"And this is where you will be staying, make yourself comfortable"
Looking around the room it was quite simple. A single bed, a small closet, desk, chair and bathroom. This still beats living in a beat up bunker however, so I took it with grace. Thanking Cementoss, I started to unpack my bag. Carefully putting my spare headset onto the desk, the rest of my bag gradually emptied itself. Unpacking my spoils I procured from my excursion at the lab, a HK MP7a2, with a couple half-full spare magazines, and a Dragunov SVD, but I didn't have any spare ammo or magazines. I needed to ask Nezu to get a gun cabinet or gun room, as I didn't want any unwanted eyes or hands on my guns. Setting them aside for now, I gradually unpacked my backpack, and pulled a smaller, 'go' bag from it. Taking off my rig, and helmet, I put down my MK18 and grabbed my go bag. I still needed to ask Nezu about the Uniform, and other things I needed. That and I was hungry.
My current room was part of a larger co-ed dormitory. When I previously asked why Nezu was building dorms when the school was currently a day board. Annoyingly, I got no answers from the rodent. Making my way to the cafeteria, A few heads were turned as people weren't used to seeing a 15 year old in combat fatigues. Noting that since the school year has yet to start, everyone here was in their second or third years. I stood in the lunch line as people gave me a wide berth. That was understandable however, as I hadn't yet showered and I smelled like blood and sweat. Grabbing a simple beef bowl, I scoured the cafeteria for a spot to sit.
Finding an empty spot by the large glass outer walls, My mouth waters as I thoroughly inspected my meal, eyes softening as a hot meal like this was truly a rare sight, with the scarcity of fresh food and spices. I grabbed my cutlery set from my bag, and just as I was about to dig in, I felt a pair of eyes on my back.
I turned around only to be met with a pair of blue eyes staring back at me.
"Can I help you?"
I tentatively asked as the owner of those eyes continued to stare at me. Suddenly, a head of yellow hair rose above the diner seat.
"Sorry about my friend here, Mirio. Mirio Togata, Nice to meet you."
Such a genuine and sincere greeting. I could only wish to have that much confidence and charisma.
"Just call me Nanashi"
I responded, before another person tentatively rose over the seats.
"Um, my name is Tamaki Amajiki ni-nice to meet you too."
I sympathised with Tamaki's shyness. Lastly, the pair of blue eyes seemed to harden in jest, before speaking.
"Hi, I'm Nejire Hado, where are you from? Are those clothes real? Why are you here? What is your favourite colour?
Stunned, I looked at Mirio for help, but all I got was a bewildered smile. Sighing, I turn to the girl in front of me eager for answers.
"To answer your questions, I was born in America, yes these clothes are real, and I'm here because I am going to be a student here." I couldn't really tell anyone where I came from, no-one would believe me.
"But the first years don't start school until next week!" she exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at me.
Putting that nugget of information aside, I somehow sigh even harder as I explained how I didn't currently have a place to stay, meaning I had to board at U.A. Of course I left out the part of me magically appearing here in the first place. They don't need to know that. I decided to head back to my room after finishing my meal and clearing the table. I needed to wash my utensils and take a shower.
Stepping into my room, I let out a breath of relief as I dropped my bag to the ground. Now, to the shower. Shedding my hole-ridden, blood crusted, and dirty old clothes onto the bathroom floor below me, I stepped into the bathtub and turned on the shower. The warm embrace of the water calmed my body, as my sore muscles relaxed. It had been so long since I had the comfort of a proper warm shower, in this wet haze, my mind began to drift. Ghosts of the past threatened to take hold as I tried to shake them away. The water then seemed to burn my back, as a frigid chill ran through my spine. Breathing faster, the humid air choked my lungs as my heart kicked into overdrive. My ears ring in protest, as the crushing water brings me to my knees. Grasping for the shower valve, molten lava stops pouring onto me, as I take a deep breath. Exhaling, my mind clears, and strength returns to my legs. Standing up, I step out of the tub, water spilling everywhere. Drying myself, I grabbed the only set of 'casual' clothes I had. After drying my hair, I grab a packet of crackers from my small bag. After finishing the crackers, I throw the wrapper away as I open the door to my room. I had a principle to talk to.
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Leaving the imposing office and closing the large mahogany door, my brain aches as I try to process the wall of information shot at me. I already had my suspicions since the exams. Horns, longer limbs, and other physical abnormalities struck me as impossible. Turns out, I have been sent to the future. It would seem that all these anomalies were caused by the emergence of quirks. Thinking about it made my brain hurt. Every place I had ever known, all the people I have ever met, they all faded into sands of time while I stand here with clean clothes, a full belly and spotless. Don't get me started about the possible quirks someone could have. Given the limited knowledge I had on the subject, my mind already shudders to ponder the possible powers one could have. Immortality? Time Travel? Resurrection? All would theoretically be possible if Nezu was telling the truth. On the bright side, things on the firearms side haven't really developed much in over 200 years, as society was collectively trying to figure out what to do with an increasing fraction of the population that had superpowers.
"One more thing before you leave, take this."
This rat bastard and his scary intuition.
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I packed my MK18 and Mp7 into 2 of my newly acquired gun cases, courtesy to a certain rodent. I needed to clean my guns, as having one jam or break on me during combat would be a death sentence. Opening the door to the workshop marked 1-H, I was greeted by a completely empty room. I wasn't one to complain as I began stripping my MK18. Separating the upper and lower receiver, I took out the charging handle and bolt carrier group, I set them down on the table as I applied lube to the gun before using an old rag to remove any remaining carbon residue. Next, I ran a bore snake down the length of the barrel cleaning it, before moving to the takedown pins, giving them a good clean with my rag. Unloading my 8 magazines, I had enough rounds to completely fill five mags but three unfortunately had to stay empty. All ready.
After re-assembling my MK18 and securing it back into its case, I moved on to the MP7 I found. The weapon seemed near pristine, with a little dirt and grime here and there. Removing the pins holding the folding stock, I took out the telescopic stock. Next I followed the same steps as before, lubricating the bolt carrier, charging handle and the pins holding the sock in place, before proceeding to clean the barrel with a brush. After re-assembling the gun, and putting it away I unloaded the two magazines plus the one that the gun came with. After unloading all three magazines, I had concluded that I had around 70 rounds. Loading two 30 round magazines, and leaving the last a third full, I began to make my way out of the workshop, arms full with cases.
The school bells ringing sounded, marking the end of another long day, as an unnumbered amount of sighs bellowed through the halls. I was a little peckish. After having to fight tooth to nail for just the chance of a next, especially as conditions worsened back there, having food basically given to me for free was something I was grateful for. I was pleasantly surprised to see some food on a buffet in the mess hall. A nagging voice in the back of my head told me that I didn't deserve this, that I was just leeching off others. Picking the leeches away, I grabbed a croissant. Fatty and baked goods were a rarity back there, and I thoroughly enjoyed my snack as I soon went back for seconds.
After cleaning my plate, and thanking Lunch Rush who had just smiled back at me, I planned my route back to my room. I wanted to avoid the questions one would inevitably have as the result of my casual clothes, and handful of cases. I assumed walking through a more scenic route would bring less people, as most would seek to leave as fast as possible, as soon as possible.
I was well on my way back to my abode, the door to the right of me caught my eye. It seemed to not have been used in a long time, with the interior completely dark. Opening the door, it was surprisingly unlocked as I searched for a light switch. Cursing myself for not bringing a flashlight, I fumble around in the dark before my hands somehow grace the lightswitch, without falling flat on my face! Turning it on, I truly did not expect a complete range inside this school. Maybe it was intended for archery? Looking around the room, I found some metal targets lying upon the wall, coated in thick dust. Grabbing a couple targets, I hang them up along the range, and set my cases down on the table nearby. Putting on my headphones and picking up my MK18, I took a deep breath, and shouldered it. The world began to peel away, the sounds of people in the halls nearby, the faint hum of the ventilation system, all settled like dust in the air as I grip my rifle in anticipation. My left eye closes, as my right eye takes the lead. My holographic sight illuminates my target before me. The room is dead quiet. Taking the first shot, I hit the centre of the target. The familiar tap of the recoil pushed into my shoulder, as I quickly flick over to the next target. Efficiently dismantling the targets before me, I was proud of my handiwork, as this was one of the few things I was good at anyway. Clearing my gun, I head down range and pick up the now hole-ridden targets. In hindsight, using military grade armour piercing rounds against steel targets may not have been the best idea. Shelving the thought away, Laying the damaged targets down where I found them, I packed my gun away. Now I needed to clean my gun. Again.
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Laying my head upon my soft pillow, I began to reflect on the day. Lets see, I narrowly escaped death through sheer luck, I woke up in a faux city filled with killer robots in the middle of a hero school entrance exam, watching a boy my age punch a hole through a robot the size of a 3 storey building, being given a free ticket to an education at an extremely prestigious school, being told people with superpowers was the norm, and having a full meal. Even just relaying it back to myself, it sounds preposterous. Sleep beckons, as I drift off once again, but this time slightly more at peace.
