[Disclaimer: I do not claim to own all seasons of both "My Hero Academia" and "My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU"]
Chapter 4
9:22 AM
Oftentimes, society is characterized by its ability to communicate. Through this type of conveyance, people are able to exchange the necessary information with another party in the absence of difficulty.
However, does it ever come to your mind about the 'lost sheeps' who are unable to do said 'communication'?
People who are impotent in communicating are usually the ones shunned by the exploding egos of society. They are shunned, rejected, and easily misunderstood.
The blind can't see, and therefore will usually be unable to know what exactly is happening in front of them. You could flash your middle finger, and they would never notice. The deaf can't hear, and therefore will usually be unable to perceive what people are talking about. So, you could just spout trash about them without having the need to talk behind their backs.
It's just like how Quirks molded this disgusting society. People who are Quirkless and those with villainous Quirks are deemed unnecessary. They are poisons that plague the so-called 'perfection' of society with their birthrights. Therefore, they are also unable to communicate.
And, right now…
I'd say I'm one of those 'lost sheep'.
"- - -?!"
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"- - - - -?!"
Freaking Hachiman, how stupid could you freaking be?! You just fired a freaking sonic boom without covering your overly sensitive ears! Now you've got temporary hearing loss!
With my classmates attempting to possibly compliment me due to their surprised-in-a-good-way body language, I decided to sign to them that I am unable to hear.
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As I thought. These dunderheads are stupid.
Fortunately, the extremely uncute ice bitch was able to notice and told my other classmates the message that I tried to convey.
Still, though, if they are actually complimenting me, then I'd say that my career as a pro-hero-in-training was the right choice for inflating my oversized ego. I mean, even my first and latest compliment was so satisfying I thought I'd gotten diagnosed with stage 4 diabetes because of sugar intake.
Flashback
"Onii-chan! You got in UA! I'm so proud of you!" Komachi said, happily bouncing up and down the couch.
"Oi, you're gonna break the furniture at that rate."
She looked down and realized. Then, my little imouto promptly covered her mouth femininely to cover a giggle before complimenting me.
"You're so cool, onii-chan!"
End Of Flashback
Ah… my imouto is so cute oh my god when will I see her again holy shit monoteistic god please let me see her again my life is going to die out like a candle flame burning out due to wax cancer which is definitely something I just made up—
TAP
Huh?
Looking to my right, a hobo-looking serial killer—WAIT, SERIAL KILLER?! OH NO! IS THIS HOW IT ENDS?! As my life flashed before my eyes, I saw the faint image and memories of my new homeroom adviser—oh wait this guy is my homeroom teacher.
He signed, 'Are you tired?'
I shook my head.
'Then go sprint to Recovery Girl's Office and come back as fast as you can. Temporary hearing loss due to that sonic boom usually lasts around 16+ hours. I'm sure you're aware.'
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Test 6: Sit-Ups
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After the humiliating brutal destruction of my dignity that is the simple peck of an old woman's lips on my left ear—as well as the savage bloodthirsty words of the aforementioned berating grandmother, I was successful in being able to return back to class just in time before the next exercise commenced. Immediately, I was greeted with the sight of Aizawa-sensei.
"Ah, Hikagaya, you're back. Go partner up with him," he pointed to the purple-haired midget that was alone in the corner. "The test is about the maximum number of times you could do sit-ups in under a minute."
Wait a second, I'm going to be partnered up with him? I knew it, UA is a torture chamber. I was so depressed and dejected that I was now coming up with ways of how I can commit suicide—
PUSH
"Hurry up."
"A-ah, well, you see, sensei, I don't feel well, and I think I'm probably just going to be a bother…"
Yes. The perfect synergy between the phrases: 'I don't feel well' and 'I'm just going to be a bother'. It works all the time. Source: Me. Have I told you about the number of times I bypassed my PE teacher with this?
"You just went to the infirmary, didn't you? If you're still feeling ill, then you're free to go to expulsion. The exit is that way," Aizawa-sensei said, pointing casually at the indoor gym's door.
What the hell?! It's the first time Skill #44: 'Proficient Excuses' didn't work! After grumbling, I opted to just listen to my sensei as I walked my way to the disgusting-looking pervert at the corner, gazing at the two captivating black-haired beauties doing sit-ups at the opposite side of said corner.
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Test 7: Seated Toe-Touch
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"Hikitani, you're so lucky that you're seated next to Yukinoshita! I'm seated next to Yaoyorozu, but I can't secretly grope her because she's sitting behind me!" Stop calling me Hikitani!
I sighed at the purple-haired curse [1] who apparently deemed me as his 'Black-haired Beauty Gossip Bro' as I continued flexibly touching my toes like a professional yoga teacher—wait, why did that sound like it had so much sexual innuendo?
"Luck is purely arbitrary. Don't let Bitchinoshita's reputation and irresistible appearance get to you, because she's a sadistic machine of merciless insults."
"Wahhh! That sounds so cool! You're so lucky, Hikitani! Yaoyorozu won't even spare me a glance whilst you're getting insulted by Yukinoshita! I can't wait to draw hentai panels of her sweet and luscious-looking butt—"
Okay, Hachiman. Why the hell did you listen to your street-thug-looking teacher who could've mugged you for your possessions? You shouldn't have healed your hearing loss!
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Test 8: Long-Distance Run
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Is… *pant* *pant*... that the finish line?!
My sweat continued dropping as I resolutely passed Broccoli-chan who looked like he was on the verge of puking. His eyes widened, hurt as I passed him, and I'm (not) really sorry, but I can't get expelled!
Then, whilst spending the final stroke of luck I had left, I stepped on the finish line as I successfully got 18th place. Broccoli-chan followed up behind me, dropping on the ground as he got 19, but…
Hehehehe.
Yukinoshita was at the very back, her pale-white skin shining under the gleaming sun, trying to reach the finish line, only to be met with the last place.
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End of Test
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"Okay, I'll quickly tell you your results."
This was it.
I was now at the edge of my seat. However, I was standing and was not sitting on the edge of my seat. Wait, what's with that oxymoron?!
The class trembled in anticipation and anxiety. I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous—although I still have an ounce of confidence within me. Aizawa-sensei peered over all of us twice, before displaying what seemed to be a hologram projector with his left hand.
"The total points you got is simply the marks you got from each test combined and summed up to one. It's a waste of time to explain to you verbally, so I'll show you all at once."
Then, he tapped the side button of the remote, as the translucent cobalt-blue hologram appeared, displaying our rankings. While I heard some faint gasps, I quickly traveled my gaze over the recognizable and unfamiliar names.
1. Yaoyorozu Momo
2. Yukinoshita Yukino
3. Hayama Hayato
4. Todoroki Shoto
5. Bakugo Katsuki
6. Iida Tenya
7. Tokoyami Fumikage
8. Miura Yumiko
9. Asui Tsuyu
10. Kirishima Eijiro
11. Kakeru Tobe
12. Ashido Mina
13. Uraraka Ochaco
14. Yuigahama Yui
15. Sero Hanta
16. Kaminari Denki
17. Jiro Kyoka
18. Mineta Minoru
19. Hikigaya Hachiman
20. Midoriya Izuku
Ah! It appears the Shonen Gods blessed me with actual grace for once in my life! You see, while I'm supposed to be the last place, Midoriya Izuku—who I'm guessing is the poor soul that is Broccoli-chan—had a damaged finger. I merely took advantage of it—and that is how I was able to pass him in the final three tests. Honestly, I feel like a mad sociopath in one of those serial killer horror video games I used to play on my computer.
"By the way, I'm not expelling anyone today," Aizawa-sensei casually said, clicking the projector as the hologram disappeared. "I feel like teaching a class this school year."
"WHAAAAT?!"
"That was a little nerve-wracking, huh?"
"A little? I was totally convinced I'd be expelled today!"
"We're lucky we're on Aizawa-sensei's good side!"
"I'll take up a challenge any time! That's how manly I am."
Heh. You can't fool me, sensei. I can see it in the glint in your eyes. You saw potential in each and every one of us, didn't you?
"With that being said, go change and meet me back in your classroom. I'll be proffering you all the hand-outs with the school's curriculum in them. Besides, you still have your class counseling."
Wait, class counseling?
No. You're kidding, aren't you?
He has to be.
As Aizawa-sensei walked away, I followed the rest of my class as they headed to the locker rooms to change. I couldn't help but ponder the fact that I may stay here at UA's Hero Course in the long run.
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10:03 AM
Being tired.
Tiredness is the core of being fatigued.
When one is tired, one usually becomes drowsy. People who are tired exhibit a flurry of demotivation that immobilizes them, rendering them useless in whatever activity they may do. However, when one is usually experiencing this 'demotivation', regardless of their energized body, it becomes the condition of: 'laziness'.
And, I'd say I'm a generally demotivated person who usually lives a reserved lifestyle, finding complaints and excuses in order to push the work—whichever it is—away.
Unfortunately, though, UA's Hero Course requires work done, and no excuses will be taken unless valid. And that is precisely why my life hacks of avoiding cheap labor using high-vocabulary words wouldn't work.
Anyways, back to the subject, have you guys ever felt so unmotivated you begin procrastinating in doing anything? Ah, yes, the feeling of being too borderline lazy to do whichever schoolwork was assigned to you, so you just end up doing it in school when you're in the mood. I mean, if you give me a task on Monday, then I'll probably do the task on Friday—and that's already past the deadline.
If you do feel something like that, then I suppose you guys know what I feel at this very moment.
The truth is, procrastinating isn't necessarily bad. When you procrastinate, you usually rest your physical and mental health. Resting is the most important part of living your life. It helps you restore all of the lost energy you've spent, and it also aids in improving your mood after a temper tantrum. All in all, resting frees you from the most distress that you are feeling.
I'll give you a supreme example.
Flashback
"Oi, Hikigaya!" my 2nd Year Middle School teacher called out to me.
"What?"
"Where the hell is your homework? It's been due for three days!"
Closing my eyelids, I decided to do something intelligent.
"You see, I was too busy resting. I was increasing my euphoria so I didn't end up stressing myself out. Relaxation is the core of learning, and without a healthy mental structure, receiving bits of information is certainly strenuous."
When I opened my eyes, I could see a vein pumping out of my teacher's forehead.
Wait a second, wrong flashback memory!
End Of Flashback
That was totally not about me when I was resting in the library that one time…
Ugh. Anyway, have I guys told you about my very first stalker? That's right! I, Hikigaya Hachiman, am now dangerous enough to be entitled as a 'Government-Level Threat'! Honestly, I have a stalker (who I know is secretly a spy). Heck, I even caught said stalker staring at me, mostly after the Quirk Apprehension Test.
Flashback
I was walking at the back of my class to the locker rooms, when suddenly…
I averted my gaze instantaneously 45 degrees to my right to see the girl with peach-colored hair tied up in a side-bun staring at me. When our eyes made contact, she looked the other way immediately, but I was able to spot her.
End Of Flashback
That's correct. My stalker is none other than… Peach-chan.
It happened a few more times after I left the Locker Rooms. And nearly every time, I caught her trying to steal glances at me. The most likely conclusion I've got from this is that she's just a secret assassin. Everyone has a reason to be conversing with me—either they hate me, want to bully me, if it's required, or if they lost a dare. Although I may be mistaken since I thought Yukinoshita was also one, there's no absolute way I'm hot enough to have love-related stalkers. If I weren't trained enough in the aspect of 'Avoiding Rom-Com Traps', I honestly would've confessed to Peach-chan and gotten rejected straight away!
Whilst pondering on what I ever did to the Government, I felt a tap on my right shoulder from behind.
"Oi… uhh… Fish-Eyes."
You wanna bring this outside?!
"Huh?"
Turning to my back, I could see the Angry Pomeranian looking at me, his face screaming disbelief.
"It's about Deku… do you think he really has a Quirk?"
"Deku?"
"I mean Midoriya."
"You mean Broccoli-chan?"
"Broccoli-chan?"
"Nothing."
"Anyways, do you really believe he has a Quirk?"
Why the hell is he talking to me and asking me about that? He struck me as the type to have too much pride to ask for help. Moreover, doesn't he have other people to talk to? Looking around the classroom, there was Aizawa-sensei dozing off in his sleeping back exactly in front of me; there was a girl with Earphone Jacks sitting diagonal to me; Yukinoshita was sitting beside me, seemingly deep in thought; then there's… wait, Broccoli-chan was sitting behind Explodey Boy?
Ah, I see.
When one exhibits too much emotion, the emotions are balanced out by the usage of actions. In this case, Bakago Kaski was experiencing so much disbelief that he couldn't hold the urge to ask a primary source whether he was hallucinating or not. And since males usually confide with males, I'm the only choice the Angry Pomeranian has to talk with that's nearby him—especially since Broccoli-chan was already behind him.
Therefore, ignoring and being vague would only ask for more disturbance. That means a simple and detailed explanation should suffice.
"Yeah. He doesn't seem to be using support items. Furthermore, I'm sure you saw how his Quirk started up while his body practically began glowing. He also broke his finger—as a cause of his drawbacks."
"..."
Then, as the guy settled back, a scowl re-emerged from his features.
This only solidifies the proof of the predator-prey relationship between Bakago Kaski and Broccoli-chan.
And—AHA! Caught ya!
Looking exactly to the right of my seat, I caught Peach-chan staring at me once more. She quickly averted her gaze, though. Look, Peach-chan, no matter what you do, you won't be able to gather enough information about me. I may be a Government-Level threat, but I am the supreme overlord of loneliness—
SLIDE
A woman—seemingly around her 30's, walked in with a smile. She had waist-length black hair; purple eyes; a black vest; and a white lab coat. If I weren't going to lie, she looks like one of those magazine supermodels because she is quite stunning! Perfectly huge and shaped breasts, huge buttocks, slender body—
"Well, well, Aizawa! I'm surprised you kept some students here in one piece!" she remarked, eyeing everyone in the room. "A perfect twenty, too!"
Aizawa-sensei remained flopped on the floor in front of me, but still spoke nonetheless.
"Shut up. I just felt like teaching a class this year."
Unbothered, the woman shook her head in mock disappointment before turning to us with a smile, nodding to herself.
"Good morning, everyone! I hope you're enjoying your stay here at UA so far. The name's Hiratsuka Shizuka, your Guidance Counselor."
Wait, guidance counselor?
Nononono. I thought Aizawa-sensei was lying! This is bad! Really bad!
Guidance Counselors are every student's worst enemies! They pretend to care about you, spouting lies and nonsense that would get a hold of your brain as they watch you report to the teachers about your bullies! Then, they proceed to watch you as the bullies you reported get more irritated at you due to your actions as they beat you up! They even pry in your personal business! In short, Guidance Counselors are the worst.
"Tell me, have you guys gotten your orientation yet?" When we all shook our heads, her face contorted into irritation as she glared at the other adult. "You're one responsible homeroom adviser, aren't ya?"
Aizawa-sensei merely grunted in response.
"Well alright then, kids. We'll be having your student consultation. Tell us your name, Quirk, and something about you."
I knew it. My worst nightmare (apart from The Nice Girl). It was this. The fabled, legendary, dark 'Student Orientation'. I totally feel Aizawa-sensei right now. This is outright unnecessary! I remember those times in Middle School where I was always skipped during the orientations. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like that's gonna happen in this school.
"We'll be starting from over there—" she pointed to the rightmost side of our class, opposite mine. "— Until over here," she continued, now pointing to my seat.
Ah, how great. I'm the last one. The freaking last one. I'm now having an internal crisis. The last ones are usually the ones to strike the most impressions.
Gently, our teacher clasped her hands and smiled. "Alright, then. Let's begin. You go first, little brown-haired girl!"
"Konichiwa! My name is Uraraka Ochaco. My Quirk is: [Zero Gravity], and I was born on the 27th of December! I like mochi, and Thirteen is my favorite hero!"
Oh god, what's up with this infectious enthusiasm?! Good thing I have an extra-fortified layer of anti-normies. Hiratsuka-sensei on the other hand clapped energetically as she approached her row of seats.
"Perfect! Just like that, everyone! Your turn, blondie!"
"Alright! My name is Hayama Hayato. My Quirk is [Energy Discharge]. All in all, I love playing Quirkless Soccer. As you all probably know, I'm an actor, too. But most of all, I enjoy my time with friends."
Almost automatically, the next one stood up. "Age, 15. Name, Todoroki Shoto. My Quirk is [Half-Hot, Half-Cold]. Ice on my right, fire to my left. Although, you'll probably never see me use his fire."
The next one stood up, rather shyly.
"Greetings. M-my name is Yaoyorozu Momo. My Quirk is [Creation]. I-I can make any non-living material on my skin by transforming the molecular structure of the fats I ingest."
Hmm, she didn't seem to have much confidence unlike when she introduced herself to me. She has something along the lines of stage fright, then, I guess.
Next up was the blue-haired boy. "Good day! My name is Iida Tenya! My Quirk is [Engine]. As you can clearly see, my legs are bulky. I enjoy studying, and I am pleased to be acquainted with all of you!"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, next one!"
As if on cue, our speakers played a song that suspiciously sounds like Kakashi no Tema [2], further increasing most of the class' enthusiasm. It fit well with the atmosphere, as Hiratsuka-sensei suddenly became a cheerleader.
Sighing, I rested my back on my seat.
This is going to be a long day, won't it?
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[Interlude]
10:25 AM
Alright… Hanta Sero… Quirk: [Tape]. Tape allows the user to eject adhesive tape from the opening of his elbows. Woah! Such a cool Quirk! Imagine all the possibilities he could do with it! He could become one of the best Rescue Heroes because of that versatile Quirk! What else could he do—
"Hey, little Green Bean, it's your turn!"
O-oh, right, I forgot!
"S-sorry!" I stood up, "My name is Midoriya Izuku! My Quirk is…"
My Quirk.
What should I tell them? As I felt all of their eyes on me, I remembered what All Might had told me beforehand.
Flashback
"Ah, young Midoriya! What brings you to this call?"
"Sorry for the inconvenience, All Might, but I have a question."
"It's no problem! I finished my daily task, anyway. So, what's this question of yours?"
I peered at the sheet of paper atop my study table. It was regarding something along the lines of changing my Quirk status.
"I… wondered what I should put in the Quirk section. I was planning to change it, and…"
"Ah, don't worry about that, young Midoriya! Just write down [Superpower]. Since our Quirk is basically energy output and energy augmentation into super-strength, that should do the trick!"
My eyes lit up momentarily.
"I see! Thanks, All Might!"
All Might chuckled, "It's alright. Just call me any time if you need anything!"
"Hai!"
End of Flashback
After taking a deep breath, I spoke once more.
"My Quirk is [Superpower]. It allows me to convert the energy inside my body into super strength! M-my body is frail, so it will experience some severe backlashes…" I took a short pause, "I like the color red like my shoes, and I hope we can all be great heroes one day!"
"What an enlightening introduction! Alright, next!"
As I sat down, I immediately began writing in my notebook regarding the next person which was… Mina Ashido. Once she began talking about her Quirk, I scribbled all the details and possible uses in my notebook.
A few seconds later, and then it was Kacchan's turn.
Before Hiratsuka-sensei could even call him out, he promptly stood up and lit up a few firecrackers which I always thought was cool. Then, he stomped on his desk. Speaking of Kacchan, wasn't he a bit quiet earlier?
"Oi, you extras. Let me reiterate what I said earlier. The name's Bakugo Katsuki, The Future Number One, The Future Richest, and The Future Strongest! My Quirk is [Explosion], and I'll be blowing my way to the top!"
Sternly, Kacchan glared at the powerhouses of this class as he sat back down with a smirk. After a few moments, I felt myself smiling, too. It was expected of him. He was always so cool and ambitious!
"What an explosive entrance!" Hiratsuka-sensei chortled.
Next up, was the girl who had sausage-curls for her blonde side bangs.
"My name is Miura Yumiko, embed it in your skulls! Don't annoy me, because I'll get mad. My Quirk is [Gas Effect]. I can buff and debuff anyone who touches it like a video game. The effect lasts until you lose contact with said gas. Got that?"
Afterward, she sat down.
What an amazing Quirk! Imagine all that she could do with it! She's perfect for raids, and she's got a really attractive face to match it too! It's super easy to tell, I'm sure she'll be one of the most popular heroes when we all graduate!
Next up was another pretty girl with peach hair tied into a side-bun.
"Konichiwa! My name is Yuigahama Yui. Nice to meet you all!" she waved, "My Quirk is [Bubble Barrier], I'm born on June 18, and I hope to be friends with you all!"
Wow, she seems really nice! Maybe she and Uraraka-san could get along well.
"Wonderful, next up!"
O-oh! It's Yukinoshita Yukino! I know her, and I think everyone in this class does. She's a really famous celebrity, well-known not only across Japan but also overseas. She's known for her outstanding beauty and her powerful Quirk! Speaking of her Quirk…
Flashback
After Hikitani-kun left and went into the infirmary, the next one was Yukinoshita-san.
The black-haired girl stood in the circle, her eyes peering at the horizon. Then, I felt it. We all felt it. The temperature dropped noticeably, as water seemingly poured over not only the softball but also her right arm.
I wondered why she did it, though. Aren't lower temperatures supposed to slow down kinetic energy? Maybe the potential energy increases inside this temperature.
Then, as everyone else in the class kept silent, we heard her audible sigh. With perfect form, she threw the ball with so much power that it flew so far away, but the ball seemed to be covered in water. Wait, does she have something like Hydrokinesis?! After about 50 meters away from her, the water quickly dropped as the ball burst into high speeds much like how Hikitani-kun's ball throw after the sonic boom. It was still visible, but as it got higher and faster, it suddenly…
BOOM
Huh?! It exploded?!
The ball, once more, flew way higher.
After a few seconds, the beeping sound of Aizawa-sensei's monitor entered our ears.
With a surprised expression, much like what our teacher showed beforehand, he showed us the result.
1002 Meters.
"WOAH!" the whole class shouted in surprise.
That was a meter farther than Hikitani-kun's!
End Of Flashback
Her Quirk was really mystifying! I want to learn more about her capabilities. After giving the whole class a quick look, Yukinoshita-san stood up gracefully, catching the attention of most guys. Then, she spoke.
"Good morning. My name is Yukinoshita Yukino. My Quirk is [Cold Water]. As much as possible, I'd like to ask the class to refrain from staring at me unless necessary." After that, she swiftly sat back down.
Woah! She's scary! I swear I saw some of the boys shiver when she said that.
"Woah, how frightening!" Hiratsuka-sensei commented, almost as if she was expecting this.
Yukinoshita-san's Quirk seems really amazing. If anything, it might even be better than Kacchan's, but still as powerful nonetheless. Since she didn't really tell us much about it, all I could write down was the name. Maybe I could theorize about how it works later when I arrive back home.
"And finally, stand up, Last-Boy-kun!"
Last-Boy-kun? Oh… it's… him.
The biggest enigma out of all.
He was the creepy-looking person whose Quirk I was interested in the most. Apparently, he was hit by a car earlier. He appeared to be bored but was as stoic as Todoroki-kun. While most of the girls didn't really care, I saw most of the boys lean in curiosity.
Hikitani-kun stood up, his back hunched, and his face seemingly blank and emotionless. However, his eyes screamed for him to just get this over with.
"... My name is Hikigaya Hachiman."
Wait, his name isn't Hikitani? I thought it was because of how the others called him...
After that, he promptly sat down.
"Hey, wait up. How about your Quirk? You haven't told us about it yet," Hiratsuka-sensei asked.
Then, he grunted, lazily standing up—
"... I won't go into the details. My Quirk is [Limitless]. Basically, I control the infinity."
—before sitting back down.
And…
… wait, what?
[Limitless]...?
That… sounds so cool!
But if he didn't use it much earlier, then he must have a big drawback! And… he controls the infinity?! No way! That's so awesome! But which infinity is he talking about? As the class continued to talk about his Quirk, I can't help but feel motivated to create as many theories as I can regarding his Quirk when I arrive back home. Maybe I should ask him about it during lunch break? It seems so interesting!
"Alright, class! Enough chatter!" Hiratsuka-sensei called out, flashing us the bundle of papers on her hands. "What we have here, is your very first essay. You see, this generation of UA seems to be great! You'll be writing on what impact you can bring out in the future!"
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A Few Minutes Later
10:36 AM
'What impact can you bring out in the future?'
That was the question currently printed on this paper.
In other words, Hiratsuka-sensei is asking us what we 'can change'. It can also be further translated into what we 'want to change'.
Oh well, it doesn't matter. I've already written my answer like the responsible boy I am, anyway. And, from the looks of it, it appears that most of my classmates are finished, too.
Right now, the atmosphere was at its greatest. With everyone else quiet, only the distinct tapping of our Guidance Counselor's pen and the strokes of pencils bringing contact with the surface of the paper was the only audible noise. If I were to describe the current condition of the class in one word, I'd say that 'serene' would be the most fitting. In fact, this moment is definitely the most enjoyable moment you can experience while you're in your classroom.
However, now that I think about it… the chairs have heated cushions, don't they? It's extremely comfortable. Not only that, but they're office chairs, too. They're spinnable and have wheels. Without an ounce of doubt, I can easily conclude that this is the most comfortable chair I've sat in. And that's coming from a guy who sat on an extremely fluffy couch back in Chiba!
CLAP CLAP
Alas, all good moments must come to an end.
"Alright, boys and girls. It looks like you're all finished," Hiratsuka-sensei called out.
"YEAH—" "YUP—"
"Unlike your Middle School classes when you're tasked to just pass along your sheets of paper to the front and let your teachers answer them, this time will be different. So, we'll be having three people present their answers in light of uniqueness at the stage, in front of all of us."
So, she wants us to share our essays? Ha. I honestly feel bad about those who'll be presenting. This unruly and completely tyrannical concept of teachers is quite the ruthless torture, after all. Oh well, I guess I could relax. After all, there's no possible way I'd get chosen. In fact, due to my extreme lack of presence, I've never been called out by teachers when doing things like these. Not only that but there's only a 5% chance I'll get picked.
"We'll have… Midoriya… Yukinoshita… then…" Hiratsuka-sensei peered over all of us, her left hand cupping her chin. "Hikigaya."
Curse you Shonen Gods.
I knew that my striking impression and last placement during the student orientation resulted in this.
"Get on the stage and ignore your dozing teacher inside that sleeping bag."
I glared at my teacher with pure unadulterated hate.
In my peripheral vision, I could see Yukinoshita stand up. I could also hear Midoriya walk up to the stage.
Whilst grabbing my front bangs, twisting it then twirling it with the fingers on both ends of my right hand's purlicue, I pondered [3].
Which would cost me less energy? Is it complying, or complaining? It's the difference between whether I am willing to gamble or not. By complaining, I could possibly expend less energy by removing the requirement of presenting at the stage. By complying, I choose a safer route, at the cost of the original expense of energy. However, gambling becomes the better choice when your odds of winning are higher. Hiratsuka-sensei strikes me as a third-rate sadist, not someone like Yukinoshita (who is a first-rate sadist). Therefore, there's a pretty big chance of getting away with what Hiratsuka-sensei wants me to do.
Then, I raised my head up, standing, whilst making eye contact with our Guidance Counselor.
"Due to some unfortunate circumstances, I don't think that I would be able to participate in this completely unnecessary session of 'sharing thoughts'."
I was in deadly waters now.
In front of me, I could see Hiratsuka-sensei produce an amused expression.
"Oh? State your reasons."
Heh, it's time for the beartrap to trigger.
Skill #44: 'Proficient Excuses'!
"As a result of being tortured in the hell that is the 'Quirk Apprehension Test' and this so-called 'Guidance Counseling', I require a momentary shut-down and napping break. My stamina has been ridiculously deducted since early morning, and therefore, requisite a refill of energy. As for why this 'sharing session' reeks of redundancy, it is being completely controlled by your biased reasons and is an invalid way for us students to 'get to know each other'."
By using my perfectly verbose and high-vocabulary wordplay, I am able to amass my necessities. Unfortunately, it doesn't work on Aizawa-sensei, but it may work on our guidance counselor.
However, my perfectly smug demeanor dropped down when I saw Hiratsuka-sensei's unwavering smirk.
"Hmm. Should I remind you that you are at school, and the specified time for your 'beauty sleep' is stationed later after dismissal?"
Crap, she saw through it!
"I-I uh, could think of several Japanese laws that could charge you for forcing a student do something unwillingly—"
"Really, brat? Did you even read the terms and services in the handbook provided to you regarding our privileges? We, teachers, are free to do whatever we want to our students, you know?"
Well, I guess my gamble didn't work. Might as well accept my fate.
"Fine, but did you really have to call me a 'brat'? Well, I suppose you could, considering your age and all—"
FWOOM
Eek!
I shivered, as a puff of wind went by my neck.
"Hikigaya… didn't your elders say to never ask a woman about their age?"
Gulping, I decided it was wise to answer. "Y-yes…"
While the small, faint giggles of my classmates entered my ears, I knew that was the moment when all chips fell. It was also the moment I realized I had made a huge mistake. I forgot to account for the fact that I was conversing with our Guidance Counselor in FRONT of the whole class.
"Hikigaya-kun, Hiratsuka-sensei is Pro Hero: 'Speed Fists'," Yukinoshita suddenly said, her voice from the stage/blackboard reaching me. "Her Quirk is [Quick Torso]. It allows her to accelerate the process of rotating her torso, thus quickening her punching. You could very well have died if she chose to in a single blow."
And NOW is when you decided to tell me that, huh, Yukipedia?!
Reluctantly, I grabbed my sheet of paper and walked my way to the front of the class until I was beside Broccoli-chan—whose name I found out earlier as Midoriya. Midoriya was smiling brightly at me, and I wasn't sure whether the sun was brighter than his beaming grin or not.
CLAP CLAP
Seemingly recovered, Hiratsuka-sensei grabbed the attention of our class. "Okay, why don't we start with Midoriya-kun's essay?"
"H-hai!"
Midoriya went forward at the center of the stage, breathing rather heavily. He placed his happy smile on the outside facing our classmates, but if you were in proximity with him, you could easily tell that he was trembling so hard I thought he might've been diagnosed with arthritis or something.
"O-o-o-o-o-o-one d-d-d-d-day..."
You can do it, Broccoli-chan! I believe in you!
"I-I-I-I-I u-uh-uhh…"
Yeah. This is definitely the first time he's done this.
I sighed, then turned to Yukinoshita. She appeared to be thinking the same thing as I. We shared a knowing look and nodded in unison before I decided to whisper something to Midoriya's ear.
"Just think of them like they're potatoes or something."
Then, I quickly scurried back to my previous location.
But…
Broccoli-chan looked at me, his eyes shining like stars with his right hand-pumped out. He was smiling so brightly as he gave me a silent 'Thank you'. Momentarily, I felt my eyes widen in surprise. It was the first time anyone outside my family had outright thanked me. Then, as if Midoriya had another flashback session of 'I'll never give up! That's my nindo—my ninja way [4]', he looked at our classmates fiercely before finally opening his mouth.
"O-one day..." He sighed, before taking on a more serious expression. "... There will be a time when All Might will no longer be around. It is a cruel fact that we all have to face." Silently, I watched as the class began looking as if they were lost in thought. "When that day comes, what will we do? As heroes, what can we do? It is our generation that's destined to replace him as the pillar. Whether we like it or not, we have to abide by our responsibilities!" … Are my classmates' eyes watering? "We have to reach higher! We have to try our best because once we all emerge to society, all those people trying to bring us down will be our inventiveness to bring ourselves to the top! Because the way I see it, if you want the rainbow, we must put up with the rain [5]! And by doing so… we are able to bring the biggest impact we can, inspiring others as we hold out All Might's legacy!"
"YEAH!" nearly the whole class blurted out.
clap clap clAP cLAP CLAP CLAP
Then as I expected, all of my stupid and delusional normalfag classmates were clapping from left and right as if their spirits were moved. Honestly, did Buddha allow you to finally enter Nirvana without dying? Or did you all find a cheap strip club? It's hard to tell. And, is Midoriya actually an All Might stan? His speech was so inspirational I thought my heart would burst out at any moment. Seriously, that was really optimistic of him!
"Amazing motivational speech, Midoriya!" Hiratsuka-sensei commented, "Not only did you tell them what's in store for heroics, but you also approached the fact that All Might's era is coming to an end."
Once the loud applause that almost gave me temporary hearing loss once more slowly died down, I knew what was next. The Ice Cold Princess moved forward, her chilling gaze silencing the whole class as the only audible noise left was Midoriya trying to wa;l back to his desk.
"It looks like you know where we're going with this, huh? Alright then. Lights out, Yukinoshita."
Yukinoshita nodded elegantly, her silhouette capturing the eyes of the enraptured boys who laid their eyes on her. Her smooth and slender porcelain fingers grasped the ends of her essay softly as even the wrinkle-marks across her paper remained invisible. Instinctively, I watched as she tucked her left side bang tenderly behind her left ear. I would always ask myself, and I would always be left breathless. How could her gorgeous curtain of black hair sway despite the still air? I've said it before, and there's no problem with saying it again. She was, without a tear of doubt, the physical manifestation of Aphrodite herself.
"Society is wrong."
Blunt, much?
"The Hero Society—a society constructed by the vigilantes in the early days of our Quirk-infested world before laws prohibited the usage of Quirks. Before the system of Heroics was ever created, the safety of people relied upon names related to the main characters of the 20th century's American-style comic books. Vigilantes would swoop around the cities, fighting crimes and saving people like the ideal heroes they were interpreted as. However, people were unable to achieve the true intentions behind these heroes. While heroes fought to save, people were simply too incompetent as they furthered their inability to discover the reasoning and motives behind these heroes. And through that, the misconception of power arose."
Through my observations, I saw some of the class' powerhouses stiffen up.
"People of today's society are too reliant on their birthrights. Even the social hierarchies are made up of the aforementioned birthrights. The social norms have morphed into something different ever since this 'misconception' arose. And through this, people have lost the sense of equality. They treat the highly blessed with profound jealousy and intended deceit. One step outside your own property, you'll find out that people of the opposite sex are attempting to glue themselves to you; whilst people of your gender attempt to bring you down, finding every flaw possible about you as they twist what is wrong into what seems to be true. And while you're struggling out there, finding solace in even outright rudeness, you'll find out that people you call 'friends' would just sit back and watch."
I saw Hayama's face stiffen up in the back.
"And… that's precisely why I alone want to change this false society that reeks in envy." her freezing gaze thickened. "I alone will change the strides in which society operates, and I alone will change the core of society itself."
Yukinoshita bowed fiercely, her facial expression betrayed emotion as her solemn tone and gaze remained unfazed. I would've been convinced that she felt nothing if it weren't for the fact that she was gripping the hems of her skirt with so much intensity I'd imagined the fabric ripping apart—wait, no that sounded so lewd.
clap clap claP clAP cLAP CLAP CLAP
"Well done, Yukinoshita. Your speech speaks for itself, no comments from here," Hiratsuka-sensei remarked, nodding, with a slight tinge of bittersweetness.
The intellectual bunch of the class applauded, whilst the rest either seemingly adjusted to her speech or just didn't quite understand. While Yukinoshita was blunt, she was awfully vague at some times, too.
As our resident Ice Queen walked back to her seat, the rising chatter regarding what she had just said came to a halt as Hiratsuka-sensei took all their attention once more.
"Are you guys forgetting another person here? We still have Hikigaya's speech, y'know?"
Ah, right. I was still on the stage.
Awkwardly, I watched as my classmates averted their gazes to me. I turned to my right as I saw Hiratsuka-sensei impassively giving me the 'go' signal.
"Youth—... *sigh* I presume that youth is naught but a constitute of fabrication. It is a lie—so foul and dishonorable that I find it rigorously disgusting. Even the fact that you stupid normies could discover pleasure in this 'epitome of happy years' made me question my own humanity. Although, when I found the answer, I realized that I was never in the wrong. Truth is, every single one of you who delight in 'youth' are all but constantly tricking yourselves and those around you."
Inwardly, I smirked as I saw the confused expressions of my classmates rise.
"To you, errors—no matter how dangerous or despicable it may be, are all but evidence of your 'Golden Youth'. You will distort any commonly held beliefs out of recognition, accepting in full the circumstances that devour you. Want me to sum up a few instances?"
Without even perceiving the response of my class, I continued.
"May it be fraternity hazing, or even Quirk usage in public; it will all be discarded and named as 'Youthful Indiscretion'. People who indulge in these unlawful acts will even go as far as to push the blame onto their guardians in order to preserve their so-called 'Youth'. Then, they'll shrug it off as part of 'Growing Up'. Under their own utterly inane judgements, lies, secrets, sins, and even failure are nothing more but evidence of their youth. If that's the case, then wouldn't you say that someone who has failed at growing their Quirk is experiencing the height of their youth? Paradoxically, this doesn't seem to be the case."
I continued, as some of my classmates are finally beginning to comprehend my words.
"Ironically, the same could be said for 'changing'. A person can change all he wants, shifting into somebody who can at the least, be respected by this revolting 'youthful' society. However, one can never candidly change. The Quirk you're born with, inscribes your position in the social hierarchy until the day you die. The truth is, only the strong evade running away. Humanity, society, the current power-filled world around you… they are all but obstacles bringing the strong down. That's why… I will never be fooled."
After a deliberate sigh, I decided to hammer the last nail in the coffin.
"To conclude, those of you who think that could change anything should just go ahead and kill yourselves."
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.
"Wait, did you just suggest we kill ourselves?!"
"You bastard!"
"Would it hurt not to say the last line?!"
"How could you say that?! That is unbecoming of a hero!"
Honestly, I can't help but smirk internally. It faded down, however, when I saw the dark aura emanating from my… terrifying guidance counselor…
Then, for some odd reason, Aizawa-sensei suddenly stood up, a deeply amused grin etched to his face. He smirked rather smugly at Hiratsuka-sensei as he placed his right hand on my left shoulder..
"Good speech, kid. I'm impressed."
Wait, impressed?
Is he… my soul fathe—no, probably not.
As Aizawa-sensei walked away back to the teacher's desk, I decided to go back to my seat but before that… I was unfortunately gripped on the neck by the devil that is our guidance counselor. Her face was so scary I was reminded of my very first rival back in Pallet Town [6].
"O-oi, that hurts."
"Hikigaya Hachiman." I flinched at the tone of voice. "Teacher's Lounge. After lunch."
"And… what if I don't appear?"
Hiratsuka-sensei grinned rather grimly, "You wouldn't want to know."
I knew there was no way out of this… as our guidance counselor released my neck and went off to talk to the smirking homeroom teacher of Class 1A, I sat down in my seat, peacefully observing the students' chatter as I was the current topic. Honestly, I gave them amazing advice about killing themselves and they treat me like this?
"Hikigaya-kun, was that the best option you had?" Yukinoshita suddenly asks.
"Hmm?"
"Your speech."
Ah, so that's what she meant.
"It's the only way I could do things my way."
"I see."
"Besides, it's way better than your way of insulting people."
At that statement, she slightly spluttered.
"H-how did you…?"
I smirked, "I'm more perceptive than what meets the eye."
"Yes, I suppose you are definitely more perceptive than a delusional thug trying to rob the nearby convenience store."
Instant recovery?!
"Oi, I don't look like a thug at all."
"Perhaps you were a disguised thug who wore beggar clothing, then? No wonder you escaped the police…"
"No, I don't wear Aizawa-sensei's clothes. And, police? Look, I happen to be perfectly abiding by the legislation."
"Maybe I should issue an investigation, then. I'm certain they'd discover plenty of broken laws."
"What am I, some notorious villain?"
"No, you are most certainly a nefarious second-rate villain."
"Huh?"
"My apologies, I meant a low-end convenience store robber."
"Okay, now you're just repeating things!"
"I apologize. I was wrong again. I meant one of those kids who rob fruits at the wet markets."
"Are you trying to be nice?"
"No, I was being sarcastic."
Ergh… you know what? I am definitely writing her name in my DIY Death Note. Yukinoshita, you should prepare, for my ultra Death Note prowess and writing skills are superb! As we gave each other a dismissive nod in unison, we both went back to what we were originally doing.
However…
Aha!
I just caught Peach-chan staring at me again!
-o-o-o-o-o-
Lunch Period
12:49 PM
The breeze.
Can it change? Well, the route of the breeze can.
It doesn't matter, though.
There is nothing that we could do to disrupt the initial breeze of our ether.
Not only is it unstoppable by normal human biology, it also sways in the direction where loners exist.
To me, the breeze is a calm atmosphere—something of which I enjoy.
Right now, I was sitting outside UA on the stairs near the fields where our Quirk Assessment Test had occurred earlier this morning. Have I told you there were actually some tennis courts nearby here? Anyway, it certainly helps when this quiet place just seems to comfort me. After all, Loners such as I do particularly enjoy that type of relaxation. All alone, with the breeze.
Hey, wanna know something else that I enjoy?
Gently gripped by my right hand, was a can of MAX Coffee.
Yes. That's right. Recently, I've found out that the nearby vending machine I passed before I got here had the Chiba-Special Max Coffees! This is the literal best! UA is definitely the best Heroics School, hands down! Now the only thing that could ever rival UA is a school filled with many MAX Coffees and free food and dead corpses of normies and maybe some girls willing to join my about-to-be established hare—
"Hikigaya?"
A gruff voice suddenly came from behind me. I would've jumped if it weren't for the fact that I may have just spilt my can of MAX Coffee. Looking behind me, it appears that my homeroom adviser (who I thought was a hobo beggar from the sidewalk) had accidentally discovered the ultimate presence of ultra tranquility.
"Ah, sensei."
Aizawa-sensei sat down beside me in the stairs, holding what seemed to be—wait… is that… a MAX Coffee?! No way, is Aizawa-sensei my actual soul father?!
"So why are you here instead of the cafeteria?" he asked, "If you're wondering why I'm here, then just know that I'm looking for the monitoring device I misplaced somewhere around here."
He lost something? Wow. Talk about being responsible.
"Well, since most students are in the cafeteria, it really won't surprise me if news broke off that I, a Heroics Student, had told his classmates to go kill themselves."
"Are you sure you don't want to refute that claim?"
I sighed, "It'll never get resolved, regardless. They're most likely talking about it already. So, the problem ends there. Any further attempts would appear as me trying to cover things up."
"If you look at it rather optimistically, at least you were able to stir the masses. If you make it through the three years, then, despite that twisted attitude of yours, you'll be a well-known Pro. Better get used to it now than later."
Twisted, huh?
"You don't see the bigger picture. I don't necessarily think optimistically, and if I did go to the cafeteria, it's either I receive pity or angered gazes." I paused for a second. "Besides, I'm aiming for Underground Heroics."
"Hmm. You don't seem like the type to become a hero just to save people. You want to graduate so you could live a carefree life then, huh?"
I spluttered, "H-how did you know?"
"Your essay speaks for itself. You're antisocial and you hate other people. You probably went with heroics because you detest the workforce."
What the hell?! How does he know that?!
"... am I that easy to read?"
"Not necessarily. It's only easy as you seem like a person that dislikes keeping fake appearances."
"Well, fake people have a lot to maintain. Real people just don't care."
"Heh, you're right about that one."
"Oh yeah, sensei, why do you like MAX Coffee?"
"Isn't that part pretty obvious?"
He IS my soul father! No way!
"Yeah. A can of sweet coffee a day keeps the bitterness of life away."
Aizawa-sensei stood up, walking away slowly. Before he entered the 5-meter distance away from me, he sent me a monotone glance.
"So you're a philosophical one too, huh? You're definitely one of the problem children."
A problem?
I guess I'm one big problem, then.
-o-o-o-o-o-
After Lunch
1:33 PM
I began to sweat.
And… it felt… dreading.
As the bright sun soared high in the sky, the solar rays pierced through the huge and transparent glass, therefore radiating on me.
Sometimes, I would ask myself. 'Is life really all that worth it?'
But, most of the time, I would arrive at one conclusion.
No.
As I stood before the Teacher's Lounge, I can't help but feel foreboding. How the hell can this one door look so ominous?! Is this a door to the secret Torture Chamber?! Is Yamori [7] going to appear out of nowhere and clip my toes?! No, it can't be. I am far too young for this!
"H-Hikigaya-kun?!"
Huh? Looking behind me, I saw a surprised Broccoli-ch—err—Midoriya walking toward me with an inquisitive yet rhetorical gaze. Wait a second, what is he doing—no, scratch that! This is actually amazing! Yes! I was definitely born under a lucky star!
"Yo," I replied, waving my right hand up.
"Good afternoon, Hikigaya-kun. Why are you here?"
"My life was threatened by our Guidance Counselor if I didn't approach her after lunch. What about you?"
"O-oh, well… I came here because I-I had to ask something…"
...what something?
Hmm. His body language looks pretty desperate that I don't pry, so I'll just comply. But even so… he's going to enter? Yes! You see, loners are really bad at social interactions. When loners engage in conversations, either someone talks to them, or someone doesn't talk to them. Basically, loners don't start conversations. That means that walking up to the Faculty Room was a very bad idea. Of course, Midoriya is also a loner, but I'm a hardcore loner, so that means that Midoriya should do the talking. Therefore, Midoriya is a true hero! Heck, he was so heroic I thought I'd begin licking his shoes!
"Well, let's go in…"
"Sure, you go first."
Hehahaehaheaheaheaha! Yes. I don't usually do this, but if I do… I can be a mastermind manipulator when I want to.
Broccoli-chan nodded timidly, before putting on a brave front and knocking on the door thrice before entering. He headed in first, and I followed cautiously. Yes. I had to be cautious. I wouldn't know if this place was a secret trap or something designed to capture me. And, I would never know if Midoriya was actually Midoriya or just a copy. Once we got in the room, all the present teachers' heads swatted to us. Wait, is that Aizawa-sensei sleeping in the corner?
"H-hi! I'm sorry for the intrusion…"
The teachers eyed him for a bit, then me but for a bit longer—wait, did they think I was some criminal or something? Oh no. This was so depressing, maybe I should just give up on life...
"Ah, Young Midoriya. Thanks for coming here."
Then, came to be… who seemed like… huh? Who the heck is he?
A tall blonde man who was relatively thin and boney appeared out of nowhere, smiling somewhat gently. He had what seemed to be perfect-blue eyes and a skeletal grin. Man. This senior citizen seems suspicious. His body language is screaming something about trying to hide something.
"And you're with…"
"Hikigaya Hachiman - Class 1A. I'm here on different matters."
"Ah, good afternoon, Young Hikigaya."
Not to mention he looks like All Might… oh wait a second. I know who he is. An extremely die-hard All Might fan!
"Oi, Yagi-san! Has my guest come in yet?" a familiar voice asked, as the same woman I saw earlier who also happened to be the guidance counselor demoness. "Well, well, well, Hikigaya. It looks like you did come after all."
"What do you mean, woman? You literally threatened me."
The All Might wanna-be coughed with a snort, as Midoriya quietly chuckled. However, that wasn't what bothered me at that moment. No. It was Hiratsuka-sensei's 'Ultimate Death Fist Death Glare Move'.
"What did you say?"
Gulp, "N-nothing…"
As if her demeanor took another complete 180 like earlier, my guidance counselor smiled at the two other people in our vicinity as she scared me so much that I thought I'd die when she used her Super Metal Grip on my neck—and wow, what the hell? Her grip is actually strong!
"Excuse us for a bit, you two," Hiratsuka-sensei smiled, like the devil incarnate she was.
Wait, what?
As my guidance counselor decided to furtively walk away with me in tow, I couldn't help but look at the very amused Midoriya with such a betrayed look.
Dammit, Midoriya! You're supposed to be my hero! Noooo!
-o-o-o-o-o-
As puffs of smoke went by, I can't help but be forced to inhale this extremely unhealthy substance. I mean, since the existence of cigarettes began in about the early 19th century, you'd think that nowadays it should be completely safe, right?
Hah.
No.
This is exactly why the technology of our world is procrastinating! People still die of lung cancer from these things, and it's way worse for other people who inhale the smoke. I mean, have you ever heard of secondhand smoke? Basically, it's more lethal for an outsider to inhale the smoke from a smoker. Wait, did that make sense?
"What the hell did you write in that paper?"
Ah yes, my guidance counselor. Right now, she was sitting in the lounge with her legs crossed.
"Is smoking even allowed—" a fist came whirling past my neck once more.
What the hell, woman?! You could've literally killed me!
"Answer the question."
"Ah… I… you see, I wrote what I deemed fitting. It's only logical to apply one's ideals inside an essay that expresses one's thought, right?"
"What are you, some weird terrorist that wants to shoot everyone in school?"
"Wait, how does that even relate to the subject at hand?"
Hiratsuka-sensei ruffled her hair, exasperation and worriedness both emanating from her expression. Honestly, she may be a teacher, but it's way sexier to call her your therapist—okay, nevermind, that's just wrong.
"Damn it, your eyes look like a dead fish's."
"Heh. Do I look that chock full of Omega-3's? No wonder I'm smart—"
"Oh? So you're being smart with me, eh?"
"E-err…"
"Okay, fine. Just tell me. Hikigaya, what the hell were you thinking when you wrote this essay?"
Hmm, I don't know. I usually don't recall what I was thinking. I tend to daydream and completely forget about what I daydreamed about after two minutes. Even so, maybe a logical answer would suffice.
"I was thinking about how stupid normies where and—"
"Okay, that's enough, kid."
Kid? Why are you so adamant in calling me that? Is it because you're too old—
"What was that?" Hiratsuka-sensei glared, the corners of her mouth twitching.
Is she an Esper?!
"I-I uhh, I'm sorry, I'll just rewrite it."
"Hmm…"
Is she not satisfied with my apology? Does she want me to kneel and lick her shoes? Does she want me to praise her and chant some weird cult stuff? I knew it! She is a demon! She probably wants me to do a demonic ritual! Freaking demoness old woma—
"Hikigaya, it's best that you stop thinking about that."
What the hell?! She really IS a mind reader!
A droplet of sweat dripped across my face.
Whilst cupping her chin, Hiratsuka-sensei spoke once more. "You don't have any friends, don't you?"
"... well, uhh… you see… it's just that I generally don't really like being close with anyone—"
"In other words, you don't have any."
"Sure…"
"Well, it was pretty obvious, really."
"Yes. Friends are definitely useless. I don't need friends. They will only use you—"
"Okay, okay. No need to continue that statement. You probably have some messed up sense of justice like some shonen anime protagonist…"
"I'm an L fanboy… [8]"
She reads shonen? Woah, totally unexpected!
"Doesn't seem like it. Anyway, do you have a girlfriend?"
"... not yet."
Yes. Emphasis on 'yet'. It's the perfect combination to instill hope. Perhaps Hiratsuka-sensei wants to indulge in a forbidden student-teacher relation—no definitely not. I mean, I definitely don't. Why the hell did I think of that? Also, stop staring at her breasts, okay?! I mean, the way they bounce is pretty cool but still—
"And considering your lackadaisical personality, you probably aren't in any clubs."
"Heh. That's where you're wrong, sensei, you see—"
"The 'Going Home' club isn't an official club."
"... ah."
Dang it, I was hoping to possibly find some holes within whatever dangerous thing she might be plotting…
"You know what? You don't even need to rewrite your essay."
Huh? "Wait, really?"
"Yes, however…"
Oh god, not a 'however' again.
"However…?"
"You have to do community service—"
"No thank you, service happens to be a completely irrational thing to do considering the placement, time, and—"
"Shut up."
Honestly, she is terrifying! Definitely a second-rate sadist for sure!
"You know what?" Hiratsuka-sensei stands up from her seat, throwing her cigarette into the ash urn then suddenly grips my neck as if she were some robot. "Come with me."
"A-at least loosen the grip!"
Forcibly, Hiratsuka-sensei just straight-up began walking to wherever we were supposed to go.
"Hurry up."
"You're crushing my neck!"
Is this woman trying to kill me?! What's up with this high-tier hazing?!
-o-o-o-o-o-
[Interlude 2]
1:42 PM
"All Might… about Hikigaya-kun…"
Earlier this lunch period, I tried to talk to him. I waited for him in the cafeteria, but he was nowhere to be found. I wasn't able to see him. I… really wanted to talk to him. I wanted to know of his Quirk, and how he came to be who he is now. Being Quirkless for nearly all my life, I… can't help but feel that he was also mistreated—if not, even worse. For some reason, I think that it was because of his Quirk.
I know his speech from earlier. I know that… It is all said from experience. His confidence in just blatantly telling us to kill ourselves just means that he probably thought there was no problem in doing so.
I know the implications of straightforwardly doing that. It means that he was so used to being suicide baited. And, I think that's a really bad thing.
Especially since my life isn't as bad. I've only been baited once in my life—and that was with Kacchan—but I know that he really didn't mean that one. Still though… he had a Quirk, so why was he hated?
"Young Hikigaya… Well, I haven't really read his student file yet. But..." his face told me that he also knew of the implications. "If what his answers in the essay portion of the entrance exams are really something that he believes in, then..."
Then? Then what? I wonder—
"O-oi! Slow down, woman!"
"Shut up, kid! Just keep on walking."
Our thoughts were cut off as we were snapped back to reality. Hikigaya-kun was being dragged around the room by my Guidance Counselor.
When they exited the Teacher's Lounge, me and All Might looked at each other.
Then, we burst out, laughing.
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1:44 PM
What is Religion? Religion is basically a belief wherein one person places faith in a superstitious or supernatural entity that exists far beyond the scope of humanity. Personally, I don't believe in any form of religion, but still… Jesus Christ, I swear to devote my life to Christianity if you just PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS DEMONIC WOMAN'S DEATH METAL GRIP RIGHT NOW!
Approximately 4 minutes away from the Faculty Office, I was currently at the top floor—not particularly at the roof, but the top floor. Up here, there were many empty classrooms with a bathroom at each end of the hall.
But still... What will happen?
I'm inclined to believe that we are indeed going to a torture chamber. I mean, Nezu-sensei seemed like the type to build them on his campus. However, Nezu-sensei isn't really within the scope of my concern right now. My biggest problem right now was my Guidance Counselor. Is Hiratsuka-sensei somehow going to torture me and laugh in satisfaction? I might need to update her status into a first-rate sadist. Seriously! I am beginning to fear for my life! I can't die yet! I haven't written enough suicide plans!
"We're here." Hiratsuka-sensei said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
We stopped directly in front of a classroom. I looked up at the signs to see no name on the placard for this room. Where was I? A secret base?
"Why are we here?"
Hiratsuka-sensei grinned, "You'll find out soon."
My guidance counselor slid open the door, then literally shoved me inside as if I were some haulable bag of garbage.
When we got in, though, I immediately noticed the sudden drop in temperature.
The room was neatly organized. All the excess chairs and tables were neatly put-away in the back of the class. There were also barely any signs of dust. That means that the room had just been cleaned. The lights weren't on, but that was understandable since the rays of the sunlight were already illuminating the room. The windows were opened, and there were no signs of air conditioning. It was just fresh air swaying from the winds.
But my eyes gazed through everywhere until it landed at one certain spot.
In the near-middle of the room, there was a chair and a girl with a curtain of swaying raven-black hair.
The winds danced alongside her still body.
Her face, doll-like and smooth.
Her icy blue eyes, gazing intently on the book she was reading.
There lay the Ice Cold Princess in all her beautiful glory.
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I wish the RomCom Gods would just give me a break.
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And so, what Hiratsuka Shizuka hoped for had begun.
Chapter - End
References:
[1] 'Curses' are creatures made up of negative energy in "Jujutsu Kaisen".
[2] 'Kakashi no Tema' is an OST from "Naruto".
[3] There is a character from "Hyouka" that does this habit.
[4] Reference to a famous line from "Naruto" and "Naruto Shippuden".
[5] Quote by "Dolly Parton".
[6] A small town in "Pokemon".
[7] A character from "Tokyo Ghoul".
[8] 'L' is a character from "Death Note".
MHA Characters not included in 1-A:
Aoyama Yuga (Seat 1)
Ojiro Mashirao (Seat 6)
Koda Koji (Seat 9)
Sato Rikido (Seat 10)
Shoji Mezo (Seat 11)
Hagakure Toru (Seat 16)