Medama finally tells Shinsou her quirk. A few things go wrong but it's alright. And Shinsou prepares to walk into the Lion's Den- Meeting Outside Of School. *gasp* Check the Notes at the end for info on other characters- I've got a new section I'm calling CLASS 1-C UA Files. This chapter has: Kiroku Eiga and Gaiaku Raizuma. There NO. is based on their seating chart.
(also i was going to hold off on posting this chapter cause i finished it super fast but im terrible and horrible and the urge is too greeeat)
Her breath is heavy in front of her face.
It hangs in the air, the only warmth- soon to disappear. She can't help but focus on it. It's the only thing she can see after all, and it's the only thing keeping her thoughts from running off, from turning into panicked babblings and desperate pleas- because it's a reminder. That she's still breathing. Despite the cold settling over her limbs, despite the pain, the nipping, freezing chill of winters air- she's still alive.
She's still alive.
She doesn't mention the pulsating, overwhelming throbbing throughout her body; the pain that beats unendingly, not unlike a heartbeat, and the heat that seems to boil her blood. It's frostbite, hypothermia; and it feels like a raging fire, one that festers and is unbearable with each passing second. Making it harder and harder to think, to feel anything ; other than pressure- she's still alive. She's still alive. Her breath is proof, it doesn't matter that her eyes are getting heavy, that she can't actually feel her body anymore and that her heartbeat seems to somehow both grow faster and quieter at the same time.
She can still try. She can still move .
Something rumbles and screeches, her very world seems to collapse around her and she gasps as the pressure increases and, somehow, the biting cold gets worse, even though she hadn't thought that possible. She wheezes, sucking in a breath that seems to shock her lungs and cause her very body to stutter-
Medama comes back to herself with the sound of rushing water still echoing in her ears.
"Two minutes."
"Wh- Wha…?"
"Your seizure. It lasted two minutes."
Right.
Right .
She'd nearly forgotten- or gotten as close to forgetting as she could- that she'd heard her watch start beeping in warning. A sudden seizure coming on, surprising her so much that she'd dragged Shinsou along with her despite his protests and asked him to keep count before she'd quite suddenly collapsed on the floor.
She blinks dazedly, suddenly realizing that Shinsou is now leaning over her with barely concealed concern.
"Medama?"
"Y-Yes."
"You just had another seizure."
"Oh? Did I?" She mumbles, feeling a bit lightheaded. Her voice comes out in a slight wheeze. "Was it bad?"
"...It looked like you were just staring. But your eyelids were going crazy. Like- twitchy."
"Aa."
She's suddenly hit by a wave of guilt. A hand coming up to massage her clammy forehead and brush some of her hair from her eyes, her body felt shaky and limp and she was hit by just… waves and waves of tiredness that threatened to keep her laying down on the floor of the empty classroom they'd just barely managed to duck into.
"Sorry, Shin-sou." Her words come out soft and the little pseudo-nickname is drawn out three times longer than it normally is. "Thank you for helping. I know there's probably better ways to spend your lunch."
He squints at her. Head tilting.
Then says, thinly: "Don't worry 'bout it."
She nods, head still swimming.
"You can ask, you know. It's fine."
"..." He opens his mouth, frowns, and then takes her up on the opportunity: "What's wrong with you?"
Medama fucking snorts with laughter.
Shinsou's ears burn red and he rubs the back of his neck.
"Y-You gotta work on your bedside manner-!" She chokes, clutching her stomach as she laughs. "I c-can't breathe, Sh-in-sou!"
"...I'm leaving."
"Wait, no!" She grabs his arm, pulling him back and manages to calm down, cheeks flushed pink and a crooked grin on her face. "I just didn't expect you to be so blunt there."
Though, she supposes she shouldn't have expected anything different.
"It's my quirk. Or at least, part of it is. It's… I suppose you can say it's a symptom." She pointedly ignores how that catches Shinsou's attention and immediately has him turning to her in interest. To be honest, she's surprised it hasn't come up yet. Popping the quirk question… it always seemed like the first thing people asked nowadays, before even asking for a person's name. It was- quite honestly, gross.
(Shinsou had never asked because she never had. He hadn't wanted to breach the topic, afraid that she'd want him to reciprocate.
He doesn't realize that that little act of discretion is one of the main things that pulled her towards him so quickly.
Even now, he doesn't ask.
Just looks at her and waits.)
Medama smiles, trying to stand up. She wobbles on her feet and has to use him as a support but she manages it, and some of the warmth returns to her limbs. "My… quirk is called Remembrance. It's basically an eidetic memory on some kind of steroids."
She sees his eyes glance up to her hair.
Can see the question he doesn't voice.
"The horns are a partial mutation from my dad's side of the family. The eyes from my mom. If that helps. The quirk is a mix of the two's- Astral Projection and Advanced Memory."
"'Astral Projection?'"
She laughs, sounding nervous.
And if Shinsou is seeing things correctly, she looks incredibly tense. "Yes, well, I- uh. So here's the thing. My memory is kind of… too advanced. In that. It's not really only my memory."
Shinsou leans away from her quite suddenly.
There's a sudden alarm and tension and paranoid look on his face that has Medama feeling a little sick to have directed at her.
"...You can see others ?"
Aa, shit.
" No! No, nothing like that." She is very quick to dissuade that thought because she can see how his mind is reeling from the notion. And she doesn't point out how it's hypocritical of him to find that , of all things, to be a deal breaker. "I can only see my own." She feels him more than sees him slowly start to relax, the hand she still has on his arm telling her more than enough. "The problem with that is that there's… at least two sets of my own?"
"...Are you asking me or telling me."
She can see the confusion in his eyes and tries to nonchalantly shrug it off.
"The quirk counselors were briefly thinking of calling my quirk Rebirth. You know, since I'm basically a reincarnation or whatever."
She scrambles to keep talking. Ignoring the fact that she's dropped what she knows can be a bombshell on him and is pointedly refusing to look his way as she scratches the side of her face, laughing a little. Nerves suddenly frayed.
"The seizures come from a form of epilepsy. But they're caused 'cause, well, as much as my quirk is a mutation- the human brain is only really adept at handling one person's life and it struggles to keep up, you know? Having all this information stored in my brain, especially in a school with a lot of people and a lot of things happening all at once, it can get really overwhelming and-"
Shinsou is staring at her.
She knows he's staring at her.
He's at a complete loss for words.
"-I mean, seizures aren't even the worst thing I have to deal with. The claustrophobia I got is honestly way, way suckier and I'd rather not even think about that-"
(Shinsou shuffles the fact that she's claustrophobic to the back of his mind. It doesn't seem too important when compared to the fact that she has literally just admitted to being reincarnated- )
"How old are you?"
He blurts, unable to help himself.
"Fifteen."
That's… a year younger than he was.
Medama blinks. "But I know what you're really asking. I was sixteen when I died."
He opens his mouth, closes it, then: "You're thirty-one."
And watches as, for the first time he's met her, that Medama's face morphs into something cold and angry. He would take a step back if her grip on him hadn't gotten a tad painful. " No . That's. Not how it works."
"But-"
"Would you say that sixteen makes you a grown up, Shinsou ?"
He winces.
(He doesn't admit it but he can't help but feel an uncomfortable pang when she says his name without the emphasis on syllables.)
"No."
"And was I ever a grown up in either of my lives?"
"...No."
"Then what makes you think I'm a grown up now?"
Math, he doesn't say. But he sees her point. "I… get it, Medama." And his own lack of mocking emphasis seems to be enough to shock her back to herself because she jolts a bit- a thin smile spreading across her face before she nods.
Shinsou shifts from foot to foot.
He doesn't like the sudden turn the conversation has taken, unexpected and yet simultaneously predictable. The subject of quirks always seemed to be a touchy subject when it was brought up around him- he just hadn't guessed that he'd be on the receiving end of it today. "So… it gives you epileptic seizures?"
Medama practically, and thankfully, leaps on the safer aspect of the topic. Which Shinsou didn't think was something he ever would have thought- that seizures would be a safer topic.
"Yeah. They've gotten a bit worse lately. But I think that's because of the overload of information- keeping track of everything in a school of hundreds everyday… it gets kinda crazy, if you can imagine."
He can't, not really.
He's still trying to just comprehend the quirk.
Medama bites her lip, "...Thank you. For coming with me. I know how- creepy and uncomfortable my seizures can get. Especially for someone to watch. And, I guess, for not freaking out over the reincarnation aspect of my quirk…"
He opens his mouth to say something, possibly about how it doesn't really matter to him. Not in the long run. Thoughts whirring and answering questions that he hadn't had an answer to before, but is cut off by a shocked voice from next to them- "Your quirk makes you a reincarnation?! That's so cool!"
It's a boy from their class. One with some sort of technology quirk. He's got wild steel grey hair and a kind of built-in camera over one of his eyes.
Shinsou immediately notices Medama clam up, her unhidden eye widening as the guy takes an interested couple steps forward, there's a light on his face- it's blinking. And Shinsou grimaces as his gut tells him the obvious; he's recording .
Neither he nor Medama seem particularly jazzed by that revelation.
In fact, Shinsou blinks and has to crane his head around. Medama is hiding behind him.
"What. Are you doing."
It's actually really impressive. Seeing as how she's pretty close to the same height as him but, he supposes, given how she was way skinnier, that it wasn't all that surprising.
Her voice is muffled, "I can't stand cameras."
But what really has him raising a brow is the completely embarrassed swell of red on her cheeks, the way her eyes squeeze shut, and the way she covers her face with her hands. As if trying to hide. She's actually managing a pretty good job of it considering there's not exactly hiding places in the middle of the hallway. Shinsou ignores the slight pressure from her horns getting buried between his shoulder blades, they're not exactly sharp but they're strangely cold, and instead tosses a bland look at their fellow student that's caused her to turn to… hiding.
"I'm Kiroku Eiga! You're the Brainwashing guy, right? I've never met someone with a quirk like that in real life before, it's like you're straight out of a comic book-!" The guy laughs. "Almost like a super villain." The worst part is, it's not even said tauntingly- it's said as if he's pointing out the obvious, just pointing out facts .
(Shinsou's hands clench at his side, nails digging into the palm of his hands and he keeps his gaze perfectly blank.
He is not allowed to glare.
Especially not when there's a camera in his face. He is not allowed to be threatening, intimidating, or even upset- lest someone spread rumors. Or lest someone take it the wrong way.)
"No."
A brief moment of silence.
Shinsou blinks lazily, slowly. He wasn't the one who spoke.
"Huh?"
The camera on Kiroku's face focuses forward, peering at where the slightest bit of pink hair peeks out from behind Shinsou's shoulder and the edge of a horn glints in the hallway lighting.
"I said- no ." Her voice is muffled, but it's not soft or a whisper. If anything, it's almost too loud, and unshakeable in it's terseness. "He's not like an anything. You're just jumping to conclusions." Medama huffs and Shinsou shivers at the breath near his collar. "And you shouldn't film people without their permission. It's a violation of privacy. And also, pretty sure, low key illegal… given how we're on private property."
Kiroku Eiga's human eye, though notably still with robotic aspects to it, blinks once and then his lips press together in a thin line. Not quite a smile. Not quite a frown.
The blinking light turns off.
"I am just cataloging memoirs of my Highschool life, is that really so bad?"
"Doesn't matter what your intentions are."
Kiroku Eiga's head tilts and he looks like he's about to say something- "Oy, Eiga! Get your ass over here!" It's Gaiaku, peeking into the hall with squinted eyes and a perpetual scowl on his face. "Lunch is almost over, leave those losers alone."
"On my way!"
They wait. Standing in the hall, for the pair of boys to disappear.
"...Is the camera thing a quirk thing too?"
"It's a thing-thing. I've just never enjoyed it."
Maybe it's the fact that Shinsou's heart's still beating incredibly fast from the exchange, that it'd grown even faster when he'd heard Medama speak up, despite using him as a physical shield, but he doesn't call her out on the obvious lie. Isn't even all that bothered by it. Even if it's the most blatant, untruthful thing he'd heard out of her mouth since he'd first met her.
"We should hurry before lunch is ov-"
Too late.
They're interrupted by the bell ringing.
Shinsou tries not to think about how his stomach growls as they're separated by the swarm of students returning to their classrooms.
…
…
Medama had mentioned wanting to make more friends- meet more people. She and Shinsou had been particularly isolated from their classmates since day one and, yes, that was partially a result of both their own doings-
(Look. They're both socially inept at best . They can't be blamed.)
-but this is not what she had in mind.
"Reincarnation?"
She nods.
For once, unable to find her voice. She knows whatever spills from it will be a lie, and a lie, and more lies.
(Laugh it off, she tells herself. They don't have any idea what they're even saying.)
"Wait, so how old are you-? You're not, like, a creepy adult are you?"
"Oh, so have you like- gone to school before? That means you know all the answers on the tests and stuff right?"
"And you remember everything ?"
Kiroku Eiga is a gossip. He's also a rumor-spreader and an overall monger.
And, the worst thing is, she honestly doesn't even think he realizes he's done anything wrong.
(His intention doesn't mean shit. If the results are what they are, she doesn't care what he'd been meaning to do.)
Medama doesn't like to specify her quirk to people. In this way, she understands Shinsou on a level she doesn't think he quite realizes. She doesn't like mentioning the reincarnation bit- and she didn't even know why she'd told him in the first place. She just felt like she could trust him and it was only fair considering how his quirk had been unceremoniously outed before he'd ever even spoken to her.
She'd meant to even the playing ground.
But not in this way.
"Ew. So your like an adult?"
No, she wants to say but they don't give her the chance, I'm the same age as I've always been. One year at a time.
"Can you like legally drink?"
No.
"You must remember everything! That's so cool!"
No. It's not cool.
"Wait, if you remember everything-"
No.
"-then-"
No .
"Do you remember how you died?!"
Her pen snaps cleanly in half.
-0-
(She is not an adult in a child's body.
It is a gross mistake to say so.
The amount of horrible, horrible people who assumed as such- who tried to take advantage of her for some sick, twisted fantasy built in their own head- was a disgusting number.
It is what has her holding her tongue when asked about her quirk. When the topic is brought up. It's what makes her worry for her body, mind, and every other child she sees because anyone else would have fallen prey- would have fallen victim.)
(She is a new person. Completely her own. She just has… more.
Who's to say that others aren't also like her.
But locked away from those precious- horrible- memories.)
(She opens her mouth and screams and somewhere along the way it turns into singing.
She's just thankful the UA Music Studio is soundproof and hidden under lock and key. The room is automated to signal her with a light whenever someone enters and she quickly uses it to shut up and work on something else whenever someone comes in to check on her.
No one does today.
She's alone.
Somehow that fact isn't as comforting as she would've initially thought.)
...
...
Shinsou is… Very much a stupid teenage boy.
A stupid teenage boy who's first emotion upon seeing Medama surrounded by their classmates and smiling and laughing to the many probing questions is jealousy.
An intense, burning jealousy that has him glaring down at his paper and writing so hard that it gets close to tearing.
He tries to ignore the hunger in his stomach and a bitter part blames her even though he thought that he wouldn't. It's not really her fault, he'd gone along with her willingly after all. But sudden emotion can lead to a lot of strange reactions that, otherwise, wouldn't be seen.
Like him- Completely and utterly jealous.
Of the fact that Medama has gained so much adoration and attention with just a mention of her quirk.
(Or perhaps, and this thought doesn't cross his mind until much, much later in this story and has his cheeks burning red with the realization, because of the sudden lack of attention she's giving him. Will eventually give him- when their classmates steal her away. Back to the 'heroes' so-called side.)
And then he hears her pen snap.
There's ink spilling everywhere and everyone backs away to try and get away.
(The uniforms are expensive and not easily replaced.
Medama doesn't so much as blink at the black liquid staining her entire front.)
And he has to wonder just how much force it takes to destroy a pen, of all things, like that with your bare hands. The answer he finds is simple: A lot.
Shinsou winces slightly at the dull screeches some of the girls let out, a girl with fingers and her face covered in a mishmash of colors is one of the few that simply laugh at the sudden ink covering her before it abruptly changes color on her uniform, and turns back to try catch sight of Medama and-
And then he sees her face.
Suddenly Shinsou doesn't feel so jealous anymore.
"Oh no, someone get Kayama-sensei so we can clean this up!"
"Geez, I wasn't expecting the pen to explode like that."
Medama stares blankly ahead and- Shinsou doesn't know how to describe it but it has him grimacing and something painful coming over him and he can't help but feel ashamed by his initial reaction. She looks absolutely lifeless … it's probably the best description he can come to but that doesn't seem like enough . The mutated circles around her eyes seem to somehow darken and her entire body seems to droop and he can see-
Now that he knows what to look for.
-that there is a notification on that watch she's always wearing.
"Hey," he doesn't want to bring attention to her, at least, not any more. He doesn't think any of the others have seen her expression just yet. "Can you all shut up? Some of us are actually trying to work."
And when Chikuchi cries 'Brainwashing' in that annoying voice of hers, Shinsou is just thankful that he'd been counting on it.
-0-
"You really still want to make friends with people in our class."
" Of course I do!"
Shinsou pinches the bridge of his nose, wondering what kind of idiot Medama is. Hell, he doesn't even know why he picked up the phone. It was the one day a week they had off from school- UA being prestigious as it was but also trying to train one of the most important careers in their society was one of the few schools in the area that had students required to attend six days a week instead of five, the great thing about that was that after school clubs were actually not as big of a thing when compared to other schools, partially the reason why the Music Club was taken exclusively by Medama- and Shinsou had planned on biking and doing what training he could manage.
He'd been planning to run and do push-ups, sit-ups, and whatever other exercises he could find online.
(...No. He was not going to go do the stupid anime thing like go punch a tree and call it 'training'. That did not work in the real world and trees were not good stand-ins for punching bags . Shinsou didn't know why some idiots seemed to think so.
His dad was a doctor .
He's heard all kinds of dumbass stories about kids 'training to be heroes'.)
But then his Mom had asked him to run to the store to get groceries and his Dad was on a day-shift instead of a night-shift for once.
Shinsou can't keep the skepticism out of his voice, though even then it still came out in a flat, "After what happened?"
Oh, they were having a sale on milk, that's cool.
"Not everyone was like that!" Still, Medama does falter a bit in her enthusiasm. " Hey, what about that blue boy? The guy that looks like Nightcrawler!"
"Nightcrawler? Is that supposed to be some sort of hero?"
"Uh, something like that. A comic book actually but-"
"Comic book?"
She quickly carries on and Shinsou is quick to forget it. " But he kinda stood up for you with Chikuchi, didn't he? That's at least some good points, right?"
"...I guess. He was a kind of a pushover though."
" So ?" Medama laughed. " I'm not expecting saints here, Shin-sou."
He grunts noncommittally.
" Anyways, are you up to anything?"
"Grocery shopping. Sorry, excuse me." Shinsou politely dodges around a man who was wearing a rare limited-edition Halo merchandise sweatshirt, crouching down to get a good look at some of the canned foods. "Are you sure about this? You know how people react to my quirk… and yours, it looks like. Which I still don't understand."
"I don't know. People are weird. I think they're just curious for the most part- but, you know, in that way where you want to poke something with a stick?" Medama grumbles. " Oh gosh, I just wanted to punch them. Is that too mean?"
"Th-That voice-!"
"Hah?"
Shinsou blinks dully, head tilting to look up at the guy who was staring down at him with wide eyes, having dropped a can of beans on the ground in… shock, it seems.
"Can I help you, sir?" He asks boredly.
"You- You-!"
And then the guy… faints.
Shinsou just-
Stares.
Because is this really his day today? He just- he doesn't even know what to do.
"Hey, Medama?"
" Yeah, Shinsou?"
"I'm going to have to call you back."
...
...
Twitter blows up.
To the point that the app actually crashes and all because of one single tweet.
HalosFutureHusband onlyrealfansplay
I heard her! I heard Halo in real life! She was on the phone with some kid!
And HalosFutureHusband was was not, in fact, her future husband, quickly became assaulted by a number of comments demanding a location and a description of the other person on the phone. It's a testament to Halo's ability to cultivate a fanbase and attempts at instilling a degree of honor and general politeness that has the fan- someone who believes themselves to be one of her biggest fans of all time- refuses to disclose details.
After all, he thinks his future (he's an idiot in a fantasy about a woman he knows nothing about, but at least that's good in this case) will be rather angry with him if he attempts to disrupt her life.
Unfortunately, it does result in less honorable fans attempting to track him- and rather successfully given that he does not have not anywhere near the same protection that Halo had set up- and the world makes a discovery that Halo made a call to someone most likely within the Kanto Prefecture of Japan, given that the man lives in that general location.
The area gains a rather sudden influx in tourism.
(And, unaware of the events, Shinsou redials Medama's number as she watches in a slightly horrified fascination, the way twitter slowly turns in on itself.)
...
...
Medama is laughing, uproarious and loud enough that Shinsou has to hold his phone away from his head. "It's really not that funny."
"It is though! Because of-" She seems to catch herself . "Well, just because. Are all grocery shopping trips as wild as that for you?"
"Hmn."
" Maybe you should take me out sometime." Medama hummed and he couldn't help but feel like it sounded a little familiar but he thinks that may have been because he's just heard it from her before. Even if he couldn't remember a specific time off the top of his head. " I think it'd be fun ."
Shinsou, who'd been walking with his bike and the groceries simultaneously on one arm and the phone in the crux of his neck, nearly trips over a crack in the sidewalk. "What?"
" You said something about missing training, right? Because you had to go shopping ?"
Shinsou squints but doesn't call her out on the sudden change of subject.
"Yeah…" He hesitates, mulling over a sudden rush of thoughts and, before he can really stop himself, he mentions it: "The Sports Festival is coming up in a couple months." Maybe two. And it seems both so far away and way too close for comfort. He doesn't feel even the slightest bit prepared for it.
"I guess you're going to have to really focus on that, huh?"
For some reason, Shinsou thinks she sounds almost disappointed. And he takes the words the wrong way. "You don't think I can do it."
" Well, that's jumping to conclusions ." Medama snorts. "You really gotta stop assuming the worst, Shin-sou. I just meant that you're probably going to be busy."
He frowns, kicking at the ground. "Gotta train."
"Well, don't sound so enthusiastic." Medama huffs a laugh, sarcasm shining through. "Anything I can help with?"
Shinsou honestly shrugs.
At this point he's at such a loss on what he can do that his head feels like it's been screwed on backwards.
"You have a plan, don't you, Shin-sou?"
His silence is telling.
Shinsou knows that he's probably sweating right now and his head is slightly bowed, eyes watching his feet as he takes step after step forward.
"...You said you were going to go training after you drop off groceries at home, right?"
"Yeah? What about it?"
"Hm. Come meet me at this location."
There's a vibration of his phone receiving a text message and he briefly glances at the address she'd sent him. It's not too far away from where he lives. Maybe just a bike ride away if he really pushed it.
"Ominous."
"Bring your exercise clothes!" Medama all but chirps. "If you're going to be in the hero course, you've gotta look the part! Eheh, and you've gotta promise to try and make some friends with me before you transfer, you know? See you in a bit."
She hangs up. Before Shinsou can point out that he hadn't actually agreed to anything or was a bit dubious about going to any location that she picked out- he doesn't even get a chance to get a word in because he's- He's frozen, phone still pressed to his ears and… His face flushes a bright red and he knows that his eyes must be shining a bit and he quickly wipes them on his sleeve.
"Damn it."
She hadn't said it as a 'what-if'. She'd said it like it was inevitable.
Like it was bound to happen.
...
...
"Hitoshi, what's got you smiling like that?"
"Was I…?"
His mother shoots him raised eyebrows as she hovers next to the countertop, not literally, she's just organizing the groceries into groups so she can put each of them away easily. Shinsou is on his knees on one of the lower cupboards that she always struggles at bending down to and is being offered piece by piece things to put away. He can hear her leg braces squeak a bit as she turns, her Gutter Crutches helping to turn her around- he tries not to ruin his mood by looking at her legs, the weak and shaky state that they were in and…
"Hitoshi, c'mon, tell me what's up. You haven't even taken off your shoes yet."
"I'm… planning on going somewhere. To meet a-" He searches for the word because he doesn't really know how to label Medama. "Acquaintance?"
"Oh, a friend?"
She seems absolutely delighted by the prospect and he rubs the back of his neck with a shrug.
His mother had always been the one in his family to hold out hope that everything would work out in the end. Even so, he just… never could understand the optimism she seemed to try and exude all the time, especially when she failed horribly at keeping the attitude up- he hated seeing her depressed but it seemed almost better when compared to seeing her crash and burn every now and then. Like when she was reminded of her injury…
"You want me to call the police if you don't call me in an hour, right?"
Shinsou snorts, "Of course. What makes you think that rule changed?"
His mother just smiles and he promises to send her the address and Medama's name beforehand, in case something does happen. He tries not to think of his mother's enthusiasm and her disappointment when- if this went bad like all the other times he'd tried to meet with friends after school did.
He just hoped that-
Maybe, finally, his hopes were actually founded this time.
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CLASS 1-C UA FILES #1
UA Class File Class 1-C NO. 3
Kiroku Eiga
Age: 16
Blood Type: +B
Quirk: Footage and Projector, Type: Mutation
Able to compile information with his left eye through a recording device built into his face and project it out of his right eye. Functions like a video camera and an old school projector. A rare form of technology quirk, this mutation has allowed his skull to build up an extreme durability to blunt force trauma but also makes him incredibly susceptible to concussions.
He is from the Kanagawa Prefecture. Previously went to school with Mineta Minoru, Gaiaku Raizuma, and Komorebi Kiko.
Notable features include his quirk mutation, metal around his left eye and a glowing beauty mark underneath said eye that turns on and off in accordance with whether or not he is currently recording. He is apparently childhood friends with Gaiaku Raizuma, given how the two refer to each other by their given names. He is described by his classmates as gullible, a brewery for rumors, and a 'hero reporter in the making'. His test scores are consistently average but he is well-versed in Public Speaking and General History knowledge.
UA Class File Class 1-C NO. 17
Gaiaku Raizuma
Age: 16
Blood Type: -O
Quirk: Defibrillator, Type: Emitter
Able to create an electric charge from his hands that mimics the voltage of a defibrillator, this voltage is incredibly difficult for him to change and takes an extreme amount of concentration to use. It works best with direct contact to an object or person and can be used for medical purposes.
He is from the Kanagawa Prefecture. Previously went to school with Mineta Minoru, Gaiaku Raizuma, and Komorebi Kiko.
Notable features are his blonde hair, a scar on his face that looks like it came from a knife wound, and the red magatama earrings that he is known to wear outside of school. He is apparently childhood friends with Kiroku Eiga, given how the two refer to each other by their given names. He is described by his classmates as standoffish and even as a delinquent by a few, his highest test scores are in Science and Math.