Illusion

The Beginning

Chapter 1

Mayflower; Meaning: Welcome


"Come on Seiko, let's not be late."

"We won't be, Etso."

"If you keep strolling through the halls we might be." She rolled her eyes, picking up her pace.

The two twins walked through the halls, making their way to class '1-A'.


The room buzzes with excitement, each student ready for what was to come; some outgoing students very willing to introduce themselves to everybody and ask for the names of others.

The room quiets when the door creaks open once again, revealing two new classmates to meet.

One of them was a girl, long silver hair caught in a messy bun on the back of her head, bangs hanging out on the sides. She had a bit of a blue tint in her hair, and her eyes were the same color, an icy blue, like the sky, but somehow colder, the sky on a cold winter day. She had a smaller stature, but she still had a good amount of muscle, and her posture was perfectly straight

The other was a boy with an opposing color scheme. He had messy red hair, pointing upwards and curling on the ends, with a grey tint, and red eyes to follow. He was taller than his sister - by a good few centimeters -and overall more broad, more muscle.

The boy hesitates in the door, and the girl behind practically shoves him into the room. He smiles as he enters, waving shyly, looking back at the girl before continuing in an walking up to where the group was.

"Hey, I'm Akaria Seiko. Nice to meet you." He holds out a hand for Iida to shake, which Iida does in an instant.

"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Iida Tenya, Welcome to class 1-A." He pauses to smile, before turning his attention to the girl. "This is your sister, I presume?"

Before Seiko could answer he was met by another voice.

"I'm his twin, Etso." She doesn't put her hand out to shake; instead, she crosses her arms over her chest.

Seiko introduces himself to many others, and the discussion continues happily. Seiko and his twin, Etso, fit well into the group, although Etso isn't showing much interest, sitting down in a chair and making the occasional comment.

Then the door slides open, revealing a man dressed in black, what looks like a yellow winter jacket in his arms.

"I'm Mr. Aizawa, and I'll be your homeroom teacher. Get your gym clothes on, and head to the PE grounds." His voice was monotone, and his slouching posture made it clear he isn't interested.

The class follows him down to the locker rooms, and the guys and girls chat with their groups respectively.

In the girl's room, the girls rush to change, so they can introduce themselves to each other.

A girl with pink skin took charge, speaking once they all finished changing. "Alright, so let's introduce ourselves, Just say your name." She smiles brightly, "I'll go first!"

"I'm Mina Ashido, you can all call me Mina!"

"I'll go! I'm Toru Hagakure, but you can all call me Toru!"

"I'm Ochako Uraraka, but you can call me Ochako."

"My name is Asui Tsuyu, but call me Tsu. Ribbit!"

"Uh, I guess I'll go. I'm Kyoka Jiro, I like music."

"I'm ah.." She stumbles a bit on her words, "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu, but you can call me Momo."

"I'm Ochako Uraraka, you can all call me Ochako, and I like helping people. "

There was silence for a moment.

"I'm Etso Akaria, and I think we should go."

She immediately turns away, and they assume she isn't in the mood, for whatever unfathomable reason, its the first day of classes at U- freaking - A!

The girls look to one another, making an unspoken goal between them to somehow get along with Etso, but they follow behind her, silently, anyways.

Meanwhile, the boys in their room had done something similar, speaking and introducing themselves, getting a read on the others in the room.

Once all the students find themselves outside, Aizawa began to explain.

"We'll be doing a quirk apprehension test." He explains bluntly, not seeming to really care, his arm only tightening on the yellow thing on his arm, the thing looks like a huge winter jacket, or maybe a sleeping bag, "Since you all were prohibited to use your quirks in the past years, we are asking you to use your quirks now, and to their fullest extent. The first test is long throw."


I rubbed my calloused fingers across the scar on my palm, from my index finger across to my wrist. I quickly put my hands behind my back, old habits die hard, my hair tickling my hands. I had no idea my hair had gotten so long. I took a breath. I had to be calm, and clear my mind or he'd give me another fracture.

'Come in, Etso'

I keep my steps silent. He hates useless noise.

I walk into the cold room. My stomach drops. I almost smirk from the feeling. If I show him anything he'll hurt me.

I feel striking pain race up my back and burn my temples. A warning.

I inhale sharply.

"Wrong."

Then everything falls apart.


I watch as someone with an arrogant expression and blond, spiky hair step and snatch the ball from Aizawa. I feel my lips twitch into a frown. I could tell at that moment that he was going to have a challenging personality to deal with.

I let my frown fade and turned my face into one that showed no expression, going on my facial-autopilot, but my mind still runs like a running river.

The boy proceeds to arch his arm back, ready to throw. Then his arm moves quickly forward and he throws, but his arm literally explodes forwards, bringing the ball to incredible heights.

The boy smugly smirks as he watches the ball fly out of sight, and it took a lot of energy to refrain from rolling my eyes at him.

The students around me yell, some proclaiming that it was going to be fun, smiles gracing their features.

I keep quiet, watching Aizawa for his reaction. He only frowns. But a look in his eyes sparks my thoughts, and all the sudden it hit me. This is the hero; Eraserhead. His eyes are bloodshot, and he was wearing all black, and unless he was Bloodshot Eyes- the Emo Hero, he was Eraserhead. Eraserheads quirk allows him to cancel out people's quirks with a look, but he can't blink. Of course, he'd have bloodshot eyes. And Eraserhead was known as being a teacher at UA, and he was wearing black, signature clue for a stealth hero.

"Oh yeah!" I hear a yell that I manage to decipher from the crowd

"Well then," Aizawa's voice cut in. "The person who scores the lowest is to be expelled."

The students froze in shocked silence. I only frowned. That's what they get.

Classmates one by one step up to the plate, some throwing it normally, their quirks not able to help them when they threw.

Seiko steps up. He kindly takes the ball from Aizawa, and with a small 'thank you', he walks up to the line. He put one foot back behind him, and I know it's for brace. He moves his arm back and swings. It ends up 4.5 meters shy of making the same distance as Bakugou. He had thrown it a bit too high to make a longer distance.

Seiko moves to stand back to normal, and noticing that his foot had dug into the dirt, he moves his foot and straightens out the dirt before patting it down with his shoes.

The class chatters, someone asking him what his quirk was. He must've heard because he smiles at the person before speaking, "It's a strength quirk, pretty generic, I guess, but my quirk allows me to use my muscles 50 to 100 times their normal capacity. There's a lot of science involved, but that's the basic explanation"

He walks back into the crowd, and I push my way forward, taking this as my chance to take my turn.

I step up to the line, taking the ball from Aizawa without a word.

I then feel the world around me slow down and come into sharp focus. I see everyone's chests move slowly out or in as if they were taking a very, very prolonged breath. I hear a bird slowly caw. I saw a bug slowly fly down towards my right hand. I caught it and smashed it, wiping my fingers on my pants.

I toss the ball into my right hand, knowing that my right hand was better for throwing.

I deactivate my quirk, even after only using it for about a half-second.

I roll my shoulder and reactivate my quirk, and move my arm forward, and throw. It was so fast it was a blur, even in my slow-vision.

It went three meters shy from Bakugou's throw.

I send a playful smile to my smirking brother.

I heard someone ask about my quirk.

"Super speed," I say bluntly before walking back to my spot in the crowd, not feeling like explaining my quirk at the moment.

The rest of the students go, and we move on to the next challenge. I win the speed race out of the class, the fastest time in the class, followed by Iida, but I guess that would be expected.

The tests end. I was forth. Momo had received first. The angry, to the point where it was starting to get annoying, kid Bakugou was Second, then the boy dubbed 'half-and-half' by Mr. Explodo, Shoto Todoroki, was Third, followed by me at forth.

Aizawa reveals that he wasn't expelling any students in the end, the terrified green haired boy sighs in relief. I'm surprised he didn't figure it out, he seemed pretty smart.

I sigh and follow the crowd as it shuffles back inside and heads to the locker rooms.


Thanks so much for reading the first chapter of Illusion! I can't wait to share what I've got planned with this entire story, along with some crossover events from the story Shadows Into Light: By Malva Atropa, so if you haven't read that, I highly recommend it. (Of course, it is not required to read for understanding, but it can give some in-depth clues and world building. There is future foreshadowing in each story for the other story, so you can get clues for what happens in Illusion in Shadows Into Light and vice versa. Kurono and other characters will be making appearances here too!)

This story might not seem like much now, but there's so much more to come.

There is a lot more than it seems, all under the surface...


Next time,

Amaryllis

(If you want to get a sneak peek for the next chapter, the flowers have meanings, which you can search up 'plant symbolism' to find, it's on Wikipedia)