From an anon tumblr prompt
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This world was strange, Danny decided. Almost everyone was born with the seed of their ghost already in them and nurtured it throughout their lives, and yet they all passed beyond the veil without so much as a whisper of fuss.
Although his world would probably seem equally strange to these people. Or maybe it would just seem archaic. According to the reading he'd done before Clockwork sent him here, 'quirks' hadn't always been a thing.
And part of the weirdness Danny was experiencing could be because he was in this world's version of Japan.
Danny stopped in front of the school building. He was probably short enough to pass for a member of the youngest grade, but, thankfully for his pride, he was to be joining the second years. The equivalent of eighth grade.
Again, it was a bit of a blow, but becoming half-ghost had stopped his aging before he'd ever even stepped foot into a high school. So. At least it was sort of accurate.
He brought his transfer paperwork to the office and had his uniform inspected. When that was done, he was taken up to classroom 2B.
New students worked a lot differently in Japan. He couldn't recall a single new student being made to introduce themselves like this when he was in middle or high school.
"Ah, now," said the teacher, making a quelling motion with their hand, "does anyone have any questions for Fenton-san?"
"What's your quirk?" asked an excitable girl, waving her hand.
"I can sense when people are near me," said Danny, naming the power that would be most difficult for him to hide. "When someone approaches, my body temperature drops. It seems to drop more for strong people." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It isn't super impressive, I know." But it would explain the puff of mist from his ghost sense. How he'd never been caught back home escaped him.
It was subtle, but everyone's eyes flicked towards a blonde boy who was sitting in the corner. The boy's hands tightened on the edges of his desk, showcasing the scuffs on his knuckles. Danny let his eyes find the boy's face.
Oh, that was the one. The one who needed just a tiny push to set this world on a better path. Danny smiled, and walked to his seat as directed.
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"Hi! Yagi-san, right?" he asked, brightly. "Is it okay if I sit here?"
"Uh," said the boy, obviously surprised. "Sure. I guess."
"Okay," said Danny, setting down his tray. "I just don't want to displace your friends or anything."
Yagi grimaced. "Yeah. Friends," he muttered. "Er, Fenton-san, you seem really nice and all, but... If you hang out with me, people will pick on you."
"Eh? Why?" asked Danny. Nothing about Yagi struck Danny as particularly bully-able. He was tall, fit, and good looking. Much skinnier than Dash had been, but in Danny's book that was a plus. Danny had no doubt that Clockwork's prediction about his future would come to pass.
"Because I'm quirkless."
"So? Twenty percent of everyone is quirkless."
"Not in Japan," said Yagi. If he'd been using a fork, Danny would have expected him to stab something. As it was, they both had chopsticks.
"My sister's quirkless," said Danny. "She's going to be a psychologist." He carefully picked up a clump of rice.
"Oh," said Yagi. "That's nice." He looked a little less defensive, now.
"I don't think I'd want to be friends with anyone who'd be mean to her."
Yagi nodded, a small amount of doubt still on his face.
"Anyway," continued Danny. "I really liked what you said in history class, about symbols! I don't know if I really subscribe to the great man theory of history, myself, but there's something to be said for good examples."
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Alright. That hadn't been so bad for the first day. Even if it was in a different language, Danny had learned most of this before, and it wasn't like he was maintaining grades for anything but his cover.
He'd leave in three months. In four, Yagi Toshinori would meet Shimura Nana for the first time. If Danny did his job right...
Well. Only time would tell what kind of symbol Yagi would become.
