Imagine a world where 95% of all people are born with some kind of supernatural ability called a Quirk. In our world the onset of quirks sent the world into chaos. Amid that chaos a line of work that we always used to dream about became a reality. Superheroes. Many people walked the path of the hero for myriad reasons. Money, Fame, and Justice just to name a few. The same motivations gave rise to another line of work; Villains.
This fanfiction is mostly going to revolve around an OC class 1-A, set 40 years after Izuku Midoriya would have graduated from UA High and went on to become the #1 Hero. Worry not, Fans of the series all your favorites still exist. Who knows, maybe this class will even meet them at some point!
A loud chime woke Jason from his slumber. He blinked repeatedly in a vain attempt to focus. His bones creaked in protest as he stretched as much as his confines would let him. Looking up through through blurry eyes he saw a bright light starting back at him. Words slowly came into focus. Please fasten your safety belts. Oh right. The plane. It must be landing. Sleepy hands fumbled with the buckle. A click. Jason relaxed again. He looked past his neighbor and out the window. A shiver ran through his body. A nervous smile cracked his face. He was here. The sea of Japan. Just outside his window.
The plane touched down in Kansai Airport. Jason remembered this. Bodies filed one by one out of the plane. Jason clutched the straps of his backpack, and peeked over the shoulders of the men and women in front of him. How much longer did he need to wait? He bit his lip. There was a few things he needed to do, his counselor told him. "Register your quirk at City Hall. Submit your Visa information while you're there."He mimicked the mousy man in his mind. "Then submit your application to U.A. High school." The line shifted again. Jason felt the concrete below his feet. It was like coming home. He felt trapped in that giant metal monstrosity. Necessary evils though.
The customs agents were one of them read of his features as if he didn't already know them by heart. They shoved lights in his eyes to make sure they were really Hazel. They checked for wigs. They checked his shoes to make sure he wasn't altering his height. After that embarassment Monotonous voices poured over Jason near constantly. It must have nearly two hours after his plane had landed. It was over now. This was the first step. The rest of his life hinged on the few pieces of paper sitting in his backpack. Sneakers squeaked softly on the well polished floor. Following the crowd seemed like the most logical next step. He caught a glimmer of the ocean through a window pane. He stopped. He placed a hand on the glass. The waters of Osaka Bay shined in the early morning light. It was still hard to believe he was here. His dream was so close. Just across that water. He shivered. Would he be good enough after all this time? He needed this. That needed to be enough. With one last glance at the shining Waters Jason turned back to the airport. His knuckles popped. He would be enough.
Jason stepped out of the train. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the morning sun. He had space around him as people went about their day. He adjusted his backpack and grabbed his suitcase. First stop was city hall. It wasn't long before he was on the city streets. Jason was struck by just how many people there were. It was the ocean, deep and impenetrable. He walked down the stairs. Now which way is city hall? He thought. He looked around. Not right next to the train station. That would have been too easy.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He rifled through his pockets. I know I grabbed one, where is it? He felt the brush of paper on his fingers in the upper pocket of his unbuttoned button up shirt. He pulled out the folded piece of paper. The kanji wasn't super familiar, but he was sure it was a map of the prefecture. He set his luggage down and opened the map. There was a lot of unfamiliar kanji. A lot. There was a specific set he was looking for.
There they are. Train station and city hall. It wasn't that far after all. He looked down the street. Traffic enveloped him immediately as he started to move. The first thing that struck him was his height. He towered over women and many men, even as a younger man. The press of people might have been beautiful if he weren't right in the center of it. The mass of people suddenly stopped. Jason looked up. A street light already. After crossing the mass of people thinned out. Jason finally had room to breathe. He heaved a sigh. He knew cities were like this. It was just too much though. He looked all around him at all the near pristine buildings. Even with so many people around the city was something else. He clamped down on a scream. Whether it was joy or fear, he couldn't tell right now. He looked down at the map. Two streets over, then a right. He took the mantra to heart and repeated it faithfully. It seemed pretty straightforward. He looked ahead.
He looked down at the map after taking the right turn. This didn't seem right. The buildings were getting more run down the further he walked. His hackles rose. Definitely something wrong here. He slid his hands into his pockets. He had barely noticed. There were almost no people around anymore. Even so he could hear footsteps almost right behind him. Don't turn around. Turn again at the next block. Circle back around to the train station. A chill ran through him. He was walking right towards a stationary man facing him. The man put his arms out to prevent Jason from walking farther.
He spoke Japanese, too fast for Jason to understand. He picked out a few words though. Friend and street. The context was obvious. Jason stopped in front of him. So did his pursuer. Two of them. Not good. The man in front of him was the textbook definition of a thug. He looked down the 'street' the man was motioning towards. It was the gap between two run down buildings. Maybe it let out on the other side. It was too dark to tell. He pulled his hands out of his pockets. "I have no money" he said slowly in Japanese. Two voices laughed in unison. They spoke to each other. Too fast still, but he was able to pick out at least one word. America. So they figured it out. The one behind him put a hand on Jason's shoulder. He ducked out of the way. He turned to face them both, fists in front of him. An awkward boxer who had never set foot in a ring
The other one was a lanky, skinny thing. His nose looked broken. Arms too long for his height and disheveled mismatched clothing. Even so, Jason could see he was as tall as the lanky one, and taller than the thug. He had that advantage at least. They might not be afraid to use their quirks though. The customs agent had been very thorough explaining that particular law. If he used his quirk to fight these guys he might win. Then he might never become a hero. That left two options: Fight them without his quirk, or try to make a break for it. Time seemed slow. He had to decide fast. The thug was reaching out. His eyes darted around. No time to think. Jason ducked out of his grasp, bringing his fist down low. The man stepped to the side, avoiding a blow that never came. Jason pivoted as soon as Thug moved. He started running. Further into the bad side of town. Two pairs of feet behind him. Already in pursuit.
Not even thinking he turned to the left. They were getting closer. This wouldn't work for long. His eyes scanned the street. Nothing he could use as a weapon. Not without his quirk at least. They were getting louder and louder. Closer and closer. CRUNCH. CRUNCH. He skidded to a stop. Someone else now? His eyes darted around. He brought his hands up again, ready to lash out in whatever way he could. A loud voice spoke in Japanese. It was slowly spoken, but he didn't recognize most of the words. He did catch "safe" and turned towards the speaker. The flashy costume gave him away instantly as one of Japan's 'Pro heros'. Jason didn't recognize him, but that wasn't surprising. The only Japanese hero Jason knew was the Number 1 hero, Deku.
"I. Am. American." Jason said slowly, a phrase he had practiced a lot.
Understanding and confusion somehow migled on the man's face. "Do you speak Japanese?"
Jason nodded, "A small amount." The hero was speaking slowly now for his benefit.
"I pshpsh call pshpsh Police. You stay pshpsh"
He pulled a phone out from somewhere on his costume. He spoke quickly into it while Jason got his first chance to really take in the scene. He looked like an office supply store. Staplers on the arms. Paper clips holding a visor in place. Scaled armor made from post it notes. He looked past the man and saw his would be assailants. They were pinned to the ground by two oversized staples. They struggled against them in vain. Jason waited with the hero. Soon he heard police sirens. Within just a few minutes two squad cars pulled up. Men emerged and moved to further restrain the delinquents. One officer moved towards Jason and the hero. He was a tall man wearing a suit as opposed to the uniforms of the other officers. "Thank you, Stapler, Pshpsh work pshpsh" he said in Japanese.
He turned to Jason and spoke in English "Do you mind if I ask you exactly what happened?" It shouldn't have been surprising that there were members of the police force who spoke English. There were customs workers who had spoken english after all. Even so, Jason was taken by surprise.
"No… No, It's alright."
Jason briefly explained everything that had lead him up to his encounter with Lanky and Thug. Perhaps in too much detail. Jason had a habit of rambling. The officer took a few notes. When Jason was finished, the other man put his notebook away. "Thank you very much. You said you were going to city hall, correct? Allow me to offer you transportation as an apology for this bad first experience in our country." the man offered along with a bow.
Jason reflexively bowed back. "You don't have to apologize but I would be grateful if you could."
He paused for a moment, "and could you thank that hero for me, as well?"
The officer looked over. The hero was pulling the staples free while policemen swarmed Thug and Lanky. "Absolutely."
He made his way over to the costumed man. A few exchanged words. A finger pointed at Jason. The hero looked his way. Jason bowed to him. The man raised his hand and in slow Japanese he said "You are Welcome!"
Jason sat in a squad car. The same cop was behind the wheel. He glanced sidelong at Jason. "So, you wish to attend UA high school? You must have much confidence in your quirk. Do you mind if I ask what it is?"
Jason had been pretty far off. They had already been driving a while. He blinked. Had the cop said something? He looked at the driver. Quirk? Oh right. "My quirk is Earth Manipulation. I can control different kinds of earth and stone." He said.
"That sounds quite strong. Maybe I will be seeing you at the sport's festival later in the year."
The rest of the drive was mostly silent. Jason watched people on the sidewalk. There's so many people. What am I even getting myself into here? He bit down on his lip. There was no room for thoughts like that. "We're here."
The words, more so than the stopping of the car shook Jason back into reality. Jason thanked the officer. He stepped out of the police car and gazed up at the building. He adjusted the straps on his backpack and started walking forward. The building loomed over him, a pressure he could barely stand. The rest of his life depended on these next few months. Am I good enough though? There's only one way to find out.