA was so big he was almost afraid to get lost.

Yamada smiled a million watt smile that could light up the abyss itself and shot him a thumbs up.

The hallways weren’t so deslote anymore a few kids wandered in the hallways, crisp uniforms slicked back hair and such a variety of quirks, skin colors, and feelings, mostly annoyed or disgruntled Venti couldn’t miss it.

Though looking outside he realized why there were less students than there should be, a huge crowd was surrounding the UA gate he wondered if that’s why Yamada took him so early or it was just becuase they were teachers, he was hoping it was the 1st one becuase he didn’t think he had it in him to wake up this early every day.

By the 5 minute mark he finally found a bathroom, it was extraordinary clean he could see his reflection in the bathroom tiles, over 30 bathroom stalls with what looked to be heated toilet and bidets ( he only knew what it was becuase of at quick glance at the the instructions and definitely nothing else totally )and 2o sinks with adjustable temperatures, bathrooms in Monstadt were so wildly different.

He braided his hair with the wind and adjusted his oufit, he didn’t dare look into the mirror for to long only a short glance before booking it out, the entire thing really didn’t take all that long but he took to long trying to figure out how a bidet work and winded up spraying himself multiple times.

Maybe he would be grossed out but he had no doubt that water was probably put through over 40 water filters by UA standards, he had to dry out his clothes and hair, with Anemo it didn’t take to long but it was still a annoying process, and it gained a few Stares from students on why this random kid was soaking wet in a bathroom drying out in clothes and hair with a invisible force, he could only offer a bashful smile in return.

By the end of the entire ordeal he had 2 minutes to make it to class, no one would notice if he just teleported their right? Nezu would notice becuase Nezu has eyes everywhere, flying would probably be the better bet.

As so he flew, Venti kept low to ground so to anyone else it just looked like he had a speed quirk or was clinically insane.

But it was for naught because he was late, Venti had gotten distracted well passing through the cafeteria by An apple sitting on the table, his little pause made him just a tad late, when he came into class everyone was already in their seats, Venti just waved and shuffled awkwardly to his seat, still clutching the apple, Aizawa looked exasperated but gave up on glaring at him and turned to the board.

He hoped people assumed he was late becuase of the crowd and not the apple he was stuffing his face with.

“What I miss” Venti whispered to Midoriya “uuh nothing much, just some crazy reporters and quirk advice from Aizawa sensei” Bush Boy responded meekly.

Venti nodded and winked at Aizawa cheekily when he noticed him glaring at them.

Aizawa looked away annoyed and continued talking to the class “today we will be picking class president, do what ever you want” the class broke out into exclamations of excitement and confusion on how Normal it was, and Aizawa slumpt over onto his desk blocking out the outside world or at least trying to.

Soon everyone was raising their hands, and shouting out explanations of why they should be class president, Venti remained silent he really did not want to be in a position of power, and he doesn’t think he ever would want to be, freedom was something he would always strive for by taking that role it would lose his freedom of being an average student and taking authority, I mean of course it wasn’t that serious but still.

Iida went on some rant about votes and democracy and Aizawa interrupted once , but Venti wasn’t really listening much more interested in eating his apple and reciting poems in his head, by the time it was time to vote, he rote down yaoyorozu with no hesitation, he thought about putting Bush Boy but considering his personality, he probably wouldn’t want to be class president.

….

When the votes were all counted out and decided, both yaoyorozu and Midoriya were tied at 3 votes, Bakugo was yelling Iida was going on some crash out of sorts about the integrity of the system? That was a little strange considering you could vote for your self.

The following tie was decided by a coin flip with Mido coming out on top even though he looked ready to pee his pants (respectfully).

But alas the day continued into lunch, and lida, Ochako, and Midoriya sat together, most confusing of all Venti was no where to be seen.

….

Venti was just wandering the hallways, his bag was full of a few snatched apples, and his hat hid a flask of which he obtained, he didn’t know where he was going, but the chaos of the lunchroom, warded him off.

Usually he would be overjoyed to play for so many people like he had done the 1st day, but there was a sense of unease that followed him like a spirit, he thought better of it and avoided such a crowded place, when he felt like this it was better to find peace in solitude.

Sometimes quiet was the biggest indulgence that Venti enjoyed.

he found himself at the indoor greenhouse not to far to the cafeteria, it was a place for people with plant quirks to practice and indulge themselves, but Venti found peace in the greenery, the place itself was a just a little bit larger than a classroom but the sun and greenery made it seem infinite.

the sole tree that lay in the middle of the room, made for a good seat he layed down on the the trunk and relaxed, Sun shown through the windows that were everywhere making it seem more glass than plaster and vines grew from walls with flowers blooming on them , the floor instead of being cement was a dirt and grass filled, fruit hung from plants, aquatic plants lay in the small man made lake, and hanging plants hung from the completely glass ceiling , he took out his lyre and a singular apple and prepared to play before a shrill alarm pierced through the peace and the sense of unease came back tenfold.

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Venti’s ears rung with the sound of alarms, what now, just when he thought today was going to be normal and calm and peaceful.

He elegantly jumped of the tree branch and brushed the dirt from his jorts . As he slowly exited the room, he was swarmed by a crowd of panicking students, some were yelling, some were crying, some were complaining about UA security, most were scared and confused.

Venti with his short stature was just another person in the crowd, his ears rung, he body felt crushed, he could feel everyone’s emotions all at once. But he refused to get overwhelmed. Pushing himself up with a wind current he quickly found the nearest door to escape from the rushing crowd, conveniently it was the staff room.

He was already on the ceiling by the time he had spotted the door, and flailing bodies and screaming didn’t lay directly in his path as of now, if he just stay here in the air and calm the crowd it should be fine after all he didn’t even know why the commotion.

He had no idea what was going on at the current moment, was it murder, an invasion, a war? Ok maybe not the last one…

Taking deep breaths he centered himself once again, only opening his eyes when recognizing a familiar person that lay in the sea of UA students.
He took a breath of air, whispered his main question “whats going on” and rolled the words up into a ball of wind, to breeze through bush boys ears , since it was unlikely yelling would do any good.

The stream of wind unfolded from a ball and into a simple breeze, it went towards its intended target, when reaching his ears, Midoriya looked around in vain trying to figure out where Venti’s voice was coming from, eventually giving up by the 9th time he turned his head a different direction, well besides up.

“Uhh I don’t really know, I-I think the press broke through the UA security” Bush boy whispered back softly folding his fingers in a way that almost looked painful before getting pushed down by a blond haired man with pincers for teeth only staying upright with Venti’s invisible hand.

He gave up on finding Venti’s location, and then was being whisked away by lida and Ochako, who already had a plan, so Venti might as well leave that to them.

Though he did add a calming breeze to the mouths of children who were especially panicking, so they wouldn’t hyperventilate too quick.

Ochako, Bush Boy and Mr stick up his ass, we’re already forming a plan, he saw no need to help with that, it wasn’t his job after all, he’s not even supposed to be here.

In a second a blue blurb whisked past his face.

He shoulders slumped, the situation was calming down, after Iida had launched himself towards the front, and started explaining the situation, the panicked air well still existing wasn’t as heavy as before.

Assuming the teachers had the press handled, he might as well go back to class, he was just about to start moving, before a rapid change in intent sparked his morbid curiosity, the air packed with fear and annoyance, had a outlier just near the staff room it was venomous, spiteful heck even dangerous, the change was so abrupt no wonder Venti noticed, it seemed to come out of thin air.

He knew that it wasn’t his job, But whether if it was his curious personality or simply the parental side of him, he unconsciously drifted towards the staff room That grew with aggression each passing step.

By the time he was infront of the door, children were dispersing heading off to class or to finish their lunch.

Aizawa and Yamada never gave him a key, but he memorized the design, so just like the holy lyre he would just make his own key.

He considered teleporting but the cameras would surly pick up on that and if their was truly someone malicious, it would be a problem to have a quirk that made no sense with his current one, that would have to be investigated, and he wasn’t one that appreciated scrutiny of the law.

The key lay finished in his hand only taking seconds, it was light blue and slightly glowing, though physical, it was extremely light almost like a feather.

He quietly turned it and peered inside, and almost immediately a badly taken care of hand came into his line of sight, heading straight for his face, his eyes widened like saucers and he quickly dodged his head to the side, leaving the hand mere inches from his face as it disintegrated the door frame almost immediately upon contact.

When he looked up he saw two burning red eyes that promised nothing but pain, shit he knew him, it was the teenager that threw a tempter tantrum in that rinky dink bar less than 2 weeks ago, and if he was here that means, Mist man was here too.

That would explain the adrupt change, teleportation becuase nothing could ever be easy,

He unfortunately had no time to look for Kurogiri, becuase his line of vision was once again obstructed by a hand that was flaking,dirty, and obviously unwashed, but this time Venti was prepared, he jumped back and the hand seemed to move in slow motion, of which it was and the air compressed and an audible snap was heard.

The man baby let out a ear piercing screech,and fell to his knees his head bobbed up twitching with anger, Venti locked eyes with him he all he saw in those red piercing voids was every intent to kill to hurt and torture,it almost made a shudder go through him”Celestia was worse a nagging voice reminded him in the back of his head”

but upon further inspection in those swirling pupils he saw a kid, who was hurt who witnessed murder beyond any other , who needed a savior and was awarded with a villain.

Rage on the surface, wild and bright, A fragile hurt lies, buried deep.
Silent sorrow, masked by flame,
A broken soul with no true name.
If only the wind could lift the veil,
And soothe the hurt their rage entails.

He crouched down slightly and reached out his hand he was probably being to straightforward but he had no time to jump around the issue of a child being misguided by the wind “Please let me help you, hurting people isn’t going to heal your pain only wors—“ he was cut of by the blue haired man’s uninjured hand reaching for his leg, he prepared himself for a force field but no contact came.

Looking up from where the Blue haired man was, he saw Kurogiri standing next to a furious… hmm actually what was his name?

“Shigaraki we have the information, we have no time to waste on a student” Kurogiri said elegantly, carefully avoiding the subject of Shigaraki’s broken arm in case of agitating him.

“Shut up!” Shigaraki shook violently, clutching his now broken arm. His body trembled from pain, but his rage burned just as hot. “I don’t need help from anyone. Especially not from some stupid npc like you”!

Kurogiri and Venti both sighed in unison.

“What you think your better than me I’ll show you stupid npc , im gonna kill all might at the—-“

“Tomura shigaraki that’s enough” Kurogiri said coldly holding up some papers and rustling them.

“You don’t tell me— Shigaraki was once again cut off as a swirling portal appeared and both left as quickly as they came.

Venti just stood their in silence, everything about that interaction was weird and so confusing, what where those papers? Who were those people? At the what? Everything felt surreal as questions and thoughts flooded his head.

He assumed Nezu had already knew what happened, if he wasn’t here maybe the intentions of those two would be less clear probably right? and he didn’t just make it worse, whatever he didn’t want to think about those dreadful eyes anymore,he was tired.

he whispered a simple thing into the wind “check the cams” and left the room head still spinning.

The hallways at this point were desolate, he had only caught it in the corner of his eye, but red and blue lights flashed near the front gate, and their in the middle of the commotion lay a half disintegrated gate being boarded up until fixed.

He tugged on his braids in annoyance and huffed a long suffering sigh, because of course this was now his problem, he had to protect children from a child that grew up to early, oh Celestia why must you do this.

You know what fuck class, he’s gonna go take a nap, he drowsily walked back to the greenhouse, adrenaline fading with each step still not noticing the slight burning of his cheek, once back on the trees branch took a long swig of his canteen, ragdodled and succumbed to his exhaustion fairly quickly.

…..

Tomura was going to kill that brat once he gets his arm fixed, he could already imagine it wrapping each individual finger around his neck seeing as blood poured and those stupid eyes that looked at him with not fear but fucking pity go blank and embrace the ever so sweet embrace of death.

It would be Beautiful just as gory and gruesome as the death that would befall all mig—“Sensei has called for you” Kurogiri said. Tomura snapped out his fantasies and sprung up, finally this pain in his arm would be healed, Sensei was unstoppable he would surely heal Tomura.

Kurogiri calmly stepped into the portal gesturing for Tomura to follow.

The room they stepped into was a large dirty warehouse filled with medical equipment strewn around , tanks with repulsive creatures lined the walls each different from the next, used scaples and surgical gear lay next to a 15ft surgery bed of which had strange stains, despite being dark and dirty the actual set up was very futuristic.

But despite all the eccentricity Tomura didn’t even blink, he was used to the sight and smell of the place after all.

“Tomura come see the latest nomu” a spine chilling voiced called from the corner, it was a man without a face who had to many wires to count attached to his body.

“Yes sensei” Tomura responded happily, tomorrow was the big day after all the fall of All Might and the start of a revolution, a new era, his era he had the quirk the lackeys the power and of course senseis help nothing could stop him not even the symbol of peace or that insufferable brat.

Sensei lifted his hand as Tomura got closer, the hand was bigger than his face and had one black hole per finger, Tomura shivered at the touch, but made sure not to scream or cry as his arm with painfully rebuilt, every piece of flesh and bone he could feel being put back together, his skin shifted from inside of him, he legs gave out but sensei kept him standing up, because Sensei would never leave him he couldn’t he just couldn’t.

The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into hours, by the end Tomura was a panting mess or blood from his lip and unshed tears that he tried so hard to not to release.

“Now Kurogiri I presume you have the USJ information” Kurogiri just nodded noncommittally almost like a ragdoll.

“Tomura do not disappointment me” he said as if it was nothing, but that was everything for Tomura, he couldn’t fail this.

Sensei left and Tomura was left on trembling legs and staring face to face with a monster, a dead eyed abomination with no psyche and a master that was everything controlled everything, he could relate a voice in the back of his mind whispered but he ignored it in spite of himself and smiled a smile that stretched the dry skin around his lips till it was peeling a smile that fit unnaturally on his face a smile that could make a child cry.

…..

Yamada and Aizawa were worried, the kid hadn’t made it to either of their classes and by the end of school, Nezu had sent a scarily vague message about Venti in the greenhouse, by the time they had made it their Zashi had gotten himself all worked up about how someone from the press murdered Venti and buried him in the greenhouse dirt, Aizawa had to repeatedly tell him that no if Venti died Nezu would tell them (hopefully)( most likely)

When the glass door opened they were greeted with the sight of Venti laying dangerously on a tree branch, Shouta rubbed his eyes in exhaustion,before using his capture weapon to secure Venti and reel him in, he woke up with a start and glared at Shouta.

“5 more minutes?” He asked drowsily rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“No, we’re going home” a groan could be heard at the end of the scarf.

“Shooo~ he needs to take his allergy meds, so stop holding him like a mangy stray would you” Zashi trying and failing to be serious.

Zashi unscrewed the bottle, and popped one into Venti’s mouth, as Venti unsuccessfully tried to shoo him away, but Zashi just laughed at him the whole time, well almost the whole time until he noticed a fresh scratch mark on Venti’s left cheek.

“hey little listener how’d you get this scratch” Voice high with concern already pulling out his custom Eraserhead bandaids and disinfectant just in case.

Venti now a little bit more awake put his hand up to feel a 3 inch scratch on his face ,oh shit on the adrenaline he must not have noticed Shigaraki had got a hit in even albeit a tiny one, but he couldn’t tell Yamada that.

“Oh I think some kid just scratched me in all the commotion you know how it is” Venti said sheepishly, waving his hands like trying to shoo away the concern. Yamada accepted the answer wholeheartedly of which he felt a little bit bad for but on the way back to Aizawas house he could practically feel Shoutas eyes burning into his cheek like trying to unravel a mystery.

But alas the world went on dinner was made, jokes were shared, embarrassing stories and teasing filled the warm dining room.

Maybe he should have told Yamada and Shouta what happened but he didn’t want to worry them what good would that do he was already burdening them with his presence of late , and he had no doubt Nezu was taking precautions for the warning that came today. In these moments he could only hope fate would not lead him astray, and the winds he so cherished could keep Monstadt safe.

Venti to Shigaraki “ I can fix him”

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Nezu had taken all the proper precautions for the USJ, wether the incident in the staff room was a just a false alarm or not he knew one thing, a potentially dangerous figure could not be ignored. Especially one that mentioned a higher power.

the permission slips for the USJ had already been submitted, and he could not let such a valuable experience go to waste, therefore he summoned a quick staff meeting.

…
Cries of opposition, from the staff were immediate, more specifically a quite outraged Aizawa who’s voice was certainly the loudest in a matter.

He boldly refused to take his class to the USJ under dangerous circumstances, even going so far to stand up and slam his hands on the table a grand gesture of anger especially from someone as stoic as Aizawa.

he listed out all the potential threats that would come with such, even if nothing was proved yet, just another reminder of why Nezu had picked Aizawa as a teacher.

We’ll have multiple pro heroes stationed throughout the facility, and the staff will be on full alert. The students won’t be alone for even a moment.” Nezu tried to assure” but alas Aizawa kept firm, as the other staff members watched in silence as the scene played out in front of them.

“Aizawa the parents were already notified of the trip it would be unnecessary to cancel so last minute just for a suspicious figure and singular missing schedule, perhaps in even the circumstance of danger which is unlikely with Ua’s top notch security, they will learn something, a fake situation can’t teach and regardless maybe were learn more about the villains that seem to be stealing criminals right of the streets of Mufatsu, and this apparent higher power called sensei”

There was not a moment before Aizawa rebutted again almost immediately. “And what happens when they get through the security then what!?, we just leave my students in danger to fend for themselves” Aizawa practically snarled, fury burning in his eyes hands clenched in his scarf.

“Teachers will be stationed throughout the building, escape routes will be provided and security will be amped up, if something does happen to slip through it will be a chance for students to see the true horrors of hero work, we can’t keep them protected once they leave the school, do you know how many hero students die once they step on to the field?, the staff shuffled awkwardly they themselves had the number etched into their minds, losing students themselves.

“..187 on average per year” Nezu continued “that number increases each year, the more we shelter our students the weaker this generation gets, and the more the villains will gain power, is that what you want Aizawa to shield students from reality, only to get blasted with it, so quickly they can’t recover, you and me both know that’s not what you want” Nezu already knew he won from the way Aizawa looked away.

Aizawa just like everyone else in this room had lost students to that very thing, the entire reason Aizawa was even employed was because he refused to turn away from the reality of hero work, he drilled it into every one of his students heads the nitty gritty details of what truly happened behind the edited screens of heroism.

“So what we just traumatize them with a dangerous even life threatening situation and call it learning, ” Aizawa retaliated, Nezu had to bit back a sigh sometimes he forgot just how stubborn Aizawa was, especially when it came to the safety of his students.

“Aizawa no students will be harmed (he hoped he could keep that promise) they will keep out of the line of fire at all times everyone in this room will make sure of that, it will only show them what is expected of a hero and how to safely deal with villains from the sideline, perhaps it would even enlighten them of hero work beyond the safety of a screen” in all honesty he was more interested in this sensei figure, he had insider information on the big boss of the under ground who seemed to come back in the form of a unknown organization he wondered if it was this one.

“And you can promise me that you’ll keep the students safe, if that missing schedule truly ment something” his eyes burned with daring intent, but uncertainty lay beneath the surface.

“I’ll try my best” that truly was all Nezu could respond with, he couldn’t promise anything, that was up to fate.

Tension lay so thick in the silence you could cut it with a better knife

“That’s not enough Nezu” Aizawa said between his teeth,” but I don’t have a choice do I”

Nezu said nothing in return and the silence prevailed once again, which was just as good as, no Aizawa This matter is not and was never up to you, indeed Nezu would always win.

Aizawa shoulders slumped, and he walked slowly out of the room, hands in pockets and head down, a snarl etched across his face.

“Meeting dismissed” Nezu announced before walking in the opposite direction out of the room.

Everyone else got up with mixed emotions, and prepared their hero costumes for the USJ.

……

Aizawa and Yamada had left Venti alone when they had gone to the emergency meeting about their field trip, leaving him to roam the U.A. hallways once again, his thoughts had flickered through Monstadt to his friends to the field trip blending together in once big conjoined daze.

The hallways were desolate and the clouds covered the sun, it was a gloomy but not disheartening atmosphere, he wondered how Monstadt was doing, were winds still breezy,was the sun still shining ,did Dahlia have Drama, did Zhongli sense his absence, was Xaoi Happier was the traveler safe, was Klee causing tro—

A steady finger landed on his shoulder snapping him out of his daze, Venti startled violently before relaxing instantly once he saw it was just Shoji, who stared at him with something akin to sheepishness. He was already on edge from the day prior, you know for being a god, he would definitely have to devolp better situational awareness.

“Oh uh hey Shoji what’s up”Venti asked awkwardly, cheeks flushed with shame and hand rubbing the back of his head.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you it’s just — he cut himself of mid-sentence pointing to a open window just big enough Venti could walk through,”you were kinda zoning out didn’t want you to hurt yourself. His voice was deep, scratchy and slightly muffled from his mask, like he hadn’t talked in a while, now that he thinks about it did Shoji even talk at all the first day.

Venti looked around only to realize he was in a complete different section of the school then 5 minutes prior,”well shit”

Shoji just raised a unimpressed eyebrow, but his eyes crinkled in just the way he could see the faint smirk from beyond the mask”it’s early, and you don’t strike me as a Iida kind of person”

“Yeah yeah, it’s not exactly my decision” Venti shrugged.

He turned back to Shoji eyes sweeping across his form, he noted the scars across the face and arms, the way he snapped his jaw before saying anything, the way his fingers rubbed anxiously between his palms forming little red crescents, the eyes that had seen all to much, the way his body tensed before much too quickly.

He didn’t just want to just leave Shoji like this a child who obviously was to trained to reach out for help(hypocrite the wind whispered but he ignored it)

So he grabbed his hand calmly and led him to what has got to be the most relaxing spot in U.A.

They made for an odd pair a hulking firgure with 4 arms staring at the small hand like something unknown and a femboy who was half his size but radiated enough confidence for both of them.
…

Shoji wondered what that meant but didn’t exactly care enough to ask, Venti had already started walking again, but slowly turned around and grabbed one of Shojis many hands, the hand now placed near his wrist was soft and oddly comforting, he couldn’t tell if it was Venti’s gloves that were just silky or some external force.

He didn’t enjoy being touched, but somehow this felt different, it was a warmth he couldn’t understand, like music notes radiating through his skull, it wasn’t like how the villagers beat him down, or the harsh touches of the cold, or the hot burning of the sun against his back, when he had no where to go.

He stopped trying to analyze it before Venti was pulling him along with a smile across his face,and a comforting tune played from his lips, the tune soon turned into the words as they made there way to a indoor green house.

“Sorry if that was abrupt” Venti giggled lifting Shoji up with his wind and onto the branch. Shoji gave a dismissive nod, he didn’t think anyone had ever been fearless enough to touch him, even the kids in 1-A still seemed wary around him he knew he looked scary, and didn’t say much.

He honestly couldn’t blame them, they didn’t mean anything bad hell they were nicer than most people he met. Venti didn’t even seem even notice how Shoji looked he couldn’t help but ask why. Maybe he would regret it but bottling up his emotions would only go so far.

“Why aren’t you scared of me” his eyes dropped downwards afraid of the response he would get after all the world was not kind to people who looked like Shoji

But he couldn’t explain it Venti’s presence felt warm in a way, not one of a teenager, but one of a old man who had seen to much, sure Venti was childish but here in this moment Venti seemed a thousand years wiser.

“Why would I be, you haven’t done anything wrong not that I know of” Venti shrugged, god if only everyone thought that way

”I don’t think I could ever judge anyone by their physical appearance, I don’t see the things the same way people do, to me everyone is like a ball of light, I can only see the corruptions in that light intentions, ideals that’s what shows up first, don’t get me wrong I can still see your hair and eye color your face shape and on, but it’s not what I choose to focus on”

Shoji blinked once, before a laugh boiled up in his throat, which quickly turned into a fit of laughter that hurt his stomach, Venti just stared before laughing too.

“God your quirk so weird”, before shoving Venti softly, once recovering from his fit of laughter. Maybe it came from shock or happiness he wouldn’t know.

“Don’t worry all gods powers are weird”Venti smirked back slamming his fist into his chest, and winking.

“What does that even mean” Shoji snarked back hesitance long gone, “Don’t worry about, what you should worry about is this sick riff ima bout to play”

Venti pulled out a old looking instrument from who knows where, and started playing it, unlike the soft melody he played yesterday or the peaceful hum, he fingers strummed hard and fast across the cords as he told fables of dragons gods and corruption, of a fiery spirit named Vanessa, and the fall of a dictator and the rise of a falcon free in the skies.

Once the tale ended Venti stood up took bows to his one man audience and the plants, he must have forgotten that they were on a branch because he soon face planted straight into the ground, Shoji tried to muffle his laughs he really did. But alas it seemed to best him.

Once Venti had cleared the dirt from his face he froze.

“Waiiiitt Shoji ..what time is it..” they both froze and looked at each other slowly”we have a minute and 39 seconds”

This time it was Shojis turn to grab Venti, he threw him over his shoulder like a pack of potato’s, as they raced to the UA classroom, the bell rung just as they made it to the classroom.
…

“is this going to become a regular occurrence” a familiar voice drawled, he looked even more annoyed then ever, eyebrows scrunched and body tense.

“Uuh probably not”Venti joyfully replied from Shojis shoulder.

Aizawa rubbed a hand over his face,”just go get changed brats”

….

The bus was a mess of talking,teasing and overall chaos, Iida tried to assign seats but Venti just walked right past him and found his seat pulling Shoji and Midoriya along with him, everyone followed his lead, and Iida tried and failed to maintain order, it was quite funny really.

Once everyone was settled Asui spoke up “Venti I’ve been meaning to ask what exactly is your power” great now everyone’s eyes zoomed in on him.

“My quirk simply put is the breeze in the air, I don’t own it doesn’t own me, my existence is just an aid to the freedom that floats through the sky, the little things people take for granted .” Venti sang eyes drifting towards the sky.

….

“That’s so manly dude” Kirishima spoke up.

Most people just looked at him weird, or gave small thumbs up, well besides Bakugo.

“Shut your dramatic ass up, you half assed twink-er bell, emphasis on the fucking twink”(Bakugo)

“I just know your urchin ass can not be talking, you combust everytime you see the the color green, you glorified deep fried meatball ” (venti)

“Ladies Ladies, there’s enough to go around no need to fight” Kaminari interjected, before getting absolutely slammed by Bakugos fist.

Iida tried his best to calm the situation down but it ultimately backfired.

“Shut the fuck up you clanker, tinskin, wireback, bots and bults. bolt munchers rust bucket circuitscum oil, guzzling, gear grinding, dark web ChatGPT, twisted wire head, off brand Alexa, microchigger, Shocky, Cogger, Bleep, Clink, Chromies, Waferhead, Chippy, Zap monkey, Flicke Copper blood, Grease cricket, Zippers, Cligger, Cog sniffer, Rust bucket, Spare parts, Byte huffer, Circuit lover, Creaker, Code skull, Off switch, Reboots, Sprin neck, Mags, Low volt, Spark donkey, Gear chucker” Bakugo seethed

“ NO you shut the fuck up Bakugo,Listen here you toe-eyed cabbage, i wasnt born into this world so your fat ass could choke out low level insults at me. I hope you stub your toe in the dark and have to crawl around your bedroom at 3:47am in horrific pain after going to the kitchen for a midnight snack of cheese and crackers, you absolute mommy issues 5000” Venti snarked back.

laughter exploded from the bus but before Bakugo could launch at him, Aizawa held him back by his collar like a mangy cat and announced they were here and announced they were here.

So this was it, the moment of truth.

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Sorry for no update life been kinda hectic but I recently started a new fanfic where shadows reach the sun it’s bsd, Sskk going to America so there’s that ig I’ll try to get a update out but for now just enjoy these art, there not very good but I tried :P

Venti in U.A. oufit 

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little doodle in math cause

Doodle in history this time 

this was part of a bigger project but obviously venti is more important 

This one is older than ten previous about when I first started this fic so it’s not as good

tysm for everyone who’s read this fic it means the world to me, I’ll try to get a chapter out soon if life calms down a little bit 

THANK YOU for kudos and comments it means to much ilysm pookies ❤️❤️❤️❤️