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Kyouka awoke from a deep, dark slumber. As she roused, blinking away the remnants of her sleep, she found herself seated in a dim room. Her head and arms had been resting on the smooth, cold, wooden table before her.
"Hmm?" She mumbled. "Where am I?"
As her mismatched crimson and violet eyes adjusted to the low light, she realized she was in what appeared to be a conference room. The U-shaped table was surrounded by chairs. Blinking away the last of her drowsiness, she was overcome by a wave of confusion. How did I get here?
Then she remembered.
The attack, watching her friends being taken down around her, being shot and falling unconscious... Now, as she looked around, she realized that she was not alone.
"Yaomomo?" Kyouka looked to her right. "And Denki..." She looked towards her left to see the electric boy.
Around the table, she identified Yuga, Mezou, Ochako, and Mei. They all seemed to be asleep. As she continued glancing about, she realized something odd. In the corner of the room was a surveillance camera, staring down at her with a round, dark lens. I've never seen any cameras like that around the school before... Unnerved by its watchful gaze, Kyouka decided to step outside.
She got up, trying not to let her chair creak too loudly, and walked over to the door. It opened without trouble. Outside in the hall, however, things didn't look any better. The windows had been covered with massive metal plates. Huge, iron screws bolted them to the wall, preventing any sunlight from streaming in. Their only indication of time was to trust the clocks on the walls.
Kyouka trotted over to the nearest one and leaned on one of the bolts, putting her entire body weight on it in an attempt to move it. The hunk of rough metal didn't even budge a millimeter. Huffing, she stepped back, scrutinizing the plate. "Maybe I can wake up Yaomomo, and she could create something and get us out... Mezou's strong too. And Yuga's laser..."
Kyouka re-entered the room, glancing up at the sign next to the doorframe as she walked by. It read, "Conference Room A".
The tomboy approached the Creation girl. "Yaomomo? Yaomomo?" She gently shook her friend's shoulder.
Yaomomo groaned and blinked open her stormy gray eyes. "Wh- Kyouka?" She lifted her head off of the table. "Where are we?"
"A conference room in U.A., I think. The windows are bolted shut." She gestured outside through the open door. "Could you help me with the bolts?"
"Of course." Yaomomo got up and stepped out to take a look. Meanwhile, Kyouka awoke the others in a similar fashion.
Once the group was gathered outside, Yaomomo rolled up her sleeve, then closed her eyes. Two awkward heartbeats later, during which everybody stared blankly at her, she reopened her eyes and blinked down at her arm, confused.
"Strange. I can't use my quirk. What about you, Kyouka?"
"Um..." Kyouka willed her earphone jacks to extend and hit the ground. They didn't respond to her wishes, staying limp and draping on her shoulders. "I can't... Maybe it's something from that bullet I'd been shot with. It gave me this tingly feeling."
"Yeah, were those real bullets?" Ochako asked, worry tugging at her voice. "They did feel weird... even stranger is that all of my wounds have been healed. There's not a trace of any of them."
"We better find our classmates first, though. They've got to be around here somewhere," Mezou suggested.
Together, Kyouka, Yaomomo, Denki, and their friends began wandering about. They quickly found out that they were on the fourth floor of the U.A. main building. Venturing to the teachers' lounge and Recovery Girl's office, they found Rikidou, Fumikage, Tsuyu, and Shouto and Katsuki. Kyouka had discovered the latter pair arguing in the lounge.
Going downstairs, the cafeteria was abandoned. Denki discovered a second kitchen separate from Lunch Rush's main cook-space at the borders of the cafeteria, just across the hall from it. The door had been previously labeled 'Staff Only' and was locked during school hours. Now, it was open to all.
Upon further examination, the group found out it was just another high-end kitchen of sorts, while also acting as a food storage area for some massive bags of flour, rice, and other cooking ingredients. They found not a single soul, though- no villains, no staff, not even any fellow students. The shiny new surveillance cameras on the ceiling watched their every step with buzzing lenses.
Venturing further down to the ground level -or floor zero-, the group found Nejire, Mirio, and Tamaki passed out in a pile in the Principal's Office. Once awakened, they joined their search party. All of their wounds had been healed, too, much to Kyouka's suspicion.
Other than the students, the entirety of U.A. was abandoned. Only the hall and classroom lights were on, too, leaving the rest of the rooms dim until Denki managed to jumpstart the electricity by by locating the switch in the Main Office and pulling it. The stairway leading to the other building was blocked by a gate that not even Rikidou, Mezou, and Mirio could open, and the front door had transformed into a massive, intricate-looking iron barricade that was also unopenable.
Moving back up to floor two, Mezou discovered Eijirou and Tenya in the trophy room bordering the indoor gym. The trophies, ribbons, and medals were all still intact in the glass case, and the U.A. pride banners still hung from the ceiling. On the second floor, Kyouka found Tooru and Hitoshi wandering the halls, trying to remove the bolts on the windows. When they ran into each other, Kyouka couldn't help but yelp aloud in shock.
"T-Tooru!" She stammered. "You're... visible!"
The previously invisible girl had lost her transparency. Her tan skin, red eyes, and shoulder-length black hair were completely foreign to Kyouka's eyes. The only way she recognized her was from her voice.
"Yeah, I dunno what happened," Tooru mumbled, embarrassed, scratching the back of her head. "I just woke up like this. I mean, at least I was clothed back there at the dorms."
After a bit of fuss over Tooru's visible form, the group managed to recollect and continue their exploration.
Upon further examination, they discovered that the classrooms on floors five and six had been altered. As they entered their former homeroom, they were met by a small, triangular space with two locked doors leading further into the space. One had the nametag 'Bakugou, Katsuki' on it, while the other read 'Kirishima, Eijirou'. Eijirou stated he had no idea what it meant.
On the fifth floor, Izuku and Kouji were found in the hallway, trying to break down the windows. A couple doors over, Mashirao, Hanta, and Mina were examining a surveillance camera they had broken off the ceiling.
Once all 24 students were together, standing in a confused huddle before the stairway to floor six, they began sharing their discoveries and looking to each other for comfort. The mysteriously healed wounds of some of the students didn't help with the atmosphere, either. Unfortunately, they were quickly interrupted by the a loud screeching noise from a nearby speaker. Taken by surprise, half the class screamed in a mixture of surprise and terror.
As the speaker crackled to life, an all-too familiar voice echoed from its passages.
"Mmh, testing? Ah, you can hear me, I can tell. Let me make a few announcements." Shigaraki's voice was being broadcasted over the PA system. Nobody dared to move or make a sound. Kyouka herself stared up at the speaker, her heart thumping in her throat. Why..? How..?!
"Now, let me make this clear: we will not harm you physically unless you initiate violence. We have brought you all here to live together in the safe-place that is U.A. High. We've even cleared out this area of the building for you. So, uh, welcome to your new home, I guess. You'll be here until you die, so get comfortable."
A beat of stunned silence.
"Go down to the Principal's office. There's a box on the desk with your new dorm keys in it. Get the key with your name on it and go to the room on the tag. Wash up, the lot of you, and change. We've provided outfits for the occasion as well; how some appreciation and put them on, then go to the auditorium on floor one. Quickly, now."
Just as abruptly as it had begun, Shigaraki's drawling voice crackled to silence.
A moment later, all hell broke loose.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Mina screeched, hands on her head with a death-grip on her horns. "AND WHAT HAPPENED TO EVERYONE ELSE HERE?"
"Yes, what has happened to this place?" Yaomomo asked softly, amidst the voices increasing in volume around her. "First we wake up at U.A. without our quirks, then there's the classrooms, and now Shigaraki is operating the speakers..."
"Hurry up," Shigaraki drawled from the speakers above once more. Everybody froze and quickly rushed down the stairs. They re-entered the Principal's office as instructed. Kyouka's eyes immediately landed on the large box on the desk. Strange, she thought. That wasn't there when we found the Big Three in here earlier.
Regardless, she silently walked along with the others to the desk. Since she was at the front of the group, she made it her duty to hand some of the others' keys to them when she grabbed them in search of her own. They were all on aluminum rings, a variety of colorful, acrylic tags and metallic keys sifted through by her fingers. After a minute, she found her own at the bottom of the box. 'Jirou, Kyouka' was on the front of the plastic tag. On the back of it, 'Ultimate Musician' was emblazoned in silver lettering. Whatever that meant.
The key itself was a silver color, speckled with dark purple flecks. '1-K' was engraved on it. She would've thought it were cool, had it not been provided by the Villain League. "Come on, guys," Izuku said, snapping Kyouka's attention away from her key. "We should probably head to our rooms. It's not like we can fight these guys without our quirks, anyway."
Everybody separated in a hush, traveling up the stairs in small clusters towards their new dorms.
There's got to be more to this, Kyouka thought fearfully as she approached 1-K. I wonder what the villains' plan is.
Mirio strode up the stairs, flanked by Tamaki and Nejire.
"Do you have any idea what's happening?" Nejire suddenly asked, her voice hushed.
"No," Mirio replied softly as they reached the landing. "But whatever it is, I'm sure we'll all get through it!" He instinctively attempted to grasp a sliver of light at the end of the tunnel. At his immediate right was Classroom 1-B. 1-G and 1-H were just down the next hall. Out of reflex, his eyes flickered towards the two at his side.
Looking down at Nejire, Mirio saw the uneasiness in her crystal-blue eyes. The sight of such negativity displayed by her, the brightest member of the Big Three, was enough to cast a haze of gloom over everyone in the surrounding vicinity. He wished she'd smile again. Nejire didn't wear the upset look well.
Tamaki, on the other hand, looked terrified. He was pressing rather close to Mirio's side, his eyes fixed to his feet. Concern washed over Mirio as he observed the boy's hunched stance. The blonde took his hand, causing Tamaki to jump before gratefully lacing their fingers together. He's trembling.
Going down the hall, Nejire entered 1-H, joining Mei, leaving Mirio with Tamaki. The two made their way into 1-G, entering the triangular common area. Mirio let go of Tamaki's hand and tried his metallic-gold key in the keyhole. The door clicked open with ease.
"Meet you here later?" Mirio asked his partner. The ravenette nodded before slowly slipping into his own room. The blonde watched Tamaki's door click shut before entering his new dorm. He shut the door and looked around, taking in his surroundings.
The rectangular room had light blue flooring and white walls, just like the classroom had been before. There were scuff marks on the floor, so the villains most likely just took out all the desks and removed the podium and chalkboard. How they did that was another question, albeit one Mirio was uninterested in.
At the base of the new wall separating Mirio and Tamaki's rooms was a bumpy row of hard cement. Cementoss' quirk, he realized as he brushed his fingers along the ridges. But how..?
No. No way. Mirio swiftly got up. No way would the villains manage to do that.
Well, All for One did beat All Might, the BEST hero, a nasty voice at the back of Mirio's head noted. Who's to say the lower ranks wouldn't follow suit?
Shaking off his unease, Mirio busied himself by continuing to look around. One corner of the otherwise perfect rectangular room was cut off by another segment of wall. Probably just a construction thing, with the three separate areas and all. There was a bed, too. The sheets were crisp and finely made, and the head of the bed was up against the wall. A set of clothing, consisting of a suit, bow, tie, pants, and dress shoes, was laying on top of it. Behind the bed, the windows had metal plates and large screws on them, just like in the hallway. On the ceiling, a security camera and monitor hung, gazing over the room.
Next to the bed was a desk and cabinet. There was a set of stationary on the table, along with a note. Mirio picked it up to read it over.
Welcome to your new dorm. They're all monitored by cameras, but we won't intrude on your privacy too much. In one cabinet, you will find a toolkit. A solid blow to the head should do the job, but you could certainly be more creative. Your outfit is on the bed. One spare set is folded up in one of the cabinets. If you mess both up, that's your problem. Casual sleepwear is also provided. You can wash your clothes in the laundry room, which you can surely find later. Enjoy your stay.
-Overhaul
Confused, but sickened at the fact the letter was handwritten by Chisaki, Mirio crumpled up the paper and threw it in the waste bin next to the cabinet.
He proceeded to walk over to the other end of the room, where there was another wall and a door. When he opened it, it revealed a bathroom. I suppose I should take a shower, Mirio thought. I'm certainly not going to be the one testing out what happens if you don't do as they said, especially since there's cameras...
Mirio took off his dirty clothes. He quickly realized that his former wound -a gash made by a knife- was gone. The skin on his arm was now undamaged. Unnerved, he opted to not ponder over it and quickly got to showering instead. Afterwards, Mirio decided to put on his new... school outfit? Uniform? Whatever the villains wanted to call this ridiculous thing.
It was a gothic-style black and white suit set, with a white dress shirt underneath. White lace bordered the dark cuffs, and there were twin white stripes on the flaps. The dress pants had two white lace patterns on them as well. The black and white outfit was adorned with a dash of color, in the form of a pair of dark maroon dress shoes and a red tie, along with a silver bowtie.
He turned to a mirror standing against the wall with the dorm entrance door to examine his look. I don't look too bad, I suppose... the white lace is a bit odd, though. At least there was hair gel in the bathroom.
Mirio quickly exited the room, only for his eyes to land on a familiar mop of black hair as he shut the door. "Tamaki!" he exclaimed. "You were quick!"
The boy in question merely looked down at his feet, his arms crossed over his chest and his fingers fiddling with his tie. He wore a simple black suit and dark blue tie with a white dress shirt underneath, along with dark gray dress pants and black shoes. I'd say he looks nice, if only his expression were a little less troubled.
Mirio inclined his head and reached out one hand to softly rest it on Tamaki's back, gathering him in. The ravenette limply allowed him to hug him and let his head fall forward, his nose pressed into Mirio's shoulder.
Mirio could feel his warm breath through the cloth. "Are you okay?" he asked in a soft voice.
"Mmh, yeah," Tamaki muttered into Mirio's neck, his body relaxing, but still stiff. "Just... scared."
The latter took Tamaki's arms in his hands and gently pushed him back so they were now gazing into each other's eyes- Mirio's concerned and gentle, Tamaki's anxious and dull.
"I'm always here if you need m-"
"No, it's fine." Tamaki didn't elaborate; Mirio didn't push.
The blonde sighed and brushed Tamaki's side-lock of darker navy hair out of his eyes. "Alright then. Everything's going to be okay, okay?" Tamaki tilted his head, and Mirio smiled. "Let's go down to the aud."
The two re-entered the hall, meeting up with Nejire and Mei, who had also changed into their own outfits. The group went downstairs to the second floor, with Tamaki huddling between Mirio and Nejire. They met up with the others outside, before all entering the auditorium in a crowd.
Upon entering the auditorium, they instantly noticed how the entire place looked different. The chairs had been removed, instead providing a space that resembled a halved Colosseum. A massive half-ring of stairs curled inwards towards the stage, on which was the podium and drawn-back red curtains.
Then Mirio's eyes landed on who was actually on the stage.
"Ah. They're here."