Their Hero Academia – Chapter 66: See You on the Island

Isamu took out his phone and waited for it to power back up so he could check his texts, eyes carefully scanning around the interior of the I-Island airport. The plane ride in had been nice enough and he wasn't feeling particularly jetlagged. Granted, with I-Island being mobile, he wasn't entirely sure what time zone he was in.

But even from the air, he could tell that I-Island was an impressive place. Several of his classmates had talked about it before and the past Expos that they had attended. Pretty much any Top Ten Hero got an invitation to the Expo, as well as other prominent Heroes, though right now most of them were rather busy in lieu of the Nomu attack on Tokyo and the follow-up investigation. The attacks had also brought a lot of more minor league Villains out of the woodwork, stressing the system further.

He still got chills when he thought about it and Deku and the rest were trying to find the serpent's den that they'd spawned from. He guessed he still had a long way to go to being a Hero.

His phone finished booting up and he saw he already had a handful of texts. A couple from Kana Tetsutetsu wishing him well. These he responded to immediately, letting her know he'd arrived safely and that he would absolutely try his best to get her Godzillo's autograph. Though the Kaiju Hero was long retired from both heroing and acting, he was still popular and a regular guest at the Expo.

There were also a couple from his parents, with Dad telling him he was proud of him and wishing him a good time, and Mom's in all caps telling him to be on his best behavior and that she too was proud. He fired off a couple of quick replies to let them know he'd touched down safe and could talk to them later.

And there was a group chat with messages from Midoriya, the Iida twins, and Sero. Midoriya was traveling with the Togata family and Sero was traveling with the Iidas. He smiled a little. Apparently Tensei's argument that if Midoriya got to spend the trip with his girlfriend, then he should get to spend the trip with his boyfriend had been convincing to Iida's parents. Of course, after a long plane ride with Sero, they might come to regret that decision…

It looked like they'd already arrived and were waiting at the hotel. Now he just needed to figure out where that was. Someone from the Expo staff was supposed to be meeting him…

Ah, there they were. A woman a few years older than him was standing holding a sign with his name on it. She was of average height, but covered in soft brown fur with vaguely raccoon-like features, including ears on the top of her head, and had a large, bushy tail that was the same blue as her hair.

"That'd be me," he said, as he approached her, dragging his rolling luggage behind him. He had a few changes of casual clothes, a suit for the formal dinner, and his costume for some of the Expo events.

"Good to see you," she said. Her Japanese was good, enough to make him think she was a native speaker, though I-Island drew people in from all over the world. "I've just got to check…" She pulled out her own phone and tapped away at it for a minute, scrutinizing the screen before eyeing him.

"Just confirming you match the picture," she said, giving him a friendly smile. "I'm Sumire Hiwatashi, with Expo guest services. I'm here to escort you to the hotel and I'll be on-call for any questions or needs you have for the duration of your stay."

"Oh, ah, thanks," he replied. "Don't really know if I'll need anything once I know my way around, but ah, I appreciate it." He definitely didn't want to impose on anyone, even if that did seem to be her job, or part of it.

"Really, it's no problem," she said and gave him a conspiratorial wink. "Trust me, this gets me out of a whole lot of other jobs."

"Oh," he said. "Ah, good then?" He wasn't sure how to react to that.

"Anyway," she said, "if you want to follow me? We can go over the schedule on the way. As the U.A. Sports Festival winner, we do have a few events we'd like you to attend, but you're otherwise free to go around the Expo as you please."

He'd looked at the itinerary on the plane ride. It didn't look too bad. They did want him to compete in the mock Villain course and there were a few other panels they wanted him at, but nothing too bad. Profile was pretty important to Heroes, though he still wasn't sure how comfortable he was with that. Especially since so any Heroes seemed to go out of their way to cultivate their image.

He sent a quick text to Midoriya and the others that he was on his way and followed after Hiwatashi.

Isamu stepped off the elevator to see his friends and classmates waiting for him, all dressed in their Hero costumes, though Sero and the twins had forgone their helmets. He had his goggles on his head and bandanna pulled down himself. Midoriya gave him a friendly wave when he saw him and Isamu quickly crossed the lobby.

"Good to see you guys," he said. "How was the trip in?"

"Great," Sero said. He gave his boyfriend an affection elbow in the side. "Though somebody shot down by idea of sitting in the back of the plane and necking."

Tensei Iida went several shades of red, his arms flailing through the air as he spoke. "That… that would have been highly inappropriate with my parents and sister on the plane!"

Sero sighed dramatically, burying his face in the crook of his arm. "If you don't want to, you can just say so, you know."

Iida continued his wild flailing. "I did not say that! I would be very happy to "neck" with you! There is no reason to put words in my mouth! I am simply seeking a sense of propriety and…"

Finally looking like he couldn't take it anymore, Sero just laughed. "Relax, babe. I'm just winding you up. Though I've glad to hear you're not opposed to a physical relationship."

His sister broke into laughter, pointing. "Oh, oh goodness! You should have seen the look on your face, Little Brother!"

Iida crossed his arms, a grumpy look crossing his face. "It is a good thing you are adorable, or it would be much harder to be mad at you."

"Wait, wait, wait," Sero said, now flailing his own arms. "Say I'm adorable again. I need to get it on video so I can send it to Kimiko."

"Doesn't she have enough ammunition without you giving her more?" an annoyed sounding voice asked. Isamu realized there was someone else with his friends, a blonde boy of about their age, with glasses and fingers that seemed unnaturally long and possessed of an additional joint.

"Hey man, what's your beef with Kimmie?" Sero demanded.

"You mean other than the fact that she somehow found out about my breakup and tried shilling me to every single girl in the school?"

"She was doing you a service!"

Fortunately, Midoriya stepped in between the two. "Okay," he said, "we're all here to have a good time. Nobody's arguing. And nobody's webcasting any of this. Or Instaglaming it or Squawking it or whatever."

"Squawking isn't a thing anymore, Midoriya. Only old people Squawk."

"You know what I meant, Sero." Midoriya shook his head. "Oh! Haimawari, I don't think you've met Dave? Isamu Haimwari, David Togata. Dave's a family friend and in the Support Course."

"Nice to meet you," Isamu said. He recalled Lemillion mentioning his youngest during his Internship with Deku. "Your dad brags about you a lot."

That got a laugh out of Togata, though it had an edge of long-sufferingness to it. "I'm sure he does. Dad's kind of embarrassingly proud of all of us."

Isamu couldn't blame him. One kid who was Deku's sidekick, one who was one of U.A.'s latest Big Three, and one who, given he'd made it past the first round of the Sports Festival, seemed to be a Support Course star? What dad wouldn't be proud?

Granted, Lemillion was definitely extra proud. Always bragging about "his genius son" and his "heroic son" and his "heroic daughter." And also his "brilliant wife" and "amazing friend" and… He'd gotten the feeling Lemillion was always extra everything, so it was hard to judge any one part of it.

"So, ah," he said, "I'm supposed to give the Villain course a shot, but after that, we can have a big look around?" He wasn't real sure how well that would go. These days, he was trying to mix up his fighting style, between his mobility based attacks and his long-range blasts. But both required a certain amount of space and freedom to move. Depending on how it was set up, he could be in for trouble.

"Sounds good to me," Midoriya said. "I wanted a shot at that too!"

…Maybe he'd let Midoriya go first.

On second thought, Midoriya going first was a bad idea, because the other boy was damn impressive. Isamu watched as the countdown timer sounded off and Midoriya instantly sprang into action. He took one step back, something Isamu had come to recognize as what was actually a pretty glaring tell, and jumped, negating most of his gravity. Just before he impacted with the nearest robot Villain, he twisted in midair so that he impacted with the robot feet first, increasing his gravity just long enough to give the impact some power.

Then, with the kind of control that Isamu envied, he immediately negated his gravity again and pushed off, flying through the air towards the next robot like a bullet. Midoriya had once explained that he'd copied the fighting style of someone called Gran Torino, a Hero that Isamu had never even heard of. He'd done a little bit of internet searching and found that almost no one had until a few years ago when the man had passed. He'd apparently even been All Might's mentor at one time. But there'd also been a few sparse videos, including from final battle between All Might and All for One more than two decades ago.

He could definitely see the resemblance in fighting styles.

Again and again, Midoriya bounced from robot to robot, deftly avoiding their strikes and blasts, occasionally even bouncing off the faux rock walls. He was a constant blur of red, blue, yellow, and green, never even bothering to touch the ground.

In what seemed like too little time, Toshi finally did stop, deftly landing lightly, his hair slightly standing up from the lower gravity, until weight seemed to settle on him like a cloak. He looked up and gave them all a friendly wave.

"We've got a new record!" the announcer declared. "Toshinori Midoriya… twelve seconds!"

"Go Toshi!" Sora Iida cheered, hands sailing through the air. "Victory is yours!"

"Whoa!" Togata said, ducking under her arms. "Careful, Iida! Arm radius! Arm radius! We talked about this!"

She dropped her arms to her sides, looking apologetic. "My apologies, Togata. I was swept up in the passion of the moment."

"I think she should make sure to give Midoriya a victory kiss when he gets back up here," Sero said. "Then again, he might short circuit if you did." He made a show of considering this, finger tapping his chin. "No, wait, you should do it. I can film it."

"Is that all you think about?" Togata asked, sounding annoyed.

"Hey, you've got your sciency-stuff, I've got fame. You don't see me poo-pooing your gizmos and do-dads and thingamabobs."

Togata gave Tensei Iida a flat look. "And you're really dating this."

Iida shrugged. "The affairs of the heart are not nearly so quantifiable as the rules of science and engineering."

Fortunately, Midoriya's return broke up any further discussion or potential fighting, with the green haired boy landing next to them thanks to another gravity-powered leap. Immediately, Sora Iida threw her arms around him and even planted a kiss on his cheek, leaning Midoriya to blush furiously.

"I knew you could do it!" Iida beamed. "And a new record!"

Midoriya smiled sheepishly. "Thanks," he said, still blushing. "If that was my prize, it was definitely worth it."

Sero clapped his hands to his mouth. "Oh. Goodness. Midoriya just tried to be smooth. I never thought I'd see it."

"For your information, Sero," Sora Iida said, fixing him with a glare, her hands on her hips. "Toshi is very smooth! And I will not have you speak badly of him! Do you understand?!" There was a surprising undercurrent of a threat to her words.

Sero let out a terrified yelp and jumped into his boyfriend's arms. "I understand! I understand! Don't hit me! And if you do hit me, not in the face!"

Midoriya just watched it with the weariness of someone to whom none of this was anything new, then turned to Isamu. "You up for it?" There wasn't any challenge to it, no "let's see if you can do better" or anything like that, just one friend checking in on another.

Deciding that ignoring the show going on in front of them was probably the best bet, Isamu nodded. "Bring it on."

"Next up," the announcer said, "winner of U.A.'s first year Sports Festival… Isamu Haimawari! Let's see what kind of mark this high speed hero can make! In three.. two… one!"

On the announcer's final word, a buzzer sounded and Isamu launched himself forward, racing towards the nearest Villain bot. They were more humanoid than the robotic Villains they typically trained with at U.A., but still larger than the average person, closer to the size of their classmate Shoji. But judging by the rounds they'd watched before Midoriya's turn, their human shape didn't make them any less effective.

He poured on his speed and bowled the first one over, leading it to smash itself to pieces when it came down. With more speed, he raced up the nearest wall and then onto the ceiling, stretching his left arm so that he could fire energy pulses behind him, striking several more Villain bots with rapid shots and exploding them in a shower of sparks. He completed his arc and raced down the opposite wall, executing a high speed spin and extending his legs at the bottom, taking down yet another.

The next part was trickier, he needed to get going vertical as well, with robots stationed at the different points on a fake hillside as well as several right in front of him. He didn't have Midoriya's gravity jumps, but…

Carefully adjusting his speed, he rocketed towards the nearest robot, came up out of his crouch, the palms of his hands hitting the robot's torso and letting him slide his way up and over it. As soon as he was on the robot's shoulders, he pushed off with his Quirk, unleashing a repulsion blast from all four limbs. It had the dual effect of launching him forward and also sending the robot flying... right into the others that remained at ground level!

Sailing through the air, Isamu used a couple of controlled bursts to keep himself from flying out of control and landed right in front of the next robot. He launched himself forward again, racing counter clockwise around the slope, firing pulse after pulse. When he reached the top, he quickly realized he was going too fast to break and had to apply his adhesion power.

His momentum still nearly sent him flying off and he felt for a moment like his arms were going to give way, but they held. He crouched there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before he was able to stand. Finally, he dared to look up to see his time.

Fifteen seconds. Still pretty good, he thought.

"And Haimawari takes second place with that time!" the announcer said. "Let's give him a big hand."

Above, he could see the crowd cheering. But more importantly, he could see his friends cheering, louder than anyone.

Maybe he didn't win here. But he'd given it his all. And with his friends on his side, that was enough.

For Melissa, returning to I-Island was always like coming home. Small wonder, really, when for much of her life, it had been home. Pretty much her entire childhood had been spent here. Even after Papa had been arrested for his part in shutting down the island's security and attempting to steal the Quirk Enhancer, she'd been so close to graduating that she'd been allowed to stay. She'd fully expected to spend most of her life here.

But then Uncle Might had called, not long after Izuku had graduated from U.A. He was giving Izuku Might Tower, he'd said, and wanted him to have nothing less than the best, including a dedicated and in-house Support staff. Izuku was one of the youngest Pros to helm their own agency ever, but he deserved it. Even here, they'd seen his battles against Shigaraki and the League of Villains. Practically the whole world seemed to have rallied around him.

Besides, Izuku had been an old friend by that point, not to mention a former long distance boyfriend. They'd dated for a little bit during his second year of U.A., and a little into his third, even gotten to see each other in person a few times. It hadn't gotten very far before they'd decided they were better off as just friends, and friends they'd stayed.

If she hadn't taken that job, she'd never have met Mirio (And boy, had Ochaco been quick to suggest she date him), never had her three amazing children… No, even if she got a little homesick for I-Island or America sometimes, she was always certain she'd made the right choice. Japan had been something of an adjustment, of course. On a per population basis, they had far fewer Quirkless people than most countries, of what was already an increasingly shrinking population. Add being a foreigner on top of that and well… Some people had not been particularly nice. But that was, for the most part, long behind her. As the brains behind the top two Heroes in Japan and a multitude of sidekicks, she'd more than proven herself.

Of course, she still made it a point to return for the Expo. But this year, it wasn't just about that. The Expo was part of why she was here, but it also served as an excellent fact finding cover.

The door to the lab recognized her badge and opened to let her inside. Good. That meant that her friend had remembered she was coming and gotten her access. She stepped inside to a myriad array of half completed robots and other mechanical projections in various states of completion. A small smile crossed her lips. Some things never changed.

"Hello?" she called out in Japanese. "Jinsei? Are you somewhere in this mess?"

Jinsei Saika looked up from a workbench in the back, pushing goggles up onto his head. He was a tall man, about her age, with numerous scars on his face that stood out sharply, many of them long and jagged-edged. His dark green hair was longer and shaggier than the last time she'd seen him. He'd probably been "too busy" for a haircut again.

"Melissa!" he called out, grinning. He coughed hard after, but his tone was friendly. She knew his vocal cords had been damaged in the same incident that had given him his scars and that the damage made speaking difficult after long periods of silence. "How's the smartest Qurikless person I know? Aside from me, of course."

"I'm the only Quirkless person you know besides yourself," she shot back in equally friendly banter. They'd been friends since their Academy days, their Quirklessness something that had helped them bond. Even if things hadn't been particularly rough here, the shared bond of lacking something so many others reveled in had made them good friends. "And besides, I know my scores were better than yours."

"It's good to see you," Jinsei said, definitely not rising to the bait. "How's the family?"

"They're good," Melissa replied. "Mirio's busier than ever, of course, especially with everything that went on, but he's positive they'll turn up the right clues sooner or later. And the kids are all here with me. David's doing well in the Support Course at U.A., Nejire's ranked as one of the top three Hero Course students, and Deku says Tamaki could go solo in just a year or two if he wanted to. Of course, he likes working with Deku and being his Sidekick, so even if he did go solo, he'd probably still end up just working with him all the time anyway."

She was definitely proud of all her children. David took after her and Papa and was already inventing amazing things. Nejire may have had some occasional issues with making common sense decisions, but she had a heart bigger than almost anyone. Melissa had met her mentor, the Laughing Man, several times, and he always spoke highly of her. Tamaki wasn't even twenty year and already well on his way to being an incredible Hero. She owed Deku more than she could ever repay for helping her eldest achieve his dreams.

"And what about you?" she asked. "Is there anyone or…?" She trailed off, aware she was treading into awkward waters.

Jensei shook his head. "No, no, there's just me. But I have my work. And I have my friends. That's enough." His eyes darted to a small desk in one corner of the lab, adorned with pictures of Jensei and a smiling woman and two smiling children, a boy and a girl, neither older than five or six.

Melissa didn't know how he carried on. If she lost Mirio or any of the kids…

He smiled ruefully and shook his head. "But you didn't come all this way just to catch up, now did you?"

"If only," she replied, pulling out a small thumb drive. "Mei and I have looked the remains over from top to bottom and come up with nothing. Even the best forensic experts the HPSC can offer hasn't been able to find any major clues. We can match the DNA the robots were wrapped in to the Nomu corpse that was stolen when it was being transferred between secure sites, but that's about it.

"You're probably the best robotics expert we know, Jensei. Think you can help us out?"

"Something nothing all the Heroes and their friends can figure out?" Jensei asked. There was something slightly bitter and mocking in his tone. "I guess I'd better give it my best then…"

"You okay there, Haimawari?"

Isamu jerked and looked up and found Tamaki Togata in front of him, tall, blond, and muscular, wearing his costume. He gave the Sidekick a smile, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, just finding this all a little overwhelming. I've been to a few Hero-Cons and there's Naru-Fest back home and all, but this is all just a little overwhelming." He gestured vaguely to the crowd around them and the different booths offering Hero merch or Support equipment. The crowd was huge, with both Pro-Heroes, Sidekicks, Support developers, and civillians.

"Plus," he added, "they had me on a panel with some other first place finishers from some other Hero Schools. Questions from the audience, that kind of thing. Wasn't so bad, I guess, but even with the clips they had, U.A.'s is the only televised one, so…"

"All the eyes were on you?" Togata guessed.

Isamu nodded. Sure, Midoriya and the others had been in the crowd too, so he'd been able to get at least a little bit of reassurance by looking at them when he'd started to falter, but it had still been a nerve wracking experience. They were supposed to get media training later in the year, but that hadn't helped him now.

He'd told his friends he needed a little time to clear his head and that he'd catch up to them later. In spite of their reassurances, he still felt like he'd made a total fool of himself. Asked about strategies, he'd credited Midoriya for the Obstacle Course, and just gone with "try not to get hit" as his manta for the rest. Not exactly the most inspiring story.

"Yeah. And the second and third year winners." There had been Hiroaki Gushiken, from 2-B, who had the Quirk Mirror, which let him reflect things back at their source, and Ahmya Amamiya from 3-C, who had the Quirk Storm, which granted her localized weather control. Both so much more impressive Quirks than his own Slide and Glide, even with the newer tricks he'd been teasing out of it.

"Not used to all the attention?" Togata asked, seemingly sensing his discomfort.

He shook his head. "Not at all. Most of the time, I try really hard not to remember I was on national TV winning one of the biggest events in the country." He'd made peace (mostly) with the fact that he'd won, accepted that while there was certainly some element of luck to it, that speed and quick thinking had made a enough of a difference for him to claim victory. Midoriya and the rest had pounded that particular item into him well enough. There was luck, but no one was that lucky.

Well, except perhaps for the Gambler Hero: Blackjack, who could warp probabilities in his favor. But that was neither here nor there.

Togata smiled reassuringly. "Trust me, it doesn't get much easier when you're a Pro or a Sidekick. If anything, there's only more eyes on you. Especially the higher up you rise." He chuckled. "Being the Number One Sidekick to the Number One Hero, and son of the Number Two, well…"

Right! Togata had probably been dealing with that kind of exposure his whole career. Even with a relatively simple Quirk that let him enhance the density of his muscle fibers for extra strength, he'd made quite the splash, winning the Sports Festival in his own third year. Though he hadn't made much of an impression his first year at U.A., Isamu knew that Togata had later interned under Ground Zero one year and Deku the next, immediately jumping from that to a Work Study, and a Sidekick job right out of graduation. That kind of high profile circumstances had to come with a lot of eyes.

Togata led them over to a stand selling drinks, purchasing a pair of fruit drinks in souvenir Deku glasses. Even having met the man himself, Isamu couldn't help but feel a little fanboy thrill. Okay, a big fanboy thrill. Exclusive merch was always awesome.

"Does it get easier?" Isamu asked, once they'd found a bench to sit and talk.

Togata gave that some consideration. "Yes… and also no." Well, that was reassuring. "You get used to it, is more like it. Fame is part and parcel of being a Hero, unless you're one of the Underground types. Making the news, merchandise, public opinion polls, the rankings, that's something Hero society's never really completely gotten rid of. But it eventually starts becoming part of the background radiation, rather than the most pressing thing. But that also means you never really stop being aware of the eyes on you. …Or of trying to live up to all the expectations put on you."

There was something odd about the way he said the last part of that, Isamu thought. But Togata didn't elaborate.

"But you're a first year student," Togata went on. "Even with your accomplishments so far, you're got a lot of time to make a name for yourself, and a lot of time to figure out exactly who you want to be."

"I really just want to help people," Isamu told him. "My dad says helping people is one of the best things a person can do. He missed his chance at going to a Hero school, so he found other, small ways to help people. Still does. But I think there's a part of him that still regrets missing his big shot. And I've got the same Quirk as him. So if I can do something, I should. Not for the fame or anything like that, I'd rather just be known for my good deeds. Maybe inspire some other people to do good because it…"

Togata was grinning broadly at that.

"What?" Isamu asked.

"Nothing," Togata said. "Just… what you said just now, reminds me an awful lot of Uncle Deku"

"Really, dahling, your talent for circumventing security systems never fails to impress."

Crouched in the hallway, many levels down in the main laboratory building of the island, with a circuit panel open in front of her, Rei Toga gave the masked woman next to her a grin. "How else am I supposed to visit Granny? Uncle Sho' keeps trying to up the game so I can't get in." She grinned wider. "He ain't beaten me yet."

Miss Compress shook her head. "You do love your family, don't you, dahling?"

"Well, most of 'em," Rei told her, before returning back to the job at hand. I-Island security had gotten a lot smarter over the years. Parts of it were still computer controlled, but they'd also tried to subvert total take overs with manual pieces. The League's leader had made arrangements to keep the security cameras on a loop, but accessing this particular corridor beneath the island was entirely up to them. But it didn't take more than a few minutes to bypass the lock, the door sliding open with a hydraulic hiss.

Miss Compress offered her a complimentary tip of her hat, then pointed down the hallway with her cane. If the schedule they'd memorized was correct, they had more than a good twenty minutes before anyone would be coming.

It was just her and Compress. Overrdive was trailing the island in a boat, carefully stealth screened, but Doctor Ursa and the other members remained back in Japan. But they had more than enough skills for the job at hand. Between her talent for subverting security systems and Compress's stagecraft, they didn't even need their Quirks.

Of course, they'd been told not to kill anyone they didn't have to, which was a shame. She'd just gotten her knives sharpened! What was she supposed to do, not stab people? Why did she even have knives if she wasn't supposed to stab people with them? Cut then open, set their blood on fire with her Quirk…

Sometimes, she just did not understand their leader.

Inside, the corridor opened into a large, semi-circular chamber, the outer wall lined with… not exactly cells—No one who worked here or lived in them would call them that—but they might as well have been. She hadn't been surprised to learn such a place existed, merely disappointed.

"I dare say," Compress said, sucking in a breath, "I didn't expect there to be so many…"

"Ain't that just the way of it?" Rei said, following her inside. "A buncha years ago, the government's lockin' people up for havin' 'dangerous' Quirks, and now people're doing it to themselves voluntarily."

It was, technically, true that everyone here at the I-Island Quirk Research Center was here voluntarily. Most of them had nicely appointed rooms, televisions, books and other entertainment, and full contact with their friends and loved ones. Each and every one had made the decision to come here themselves.

For some of them, for those that had come from other countries, that might even have been true. For those who came from Japan, which seemed overrepresented in the occupancy, each and every one of them had also had it "suggested" to them by the Center for Quirk Research. And not in the kind of way you turned down. It was, in theory, kinder than they days of Plague and Manticore and the like, where having a "dangerous" Quirk got you locked up in a dank cell and the key thrown away, hunted by men like her grandfather until they caught you.

Each and every person here had a Quirk that made them dangerous to the world around them in some fashion. There was one who slowly and uncontrollably released cyanide gas. There was another who constantly generated a psychic field that made everyone around them fall asleep. There was yet another who was on fire all the time.

They had come here with the promise of protecting others from themselves, with the possibility that I-Island's research into Quirks would eventually allow them to leave and live normal lives. And some of them could have been very useful to the League's cause, but they would never have joined them. They didn't believe.

They were not who they were there for.

Her eyes fell on a particular nameplate.

AYUMU SETSUSHI

QUIRK: DELIRIUM