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The hero with shells

Chapter 4 :

The calm before the storm

Tsunayoshi crossed his arms, eyes fixed on the pile of boxes and plastic bags crammed into what was to be his room for an indefinite period.

After returning to Yuei, Aizawa-sensei had dropped him off in the dorms before rushing who knows where to handle the consequences of the attack. He had looked all but happy with the turn of events, and Tsuna understood him a little. The paperwork was hell.

The Decimo sighed heavily, before approaching the first box, knowing that delaying the unpacking was not going to make the mass of work he had to shoot down disappear. But he would have appreciated a little help...

Thinking of what an afternoon spent building furniture and tidying rooms could be with all his guardians, Tsuna found himself smiling. They would certainly take much longer than expected to finish the whole thing, and the number of fights avoided, or not, would have reached heights...

Shaking his head, a loving smile on his lips, the Sawada went to work leaving his thoughts drifting.

Earlier, he had found a small, very simple black bag with several compartments to store his Weapon Boxes and other combat gear, such as his lens box and headphones. There were two spaces in which Natsu and his storage box where his gloves perfectly fit. This courtesy being from Irie and Spanner who prevented him from having to fight with his mittens at every fight. It was easy to access and quite intuitive, so he considered it to be well-placed money.

Tsuna will probably be able to fit his phone there too, (when he finally manages to buy one) where it will hopefully prevent him from forgetting it in one place or another.

Finishing setting up his bed took less time than he thought. The brown head unpacked his sheets while smiling at the pretty orange color of his duvet cover. The rest was white, as were the walls for that matter, but he already had plans to have them repainted. Aizawa-sensei had told him about a company that employed people who owned Paint quirks that made this kind of work much simpler. He could see a nice light yellow or an icy brown…

Tsunayoshi passed a hand through his hair before starting to construct his wardrobe. He took care to arrange the furniture in the same way as at his home in Namimori.

The afternoon was beginning to fall as he screwed up the last bits of his desk. Once this was over the young man sat down on his bed tempted to just fall on his back and fall asleep. The red glow of one of the bags of clothing caught his eye and he let out a sigh.

"It would be too simple..."

Gathering his strength, he got up and began to put away his new clothes. There were relatively few compared to what one might expect from a teenage closet, but Tsuna had made sure to avoid the unnecessary.

Apart from the several copies of his uniform, (which he would wear almost every day anyway) there were a few sets of pants, t-shirts, as well as two sweaters, white and orange, respectively. The underwear was quickly stuffed into one of the drawers and then he gathered the now-empty bags into a corner to throw them away later.

Aside from the white and orange sneakers he had been wearing since his arrival here, he had bought black boots, for which would be handy for the various physical training he was going to endure. Well, next to those of Reborn, it was surely not going to be very impressive...

Unrolling at the foot of the bed a fluffy round blue carpet, Tsuna drove out the thoughts of his friends, knowing that it would bring nothing good at the moment.

He organized a few more of his belongings, such as school supplies, and then left his room. It was getting late and in the heat of the moment, neither he nor Aizawa-sensei had thought of lunch.

Expecting an empty kitchen, Tsunayoshi was surprised to see a tall blond man, who seemed to have no expressions other than that Colgate proof smile. He left a strange impression on him as if he were looking at an ill-proportioned building. Everything was shouting fake, but he could not put his finger on what was wrong.

He blinked several times, wondering what he was supposed to do in this situation.

Should he simply introduce himself and hope that it was neither an intruder nor a threat ? Or just turn around and ignore this giant ?

He must have made a noise since a pair of electric blue eyes quickly landed on him, causing him to shift away from the door frame behind which he half-hid.

Hesitating, Tsuna began to fiddle with the bottom of his sweater.

"Um..."

The man rose abruptly, narrowly failing to startle him, and within a few steps, he was before him. He easily overlooked the boy of barely a meter sixty with his two twenty meters, even when leaning towards him, one hand on his forehead in an imitation of a military salute.

Part of him was eager to step back and go back into hiding, but Tsuna just swallowed, not knowing if he should be on his guard.

His Intuition did not indicate any danger to him and when his chocolate eyes landed on the left part of the abdomen of the giant whose name was still unknown, It reacted.

An injury, important enough for his intuition to deem it good enough to report to him. He frowned slightly, a little worried for the man, but was cut off in his reflections by a voice of too high volume for his liking.

"Young man ! You're Sawada, aren't you ?"

Mouth closed, the brown head could only slowly nod.

"I am aware of your situation. You really have no luck young man ha-ha !" Continued the illustrious stranger without realizing that the smaller one was no longer listening to him.

His attention had turned to the half-flame of the man. Well, the two half-Flames, strange as it may appear.

One was much larger than the other, of the Mist type, but seemed to be losing activation ability more and more, and the other was Sky, which surprised him a little honestly. There was a reason the Skies were so rare, and he must have been the first he had met since he landed here.

Leaving these oddities aside and putting them on the back of the strangeness of this parallel world, Tsunayoshi raised his head to cross the blue eyes of the man, twisting his fingers.

"Um... Who are you, sir…?"

Looking like he had flashed a bolt of lightning on his head, the older man joined both palms and hurriedly answered.

"Where was my head ? Excuse me, young man, I'm All Might, your new head-teacher !"

The little brunet blinked, not expecting it.

'Another weird name...'

"Oh... Enchanted...?"

Until then, the only teachers close to him he had had were Nezu, his horrible math teacher who took great pleasure in harassing him since his first year of college, and... Reborn...

His shoulders stretched out, wondering what kind of character this man was.

All Might nodded, still smiling, and stuffed into his hands a stack of newspapers, as well as a scribbled paper.

He frowned, waiting for an explanation. They all had different dates, sometimes months old.

"Aizawa-sensei instructed me to give you this so that you could blend more easily into the flow. The paper is for your appointment with Tsukauchi tomorrow." Simply said the hero.

Tsuna changed his grip on the articles so he could read the paper. An address and a schedule accompanied by a complicated signature were noted.

He looked up at his new teacher with a little smile on his face.

"Thank you, All Might-sensei."

It was going to take him a little while to get used to the strange names of the people of this world. Who knows, maybe his level of English will get better ?

"My pleasure young man! By the way, someone in the cafeteria should bring you your meal in a short time, as well as in the evening. While waiting for the start of the school and your other classmates, we will proceed like that, okay ?"

Tsunayoshi shook his head, relieved that he did not have to take care of the food. Their attempt into the future had clearly shown their inability to make a decent meal. He should have spent more time with his mother in the kitchen, with luck, he would have absorbed a thing or two...

The professor left quickly after that, his mission now accomplished, and Tsuna sat down on the new armchairs in the living room. Opening one of the newspapers on his lap, he began to read, ignoring boring parts like politics or celebrity gossip that reporters loved.

Half an hour later, the brunet boy was staring at his reading material, frowning. There were many more earthquakes and natural disasters than at home. And it was not limited to Japan, the other countries were equally affected, ringing the alarm bell in the back of his head even louder.

There were also articles about his future classmates. Including a story about Villains' attacking in one of the practical training sites ? The Villains had apparently wanted to try to kill All Might, without much success, and had fled.

None of the students had been injured other than slightly, and the only two people that had suffered a little more were two professional heroes who had recovered from their wounds without too much damage. Oh, and All Might-sensei was apparently Japan's number one hero. Huh.

'For threats determined to kill someone, they didn't do a lot of collateral damage...'

These Villains were probably the same as those that Aizawa-sensei had warned him about…

Tsunayoshi pursed his lips into a fine line, annoyed that his Intuition continued to reassure him about them. He passed a hand through his hair, not quite sure what to make of it.

If he were relying solely on his experience and not his guts, he knew that he could manage to escape without too much hassle or protect his comrades.

He sighed. He was probably going to get involved in this story someway whether he liked it or not… The fact that this threat was not really one bothering his Intuition was as comforting as it was strange.

Even with Mukuro or Hayato, It had not reacted like that. They had been prepared to kill him, or at least to seriously injure him, and it was only after becoming friends with them that this echo of 'be on your guard' had disappeared.

He opened his eyes round. This situation gave him vibes of Shoichi and Uni... Maybe this Villains' group was forced to do all this ? Or were they too lost to know how else to do it ?

Tsuna growled and dropped on the side his head resting on the armrest of the sofa. There were too many possibilities and he did not know enough to conclude his wobbly hypotheses.

The next day, he found himself in front of the police station, checking that he was at the right address. He entered, moving up to the reception, a little anxious about what this appointment was going to give. After a few minutes, Tsukauchi-san guided him to his office handing him a cup of tea.

Actually, it didn't take very long. The detective wanted to keep him informed of the -very- meager improvements in his research on how to send him home, in addition to giving him his freshly fabricated identity papers.

Apparently in the eyes of the rest of the police and the world, he will be just a boy who had lost his memory due to an accident with an unknown quirk. Orphaned and without siblings, he will be in Yuei's care, and a social worker was expected to come by later this week to make sure everything was alright.

He will also have the opportunity to go to a psychologist if he ever felt the need.

Regarding the previous day's attack on Aizawa-sensei, it was apparently only a weak attempt by a small neighborhood gang that had a grudge towards Eraser Head because of the arrests of some of their members.

Leaving with his arms full of papers, Tsunayoshi glanced at the watch on his wrist wondering what to do with his free time. He had warned Aizawa-sensei that he would return by 6 p.m. at the latest, not knowing how long the appointment would last.

He shrugged, putting his mess in his shoulder bag, and decided to go for a walk. He will rarely be going to leave campus after the start of the school, and not really having money, he could hardly justify a departure out of Yuei's limits anyhow.

He was certain his current anonymity due to the fact he had neither the uniform nor even put a single foot in a classroom or a tournament since the beginning of the year, allowed him to be alone in the city only for today. A change that will occur too soon enough for his taste.

There is it ! Next time, first meeting with the class 1-A and angst !

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