DISCLAIMER: I don't own My Hero Academia.

ISSUE 003! What you came here for

"H-Hey..." the flabbergasted Shinsō cannot stop stuttering, unable to hide his shock after seeing a sudden punch knocking a bit of wind, the gust to the punk's face's direction. And that's not even the most bizarre thing. That honor belongs to the metal clinking sound and a sight of fist that doesn't have a human's skin color. "Wh-wha-what the hell... was that?" Shinsō tried so hard to maintain his stand, his legs trembling.

The punk's face got wrecked to one side, but because of his big and bulky body he didn't fall. A few seconds passed when he's in a daze, rather than feeling hurt. He opened his eyes back, all he could see is the small-postured student that dared to challenge a literal bulldozer. Midoriya stands there, directly in front of him, looking onto his scrunched eyes. Rage filled the punk.

Everything is a complete blur. It's like watching a video with eight times normal speed. When the punk throwed a very predictable punch in terms of it's direction, but terrifying om scale and timing, the quirkless student wastes no time dodging it to the side, unfazed. He sidestepped, making his body lay low, thus making him able to enter the gap between his extended arms and his stomach, the latter being his target. Left leg in front of the right, Midoriya prepared his right elbow to gain connection to the punk's seemingly sturdy but nevertheless vulnerable stomach.

After all is done, the bully choked hard. He cowered, holding his stomach, one of his legs giving up by hitting the ground with a loud 'thud'. "Damn. How did he do that?" Shinsō observed the bad guy and the good guy's situation, and the latter is winning. "Is it over?" Shinsō thought. And when nobody is moving from their spot for a while, he genuinely thought it was over.

Out of nowhere, Midoriya opened up both of his uniform's long sleeve, revealing two arms made of metal. The sun shone through the prostheses, in turn the metal reflected most of it, making it's appearance majestic, even more so when viewed from behind.

"Are you serious? An actual prostheses? Like... like..." Shinsō couldn't finish his sentence for very obvious reason. At that time, he likes to think that the presence of the metal arms is nothing but an unique quirk mutation, or just a machinery that encapsulates the whole arm length for power utilizing. But when one got no quirk, that leaves only one plausible explanation. "Umm..."

That Midoriya actually lost both of them.

The little green monster began to proceed forward, ignoring Shinsō's presence behind him. The whimpering punk got his almost bald... hair got gripped by five fingers with monstrous grip. Naturally his head got yanked too, being forced to look directly to the sudden rebel, awaiting the inevitable judgement. Midoriya was prepared to swing his right fist, but then he stopped for a moment, glancing towards Shinsō, seemingly thinking about something.

The mind controller had his eyebrows rose. "What is he—? Is there something on my face?" He questioned in his mind, gulping in the process. The direct gaze went downwards, the now crumpled tie that needs to be ironed immediately after whenever this shit is done suddenly became the center of attention. Midoriya's sports a look of... wait, is that disappointment?

His right hand that, for a while, strengthened itself to attack the bully's eyes, nose, and mouth in one succession as violently as possible, resigned. Midoriya changed his plan and crumpled the punk's short tie the same way Shinsō got his. This time though, with a portion of his uniform altogether.

"Huh?"

All is done, the punk got released, still unmoving. Midoriya spoke immediately. "Let's go leave this place," and without further notice, he bolted out to the gate's direction.

Shinsō could only follow.

"So... mind telling me... uh. How do I word this... your story. Yeah," Shinsō lamely finishes. As grateful as he can be, him sparing the teen for the upcoming assault, let's just say that Shinsō is frighteningly curious about the continuous clanking metal sound that went unnoticed by all the people strolling in front of the two. So he just went and asked that first.

"I lost my arm." Midoriya started speedily with no hesistation, or an intended dramatic pause.

"I figured. Since, y'know, quirks exist, it could be related to one's quirk, and you're... not that," Shinsō absolutely clenched his heart to refrain from using the word 'quirkless' when he's one of the few people that realize the word's depressing effect. Midoriya only smiled gently at this.

"It's okay, Shinsō," his toothy grin manifested. "it's a fact, after all."

The taller guy quickly nodded, his posture relaxed ever so slightly. He exhaled. Not even two seconds later, he inhaled again. "Wait. You said 'lost my arm'," he seemed to realize one crucial hint. "I mean, singular."

"Oh," the object of enigma sitting beside let out a surprise. "Y-yeah, I guess I did," even Midoriya didn't see that coming. "It's cool that you noticed. So, uhh... basically one's from birth, one's by an accident," he winced. Clearly he wasn't truly prepared to deal with this bit. "In a sense, you're right, I lost one."

Welp. That's very sad. Also, Shinsō couldn't argue with that logic. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Like I said, it's oka—"

"No... don't say that. Just... never mind," interrupted Shinsō. He diverted the way of the conversation immediately. "That fucker is aware of my quirk, his lackeys I commanded yesterday must have told him. His grip hurts my neck like hell!" Shinsō gritted his teeth in frustration. And then he inhaled again, recalling the earlier beat-up, he realized yet another odd thing that doesn't add up.

"That's right. Uh, earlier... you're about to punch him senseless, but you didn't."

"Y-yeah?"

"Oh! Then, you kind of... analyzed me? Kinda?"

"Hmm... I guess?"

"Wait! I'm lost! Why didn't you fight the three jerks yesterday in the first place? Without even attempting to retaliate at that time! Obviously you got enough strength to..."

"You didn't soak any damage," before Shinsō could continue with his rant, Midoriya went on after long beat of short responses. "You're fine overall, it's just your uniform got messed up," when he saw the further confusion on Shinsō's face, he elaborated. "I wanted to teach him a lesson, but he didn't do anything yet to you, so there's no point," said Midoriya with narrowed eyes. "Except, again, the uniform. When I saw you, I expected bruises, debris of dirt sticking to the skin... if that's the case..."

Midoriya didn't say anything anymore. His body's trembling, his fists curled up on his thighs. To Shinsō, it seemed that Midoriya wanted so badly to finish answering his final and the most nagging thing waiting to be answered, but can't because of the sudden wave of serious hesistation. "God, he don't need to... I understand if that's personal..."

"I..." the quirkless student quivered. "I... I... I'm s-scared," he opened his mouth ever so slightly. "T-th-that's why I didn't fight yesterday. It... it w-would only cause more problems, more headaches. Nobody would bat an eye with a quirkless getting bullied, especially in Aldera."

"But then why now? Wh—"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE HURT!" Midoriya screamed, literally. Tears welling up in his eyes. Good thing only few students noticed, when there are indeed only few students present currently since time is ever ticking.

"Oh..."

"No. You know what, no. Forget what I said," he comically crossed his arms, palms opened with fingers closed, as if he wanted to chop thin air. "I doooon't know why I did that. One hundred percent positive," assured Midoriya with a blank expression (a terrible facade everyone can see).

The initially shell-shocked Shinsō when hearing his powerful statement (not to mention he's so close to crying) went back to teasing mode after hearing the hasty cover up he came up with. "Sure you don't," he deadpanned. "You put that asshole to his place. That's what matters," he inhaled, glancing around for a bit. "Please don't cry? I felt really terrible now."

Cleansing his eyes with both of his index fingers, Midoriya couldn't look at Shinsō now. "Let's just say I want to repay you for yesterday. Yeah," Midoriya managed to gave a wobbly smile.

Can't this guy get any weirder?

Shinsō knows that now is the perfect and wise time to stop. But not before the last question hanging inside his brain to be let out. "Okay, so how are you being able to sense... our presence? You weren't exactly close to... look, I didn't see you near me." "That sentence went well."

"Call it instinct," Midoriya stares forward, the small number students remaining crossed the school gate, onwards to their homes. "Or if that doesn't sound very convincing to you, I gradually picked up the signs. Me note-taking is the flawless cover for me to observe anything I caught my silent interest on... the surroundings." Midoriya chuckled, seemingly embarassed. "Be it classroom or outside. Sorry I'm such a loner, hehe."

"No sweat, I'm even worse," Shinsō countered with his own trademark dry chuckle. Slowly but surely, the volume got higher, more intense, to full-blown laughter. The time both are out of breath, they eventually calmed down.

"Teenagers sucks, man. Well, boys, most of the time." Shinsō commented.

"So you're saying we suck." Midoriya responded.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. You know what I mean. Quirkists. They whose egos is comparable to hot air baloon. They talk behind your back, made it secretive, yet it dominates the class atmosphere. That punk"

"Aldera is the worst."

"Can't wait to get out from here. I will show the world that it's not a crime to be relieved when a guy with Brainwashing arrived to save the day," eyes focused, Shinsō said his lifetime goal. Only to immediately cover his mouth after realizing this slip-up.

"I knew it!" Midoriya suddenly stands up from the bench pointed at Shinsō dramatically. The target is acting like he's lost on what's truly occuring.

"Yeah? You knew what?"

"That you're aiming to be a hero," proclaimed Midoriya with utmost confidence. Even puffing his chest. "I can see your eyes are, like, the determined kind!"

He should definitely go home now. "Oh, whatever."

TEAM REJECTS

Shinsō: A review? Nice, I guess. Now let's get this over with. It's from LovesAnimals8M.

Midoriya: Go, Shinsō!

Shinsō: You got bullseye for that, bud. This story's author sucks at writing sentences' positionings... dialogues, all that.

GP41: Yeah, I can't deny that.

Shinsō: But this chapter was built different. Also, he rewrote the first two chapters just a few days after this one came out. I guess he's improving? Eh, no clue. Tell us how do you think, bud.

Midoriya: Secondly, I did notice that a large chunk of MHA's bulk of fanfictions comes from AO3. Yourself often went to AO3 for daily doses of 'em. You may be thinking why GP41 went for FF-net instead.

GP41: Because I got personally attached to FF-net more. My first fandom I experienced it's stories is Pokémon. Anime-verse, by the way. FF-net got an app. I wrote this on an app. I only use AO3 solely for more MHA's fan content.

Shinsō: That makes sense... oh, what's this? You could give GP41's pointers so he could write sentences better? Please do.

GP41: I really appreciate your help, LovesAnimals8M!

Midoriya: The last thing that needs to be addressed, is that Monoma won't appear until much later in this story. We plan to explore my backstor—wait. My backstory? Uh! Will it be next issue?

Shinsō: Yeah. Good for you. Then, the foundation, which is me, Midoriya, and Aizawa will make up pretty much the first... arc? In which that won't even cover the U.A's entrance exam.

Midoriya: I hope you stay around for Monoma to show up! I promise it'll be worth it!