"Breaking new," announced a news anchor, "shock and terror has struck the sports festival at the U.A Academy as an unknown group of vicious terrorist has stormed the festival filled with innocent students, school officials, and spectators. They seemingly appeared from thin air when they attacked, armed with fully automatic weapons, grenades, knives, a rocket launcher, and even a stolen truck that the group packed with explosives. The stolen vehicle was driven right into the arena before (unfortunately) being successfully detonated. No one has claimed responsibility for the attack since then, and so far it has caused a few or so more dozens deaths and many more wounded, most of them police officers who died on the line of duty. This attack will be the most deadliest and horrifying incident on Japanese soil for decades to come. Police don't have any leads at this moment, but they believe they might know what the group was aiming to accomplish," the news anchor finished.
It was a familiar feeling, his head was killing him, his whole body aching, bones making loud popping sounds when he moved, cracking his eyes open Delta found himself on a hospital bed, "deja vu," Delta spoke out rubbing his head. He turned a corner and there he saw Snipe sitting in a chair sleeping, "Jesus fucking Christ, WAKE UP!" he yelled out and threw a bunch a popsicle stick at him, "I'm up! I'm up! huh? hey you're awake," Snipes said surprised to see him up, "yeah, I'm awake, how long have I been out?" Delta asked, "actually you've been a sleep for a only a couple of days, doctors though you were gonna be in a coma for weeks," Snipe explain.
"Sweet, now get off your ass, and go get the doctor," Delta asked throwing his pillow at him.
Hours after being notified of Delta waking everyone came to the hospital to see him, some of the students have brought "get well" gifts, Tsuyu, Mina, and Momo brought Delta a new jacket after his old one was blown to bits. Uraraka brought balloons, others brought cards, and Midoriya brought some of his mother's cooking. Delta was grateful (especially the food), that all his friends came, but was really surprised to see Jiro's dad, Kyotoku, coming in through the door, "glad to see someone's still alive," Kyotoku commented lightening the mood even futher.
Both of them laughed and it came to surprise to the members of class 1-A, except for Jiro, she knew that Delta and her father formed a good bond between them, "here, I got ya something," Kyotoku offered him a obviously wrapped gift. Delta took it in his hands and started undoing the warping paper, "wow, this is a nice guitar, Kyotoku, you shouldn't have," Delta commented, "well if you say so," Kyotoku said jokenly attempting to take the gift back. "hahahaa, O.K O.K, I didn't mean it," everybody laughed seeing that display of affection, Delta took a good look at the guitar, it was very well polished, it's dark in cooler with it being darker on the edges, but showed it's actually red, and had a nice black strap, "I love it, man, thank you," Delta thanked him.
Even though he was happy, he can't help, but notice that someone was missing, "where's Onaji?" Delta asked a bit concern, "he's alright if that's what you're asking," Denki told him, "we told her that you woke up, but she stayed home," Tsuyu told him. Delta was confused, but he wasn't one to stay in bed to figure out why, "I'm going," he stated kicking the blankets off of him. Everybody got up to stop, but Delta persisted, "at least let us get out so you change!" Jiro shouted as Detla was only in those hospital robes.
When he was about to walk out the door Delta was immediately met with flashing cameras and people bombarding him with question, shoving microphones into his face, "excuse us, but what do you know about the terrorist group?" "are you connected to them in anyway?" "do you think they'll be playing another attack?" They all shouted questions over each other trying to get questions until security had to come in and remove the crowd, "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened in a couple of days?" Delta asked, "a lot has happened, Delta," Aizawa stated to him clearly turning the T.V in the room on, "it's been two days since the attack on the sports festival and there has been a raise in state security," the news anchor announced.
The screen has shown well armed police officers and troops patrolling the streets, curfews were now implemented, and checkpoints have been positioned in certain areas of the city.
One hour has passed and Delta has managed to slip pass the reporters, making his way to Onaji's home, it was oddly quiet at this home, leaving Delta to wonder if anyone is home. Nevertheless he knocks on the door, a few moments later he heard the locks being undone, and answering the door was Onaji with a blanket wrapped around her, and still in her P.J's, "hey sleeping beauty," Delta greeted. Onaji was completely surprised to see him just standing right in front of her as if nothing really happen, like I don't know, like he's never been blown up, "you're all right," Onaji said out loud hugging him tightly.
Delta had the air in his lungs ripped from him, finding it surprising how strong Onaji can hold someone in a hug, "can't breath, can't breath," Delta pleaded. Onaji let's go and Delta saw that her eyes were filling with tears, "hey, what's the matter? why are you crying?" Delta asked coming in the house, "I thought you died because me, If I made sure the villain I kicked out the window was really dead, you wouldn't gotten hurt," Onaji admitted, blaming herself for Delta's injuries.
She dropped right onto her couch in the living room, wrapping herself in the blanket, "It's not your fault, besides it's not my first time getting blown up, so you don't have to worry about it," Delta reassured her. Onaji just buried herself deeper into the blanket, "I thought you died, trying to protect me, I burst into tears when I saw you fall, I don't know if I could handle that as a hero," Onaji said sadly disappearing into her blanket, "hey, don't give me that, and come out of there, don't make me go in after you," Delta commented trying to cheer her up.
Onaji din't listen, so Delta attempted to follower into her blanket, Onaji told him not to, but Delta managed to make her giggle despite trying to repel him, Delta pulls her out, both laughing seemingly they forgotten all their worries, at the point Onaji plants a kiss on Delta's lips. A moment has passed, Onaji just realized what she just did, and quickly yanks herself away from Delta with her face noticeably turning red, "I'm so sorry!" Onaji pleaded waving her hands defensively, Delta chuckled when seeing her embarrassed face. He found it cute.
Onaji was in a panic of embarrassment apologising rapidly, her eyes scrambled across left-to-right, but Delta pulled her back in, "don't be," Delta said, and everything was just a blur between the two.
Hours had passed and the two had taken their love session into Onaji's room, luckily for them Onaji's family were out, so they had the house all to themselves leaving them undisturbed. They admitted their feelings for one another, but going to the not so distant memory of the terrorist attack, Onaji had her first taste of heartless, and bloodlust villains; it made her think, that maybe she's just not cut out for this hero business, how much pressure can she actually endure if she ever goes out on the field.
However this thought sat with Delta way before the attack because Delta never viewed himself as a hero. Not once and felt that it was no different in his days in Vietnam, he just doesn't want to do this anymore. He wanted to find peace, to settle down, to have a family, and he believed he could achieve his dream with Onaji.
The next day Delta walked to the academy seeing that it wasn't closed down despite the attack, but guards heavily patrolled it, walked in without his uniform, he had it nicely folded as if they were brand new. He stood right in front of Nezu's office taking deep breaths, "*huff!* alright. There's no turning back now," Delta told himself. He made a fist and hit his knuckles on the door, "come in," Nezu called out, Delta opened the door and saw the principal sitting at his desk doing his work, "may I help Delta?" Nezu asked, but then he took notice that he wasn't in uniform, "why aren't dressed for school?"
Delta took a seat in front of him and placed the folded up uniform on his desk, "I've been think Mr. N, I been thinking long and hard about it, and I made up my mind... I'm dropping out," Delta said clearly. Nezu stopped what he was doing and places the pen down, "drop out? why'd you wanna do that?" he asked, surprised to hear his decision, "for starters, I'm not hero material, all these capes, costumes, etc. and getting paid for all of it, it's not for me," Delta explained.
"Well... I can't force you, but I have to say, I believed you would've made a good hero," Nezu commented, but Delta seemed to scoff at the last bit, "no, no I wouldn't," he retorted, "yes, you would, you're a good person," Nezu persisted, "no I wouldn't, did you see me beat that guy who attacked the festival few days ago? I shattered his skull into pieces, how many heroes do you see doing that?... I am not a good person Nezu." "Yes, I've seen the horrific display that happened, and yes, I don't really approve the death upon anyone, but you acted to protect many innocent people. Especially Ms. Onaji. You really do care for her, you stopped her from taking her own life, you heard her struggles so you took her under your wing, you trained her harshly, but she's doing better than ever. I never seen such improvement and she's thankful that she met you."
Delta let it all sink in thinking back to the time he first met her, she was so vulnerable, and weak spirited, he saw himself in her, and that made him think back when he met Dà when he was so small. Smiling, Delta had to agree, but he must be going, "thank you for everything," he told him, Nezu offered his hand, but that wasn't enough for Delta, so he hugged him, "good luck Delta," Nezu wished him goodbye.
After leaving Nezu's office Delta felt it wouldn't be right he didn't tell his friends that he was dropping out, so he decided to at least tell them, "WHAT!?' they all shouted, "you're leaving?" Jiro repeated, "from this school or reality?" Midoriya asked wondering how far this is going, "just the school Midoriya," Delta answered him wanting to get that out of the way first. "But why are you leaving?" Uraraka asked, "I don't think heroism is right for me, I feel no different with being a hero here with me being a solider back in Nam," Delta explained.
"So now what? what's your plan?" Tsuyu asked, "easy, I'm gonna try to find work, I wanna settle down, I don't wanna worry about saving the day, or stopping villainy. I'm just so tired," Delta spoke his thoughts out loud. Everyone glanced at one another seeing that Delta really doesn't want to do this anymore and when they saw him get blown up revealing the scars from his endless war with himself they soon believed that maybe it was for the best, "I can't believe I'm really gonna say it, but I'm gonna miss you man," Jiro spoke up.
"Awwe, you wanna hug?" Delta remarked approaching Jiro with open arms, but she threaten to stab him with one of her earphone jaxs, "alright I'm off everyone, good luck to you all at becoming heroes," Delta wished them. Everyone replied back saying their goodbyes, and Delta left, while walking down the halls Delta ponder what kind of work he be able to obtain with his history, but then a man stopped him. He was quite tall like him, his hair was a mint color, but he had a mask that cover his face, "hello there, I'm Gunhead, and you must be Delta," Gunhead introduced himself. Delta was confused, but answered him, "yeah, what's your business, if I may ask?" "I seen what you did during that attack a couple of days ago, you handled yourself pretty well, and also over heard your conversation with the principal and your friends," he quickly admitted, "I know you don't wanna be a hero, but how would you like to work for me at my self-defense class, I could you use a guy with your skill set."
Delta didn't know what to think, either be wary of some random guy listening into his conversations, or to the good fortune that he had received, "so, you wanna heir me to be a self-defense instructor? sure I'll take it," Delta agreed without hesitating. The two shook on it, "great, come with me there's just some paperwork we have to deal with first, but I'm looking foward of having you on the team," Gunhead stated, "glad to be part of it," Delta agreed.