Chapter 6: The Ball Starts Rolling
Edited by Tabi
I was bored, really, really bored. After training we returned to class, and it was kind of a whole fat load of meh. Cementoss kept glaring at me at random intervals during his class, so I had that on my mind for a bit. But after that all we did was review our battles with Aizawa for the rest of the day. And it was just boring. After the final bell rang, a majority of the class decided to stay behind to wait for Midoriya to return. I decided to wait as well, texting my mom that I would be a bit late.
Still I was bored and reading on my phone could only entertain me for so long. Not because I got bored of reading, that's an impossibility. But rather because Bakugou decided the slam the door when he left the classroom, causing me to pipe up on accident.
"That boy ain't right." I said, imitating a certain propane enthusiast.
"He's got some anger issues all right." I heard Yaoyorozu agree from her seat.
Stupid brain stop memeing without my consent. Anyways, as most of the class formed into groups to chat, I went back to reading on my phone. I had some time to kill and I wanted to read goddammit. Luckily (or unfortunately for my reading time) we didn't have to wait long for Midoriya to show up. Not even two minutes had passed before the green machine returned from the ER, causing most of the class to rush up to the door to great him. I tucked my phone away and moved to join the group when I noticed that Tokoyami was studying me.
My bird headed classmate was looking me over with a serious glare, analyzing me the best he could, while trying not to draw any attention to himself. Luckily, due to the fact I don't have a pupil he didn't notice that I noticed him taking mental notes about me. I decided to ignore him for now, he probably just noticed that Dark Shadow and I look sorta similar, and was just questioning how such a thing happened. I got to the group just as Mineta introduced himself.
I waved a hand to grab the green haired teen's attention "Yo, Midoriya, I'm Kayama if you didn't know already. It was a good fight, but you need more control of your quirk if you wanna actually be able to help others. Hit me up if you need any help, control is something I've had a lot of practice with." I offered the one for all user, getting only an awkward nod of affirmation in return.
I gave a mental sigh of relief, I did not want to do that, not at all. That was really out of character for me. But I figured that if I at least put it on the table, Midoriya might accept my help. The faster I could get him to Full Cowl the better. Hopefully he'll only ask me after the USJ incident, as I had no idea how Mineta, Asui and everybody's favorite green haired protagonist would get off the boat there.
As I left my thoughts I noticed that Kaminari and Uraraka returned for wherever they went. When did they even leave? Dammit me! I need to stop reading so often in class, but it's so much fun- NO! IT'S TIME TO STOP! ...Ok, maybe not stop completely, but less. Definitely less reading. Dammit I love all the stories just waiting for me to gobble them all up though. Oh, and there goes Midoriya running off to find the explosive dick weasel.
Most of the class stepped out of the room and went to the windows to watch what was going down, I decided to join the group, why? Because Subconscious Peer Pressure. As some of my classmates began to whisper, I tuned out most of them out. Every spare second of time I had was spent strategizing on how to turn the USJ incident in the hero's favor, specifically make sure Aizawa doesn't go cosplaying as a mummy for a month.
"Hi Marc, when I got your text I decided to come and see what was holding you up! ~" My mother yelled joyfully form down the hall.
As I turned to face my mother, one of my eyes began to twitch. Not because she decided to show up, no, I expected that. What really ticked me off is what she was wearing. That damn costume. I hated that thing, for the sole reason that it gave perverts everywhere a chance to …uuugh… fap at my near naked mother. I quickly formed a ball in my hand and whipped it at her as fast as I could, only for her to casually catch it before throwing back as me. As the ball of sludge was reabsorbed into me via my 'forehead' I began to roar in anger at my adoptive parent.
"WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT, YOU ARE NOT AN EXHIBITIONIST! I KNOW FOR A FACT IT TAKES YOU LESS THAN A MINUTE THAT GET OUT OF THAT THING AND YOU'VE HAD FIVE!" That's when I noticed Mintea drooling at my mom. "Stare at her any longer and I will knit your entrails into a sweater!" I whisper-yelled at the mini perv, causing him and several other of my classmates to pale in fear, before quickly looking off to the side.
My mom finally reached the group, an annoyingly happy smile on her face. "Something important came up and I have to do some hero work as soon as I drop you off at home, I figured not changing would be easier. Why do you hate my costume so much?"
"You know why!"
"I don't mind the stares you know."
"I DO!"
My mom gave a small huff of indifference. "Like your costume is any better."
An eye began twitching again. "ONE, any form for normal clothing would inhibit my ability to use my quirk! TWO, I am a purple sludge man, there is nothing sexual about me!"
An evil smirk graced my torturers face. "You'd be surprised how many girls are into that type of stuff."
I immediately slammed my hands on my head, specify where my ears would be. "LALALALALA I'M NOT LISTENING!" And with that out of the way I began marching away from my classmates. A majority of them sporting massive blushes on their faces, with a select few doing their best to stifle their laughter.
"Well that was fun." I heard my mom comment from behind me. "Anyways it was nice meeting my son's classmates, hope you all have a wonderful time here at U.A. ~"
As I made my way down the stairs, the clicking sound of someone expertly running in heels began to grow louder. When my mom finally caught up to me, we began to walk in silence. And it stayed that way, until we got into the car.
"You know there were some really pretty girls in you class. ~" my mother said with a playful grin. "Have you taken an interest in any of them? ~"
"I reiterate, I am a purple sludge man. No amount of affirmative action will get me a girlfriend."
"And I reiterate, there are a lot of girls that are into that sort of thing."
I groaned before slamming my head into the car's dashboard. But even if it was annoying, having someone who would willingly argue with me till the cows ran away from our obnoxious screaming and then some, was awesome.
The next day of school had arrived and I was making my way down the sidewalk to U.A.'s gate. My mother was walking beside me, wearing that infuriating thing. She decided to take me to school today for a reason that was never explained to me as she blocked the door, refusing to me leave unattended. We were currently idly chatting about random things when we reached the gate, and noticed the horde. The massive ball of reporters eagerly shoving their mics forwards asking question after question to any students that walked by. I caught of glimpse of Bakugou walking into the school, but I only saw him for a moment though before Aizawa stepped forwards.
My homeroom teacher gained a nearly visible shroud of annoyance as he monotonically addressed the ravenous reporters. The shroud of frustration was so strong I could faintly hear whispers of the repressed words that Aizawa was holding back. My mother and I began to make our way around the crowd of multimedia, we only managed to get a few steps around it before a reporter noticed my mom and asked her about All Might. My mother however, stoically ignored them, and every other reporter that asked her about the Number Ones new teaching position. It was kinda odd as Nemuri was never one to shy away from the limelight, but today it was obvious that she wanted nothing to do with it.
We had almost past the horde when I heard it.
"He looks like the Monstrosity."
It was faint enough that I only just noticed it, but loud enough that everyone in the vicinity heard it. The reporters paused for a second before moving to ask a new series of questions but were quickly shut down by a fierce glare form Aizawa and more importantly, an absolutely ferocious glare from Midnight that caused a majority of the media men and women to quail in quiet terror.
I continued my way to class my mood now immediately sullied for what was most likely going to be a few hours. I knew I shouldn't be all that depressed about the Monstrosity's actions, after all, I had absolutely nothing to do with them. But I'd like to see you be all happy-go-lucky after being seriously compared to a mass murderer you're unfortunately tied to.
When I finally managed to trudge my way to class, I softly opened the door and shuffled my way to my seat. Most of my classmates noticed my downtrodden mood, but none of them said anything to me. As most of them noticed that I wanted to be left alone for the moment. I sat down, rested my head on my arms, and stayed in silence as my head was filled with thoughts that were not my own.
'I wonder how long it will take them to figure it out. I wonder how long it will take for your 'friends' to abandon you. It won't take long for them to be disgusted by your mere presence like every other person you've ever met. It's only a matter of time till you're a friendless loser, but it's not like that's anything new to you.'
'Nemuri loves me.' I shot back unenthusiastically
The voice laughed scornfully, 'Oh please. She doesn't love you. She pities you. You're nothing but a pity project to make her feel better about herself, and when you can't do that she'll toss you aside. The only people who ever loved you don't even exist here, and even then, you've been gone for so long they've probably forgotten you and moved on with their lives. You. Have. No-'
"Hey Kayama, you ok?" asked Kirishima, who had turned around in his seat to face me.
I looked up to see my friend with a concerned look on his face, looking to my left I saw that Uraraka, while a lot more reserved had a similar expression. I sighed and considered brushing them aside for a moment.
"To be honest, no. Buts it's nothing I can't deal with on my own so don't worry about it too much." I said in a melancholy tone.
Kirishima hesitated for a moment before giving me a nod and turning away. I returned to my thoughts a bit more smug than before.
'So, I have no one, huh?'
'...This proves nothing.'
I now sat in silence in a significant better mood then beforehand. Huzzah for emotional support from friends. It didn't take long for Aizawa to enter the room and address the class. As he did so I once again tuned things out and returned to my thoughts. No one but me knows about the USJ attack, and I can't tell anyone one that I know as it will put me at suspicion. I didn't know for sure but I faintly remember seeing something about a traitor in U.A. I didn't look into it as I didn't want to spoil anything for myself, but in hindsight I probably should have.
I stealthy pulled out my phone with a small trail of sludge and drawed it into my body, I carefully moved it to the top part of my chest before making a small air pocket and turning it on. I unlocked it, went to my memos and picked the first option. I needed to review what I knew.
K.L.
It stood for knowledge limit.
1. I know everything up to the season 2 finale.
2. I know about the summer camp
3. At some point Midoriya fights a weird muscle dude, but I don't know when it happens
4. I know about the little girl with the horn but I don't remember how she relates to the rest of the arc that I don't know anything about
5. I know about the intangible guy loses his quirk and how he beats almost all of the 1-A students in an instant
6. I Know about Bakugou being kidnaped, but don't know when
7. All Might fights All For One, don't know when it happens either
8. I Know about Midiroya's and Bakugou's second fight at dorms. Once again, no idea when
This was all I knew, and it wasn't a lot in the long run. Anything after season two I only knew due to snippets I read off the wiki and some 'animated' clips of the manga I saw on YouTube. And even then with how many butterflies I created from merely existing could derail a lot of my future knowledge. I needed to be prepared for anything and luckily enough I got a quirk that would allow me to do just that, to an extent anyways. Before I could continue with my thoughts however I was brought back to reality by a loud chorus of yells.
I immediately began to look around the room, trying to sort the assorted shouts of my classmates. It took a second for me to figure it out. It was time to pick the class representative. Joy. As almost everyone tried to rally other students behind them, I sunk into my chair, trying to avoid attention. I had no aspirations of being the class representative. Why one may ask? Because while I may be able to lead in the short team, a long term leadership role was not something I desired; I'd rather be a follower until it was necessary for me not to be.
It didn't take long after Iida announced his Idea on how we should vote the representative that I had to cast a vote of my own. And like almost anyone else from my earth would do armed with the limited knowledge that I have, I voted for Iida. It was kinda the obvious choice after all. As he one of the few in this class that would not abuse the position for personal gain. Sadly like in the anime Iida didn't win and Midoriya got the position with Yaoyorozu as the next in line of he wasn't present. However unlike the anime, Iida had a shocked look of joy on his face when he saw that someone had actually voted for him.
And with the class rep decided, we moved back on to the learning part of school. And after two hours with Aizawa and another hour of math, it was time for lunch. I made my way to the cafeteria and managed to get some food in about ten minutes. However despite wanting to sit down and enjoy the delicious meal that Lunch Rush made, I desperately needed to distract myself with something other than food. So I opened my mouth comically wide before dumping all the food on my tray into my mouth, directly in front of the Cook Hero. Causing him to freak out. As I swallowed all my food, I looked Lunch Rush directly in the eyes (or at least were they should be, can't tell with that massive hat he has over his face).
"Thanks," I said in a bland tone, like I had not just done something completely absurd and an affront to all respectable chefs everywhere, "it was delicious." I said with a thumbs up.
I left my tray at a drop off station as Lunch Rush regained his composure and began to serve other students. I began to make my way to the exit when I heard a conversation ahead of me.
"Those are the reasons I voted for you at least." Iida said to Midoriya, trying to reassure him of his new position.
"You were one of the three?" the one for all user questioned Iida in shock.
"You didn't vote for yourself Iida, you wanted to be the class rep though, right?" asked Uraraka.
"Wanting a job and being suited for it are quite different things, though I do have to wonder who voted for me?"
"Yo." I said as I walked past the group before forming a small eye in the back of my head.
Iida blinked for a moment, "Kayama don't you know it's quite rude… to..." he trailed off as a look of shocked realization took over his face.
"Kayama, wait, I." Iida trampled over his words trying to grab my attention but I was already past the cafe door with a massive smirk on my face.
As I started my journey to find a place to sit I pulled out my 3DS that had stored on my body earlier today and booted up Pokémon Ultra Sun. After all what better way to improve your mood then play a game that makes you take an assortment of magnificent creatures, stuff them in small cages and force them the battles each other in brutal gladiatorial matches.
When I finally found a bench I briefly noticed that there was another person occupying it. But luckily enough for me they were on the other side of it, making it so when I sat down on the other side there was a good four feet between us. I quickly hopped online and began to look for battles, after all in a school full of teens there was bound to be at least one other kid playing the game. And I was right, after a few seconds I found someone who was also looking for a fight. I didn't bother reading the other players name before hopping into battle, it was time to kick some ass. And once again I was proven correct, ass was kicked in that battle, but it was my ass! My enemy toyed with me, ruthlessly destroying my team one by one with barely any effort. In the end I was only able to K.O two of his Pokémon. I sighed in disappointment, staring at my 3DS as the last of my last Pokémon's HP disappeared. But as I sighed, I heard a small whoop of joy to my left.
Looking over at the other occupant of the benh I saw light lavender hair, droopy tired eyes, and a lazy grin, it was the mind control kid! ...now if only I could remember his name. I looked back down at my screen to see the name of my opponent, Shinso. Oh, yeah! That's his name, Shinso.
…Wait a fucking second.
I stretched out my neck to look over the brainwashers shoulder to see that in fact, the Shinso that kicked my ass in the game and the one in real life were one and the same. However it seemed I was looking a little too hard, as my shadow covered Shinso a second later causing to look up. We started at each other for a few miniscule moments before he looked to where my body was and caught a glimpse of my 3DS. I quickly reeled my head in before shutting the device and looking away in embarrassment. I stayed that way for a few moments before looking back over at the lavender hair boy to speak.
And then the alarm bell rang. OH FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT THAT! DAMN YOU SUDDEN DEPRESSION!
"Warning, level three security breach. All students please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion." a female voice said over the school speakers before repeating.
And with that the halls were flooded with students desperately trying to claw their way past other students in order to reach an exit. I was pushed and shoved around for a few seconds before I sent a small line of sludge towards the ceiling. As soon as it latched on to the roof I pulled myself out of the sea of stressed and scrambling students, and began to search for a head of lavender hair. But sadly I could not find Shinso. Farewell you tired brainwasher, I will eagerly await your arrival at my classroom to insult us.
Lucky I didn't have to wait long for the swarm to calm the fuck down as I heard Iidas voice echo through the halls. I sighed in relief as his words helped calm the raging crowd of students, before descending back into the crowd. Well that was a... thing.
A few dozen minutes later I was now sitting back in class with the rest of my peers, the chaos of lunch had passed and it was now time to pick class officers, and just like in the anime Midoriya handed off the position of class rep to Iida. However this wasn't and anime and the day didn't end there. So we started picking class officers, at least we would have had the class not once again erupt into a cacophony again. Almost everyone had immediately jumped out of their seats arguing and yelling about why they should get position A, why someone else shouldn't get that position over them and what they would do in said position.
Needless to say it was loud and more importantly annoying, I had to deal with yelling crowds four times today now. And I was sick off all the fucking NOISE!
"SHUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUUUUP!" I yelled over everyone else, causing the class to return to silence.
"ARE ALL OF YOU THREE YEAR OLDS WITH TEASPOON SIZED BRAINS, SCREAMING AND CRYING YOUR BUTTS OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A STORE BECAUSE YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T BUY WHAT YOU WANTED?! NO! ALL YOU'RE PROVING BY SCREAMING LIKE A BUNCH OF LOONS IS WHY IIDA SHOULDN'T PICK YOU, SO STOP IT YOU BRAINLESS INGRATES!" I roared with British accent.
"What's with the voice?" Uraraka asked me with a frown.
"I TURN BRITISH WHEN I'M UPSET!" I yelled once more before sitting back down with my arms crossed in anger.
The entire class was silent for a moment before Iida coughed into his hand returning the attention of everyone back to him.
"Thank you Kayama, while I don't exactly approve of how you addressed the class. Your words aren't untrue. With that being said, considering how active and loud our class has been over the last few days, I would like to assign the position of peace officer to you Kayama."
A look of horror crossed my face as the title echoed through my head. 'Peace officer.' Those two words summed up everything I would have to do every day for the next year almost too perfectly.
"DENIED."
"But you're so good at it!" No, not you too Midoriya!
And then Kirishima had to put in his two cents, the bastard. "All hail Peace Officer Kayama!"
Suddenly everyone else picked up the cheer. What is this even… my life…? I don't...?
My head dropped to my desk.
Dammit. I'll never get any reading done at this rate.
Tomorrow had arrived, but it was now today, or should I say it was the day. The day of the USJ. Shit was going to go down and I needed to mentally prepare myself while simultaneously not acting weird and jumpy to attract attention to me. How did I know it was the day? Well, when Aizawa walked into class announced that we were going off campus today, it was pretty obvious. So let's list what exactly I need to do.
1. Not act like a paranoid idiot
2. Try not to die or be captured
3. Act shocked when the villains show up
4. Try not to let anyone else die or be captured
5. Fight off villains
6. Try not to die or be captured
7. Make sure Aizawa doesn't end up in a full body cast
8. Deal with any butterflies I've made
So needless to say I was going to lose my damn mind trying to do all this. Still I had to at least try to make sure to get all of it done. Because if I can't do at least half of that list, I didn't deserve to be called a hero.
"Sir, what kind of training is this?" Sero asked our tired teacher over the voices of my whispering classmates.
Aizawa then pulled out a card like All Might did the other day, only this time it had the word 'rescue' on it.
"Rescue. You'll be dealing with natural disasters, shipwrecks, stuff like that." Aizawa announced, causing the class to return to muttering conversations
"Guys, I'm not finished yet." The Erasure Hero spoke over my classmates, before I tuned him out once more.
I had to do some breathing exercises to calm myself, as more and more time passed, more horrific thoughts of what would happen to my peers and teachers began to flood my mind. The USJ incident was already a shit show in the show, and with butterflies thrown into the mix it was bound to be a complete disaster a thousand times worse than before.
"Kayama you coming?" Kirishima interrupted my thoughts as he walked towards the door with his costume case in hand.
I blinked before shaking my head to clear my thoughts. I really need to stop worrying so much and just let what happens and deal with what I can at the moment.
"Give me a second." I said before changing into my hero costume the same way I did during the battle training. Except this time I left my school uniform neatly folded on my desk.
"That is so weird." My crimson haired companion muttered with a scrunched face.
"Thanks." I said with a snarky grin before following him out of the class.
'They're all going to die.'
Silence you metaphysical pain in the ass!
We were now on the bus and were making our way to the USJ. As Iida moped for a few seconds and my classmates began to chat and poke the rabid bear that was Bakugou, I sat in sweet comfortable silence. Mentally preparing myself for what I would do depending on where I ended up, if I even ending up getting teleported anywhere at all. The universe decided to have mercy on me for once as I was finally left alone with my thoughts throughout the entire ride there.
When finally made it to the USJ we were immediately greeted by Thirteen outside of the giant dome.
"I can't wait to show you what's inside." The space hero told everyone eagerly.
"This is going to be awesome!" A majority of my classmates exclaimed.
I had to stop myself form sighing at their words, this was not going to be awesome. We strolled into the dome, with me doing my best to mimic the relaxed postures of my classmates. Everyone gasped in amazement when we saw the inside, even my anxiety wasn't enough to stop me from gawking. The anime really doesn't do it justice when compared to the real life. The sheer scope of the place was amazing. I just couldn't help but gawk in awe as the thought of how much time and effort that went into making this place entered my mind. Thirteen then began to point out the many locations that we would be training at.
"I created this training facility to prepare you to deal with different types of disasters!" Thirteen explained with open arms. "I call it the unforeseen simulation joint, but you can call it USJ!"
After they were done explaining Aizawa went up to the walking spacesuit to talk about the absence of All Might. That only took a moment though before Thirteen addressed the class again.
"Excellent, before we get begin, let me just say one thing. Well maybe two things. Possibly three, four, or five." they said, annoying my classmates.
Then the living vacuum cleaner began to explain what their quirk could do, the dangers of using it, and the damage we ourselves could cause to others by using our quirks recklessly.
"Today, you're going to learn how to use your quirks to save people's lives. You won't be using your quirks to attack enemies or each other, only to help. After all, that's what being a hero is all about. Insuring the safety of others." thirteen said, their smile unseen but clearly heard in their voice.
I would have continued to pay attention to my teacher and my classmates if I didn't see the beginnings of a swirling hark haze being to form all the way down near the fountain, as a short burst of electricity took out the lights of the dome. I tensed myself, as the haze began to grow bigger and bigger, and more and more villains began to walk out of the purple mist. I clenched my fists and prepared for battle. The time had finally come.
The attack on the USJ had begun.
EDIT: RINO: Ok! I read though it and fixed all the errors I could find while changing some things up. I deeply apologize to anyone who had to deal with reading the horrifying mess this was before.