"Bang! Bang!"

Abel smashed the buttons the control while his arms tilted into the action of the video game. It was a typical zombie-killing gamer replete with gore and blood spurting out from every shotgun shell bashed into the zombie's skin. The box television was furnished will old rabbit ear antennas on top. A digital converter box lay underneath the game system that hummed with activity as it ran the disc inside.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Abel shouted again as the split screen fight continued. His headphones draped around his neck, "Rock And Roll" by Led Zeppelin blared from the speakers as he cruised through the difficult level.

He and Austin sat cross-legged in front of a small television. On the boy's side of the dorm building, a common room acted as an entrance lobby that led to two long hallways that trailed to the dorm rooms on each end. The beige walls lightened up the dark cobalt carpet that protected the floor. For the first year boys, only they were occupying the room as the loud noises of explosions and zombie slaying screeched from the small television. A small wooden table with a couple of plush beanbags were strewn around the rectangular common area.

Austin was confidant that the sounds Abel babbled from his mouth were unnecessary while the fight raged on in the game. He had never even played the game before, but he decided he might as well try new things.

"Dude," Abel said as his character climbed up a box of explosives. "Why are the girls in our class so hot?"

Austin sighed and tried to ignore the comment. He quickly learned that this Abel kid was a bit of a pervert.

"I mean, they look like models from a magazine," Abel hummed a satisfied tune as he decapitated another zombie. "That Robyn chick is pretty cute. It also help that her quirk heals others. Sure could use that in battle."

"Why are you such a creep?" Austin said. He grunted when a zombie snuck up from behind his character and swiped him with its claws.

"Don't be like that," Abel said with a sing-song tone. "We're men! And we have hormones and needs! They're not going to be around forever. I heard those T-levels start decreasing at around twenty-six. That's only a decade or so away, so we gotta enjoy it while we can!"

Abel shouted out a victorious yelp when he received a flamethrower from the corner of the dark basement. He began to set fire to the zombies around him.

"But by far the hottest girl in our class has got to be Megan," Abel smirked when the zombies dissipated into ash. "Man, what a babe! Her eyes and how she walks and that British accent just does things to me! It's too bad she's a lesbian. You think she'll change her mind about that?"

Austin shrugged and tried to not imagine what things Megan did to Abel. "I don't know. Will you change your mind on being a creep? And stop the flamethrower. You set me on fire again."

Austin pushed forward on the analog stick, his character fleeing in circles as he tried to eradicate flames. It was to no avail. His health bar disappeared, and he collapsed and died. On the screen flashed a giant "Game Over" sign. Austin let out a grunt; Abel had cheated and straight up killed him yet again.

On Abel's side of the sign, a large trophy popped up with triumphant music. A golden sign blaring "You're Winner" misspelled on the screen flashed.

"Yeah, I win again!" Abel said. "I told you this song makes me lucky," he pointed at his headphones.

"Maybe you should play it everyday then," Austin said. "Then the girls won't look at you like your a creep."

Just as Abel was about to protest, the oak double doors leading into the room squeaked open. Peering around the opening the door made, Austin spotted two doe-like dark brown eyes that matched the color of the door. A head of short brown hair that was combed nice and neat peeked into the lobby as if the boy was waiting for a bear to attack him. He seemed like a gentle kid that would rather jump off a cliff than share any sort of controversial opinion.

Noticing him, Abel twitched his head up at him. "Girl's dorms are across the entrance hall."

Austin smacked Abel on the head again.

"Ow, hey! Relax," Abel massaged the back of his head with the shaggy hair on him entangled in his fingers. "It was just a joke."

"Don't mind him," Austin said in his low tone towards the kid. "He's not well-trained around humans yet."

The boy slipped his thin frame through the door crack. He wore an emerald green hoodie with a red tee shirt underneath. His black jogging pants hung loosely around his hips. He stood as still as a bodyguard in front of the door examining the two students on the floor. A bronze pocket watch on his right wrist gleamed under the bright fluorescent lights that shined overhead.

Austin had not paid much attention to others that day, but he did remember seeing this quiet kid sulking around the edges of the class the entire day. He sat towards the back closest to the wall in class. He sat in a chair far away from others in the training arena spectator box. Nothing seemed that off about him, but the kid looked like he wanted to roll into a ball and hide away from the rest of the world.

"You're that other British kid, aren't ya?" Abel asked while waving his controller around like a magic wand. "I heard you say something to your support partner earlier in class."

"I'm from Manchester," the boy said in his accent. His small voice barely made a dent into the warm common area air.

"Manchester," Abel yawned and unfurled his legs. He rolled to the side and pushed himself up to his feet. "That's were Oasis are from. You ever met them?"

The boy blinked at the mention of the rock band. "No. I actually don't like them."

Abel nodded like a bobblehead. "Smart kid. They are very overrated."

Abel took a step forward, deciding this kid was cool and he should at least try and shake his hand to make him feel welcome. Unfortunately, he misjudged where Austin's knee was and stubbed his foot into it. He flailed forward and flung his controller behind him. Abel crashed face-first onto the floor with a sickening thud.

The controller spiraled backward towards the corner that opened up into the hallway of dorm rooms. As it so happened, Hunter rounded the corner with another hot dog in his hand. A new white shirt on, he smiled down at the food in his large hand.

One of his spider hand's noticed the controller coming and smacked it away. Unfortunately, Hunter himself was slow on the reaction and turned to the left. This caused the spider arm to knock into his regular one and smush the hot dog onto his shirt. For the second time that day, the hot dog glued itself onto the shirt with mustard.

"Oh no, my hot dog!" Hunter shouted out with the agony of a small child who received no Christmas presents. "Not again!"

Seeing the mess, the timid British boy took a few ginger steps towards him. He tiptoed over Abel who was groaning in pain on the ground and headed towards Hunter. Once he reached him, the boy took out a hand and closed his eyes. He aimed his palm at the hot dog and concentrated. His face twitched in pain as a small vibration shook his hand.

Even a small bead of sweat formed around the boy's brow, the concentration causing him to receive a thumping that tapped on his brain.

Suddenly, the hot dog released itself from Hunter's shirt along with the mustard that was splattered on it. Hunter held out his hand in the position it was in before and caught the hot dog. The mustard was perfectly spread on it. Hunter looked down at his shirt and noticed no yellow stain. The hot dog was good as new as if the spill never happened to begin with.

"Whoa, bro," Hunter chirped with a grin on his face. "Did you just make that Hot Dog go back in time or something?"

The boy looked around the rest of the room. Even Austin had his mouth open, his mind trying to understand the hot dog reversing itself in time's trajectory.

He slumped down with his shoulder's and gave a very weak smile. "I guess I did."

Leo Agravain! His quirk: Chronophantasia! He is able to manipulate time as it effects small inanimate objects!

Just as Leo began to feel good about himself, the door closest to the common area opened.

"Some of us are trying to sleep!" A strained voice shouted from the open door.

Hunter turned around. Leo shifted his head to spy the source of the angry voice. There stood a scowling boy leaning on the door frame, his chest inflating and deflating rapidly from strenuous activity.

He was actually very attractive, not unlike that of a Hollywood movie star, Leo thought to himself. He was a roughly an inch taller than Leo, who recoiled as the kid directed his anger at him. Wearing no shirt and black sweatpants, the boy had quite a great build for a future pro-hero with accented muscles that defined his svelte frame. A few beads of sweat trailed down his face that was red from exercise he had just finished. His obsidian hair was messy and waved harder than the ocean crashing into the cliff outside. Some of the bangs dropped down and just obscured the top part of his eyes.

In fact, His eyes were the strangest things about him. At least, that was what Austin thought since he had gotten up from his spot to look at the angry guy. One was his eyes was a lush green just a few shades darker than Austin's. The left eye was tinted a deep lilac purple. His hand gripped onto the door frame, the whites in his knuckles showing the tight squeeze he had on it.

"Chill, bro," Hunter said, pointing at Leo. "Besides, this guy's cool! He can make things go back in time."

"Thats not quite what i-." Leo started.

"I don't care, Spider boy," He shouted. "After my nightly push-up session, I go to sleep at 10 and wake up at 6. if any of you cared about your metabolism, you'd do the same."

"Who are you?" Austin said in his monotone voice.

The boy smirked, the same kind of smirk a shark would give before snacking on its prey. "I'm James Guzman, and if you knew what was good for you, you'd let me sleep. And I don't care what you," He pointed at Leo. "And Oliver Twist here are doing. Keep it down and get your scrawny asses to sleep."

"Scrawny?" Hunter said with a light chuckle. "Me and this other guy are bigger than you," he pointed at Austin who loomed behind Leo.

The boy stopped in his tracks as he turned back towards his room. He tilted his head back towards the hallway.

"I'm going to be the Hero that puts this place on the map as one of the greatest schools, so stay out of my way, you manatees!" James shouted.

James Guzman! His quirk: Neon! He is able to manipulate and use neon energy stored in his body to attack opponents! He recharges by siphoning the neon from bright lights, but can currently only store small amounts at a time.

He threw himself back into his room and slammed the door shut.

"Bro, was that guy for real?" Hunter asked. He took a bite from his hot dog.

"As real as my broken nose," Abel said in a muffled tone. He was still laying face-down in the carpet.

Austin blinked and looked down at Leo. The boy's limbs shook like a wet Pomeranian poodle.

"What did he mean by manatees?" Austin asked more to himself than anybody.

"I'm sorry," Leo said. "I shouldn't have caused such a commotion."

Hunter smiled down at Leo and chewed on the processed red meat in his hand. "Don't worry about it," His muffled voice broke out. "That guy won't make it far. We gotta be a team. That means working with everybody."

Austin clasped a hand on the timid boy's shoulder. Leo hopped up in surprise and reared his head back. Austin showed him a rare smile, a smile he had not given to many people in the past few years of his life.

"You wanna play a video game?" Austin asked.

"Y'know, in Louisiana, I'd be considered a hero."

"You're right. Too bad that seal behind me says 'California' instead," the cop said in a nasal twang.

Moxie gripped the bars of her jail cell as she poked her head out towards the narrow opening. The cool steel rubbed her skin from the rust ridges that had formed from years of tarnish and hand touching. The air reeked of a damp, molding stench. Her school uniform already had dark streaks on it from pressing herself to the metal bars.

In the jail cell, Moxie looked out at the holding room. The walls were a uniformly somber oyster tint with a ricketing old fan shaking in the ceiling. Rows of filing cabinets lined the walls, but the space of the rest of the room was sparse with small flecks of dust coating the hard concrete ground. Below the fan sat a chubby and balding police officer who sipped on an ivory mug of coffee. The seal of the state of California hung behind him, dull and unremarkable under the dim fluorescent ceiling lighting.

The past few hours flew by her like an attacking crow on a rabbit. Once the police had control of the crime scene, they snatched away her firearm and slapped a pair of tight handcuffs on her wrists. In fact, Moxie looked at her wrists and noticed the thick scarlet ring that encircled them.

After driving down to the precinct, they booked her into holding and had kept her in there. She had a tough time explaining to her brother the situation. He would have to tell their parents about it in order to get the money for bail.

What made Moxie smack her head on the bars was the fears of the immediate future. Was her career as a Pro-Hero over before it even started? Was she being held against her own rights? Was she too reckless?

She tapped her nails on the bars and made a metallic ring that emanated from the impact. She hoped the school would understand and she would not be expelled. All she wanted to do was to stop crime and save her friends. She knew that her parents and God would still be proud of her, but the justice system was another matter.

"He was robbing the store," Moxie explained. "He was about to stab a friend of mine."

"Tell it to the judge," The cop said as he continued his Solitare match on the desktop computer.

Moxie looked over at the glass case to the left of the desk. Her shotgun lay in a box marked as evidence in large red letters..

"That shotgun is legal," She said while pointing at it. "It uses gunpowder, and the barrel is nineteen inches, so it don't need to be registered with the ATF."

"Federally, you're right," the cop said as he reached for his coffee mug. "Too bad state law requires a Dangerous Weapons permit for any and all shotguns. Which you don't have. And it requires a state concealed carry permit. Which you don't have. I also bet your shotgun here is owned in Louisiana to your parents, which means you haven't even tried to register it in this state because you don't own it.

"But I-."

Plus, you're sixteen. And you don't even live here," he finished in a deadpan flourish.

Moxie frowned and smushed her head between the two bars her hands were clasped to. "Man, California is no fun."

"I'm from Alaska," The cop said with an empathetic raise of his coffee mug towards her. "Can't say I disagree."

Just as he took another sip from his mug, the phone rang. The cop sighed and slammed down the mug, flecks of latte dripped over the edge onto the white wood of his desk. He picked up the phone and pressed a button.

"Yup?" He said and took a pause. He looked over at Moxie.

"You sure? Oh...it went through," The cop raised a thick eyebrow. "And what did the hospital say?"

More silence.

"I see. Alright. See you in a minute."

The cop got up and grabbed a ring of keys silver keys. They jangled like a shaking Christmas tree while he strode over to the solitary cell. He pushed a key into the lock and slid the heavy bar doors to the side.

"I'm letting you out," He said as Moxie saw the room for the first time unobscured by bars. "We'll give you a court date by email in a few weeks."

"But I thought my bail was five thousand?" She said.

"It was," The cop said. He gestured for Moxie to follow him. She walked behind him. The man pulled open another metal door, and they snaked their way into a maze of dull hallways.

"That's why you're lucky a Mister Todoroki posted it for you," he said as they kept walking past filing cabinets and empty police deks. "Also, the hospital just told us the guy you shot won't die. If he did, you'd be stuck here for months. Years, maybe. Courts are always backed up."

Moxie's eyes narrowed. She was not that familiar with anybody named that. "Mister Todoroki?"

"Was hoping you'd know who that was," The cop said as he flung the door open into the lobby. "You should know more about Japanese Pro-Heroes than I do."

Once the door opened into the lobby, she gasped at the pair of people standing directly in front of the exit doors. Katsu stood, stains from droplets of blood still pressed into his school uniform blazer. His hands in his pockets, he looked down at his own feet. It appeared he had been the victim of a lengthy lecture from the man standing next to him in his own hero uniform.

The man with bi-colored hair and heterochromic eyes frowned at her, his arms crossed in front of his chest. What hid in his eyes and his razor-straight posture, however, was a quiet rage that few villains ever saw. If they did, they would not be on this Earth for much longer.

"Hey, Mister Todoroni," Moxie waved with a nervous chuckle to calm the man down. "Heard many stories!"

Shoto bit his lip in rage.

"Do you realize how stupid you both were?"

Once they left the station, Shoto dragged the two kids by their shirt collars down the night-lit Sunset Boulevard where the holding precinct held Moxie. The flashing neon lights of the theater marquees and restaurant signs sprinkled flecks of green and orange all around the street. Tourists strolled over the Walk Of Fame, a few stopping at various souvenir shop windows. Others took pictures of the fake superheroes and movie icons that jumped around the sidewalk hoping for quick bucks from them.

The bustle of honking car horns and mumbling of people chatting while taking in the sights only slightly muffled the sound of Shoto shouting at the two students in tow like they were suitcases he was taking to a business meeting. The cool air rushed into Moxie and Katsu's faces as their throats constricted with the collar tug from Shoto's tight grip.

"Shoto, I was just sa-."

"Saving someone?" Shoto asked as he glared down at his protege. "Were you really? Or did you see an opportunity to play hero instead of lay low and let the cops handle it? The guy had no quirk, and he probably was just going to take the store's money and run."

"You don't know that," Katsu squeezed his hands onto Shoto's forearm. "He was threatening to stab me."

"Yes, he did," Shoto said. "And if he actually tried it, then you defend yourself with justifiable force. Blasting the guy's stomach out," Shoto narrowed his eyes at Moxie. "Does not count as justifiable."

"So what if I didn't have a quirk, Shoto," Katsu asked with a glare. "Or, what if I didn't have a quirk that helped me in combat? I just get stabbed? What if I had a gun like Moxie did? Would you rather me get kicked out of school or get stabbed and bleed out on the floor of the gas station."

"That doesn't matter," Shoto bit back. "You have a quirk, and it's one that can be used."

"Yeah, and it's a quirk that's more powerful and can cause more damage than a shotgun," Katsu shouted. "So why is it okay to use that instead?"

"It's not! That's why you should've just run away!"

"If you were in my shoes, you would have done the same thing," Katsu said in defiance. He finally wrestled his collar from Shoto's grip and freed himself from his grasp. He planted himself in front of a lamppost and grunted in frustration.

"You told me yourself," Katsu said. Shoto stopped and pivoted on heels to stare down his mentee. "You took on Villains way more powerful and evil at my age!"

"Exactly," Shoto growled out. He let go off Moxie. She immediately placed herself next to Katsu. "Villains! Not a crackhead with a razor blade that could probably be taken down by tripping him as he ran out."

"So we shouldn't have done anything," Katsu put his hands on his hips. "We should have just let him have whatever he wanted? Do nothing?"

Shoto paused. The lights around his face flickered between purple and green as the trio stood in front of the landmark Chinese Theater. A few curious people slowed at the sight of the Pro-Hero. A few little kids even pointed, but they quickly ushered themselves away as Shoto was frozen in his thinking.

His face fell into one of anger into a gentle, solemn look. With a deep sigh, he took a few more seconds to recollect his thoughts. A taxi cab honked past them while tour buses crawled down the busy street.

"No," Shoto finally said. "But...It's...it's complicated. Deciding when and how you're going to react. I wish there was a clear answer, but there isn't here."

Moxie, finally seeing Shoto calm down, reached over and touched the man's arm.

"I'm sorry, Mister Todoroni," Moxie said. Shoto gazed at her, noticing how she appeared to be sad by the turn of events. She released him and crossed her arms over her chest. "I guess I just got nervous. I didn't want the guy to stab Katsu even if he could handle it. I know I shouldn't have, but...you know what? I take that back. I should have. I'm glad that I did. And if stopping that robbery and stopping innocent people from getting hurt gets me kicked out of USAHS, then..." She trailed off.

"It's Todoro-. You know what, forget it," Shoto said. "Katsu wanted me to bail you out. When he explained what happened, I understood. You just wanted to help, and I can respect that need to be a good friend and a good hero."

Shoto looked over Katsu's shoulder, a fleck of red capturing his attention.

It was another one of the costumed people trying to make a quick buck that stood by a newspaper stand. He was a dark-skinned and rotund man with a styrofoam mask glued to his face and chin. It appeared the styrofoam was painted a fiery orange and red to mimic flames coming out from where the man's mask and moustache would be. Black boots clearly painted a haphazard coat of the same flame paint mixture covered the man's feet. His navy turquoise body suit budged our from the seams as the man's body was several sizes to large for the suit that was completed with styrofoam gauntlets painted silver. He shouted some angry english and posed for a few families taking pictures. Once they finished, he held out his hand. The father of the family slapped a stiff dollar bill into the fake heroes outstretched hand.

Thinking back to his father, Shoto composed himself. He knew flipping out would solve nothing, but being able to teach a lesson that can help these two students grow would make them better heroes in the future.

"You're right, Katsu," Shoto scratched his nose. "If I was you, I probably would have done the same thing. But you're not me. You're supposed to be better, and that means you pick and choose your battles. If one quirk-less loser decides to hold up a convenience store, he takes the money and moves on. You don't hurt your chances of staying in school or staying alive. So, only act if your life is threatened right away," Shoto said.

"I get it," Katsu said. "And I won't make you worry like this again. Not on purpose, anyway."

"Good. Other than that, you two need to lay low. At least until you," Shoto pointed at Katsu. "Get your provisional hero license."

Shoto took a step forward to head past Katsu. Before he did, he turned to Moxie.

"And you," he gestured at Moxie. "The Principal was already told about this, so I'm sure he'll speak to you tomorrow. Just be calm, do what he and the courts say, and you'll get through it. This is what they got insurance for. And get a concealed carry permit."

"But it's California!" Moxie whined. "It's easier to get a time travel permit than a CCW."

"Good," Shoto said. "then I guess you'll have plenty of time to think about a better strategy for the next time this happens. Like, why couldn't you have just snuck up on him and subdue him? That sounds less complicated than confronting him head on?"

Katsu bit his tongue to snuff out the urge to argue about his actual strategy.

"Now, if you excuse me," Shoto said as he stared at the fake Endeavor by the newsstand. "I need to have words with my 'father' for a brief second. Hey, moron!"

Shoto stomped past the two students and steamrolled over towards the crude costume of Endeavor that the Indian man was wearing. When he turned and recognized Shoto, he yelped and held out his arms.

"Hey man," The man squeaked as Shoto drew nearer. "No disrespect. I'm just making a quick buck!"

"By pretending to be my father, jerkwad?" Shoto said. In a rare moment of recklessness, Shoto's fire side erupted into licks of flames.

The Indian man bolted down the street. Shoto followed by laying down a path of ice and sliding forward. He followed the shrieking fake Endeavor as they both disappeared around a corner.

Moxie turned back towards Katsu. "Does...does Mister Todoroni have something against his father? Or Indians?"

Katsu shook his head. "It's a complicated story."

Moxie swallowed and clutched the rosary around her neck. She let out a long breath and examined the plaza in front of the theater around her. She looked down at the copper stars that rested in the walkway and smiled. Here she was in the middle of Hollywood, and she got to go to one of the most prestigious schools in the country! She hoped that she would be able to stay.

"It's pretty, isn't it? This street?"

Katsu looked around at the Chinese Theater plaza. He noticed the streetlights gleaming in Moxie's eyes, and he smiled at her.

"This reminds me of the Shibuya crossing in Japan."

Moxie giggled. "That's the one with all the people running around like ants."

"This isn't nearly as crazy, though," Katsu said. "I think I actually like it."

Moxie nodded. She looked down at her shoes again, the gravity of the situation walloping her like a brick to the face.

"Don't worry," Katsu said to her. "They wouldn't kick you out for this. There were so many times Shoto and his friends did crazy things outside of school. This probably wouldn't hit the top fifty as far as expellable offenses are concerned."

Moxie sighed. She was still not convinced, but worrying about the problem would only give her a headache. She traced a finger along her thin eyebrow and glanced back up at Katsu, his infectious smile making her feel a little better.

"I gotta get my car from the towing place down the street," Moxie said. "My brother is meeting me there."

"I can come if y-."

"No," Moxie said with a sad smile coming over her face. "It's okay. You should try to get Shoto to not kill that guy. I'll just...see you tomorrow. If I'm still allowed in the school."

Moxie started past Katsu. The slightest whiff of lavender flowed into Katsu's nose once she passed by. He turned to trace the dejected girl's sullen posture while she headed towards the impound lot. He wish he could make her feel better about the situation, but he did not want to lie when he could not predict the future.

Hopefully, cheering people up would be a skill he could improve upon at this school.

Katsu reflected back on the day, standing in the center of the sidewalk while gazing down at his shoes. He covered his mouth with a fist and combed through his new memories. He had met some decent people and some cranky people. He had both made Shoto proud and disappointed him. He met two of his mentor's best friends and rivals. He used his quirk to his limit and ended up in the nurse's office. He stopped his first crime, and he witnesses some pretty large collateral damage.

Speaking of collateral damage, he noticed the odd looks he received as he stood in place. Maybe it was due to him acting like a roadblock. Maybe it was due to the bloodstains on his school uniform. He should get going soon.

He should be prideful over his first day. On the inside, Katsu was somebody who easily felt very lonely. He thought that maybe he overcompensated in order to be liked by people, but he still was not sure exactly who he was as a human being, let alone a hero.

As he stood by himself in front of the crowded theater, he stared at the back of that pretty Southern girl's flowing chestnut hair as she disappeared into the crowd of tourists scurrying up and down the street. The world flowed around him, and he felt like he was in a box that was separate from the rest of reality.

With a twitch of a grin, he straightened up the tie around his neck and turned away from the girl. With all that happened in the day, that memory of being locked in a jail cell seemed farther and farther away like a ghost of a bad dream haunting him. It did not disappear yet, but it would be someday very soon.

Katsu bolted down the street. He needed to make sure Shoto did not kill that man for pretending to be his father.

As he rushed down the street, Katsu could not help the laugh that bubbled up and croaked out of his mouth.

Leo Agravain-alucard deathsinger (Voiced by Robbie Draymond)

James Guzman-Harvoc Phantom (Voiced by Johnny Yong Bosch)

The Robber (Voiced by Danny Devito-don't worry, he will voice multiple characters in this story!)

More characters, interesting ones! kinda pictured James to look like that Jumin Han guy from Mystic Messenger, but I kinda wanted to finish off the arc from the last chapter.

Side Note: To Deadly Animals Are Cute: You totally nailed it! I was reading your review right as I finished writing the chapter and laughed. You completely got where I was going with the story! Yes, even in the MHA world, i imagine gun laws would still exist (especially in California). There may be some consequences from this event, and now we get to see what happens next!

All I will add is that, on a national level, blackpowder shotguns and shotguns with barrels over 18 inches don't need to be registered with the ATF. So this weapon can be owned legally in Louisiana. However, A CCW and a DWP is necessary in California and you have to be over 21. Also, in Los Angeles county, these two things are virtually impossible to get from the Sheriff's department.

And yes, we can all agree it's reckless to bring your shotgun to school, conceal it in your bag, and shoot someone in their gut while they are holding up a convenience store. Even in a "stand your ground" state, most would agree to only shoot when being directly threatened.

But is it even more reckless to use a quirk? On one hand, quirks can be far more destructive. On the other hand, many quirks aren't destructive, so guns are definitely more dangerous overall since they can be used by anyone regardless of quirk and they may still cause more damage than someone with a benign quirk. But would be more responsible if Katsu used his quirk to take down the guy, also causing some major collateral damage? What are the rules for quirk usage in public?

Also, do you have a responsibility to help as a good samaritan? Deku certainly thought so when he saved Bakugo from the sludge monster at the very beginning of his story. If Deku had any weapon, whether a quirk or a gun, would he have used them. Yes! Should he in that circumstance? Well, that's the debate, isn't it?

Not only that, but does it matter that someone has a quirk or not when you act. If someone has a quirk and you don't (or you don't have one that helps in this situation), would using your shotgun be more justifiable?

Or maybe none of this matters, since the robber was not threatening Moxie specifically. Lotsa questions, plenty of time to dive into them!

This is a debate that will be happening, and it's an intriguing one for sure. Regardless, I'm glad it appears TWO of us know our gun laws (wink wink).

Side Note Number 2: AnonymousAK stated that they made a discord for this story! The link and code for it is in my profile! I may pop in from time to time, but it can basically be a place where you all decide to interact with yourselves. You kids have fun in there. Don't be afraid to compliment or insult me in any way!

I think we will have one more chapter of this day. It will be some more students in the dorm and then Deku and Bakugo. Then, maybe we cut to the next day or just a week later. But what a first day this was!

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