Iida had gone, but someone else had taken his place.
Denki watched the blonde girl as she looked around and decided to take his chance to get a sneak attack on an elite hero student. That would be something to brag about, wouldn't it? And if he put enough charge into it, maybe he could take her down in one shot…
He stepped out of hiding and shot two targeting discs into the adjacent walls in rapid succession, and as she turned around, he unleashed a huge electric charge.
She just smiled at him as golden lightning cascaded around her.
Denki blinked. Was she electricity-proof?
"That was good, you know," she told him as his attack died down. "I'm afraid you just got unlucky. With some of the others, you could possibly have taken them out in one shot."
She shrugged. "My quirk means my outfit needs to be insulated."
A sheepish smile. "I really am sorry."
She stepped up to him and patted him on the head. "It's okay. I'll tell everyone you nearly took me out. You deserve the praise, I think."
Denki stepped back, blushing furiously. She'd patted him on the head! A girl had patted him on the head!
"Now," she said, tilting her head and putting a finger to her jaw, "do you want to surrender and I just knock you out, or do you maybe want to try fighting?"
"U-um," Denki said, still recovering from the contact, "I want to fight."
"Sure," she shrugged. "I should probably tell you about my quirk then. Oh, and could I ask you something about yours?"
"Y-yeah, definitely!"
"Would a lightning strike faze you at all?"
Denki was taken aback. She could do that? Oh shit, he was in trouble.
"No, not really," he said, trying to keep his cool. "I'd just store it in my body."
She sighed. "Look, I can tell by your face. It will definitely do something. Just tell me if the effects would be serious or not."
He sagged. "It'll short-circuit my brain. I'll be an idiot for a while."
She smiled delightedly, then giggled. It was a pretty sound. Denki flushed and looked at the ground.
"Well, I'd like to see that, but I don't want to do anything too bad," she said thoughtfully. "I should probably tell you about my quirk, right?"
He nodded slowly.
"Right. Natural disasters, basically."
He blinked. "Huh?"
"You know. Like lightning strikes, volcanic eruptions, rainstorms, tornadoes. Those kinds of things. I can summon them."
"Please," he said, getting down on his knees, "don't use a tornado on me."
She laughed again. "You're funny."
Denki looked up, astonished. "I am?"
"Oh, definitely. Are you sure you don't mind a lightning strike? It'll be just a small one, I promise. I can't think of any other way to take you out, I'm sorry." She bowed as she said this. As she straightened, her hair jumped, framing a really quite pretty smile.
Denki knew then and there that he was crushing hard.
"Uh, yeah," he said, trying to sound brave. He stood back up and took a deep breath. "You can do the lightning thing. I'll be fine."
She clapped her hands. "Thanks! I'll try to make it as low-voltage as possible, I promise," she said.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well," she murmured. She looked at him, smiling faintly.
"It was nice talking to you," she said. Her hand went up in the air, and it crackled with blue sparks before she brought it down with an air of finality, pointing at him. Denki looked up as she did it, and saw it all.
The sky turned rapidly grey as clouds collided and merged within the span of a second. Blue currents flowed along them.
She brought her hand down.
Bright, silvery blue filled his vision as his body overflowed with pain. He gritted his teeth, trying to ride it out, and then lost control and instinctively let loose.
The residual blue charge that crackled around him was sucked in and replaced with a field of golden lightning that burst from the soles of his feet and erupted from the asphalt in little jumping arcs and skipping sparks.
The girl before him froze. Before his mind finally slipped away from him and the world became a fever dream, he heard her murmur "Wow."
The boy in front of her was now, as he had told her, a bit of an idiot. She watched him with his thumbs up, that derpy look on his face and the "Wheeeeeey"s that came from him, and couldn't help but laugh.
Definitely an interesting one.
She tapped her earpiece, and a portal opened up. She frowned. She tapped her earpiece again.
"No, nothing's wrong with the location. Could you just make it upright?" She listened for a bit, then smiled and looked back at the doofus the boy had become.
"No, I think his brain short-circuited. A quirk side effect of his, apparently. Just make a standing portal, please?"
The portal in front of her closed, and a new one opened. She grabbed the yellow-orange haired boy by his shoulders and gently led him through into the nurse's office. She nodded to a purple-haired girl who was sitting and staring at her open-mouthed.
"Could you take care of him please? Thanks!"
She stepped back through the portal and it closed. Kyouka was left with 'Stupid Kaminari', as she thought of him.
=0=
Mineta looked at the boy in front of him, and wished he'd gotten a girl instead. He had hair that was in the middle of being light or dark brown, and had blue eyes. His outfit was kind of like Iida's, with futuristic white and blue designs that covered him from head to toe. He was twirling something that looked uncomfortably like a futuristic gun on his finger. It, too, was blue and white.
He looked quite calm though. Very friendly, too.
He also looked extremely young. Most likely he was around his age, but he wasn't just short, he was small, with a youthful face that looked about 12 or 13.
Mineta clutched at his head and he raised the gun. It fired blue and Mineta collapsed instantly.
=0=
The pink-haired girl from before walked right past Ojiro's hiding spot before he realized what had happened. At first he panicked at the fact that he hadn't even heard her coming, then he darted out and leapt forward, spinning as she turned around at his footsteps.
He went crashing to the ground.
He blinked.
What? How?
He got up slowly, regarding her warily. She had a hand out, and looked relaxedly confident. He decided to try again and propelled himself with his tail.
This time, he crashed face first into a wall.
He fell and saw the girl looking sideways at him. From his perspective, she was upside down.
Wait, she was looking sideways? But he had just been right in front of her!
She must have some sort of transport quirk, he decided. It was the only explanation.
Slowly, he got up, and fell.
He kept falling, and every second gravity spun around crazily to pull him in another direction. He felt distinctly sick. It went on for far too long for his liking. The experience seemed like it would never end.
Something warm wrapped around him and yanked him away with elastic strength.
The experience was jarring, but a welcome change from what he'd had to go through just moments before.
Asui landed on a rooftop, where he threw up.
He looked at her as he wiped his mouth free of bile. The aftertaste, unfortunately, lingered.
"Asui-san," he rasped. She looked at him with that blank face of hers.
"The rules said you're not supposed to help anyone," he croaked, ironically.
She looked away, ashamed. "Oh. I didn't remember, kero," she ribbitted.
The girl stepped out of a circle made of flaming blue electricity which opened up onto the street below. It was so confusing to look at and consider, that he was glad when she waved a hand and it closed.
"The rules-" she began.
"I know," Asui told her. "I was just reminded, kero."
She faltered. "Well, that saves me having to tell you. I'm afraid you're disqualified, though. Rules are rules, and you broke them."
She looked at the puddle of vomit, and looked disgusted. A waved hand opened a flaming view of a trash can, which the sick fell into.
She looked at him, and reached into a second portal which opened up right beside her. When she retracted her hand, she was holding a bottle of water and a box of tissues, which she offered to him. He took them gratefully.
"So yeah, you'll have to go to the nurse's office with everyone else," the girl was telling Asui as he cracked open the sealing on the bottle. He chugged it, listening to them talk.
"The nurse's office? Is everyone else ok, kero?" Asui asked.
The girl waved a hand, and Ojiro half-expected a portal to open up. "They should be perfectly fine, with Recovery Girl at hand. Is she really Recovery Girl anymore though? More like Recovery Grandma."
Ojiro choked on the water, and coughed, thumping a fist against his chest. The girl glanced at him.
"You okay?"
Ojiro nodded, tears in his eyes, as the water finally subsided into the right pipe.
"Well, whatever," the girl was saying. Ojiro left a little bit of water in the bottle, and extracted a few tissues from the box. He crumpled them up and held them to the mouth of the bottle. As he tilted it upside down, the girl continued talking.
"I'll just send you over, then take care of him."
Asui nodded. The girl opened another portal, which Asui walked through.
Ojiro dabbed the wet tissues around his mouth and on the back of his hand, which he had, not a little reluctantly, used to wipe his mouth.
"You done?" the girl asked. He nodded, then put everything to the side and straightened up to face her.
"Good," she said, and then he fell straight down into asphalt and broke his nose.
He waved a hand weakly as she jumped down beside him. He sat up carefully, holding his nose.
"I give ub," he told her.
"Oh, good," she said, looking relieved. "I didn't know how to knock you out without causing more damage."
He groaned. "That's exactly why I'b giving ub."
She grinned. "Good choice. Run along now."
A portal opened, which he got up and slowly walked through.