Bakugou Katsuki's hands shook as he walked home from school. He still remembered Deku falling to the floor, how blisteringly hot his skin was when the teacher made Katsuki roll him onto the stretcher. How could he survive that? Even Katsuki could only stand the heat he was giving off for a few seconds at a time, and he wasn't coated in it! The ordeal had shaken the young boy. Still, he thought to himself, a mighty hero in the making such as himself should be able to deal with something like that with no problem!
And that is most likely the reason why, when Bakugou Mitsuki opened the front door of her and her family's home after hearing a shaky knock, she saw her nine-year-old son sobbing with tears streaming down her face. "Ah, shiiii- shi... ship," she almost-cursed despite the fact that her son already cursed just as much as she did, then turned to yell something inside. "Masa, get me some water! Katsuki's crying!"
"N-no I'm not..." the still-crying Katsuki protested.
Mitsuki knelt down a bit to be eye-level with him. "Hey, kid. Can you do something for me?" She rubbed a tear off his cheek.
Katsuki sniffled. "Mhm?"
"I need you to take a deep breath in, then out," Mitsuki said, trying to keep her voice as soothing as possible. "Here, let's do it together. In, then out." She took a deep breath, counting up with her fingers when she inhaled, then counting back down when she exhaled. The next breath she took, Katsuki copied her breathing. She raised an eyebrow at the sparks of golden light that danced around her son's hands as he breathed deeply, but mentally shrugged and filed the information away for later. After all, the same sparks danced around the hand she wasn't holding up.
She had Katsuki take a few more deep breaths, then guided him over to the living room couch. "Now, what's up with you?"
Mitsuki's husband, Masaru, entered the room holding a glass of water. "Here." He handed the glass to Katsuki.
The boy sniffled again, then took the glass. He rubbed the tears out of his eyes, then took a big gulp of the water. "De... Izuku got sick in class today."
Mitsuki nodded. "I know. Got a call from Inko. She was... pretty upset about it."
Katsuki bit his lip. "He just... collapsed. Like one second he was fine, the next he was on the floor. And... and he was so hot! Even I could barely touch him and when the teacher put a piece of paper on him it caught fire and there's no way Dek-Izuku could survive that and me and the class were being jerks to him 'cause he doesn't have a Quirk a-and I keep thinking about how I was a j-jerk to him and now he's gonna die and..." Katsuki's rant broke down when he started sobbing again.
"Woah, hey!" Mitsuki shouted as her son started crying again. "Uh... uh... Masa, can you try to calm him down? I think I should call Inko again."
He nodded. "Right."
Mitsuki left Katsuki to her husband and went out into the hallway, pulling out her phone and dialing up Inko's number. "Hey, babe!" she said when she heard her pick up.
"Hi, Micchan," Inko responded quietly. "Do you need anything?"
"Ah, sorry if I called you at a bad time, but Katsuki's... a little worried about Izuku, and honestly so am I. How's he doing?"
"Thank you for asking. It's... good news, I guess? Apparently he's doing better now than he was earlier, so that's... that's good."
"Good, good. How about you?"
"I... could be doing better," she sighed. "A little better now, at least."
"You're welcome. Welp, love you, hope your kid gets well soon, bye!"
"Bye, Micchan. Tell Katsuki and Masaru we're doing fine, please." Click.
Mitsuki nodded and put away her phone. She walked back into the living room to see Katsuki mostly calmed down, keeping his breathing controlled and occasionally sipping from his slightly rippling water glass. Masaru stroked his back soothingly. "Talked to Inko," she said.
"How was she," Masaru asked.
Mitsuki shrugged. "Not as panicky as earlier. Sounds like Izuku is doing better."
Katsuki nodded, trying to appear to be back to his normal, bratty self. "Good. That idiot better not let a stupid fever take h-him out."
"Alright, we're talking about this," Mitsuki decided. "You said you were being a jerk to Izuku, cried about it, and now you're trying to act like nothing happened."
Katsuki flinched, then crossed his arms and looked away from his mom. "Not gonna talk about it, hag."
Mitsuki growled, but took a deep breath before she said something she'd regret. Like before, golden sparks danced around her hands. She glanced at Masaru, who gave her a nod. "Right. Fine. Don't talk to us. But do you think you'd talk to a professional about it?"
Katsuki frowned. "What, like a therapist?" He sighed. "Fine, if it'll get you off my back."
"Right, I'll go find someone," Mitsuki said.
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Shouta walked down the hallway of Bakkuta Infirmary, rubbing his tired, chronically dry eyes. The eyes that they wanted him to use to see if some patients were Stand Users or not. Of course, that wasn't the reason they gave on the email he'd apparently gotten last night while he was asleep, that being that they wanted him to try erasing their Quirks because that was one of the few reasons they could think of for their illnesses and the only one they could easily attempt to fix, but he could read between the lines. The email mentioned that they were unsure that it actually was their Quirks that were the problem, while usually when he got a case from Bakkuta the language was much more certain. It wasn't the first Stand User case they gave him where they wanted to rule out a misfiring Quirk first, and it probably wouldn't be his last. Somehow, this time he even felt their presence, or maybe the presence of their Stands, before he even entered the building.
He almost chuckled to himself. Hizashi had mentioned it once, though he didn't really pay much attention at the time, some sort of magnetism between Stand Users, like they were drawn together by fate or something. And the day he got a Stand, fate had set him on a course to see two Stand Users already. Though he would never have thought, from how Hizashi described it, that he could feel that magnetism in the back of his head. He did regret, though, that he probably wouldn't be able to help them. His Quirk, Erasure, could completely suppress the supernatural elements of Quirks, but he knew for a fact that it only worked on Quirks, so he couldn't help with Stands at all.
He looked down at his hand, summoning his new Stand.
Though maybe now he could help. He still had no idea what his Stand ability was, aside from the fact that it had to do with playing the Stand harp. "No time like the present..." he shrugged to himself. He still didn't know how to play the harp, but hopefully he didn't need too much skill to at least figure out how the power worked. He started plucking the strings, wincing at the disharmonious sound but pushing on as he felt his vision double again. It expanded further, laying what Shouta was about to do next before him! Stunned, Shouta paused his strumming. His visions faded away immediately.
"I see," he muttered, remembering the closest vision where he said that after stopping playing the harp. He could see the future, but only while playing music with his Stand. Shouta shrugged and started playing the amateurish, vision-granting music again. He willed his foresight back up, finding that he could easily see most of the next minute or so, ending around when he got... or rather will get to the door of the room that the receptionist had directed him to. However, there were momentary breaks scattered about that time period, each a fraction of a second in length but still quite noticeable, where his foresight completely failed. Shouta blinked, trying to think of why that was happening. The blink just so happened to coincide with one of the breaks. "Sight-based," Shouta realized. His foresight, it seemed, only showed him what he was going to actually see later. The foresight also extended to his other senses, but even those stopped when he blinked.
He sighed and dismissed his harp. The foresight seemed like it could be powerful, but it tied up his hands and had a drawback that would be exacerbated by his Quirk's drawback of drying out his eyes. Shouta quickened his pace a bit. He could try experimenting with it more later, but for now he'd probably kept the patients waiting long enough. He reached the door of the room as soon as he could, which happened to be exactly when he'd reached it in his visions. He knocked, then waited for the doctor to open the door. "Ah, Eraser Head," the doctor said, poking his head through the door, "come on in!" Shouta nodded as the doctor opened the door further to let him in.
Aizawa Shouta had been an underground hero for years and seen a lot on the job, so there wasn't much that could make the man jump in fright. However, the sight of several pieces of medical equipment and one of the patients on fire nearly did. He did a double take, noticing first the unusual emerald color of the flames and then the fact that none of the other people in the room (at least the ones who were currently conscious...) seemed to be worried about or even notice the strange flames, and calmed down. "You wanted me to attempt to erase their Quirks in the hope that that would help them, right?" Shouta asked. He entered the room, examining the people in it. There was the doctor, Higure-sensei, he'd met him before, then the patients and what appeared to be both of their mothers judging by the similar hair colors.
He was more worried by the green-haired boy in the left-hand side of the room, who had a cordon cautioning against getting near him due to potentially extreme heat. So the green fire enveloping him and the equipment hooked up to him wasn't entirely just a Stand illusion, then... The green-haired woman sitting in the chair closest to him, presumably his mother, looked to be the more worried of the two parents, not that Shouta could blame her. By comparison, the blond boy didn't look nearly as troublesome. He still had a glowing gold aura wreathing his body, of course, but he had no cordon and his glow didn't extend to anything else.
"Yeah, pretty much," the doctor said.
The green-haired woman bolted upright. "D-do you think that'll work?" she asked.
Shouta winced. He didn't know if he could, but he couldn't just crush her hope like that, at least not without trying. Besides, maybe his Stand also enhanced his Quirk somehow. "I'll see what I can do."
Okay probably not, but he had to try. "Though, excuse me, but my Quirk is sight-based," he explained. "Once I turn it on, it's possible for me to accidentally erase someone's Quirk if I'm looking directly at them, so if you'd prefer that didn't happen then get behind me."
"I'll be fine," the green-haired woman said.
The other woman, the blonde one that was probably the blond boy's mother and Shouta really needed to stop mentally calling them 'the green-haired one' and 'the blonde one,' nodded. "Do it."
Shouta nodded, then looked at the boy covered in green fire. His bed was labeled 'Midoriya Izuku,' so that was probably his name, then. Shouta focused on Midoriya-kun, feeling the familiar sensation of the area surrounding his head lowering in gravity as he activated Erasure. He tried to push it further, just in case his Stand did enhance his power-erasing eyes, then sighed when he had no luck and looked over at... Monoma Neito, according to his label. Again, his golden glow failed to so much as flicker. Shouta closed his eyes and shook his head, letting his hair fall back down. "It didn't work. I'm sorry."
"Maybe... it'll take a bit for them to feel better?" Monoma-kun's mother suggested hopefully.
"Right, you can't see it..." Shouta muttered. He looked at Higure-sensei. "You should probably tell them now."
"Tell us what?" Midoriya-san asked.
Higure-sensei cleared his throat. "As I said, calling Eraser Head in was meant to rule out their illness being related to some sort of Quirk backlash, which would have been preferable because we can treat that relatively easily. As it is, we can only think of one thing that could be causing this, and it's, well, not as easy to treat."
"Can't see it..." Monoma-san muttered, frowning. "Is... Is it Stand-related?"
"Stand-related?" Midoriya-san asked, confused.
"Believe it or not," Shouta said, "the supernatural takes more forms than just Quirks. Stands are another form. And unlike Quirks, they're a bit rarer and tend to not have much interaction with the body."
Higure-sensei nodded. "Think of Stands like... psychic powers, or a manifestation of the soul. Unlike Quirks they're usually developed, as they require a certain level of willpower or, for lack of a better word, fighting spirit, for a person to be able to use them. And while there are some methods that can cause Stands to manifest, a lot of the time it's just random luck and maybe having a Stand User or two already in your family tree."
Midoriya-san frowned, glancing at her son. "So... What happens if you develop a Stand but don't have the willpower to use it?"
Higure-sensei didn't speak, but the look he gave the kids said everything.
Midoriya-san sniffled, her eyes starting to water... honestly a lot. Tear duct-based water Quirk? "Will... will they get better?"
"They... have improved quite a bit already," Higure said. "And people falling ill from stress upon gaining a Stand but getting better within days is not unheard of. But there's nothing Bakkuta can really do for them at the moment, aside from keeping them healthy. Sorry I can't give you more."
"No, thank you," Midoriya-san said, wiping her eyes. "Sorry, this is just... a lot to take in."
Monoma-san put a hand on her shoulder. "He'll be fine. T-they'll both be fine."
"I... can think of something I can do, to try and help," Shouta offered, thinking about his Stand. "My Quirk can't help with anything Stand-related, but I might be able to find some information with this." He held a hand out, calling forth his Stand. He wished, though, that he could turn it into, say, a guitar. At least he knew a bit about how to play the guitar, after... a high school friend got it in his head one day that they should start a band.
"What is..." Monoma-san started to say as the unfamiliar weight that would probably have been invisible to her appeared in his hand. "Wait, are you a Stand User as well?"
He nodded, looking down at the... huh. The Stand, it seemed, responded to his wishes, because the ghostly black instrument he was holding was a guitar, not a harp. It looked like it was made of the same black material as the harp had been, just in the shape of a guitar. "...Yes, I... just got it recently, actually," he said after he silently processed that information.
Higure-sensei jumped, then rushed closer to Shouta. "How recently?" he demanded. Midoriya-san and Monoma-san's eyes widened slightly.
Shouta raised an eyebrow, but answered. "I first summoned it today, but I felt off yesterday so it may have developed then."
"When did you start to feel off?" the doctor asked.
Shouta started to get the feeling that this was related to the two Stand-sick children. "I couldn't tell you for sure. Maybe... an hour or two after noon?"
The doctor quickly fetched a file from a table and consulted it. "That's about when Midoriya-kun and Monoma-kun collapsed. It could be that whatever caused them to develop Stands also affected you, but because you're an adult and a trained pro hero you weren't hit as hard."
"Does that help anything?" Midoriya-san asked.
Higure shrugged. "It... might? It certainly gives us a bit more data to work with. Three people gaining Stands within roughly the same time frame sounds like a rather unlikely coincidence, at least. I'll have to consult the Speedwagon Foundation's Stand researchers to see if there's anything that could've done it."
Shouta cleared his throat. "Anyway, I haven't had much practice with it yet, but my Stand seems to grant me a kind of foresight. My hope was that I could use it find something that could be of help."
"Who knows, that could work," Higure-sensei said. "However, you may just end up confirming..." He trailed off, eyes trailing at Midoriya and Monoma.
"Do it," Monoma said immediately. Then she looked at Midoriya and added, "If Midoriya-san is okay with it, anyway. I'm... afraid of if you see something bad, I won't lie, but the uncertainty is even worse..."
Midoriya nodded, taking a shaky breath. "I..." She clenched her hands. "It's scary, the thought of you seeing the w-worst-case, but so is not knowing if it happens anyway. If... If you can help somehow, or at least be able to tell me my son will be fine..."
Shouta nodded. "I'll start, then. For what it's worth, I hope I see them both perfectly fine." He experimentally strummed his Stand guitar, hoping he wouldn't look too foolish to the people who couldn't see or hear his Stand. The other three immediately jumped. "Is something wrong?" Shouta asked.
"Huh, I heard that," Higure said.
Monoma chuckled. "Seeing someone play the air guitar and actually hearing it is a bit weird. Does your Stand really take the form of a guitar?"
"Huh, I didn't think you'd be able to hear that," Shouta said. "I thought Stands were inaudible."
"Are they not normally instruments?" Inko asked, confused. "Maybe we can hear it specifically because it's an instrument, then?"
Higure shrugged. "Sounds plausible. So is your Stand a guitar that gives you future vision when you play it?"
"That's about right," Shouta confirmed. "It was a harp earlier, though, so I guess it can change form as well."
"Cool," the doctor said. "Sing us a song, then, piano man."
"It's a guitar," Shouta pointed out dryly. He sighed, then started to play. He frowned as he saw himself, in the near future, gasp and drop the guitar, but couldn't see much more than that. Could he really only see a minute in the future? He must be able to see more, but that gasp worried him. Maybe seeing further was taxing? He concentrated, looking at the two boys he was brought in to help. What were their fates?
The green-haired boy, older and wearing a Yuuei sports uniform, bursts out of a pillar of ice. He's wreathed in emerald flames, a green figure cloaked in similar fire beside him. He hangs in the air, glaring at something under him. "Don't stop me!" he shouts!
The blond boy, also older, running through a city. A robot attacks him, but he smirks and throws a small gold-and-black object at it. He poses dramatically as whatever he threw causes the robot to malfunction, then sees more approaching. "Come back to me!" he shouts, and as the vision fades more of the same golden things bound towards him from every direction!
A scene of Shouta's point of view rapidly approaching the ground.
A man with severed hands covering his body stepping through a purplish-black void. His crusty face, from what Shouta can see from behind the hand covering it, sports a look of pure malicious glee.
An emaciated man pants, wearing a rather oversized, yet familiar costume. A figure that looks like All Might, but somehow even more larger-than-life and made of yellow, fog-like energy, poses strong behind him. Seven more humanoid figures, barely visible silhouettes, stand behind him. He points directly at Shouta. "It's your turn next," he declares.
Shouta's cousin, now a teen, clutching her broken and horribly bruised arm and gritting her teeth. A blue man floats next to her, looking quite worried.
Shouta gasped at the flurry of visions, especially the last one, dropping his Stand. It clattered against the floor before fading away.
"A-are you okay?" Midoriya asked.
Shouta took a few deep breaths. "I'm fine, just... seems I lose some control the further out I go. I only saw flashes, but the good news is that I saw two teenagers that looked like they were probably your kids, perfectly healthy and, from the looks of it, Stand Users. I can't tell you when they recover, unfortunately, but-"
He was interrupted by Midoriya-san jumping at him, embracing him in a tight hug. "Thank you!" she exclaimed. "I'm so worried about my son, so knowing he's going to be alright, I'm still worried about him but it feels so much better!"
Shouta nodded. "I'm just glad I could help."
Midoriya thanked him again, then apologized for getting tears on his shirt when she stopped hugging him. He assured her it was fine.
"Yeah, your Stand seems a little tricky, Eraser," Higure commented. "Does it have a name?"
"It came to me in a dream," Shouta said. "Or maybe it was visions of me saying its name, which is... rather paradoxical, but I suppose fitting for a foresight Stand." He summoned his Stand, recognizing this as one of the moments he saw in his dream vision. "Prophet's Song," he said. "That's as good a name as any for a foresight-granting instrument."
"Could you tell me what my son's Stand is, actually?" Monoma asked.
"I didn't get a good look at it, unfortunately," Shouta said. "My view in the vision I saw him in was... oddly panned out, like I was watching him from afar. It looked like it was probably... I think it's called a Colony Stand, the ones that are like a horde of multiple small Stands. They were small and looked like they were made of gold, I can tell you that. Can't tell you how many he has, though it's probably a high number. More than I could count in the short vision, and he may have more than I saw."
Monoma nodded. "Thank you."
"What about my son?" Midoriya asked.
"It looked like a Close-Range power type. A strong Stand that can't stray far from the User, but tends to make up for it with overwhelming physical power."
"That sounds good?" Midoriya said, though with a bit of uncertainty in her voice. "My... my son wants to be a hero, always has. I've always been worried about him, it's a dangerous career even if you have a powerful Quirk, and until recently we didn't think he had any at all. Would his Stand help him with it?"
"It depends on the power, of course," Higure said, "but most Stands can be good for hero work in some way. If nothing else, the striking power can certainly help."
"His power looks quite obviously fire-related," Shouta added, looking at the still-flaming Midoriya-kun. "There might be something more to it, though."
Midoriya-san nodded, looking at her son. "Good, good. Um... you said that the problem could be willpower, right?"
"It could be," Higure said. "Of course, it could just be stress from gaining a Stand. They're both only nine, after all."
"Right, but..." Midoriya walked over to her son's bed. "I'm sorry, Izuku..." she said, ducking under the cordon.
"Midoriya-san, careful!" Higure-sensei cautioned, but Midoriya continued.
"I've always regretted..." Midoriya said, rubbing his cheek despite wincing from the heat. "I've always regretted not being more supportive to you, when the doctor told us you were Quirkless. I was so scared for you, but you must've been even more scared. I gave up my hopes on your dream coming true, but you never stopped hoping. You never stopped chasing your dream, no matter how impossible it seemed." She sobbed, tears falling on her son's bedsheets. "I'm sorry. So please, don't let this stop you. Don't let anything stop you, if you don't want to stop. Don't stop now, Izuku!"
The boy stirred, then his eyes opened. For a second Shouta thought that it looked like his eyes were made of green fire, but when he blinked they looked like a normal, though maybe a bit luminous, emerald green. He groggily sat up, and as he did, the green Stand fire around him and the equipment hooked into his body streamed away, collapsing into a humanoid form on the side of his bed. The Stand had a dark green body with black tiger stripes, as well as two long, straight horns of a similar color but without the pattern atop its head. Its hair and eyes were made of the same green fire that Izuku had been producing, as well as a set of bracers around its arms and legs and a cape made of fire. "Mama?" the boy asked sleepily.
Midoriya-san burst into tears, hugging her son. Shouta rubbed his suddenly irritated eyes. Damn dry eye-causing Quirk...
And then Shouta jumped when Izuku suddenly started screaming. He quickly lowered his hands from his eyes to see... The kid pointing, staring at his Stand in fear.
"Izuku?" Midoriya-san asked. "Honey what's wrong?"
The green Stand, having no will other than Izuku's own, looked down and began screaming in existential horror. This only made Izuku scream again.
"Oh," Shouta said, struggling greatly with the urge to facepalm. "His Stand looks pretty ominous; it might've startled him."
"S-Stand?" Izuku asked.
Shouta summoned Prophet's Song again. He didn't have any instrument in mind, so it seemed that it defaulted to its harp form. "A rare special ability that some people have."
The boy's face immediately lit up. His Stand turned to look at Shouta as well, its look of excitement accompanied with the fire on its body becoming brighter and more energetic.
"Ah, Stands aren't technically Quirks, but they do have special abilities that make them like Quirks, if that makes sense," Higure-sensei said.
Izuku frowned, glancing at his Stand. "But... Can I be a hero with a Stand? Even though I don't have a Quirk?"
"I'd argue that you could be a hero even without a Quirk or a Stand, if you put in the work for it," Shouta said. "I've only recently gained a Stand, and there are a lot of people my Quirk doesn't work on at all, but that hasn't stopped me from being a hero. But yes, your Stand should grant you an ability that you can potentially use to be a hero."
The boy's eyes started to water, displaying the same excessively large teardrops as his mother. "You've fucked up, Shouta," he scolded himself, "You said something weird and now the kid is crying."
"THANK YOUUU!" Izuku shouted. Oh good, those were happy giant tears. "N-nobody's ever told me that before!" He sniffled, wiped his tears off, then blinked at Shouta. "Wait, you're Eraser Head! Oh my gosh, the actual Eraser Head just told me I can be a hero! I'm such a big fan, sir!"
"Wh- I'm an underground hero, how do you even know who I am?" Shouta spluttered.
"You're so cool, though!" Izuku vibrated in his bed. "Your Quirk is awesome, how does it work? Can you use it on multiple people at once? How does it work on Mutant Quirks? Can it work on Stands, actually? Can I have your autograph? Ooh, how does your Stand work!?" He blinked, frowning. "Come to think of it, how come I've never heard of a Stand before..."
"From what I've heard, people who don't know about Stands tend to assume they're just weird Quirks or Quirk uses they don't understand," Shouta answered, putting aside the rest of the questions. "It doesn't help that Stands are invisible to people that don't have Stands. Most heroes know they exist, it's something hero schools cover in case their students ever have to fight a Stand User, but outside of that, knowledge of Stands tends to be spottier and more based on personal experience."
"Huh."
"While I'm at it, there are two more rules of Stands you should probably know about," Shouta said. "First, barring a few exceptions, damage to Stands reflects back on the user, and vice versa. Stands tend to be more durable than their user and can only be damaged by supernatural means, but that doesn't make them invincible. And before you ask, Quirks count as supernatural for the purposes of damaging Stands. Second, I've heard that Stand Users are drawn together, as if by fate. Just something to be aware of."
"Wow!" Izuku grinned. "Stands are so cool! I can't wait to learn what mine does. Thanks, Eraser Head!"
Shouta chuckled. "Happy to help, kid." He looked over to Monoma-kun, who was still unconscious, and frowned slightly. "Wish I could help him, too..." he muttered under his breath.
"Thanks for your concern, Eraser-san," Monoma-san said. She smiled. "I think I'll try taking a leaf out of Midoriya-san's book, actually." The woman got up and walked over to her son's bed. She leaned over him, lovingly stroking his head. "Neito... I want you to know that I have always loved you. And I always will love you. And regardless of what anyone else says about you or your Quirk, I know you will make a fantastic hero one day." She chuckled. "And from what Eraser-san said, I'm pretty sure he'd agree. So... come back to us, please? Come back to me, Neito."
Neito stirred, the golden aura surrounding his body condensing into a few tiny, golden versions of him wearing black tuxedos with... clocks on their backs? Probably had something to do with their Stand ability. "Mom?" he asked.
Monoma-san laughed in relief and pulled him into a hug. "I'm so glad you're feeling better," she said.
"What happened..." Neito asked.
"Oh cool, is that your Stand?" Izuku asked from across the room.
"What's a-" Neito started to ask, then shrieked in terror when he looked over at Izuku... and his still-active Stand.
This time, Shouta failed to resist the urge to facepalm double combo.
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Stand Name: Prophet's Song
User: Aizawa Shouta
Namesake: Prophet's Song by Queen
Dub Name (just for fun): Prophet's Harp
Type: Close-Range
Stats:
-Destructive Power: C
-Speed: A
-Range: C
-Persistence: B
-Precision: C
-Developmental Potential: A
Appearance: Prophet's Song takes the form of a musical instrument that appears to be made of black metal, with minimalistic designs. Shouta can change the type of instrument that Prophet's Song appears as when he summons it, but if he doesn't have anything in mind it appears as a harp.
Abilities: Prophet's song functions as the instrument it appears to be, always perfectly tuned but incapable of playing itself. While its music is being played, Shouta gains the ability to see visions of the future. These visions can reliably show the immediate future, a span of roughly one minute, but trying to see more distant events can be difficult to control and will usually result in a disorienting, disjointed cavalcade of flashes of scenes. Prophet's Song may only show Aizawa events that he will later see himself. In addition, any sound that is produced by Prophet's Song is audible even to people without Stands. Aizawa has some control over this sound, able to use it to hit things with weak shockwaves or shatter some objects with resonance.
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A/N: Oh snap things have been shown. Also give yourself a cookie if you can guess Izuku or Neito's Stand name, I may or may not have given a hint in the chapter.
Hope you like the Stand stat thingy. TBH while I originally made them to put into chapters since it seems to be a Thing in the few 'This Media Universe But With Stands' fics I've seen (also if anyone has any recs for more of those I actually really like them, hence this fic) but I've found they're also really good for organizing my thoughts on the Stands I've made.
Also totally random question, can a Stand only be able to move as far away from its user as a close-range power-type stand, but have an effect that has a range that's basically 'as long as you can see the Stand and/or user?' If so, do you think that'd count as a close-range Stand or a long-range Stand?
