Known Differences -SYOC CLOSED-

by KnuckledustingQUEEN

After a year of events, class 1-A had been promoted, becoming class 2-A, opening the door for a next class of Heroes to take the spots in class 1-A with Recommendations from the top students of 2-A. With new faces and new Quirk and villains on the rise, can the new class of 1-A live up to the name? Or will they be forgotten and left behind? Villain SPOTS Open

4. Reasons Why

And we back!

Here we are with another chapter to this story. I know I wanted to get this chapter out by the beginning of the month, but I had hit a week of writer's block in the midst of it, so I put the story down. It was just me being lost and forgetting where I was leading the story, but after a while of hanging with some friends, I found it, and let me tell you...these chapters may not have the title, but this is still a prologue. I'm trying to set up everything for the future of the story before they get to school.

And yes! I know, this chapter may focus too much on Riku, I know, but there will be chapters like that sometimes where one person will get the shine. There will be ones where I focus on Kokona, Izuku, and a character from you. Trust me, those plot points have yet to be forgotten, so stay tuned. I just don't want you all to think this is the Riku story, but, out of the twins, I do like him far more, and I created Kokona for me to like. I don't know what happened! XO

Also, I think I did a piss poor job at introducing characters this chapter. Not personality wise, as I think I got them down, but just the smaller number of them. I only got in three characters, but that's just me not liking to force characters into a scene. It just doesn't flow right when I have to somehow smoothly describe two or three characters.

But that's enough from me...let's get started!

Known Differences

Chapter 2: Reasons Why

2 Days Later

Time: 3:00PM

Location: Musutafu, Japan(Graveyard)

On this day, there was a mild breeze, chill to the touch of skin, but overall pleasing to say the least. With no objective whatsoever, the greying cloud cruised above and in the sky, shielding off the vast baby ocean that hung just above it. Trees shifted front the breeze, the healthy green leaves rustling against one another, this being the only noise disturbing their quiet.

It was just the three of them, the third having put more of a distance between them and remained in the back.

While there were numerous funerals happening at this very moment, not one was close to theirs, others branching off around the spacious graveyard. Sat at the top of a hill just under a tower tree that casted a shadow over the grave, the cream colored casket was beginning it's descent in the rectangle hole rigged by an golden contraption. A bouquet of flowers had been placed at the head of the casket, the colors ranging from white, red, and lavender, having been tied to the woman being buried today. All where roses in design, though real in every sense.

Dressed in all black, though this being seen as her normal outfit, Kokona was in front of the casket, black gloves on her hands and black, two inch heel. On her knees, the girl held her hands in front of her face, fingers intertwined, her eyes closed as she offered a prayer with her hair blowing in the breeze.

"And as beautiful it is, I know there's times this world can be unforgiving, to me and to other's, but I know not to be upset..." Thoughtful with each of her words, not a second went by where she herself wanted to bust out in tears. She wanted this so bad, but she would understand if she couldn't as the past two day was spent with her crying. It would come as a surprise to her if her tear ducts was capable of producing tears. "...I know I still have Riku...and I know you'll be looking down on us for as long as you can..."

In the midst of her prayer, standing at his full height at her right, Riku let his eyes open to drift his eyes toward his twin with his arms crossed over his chest.

"And, of course, I'd rather not be doing this, not for y-you or anyone..." Her voice was heard snagging with it being quite noticeable, teeth clinching, though she kept her lips together. "You were our mother, and I had the...I had this- this il-illusion that we'd see you forever." With her eyes still closed, she began sniffling, the corners of her nose wrinkling as she used the back of her fist to heedlessly rub her eyes to prevent her tears from dancing down her cheek. "You were- you were Quirkless..." Lips parting even more than the normal, more somber tone in which she spoke previously, her voice had begun to raise. "T-there's no convincing me that- that you deserved s-something like this!"

She shook her head, swinging her hair, finding it impossible to hide her tears despite the rubbing of her own eyes.

"B-but I want you to know..." Swallowing a knot seemingly stuck in her throat, Kokona regained her own composer, holding her hands back in front of her face with her eyes closed. This still did not stop the tears from falling down her face, able to taste the saltiness of them at the corner of her lips. She knew crying would not solve this. "I-I want you to know that the world is still beautiful and I want to protect that."

"Tch!" Sucking his teeth, eyes still aimed down at his sister by his left, Riku had found himself momentarily lost in the prayer his sister was reciting for their mother, but had to calm himself when something was said. "...this is stupid..." The teen mumbled, eyes curving to look forward and at the hole in the ground.

A hand was then placed on the shoulder of Riku.

Head shifting over to the right with only just his eyes, Riku allowed them to aim down only a bit as he was taller than the 5'5, green haired boy that was dressed in black. He stood three inches taller than him, His eyes looking to him.

Izuku locked eyes with the taller teen, a frown plastered on his face in his own attempt to show what sympathy that he could, having not felt something such as losing his parent. Of course he could not relate to how the boy was feeling, so he would not pretend to, only giving to him what he thought was appropriate.

Riku turned acknowledgement to the boy, his brows lowering as he eyed him in silence before his lips separated to speak. "Why are you still here?" He questioned almost darkly as he looked upon the U.A. student with his own scowl.

Slowly, almost thoughtfully, Izuku blinked several times as he pulled his hand from the shoulder of the taller boy. "I needed to be sure you two were alright." Green eyes moving to the ground for just a second, his attention rested back on the boy as he fully faced his right side. "After what happened," As he spoke, a few images flashed into his head of what occurred after hearing the explosion two days before. "I know that the two of you are in a hard place after losing someone so close."

Possibly a bad choice of words coming from him...

For a second, which definitely felt like years for Izuku, Riku had his eyes resting on the teen, huffing shortly as he turned his lane of sight on the hole in the ground. "Try not to speak on it as if you can relate." Sharply, his eyes cut over to Izuku, narrowing further to glare at the teen.

"Hm!" Izuku was surprised by the words coming from, stepping back a bit as he waved his hands.

"Riku..." Saying this softly, Kokona kept her position on her knees, though her eyes were now open, the tears still present on her features. It was as if she was pleading with him.

"No, Riku..." Izuku spoke, attempting to make a distance between both himself and Riku.

"Go home, Little Izuku." Riku ordered, his voice stern, fully turning to face the boy, disgust mixed in with his looks of aggravation and frustration. "You don't belong here." He said as he took a step toward the boy. "She's not your concern..."

Izuku could see the plentiful of emotion surfacing on the face of Riku, and though they weren't any of sorrow and more filled with irritation and annoyance. But there was something else. He could take a hint, but he knew he was needed here for some reason or another, so Riku blatantly telling him to leave was not enough to have him leave. "I know that, Riku, but I cannot leave you two here to mull your thoughts...it's not safe to do when it's just you two."

"Stop talkin' like you understand!" In the blink of an eye, Riku had the collar of Izuku's top in both his hands, staring down and directly into the eyes of the 16 year old, his iris and pupil shaky. "Little Izuku..." He growled.

Izuku's eyes weren't wide in shock, but more due to with how Riku was going through his emotions. He was not yelling, but his voice had exceeding the volume in which he naturally spoke in, his face more of the give away that told him that the boy was in the motions at the moment.

"Riku..." Kokona pushed off the ground, standing up to her full height as she face them, not minding the dirt on her knees. "Stop..." Just as she began to move toward them, she stopped at Izuku raising his hand for her halt.

Riku stared into the eyes of Izuku, not exchanging words for more that a half a minute before he spoke. "You haven't lost anyone, so just stop talkin'..." Eyes squeezing closed as his lips pursed, moaning in frustration, Riku shook his head. "You can't understand my feelins'...we...we lost our mother..." Opening his eyes, his teeth shown to be gritted. "...you're tryin' to understand what you d-"

"But I do understand!" Izuku exclaimed, his eyes never faltering from Riku's, his brows also knitted as he stared him down.

"...!" Riku hummed in surprise, blinking, never acknowledging the loosening of his own grip.

"I have lost, Riku..." Izuku's fist clinched down at his sides. "Probably..." Raising his right hand to his chest, placing it over his heart, the U.A. student frowned. "...probably not as much as you...not family, but I've seen teachers being beaten in front of me, a hero dying, the fall of All Might, and more-"

Fwoom! "There's no comparison!" Yelling this at the top of his lungs, each word leaking with venom that hung off each syllable, Riku eyelids snapped as wide as they could.

And what Izuku felt was like a SUV colliding with him as the invisible force was powerful, it easily capable of launching him a solid 15 to 16 feet through the air. 'What the hell was that.' He went through his head with the possibilities of what happened as he had not witnessed Riku's hand lifting.

Activating his Full Cowl, the green lightning erupted around the form of Izuku, capitalizing on the enhanced agility as he performed a backfilp. The soles of his shoes grinding against the grass below, hopping a bit in his own attempt to get a stable balance on the footing. Steadying, his brows knitting firmly, his fist clinched and his knees bent, though not in anger, but more in anticipation. 'I've never seen that one before.' He thought to himself, knowing he would've wrote this down if he had. With his entire body, Riku was able to repel him when it usually took his right hand to do. 'Is there a cool down on that?' He wondered.

"For me, the loss of my mother is much greater than what you witnessed." Grumbling this, Riku's right foot came down on the lush grass as he walked forward and to Izuku. "It almost irritates me to hear that you tried to compare them." Eyes set on Izuku, the blood red color of them seemed to glow, which they did not, but the overall ferocity in them made it as if he was a tiger with his eyes on prey. His right arm began raising, fingers curled with his hand drooped.

"Mm!" Izuku's fist clinched even tighter, readying himself to move at a moment's notice to avoid Riku's hand. His right hand was used to force things away and pull those with a negative personality toward him, so the boy was not intent on getting close. "Riku...I...I don't want to fight you." Stating this, he wondered if it was anger or confusion the boy was acting on. He saw that the boy was angry, but...it somehow felt...faulty. Like it was fake.

It he was to face Riku, he'd be at a disadvantage from the start as, while each pull or push with his Quirk did have a five second cool down, due to his more positive personality, he'd have to worry about being pushed with the right hand and being pulled with the left. This meant that if he had to only worry about his right hand that could push and pull, he could get into that five second interval.

Without a response, in the second Riku was ready to force him palm out to Izuku, the boy grunted at the feeling of something wrapping around both his wrist to force them behind his back. "Kona?" Before even seeing the baby blue energy strings around his wrist, he said this name, not in rage or vexation, but in the sense of that what he expected.

Still having a distance between them, Kokona stood several feet from his rear, holding her left hand up with both her index and middle finger having spat of the string of energy. "You have no respect for our mother, do you, Riku?" Holding her other hand to her chest, fist balled, her brows were turnt upward, her kind red eyes looking to the back of the teen. In all honesty, she could not play high and mighty as she understood why her brother was acting in such a way as she wanted to do the same, but she felt this was not the right place to do it. "She's probably cursing you out right now for fighting near her grave." Her eyes were puffy from rubbing them so roughly, cheek pouty.

And this prompted Izuku to release a steady sigh, relaxing as his arms down at his sides with his Quirk settling.

"Tch." Sucking his teeth, Riku snatched his arms forward, tearing the strings apart a the little particles faded into the air. Frown still playing on his features, the dark skinned teen looked over his shoulder and to his sister. "I-" Just as his lips parted to speak to the girl, he shut himself up, the fact that he wanted to say he respected his mother getting trapped in his throat. Of course he did. "I just can't be around you right now." Closing his eyes, the teen shook his head, frustration in his voice. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he turned to the right as he began walking off in a direction to make his way out of the cemetery.

As he exited, Riku seethed through his teeth, though keeping it to himself as he felt the burning sensation on both his wrist. 'Damn it, Kona.' He said inwardly, eyes closed.

"Be around me?" Kokona repeated aloud, eyes widening only slightly as she blinked a few times, it easy to tell that she was quite shocked by the words her brother sent at who she thought was herself. It...always made her a bit apprehensive to be around the boy when he started yelling as she frequently found herself admittedly nervous, but it was different when Riku would initiate a fight and insult her. Kind of.

Only her eyes shifted to see, watching the back of her brother move further and further into the distance, worried, nervous of what was going through his head. "Riku..." She spoke softly, her eyes shutting as her head hung down in thought. Though they both were close to their mother, Riku had a better relationship with her, so it was probably hurting him more. He was definitely a problem if he decided to roam the city as he...didn't know how to properly vent his emotions.

But that was what she thought...

Izuku found himself confused by what had just transpired in the middle of the burying of their mother. Looking in the direction Riku had exited in, he found it hard to believe that the other male would spark conflict at the grave sight of his own mother. 'Something must be going on.'

"Izu."

"Huh!" Having been in his own mind as he watched Riku walk off, Izuku was completely shocked to hear the call of his 'name'. Technically, it was the nickname Kokona usually referred to him as, but it was close enough where he could frantically turn his head to her.

Kokona did not know what was going through the mind of her brother, and was more than occasionally lost when it came to his motives and his thought pattern. Moving back to her mother's grave, getting on her knees once more to pray with her hands in front of her face, she knew that her brother wanted the best for her...but it was sometimes hard to pinpoint what he was attempting to achieve as an end result.

"Will you be a dear," Multitasking while also praying for her mother, she spoke to the boy with her eyes closed. "and go make sure Riku does not blow up a store?" She asked, her voice calm, not having the luxury to freak out at the moment or have a mental breakdown from her brother saying these things. Was it something wrong that Riku did not agree with? The boy was regularly supportive of her, so, somehow, she found it selfish of herself that she commonly refrained from being around him when he acted like this.

"Blow up a store?!" Izuku exclaimed hysterically at what he heard, his eyes widening as large as they could get, his movements becoming frantic. Full Cowl's green lightning taking over his form once more, acting hastily, the boy darted off in the same direction as Riku, using just 5% of this mode.

For at least two seconds, Kokona was left in silence with her thoughts and prayers, wanting to be stronger and hold her tears back like her brother. This was before Izuku came back on the the scene, zipping in just before he was capable of exiting the cemetery.

"Um..." Izuku blinked a few times.

"Try rooftops...he loves ours." Kokona did not break concentration to speak with him.

"Right." Confirming this, Izuku nodded before bolting off once more to enter the city.

She prayed to herself now in this new air of silence, hearing the rustling of the nearby trees either at the lower parts of the hill or by the one over her mother's gravesite. It hurt. It hurt to not cry, but it made her feel weak to do it even more as she had made what statement she was attempting with the pass two days of being locked in her room. Taking mental gymnastics to do so, she steered clear of letting the thought of how her brother saw perceived her be pushed to the furthest corners of her mind. It came as a massive hindrance when she did this.

"Shirasagi?"

"Huh?" She could hear the multiple footsteps on the lush grass at her rear, this promoting her to turn slightly, going on one knee to look toward her right and over her shoulder. What she saw was three individuals, none of them dressed in black, but more casually in a sense that they weren't truly here for a funeral. Despite this, each of them held a bouquet of flowers, some carnations, while others were tulips.

Seeing them, she made out what the three had appearance wise, starting at the right of the group as she was the tallest and more busty, having a sort of chest size Riku would openly compliment. The one in the middle was possibly the shortest of the three, her hair dark along with her eyes, her outfit consisting of a U.A. uniform. The last was the only male of the group, and though she could see a seperation between his dull golden skin and his golden hair, she still found it frustrating that she had to look.

"Um, yes?" Though the calling of this name came as confusion to her, this feeling quickly left as she was the only person they'd be talking with the name 'Shirasagi'. "That is me." She nodded to the three as she gathered to her feet to face each of them with a feigned smile on her face. "Well, my last name...if I may."

"Here." Known as Momo Yayorozu, the teenage girl held out her hands, carrying the bouquet of roses which she held out for the girl. "You don't have to smile." Her eyes were closed, head hanging as she spoke to the girl, a frown shown in her features in disappointment toward her own self. "Not for me or anyone..." Her voice had become noticeably rougher, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes closed. "I'm sorry for not being strong enough to help her."

"Hm?!" Kokona made a noise, surprised as she was capable of taking a hesitant step back as the flowers were held out her. Looking the girl over and her companions, she could tell that she had no memory of any of them, so this made this situation far more confusing. But as the girl spoke, she could point out two things. "You were there?" Was her only words, not taking the flowers, only staring to the girl, but blinked at what she just realized. She was an U.A. student.

"All three of us were." Came the lightly stern tone of the tallest girl of the three, dressed in what she knew was German fatigues, but not issued to a soldier. It was just in design. Locking eyes with the girl for a second, Rin found herself incapable of keeping the contact, her own brows turned up.

Though Rin's eyes had shifted away from her, Kokona's blood red orbs continued to search the face of the girl, blinkingb almost frantically with her lips parting. "You- my mother?" Her chest began to heavy, her breathing becoming more hesitant with each thought about her and how she was told that she'd have a closed casket. "Was she- did she really- how-" Stumbling over her words, her attention shifted now to male of the three, her eyes never leaving his big black orbs.

The distress in her face and her frantic red eyes showed him that the smile before was just a simple act in her own way to keep herself from showing that she was completely torn. Ken was frustrated, not enjoying how complicated this was, his lips pursing as he looked to the girl while reaching his right hand into his pocket.

Never had her heart stop from increasing in it's own rate, beating faster and faster with every thought of her mother. This didn't stop her from watching the boy remove his hand from his pocket, see the golden, beaded chain emerge, a golden locket in the shape of an oval hanging from it.

Seeing this was when every sound entering her ears seemed to cease as the only thing she laid witness to was the golden locket with the name Riku and Kokona engraved in the front using English cursive writing. Taking it from his hand, the chain sliding from between his fingers as she held it just by the locket. Pressing in a button on the back, the front snap open to show a small picture of herself and Riku at the age of 7. Riku was at the lower end with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes drifted off to the left with herself over him with a gleeful smile on her face, hugging her arms around his neck with her chin resting on his left shoulder.

"She-...your mother's last words were to give it to you." If he remembered correctly, it was the brother who he was told to give it to, but what was the difference?

"I...forgot- she had this this whole time?" As she spoke, one could hear the cracking of Kokona's voice, tears beginning to fill the corners of her eyes as she squeezed the locket. Of course she knew she was gone and did not need a reminder of this, but at the sight of that locket, things really settled on her shoulders. And she could not control this. In both her hand, she tightened her grip on the locket, holding it to her chest, tears leaving her eyes before she could close them. 'She's gone.' And with this thought, her mouth opened as she began to bawl at the sheer conclusion.

Not wasting any time, not giving it any thought or moments to process, Momo dropped the flowers she held to the ground in between them to reach forward. Wrapping her right arm behind the head of the girl, she used the other to move behind her and pull the girl to her, hugging her with her eyes closed and letting her head rest on her shoulder. She didn't mind the fact that her clothes were becoming damp due to the crying, seeing as this moment meant more than just what it did for the girl and she didnt want her to deal with it alone.

Both Rin and Ken looked toward one another, the sound of the crying filling the air around them, both having a sorrowful expression plastered on their features.

'She's really gone...' Along with gripping the locket in her hands, she was now gripping the clothing of Momo, her head digging into the corner of her neck.

~~Break~~

Thirty Minutes Later

Location: Musutafu, Japan(Downtown)

"D-do you think he's still following us?"

"I dunno...I'm scared to check."

On their way home, two school girls found themselves scared walking as fast as they could with their eyes forward and not looking to their rear in fear of who was following them. Though the sidewalk was moderately crowded with those that were either making their way to work or handling some unforeseen problem, the two of them could still be pointed out by their sailor uniform.

Not everyday did they find themselves having to deal with him as he targeted those around the school indiscriminately and that was what shocked them today. He never paid them any mind, but when they saw him following the two of the from school with his hands in his pockets.

It was like some horror film where the killer stalked the teenagers to the most secluded area and murdered them where it was no one around to here their screams. Now, the two of them knew things would not get that serious, but, still, the fact that he was trailing behind them in the crowd was unnerving. To think of it, neither of them had looked back in some time due to their own fear of why he was tailing them.

"Look!" Exclaimed the first girl, pointing forward to an alley. "We can use that as an shortcut."

The second girl blinked a few times, noticing the opening to the alleyway, but instantly looked over to her friend. "Oh, yeah, let's go into an alley..." She threw her arms up. "What a great idea." Of course this was evident sarcasm.

"C'mon." Grabbing the hand of her friend, the first girl nodded as she looked over to her with a light smile. "It's just a straight shot to the next street." She was very convincing, but it was not as if she gave her friend enough time to agree or disagree as she pulled her along after now beginning to run.

"This is how the teenagers always get killed in the movies." She mumbled lowly, her tone grim, her eyelids lowered as she shook her head, but never slowed down when her friend dragged her along.

In the moment the two of them turned into the alley, what they stopped at seeing was a body laying on the grimy alley floor before the two of them. The body was of an older man, a hobo, if you will, it indicated by his dirtied and torn clothing and his greying beard. But what made them stop in horror, what made their mouths gape and their eyes shake in absolute fear at what they saw. This made the first girl stumble back, falling to her butt, while her friend held both her hands in front of her mouth.

What laid on the grimy ground of the alley floor was the homeless man, severed in several places: his head was severed from his body and was closest to the wall with both his legs detached along with his right hand. The only thing that was missing was blood, which was completely vacant from this gruesome scene.

The first girl on the concrete ground stared on for another second or two, blind to the fact that a Quirk had been used, her mouth opening to scream. "Ah-"

"Aw, man! Hahahahahahahaha!" His triangular, sharp teeth was put on full display as he stood up from behind a large dumpster, his hand on his forehead. He bellowed out in laughter, head cocked back with his eyes closed with his other hand to his stomach, this...laugh seeming more...maniacal coming from 5'7, pale skin, messy black haired teen.

He was remarkably skinny, somewhat to a lanky fault, his frame quite frail at first sight, the most dangerous feature connected to his arms being large, scythe-like blades that expanded from his wrist of both his arm and to his elbows. They stretched from his arms to about four feet in total, both scythes curving upward if his arms are straight down.

"You two were scared shitless!" He held no regards for what he did, laughing as much as he could before lowering his arms, his eyes opening to show the glaring red color, a sort of wiggly spiral acting as a pupil.

[Mikoto Tsukuchi. Quirk: Sever - Mikoto is capable of utilizing the strong, steel blades on his arms to sever any organic or inorganic thing with no pain to the receiver as it is more of temporary dismemberment until he puts the pieces together again.]

"W-what...?" The girl on the ground blinked a handful of times, perturbed, confusion evident on her features.

"We get 'em, Mikoto?" Now came the gruffy voice of the disembodied, his dirty blue eyes opening as his mouth opened to laugh, sitting up on the stump of his neck. "Looks like we got 'em!" One could hear the enthusiasm in his voice.

Chuckling to himself as he approached, stepping over the dismembered pieces of the older man, grinning to put his triangular, shark-esque teeth on full display. "I just loved the looks on your faces!" It was almost sickening of how enthused the boy could be, the grin definitely heard in his voice. "Priceless."

"Tsukuchi!" Having instantly been brought to her feet, both of the girls were now screaming in the face of the boy, blushing lightly, though not toward the boy, but in pure embarrassment.

"Uh! What?" Mikoto held his hands up in a defensive fashion, having to always adjust his arms so that he was not sticking anyone.

"You're a damn weirdo!" Both sounded as disgusted as one could become, turning to continue on their path. "It's really impossible for a chuuni like you to become a real hero!" The first girl yelled, shaking her head as they walked off.

His eyes never left them as the walked off, their words bringing a frown to his face, a hum heard from behind his lips. The boy stood there in thought...of the words of the girl, knowing how everyone saw him in the school.

Weirdo...

Psychopath...

Creep...

Freak...

Sicko...

He was not blind to how he acted and how those around took it in as he did things of this nature on the regular...and he truly was not getting tired of it whatsoever. To those in school, he was just some guy that was TOO in love with horror flicks, both American and Japanese altogether. And it was true. He loved horror flicks enough to play terrifying pranks on those around, but this was his attempt to show that he had a love for something. At least he showed that he like something as there was someone you would not be able to tell if she likes anything.

"That was not very nice of you."

And speak of the devil. Her porcelain skinned girl locked eyes with him. Well, as much as she did due to the fact that she was walking pass, here nearly sunken, soulless hazel colored eyes. He could see the small, insignificant smile set on her features, but it was always...dead, not an ounce of glee in the formation of her lips. The smile was always just there.

"Neither is keeping that fake smile." Mumbled the boy, his eyes now lowered, his teeth gritted as he sucked his teeth as the girl passed.

"Hey, Mikoto..."

Blinking, hearing his name be call from his rear, said boy turned to look over his right shoulder and to the source of the voice to find the disembodied head near the wall.

"If you don't mind...can you put my body back together!" He yelled, causing Mikoto to flinch. "It's already hard enough being homeless."

"Oh, right." Rushing to his side to his, Mikoto spring into action.

And this left her with more questions than none as she walked along the sidewalk, using her right hand to touch her lips, probing at them, caressing them harmlessly. Going to the same school, both herself and Mikoto saw one another often, but she could not go as far as to call him a friend. He was a peer, less than an associate. Not that anyone of them stuck to any certain groups, having seen him on His own more of the school year, and he'd probably say the same for her.

"My smile is fake?" And she was completely unaware of this by what she knew. When she smiled, she did not feel much; no jubilation or elation whatsoever. She did it mostly because that she saw others doing it a lot, so she went along with it. It was always glued to her face without any meaning or show of affection. The smile was dead on her features. "I do not understand."

As she walked, her thick eye lashes batted a few times, her face a oval shape, thin eyebrows sitting just above her soulless eyes. In both her ears, she wears earrings, both with a pearl design, this showing she cared about how she presented herself for the most part as she was still decked in her school uniform. Her body is small, standing at a solid 5'3, quite smaller than the other girls in her class, with an averagely developed bust, and a build that is definitely not made for battle.

Her pitch black hair bounce as she walked, it having a sort of silverish hue, her bangs split in the middle with the length going down to her collarbone, the flow of her bangs usually goes behind her ear.

But what is most interesting about her figure is that she has several thin black lines between every joints on her body, like the joints on a wooden doll or something alike. However, when touched, the surface will not feel as an actual wooden joint, and it acts like a normal skin save for the visible marks. These marks run through every joints on her body; 18 from shoulders to fingers on each arms, 13 from waist to toes on each legs, 1 line running between her chest that forks on top of her stomach and between her collarbone, 1 line on the top part of her neck, and 1 line running through both edges of her lips.

"I do not feel that it is." But, if she wanted to admit this, she truly did not feel much, so there was not much of difference if she smiled or not. Touching her bottom lip, she hummed lowly and only to herself, having to wonder if her smile was fake. What made it fake? Was it because this was usually what she was saw with or did it have something to do with her own emotions? It was not something she thought about as she commonly thought she was more genuine about how she felt on a daily basis. Maybe it needed more work, but she could honestly admit her likes and dislikes and what could make things enjoyable. Not that she could honestly say she loved them as she was still unaware of the word and how that could feel.

"Anyways, I should be taking notes of this." She said quietly to herself as she looked around the area, noting where she was at and it was the last area of the previous bombing. There was not many people trying to come this ways, some going long routes, while others looked for shortcuts. Now, she did fear death to a fault and would try to not put herself in harm's way on purpose, but this was her path home from school, and she sometimes got lost in her own thoughts. "Everyone seems to be afraid of the recent bombings of those mysterious terrorist, and I do not blame them."

Though it was fairly the middle of the year, there had been countless bombings that spread all across Musutafu with only apprehension of a culprit, but before the heroes could take him into custody, he blew himself up, taking two Battle Heroes along with him. Since then, the terrorist have seemed to become a lot more wise, only sending single one of their members in encase they were to be apprehended.

Pulling a flip notepad from her school bag, the girl whipped out a mechanical pencil, the led beginning to scratch on the white paper as she began writing down things she saw after flipping pass a few filled pages. "The downtown area is, more or less, less busy than on a usual day." Ari said to herself, writing down more than what she had said to herself. "Almost half of the year has passed and there does not seem to be a stop of any of the bombings that plagues the city itself..."

As this girl wrote to herself, she was unaware of the next alley she was passing, a young boy, probably just a bit older than her, triangle jumping upward and across the walls to reach the top. Green lightning encased his full form, so there was not much of a guess to who this was, the young boy flipping onto the roof, the sound of his hand clasping on the guard rail of the building her. Pushing off, his feet touched down on the flat surface of the structure, his attention instantly shifting to the other edge to see a boy leaning against rail to look to the streets.

To this location, he moved as fast as he could, not making a single pit stop in his journey. Now, there was not many clues that told him to come here, but something pushed him here and to the sight where the two of the was at when the explosion took his mother.

With his eyes still glowing a bright green and his lightning cloak scattering around his form, Izuku frowned, teeth gritted with his hands readied, raised in a more boxer stance. "Riku!" He called out, the boy never turning to face him, just leaning on the railing with his elbows. "If you want, we can fight."

He understood this. Having done this before with Kacchan, he could understand if Riku just wanted to let off some steam and did not know how to vent just using his words. And though he'd rather talk, if things had to be this way, he'd go along with it.

The breeze kicked up, shifting both the hair of Izuku and Riku as a moment of silence filled the space between the two of them. All that could be heard was the sounds of the vehicles on the street below and indistinct chatter that came from the few populating the streets.

Standing at the edge of the building, Riku never averted his attention from the streets below, looking intently, leaning forward and on the railing that was preventing him from falling. His blood red orbs seemed...distant...not acknowledging the words of the boy a few feet to his rear. He just...it was just that he could not understand what was happening anymore. "I don't wanna fight you, Little Izuku." Came his dry voice.

"Huh?" This actually caught Izuku more off guard than Riku attacking ever could, his eyes blinking as he let his arms low to his sides, using his right hand to scratch his cheek. It was evident that he was confused.

"Kona tries not to be 'round me when I snap." His eyes were closed for a second, breathing inwardly through his nose before he began to turn to face Izuku as he raised from the railing. "I really just need to talk to you without her around."

That was different. A lot different than he expected, and was honestly becoming more and more confused on the personality of Riku, incapable of pinpointing if he was far more deceiving than he let on. He could not tell if he was more like Kacchan or Todoroki, and this made him want to distance himself from the other teen.

"That recommendation means far more than what you can comprehend." Riku informed, standing straight up, both his hands now being shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. "I know you'll be giving Kona one, but I'm a toss up, right?"

At the side of the face of Izuku, a sweat drop began sliding down his cheek, eyeing Riku, the space between the two of them a solid six feet in total.

Letting a heavy breath fly from his mouth, Riku let his eyes close. "I know-"

"You don't represent what a Hero is, Riku." Izuku cut in, his lips pursed in a frown, though these words did not come as a shock to the opposing male. "It's hard to ignore your untapped talent, but you can't go around using your Quirk with no regard of what's around you." And he had another example as Riku haphazardly utilizing his Quirk in a graveyard of all places.

Riku simply remained as quiet as he could, looking to Izuku with nothing but acknowledgement in his eyes. He would not dismiss what he did as he needed a way to get away from Kona, but he still used his Quirk.

"You don't even want to become a Hero." Izuku added, closing his eyes as he shook his head left and right. It was very admirable what he was doing for his sister, acting more as a motivation booster when he was around her, but he could not just get a recommendation doing that. His place could be taken by someone that really wanted to become a Hero. "It is a toss up as I really want to see you in U.A., but there's no telling if you'll come out as a Hero...as I think you hate them." Directly in the eyes of Riku, Izuku looked, not changing his line of sight for a second.

"My father was murdered by a Hero when I was four."

He could almost hear his heart thump in his ears, clearly not being prepared to hear something such as this, this catching him by surprise as he even looked to boy's unchanging, mellow expression.

"The Jungle Hero, White Tiger." Riku continued, scratching the back of his head. "He went feral here in the Downtown area, attacking civilians left and right-"

"I...I remember." Though he did not want to admit this, Izuku remembered this from his childhood despite his mother attempting to hide this sort of reality from him. His head hung at this, coming to a conclusion of this being the reason why Riku hated heroes.

"I don't hate heroes..." Riku enlightened, waving his hand to Izuku's astonishment. "I...I just don't trust them..." His eyes shifted to the side and down to the ground. "I think I have that right." Raising his sights back on Izuku, both his brows knitted down. "But I can swallow my own feelins' for my sister, so I need to be there..." Having been removed from the pockets of his jacket, his fist were seen clinching at his side. "For her."

The loss of both his parents: one from a feral hero and the other by a group of terrorist. Izuku wanted to understand how he felt, but it felt impossible to do so. "I ju-"

"Please, someone help me!"

Riku's eyes left Izuku, turning his head to the left to let his eyes shift to the corner of his to look over his shoulder and over the railing to a fine china shop most were avoiding.

And with this call, Izuku was never too slow to spring into action, charging toward Riku to stand next to him, placing his hands on the metal railing to look down to the shop. "Stay here, Riku."

~~Scene Change~~

Location: Downtown, Musutafu(Fine China Shop)

"Hey, old fart, I'm just gonna place this here." With a chuckle, the man dressed in black placed a large contraption on the counter of the shop, grinning as he looked over each of the intricate wires and buttons on the black device.

Dressed head to toe in black, the man wore a hoodie/trench coat that hid his arms and head entirely, his face covered by a black facemask that stretches down his neck and under his black top. The only thing that was in few was his emerald green eyes, the area around it showing his fair skin. Only his right hand was hidden by a black, leather glove, his other bare, some orange button built into the center of his palm. On the back of the trench coat was the design of an anchor with a white outline so that it coukd separate the black of the design and and the cost itself. On both sides of the anchor was a pair of disconnected angel wings.

There was no one behind the counter of the shop. Instead, the older man that owned the store was on the floor of the store, sitting in broken pieces of a few plates and glasses. What kept him up was a podium that had been knocked over, using it to prop his back up with his arms resting on it. "You're one of those terrorist aren't you." He sounded hurt, groaning slightly, his voice already aged and gruff as it was, the top of his head balding with a short cut of grey rounding the sides. His eyes where closed, almost permanently, scared.

"You could say that, hehe." The hooded man chuckled lightly as he tapped on a few button, activating the small, rectangular screen on the front, it being as red numbers popped up and rapidly began counting down from three minutes. "That should be enough time to get away from here." He said to himself as he looked over to his right and down to the floor and at the man. "And I want you," Twirling his index finger around, the man pointed at him. "To stay put for about...um..." His eyes went up to the ceiling, humming, but smirking a second later as he snapped his fingers and pointed back at him. "Two minutes and fifty seconds." Taking in account the advanced age of the man, it would take over ten seconds for him to get out of the building.

Crash!

With his arms shielding his face to guard it from the entrance crashing through the fully glass door to send splintering shards to the floor as his green lightning cursed around his body. Lowering his arms from in front of his face, he could see what he saw from the outside, his feet crunching the glass as he landed. "Oh, no..." Izuku mumbled out, noting that all eyes were on him, but his attention was more on the device on the counter. At first glance, he could not tell what it was, but knowing what has been occurring in the pass year allowed him to deduce what it was. 'They're targeting something again?' He wondered. 'Why so soon?'

"Hey, that looks kinda cool." Spoke the hooded individual, having first turned his head to see the teen, having acknowledged the boy as someone he recognized. "You're from U.A., right?" He inquired, raising a brow as he fully faced him. "But your lightning isn't better than mine." Knowing the timer was ticking down, the man still tossed his left hand to the side as he activated his Quirk, green lightning instantly crackling around his full arm and hand. "I can humor you for just a minute, then you'll join the old man in a fiery death."

'Green lightning?' Izuku was astounded to see this on someone other than himself, though he never faltered, his arms remaining ready at his side with his elbows bent and his fist clinched. 'Must be some sort of electrical Quirk like Kaminari.' Eyes drifted once more to the timer, he could read 2:30, this meaning he had to hurry. He probably could-

Suddenly, his eyes widened when the man lunged at him with his left hand cocked back, having his fingers curled with his palm out.

'A frontal?' Izuku felt this was too open, this leaving the man vulnerable, and that was what he took advantage of. Humming, thrusting his right fist forward as it collided with the chest of the man, not having to resort to using his Shoot Style or going over 5% with One For All. While he didn't have his costume, Shoot Style could still be used. What surprised him was the man grabbing his wrist before he was punched, the punch snapping him away. Aside from the man's grip being tighter than a normal person, what hevdid had little effect on him.

Letting out a glob of spit and a harsh moan from the solid punch to his chest, the man only smirk, the power behind into causing him to sliding back a solid three feet and where the older man once was. Though he was not worrying much about the old man, he could see he had ran behind the counter. "The best thing about this kid..." The man snickered lightly as she whipped the front of his mask with the back of his hand. "...is you've already lost."

"You can stop this." Izuku attempted. "Deactivate the bomb, and we all could walk out of here." His main focus was the old man and getting him as far away from the explosion. One could tell by the sheer number of times his eyes shifted to the left and at the civilian. 'I'll blitz him, but cut to the left at the last second.' He spoke inwardly, his brows knitting down as his green lightning erupted far more, pushing One for All 8%, but gasped out tiredly all of a sudden, feeling fatigue in less than a second. This showed on his face, eyes gaining lines under them as his eyelids lowered, his breathing beginning to pick up. "What...?" His words was empty, barely clear due to his own breathing.

"My Quirk..." The man smirked. "Corrosive Touch." Raising his left hand his green lightning became more intense as Izuku's was seen to be fading away. "With poisonous properties, with one touch, I can steal a frantic of your stamina and your Quirk energy, so that more use of it would only put a strain on your body."

Izuku only continued to pant, this happening due to the fact he was still attempting to activate just the most average form of his Full Cowl, but his muscles were beginning to cramp. "Ugh!" He noises out as he used his left hand to grab the bicep of his other arm.

"Best thing about this is that I already knew your Quirk, so it was already destined for me to beat you." The man clapped both his hands together. "But you did good, though I guess your best wasn't good en- ah!" Quickly smacking the back of his left fist with his other hand, the male felt a sharp pain shoot from this location. "What the hell?" Looking down to it, there was a bump, a smashed spider on the top of it.

The sound of heel clanking against the floor cloud be heard from the entrance, this causing the man to look up and Izuku to look over his shoulder. Both saw a girl with dark hair and hazel eyes, walking to stand beside Izuku, a strange smile on her face and a notepad dangling in her right hand.

Ari didn't know how to feel about having to come back, but seeing as there was a problem here meant she could not just turn her back. One of her strangling spider had saw what was occurring in the store and she ordered it to help out until she arrived, and that was what happened. "You killed one of my spiders." Came her monotonous voice, clear that she held no strong feelings toward it.

[Ari Guntai. Quirk: Worm Toxin - From the lines that cuts between her joints, she can summon an army of poisonous and venomous insects and arachnids. She's basically a hive mind of insects that hide with her body.]

"Another one of you?" Though it seemed he was unaware himself, his body began to stiffen, his muscles beginning to tighten at that very moment. "I'm pretty much replaceable." Holding out his left hand to hold out his palm, but it was shown to be strained. "So, Imma self-destruct!" He showed off the button built into the palm, and him ignoring the the venom cursing through his veins, the green lightning erupted around him, crackling, scattering everywhere. "I'm gonna take this whole building before even the bomb."

Izuku's eyes widened at hearing these words, looking over to girl at his right. "You have to get out of here." He turned his attention back to the man. "I'll hold him off while you escape."

Ari looked over to Izuku, not turning her full head, but using just her eyes, letting them observe the face of the other teen, the boy taller than her just by a few inches. He was serious. Out of stamina with his knees shaking from what the man did to him. What was she suppose to say to him? An explosion would definitely kill her and her bugs, so this was not a matter if the could get to him before he pressed the button.

He couldn't activate his Quirk, nor could he force it to activate it. Going to 8% of Fill Cowl, he'd be able to reach the man, but he just couldn't now. He was guessing he was also poisoned to, able to feel his body become far weaker and weaker by the second. The older man was still in danger, and he was incapable of doing anything. Being a U.A. student had it's advantages and disadvantages as someone such as him knew he was a close ranged fighter and that was all he needed to take advantage of. His mind was running rampant with thoughts, lacking the ability to think straight and do the task of a Hero. Without his Quirk and a healthy body, there was not much he could do.

"Say goodbye to this pathetic store!" Straining to move his middle and ring finger, he began folding them to press the button that was built into his palm.

Izuku's teeth gritted together, grunted, but his ears perked at the sound of glass crunching behind him before he heard "Catch", from a familiar voice. Before he could react, he gasped at the sight of the older man flying from over the counter and directly at him chest first. Though it was tough doing this as his body was not in the best of condition, he caught the man in both his arms, still strong to catch him, but he ultimately fell to the floor. Both him and the old man grunting, the two of them hit the floor.

"Uh!" Came the surprised grunt from Ari as she looked over the left, having been dumbfounded, almost shocked to see a dark skinned hand thrust pass her face.

Beep

And with the press of the button, with a fiery and devastating blast that was effective enough of rocking the street and making a noise loud enough to shatter window, the store was easily reduced to nothingness from the suicide bombing.

The explosion annihilated the small story, leaving literally not a single chunk of cement in the wake, this being something as the previous bomb two days before had not done this much damage. All that was left in the square space the shop was once was the dark smoke cloud rising into the air.

"Ugh." With her fist to her mouth, she coughed, her eyes squeezing closed, attempting to get over the ringing that had taken over her eardrums. She was disoriented, afraid to open her eyes to see the shaky world that she knew was around her. Now, she could admit that she was not in much pain, but she believed there could be bruised on her knees and elbows. Nothing too permanent.

But, what happened? Ari remembering the man declaring that he was replaceable and caused his body to explode, but what happened afterward. Suddenly, something in her head clicked, images of the hand being thrust pass her face. She did not know how he did it, but the dark skinned teen created a small pocket in the flames to protect them from the initial explosion, but she guessed it eventually pushed them out from either the aftershock or the force all together.

Her breathing was gentle, balanced enough to tell there was nothing wrong with herself, finally opening her eyes, but she had to take a second to let herself adjust. Still on her hands and knees, she pushed herself up to just be on her knees, first looking to the right to see multiple civilians looking at her. Next she looked to the left to see the dark skinned, white haired teen kneeling over the body of the freckle faced boy with the old man sitting on his butt, in much better shape, but just shaken up.

When Ari looked over the green haired teen, she realized that he was not unconscious, but was lying on his back with his eyes squeezed closed, a uncomfortable expression on his face. He was sweating quite profusely, chest heaving as his breathing was noticeably frantic.

"What's wrong with him?" Ari's monotone showed and told Riku that she was not worried about Izuku, but she did find herself using her knees to sit on the other side of the teen. "Is he hurt?" She inquired, looking up to face of the boy who saved them. It was clear that he was possibly the second most injured out of them as his full right sleeve had been singed off, but no lasting damage to his arm. Despite his darker skin tone, she could still see the dirt on his face that could have come from being blasted away.

Sharply, Riku's blood red eyes cut to the girl, not liking how she asked him, and this kind of ticked him off to the point where he sucked his teeth. It felt as if she was azking out of habit and being in the vicinity of the incident. "U-"

"I think the man in there said his Quirk had poisonous properties." Standing at his full height, having yet to freak out about his store, the old man stood at the feet of Izuku, a slouch in his posture with his hands behind his back.

Next, Riku's eyes shifted to the older man.

With his eyes never opening, the man continued. "He touched your little friend once and then it just seem like he ran a marathon." Informing them of this, though his eyes were closed, his head was aimed down in the direction of Riku.

"Poison?" Riku mouthed as he looked down to the body of Izuku. In appearance, the boy looked picture perfect, but there was definitely something wrong with him, and this was clear.

Going into his left pocket, Riku pulled out his smartphone and quickly went to his contact, calling a specific number and putting the device to his ear.

Ari watched the boy, still sitting on her knees in the middle of the street with her hands now on the ground as she leaned forward, looking to Riku and his face, examining it carefully. She noticed that he was not smiling like she was currently. There was a sort of scowl on his lips as he focused on not making eye contact with her, and this was obvious to her.

Finally the end of the ringing, Riku looked at Izuku's body and spoke before the person got the chance to. "This isn't Kona." He said to the surprise of the person over the line. Waiting for a bit, he spoke again. "I DON'T like you, but I kinda need your help, and I know how to swallow my pride." Pausing once more to allow her to speak, the teen went once more. "Hibiki, I need you to get the poison out of a friend of mine-...yes, a friend, and he's been poisoned, so I need that weird Quirk of yours...alright, I'm on my way." Instantly ending the call, he pocketed it, tucking his right arm under Izuku's knees with his other arm tucking behind his head. "Alright." He grunted lowly as he brought himself to stand, carrying the U.A. student.

As he stood, Riku's eyes shifted down to Ari, frowning now. "Call the police." He told her. "I'm having more of a worse day than when it started." The sheer irritation in his voice was evident when he spoke to her.

Ari stared up to Riku, the half smile currently on her features still. "Yes...but..."

Just as he began to turn around to escort Izuku to where Hibiki Inoue resided at, and it was further away from his home, but close enough to sprint toward from his current location, Riku stopped just enough to look back at her. "What?" He asked curtly.

Ari was not great at showing compassion or empathy, so her stopping him was her preventing Riku from helping Izuku, but she felt she needed to know something about him. "...why don't you like the person you was talking to?" She questioned, no hesitation in her words as she spoke to the boy. Why she was asking this? She honestly did not know, but she was sure that this boy was the deciding factor in the case of if she lived or died in that building.

"Uh." Riku grunted, narrowing his eyes at the girl, disgust in the noise he made. "Mind your business." He said before running off in the middle of the street, not caring who he bumped in the process.

And this caused Ari to blink, sitting there in confusion as she watched his back disappear into the distance.

"My guess is..." The old man came back into the picture, shifting to stand next to Ari with his hands behind his back, watching Riku. "...he doesn't like fake things or people...especially that smile of yours..."

"My...smile?" Again, someone was speaking of her smile.

"Though he handled the situation like a novice how he tossed me through the air with no regards to my life," The man sighed. "He saved three lives today, but I don't think he realizes this."

~~BREAK~~

Thirty Minutes Later

In her little area she called a home, Hibiki In our stood on her tippy toes, shifting back down to her heels, but moving back to her tippy toes, rocking back and forth With a smile on her face as she stood on the steps of her home.

Now, a call from Riku was very much surprising to her as she felt that he didn't like her, which she knew he didn't,but she did not have a clue why. It was not a mystery to her why she did not like him, and that was because he was far more talented than he let on, and she could not be around someone better than her. His sister on the other hand was below her with the use of her Quirk, so there was no competition. She knew Riku as nothing more than a classmate and not someone she would naturally deem a friend. But she still put on a smile for his arrival, knowing that if he could swallow his own pride, she could try to do the same.

But it was harder for her. Was it jealousy? He was capable of snagging a recommendation, and by one of 1-A's top students, and this made it more of a chore to coexist with Riku. But there was the fact that she was not looking for a recommendation...though...neither was him.

'I'm just gonna put on a smile until he leaves.' Hibiki told herself, putting on said expression, this showing that she was eager for his arrival Despite the fact she was not. 'Plus, he needed my help, so there was something he obviously couldn't do.' She snickered lightly to herself.

Hibiki a short girl, only around the full height of 5'6, and that was with the use of any heels. She has a thin build though most of her height comes from her noticeably long legs that belong more to a model. Her skin is a fairly pale color, her face having a heart shape to it, the girl rather attractive. She has brown hair that falls just beneath her shoulders in a ponytail, bangs hanging down in her face. Some of it falls down the front of her face, however, and she styles it to hide a small scar on between her nose and right eye. She wore round, thin glasses slid down to the tip of her nose. She has soft facial features, and blue-green eyes which appear friendly.

At the moment, she wore an oversize olive military jacket, though it has clearly been in her family for a while and has started to come apart at the arms. Some of the buttons have fallen off and any patches that were once on it have faded beyond recognition. Her hands barely poke out from the arm holes. She wears a brown tank top and a black skirt underneath. Her thin glasses have nose pads which have worn thin, so she is forced to constantly readjust them on her face. With the jacket reaching down to her mid-thigh, one could not see her black shorts, matching black flats on her feet.

A few minutes had passed before the girl went to sit down, but in the moment of her changing her position sit on the stairs, she saw the strands of silvery white hair bouncing from beyond the small, white gate. As she watched Riku turn his direction to jog into the yard, slowing down to stand a foot or two away, it was clear to Hibiki that the boy had run all this way. She took note of the sweat rolling down his face and the panting, his lips parted as he breathed heavily. What also caught her attention was the fact that both him and the boy he was carrying was wearing black, but what for?

Now in her sitying position, she eyed the boy, a brow raised, but shook her head and let the welcoming smile spread across her features. "Looks like he was very important." She commented on how Riku had rushed over to see her. Pushing herself from the porch to stand on the concrete pathway, Hibiki placed her hands on her hips, looking toward Riku, waiting for him to say something back, but her eyes widened when she realized who was in his arms.

Another person that was better than her in every way. He was a second year in U.A., while she was just preparing to take the Entrance Exams the next day. She just could not be around them together. "Uh!"

"Stop spacin' out." Riku wanted to exclaim, settling with just the raising of his voice at her. Lowering himself, he began laying the body of the uncomfortable Izuku on the concrete, gently setting his head down with his hand. "I need you to use that Quirk to find the poison in him."

"Hm?" With her hands still on her hips, Hibiki's eyes were the only thing that moved on her, shifting down to look down at Riku and how considerate he was being. If only he was like this to begin with. Her attention set on the body of Izuku for a second, she could not help but feel like the third best, and this was what kept going through her mind. It was hard not to. Though she could not deny them help as she wanted to be a Hero ever since her school life had begun to fade. "Even if i wanted to help," While saying this, she crouched down and over the body of Izuku. "I'd have to use my Quirk to find the poison and delete it, but I need the sounds."

"W-what?" Riku blinked as his eyes searched the face of the girl, finally able to see something else that differed from her feigned smile, this being replaced by a short frown. The girl was on eye level with him now, his blood red orbs finding her blue-greens. "I thought you wou-"

"I haven't done this before." She cut in, shifting so that she was on her own knees, holding both her hands over his chest. With her eyes half lidded, more serious and focused, she grunted to herself. "If you want to help, make the noise of a Sonar for me." She try to use this as a way to locate poison and not a person.

"I'm not doin' somethin' so stupid." Turning his head away from Hibiki, Riku wanted to ignore the smallest of blushes on his cheeks, embarrassed by just the thought itself. "You make it."

"I don't know the noise." She growled, each second of her being around feeling like torture to her. Normally, she was not so standoffish, but having to help someone she felt was much better than her just brought a bad taste to her mouth. "You're wasting more time than you need." Her hands were still being held over the chest of Izuku, his labored breathing really starting to worry her. "If I can find it, it'll be easy to erase or corrupt it."

"Mhmmm..." With his lips pursed, not liking this whatsoever, Riku found himself more embarrassed than not being tasked with making a noise. While it was not such a terrible task for most, he did not like making a fool of himself, but when he thought more on it, it was for Izuku. "Stupid, Little Izuku. Tch." Sucking his teeth, he turned his head to face forward once more, but his eyes was closed, head aimed downward. "Ping...ping...ping..." He noised out, these being how he thought a submarine sonar sounded like, being an airy, pinging noise.

"Good." Was all Hibiki said, attempting to adjust her Quirk for a search of any volatile substances within Izuku.

[Hibiki Inoue. Quirk: Onomatopoeia - Hibiki can speak a word of onomatopoeia and the association she had formed with the word will be brought about. The intensity and the effect of the word depends on how loudly she or someone near speaks the word and the word itself, for example whispering "sizzle" next around a metal pipe would heat it up, where yelling "sizzle" would heat it until red.]

"And look," Something had peaked Hibiki's interest as see searched for the poison within Izuku. It would not have taken long even if she wanted, so, when she found what she was looking for, she nodded. "Swoosh..." Copying the sound for a moderate gust of wind, she used her right hand and and swiped it off to the side.

After this occurred, Izuku's breathing had regained a normal pace, steady and balanced for the most part.

"You see," Hibiki smirked as she looked up to Riku, snapping her fingers, not paying much attention to how his head was still hung and his eyes were still closed. "As easy as that."

"Hm." Riku made sure not to acknowledge the girl, his eyes opening to look over the body of Izuku, taking note of his sweating and how it decreased greatly. "Little Izuku," Using the back of his left hand, he parted the cheek of the boy. "Wake up." He told as he continued to pat his cheek, a frown on his face.

As she watched the boy do this, Hibiki tilted her head, finally asking the question that had been in her mind ever since they arrived. "How did this happen-"

"I still don't like you." Riku allowed her to finish her sentence, but did not allow her to fully receive an answer, this making Hibiki's eyes widen. As he patted the cheek of Izuku, he continued. "Though I appreciate you helpin' me, you're still fake, an' I don't want that junk rubbin' off on me."

"Uh!" A grunt leaving her mouth, taken back by the words, this bringing her to her feet faster than anything could. Did he just point out a flaw of her. "Well, if I'm so fake!" In an instant, she had made her way into her house, standing on the other side of the door with it in her hand. "Get the hell off of my property!"

Bam!

Eyes squeezing close from the slamming of the door, Riku flinched, his shoulders hiking from the loud noise. Settling after the noise almost jarred him, His blood red eyes opened, stating something to himself. "Guess she can't take criticism either." He shook his head.

Feeling the soft pats on his cheek, his eyes fluttered, cracking open to show the green in them, first seeing the cloudy sky above him, but the feeling of his cheek being hit drew him to Riku and his blood red eyes. "I'm...woke now..." Deadpanning, Izuku said this as the boy was still patting his cheek despite locking eyes with him. Though he felt more fatigue in his body than he should, everything felt fine.

"Good." Stopping the sequence of pats against his cheek, Riku let loose a sigh, sitting in silence for just a second before speaking. "I guess this is the world tellin' you to not rush in on a situation on your own." He said, both his eyes closed.

Izuku didn't say anything, shifting, grunting so he could sit up, propping himself up with his hands to only look down at his lap, not saying anything to Riku. He didn't want to embarrass him. Maybe it was the boy automatically thinking he was put into an unconscious state by the poison that allowed him to admit he was his friend. The entire time he was awake, listening to Riku as he ran him over to get the poison out of him. He was more caring than he let on, and that was a great aspect that he usually did not let on. Plus, he remembered what he did at the shop, and that didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Anyway," Putting both his hands on his knees, Riku let out a soft grunt, gathering to his feet as he dusted himself off. "Can you stand?"

Izuku nodded, though it was shaky. "I think so." Pulling his legs back to gather to his feet, the green haired boy attempted to stand up on his own, but his balance was unsteady even before he got to his feet. "Whoa!" His eyes were wide, reaching out to nothing in particular with his right hand as he fell back down.

But he was stopped by the grabbing of his hand, Riku keeping him from falling back down to his butt, the boy looking down to him with his permanent scowl. "Here." Pulling Izuku up to his feet, he tossed the fatigued boy's arm over his shoulder to help him stand.

This was another show of how kind he was, and Izuku couldn't help but take note of this, looking over to the side and smiling about this.

"What're you so happy 'bout?" Riku asked rhetorically, looking forward. "We gotta start movin' before she starts her barkin' again." He said as he began pulling him along.

"Right." Izuku nodded, moving his weak legs along. And that girl's Quirk was rather unexpected also. She honestly had a chance at being far better that Riku himself

End

Mikoto Tsukuchi. Quirk: Sever owned by AnonymousAK

Ari Guntai. Quirk: Worm Toxin owned by ThalioTP

Hibiki Inoue. Quirk: Onomatopoeia owned by Birdley

Now, I will tell all of you now that next Friday, a very, very, VEEEERRY important(to me) game is coming out, so updates may be a little shoddy, so I'll propose something to you. With the shortage of characters introduced in this chapter, I want to do a short chapter(probably 6 to 7 thousand words long) highlighting some of the character(like five or six). This will be a chapter for only them and not my characters, so if you see any of them, just think of it as a cameo.

If I do this, it should be up next Thursday or Friday. If this sounds alright to you, tell me your favorite part of the chapter