8. SPARK
"My Quirk is plain. I'm simply a frog." Asui Tsuyu says. "Unlike Uraraka-chan's, it's not very hero-like."
"Mine too." Kirishima Eijirou agrees, "My quirk- all it can do is harden." he demonstrates with his left arm, "It's pretty strong, but not very cool."
"No, it's plenty cool! It's very hero-like!" Uraraka cuts in, "it's a strength-enhance quirk and a defense enhance quirk at the same time!" she insists, "Mine can't really lift too much, because I get nauseous."
"Mine's both flashy and strong." Aoyama Yuuga sparkles confidently.
"But your stomach collapses." Ashido Mina jokingly points out.
"But if we're talking flashy and strong, it's gotta be Bakugou and Todoroki, no?" Kirishima mentions the two at the back.
"But Bakugou-kun's got a horrible temper, so he won't be popular." Asui bluntly adds.
"HEY! FROG! I HEARD THAT!" the boy yelled at her angrily.
"See?"
It was a laid-back bus trip to a fun class of learning about rescues. Everyone had gotten cozy and began chatting, forming bonds and getting to know each other more. Bakugou groans. He was getting used to this annoying school life, but all he could think about every day was how irritatingly carefree the world was.
It reminded him of Deku, especially that gravity girl. Angel face. They had the same love for heroes and the kind demeanor, the brilliant smile that would strip away sometimes to reveal determined looks. But she wasn't as wimpy as Deku. She was a little more headstrong, confident and courageous, and she possessed a form of strength, albeit weak.
It irked him. Their similarities and differences. It irked him. How he still mourns for the day he made Deku go missing.
If I walked home with him that day, would he still be here? If I had stayed a little longer, would he have still been here?These questions crossed his mind countless times, but Katsuki will not falter.
Not if he was going to get Deku back.
(-)
They reached their destination not long after.
"Woahh! Is this Universal Studios Japan (USJ) or something?" some gasped in awe at the incredible sight.
"Floods, Landslides, Ruins, etc." a new voice interrupted, "This is a practical training area I created to simulate various accidents and disasters." They turned to the source of the voice- a person in a full-body space suit, not a hint of skin. "This is the Unforseen Simulation Joint (USJ)!
Wow, it's seriously USJ...
"It's the Space Hero Number Thirteen!" someone said excitedly, "He's the gentlemanly hero whose expertise is in disaster relief!"
"Kya! I've always loved Number Thirteen!" Uraraka cheers hyperactively.
"Well then," Thirteen clears his throat, "Before we begin, just remember one thing- or two... or three... or four..."
They're increasing!
"Anyway!" Thirteen snaps out of it, "As many of you know, my quirk is called the Black Hole. Any material that is sucked into this abysmal vortex will, despite anything, turn into dust." he explained.
Uraraka nods her head violently, fangirling over her favourite hero.
"Yeah! That's why it's ideal for removing wreckage during a rescue!" someone piped in.
"However!" Thirteen cut in, "This quirk can be easily used for murder and destruction."
This caused a stunned silence in the class.
"Many quirks, if not used in the right way, can easily cause much harm to society. Such is what villains do." Thirteen explains, "In that way, this quirk is no different from anyone's here. In this society, Quirks are strictly regulated and its usage is put under stern restrictions. That is the basic makeup of this world. But many of us often forget how our quirks can go awry. One slip of a finger may accidentally kill someone."
Bakugou Katsuki was distracted. He wanted to listen to the words of the Pro Hero, but something just felt odd. Not the bad omen kind of odd, but a something's off kind of odd. Something didn't fit here.
He couldn't settle down. It just bothered him too much, and before he knew it the speech was done, Uraraka was clapping and Iida was yelling 'BRAVO!'.
"It's the Space Hero Number Thirteen!""He's the gentlemanly hero whose expertise is in disaster relief!""Yeah! That's why it's ideal for removing wreckage during a rescue!"Who said those again?
He had dismissed it as one of the classmates, but the voice wasn't one of the few voices he heard in class. He's heard the class talk plenty of times. This voice was oddly familiar, but he knows it's not from class.
His head snapped around, looking. And there he found someone.
A boy their age, wearing a dark green jumper. The hood, with lop-eared bunny ears, was designed to cover the top half of his face. Red nets at his eyes grant him vision. His jumper ended at his elbows, his knees were covered with knee guards, he wore bright red boots. A black mask hung around his neck.
He was blending in perfectly with the students now crowding around Thirteen, asking questions.
He, who was definitely not in his class.
Katsuki rushed over and pulled the person closest to the unknown boy- Uraraka- away.
Heads turned, "Bakugou-?"
"Who are you?" he demanded from the boy, "Where the hell did you come from?"
People seem to notice the green bunny now, taking steps back and holding in gasps at the realization. Even the teachers were surprised.
"Oops." the boy said, grinning mischievously, "I got caught already."
That was when Aizawa Shouta noticed the flood of black mist making itself known in the center court.
A single face emerged from the mist. Pale blue hair, sickly thin body- a severed hand on his face.
Eraser Head instantly knew what was going on, and that it was bad. "Huddle around and don't move!" He barked orders quickly, "Thirteen! Protect the students!"
He received confused looks from his students, but now wasn't the time. Villains of every shape and quirk pooled in from the mist, charging into USJ.
The lop-eared bunny smiles, a pure, beaming child amidst the chaos.
"And then the games begin!" he giggled.