Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia, I only claim my OC, Yoru Nirishima and Obsidian. See end of chapter for further notice.

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The Magical Idiot of UA High

By: Black Cat Angel

Chapter 1: Kosuke Gushiken - Arcadia

He stands on top of a skyscraper overlooking the humans below him. The spring, night air bellows his cape. His green eyes pierce through his lavender mask. Each human he sees is unaware of his presence; unaware of the true peril amongst them. He lives in a world where eighty percent of humans have superpowers known as quirks. The masked man scoffs at the remark. He knows how power-hungry humans can get if they even taste a small amount of it, they believe they are above the average. They believe God Himself blessed them for giving them such wondrous gifts (or what those with religious beliefs).

What a bunch of malarkey.

Okay, it's kind of true. God blessed a small infant with a magnificent power to protect mankind from danger. Then, He decided why not add one more. One more became hundreds; next, thousands; after, millions and millions more. Practically, every human being has a quirk. The Fates were appalled of how vast these quirks multiply. Humans gaining different powers faster before their eyes. They knew God had good intentions, but magic continues to grow extinct. Yes, magic exists on Earth as Man came to walk on Gaia. So, the Fates decided they should seek a candidate to practice magic and defend not only these "quirky" humans but those without them in secret. This candidate will become the Sorcerer Supreme – the most powerful being who studies the Ancient Arts. Yet the other Fates have opinions on what the next candidate on what the next Sorcerer Supreme should be. God suggested to the Fates that they should have more competitors and should battle to claim the worthy title.

Now, it's the Third Generation to fight for the title and power. The competition isn't about combat and power. Okay, mostly power. The rules are simple: defeat the other candidates and seek Lady Cerise's descendant. Lady Cerise was known as the Witch of Everlasting Knowledge of Magic and first Sorceress Supreme. As the legend goes, when Lady Cerise died her spirit moved to her next bloodline along with her magic. If a candidate were to obtain the spirit, they will instantly be the next Sorcerer Supreme. So far, they never found her, and that instant-win rule was forgotten.

Arcadia, this generation's participating candidate, wants to be the next Sorcerer Supreme. Tonight, he will defeat his opponent.

"Arcadia!" speak of the Devil and he shall appear. Arcadia turns to see his arch-rival, Obsidian, riding on his dragon. "This is the night where you fall before me!" Such confidence. Such arrogance. Someone's been practicing.

"Big talk as always, Obsidian", Arcadia jests, "but your words mean nothing if you have no bite to back it up." A pure white owl flies above him. He leaps up as the bird grows bigger. The masked man perches on his pet's back not taking his eyes off his opponent.

"Arcadia, you use your words as both a shield and sword, unfortunately, it won't protect you for long!" Obsidian's left fist lights up a violet hue.

"Then, by all means, let's start the brawl." Arcadia's right-hand glows a vibrant green.

Without hesitation, Obsidian begins his first attack by thrusting his glowing hand. Dark purple energy heads toward the smirking masked man. Arcadia lifts his hand. A light green sphere surrounds himself and his feathered friend.

"Do try to hurry to admit defeat. Some of us need our beauty sleep", Arcadia mocks his opponent which causes another violet spear to thrust his barrier, but it left no mark. He sighs, "why do I feel like this fight will take all night."

~MHA~

Kosuke Gushiken releases a loud yawn as he walks the hallway of his new high school alongside his best friend since kindergarten. He stares into his friend's dark purple eyes with bags underneath them; his friend's hair reminds him of a fluffy indigo cloud, so inviting to sleep on.

"Long night?" his best friend asks in concern causing the tired blond to look back to his friend's attention.

"You know. The usual'", Kosuke tiredly retorts.

A moment of silence comes between them. Kosuke's friend speaks a different topic. "Arcadia went through another encounter last night." Being a candidate chosen by the Fates is a great honor with a few drawbacks. One of those drawbacks involves keeping battles and mystique personas a secret; however, they will allow each participant to choose one person as their ally to aid them in keeping their secret.

And Hitoshi Shinso, his best friend, is an exception to the rule. Kosuke didn't pick Hitoshi to be his secret keeper. It became an accident; an accident that could've handled better. Let's just say Kosuke, A.K.A. Arcadia, doesn't know nor become the definition of "discreet". Nonetheless, Kosuke is glad Hitoshi is the type to hold onto a big secret such as his.

"You should work on that", the indigo-haired teen points out, "Arcadia is getting reckless nowadays."

"I would if I could", Gushiken rubs his emerald eyes. His sandy, blond hair – a mess as it is – holds in a messy, short ponytail, which it might lose its hair tie if the exhausted boy were to jump high (not like he was planning to anyway). "But Arcadia can't stop. Once he senses his opponent nearby, his blood boils in overdrive and rushes over to them like they were in heat or something." Thankfully, no one was around to hear them chat otherwise Hitoshi would activate his quirk to get them to forget (or so Gushiken hopes his friend's brainwash is powerful enough or else he might consider bringing a baseball bat with the inscription "You See Nothing").

"Thank God."

"Thank God for what?"

"For not going into heat. I would hate to see he sorry fool to be your lover."

"Hey! I'm a great catch!" Kosuke declares, "I got that cute girl with the purple skin to go on a date me at junior high."

"The reason she did go out with you was that she accidentally used her quirk to set you on fire and as an apology, she took you to get ice cream. That wasn't a date; that was a pity party", Hitoshi states, reminiscing on how the girl apologies numerous times and the blond had to wear his gym uniform the entire day. Overall, it was hilarious.

"Fine, you win this round, Toshi! But mark my words, there's someone out there for me just as there's a chance you'll get into the Hero's Course! I can feel like it in my loins!"

"Please stop saying that. It sounds like you have some sort of disease." Shinso doesn't want to admit it, but he admires his friend's optimism. The reason they are in the same class, which in Class 1-C – General Studies Course – was because his quirk didn't go well in the physical course of the entrance exam. The written portion was a piece of cake. The physical, however, wasn't as grand. They had to destroy robots to gain points and with everyone rushing to do their thing, Shinso couldn't brainwash anyone let alone a bunch of robots. Long story short, they barely made a few rescue points, yet enough to get them into UA. At least he recognizes someone to start a civilized conversation. Even though that said individuals can be a weirdo occasionally. It always amazes the blue-haired boy of how his childhood friend retaliates from exhaustion to hyperactive in a matter of seconds.

"I'm telling you, Toshi!" Gushiken ignores his friend's glare as he runs ahead, "Spring is in here which means new beginnings and love is in the air!" What Kosuke doesn't realize is how another student was walking his way. Their eyes linger on a piece of paper in their hands. Without looking forward, the blond rushes forward colliding with the approaching student. They fall. The student below Kosuke is dazed and confused with a slight pain from the back of their head. Yoru laying on top of them. "I should really look where I was… was…" he stops and gazes at the student. The student is male (due to his uniform), short, and thin. What is surprising is his ruby eyes staring through Kosuke's green irises.

He did overlook one thing: the male student has the head of a blackbird.

"My God, you're beautiful", Kosuke utters, without realizing, causing the boy's feathers to puff up. The raven's eyes widen a bit, pupils dilate. Before Kosuke could embarrass himself further, Shinso decides to intervene by pulling his idiot friend off the student by the collar.

"ACK!"

"I'm sorry for my friend here", Shinso apologizes, "he was dropped as a baby relentlessly and suffers a disease known as "the stupid".

"Hey, I'm right here you know!"

"I know."

"You're a dick."

"I am what my appendage is."

The raven stands up and dusts himself. "I should apologize. I was not looking at my surroundings."

"Even his voice is beautiful." Shinso hits his stupefied friend over the head.

"My name is Fumikage Tokoyami."

"I'm Kosuke Gushiken. The guy holding me hostage is my Mother Hen in male form, Hitoshi Shinso."

"Like Hell I'm your mother."

"You nag like my mother."

"I nag you, as so kindly put it because you do stupid things."

"Not everything I do is stupid!"

"I can list twenty on the top of my head."

"Highly irrelevant!"

"It was yesterday."

"…you're still a dick…"

"I rest my case."

A cough breaks their banter. The two bickering friends look at Tokoyami who seems as though he's out of place, besides appearance-wise. "As amusing as your "conversation" is going, can you two as to be generous enough to assist me in reaching my destination."

Kosuke tilts his head. "Huh?"

Shinso rolls his eyes. "He's lost and he wants us to take him to his classroom."

"Oh~ why didn't you say so, Toko?"

The raven blinks his red eyes. "I beg your pardon. Toko?"

"Yeah", Kosuke chirps, "short for Tokoyami. I think it's a cute nickname." He notices Tokoyami's eyes avert his direction. "Was it something I said?"

"Just tells us which class you're in before Kosuke has an excuse to keep flirting with you", the purple-haired boy remarks as he pushes his lovesick friend away from the male avian.

"I wasn't flirting! I was being polite! What's wrong with that!"

"Oh, nothing. The way you're "not flirting" sounds like flirting but you can't flirt because your flirting skills are as dry as sand."

Kosuke glares at Hitoshi.

"My homeroom ", Tokoyami cuts between them, "is Class 1-A."

Now Hitoshi glares at Tokoyami while Kosuke looks at the raven in bewilderment. "Sweet! That's the Hero Course, right?" Kosuke asks. Tokoyami nods. "All right! Let's go! To the Hero Course!"

"Other way, Kosuke ", Hitoshi says, not taking his eyes off of the raven. The said-bird stares back.

Kosuke went between them, taking Tokoyami's hand along the way. "I knew that!"

~MHA~

It took a few twists and turns and a couple of flights of stairs (they could've used the elevator, but Kosuke had too much energy to use it) all while dragging a reluctant Tokoyami and a passive Shinso (the said boy was giving his friend directions).

Nevertheless, the three boys manage to locate Class 1-A but as soon as they reach their destination one thought goes through their heads: "That is a big ass door." Yoru voices this thought as the other two silently thank him. "What does the A stand for? Atomically humongous?" Kosuke says, staring at the tall door. "I mean what student or teacher is that big in size?!"

"Do you know what atomically even means? Yet is it even a word?" Hitoshi quips.

"Of course, it's a real word! I said it, didn't I?" Kosuke puts his fists on his sides in pride.

Hitoshi sighs. "Note to self, get Kosuke a dictionary for his birthday."

Tokoyami chooses this moment to speak. "Thank you for guiding me and may you have safe travels to your homeroom", he says, giving the two friends a grateful bow.

"Hey, Toko", the raven stops himself from going toward the tall door and stare at Gushiken's way. The blond nervously rubs his neck, his cheeks are a shade of light pink. "I was wondering… if you want to… you don't have to say yes or anything-"

"He wants to exchange cell numbers in case he can ask you out to a proper date", Hitoshi interrupts his stammering friend.

Kosuke jumps up with wide eyes. Face turning into a tomato red shade. Tokoyami looks impassive, even though his red eyes are dilated. "Are you insane!" he yells, "I just want to hang out with Toko! Is that a problem? Do you want to?" The last question was pointed to Tokoyami.

"I think you are eccentric and… full of life… but I feel as though you do not know boundaries…" Yoru's posture sags. His shoulders slump slightly. Hitoshi knows very well that that's his friend's defeated pose. He prepares himself for what's to come in the aftermath. "However," Tokoyami continues which perk Kosuke's attention, "as active as you are, I believe I should give you a chance at this newfound friendship."

"Yeeeeessssssss!" Gushiken leaps up high in victory. Then, he does his victory dance, which involves a lot of buttock movements.

"Kosuke, he said friendship, not a relationship", Shinso concurs, "ergo he's not interested in being together romantic-wise and stop dancing! You're not doing yourself justice by embarrassing yourself."

"I don't care! I'm so happy!"

"Um…" Tokoyami interrupts them, "I do not want to be rude, but I need to get inside before I am tardy."

"Oh, right! Sorry!" Both Gushiken and Tokoyami exchange numbers. After that, the blond keeps waving goodbye with a long-lasting, dreamy look on his face. Shinso, as impatient as the rain, has enough and decides to act by grabbing his friend's collar and drags him away from the lovely raven and Class 1-A. "He's amazing, isn't he?" Kosuke asks with a longing sigh, still daze by the raven's dark beauty. "I'm gonna text him!"

Shinso rolls his tired eyes. "Gee, how should I know? I wasn't gawking at him like I was picturing him naked or anything."

"How dare you! I was taught to be a gentleman, not a pervert!"

"Could've fooled me", Shinso sarcastically replies, "now use those legs of yours and walk. I'm not dragging your lazy ass all the way to homeroom." To emphasize his point, Shinso drops his friend and continues walking.

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm surprised you didn't ask about his avian features. Then again, you did say you were taught to be a gentleman and asking about his bird head might consider rude in your book."

Kosuke looks up from his cell phone. "Toko has a bird head?"

~MHA~

He made it.

Fumikage Tokoyami is in the Hero Course. After being escorted by Gushiken and Shinso, he enters through the tall door and was met with a few new faces. One of those faces includes a big male student with silver hair, a blue mask that covers his lower face and has six arms. Well, at least he won't be the only oddball standing out. He moves himself to the back and sits at an empty desk. Later, more students arrive. At this point, Tokoyami let his mind wander until his cell phone vibrates. It's a text message from Gushiken; unfortunately, he dubs his name as "Blond Hotness". He needs to correct that later.

Blonde Hotness: Hope u have a wonderful first day and I hope I'll c u at Lunch.

Tokoyami: Thank you. Perhaps our paths will cross sooner than you think.

Blonde Hotness: I'll hold u to it, Toko. 😉

For some reason, hearing Gushiken calls him Toko makes his stomach do a backward flip. It didn't nauseate him he likes it. Short for his surname, but it's his name, nonetheless.

'He likes you', his inner voice calls out, beckoning for Tokoyami's attention, and by an inner voice, it is Tokoyami's quirk with a mind of his own, Dark Shadow.

Gushiken is being friendly', he tells him.

'Sure friendly', Dark Shadow scoffs at his host's choice of phrasing, 'that guy practically drools all over you. I bet he won't hesitate to kiss the grounds you walked on.'

'Silence your pestering, Dark Shadow! I will not let you speak ill of Gushiken. He might have suffered a concussion. He did bump into me hard, after all.'

'He called us beautiful! No one in our life calls us beautiful.' Tokoyami wants to say Gushiken refers to him as beautiful since he hasn't met Dark Shadow and hopefully it'll stay that way for a while. 'Not to mention, you don't get easily flustered.'

As much as he wants to disagree with him, Dark Shadow makes a crucial point. He doesn't get general compliments from anyone. Well, not in his whole life growing up. His phone vibrates. Another message.

Blonde Hotness: Oh crap! Toshi's tryin to nab my phone!

Blonde Hotness: I'll never b silent!

Blonde Hotness: NEVEMFFNFIFIIIVNIRR

Tokoyami averts his eyes off his cellular device to look up at his two classmates. The boy in glasses, whose movements resemble a robot, scolds a blond, spiky-haired boy to remove his feet off the desk which the blond replies with a snarky comeback.

The raven rolls his eyes.

Homeroom hasn't started and two students already dislike each other. Tokoyami shouldn't be surprised. Everyone, including himself, wants to be the next Number One Hero just like All Might. Who knows? Perhaps the next All Might is someone amongst his new classmates. His phone vibrates again. He glances at it.

Blonde Hotness: Hey Toko! I got my cell back b4 Tosh saw me take it. My homeroom is sooo BORING! My teach just talks and talks.

Blonde Hotness: I feel like I'm watchin that documentary movie where the old man's voice talks about educational shit with that mono voice.

Blonde Hotness: I think I'm gonna take a power nap.

Blonde Hotness: Did ur homeroom started? How is it?

Tokoyami looks up at his classmates again. A short boy with curly, green hair and a pretty girl with brown hair and blushing cheeks are speaking with the tall boy with glasses. A spiky, blond boy keeps glaring at green curly hair.

Tokoyami: My homeroom has not begun, yet it is livelier than expected.

Blonde Hotness: Did someone threw a chair or a desk?

Tokoyami: It might lead up to it if the teacher does not reveal themselves soon.

Blonde Hotness: Damn. U're gettin all the front row seat special!

Blonde Hotness: If they start fighting can you record it?

Blonde Hotness: Don't stand too close if blood starts spillin. Don't want blood stains on ur pretty face.

Blonde Hotness: SHIT! Teach is looking at me. I'll text ya l8ter, beautiful!

Once again, the raven's stomach does another backflip along with a warmth seeping through his chest. The bird-headed teenager met this expressive boy merely a few minutes ago and he made him feel lightweight with just a few words. Maybe the collision did mess with his mind. He can picture Gushiken texting in secret with his goofy grin plastered on his lightly tan skin. His green eyes light up with every word he types. Imagining the image makes his chest beat.

"If you're here to socialize then you can get out." Tokoyami conceals his cell phone to look up at his new teacher… who happens to be in a yellow sleeping bag looking as exhausted and annoyed to be dealing with nonsense. He carefully listens to his instructor, but Gushiken words and compliments plague his mind.

Dark Shadow is right about one thing: it's not every day someone calls him beautiful.

Chapter 1 Fin

'Sup peeps! My new experiment! To me, I think Tokoyami is adorable in a gothic sort of way. So I decided to write a fanfic story about Tokoyami/OMC. I was going to hold it off for October, but I'm too excited to release for first My Hero Academia. I just finished Season Three (awaiting patiently for Season 4) and the ideas kept spewing. God, I miss this passion.

Those who are true MHA fans, I will say I am both basing off the anime and not at the same time (if that makes any sense, whatsoever). But if you have any opinions or facts I should be aware you can PM me.

So, tell me what you think. Note that there will be magic involve and I apologize for anyone who has religious beliefs and if I offend that religion in any way.

And if you have ideas, comment or PM me 'cause that would get my creative juice pumping with my vast imagination.

So far, I just started on Chapter 2 in written form so it might be awhile.

Until then, see you soon.

From, BC-Angel