Herman pow:
"Alright, I guess that this is the place." I said to myself as I saw a relatively small cube on some patch of ground owned by the UA, it still was bigger than most places I lived on my own tho.
"Indeed." Aizawa responded, walking to my left side while a teacher names Cementoss stayed on the right. "About enough to house a teenager in fairly sustainable conditions... Also, result of your DNA tests came to us." He added.
"Oh really?" I asked, suprised at the speed of response from the lab.
"Yes." He responded with unmotivated tone. "It appears that your Quirk allows you to generate vibrations in your entire body and direct them to the outside. For technicality we agreed to call it Vibration."
"Fair enough." I nodded. "At least this is officialy sorted."
"In terms of your financial upkeep, we decided to share with you a small scholarship from school's budget." Cementoss added. "However, given that school's cafeteria gives meals to students at very small prices and about all of the bills are counted into the school's running costs, we trust you with using the luxury of living on someone else's costs wisely."
"Understood." I agreed, moving the head up and down while Aizawa handed me the keys.
"Now, enjoy your stay." He added. "We gave you some furniture and supplies inside for a start before the lessons resume back to normal." He added as they both turned around and walked away, leaving me alone for better or worse.
"Meh, might aswell see what's in store for me now." I thought, taking few quick steps forward and putting the keys into the doors, which then opened with a light clack as I turned the key to the inside. "Wait, why am I so excited again?" I asked myself, as I took the keys back out and opened the doors with a smooth, slow swing. "Oh right, about living somewhere legally again." I corrected myself, walking inside and seeing what was I getting into.
The room itself was... Good, actually. Double windows at the rear end, decent bed for a decent man like me, small fridge combined with a large desk that even had a chair. Small lights at the ceeling, beige walls without mold or other mess, actual wardrobe with some second-hand clothes in place. There even were an actual smartphone and new ID card waiting for me of all things!
"Now, one more thing to check..." I thought, crouching in front of the fridge and opening it's doors. "Yup, he gave me a jumpstart." I nodded, happly taking out the first dollar store sandwitch I got my hand on and eating it whole. I mean, if you were after a fight, police interrogation and DNA tests, you would be too hungry to care about food temperature too, right?
But that posed another issue. Luckly, I was smart enough to have an answer for it.
"He gave me jumpstart... So now I'll start." I smiled as I closed the firdge doors and got my hold on the smartphone, not wasting too much time as I put the loader plug in and searched for general world knowledge. Something I would need sooner or later...
Narrator pow:
"Hmm, that technique..." Aizawa commented, watching down the camera footage of Shocker's fighting prowess in U.S.J. "He is good, almost a Pro... From technical viewpoint that is."
"I need to admit that you're right." Toshinori added, sitting to his side as he also watched the video with high intrest. "But for all his skills and smarts, he seems to be putting too much power into his attacks."
"You surely know something about that." Aizawa responded, making Yagi drop his neutral glare for embarrased one. "Anyways, with the Sport Festival coming soon, as we already agreed on our last staff meeting, I'd assume it is worth for us to keep an eye on him." He paused, looking aside at Principal Nezu who just entered the room with three cups of tea on the tray. "I said I didn't wanted it."
"But I thought you can change your mind." Mouse-bear-humanoid person responded with polite smile while making hsi way to the coffee table. "But back to the topic, we will collectively share our oversight on all of our students. No newcomer should be a center of our attention, otherwise other students might be undeveloped by our lack of care."
"Precisely." Aizawa added, looking back at Yagi. "So please, don't favor Midoriya that much as usual. Like, try to limit the ammount of time you commit solely to him and think of the others."
"... I'll try to do so."
Herman pow:
"Man, Japan here really is something else." I commented at the back of my mind while taking a casual stroll in the city of Mustafatu? Mustafaru? Mustafa? Musutafu! That's a hard name right there.
But aside from bad jokes pushing into my mouth, the city was quite... Colourful? Like, I've seen Times Square, I've seen the Brooklyn, I've seen it all. But this mildly big city in Japan? It was just like that, but without over-the-top mood at night where ad telebims and side-attached signboard were trying to give anyone in range an aneurysm all the time. But then again, it's only because I haven't seen it at that point.
The people were colourful too. Like, those Quirks are so widespread that people don't even bother to use them for evil in majority. But I guessed it was a cultural thing. Back in my place superpowered people got to mug and beat only remotely normal humans. But here? You either get to fight a museum painting on steroids, literal walking stack of CCTV cameras or a T-posing mammoth. Whoever makes crime in this place either has to do it by any realistic for his view means, actually likes it or is so strong that still believes he (Or maybe she? It?) can get away with it.
"Man, Spider-Man would like it here." I smiled, taking a turn left near the road crossing and getting onto the other side of it, spotting my first place from go-to list.
Watashi's Bizzare Shop. Your atypical small store with a mix of normal things and absolute random stuff. Basically a half-grocery, half-second hand.
"Huh, neat on the outside." I smiled, walking up to the place as red letters on the black signboard hanged up above gave me a easy time reading... Wait a second, since when I understood Japanese? "Damn fools didn't wonder why remote New Yorker perfectly understood Japanese. Too bad!" I shaked my head as I approached the place only to jump forward as some shattered glass flew from the broken store.
"Where's the money?!" A strong shout came from the inside, followed by the washing machine flying out and crashing on the street.
"Oh shook, so that's what The Spider felt when I trashes random shops." I corrected my moral compass as I looked inside, much to ignorance of weirdly still and agiatated crowd.
"Useless shit!" Same voice shouted again, as I saw a body of elderly man slide over the floor before hitting the wall, breaking another window with the backward yank of her head. "I'm taking the money anyways, shame you are so stupid."
"Hmph, that does it." I snarled, jumping inside throu the broken window and landing in a mid-crouch stance as a bulky, five foot eight man with bald head, white-black stripe shirt and two sets of rocky blocks instead of legs came forward from behind an alley.
"Oh? A random kid wants to make a citizen arrest?" He asked me in a mocking tone.
"What would Spider say to keep him away... I know!" I though as I picked the man up onto my back and stood up with weirdly tense arm muscles. "My brother in Christ, I just wanted to take her to a hospital. Is it too much to ask?" I responded, slowly stepping back throu the same broken window.
"Hmm... Well..." Intruder wondered, slowly following after me as I redirected myself towards the nearest wall pillar. "Yes!" He answered, rushing forward head-on while I casually waited for him in my masterplan of a diversion.
"Got you." I thought as I saw him ramming throu the obstacle with a two-leg slide mid-air, which did effectively break the supporting pillar, but also slammed the entire forward ceeling onto him.
"Who-OOOAAA!" The guy shouted in fear, before the rubble became louder and I had to jump away to not get hit myself thanks to unpredictible nature of such things as collapsing buildings.
"Phew! That was too close." I said to myself before turning around and saw an ambulance stopping close enough for me to run up and make a swift hand-to-hand passage of the wounded.
"What's going on in here?" Strong voice asked, as I turned around to see a Man with a blue mask and green-silver combat vest approach the scene.
"Oh! It's Snatch!"/"The Sand Hero is here for us!" Some people from the crowd called out loudly as the horde of bystanders suddenly increased in size.
"I saw you passing the elderly man to the paramedics." Snatch said to me, looking briefly back at the rubble, from undeneath of which a straight pile of rocks broke throu. "And for you, Villain, I see only arrest. Did you wonder about relatives of this man? Do you even know how many people could you harm?"
"Hmm, this place has a Sandman too I guess." I thought, standing aside while the Hero made a giant arm out of sand and pulled the intruder by the leg from below, then handing him to police officers before walking up to me.
"Check the insides for other civilians!" Snatch called out, then turning his face to me while some paramedics rushed inside in search for other people. "I hope you know how much unnecessary risk you took, young man."
"Yes." I calmly responded before spitting out a lenghty explaination. "I took none. The man wouldn't escape from there on his own, no one was in range of collapsed entreance outside of the intruder who was immobilized."
"Hmm... You have guts. You didn't use your Quirk and saved a person in danger, so here is that." Hero commented, looking over me with a tense stare from his turquoise eyes. "I'll let you pass on this one. But next time don't step into the way of harm." He pasued for a short while, pointing back at the rubble. "Next time you may collapse something more than just an entreance."
"Understood." I nodded as a policeman approached us with a notebook. "Actually? Doing things legally isn't as stressful as I thought. Maybe I can be a good guy in a right enviroment?"
Narrator pow:
"Ehh..." Aizawa groaned, reading the report on his computer with Principal Nezu and Toshinori Yagi on his sides. "That happened quickly."
"I guess it was to be expected." No. 1 Hero commented first. "He does seem to embrace a part about saving people."
"Sajin wouldn't lie about such things as evacuation from endangered space." Nezu added on his part. "He also noted that he gave him a lecture about personal risk during the villain attack."
"Anyways, do you know where is Herman now?" Aizawa asked, looking at his Principal.
"He seems to have just left the police station and resume his exploration of Musutafu." All Might cut in, showing him a phone messeage from a befriended police detective.
"... Of course you had the contact to a local police officer."
Herman pow:
"Hmm... Yup, I ventured myself too far." I sighed internally, looking around the neighbourhood full of small and tiny apartaments. A decent (At most) place for a student and in general one-person living. "I guess I got to the district with cheap housing for the poor, no wonder it looks so empty on the streets. Not many people seem to live here, let alone desire it." I thought, looking around at the almost entierly empty streets, ocassional car parked on the side and one, maybe two people present within my sight.
Just small flat after small flat, and another small flat... Yeah, this place was propably shit if you didn't had a car. And that seemed to be the dominant case around there.
"Excuse me?" I heard a mildly pitched tone from behind me.
"Yeah?" I responded, turning around to see a small girl with chubby body type and short brown hair.
"Are you lost?" She asked, jumping up to me and almost hitting me in the face with her pleaded white shirt.
"... No. Just exploring the city." I responded as I noticed a fairly familiar spark in her auburn eyes. "Wait, you are a UA student, don't you?"
"Heh?" She gulped, taking a step back before correcting her posture. "Yeah, I am."
"Well glad to meet you." I shrugged my arms in as polite way as it can be done. "Because they just enrolled me via emergency protocol."
"Hmm..." Girl thought, mumbling something under her nose for a short while. "What is your Quirk?"
"Vibration. My body freely generates them, althrough the strongest ones are in hands and arms." I responded, smiling lightly.
"That sounds cool." She responded. "Mine allows me to remove effect of gravity from solid objects upon touching them."
"Sounds strong, even with limited range..." I commented, before seeing a weird shine in her eyes.
"You are that vigilantie in yellow cushion suit from U.S.J.?" She asked, pointing a pair of finger pistols right at me.
"Huh, a smart one." I thought, taking my time to respond. "Yup, it's me. What about it."
"Oh! So The Principal did accept my request?"
"... I... Guess?" I tilted my head left and right, confused at her spike of joy. "I don't have full context here."
"Then maybe we can explains things on the go?" She asked, pointing at the third floor in one of the nearby housing blocks. "I live here."
"Cool for me." I responded with mild feeling of enjoyment. "Lead the way... Wait, what is your name?"
"Ochako Uraraka. And yours?"
"Herman Schultz."
"You're German?"
"Don't know. If so, then by far away descent. Now lead the way please."
"Huh, nice place." I commented as I walked after Ochako into her apartment and closed the doors.
The place was... Cozy, in looks and what might be on whatever would promote this place since the size was very small. The corridoor entreance did fit two people to have them pass eachother, but that was in regard for Japanese people.
And I was a, uhh... New Yorker.
Ouch.
"Well, sorry for having it so cramped in here..." Ochako sighed while we took our shoes off before placing them next to the wall to our right.
"It's fine. You barely have anything in here." I shrugged my arms, taking a look around over the barebone design. "Like, people rarely end up in such places by their own choice."
"You're not wrong..." She sighed, looking aside with depressed face. "My parents have a hard time with their construction company."
"And yet they managed to support you with a rented place closer to school. Good for you to appricieate their effort while you can." I smiled, looking at her as she moved her torso back up and looked back at me.
"While I can?" She asked, propably touched by what I said.
"You know... Oh wait, we barely met, shucks..." I mumbled in confusion before getting myself together. "My parents dies when I young. So young in fact that I have no memory of them."
"Oh..." Ochako sighed, taken aback by my response. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine!" I comforted her quickly, taking a step forward up to her. "I'm just prasing you for the attitude towards own family."
"Heh, thanks." She smiled, turning the rest of her body to face me. "But, how did you get from such point to UA?"
"Well, with no home I stayed on the street and got raised on it." I explained, having to partially make shit up on the go. "And since I happen to be left within Bronx in New York, I became a local criminal, but not good at it since I was still a child."
"Mhm, that makes sense." Ochako nodded as we somewhat on a instinct walked away towards the kitchen. Another tiny room, but this time with something bigger in it and closer to a square then the entreance corridoor thing. "How did you made the suit tho?"
"Myself." I responded, immedieately meeting her confused face as she turned around. "I wasn't gifted for crime, but a gifted self-taught engineer is other thing entierly. At some point I realised my Quirk isn't a guarantee to win me a fight, so I decided to strenghten it with other thing I always had with myself. Clothing."
"Makes sense." She nodded while taking a seat at the small table and waving to me in allowance for my sit-down. "Must been really hard to find the materials and tools."
"Not really." I responded in almost joking manner. "At some point when I was in prison I was given an access to the workshop. You know, the side effect of policy under which prisoners are taught life skills to be useful to society after the sentence." I stopped, only then taking my seat as I reminded myself what was I supposed to do. "Anyways... I somehow managed to get enough parts, tools and time to create the gauntlets that imitated my Quirk. Then, I used them to escape from the prison and almost got myself killed under the collapsing room."
"What?" She gulped, widening her eyes for some reason.
"The gauntlets I made were much stronger than my Quirk." I responded. "I did manage to escape alongside my creation tho. And afterwards, I went on to upgrade them into more stable and usable version alongside the cushion suit that negates vibrations and other recoil sent at me from them."
"Sounds like you're very smart." Ochako smiled, then looking down at the table for a moment before looking back up at me. "Why aren't you on Support Course?"
"Quirk is combat-oriented." I explained. "I use my technical skills for my own betterment. Plus, I got invited to the Hero Course, so I go to the Hero Course specifically."
"Oh right, I asked The Principal for it..."
"You what?" I asked, lowering my right eyebrows into suggestive glare.
"... Ooff!" Ochako gasped, catching her mouth in some sort of panic mode.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Thanks for telling." I commented, looking at her baffled face. "That's what I meant back outside by full context."
"Still, silly from me to tell it away so easily..." She pouted, looking down at the table with resignation.
"Can't disagree. Allowing secrets to waltz in between words is a risk." I responded, trying to not shame her. "On the other side, Heroes aren't meant to be natural liars, so maybe that's your mental upside?"
"I wonder..." She smiled, rising her head back up. "Wait, what does waltz in mean?"
"Walk in to someone's annoyance. I'm from NY, remember?"
"Oh, right."
"Anyways... I kind of have to go back to UA" I excused myself, taking a brief look at the phone. "Can't walk around the place for too long."
"It's fine!" Ochako smiled, waving me for a goodbye. "See you back in school."
"See you too." I responded as I headed back to the corridoor and put on my shoes.
"Oh well, it wasn't long for me to get from a near fight and police encounter to casually talk with a classmate. Random stuff that just happens" I thought as I walked out of the apartment and headed back down for a walk back home. "But then again, Spider-Man couldn't possibly be an all-time Hero. He always needed some time to show up when I, or about anyone in that matter, did something..."
But then, it hit me.
"What if I inspire myself after Spider-Man when it comes to heroics? Taking perspective from both sides can help me a lot now that I am actually a legal person." I smiled, already getting down to the pavement as I resumed my journey, this time directed back to UA. "All I have to do now is getting things together and moving on forward. Shouldn't be too hard..."