Welcome back to the show, everyone, and thanks for tuning back in to "You Say Run". Now, I know a lot This for a recap, Yuki took the exam, met Jirou, and is having bad dreams that are probably the result of some super bad childhood drama. I know that last thing left us on a pretty sour not last time, so let's have a good time this chapter.

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Alrighty then, let's get to the story.

The Gang Gets To Go To School

Yuki P.O.V.

My body jolted upwards as if I could feel the lightning coursing through my veins. That dream. That damn dream. It's been so long since then, but every now and then, right when I think everything is ok, that dream has to pop up again and bring me back down.

Getting up, I go and get dressed, putting on a pair of black sweatpants and a red sleeveless shirt. Tying my combat boots, I go outside to check the mail only to find a single letter with a familiarly shaped seal. I must not have been paying attention to the date, I nearly forgot. Going back inside, I got ready for my morning routine. Three sets of 20 sit-ups, two sets of 20 pushups, one round of shadow boxing, and a ten-kilometer jog.

After getting done with that, I checked my phone, seeing that the time was now nearly 12. I then sent a text to Jirou, notifying her that the letters came in. Then, I went to make myself breakfast. Living alone, you start to learn how to cook more out of necessity than anything else. Checks don't do too much good if you spend it all on fast food. Fortunately, I'm a pretty fast learner, I knew how to cook for myself on a basic level by the time I was nine, and these days practiced more as a hobby than anything else.

After finishing my breakfast, two eggs, and four sausage links, I got a notification on my phone.

"Seems someone finally woke up…" I said to myself as I checked the message.

Jirou: "Yeah, just got mine too."

Futeki: "You only waking up now?"

Jirou: "Don't you start, it's the weekend, I'm allowed to sleep in however long I want."

Futeki: "Calm it, lazy bones. I'm not gonna mock you that much."

Jirou: "So, you wanted to open them up together, right?"

Futeki: "Yeah, mind if I invite a couple other people, too?"

Jirou: "It depends, will I know them?"

Futeki: "Probably not, they were in a different group than ours, but one of them is the kid who destroyed their group's zero-pointer, and the other one is a friend of his. They're cool, plus both are really fun to mess with."

Jirou: "I'm in."

Knew that last comment would get her. If I've found anything out about Jirou, it's that she loves messing with people almost as much as I do. After setting up the place and getting Midoriya to think it'd be just me and him, I made my way to the place we planned on meeting at.

After a short wait, Jirou was the first one to make it. "Hey," I said, waving her over, "I'm surprised. For someone who sleeps in so long, you're pretty punctual."

This drew a slight blush accompanied by a mildly annoyed face, as the girl said, "Didn't you say you weren't going to mock my sleeping habits?"

"No, I said I wasn't going to mock them that much. C'mon, we still have those other two to wait for. Word of warning, Midoriya is very prone to panic and tears, but Ochako-san is less so. You'll have to grill her a bit harder if you want a reaction, but it's worth it." She held a smirk nearly as conniving as my own. If we have bonded over anything, it's the love of getting reactions out of people.

The next to appear was the green haired boy himself. "There's the green bean. Hey, Midoriya!" I yelled, getting his attention. The kid turned, seeing us, and gave that goddamn smile.

"Futeki-san, there you are. Sorry, I got lost a bit, and then I got worried, and then-" Before he could start doing the thing, I put a hand over his mouth.

"Don't start, it's fine, you're still on time. Now we just have to wait for the last person in the party."

"Last person? I thought you said it was just you and me? In fact, who is this person? Sorry, I didn't notice you earlier, but aren't you the girl that Yusha-san was talking to before the exam started?"

"Man, Futeki-san was right, you do talk a lot," Jirou said, drawing a look of embarrassment from Midoriya, "I'm only joking around, don't get that look. Besides, not like I can say much to the guy who wrecked a zero-pointer in one shot."

Before Midoriya could get too embarrassed, I spoke up. "This is Jirou-san. She was a part of my exam group, and we were talking a little bit before you came out of the nurse's office." Noticing a familiar pair of pink cheeks in the crowd, I pointed to their owner and said, "Speaking of people I was able to talk to while you were unconscious, looks like the last member of the group is here."

Jirou and Midoriya looked to where I had pointed, both curious as to who the mystery person was. Fortunately, finger-pads noticed us looking at her, and made her way over to us. "Hey, Futeki-san, Midoriya-san. Sorry, I'm late." She said with a kind smile that I could tell was really messing Midoriya up, judging by the look on his face, which was currently a beautiful shade of white. It was at this point that Uraraka noticed Jirou. "Who's this, and why does Midoriya-san look like he's seen a ghost?"

Jirou spoke up this time, saying, "I'm Kyoka Jirou, and Midoriya-san looks like that because Futeki-san didn't tell him that either of us would be coming."

"I thought it'd be funny," I said, my grin widening a bit.

"And was it?" Jirou said.

"Even more so than I anticipated," I said, my grin widening even more. I decided that this would be the perfect time to explain my actions. "You see, Midoriya here is pretty shy, so I had a feeling that he wouldn't agree to this meetup unless he thought it would be just me and him. Am I wrong?"

Midoriya let out a sigh, "No, you're right. I probably wouldn't have."

I nodded in affirmation, continuing by saying, "Exactly. And since I consider myself a good friend of yours, it only feels right for me to try to help you break out of that cocoon of yours and turn into the world's strongest butterfly. Speaking of which, you all have them, right?" Pulling out my U.A. letter, Uraraka and Jirou followed suit.

Midoriya, on the other hand, pulled out an already opened letter. "Sorry, I got too excited and already opened mine. Bet you won't believe me when I say that-"

"You passed," I said, cutting him off.

"How did you-"

"You wouldn't have come if you didn't. C'mon, let's go somewhere less crowded. Wouldn't be very heroic of us to flaunt our U.A. status around with these things."

Kyoka P.O.V.

After leading us to an alley, Futeki-san had Uraraka-san apply her quirk, which apparently made whatever she touched with her hands behave under zero gravity, to him. He then carried us up to the roof of a building all at once, carrying me and Uraraka-san under each of his arms and having Midoriya-san hang on around his waist.

Letting all of us down to the roof, Uraraka-san stopped he quirk by putting the tips of her fingers together. "There we go," Yusha-san said, "Man, that felt kinda weird, in a cool way. Alright, open them up." To that, we all ripped open our letters, instead of a letter, I found a weird black disc. Taking it out, it slipped out of my hands, landing on the ground in front of me, revealing itself to be a hologram projector, as the projection revealed All Might who was way to close to the screen, and he yelled, "I am here, as a projection!"

"Holy shit!" I heard Futeki-san yell from a bit away, surprised from how close to his face the projection, was.

Projection All Might went on the tell that he was actually going to be a teacher at U.A., before telling me my final score. "While you passed the written test, you only obtained 26 villain points during the practical, which would normally not be enough to be accepted."

Wait, but didn't Midoriya-san get zero villain points? How did he pass? Unless.

"This exam, however, wasn't only watching for villain-based points. You helped out a great many of your fellow examinees, earning 24 rescue points! Meaning you pass with a total of 50 points! This will be your Hero Academy!"

Yuki P.O.V.

"While you had an impressive score of 45 villain-based points, those are not the only grading system we use at U.A." I had a feeling that this was the case, considering Midoriya passed with a whopping zero points, but this proved my theory right. "You see, my boy, there were also points given according to your ability to aid and rescue your fellow examinees, so you had earned 30 rescue points as well. Final score: 75! This puts you in second place, so welcome, my boy because U.A.'s now your Hero Academy!"

As the projection faded away, I heard Uraraka, Jirou, and Midoriya celebrating, and walked towards the three of them. Instead of the three of them standing, however, I say Midoriya floating while Jirou used a jack to tether to him like a balloon. "So, I take it that this means you two passed as well?"

"You know it, and guess what?" Jirou said, laughing while Uraraka touched her fingers together, letting the green haired boy land not so softly. "Seems that Uraraka-san here managed to get fourth place."

"I saw," I said, my mouth fully smirking as I let out as much cocky through my face as possible. "I placed in second."

Jirou's eyes widened in surprise as if I had just told her about an alien species coming into orbit. "Really, what were your point totals?"

"45 villain points, 30 rescue points. A grand total of 75 hero points. First place only beat me by two points."

"Not much of a surprise, considering what you can do," Midoriya said, rubbing the back of his head.

Jirou looked to me questioningly at that, asking, "That reminds me, I don't think you ever told me what you can do. I mean, I saw you running around the test site, destroying robots left and right like a maniac, but I don't know what you can actually do."

"Yeah," Uraraka joined in, continuing, "now that you mention it, I'm pretty curious as well. To be able to do that well, you have to be pretty tough, right?"

Smirking, I sat down on the edge of the roof. "Well, I call it Kinetic Conversion. Essentially, my quirk works by absorbing energy and converting it into kinetic energy. The more energy I absorb, the more energy I'm able to push out. This works by absorbing basically any form of energy, by the way, but some types boost me up more than others. A punch to the stomach, or anything that hits me with kinetic force, is the best since I don't have to convert it. On the other hand, electricity is the worst, because it hits too quickly for my absorption to get a hold of it. The absorption is passive, but to bring it back out, I need to actually force it out." It was at this point that I noticed Midoriya writing in his notebook.

"So, do you have a limit?" Jirou asked, "Or can you absorb any amount of energy?"

"Technically speaking, I don't have a limit as far as I know, but there is a threshold. If I go beyond that threshold, the energy starts to eat away at my body, and that degradation gets faster the more energy I collect. Right now, my threshold is at about enough power to cave in a large building." Midoriya was furiously scribbling this down. He already told me about his note-taking habits, but this was the first time I had seen it first-hand. "You getting all this down, Midoriya?" I asked jokingly, "You'll need this information for the test this Tuesday."

This snapped the freckled boy out of his stupor. "Oh, sorry about that, it's just that this is the first time you've actually gone into detail on the mechanics of your quirk, and I do this as a force of habit now, don't worry, I don't plan on showing this to anyone without your consent and-"

"Calm it down, green bean, I don't mind. And don't worry about showing it off either. I like the idea of my potential rivals to know exactly what they'll be getting into." I said with a smile on my face. Honestly, I couldn't help but agree with that face he made whenever he gets sad. Kid looks like a kicked puppy. "Besides, it's good that you have a skill like that if you wanna be a hero."

Midoriya lost the kicked puppy look for a small smile. "Thanks." He said, and I could tell he was holding back tears.

"Now, how about we go celebrate. Sushi on me!" I yelled, getting up.

"And why are you paying?" Jirou asked.

"It's only polite that the oldest person pays, right? Besides, I knew I'd get in without a doubt. You guys didn't look too confident in your chances." I said I smile on my face.

Kyoka P.O.V.

After we ate at the place that Futeki-san brought us to, Midoriya-san said he had to go home to help his mom with something, and Uraraka-san went to go and do some laundry. This left Futeki-san and I alone, which made me kind of nervous for some reason. I chalked it up to this being the first time I'd gone somewhere alone with a boy who wasn't my dad.

Despite my nervousness, Futeki-san didn't seem to be all that phased to my happiness. It would have made my nerves even worse if I knew that he was nervous about this.

Yuki P.O.V.

HOLY SHIT I'M ALONE WITH JIROU, I DIDN'T PLAN FOR THIS AT ALL! DAMN YOU MIDORIYA AND URARAKA!

Kyoka P.O.V.

Fortunately, Futeki-san seems to know the place and suggested that we go and check out a nearby arcade. As we got there, we noticed that the place wasn't too filled up, much to my relief. Futeki-san seemed to notice a sigh that I didn't notice I had let out and looked at me with a questioning look in his eye. "Sorry, not a fan of crowds," I said, hoping he wouldn't think I'm weird, I explained, "I get a bit claustrophobic."

To my surprise, he nodded understandingly. "I getcha, never was a big fan of being shoulder to shoulder with other people either," He said, "usually led to a fight in my school."

"Where did you even go to school to learn how to fight so well?" I asked.

"Endo Junior High," he answered, "They didn't teach us to fight at school, but there were a lot of not-so-savory types going to Endo High." He looked up, seemingly getting a bit nostalgic. "You either learned how to fight, or you stood under the banner of someone who did."

"So~," I held out the word, mockingly, "you were a delinquent, then?"

"I prefer the word ruffian, personally."

"I gotta say, Futeki-san, you're pretty good. Not many can turn my mocking away with such ease." I said, jokingly.

He snickered at this. "Well, it's pretty easy once you get a read on the person doing the mocking. Everytime you say something like that, I just think about how short you are, and I calm down."

To that, I could feel my face heating up a bit. "W-what do you mean by that? Not everyone can be a six-foot giant, you know!"

He kept that damn smirk of his up. "Well, yeah, but it's still funny, short stuff. What are you, anyway, five feet tall?"

I started playing with one of my jacks, muttering, "Five feet one inch."

"What was that?"

Getting angry at his teasing, I poked him in the side with the jack I wasn't playing with. "I said five feet one inch, you jackass!"

"Ah, ok, ok, I'll stop!" He yelled.

A little ways away from us, I heard someone say, "Awe. They look cute together," which was quickly followed by another person saying, "Think they're dating?" This was responded to with, "Oh, definitely."

Either fortunately or not, Futeki-san seemed to not hear them. "Ah, sorry about teasing you so much, Jirou-san. Just thought that you're blushing face looked kinda cute, and couldn't help myself." This did nothing to stem the embarrassment that swelled both internally and out. "Yeah, that's the one I was talking about."

Trying to keep my anger and embarrassment both down, I nodded. "Well, just know when to stop next time, you doofus."

"I'll try, I'll try. So, what do you want to play first?" the tall boy said, leading me into the arcade.

Yuki P.O.V.

Leaving the arcade, I checked my phone for the time. "It's nearly four, so we should both go home right about now. Here, I'll walk you there-"

Before I could finish, a car was thrown and landed a little ways away from us, exploding as it landed, and sending both of us flying backward. Using some stored energy, I pushed myself into Jirou's path, catching her before she could land and flipping to my feet. "What the hell was that?!" She yelled as I put her down.

"Nothing good…" I said as the presumed car thrower entered into view. He was about twice the size of an average man and had all the physical characteristics of a rhinoceros. Looking around, I couldn't see any heroes in view, and the closest agency wasn't for another ten kilometers. "No heroes around either. Probably busy with something else. Stay back and get some help. This guy's dangerous."

"RAAAAAAAAAA! NOW, THIS IS WHAT I WAS WANTING!" The villain bellowed, flexing to itself in a glass window. It seemed to notice a young kid moving towards us and started towards him. Picking up a rock, I threw it while amplifying the force of my arm. "THIS TRIGGER STUFF IS PRETTY GOOD, BUT YOU LOOK GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT- UGH!"

The monstrous villain turned to me, and I yelled, "Hey, big guy. How about you stop throwing shit and come in peacefully. I don't want to hurt you." Fortunately, this drew his attention from Jirou and the kid. "Get him out of here and see if you can't find a hero," I whispered to her, and she grabbed the kid and ran back.

"YOU? HURT ME?" the rhino-villain bellowed. This guy's base volume seemed to be at yelling. "DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, KID. I'VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF YOU!"

"Oh don't worry, I talk a lot. You'll be hearing a lot of me." I said, taking a wide stance. "C'mon, if you want a fight, I'll give you one."

"A FIGHT! WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO, KID? DON'T WORRY, I WON'T LEAVE MUCH OF A MESS!" The villain licked his lips at that. Oh goody, a cannibal. Suddenly, the villain charged towards me horn ready to gore me through.

Using a bit of energy to kick off the ground, high enough to jump over the rhino-man, I flipped around and grabbed his smaller horn with both hands. Landing my feet on the villain's back, I pulled up, effectively flipping the villain over and throwing him into the ground. "Sorry, big guy, but I'm not gonna be that easy. I'll make you work for it!"

Rolling around, the villain jumped up with way more speed than that body should allow. "EVEN BETTER, YOUNG'N. I LOVE A MEAL THAT FIGHTS BACK!" the villain yelled as he punched at me, but I managed a good block with my forearm. The energy from that blow was easily about a third of my limit. Fuck, this is gonna be a toughie.

Sliding on my feet a few feet away, I gave him no pause to capitalize on. Reeling back, I punched with a little under the amount of energy I was given. "Take this fatso!" I yelled, landing the strike right into the stomach of the villain, sending the rhino-man a few feet back.

He didn't look too pleased with what I can dish out, unfortunately, and swung its horn around like a hammer, throwing me a good few feet in the air, and landing me in a building. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY WEIGHT, IT'S A GLANDULAR PROBLEM YOU FUCK!" the villain yelled, stomping towards me with a snarl.

Before I could retort, the beastly man grabbed me by the leg and threw me towards a nearby bus. Picking myself up and shaking some rubble off, I noticed that I was about full up with energy. "Ok, ok, got it, don't draw attention to your fat ass. Understood, Butterball." This drew a roar from the villain, and he charged me again, but I noticed that this time he was slower. Dodging to the left, I punched the villain in the cheek with about 40% power, sending the villain a good couple of feet away. "What's wrong, Captain Heavy-Set? Running low on stamina? See, that's what happens when you subsist entirely off of beef bowls."

"SHUT UP!" The villain yelled, standing up and staring me down. This time, the guy charged at me with renewed vigor, nearly, getting me with the horn. Unfortunately, while I dodged the horn, his outstretched arm still caught me in a tackle, sending me flying into the car that he originally threw as he ran back to get enough space for another charge.

Legs are too shaky, I can't dodge this one. That last hit put me to a little under 100%, but I don't know if I'll even be fast enough to counter without getting skewered. I need something to hit him away with. The villain started charging, and I remembered. Car, right behind me. So, right before the horn came in contact with my stomach, I swung the car around, bashing the villain away and into the bus from earlier. Only had to use 10% for that, perfect.

Glaring to the villain, I could see the look in its eyes as it seemed to have seen a monster. "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL STANDING. A NORMAL PERSON SHOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO STAND!"

Smirking, I kept my glare strong, at least strong enough to give the impression that I could still fight at 100%. Truth is, I can barely move. "Simple, big guy. I'm the next generation. And I'll be damned if I let you keep breaking my favorite stores!" I yelled, pointing my fist at him. "So, if you've got a problem with that. Then come and get some!"

With a mighty roar, the villain jumped up, and charged towards me at max speed, as I readied a punch, putting as much energy as I can behind it. The villain bellowed, "DIE, KID!"

As it charged, I let out a yell of my own. "Kinetic… Jackhammer!" I yelled, punching with all my might as I used some excess energy to slide myself to the side of the villain, punching him in the cheek with enough force to bring down an apartment building. This sent the villain directly into the building where the fight began.

As the dust fell, I made sure to check him. I could see his breaths from here, but the look in his eyes told me all I needed. I actually fucking did it. It was at this point that I heard someone familiar yell out, "Futeki-san!"

Looking in the direction of the yell, I saw Jirou, along with the Pro hero Ingenium. They started to make their way towards me and the hole I made with rhino guy. Ingenium spoke first, saying, I'm guessing that you're Yusha-san? What happened."

"Big rhino asshole. Started throwing stuff, was about to kill a kid. Told Jirou-san, to take the kid away while I did what I could to distract the villain." I said, kinda losing track of most of the words I meant to say.

"So, you fought the villain off by yourself? Why didn't you wait for a hero?" Ingenium asked.

Falling down a bit, I landed on my ass. "No heroes in sight, the guy was fast for how he looked, too fast for me to get away from without leading him to more people." At the Turbo hero's nod, I continued. "I know this street, and I knew that these guys are pretty familiar with villain attacks. They have their evacuation system down pact. The second the car started flying, they were already out of the way."

The Turbo hero let out a sigh, saying, "Listen, you're just lucky that all of this was over before the news reporters showed up, or you'd be in a lot more trouble than you are now. Judging your age, you're only just starting high school, right." I nodded dumbly. "That means that you broke the law by fighting that villain. But, you also saved more lives than if you hadn't fought, so here's what we can do. You get off scot-free, but only if people think that I took down the villain, alright?"

"Wait, you'd do that?" Jirou asked, surprised.

"Who am I to punish heroism?" Ingenium asked, jokingly. "Now, go on, both of you, and get some medical help."

"Thank you, Ingenium," I said, pulling myself up with a busted rail from the sidewalk. Jirou put one of my arms around her shoulder and tried to help me stay up.

"Hey, doofus, don't get so injured next time, okay? It's really hard keeping you upright." She said.

Smirking, despite myself, I asked, "Is it because you're so short?"

Smirking herself, she said, "I will drop you."

Kyoka P.O.V.

After dropping the idiot off at the field medic's tent, I waited around to make sure Yusha-san would be okay. As I did so, I texted my parents, telling them what happened, and letting them know I'd be okay. My mom was understanding but I could tell that dad was throwing a hissy fit, even without hearing his voice.

"Hey, short stuff."

Spinning around, I was met with Futeki-san, who was now walking upright without aid. "Hey, doofus. You good to walk?"

"Probably not, but I didn't feel like lugging around a crutch. C'mon, I still need to take you home." He said, smiling.

"If anything, I should be taking you home, shouldn't I?" I said, smirking.

He chuckled a bit at that, saying, "Please, even injured I'm dangerous enough to take down the average mugger, now c'mon, let's go before the painkillers wear off."

Fortunately, I was able to get him to leave me alone at the train station. Seriously, Futeki-san has to be one of the most stubborn people I've met in a while. Entering the house, I was tackled and lifted into a hug by dad, which mom later joined in. After calming them down, I went back to my room and texted Yusha-san.

Jirou: "I'm home, you can stop worrying about me."

Futeki: "I'm just saying, we already had one tubby rhino throw a car at us today.

Futeki: "Who's to say his skinny antelope friend won't attack next."

Jirou: "Shut up and go to sleep."

Futeki: "Yeah yeah, see you next week, Jackie."

Jirou: "The hell is that?"

Futeki: "A nickname."

Futeki: "You call me 'Doofus', it's only fair I get to call you something fun."

Jirou: "Night, Doofus."

Futeki: "Night, Jackie."

The pet names begin. Decided to leave the decision on what to do with class 1A until next week, and do some filler instead. Once again, please leave a review, I take both constructive and deconstructive criticism, so do whatever. If you're wondering, the Rhino villain isn't from MHA, I actually got the idea from One Punch Man's more recent manga chapters, though I will say that this villain was nowhere near as strong as the guy from OPM. If I had to say, this Rhino guy would be about as strong as your average B-Class hero in One Punch Man, if you want a reference, which I would judge to be about the same level as the average first-year UA student.

Make sure to write a review and tell me how you felt about this. I take both constructive and deconstructive criticism, so bring it on.

"You take both constructive and deconstructive criticism? Brave man. So what are we doing today, bossman?"

You know everything that I do, and you even told everyone what we'd be doing in this chapter, why are you asking me?

"Formalities. Anyway, today, we'll be talking about our intrepid hero, Yuki Futeki!" As he yelled this, confetti fell from the ceiling, but no one else appeared. "O-oi, that's your cue, Teneani."

Sorry, just wanted you to look dumb for a minute. Raising my hand, I snapped my fingers. A bright light appears in front of us both, and then disappears, being replaced by Yuki himself, who is currently sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, a bowl of cereal in his hands and a spoon in his mouth. Yuki is currently shirtless, and only wearing a pair of black sweatpants.

Calmly, Yuki takes the spoon out of his mouth, though it is obvious that he is actually incredibly confused and slightly frightened at being in this barren studio. Setting the bowl on the ground, Yuki stands up and turns around, facing us both. "Okay, I'll bite, where the fuck am I?"

"Welcome to Informative Omake, Yuki, and thank you for not trying to attack one of us, I really don't feel like breaking the protagonist's arm."

Basically, I'm Teneani, that's Koete, you're Yuki, and this is all a dream.

"The fuck kinda name is 'Teneani', and why do you look like a movie character from like 350 years ago."

That's for a different occasion, and in my world, this style was popular only ten years ago.

"Also, why am I here? And where is 'here' exactly?"

"Well, that's pretty simple, you see, the entire world you know and love is actually just an alternate universe to a different alternate universe to the prime universe that Teneani lives in. This place here is called The Studio and is purely a construct of Teneani's psyche. Today, we'll be talking about who you are, what you can do, and other small facts about you."

"Okay, but why?"

Because I felt like it, now talk, tiger, or you go into the cat costume.

"Cat costume?"

With a snap of my fingers, Yuki is enveloped in a bright light. As the light dissipates, Yuki is now wearing a pair of cat ears on his head. "The fuck?"

Talk.

"Fine, fine, uhh, my name is Yuki Futeki. I was born on April 24th, and I'm 15 years old. I am 178 cm tall, 104 kg, and my quirk is called Kinetic Conversion." Yuki spoke in a slightly worried tone, fearful of what may happen should he disobey.

"For those of you who know your Japanese or are at least semi-competent with Google Translate, Futeki (不敵) is formed from the characters fu (不), which translates to "not", and teki (敵), which translates to "enemy", meaning that Futeki's are "not your enemies", while also directly translating to "fearless", "intrepid", and "daring"."

And Yuki (悠気) more or less just sounded like it went well with Futeki. Thus, Yuki Futeki.

"I'm also very proficient with martial arts, and train at the Sento Dojo, being at the second highest rank that they provide, being a Ninth Start, with the only one above me being the master of the dojo, who is also-"

Someone who we'll talk about at a later date. In the meantime, you go home, but before that, snapping my fingers, Yuki disappeared. Now, his memories of this should be completely destroyed. He'll wake up tomorrow morning with no idea about what happened tonight.

"What about the cat ears?"

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... Shit

"Where's my cereal?" Yuki said, and then suddenly noticed an odd amount of extra weight on his head. Reaching up, he felt for whatever it was, feeling an oddly soft, furry object. "The hell is... cat... ears..?" Inspecting the odd feline accessory, Yuki noticed a tag. "The fuck's a Teneani?"