Chapter 9! We're almost at 10 people, can ya feel it? Anyway, I think USJ will be either be two or three chapters, still debating that length. We'll just have to see what I want to do, in the end. The actual combat chapters are gonna be very long no matter what, otherwise I feel I won't be able to do the shitshow that is the USJ incident justice. Anyway, let's get to it.
"Today, we will have a special training session at USJ. We will be taking a bus there. President, Vice President, please help control your class. Everyone, go get dressed, we are leaving in 20." Aizawa says, then just absolutely fucks off, followed not steps behind by Kan, who barely spares a glance at us.
"...Universal Studios Japan?" Kaminari asks, hopefully, referring to the acronym that Aizawa had said, as I rise to my feet, loosening my tie a bit as I groan as I feel the soreness in my thighs. Leg day yesterday was a bad idea.
"Doubt it. Fuck me sideways." I mutter that last part under my breath. Groaning, I force myself to walk normally, as much as my legs hurt like hell right now.
"So...we gotta get changed, then!" Kirishima says, and I nod
"Let's get moving. I want everyone changed in 10 minutes. Any longer, I will personally drag anyone out of the locker rooms. Not the girls. I'll leave that to Yaoyorozu." I explain, and everyone nods.
"Aight. Le' go!" I call, and everyone gets up to head to the locker room.
After I get changed, I wait outside the boy's locker room door, keeping a watch on a timer on my phone, while counting how many boys leave the locker room. There are twenty-six boys other than me, and in 10 minutes, 26 are out. Good.
Walking out of the school, I spot the guys in my class gathered in smaller groups, speaking to one another about random things. Sero and Kaminar are discussing something about blunts, while Kirishima and Tetsutetsu speak about lifting form. Shishida and Iida are talking about studying techniques. The only not speaking to someone is Todoroki, who's staring off in space, ignoring everyone.
"...Fucker is alienating himself, huh?" Bakugo asks, having seemingly appeared next to me.
"Or he's just shy."
"Doubt it. Fucker is strong. You didn't see him fight. It was insane. He was brutal. Won the match before it even began. Just froze everyone. Impressive shit."
"Huh...well, we'll see how strong he gets," I mutter, as the girls all trickle out, dressed in their hero costumes.
"I see all of you are ready," Aizawa says, peeking his head out of the bus.
"Yes sir," I reply, and he nods
"Alright. All of you, get on."
"Alright, everyone, please get on in an or-"
"Iida." I cut the taller boy off with a simple snap of his name, and he looks at me.
"Yes?"
"You're not the President. Let me handle this." I say, and he stares for a second, before nodding in apology.
"You're right. I'm sorry, Midoriya."
"You're good. All Aight, on the bus! Try not to kill one another, I am not Recovery Girl." I say and step onto the bus, my classmates right behind me.
It's a similar layout to a city bus, and we fill every seat. I plop down in a hard plastic seat, and Shiozaki sits to my left, with Shoji on my right, and Yui on his far side.
After we're all settled, Aizawa begins to drive, for some reason. Does he have a bus license? Huh.
"Hey, Midoriya." Tsuyu says, and I turn to look at the Frog-quirk girl, who is looking at me, a blank look on her face
"Yeah?"
"I'm known to be very blunt."
"I know, so am I."
"So, with that in mind, your quirk seems similar to Hawks quirk. Are you two related?" She asks, and I blink.
"Nah. But, to be fair, my quirk is similar to Hawks. But he can independently control his feathers, I cannot. I just have wings. Very big wings, but they're still just wings." I reply, shrugging.
"Your quirk is still really cool. Flashy, too. Mine isn't." Kirishima says, a bit sheepish
"Who gives a fuck if your quirk is flashy?" I ask, and he blinks
"I mean...the Public?"
"Okay, so? Doesn't mean shit. Depends on how you use your quirk. Look at Wash. That man is a fucking Washing Machine, and he's incredibly high in the rankings. I mean, come on. All Might's quirk is just super strength on steroids. He wouldn't have gotten as far as he has without his personality and his sheer ability to inspire hope. If nothing else, the man can do that." I explain, and Kirishima blinks
"Oh...that was super manly! Thanks, Midoriya!" he says, and Kaminari smirks for a second.
"You know, the person with the flashiest quirk is either Bakugo or Todoroki. I mean, come on, we all saw how they performed in those combat trials, right? Though, Bakugo's personality is flaming shit, so eh." Kaminari says, and Bakugo snarls
"Fuck you, Pikachu! You become fucking useless after one fucking attack!" He snarls, and Kaminari shrugs.
"But it's cool!"
"No, it's fucking stupid." He replies, and I smirk a tiny bit
"Hey man, glass cannons are useful every once in a while. When you need to take out a glass house." I chuckle, and Kaminari gives me a confused look
"Why would you build a glass house? That seems stupid." Kaminari says, and Bakugo pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something that makes Jiro giggle.
"It's an expression, Kaminari. Kinda. Point is, you need to work on that. In a rescue situation, you can't just be a one and done." I explain
"I mean...I guess, but how do I even train my quirk like that?" He asks, and I think about it
"I would work with Bakugo, if anything else," I reply, and both Bakugo and Kaminari stare at me, confused.
"Why the fuck would he work with me? We're opposites."
"You used to have bad control over your quirk. And they're similar in terms of use if you think about it. Both are about using a normally unavailable force that can severely damage your body. Bakugo, your quirk causes your arms and hands to cramp with overuse, and Kaminari, yours causes you to go practically brain-dead. So, what I was thinking is that you, Bakugo, can help Kaminari find a way to build up his power without shorting himself out, the way you can control the power and level of your explosions. And Kaminari could potentially help you with finding ways to create more powerful bursts, to the point of military-grade weaponry. A finisher, all you got, empty the tank kinda explosion." I explain while everyone stares at me, shocked that I was able to give such a well-thought-out explanation.
"You... made a tiny bit of sense...aight, Pikachu, I'mma train with you. You better not disappoint." Bakugo says, and Kaminari gives a thumbs up
"I'll try my best!" He says, a big smile on his face.
"I don't know how much that's worth, Pikachu, but I'll take it," Bakugo grumbles, and I smirk slightly.
"Oh, come on, Bakugo! Have some fun!"
"Fuck your fun."
"How do you fuck fun?" Mineta muses, and in response, I bonk him on the head. With my fist. Hard enough to knock him out. Okay, so I punched him, who cares?
"Nice hit," Jiro says as Mineta slumps in his seat, foaming at the mouth.
"Fucker was practically asking for it," I mutter, as Yaoyorozu looks at me, scandalized
"You cannot just...hit people to get your point across!" She gasps, and I shrug.
"Meh. Violence is sometimes the answer. Look at like, half of heroics." I reply, and she just stares at me
"As a Pro, would you fight another hero?" She asks
"Honestly? Yeah, probably. I fight Bakugo all the time, so I probably would as a pro, too. And if anyone else wants to throw hands as a Pro, I'm down. Talk shit get hit." I reply, and Iida takes offense to that.
"Midoriya, as the class president, you should not be cursing! You are setting a bad example of UA!" He snaps, and I look at him.
"We're all from UA, so my example is no more bad than anyone else's, in all reality. If I was outside of school, I would say your criticism would be justified, but right now? Who cares?" I ask, and Setsuna chuckles
"Broccoli-boy has a point there." She says, and I glare at her
"Seaweed girl, shut up."
"OOh, I like that nickname! I'll take it, Broccoli!" She says, and I groan at the mistake I just made.
"Both of you, quiet, please. We're here. Off the bus, now." Aizawa groans, standing up, and I blink. Huh. That was faster than I thought it was gonna be.
"Aight. Off we go! And someone grab Mineta. As much as I would prefer to leave the little fucker, it's not ethical." I call as I hop off the bus.
Bakugo, to my utter surprise, is the one to grab Mineta. I am not surprised, however, when he tosses the purple midget into the dirt with little-to-no effort.
"There, he's off the bus. My job is done." Bakugo says, stepping on the smaller boy, who groans in pain, and struggles to his feet as Bakugo gets off of him
"Wha...Did I fall asleep?"
"Yep! Took a nice long nap!" I lie through my teeth and walk off, whistling a happy tune
"Lying is a sin, you know." Shiozaki's voice rings in my ears as I look up at the gargantuan set of steps leading up to USJ. Like serious, what the fuck?
"A lot of things are sin, but the world goes on. Also, it's not lying, it's bending the truth. He did sleep. Doesn't need to know I knocked him out." I reply, giving her a conspiratorial wink.
"...Still a lie."
"What're you gonna do, douse me in holy water?"
"...I would need a lot of holy water."
"So that's a no."
"Oh, don't try me. I can acquire quite a bit of holy water if need be."
"Oh really, how much?"
"A swimming-pool full, if need be."
"What, do you have a dealer?"
"..."
"Oh shit, you do?"
"We shall not speak of it."
"Is there illegal holy water? Is that a thing?"
"What are we talking about, bitches?" Bakugo asks, throwing an arm around my shoulders
"That apparently Ms. Shiozaki can get large amounts of illegal holy water on a moment's notice from a dealer."
"...Do you get holy water from Jesus or some shit?"
"No, of course not! I get it from a priest!"
"...That doesn't make me feel better, really," I mutter
"And why is that?" Shiozaki asks, I realize I've just stepped into a verbal minefield. I done fucked up.
"You done fucked up," Jiro notes, and I give her a small glare.
"Shiozaki, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just...with that state of some Christain faiths, I understand, that to some extent, sometimes priests haven't always been who they claimed to be."
"I have known my pastor for my entire life. He is one of my parent's best friends and has kids of his own. He is an amazing man and a good friend." Shiozaki says, and I raise my hands in a sign of defeat
"Okay. I understand. I get it." I say, and she huffs
"Try not to make assumptions." She says and takes a few fast steps to get in front of me.
"...You're fucking stupid," Bakugo whispers to me.
"And you're a bitch." I reply, and he scoffs
"No, I'm not."
"No, but you are a bottom."
"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?" Bakugo roars, as I duck under an arm swung at me, then dodge a small explosion launched at my ribs
"Okay, maybe not a bottom. A power bottom, perhaps."
"I AM GOING TO KI-"
"Midoriya, Bakugo, please stop arguing and listen." Aizawa's voice cuts through Bakugo's like a razor blade.
"Yes sir," I reply, and Bakugo merely huffs, until I stomp on his foot.
"Yessir." Bakugo sighs, and I take in a deep breath, trying not to smack him again.
"So, what are we talking about?" I ask, looking at Aizawa and Kan, and then I notice a third adult, looking at me with a tilted head...helmet...we'll go with helmet. Nonetheless, it's 13, who Uraraka seems extremely excited about the fact that's she's here.
"So...are we all here?" 13 asks, and Aizawa nods
"Great! Now, how many of you know who I am?" 13 asks, and everyone raises their hands
"Oh...well, I can't say I'm surprised, you are all going to be Heroes!" She says, and I can detect a slight hint of embarrassment and pride in her tone.
"But, as all of you know, I am 13, and this is my grandest project ever! I present to you...the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, better-known as USJ!" 13 says, ushering us in through a set of doors, and into the most open indoor space, I have ever seen.
The best way I can describe the what-the-fuckery that is USJ is a Hero's Amusement park. Wanna rescue someone in freezing rain? Burning fire? A mountain? Landslide? Fucking snow? A goddamn boat? Well now you can with this multi-trillion yen facility! It's...impressive, honestly.
"Oh...this is still cool," Kaminari says under his breath, and I smirk slightly, adjusting my goggles a tiny bit.
"Now, I have a few things to tell you before we begin!" 13 says, and begins to trail off on an explanation that I ignore.
Looking around the facility, something catches my eye. In the central circular area, something is forming. Narrowing my eyes, they quickly widen as a freaking portal to what looks like pure darkness opens, and out step dozens of villains. And I do mean dozens.
"Aizawa," I call, and my tone, which is low and harsh, catches everyone's attention. As Aizawa follows my gaze, his eyes widen and begin to glow red.
"...Vlad. We need to go, now." Aizawa snarls, and both of them barely say another word as they begin to run down the steps, well, save for one line from Aizawa
"You. Stay." Aizawa says, looking at all of us, before sprinting down the steps.
"...Iida. School. Now." I snarl, looking at the speedster.
"Uhhh...what?" He asks, and I cut him off.
"You need to head to the school. Kaminari, try to contact them. If that doesn't work, you are our only chance at getting any sort of backup. But go, nonetheless. 110% percent. Go! That is an order!" I shout, as I flare my wings, my eyes flickering all around the place.
"I'm afraid I cannot let you do that." A somewhat formal and almost warped voice says. Spinning around, I spot a giant purple and black cloud with bright yellow eyes
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? IDENTIFY YOURSELF MOTHERFUCKER!" Bakugo roars, making his hands pop with explosions
"That was a tad rude, don't you think? That said, my name is Kurogiri, and we are the League of Villains. And we are here to kill All Might." At that statement, my blood goes cold as liquid nitrogen.
"...GET HIS BITCHASS!" Bakugo roars, and leaps at the mist-man, followed not steps behind by Kirishima and Tetsutetsu
"YOU DIPSHIT!" I roar, trying to grab at least one of them. As I do, I see Kurogiri almost expanding in front of me...
And everything goes black.
Sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger...