"Hoh... If that is what's waiting for us when we graduate, maybe I don't want to be a hero..." Kaminari complained as he lumbered into the classroom, making the classmates that heard him laugh as he entered.
"How do the pros even deal with these kinds of things...?" his uniform was a bit more loose than usual, the tie has been pulled out slightly to make room for air. It was clear he was a tiny bit spent by the people from the media.
"Aizawa-Sensei doesn't, and he's not the only pro that's not popular with the press," Midoriya theorised to Kaminari as the boy rounded the row of tables on his way to his desk.
The usually electric student could not say anything in response and just released a tired grumble, massaging what seemed to be a sore place on the base of his neck while he proceeded to his seat.
Suddenly, the class turned silent and all perked abruptly in alert when a blaring buzz cut through, the sound coming from the gates.
Almost all of them looked out the window to see a long line of dark metal walls being erected around the perimeter. Clearly, someone had triggered the school's security system; a moronic reporter no doubt.
"They seem more than usual this morning..." Yaoyorozu turned to the boy beside her, looking out from the window to the reporters that literally seemed to swarm around the walls.
"Oh, I counted them as they arrived, this is the most we've ever gotten," Omura said with a giggle as he turned, he seemed to find amusement from them.
Yaoyorozu released a sigh and closed her eyes, "This has happened for the last two weeks, I would think they'd have given up after the first time they triggered the alarm system."
"Mm-hmm, I'll take from this persistence isn't always a good thing..." the boy made the comment in a tone that sounded a bit dejected.
"Haah-..." they turned up from their conversation when they heard Kaminari settle into his seat with his arms crossed over his forehead.
They shared his feelings, as most of them got swarmed before they entered school grounds, except for Omura who arrived quite early in the morning. They had no idea why he came at such early hours, always barely minutes after the school's gates were unlocked and the sun peeked over the horizon.
But no one had actually asked him about this habit of his, so they really had no way of confirming.
For now, Class 1-A breathed all breathed in and collectively released a rather poignant sigh.
Those tall doors slid open and they were met with the brooding figure of their homeroom teacher, the light from the corridor coming in from his back.
The man looked around for a moment as his students organised themselves in their seats.
"Hmm..." he grunted, having nothing to comment as when he arrived they already were silent.
"Alright, look alive..." he approached the teacher's lectern with a handful of papers, the class listened intently.
"First of all, good work on yesterday's combat training class." Aizawa began with little enthusiasm, flipping through his papers on the desk, "I analysed the videos and the results..."
He looked up and shifted his eyes to the most volatile of the class, who frowned.
"Bakugou, you've got talent. So stop acting like a child."
"Tsk... like you need to tell me..." the boy said with a huff through his nose and looked away.
The teacher reacted slight but seemed to decide to move on, "And Midoriya," he turned to the boy's report and sighed, "You pulled through by breaking your arm again. But... I see you can hold your own, even with the disadvantage."
The green-haired boy couldn't help but smile from the backhanded compliment and looked up to his teacher.
"Learn to control your quirk, I don't like saying the same thing over and over. If you take care of the control problem, there's a lot you could do."
Aizawa stared dead with his eyes that always looked dry, and said "Work harder." before immediately moving on to the next student.
"Yes, sir!"
"And Omura," the wonder boy looked up at his teacher who looked at him with an off frown, "Drop that act of theatre you call fighting... I won't tell you again."
He said it in a tone that was almost bitter, which made Yaoyorozu beside him shift her sights between the blonde boy and their teacher, brows knit a bit.
Most of the class shared this same thought, but Aizawa moved on without further elaboration.
"Now, let's move on to homeroom matters. Sorry if this is all too sudden, but... uh..." he trailed off as he shuffled his papers.
Most of his students seemed to tense up, having been drilled into certain expectations regarding his style of teaching.
"Today, you need to elect a class representative."
They all paused for a moment and possessed his words, and they all subconsciously released the breath they had been holding.
All, except for the one boy who was not so apprehensive thus far.
Omura's eyes suddenly grew wide, and Yaoyorozu beside him noticed.
As the entire class erupted with the voices of their classmates, all collectively telling everyone else to vote for them. Yaoyorozu looked a bit disturbed.
"Is something wrong?" she asked as she shifted in her seat to face Omura, head tilting slightly.
"Huh-?" he released a short breath and slowly turned to her himself, whereby he saw her brows were creased and her expression looked rather concerned.
"N-no... no, I... just remembered something." he shook his head and gave as best a comical pout as he could, "It isn't important."
Her concern was slightly quelled by this gesture, "Oh," she reeled back a little, "You looked very frightened for a moment, are you sure it's nothing?"
"Yes, yes... it's nothing." he turned back to his desk after a shake of his head, taking a pencil from his pouch Omura focused on his notebook and began to scribble.
Yaoyorozu stood outside the tall dark iron door that led into Studio Development, the largest facility in the support department.
Omura had disappeared after winning the democratic election for class representative, both having received three votes the class decided on a second election to take place to vote between the two of them.
Omura had won, having made an impression on the class from his charismatic air, making her the class deputy.
Without a doubt, she was a little disappointed that she hadn't won. But losing to Omura; she supposed it would never be for lack of trying.
Triumph would have been a cause for celebration on the part of the victor; but as they walked up to the podium to give a few comments, something was wrong with the usually bright boy.
The others might not have noticed, but his actions and mannerisms were more rigid and at times he would hesitate in his movements, like his subtle twitch as he touched the slender waist-high stand.
Which would have to be crazy.
Omura was never apprehensive much less skittish ever since she met him, even during the Entrance Exams he performed fluently from his recordings. But if he wasn't on edge about something, then he was definitely bothered, evident from his sudden disappearance from the rest of the class.
He would always come here, to Studio Development every day whenever he had free time. She felt the place was like a house away from home to him, so this was naturally the first place she looked to find him after lunch.
Speaking of the mid-day break, something very significant had occurred.
The school's alarm, the one for a level-3 where the situation was a breach had been tripped and the students, even the third years
Shaking away her nerve that was slightly acting up, she pressed the pad on the door and it swished open.
Yaoyorozu saw as she entered that Omura had indeed gone to the Support department.
Strapped into what seemed to be an complex metal frame, the design was quite daunting. Omura was definitely elevated a few inches from his metal boots.
The piece was maybe the most intricate and cluttered piece of engineering she had ever seen. She knew it would be for a suit, maybe an upgraded model he was testing before he added the armoured plates.
The wires from the control panels that ran around connecting to various points on the suit further cemented this theory that it was still under testing. Four thick, orange-coloured tubes attached themselves to his elbows and the back of his knees.
They ran across the ground before being connected to four separate tanks labelled 'Helium' she noticed from the word stamped on the faces of the tanks.
The boy inside the suit was emulating movements of full-body stretches, warming himself up.
"Omura-san?" she called out, her hand over her chest.
The boy paused in his movements into a squat to stretch his groin and hamstrings and abruptly looked behind to the entrance.
"Oh, welcome," the boy greeted and gestured for her to come inside with his head, "Close the door, please."
"You suddenly disappeared after this morning?" she began as she shuffled inside, a little hesitant in her steps.
"You were looking for me? Well, I just came here to... inspect, just making sure everything's working."
Yaoyorozu remained silent as her eyes wandered, she noticed that the room was completely vacant save for the two of them. The dark unlit halls down to her left looked cold and awfully damp for the middle of the day.
"Did something happen?" the boy got up to his feet and marched in place to turn around on the heavy frame.
"There was... a breach. A level three, some people made it into school grounds."
"I did not hear the alarm," Omura responded in a light tone after a moment to consider, he must have been inside here when it happened, and it didn't help that he was listening to some music.
"They said it was just the press, that someone must have used some quirk to destroy the main gate."
"Were they alarmed?" the boy seemed to ask rhetorically as he fixed his right gauntlet around his arm.
"Many of the students panicked and made a rush to get out of the cafeteria." she continued, "Fortunately for us, Iida was there to handle the situation. Our classmates have taken to calling him the 'Exit boy'." she declared with a slightly nervous smile forming on her lips.
Omura chuckled a little as he made his way over to one of the desks that surrounded him.
"And, we will still be following the routine for today?"
"We were waiting for you actually, the bus we'll be taking is waiting for everyone," she said as she perked her head back up.
"Alright then, great, I won't take long."
"What are you doing?"
Omura couldn't help himself as a rather unseemly smile formed across his face.
He flipped four of the switches on the control panel and began to fiddle with a piece on his right wrist, the metal frame surrounding him seemed to stretch and bend around as he moved. But they never lost their shape, nor their rigidity.
"Well, you see, Hatsume said she had an idea for an electric jet. But she couldn't optimise any pars for sustained flight because they always overheated, and melted themselves before they shorted themselves out, so..." he made something click, and the small circular metal piece over his palm began to glow a warm white in colour, emitting a low buzz.
"I made them work!" he declared excitedly, "At least I hope they do... you're in time to see the first test."
Her brows lifted along as he pointed his left arm outwards for her to see that under his palm was a glowing white circular spot.
"Wait a minute, actually," Omura paused and turned his eyes off to the side to inspect the innumerable long pipes connected to his armour's frame, "Helium particle accelerators was my design- A design I patented for Ram-jets!" he declared suddenly.
He shifted his head to give Yaoyorozu quite an expression of distress with a hint of betrayal.
"I'm sure Hatsume didn't know." she offered with a little shaky smile.
"Maybe..." Omura contemplated while looking to the ground, "But this won't be the first time she received a... 'dramatic inspiration' looking over my old projects."
His rather cynical comment made Yaoyorozu giggle and Omura laughed briefly shortly after.
"Right-! Now, stand over there please, just opposite me... I don't want to give you any major burns."
She gave him a nod and walked over to the side, behind one of the tables a good distance away from Omura.
"So was this the 'big thing' you've been working on?" Yaoyorozu asked as she made her way over to her spot.
"Not necessarily," he answered, which caused her to frown, "The armour I used for our first Combat Class was the 'big thing' I had been working on. But they were always supposed to have a propulsion system, so yes..."
She released a short laugh, "But why would you need a propulsion system for the suit? You can already jump really high without it."
"Oh, I don't want to jump high, Yaoyorozu..." he explained with his palms in a gesture of reassurance, "I want these to fly!" he declared proudly.
Seeing the boy wave his arms about with his cheery laugh, she couldn't help but give an expression of disbelief.
So Omura had been trying to build essentially the combination of a fighter jet, a tank and an Exo suit.
"Now, don't look so stunned," Omura spoke out in a playful tone and caused her out of her brief trance, "You always said yourself to be ambitious..."
He got ready to power up, "A thousand, three-hundred and... thirty-five kilograms of thrust at maximum efficiency from every jet. If you multiply that by the total number of impellers, the armour could produce roughly 8 tons of force." he said with a squint before a small nod.
"Aha-... always an over-engineer." she jabbed and got a slightly embarrassed smile in response.
Then finally, Omura looked up to the ceiling,
"Sesame, label this trial as 'flight', '1', 'dash', 'A'. We're looking if Helium ram-jets can function under regenerative cooling channels... watch for rolling dials..."
"Understood."
"Now!" he exclaimed, "Let's see if 1% thrust efficiency can achieve lift." he declared, paraphrasing as he pointed his arms and legs straight and downwards.
"Alright, on my 'mark'..."
Yaoyorozu couldn't help but tense up as the boy's own expression grew in intensity.
"Three, two, one, Mark!" Omura had anticipated quite a bit, so when nothing happened he ended up looking quite silly.
Nothing happened except for the soft whistle coming from his palms and under his feet.
"Did something go wrong?" Yaoyorozu was quick to ask.
"Hmm... I'm not sure..." Omura brought up one of his arms and began to inspect it from different angles. Yaoyorozu stepped forward a little, tilting her head as she inspected along with the boy for any mistakes.
"Oh, oh-! It's nothing," Omura waved off and lifted his arm to show her the wrist piece.
"This..." his lips turned flat as he presented it, "Was supposed to superheat the gas before ejection."
She observed what appeared to be a helix construct positioned under his palm connecting to the glowing circular spot.
Omura blew out some air from his nose as he flicked the last switch while shaking his head in slight embarrassment.
He gave her a nod and Yaoyorozu nodded back in cue before stepping back to her spot again.
"Alright then," Omura looked up and began to tense his body again, "On 'mark'..."
This time, Yaoyorozu tensed up less and merely watched as she stood straight, though relaxed.
"Three, two, one..." there was a silence for a second, where neither of them spoke, "Mark-! Hoh-!"
Abruptly, a bright light erupted from below Omura's feet and under his palms, accompanied by the loud boom that echoed through the empty halls. A noise that sounded like the combustion of dense flammable gas, followed by the steady fizzle-like of ignited fireworks.
Yaoyorozu was taken completely off her guard and stumbled back from the sound as well as the sudden change in air pressure. Bringing up her arms to shield her eyes from the wind as well as the light, she released a soft grunt.
The entire room seemed to have been immediately engulfed in a warm heat as the air blew around.
"Haaaahh-!" She could barely make out the sound of Omura's scream through the dominating sounds of the ram-jets.
"Ahhhhh-!" but suddenly for some reason, Omura's voice sounded like it was getting clearer.
She looked up and brought apart her arms to see that the bright light was noticeably dying down.
"Ahhhhh..." And Omura's scream got lower and lower in volume and intensity as the ram-jets got quieter,
"Ahh..." before finally coming to a tolerable level, both his voice and the whine of the gas.
There Omura stood, suspended in midair with nothing but the propulsion systems on his body.
The boy's mouth hung open as he took a look around, inspecting the suit with a careful head not to tip himself off-balance, he observed as a moment ticked by that the ram-jets were not tearing themselves apart.
"Is everything alright Omura-san?" Yaoyorozu's voice brought him to look to her spot, and he saw that she was holding in her hands a small fire extinguisher.
His eyes remained wide for a moment as he contemplated her words.
"Oh Alright?!" he asked her, turning his cheek a little bit with caused her to crease her brows a bit confused.
"I don't-" she began before being interrupted.
"Yaoyorozu, I'm flying!" he suddenly cheered and began to laugh rather heavily, "No assistance from drones, and no assistance from a Quirk!"
"Jets strapped to my limbs, it's crazy! Hoh, this feels like a dream..." He joyfully declared and lifted himself in the air, "Gyroscope works perfectly as intended..." Omura scanned his upper back, his voice hung anticipating on the end there.
"But wait until Takashi sees me!" Seeing his joyful face made her smile as well,
"So this is a success?" she commented as she stepped up, placing the fire extinguisher on the desk her eyes never leaving the sight of the suspended boy.
"More than that! For a project that was so rushed, this is amazing!"
Seeing her attention focused on him, the boy's confidence grew. And to impress her, he made steady changes to the position of his arms, making himself move back and forth in the air, the distance varying a few feet.
Yaoyorozu laughed aloud as the boy seemed to begin cracking up from this success, but before they enjoyed themselves too much, she remembered what she had come here for.
After turning up to Omura one last time, she cleared her throat and shifted in her stance.
"So now you'll come with me?" She reminded him.
"What do you mean-...? Oh, right..." Omura quickly remembered and tried to make a turn in the air. "Yes, I'll just be right over- Hoh-!"
Posting his palms away from one another at opposite angles, his brain had concluded that this was viable to rotate in place.
And it would have been perfectly fine if there were no pipes lying around everywhere that fed the suit with the fuel it needed; helium.
Making the slight adjustment, the ramjet on Omura's left palm had shot the super-heated particle jet to the side and instantly ruptured the fuel line for his left arm.
Having the fuel suddenly cut off, the ram-jet on the left arm lost power immediately and with the sudden shift of un-even weight distribution on the suit, Omura was launched from his right, flying to the far wall on his left towards the windows.
As he shot across the hall, he detached himself from his other fuel lines and this caused all his ram-jets to shut down, preventing him from accelerating further as he scraped on a concrete beam on the ceiling before barreling onto the wall, coming to a stop as he fell to the floor with a clang.
"Omura-san!" Yaoyorozu barely let out a word of worry before making her way over to the control panels to shut down all the fuel lines.
The ruptured pipes numbered four in total, and they had all taken to make the soft whistle like the sound from before, a hiss of the gas escaping.
Coming around the table's corner, she flicked the four switches down and the ruptured pipes ceased their whizzing.
Looking to make sure she turned to the orange pipes on the ground and nodded, then she swivelled her head to the opposite direction, and saw Omura stumbling onto his feet.
"I expected that!" he quickly said to ease her worry, "And, I'm alright... I'm alright," he added and pat his right shoulder two times as he groaned softly.
Yaoyorozu furrowed her eyebrows and released a heavy and almost exasperated sigh,
But as her expression settled down, she closed her eyes and an almost innocent smile came across her lips.
Omura stared blankly as he looked across their seats. The most hot-headed student in their class, Bakugou was sticking his chin and his nose unnaturally high toward him.
Clearing his throat, Omura tried to ask what was on his mind.
"What's on your mind, mister hot-pot-?"
"Huh? What was that?" The ashy-red-eyed boy interrupted quickly, "I couldn't hear you over the sound of how hard I'm going to beat you this afternoon." he said with a toothy smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.
Yaoyorozu, who was sitting beside Rei turned her head to make a grunt that sounded irked.
Omura turned to her and gave her a shrug and made an odd face himself.
"You hear me, sparky? I will demolish you so bad, you'll wish you were..."
"Come on, just let it up Bakugou..." Kirishima tried to cool him down, making a gesture with both his hands repeatedly flicking up and down.
"You stay out of this, weird hair!" Bakugou immediately warned him of his attempts.
Omura snorted softly and turned around towards the girl sitting beside him.
"Boy... I can see he's enthusiastic."
Yaoyorozu looked forward and closed her eyes, "I wonder how he even got through selections...? You're not only judged for academics and combat ability..." she said with a sigh.
"It's an exercise in futility, I've wondered for a while too." Omura quipped and lightly nudged the girl on her shoulder, to which she chuckled.
"He's always angry, but you can't discredit his skill and power; I'd be worried if I had to take him on, one-on-one," he stated and settled on his seat as he looked off to the front.
"I suppose that is true," she opened her eyes again and turned to Omura, "But it would be better if he were just a tiny bit nicer," she admitted with a soft and slightly irritated sigh.
Their heads rocked from side to side as the bus turned corners or shifted with the road, the sun shining in from the rather tall windows glazed them in a consistent heat from the afternoon sun.
Class 1-A chatted themselves through the entire way, sometimes the whole class would laugh at a joke one of them told.
Omura was smiling brightly along, doing his best to not sour the mood.
But inside, his nervousness grew more and more as they approached their destination, occasionally leaking out in forms like odd movements and mannerisms.
A slight sight Yaoyorozu noticed once again.
The girl looked down at the boy's hands and noticed that they were shivering, while his expression was that of a smile.
"No, no, it's made from my quirk, so they'll allow me to use it in the Sports Festival," he reassured a curious Kirishima on a topic regarding if he would use his machines on upcoming school events.
"Heh, whatever you say, man..." the spikey red-haired boy laughed off before he turned away.
"Now Kaminari, stop that." then Omura turned back to face the other electric boy who had a small, doughnut-shaped magnet in his hand, "I've a brain like a computer so it's very uncomfortable if you ruffle that thing through my hair."
"I'm sorry dude, but it's just so satisfying to see the strands follow the magnet..." the other electric blonde said with a sheepish chuckle.
Omura's expression turned blank for a second and he shrugged, "I suppose... I can't stop you - wait, place that magnet near my head again."
"What- uh... okay?" Kaminari was suddenly hesitant, unsure of what the boy sitting in front of him had in mind.
"If I'm very careful with it, I think I could..." he trailed off, his left eye closed in concentration.
Kaminari, who had remained silent thus far, was taken by surprise when the magnet was quite violently taken from his fingers and made to hover just shy of Omura's nape.
The strands once again altered in their shape, this time forming what could be best described as a shape that resembled magnetosphere-like lines of iron dust when exposed to a magnet.
"Woah, dude! That's awesome- gah!" Kaminari began to praise, only to yelp when the magnet was shot right at his forehead, bouncing off and landing with a clack as Kaminari rubbed his new red spot.
Omura laughed haughtily as the other electric quirked boy looked at him all dejected and betrayed.
"Your hands are shaking," Yaoyorozu noted and the boy was quick to hide them, bringing them into his belly almost instinctively.
"Hah... so they are," Omura tried to dismiss them with a shrug, "They do that when people get nervous."
"What's wrong Omura-san?" the girl tried to offer, "I noticed you've been off all morning, you know can talk to me about it," she said and shifted a little in her seat to face him.
"Oh yes, I know, I know..." the boy turned his head and looked at her, making a hiss as he bit his teeth together. Omura felt compelled to tell her of the conflict that may be on the way.
While he was still unsure if absolutely may happen, due to his involvements leading up to this day, he would not take a gamble with Yaoyorozu.
Making up his mind he decided to change the subject for now.
"The last time my hands jittered like this, my older brother, Takashi and I were on a train ride home from Muzutafu."
"You were afraid," she muttered after a pause, "Of the train ride?"
"No, of course not," Omura dismissed, shook his head and waved his hand, "A villain had escaped from prison, and he was last spotted near our station."
"Oh, so you were scared he would attack you and your brother..." she realised, and turned her gaze to Omura and gave him a smile, "That's sweet," she expressed with a short, delightful laugh.
Omura chuckled as well briefly, "Well, my uneasiness was warranted it seemed because that evening our train was bombed by that terrorist in the news..." he revealed and her joyous expression was suddenly gone, and she turned a bit pale and sympathetic.
"My older brother lost his right arm, completely gone up to his shoulder..." he finished with quite a sorrowful look, and he turned to the floor of the bus as a heavy silence dawned between. Omura waiting for Yaoyorozu's reply.
"Oh, oh my- I'm so sorry to hear that," she said after a pause, "Did it hurt for him?" she asked as she instinctively reached out to comfort Omura's right hand.
"He's left-handed..." he said suddenly,
Yaoyorozu turned to see that he was somehow smiling faintly now, despite how sombre he sounded a few moments ago.
"He said he's left-handed now," he lifted his hands as he turned to give her a reassuring look, "And he wouldn't be wrong, sometimes it feels like he never lost an arm..."
Omura reached for her palm and took her into a steady rhythm, making both their hands tap on his knee lightly.
"He's such a tough guy..."
The boy cracked up as he watched the road pass by outside the window, in the distance they could see buildings and a rather large dome.
They were almost there.
Yaoyorozu saw the gate of the facility getting closer.
"Did it hurt for you?"
"Hmm? Oh no, no... I was barely injured at all," he said with a laugh, "In fact, the only injury I suffered was a clogged lung from all the smoke I breathed in."
Yaoyorozu bent her head slightly to look him in the eye, "That's not what I meant..."
Omura stared blankly at her for what felt like hours until he closed his eyes and released a weighty sigh.
"Well, I suppose if you look at it this way-" he was interrupted.
"Right, we're here," Aizawa-Sensei called from the front, his voice lazy as always, "Don't waste time and wander around. If you have to relief yourself the washrooms are to the right," he informed his students with his right thumb pointing to the main gate.
"Omura-san?"
"Uh... why not we talk about that later." the boy said standing up from his seat, grabbing the metal suitcase underneath their seat.
"This is an important day."
"What the heck? Is this combat training? I thought we were rescuing people?" Kirishima mulled as he looked over the long stairway with his hand over his brow.
"Stay back!" Aizawa-Sensei called out making them flinch, "This is for real, those are villains."
Affixing his special goggles, Aizawa's browed furrowed when one of the villains began to speak.
"According to the schedule we retrieved from UA, All Might should be present as well..." a deep voice mused.
"So you scumbags used the press as a cover and sneaked onto campus." Aizawa realised as he took one step and turned to his right, "Thirteen, take care of the students."
"Right," the space-themed hero acknowledged.
"Real villains, how did they get into a UA facility this secure?" Kirishima spoke up again, tensing up into a fighting stance.
"Thirteen-Sensei, why aren't the alarms going off?" Yaoyorozu stepped forward.
"Good question, I'm not sure..." their teacher trailed off.
"Is the whole campus under attack, or just this facility?" Todoroki began to ponder, "Either way if the alarms aren't sounding off, then one of these villains must have something that's masking their presence here, possibly a quirk."
"They carefully chose this isolated facility as an entry point at a time a class was being taught. They are fools for trespassing, but they thought this out."
That was bout the most Class 1-A had heard Todoroki speak, and his topic didn't help to alleviate the collective shiver that coursed through their bodies.
"You get them out of here and contact the other heroes." Aizawa moved towards the top of the tall stairway but stopped, "Actually, if they're using a quirk to jam our sensors, there's a good chance they blocked our communications as well."
"Omura, try to use your quirk to contact the School..." Aizawa waited for a response, but when Omura remained quiet he looked back, "Omura did you hear me?"
All the students and Thirteen turned to the boy who currently dawned a sleek metal suit painted in a blue, orange and white livery.
Standing tall, they waited with bated breaths from perhaps their smartest classmate who was always so reasonable. Desperate for an orderly response and reassurance.
Omura had always kept a cool head, even under constant pressure from the resident bully and bomber Bakugou; and even during combat class where he was heard during his battles with Sota and Tokoyami giving sly remarks despite the stress of fighting.
"..." nothing came from Omura, and the students began to worry. Even Bakugou raised a brow.
"Omura-san?" Yaoyorozu approached behind him and patted him over his shoulder.
Creak...
Suddenly, Omura fell forward inside his armour, landing on his face with a heavy thud.
"Ahh!" most of the students yelped, and Thirteen was immediately by the fallen boy's side.
I can't apologize enough, but I hope you hear me out.
My laptop, a Samsung RV409 I've had since maybe 2007 finally broke down on me a couple of months ago and is now irrepairale.
I've been scraping by as much money as I can to buy a new one, waiting for my birthday on 2nd October or Christmas.
I wouldn't expect I'll be able to work on new chapters as fast as I did when I started the story...
Ah, this is shameful, it's already almost two years already and I've only just got to the events leading up to USJ.
I promise, with my limited time and resources, I'll work as hard as I can to bring you new chapters as fast as possible.