Excited for the USJ arc to begin! Although it will probably be different to what everyone expects.
I woke up exhausted the next morning, my head swarming with nightmares, a small pounding present as well.
Lights shattered, a dark shadow surrounded me. I saw Thirteen, the Space Hero, laying on the ground, his suit ripped. A fountain sputtered.
I had seen a lot of dreams, or visions, last night and I lay there for a moment trying to see if I could distinguish between what was just a dream and what was reality. Some of the things I'd seen though… it made no sense.
Sleep pulled at me again and before I could fall back asleep I crawled out of bed and made my way down to the kitchen. Time to start the day, I guess.
When I made my way into the classroom I paused by Mina's desk and spoke with her and the boys.
It's nice, I thought as I sat on the edge of Mina's desk. I feel like I can really relax when I'm with them. I yawned loudly and Sero gave me an inquisitive look from his desk.
"You alright there, Mirai? You look really tired."
"I'm fine, I just had trouble sleeping last night. I had a lot of visions."
Mina grew excited at that and looked like she was going to bounce out of her chair as she looked up at me. But before she could ask anything Iida interrupted us.
"Himori! The desks are not an appropriate place to sit! Please return to your seat before class starts!"
The boys snickered and Mina looked down with a giggle as I hopped off the desk with a sigh.
"Sorry, Iida," I said with a grin, as I made my way to my seat.
Classes that morning were pretty boring and I tried to stay awake, although I yawned quite regularly.
"Are you okay, Mirai? You look so tired. Did you sleep at all last night?" Ochaco whispered to me and I smiled at her and gave her a nod, glancing forward to make sure Iida wasn't going to notice.
"It's fine, I just didn't sleep as much as I wish I had." She nodded, seeming to accept my excuse before turning to the front again. Sheesh, I must look like a zombie, I thought, with how many people were asking if I was alright.
I yawned again and let my cheek rest on my hand as I stared out the window. I really should be paying attention, but English was surprisingly my best class. I don't know why I picked it up so easily, and Present Mic was currently yammering on about phrasing or something as I zoned out and stared through the window.
Shoto caught my attention as he sat there, listening to the teacher and I frowned at him. He hadn't acknowledged me at all today, not when I walked into the room, not even between classes. It shouldn't have been that surprising, since that was how majority of the last three months had gone. But over the week he had actually interacted with me far more than normal. I'd almost grown used to him giving me a nod in the morning or communicating silently through just eyebrows.
He obviously felt my stare because his eyes slid towards me.
I turned my attention away immediately and attempted to control my blush. How come when he stared at me he could keep his cool? I sighed. Shoto continued to watch me from the corner of his eye and I ignored him and the tightening in my chest as I thought about our relationship.
Somehow, our complicated relationship had become even more so since we started at UA together. I didn't know if it was the forced interaction or always having him in such close proximity, but I had a moment of being almost sad that our engagement wouldn't last. I quickly shook off the thought though. That was ridiculous, and it made no sense. It was a forced relationship that was currently mutually beneficial, and once school was over I might never see him again anyway.
It all made me wonder though. I had blocked off visions of Shoto weeks ago, but perhaps now that we went to school together it would be alright if I had a peek…
Hesitantly, I allowed the barricade I'd put up between me and visions of Shoto to lift. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt much, but since it had been blocked off for so long, several things flashed through my mind.
Shoto's back as he walked away from me. Sitting at lunch and noticing him watching from a distance before we both looked away from each other. Shoto and I walking down the hall together, holding hands. I laughed at something and he gave me a small smile before he leant down to ki-
I let go of the visions with a shout and realised that I'd actually fallen out of my chair in the effort to remove myself from the vision.
Holy shit.
The class stopped and turned to me for a moment, wondering what the hell I'd managed to do and Shoto stared down at me from his desk with a bewildered look.
I immediately looked away from him as my cheeks turned a firetruck red, yet again. What was that? I can count the amount of times I've seen him smile on one hand, and why were we holding hands? Where we really about to…? I pulled myself off the ground and back into my chair as the class laughed.
"Mirai!" Ochaco whispered as she held her hands over her face in an attempt to hide her giggles. The rest of the class was less successful.
"Heeyyy, Himori, what are you doing?! I'm trying to teach a class up here!" Present Mic called from the front while he waved a piece of chalk around madly.
"S-sorry, sensei! I just… saw something I didn't expect."
The class's laughter died off as they returned their attention to the front and I stared down at my desk, trying to make sense of things.
I knew Shoto was watching me from his seat but I ignored him as I looked determinedly down at my hands. Staring fixedly at the wrinkles and creases. These were all potential futures because of the path we were on right then, it didn't necessarily mean anything. But the fact that there was a potential future where Shoto and I were together gave me a feeling in my stomach that I didn't really understand.
I felt another yawn come on and tried to stifle it. Today was going to be a long day.
By the time lunch came around, I had a sick feeling in my stomach, like I'd swallowed a bunch of rocks and it was weighing me down. It felt like dread, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong, perhaps it was just the dreams from last night.
I wasn't allowed to mope in my own thoughts, however. As soon as I sat down, I was pulled into conversation by Sero. We spoke about what we thought Hero Training might be this afternoon. We teased Denki, who was wondering whether he could ask out the girl who sat a few tables away. Apparently he was oblivious to the fact that she was obviously upset about something before he approached her, and her answer was of course, no. Over the lunch period, the daunting feeling I had eased a little and I managed to relax somewhat.
Of course that feeling came back once we were on the bus to go to our hero basic training that afternoon. Rescue training at an off campus location.
Given what Aizawa had said in class, I assumed that the lesson was originally only meant to be one or two teachers, but they had added more as a precaution. It made my stomach twist, but I tried to ignore it. I was really getting sick of this ill feeling as I lay back against my seat on the bus.
I was sitting next to Midoriya, facing sideways, after poor Iida's attempt at an organised bus had failed miserably. He was currently bracing his arms on his legs as he looked down in disappointment and I couldn't help but smile at him.
"Uh, H-Himori, are you okay?" A voice asked me and I turned to look at Midoriya who was watching me with wide-eyed, genuine concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't sleep much last night, too many visions." I said for what felt like the eighth time that day, but I gave him a smile to know it was okay that he'd asked.
"Visions? I've been meaning to ask you actually… your visions, how far in advance can you see? Does you viewing the future interfere with it much? I'm assuming so based on what I was told about your battle training the other day. How long can you stay in a vision? Is it just flashes or entire scenes...?"
Midoriya kept talking, his words turning into a furious mumble storm as his thoughts turned inwards in regards to my quirk. I blinked at him, totally thrown. He really thought about people's quirks a lot.
I admired that, I'd seen how it could benefit him in his battle against Bakugo. His intellect was impressive, I couldn't help but be jealous. My fighting style involved analysing people's moves as well since it was necessary. But considering Midoriya's quirk was a power augmentation it wasn't completely necessary for him to learn early on, yet he had.
"Hmm, it kind of changes, there's still a lot of training I need to do with my quirk in order to master it. But in general if I look for a vision the furthest I usually see is a week, maximum, but it takes a lot of strain. Obviously some things are harder to predict than others and I can't see that far. I also have dream visions, and such. And those ones are sometimes years away, but I can never tell how far away one is."
"Years? Interesting, I wonder if it's your quirks way of controlling it from becoming too powerful, like a safety switch for you. If you can see things so far away it would make sense that you no longer have the option to either search for specific things or be able to tell when it occurred." Midoriya continued talking rapidly and I noticed some of the class was zoning in. I nodded, considering what he'd said. It did make sense. But it was something I wanted to work on, after all, if I could find out when some of those things happened I could perhaps help stop them from occurring.
"Mirai?" A voice spoke, cutting off Midoriya who was continuing to mumble to himself, looking in deep thought. I turned to Asui, who was on the other side of him.
"Yes, Asui?"
"Call me Tsuyu. What was it that you saw in your visions last night?"
I paused, trying to figure out what to say. I figured I may as well tell them the truth, even if I kept some parts hidden.
"I saw us, our class, fighting villains. I think it must have been on our internships, but I don't know what semester."
"Ehh?!"
"Really, Mirai? How cool! I'm so excited to eventually go on internships! We're going to kick butt!"
I tried to smile at them as the class responded, but I felt like it was unsuccessful. It hadn't felt like a very co-ordinated effort on our part in my visions last night, which had me worrying about the circumstances. But I didn't say anything, after all, no need to scare them unnecessarily when it could be years away.
"Yeah, I see a lot of visions in my dreams, it means I generally have trouble sleeping, but I've gotten used to it."
"So, Mirai," Denki called from the other side of the bus and I saw a smirk on his face. My eyes narrowed. "You wearing a wedding ring in some of those visions?"
In the corner of my eye, I saw Shoto sitting near the back of the bus with his eyes closed, twitch. Huh, so he was pretending to sleep yet again. Mina burst out giggling across from me and I gave Denki a hard look.
"I don't know, Kaminari, I'm seeing a vision of you with no hair, so you tell me." I said flatly and he paled. I smiled at him, letting him know he was safe. Probably.
I zoned out of the conversation for a while as my thoughts turned inward. I wondered about what Midoriya had said. Was it perhaps a safety barrier that stopped me from seeing too far without repercussions? What would happen if I forced myself to see more with visions? Or more importantly, what would happen if they overwhelmed me and I couldn't stop them? It was yet another thing to consider.
I hated that I felt so unprepared with my quirk when we'd arrived at UA. Sure, I had good control in certain aspects, but with what had happened at lunch yesterday, you couldn't say that I had it all under control.
I knew there were a lot of other people who had downsides to their quirks that they hadn't learnt to manage yet. Midoriya, for example. Every time he'd used his quirk that I'd seen he hurt himself. At least I was better than that.
A shout shook me from my thoughts and I turned to Bakugo yelling as he stood up from his seat.
"What the hell! You wannna fight?!" He yelled at, was that Tsuyu who'd pissed him off?
"See?" She said to the class in response and I assumed that was a yes. Amusement grew in me as I watched.
"We haven't known each other that long, so it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage."
Silence for a moment, before I burst out laughing loudly, clutching my sides. What the hell was that, Denki? How long have you been holding on to it?
"What's with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill you." Bakugo continued to shout and I continued to laugh, the tension easing from me every moment. Denki just shrugged at Bakugo's anger and it kept my mirth alive.
The two continued to argue, or could it just be banter? And I noticed Midoriya next to me looking disturbed by the turn of events. Before I could say anything though, Aizawa announced that we were here from the front.
The class died down as excitement grew. I couldn't help but also feel excited. Rescue training was going to be interesting. I could be extremely useful, or extremely useless, depending on the type of disaster, and I was eager to try out a few ideas.
We filed out of the bus and into a parking lot and I looked up at the structure in front of us. It looked huge. If I was correct, it was the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, which was a building filled with enclosed areas with different rescue scenarios.
"Everyone, I've been waiting for you." I turned to the new voice and froze. It was the Space Hero, Thirteen. Everybody around me reacted excitedly and I would have as well, Thirteen was an incredible hero. If it wasn't for the fact that I was remembering what I'd seen last night.
I saw Thirteen, the Space Hero, laying on the ground, his suit ripped.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. It wasn't pleasant, knowing at some point in the future Thirteen would be defeated. He wasn't a hero who went into combat often either which made it more disturbing. But I shook my head to clear it. That vision could be months, years, away. I shouldn't worry about it now.
"Let's go inside without delay." Thirteen continued and I followed him and the rest of the class inside slowly, trying to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach that was once again rising.
The class gaped in awe at the complex and I couldn't help but agree with them, it was even bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Thirteen described the place.
"A shipwreck, a landslide, a fire, a windstorm, etcetera." He spoke, pointing to different locations, some contained in smaller domes. "It is a training ground that I made with different types of accidents and disasters. It's called the 'Unforeseen Simulation Joint', or 'USJ' for short!"
Aizawa walked up to Thirteen to speak with him and I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing as my heartrate began to spike. The feeling of dread was returning and with it was a dull ache forming in my head.
Thirteen returned his attention to the class and I tried to listen but I couldn't understand what he was saying. My head was growing fuzzy and I thought I may throw up.
"Hey, Mirai, are you alright?" I don't even know who spoke, too preoccupied with the nauseous feeling I had and the pain growing in my head.
"I don't feel so good." I muttered in response and took a step away from the group. My stomach was churning. What was causing this? Why did I feel like something terrible was going to happen? Along with the pain, I could feel a pressure in my head, like when there was something significant occurring, but I couldn't quite reach the visions.
I took a few more steps away from the group in an effort to get some fresh air or something. Maybe I was just nervous about the exercise and needed to calm down, I thought deliriously.
I felt eyes on me, probably Aizawa wondering what the hell I was doing, as Thirteen continued to talk. I took a deep breath and stared out across the huge area.
This place really was enormous, each section was large enough to house an entire separate disaster, there were even miniature mountains in here. And in the middle was a courtyard area with a fountain in the ce-
A fountain. The fountain.
It was the same fountain that I'd seen in my dreams last night.
How could I not have realised?
I assumed the visions I saw were all from the future because none of it made sense, everyone was in different locations; water, mountains, and blizzards. But it was all here at USJ. The sick feeling in my stomach increased tenfold as I took a huge step back. I cut Thirteen off as he continued to talk about something that I really didn't care for right then.
"Sensei! We need to get out of here, right now!"
The class turned to me in surprise and there were a few exclamations of shock before they were silenced by Aizawa.
"What is it, Himori?" He asked.
"I-I saw this place last night, in my dreams. There was- we need to get out right now!"
Eijiro, Midoriya and Denki spoke up.
"Wait, your dreams last night?"
"B-but you said we were fighting villains?!"
"I thought you said that was us on internships later on in the year?!"
"Enough." Aizawa spoke as he scanned USJ. "Everyone, outside now!"
Thirteen started ushering the students towards the door and I was so thankful that they were listening to me. I began to follow them. We'd barely made it half way there though when the lights flickered, then they went out.
Pain exploded in my head, unlike anything I'd ever felt before as I was attacked by visions. I screamed so loud my voice cracked.
"Mirai!"
"Himori! What's wrong?"
I couldn't respond, I couldn't focus. All I could feel was blinding pain in my head as I stumbled and fell to my knees, holding my head in my hands.
Ojiro. Surrounded by flames and villains. Two villains rushed at Koda who stood helplessly in an alleyway and a shadow rushed at them. A hand stretched towards a face, Asui. Skin crumbled. I heard screams, I saw lightning. Denki, being held up by a villain. There was the crunch of bone and a shout of pain. A monster stood in front of me, its eyes bulging and its brain visible. A pool of blood stretched out from someone lying motionless on the floor.
The pain was excruciating, unlike anything I'd ever felt before and I felt liquid dripping from my nose. I didn't know if it was blood or if I'd started crying from the images I saw. So much was happening, I couldn't control it. I screamed again and heard my name being called.
I could see the class in my mind's eye, frozen in terror as they watched me. They weren't going to the exit. They needed to leave.
"Go! Get out!" I shouted at them.
Someone knelt in front of me and I could feel them feeling along the side of my visor before they pressed a button. The button that should nullify my quirk.
Nothing happened.
I heard a whiring sound before what sounded like something breaking, and the smell of smoke. It hadn't worked. My quirk was reacting too strongly.
"Shit. It's not working." A familiar tenor muttered above me, almost drowned out by my continual screaming.
The pain wasn't going away, it was increasing. I screamed again, gripping on to the person in front of me.
"Sensei! Her quirk!" A voice spoke again, it sounded so far away. Was that Yaoyorozu?
Suddenly the visions disappeared. The pain didn't stop. It dampened slightly and I managed to muffle my screams against one of my hands as I fell forward into the person in front of me. I could hear people talking again.
"What happened to her? Was that her quirk?"
"What was she seeing?"
"We need to get out of here!"
"Guys, by the fountain, what is that?"
I could feel everything slipping away, I tried to fight it but I knew it was a losing battle. My head hurt, my eyes hurt.
"We need to get out." I whispered hoarsely to the person I was leaning against. I couldn't even open my eyes to look at them as I felt everything fading.
The last thing I felt was a cool hand cupping my face before everything disappeared.
Well, that was exciting!
I've got an even bigger surprise for you guy's next chapter.
Ooohh the drama. I'm sorry if anyone thinks it's melodramatic, but I feel that this is how it would play out if it were an actual storyline. I mean, the stuff she would be seeing is horrifying when she's a few days into her first year of high school, and the amount of key events and simple decisions that would happen at USJ would be crazy. Hopefully you guys don't mind it being a bit intense, but if it wants to fit the show that's how I view it. And I enjoyed writing it!
