Tense would not be a word to describe the situation in which these classes of different world's, different Japan's, were in. Tenuous would be a more apt description of the situation.
For class 3-E, they felt disconnected. The bomb dropping of not being in their own dimension, that was too much. Some of them broke down, others sulked silently, and almost everyone was catatonic or non-responsive for a while and in little ways. Yes the idea that a majority of them had discovered they had "superpowers" had been thrilling enough.
For around five minutes. Then the news that the person that had the ability to bring them here had not resurfaced yet brought a crushing weight upon them at their situation. Followed by the eventual understanding that no one knew how to get home really aided in the air of despondence on many.
Terasaka, the loudest and by far the most vocal at any time, sat himself down on a wall. His face in his hands. Karma became even more aloof, yes he could have participated in conversations of some kind, but he was seen to be vastly affected by the turn of events.
The adults were not spared in the situation. Korosensei was left in a weakened state, confined to a bed as several of his tentacles still seemed to be regenerating, albeit a slower and weakened pace. It took all of Karasuma's military training to not break down at some point, but seeing the distress on the children hardened his resolve. However there was a wall somewhere that had a good chunk missing, and he had to have his hand wrapped in bandages and taken somewhere else. Irina had cried for some time before she sobered up and tried to console some of the others. A professional, even if past actions suggest otherwise. Regardless, she had left with Karasuma after suddenly collapsing. Everyone began to get even more nervous at their current situation.
One person who seemed the least disturbed at the situation however, was Itona.
The tinkering boy had his mind focusing on other things, despite the common problem which everyone shared. Yes he had no idea how to get home, however home for him had been an empty apartment with no family. He had yet to find his mother or father, no warm comforting embrace waiting for him, nor an awaited knuckle biting anxiety of people whom care for him day after day he was gone. Really, everyone who could or is caring for him are in this very room.
So while everyone else was wishing they had their family with them, he only lamented the fact he didn't have his bed to sleep in anymore. On a whim, he decided to finally analyze his "quirk", as those of this dimension call these powers which manifest from their bodies.
His right arm and other select parts of his body was now completely mechanical, or rather biomechnical. He flexed and admired the tensioned joints and electric wiring running up and down the length of his wrist and shoulder. When he closed his right eye, his left had a thin glowing hue which had an HUD within it. He looked under his shirt to notice that while his torso's skin was human in nature, he knew there was something different about his lungs.
When he felt his phone vibrate, he already knew who it was before evening flipping it open. Only one person had his number and had the capability to access his phone despite being in a dimension where his carrier potentially wasn't around.
"Good afternoon Ritsu."
"Good afternoon Itona." The pink haired AI sent him a smile as she posed on the wall paper of his phone, using his email and phone call apps as a chair. An odd image came to his mind of an anime he saw once before he shook his head. "Is something wrong?" Ritsu continued seeing him shake.
"Nothing," he replied monotonously. Normally that would be the extent of their conversations. She was too good at being human to be a simple AI, and he was too mechanical (now more literally than figuratively) to continue the conversation. However a thought did enter his mind this time.
"Ritsu, have you found your main unit yet?" The girl shook her head, a look of unhappiness on her face.
"Unfortunately there seems to be a magnetic field separating me from my potential searching capabilities." A large sigh bubble exited her mouth as she draped herself on his apps. Her skirt rode up a little, no doubt oversight on her part but Itona always wondered about the AI...
Standing up, he walked over to the person whom was watching them currently. A rather odd man with what looked to be an antiquated gasmask over his face and a cowboy hat. He also noted the six-shooter strapped at his hip and the spurs on his boots. Itona recalled that the man introduced himself as "Snipe". Before sitting down and reading his book.
Truly an odd sight for anyone.
"Excuse me," he got the attention of the man away from the book he was reading ("Holiday" Itona made out). "I need to use the restroom."
"Sure, let me get someone first." The man spoke Japanese perfectly, and perhaps that was the most surprising thing Itona noted with the man.
Snipe knocked on the door he sat next too, poking his head out and talked to someone outside. He balanced precariously on two pegs of his chair. If he was Karma, he would have tipped the chair a little. If he was Nagisa he could have easily slipped under the man's visage and walked out, probably. If he was Tera-baka, he probably would have slammed open the door and walked with an unnecessary cockiness. Maybe if he was Nakamura, he would have tried to eavesdrop on them.
However he was Itona, and stood there expectantly without even an attempt at eavesdropping. Patiently, noting hoe the HUD of his eye seemed to give him some sort of stats of the man. Height, weight, age; though that last was one said it was an estimated.
"Alright kid, follow me." Snipe stood up now, opening the door and walked out with Itona . Someone in a thick trench coat and an opaque face passed by them and took Snipe's task. He, being Snipe, lead Itona by the jingle of his spurs. 'Jingle jangle. Jingle jangle'.
Hm. Guess they were real...
"Right here kid," Snipe gestured to restroom. "Do your business and go back afterwards. You remember the route, yeah?" Itona nodded before Snipe walked away as Itona walked in.
He had no intention to enter the bathroom to use it. That was a ploy, a simple one and altogether not malicious. However a ploy it was, and for reason.
Itona flipped his phone open to see Ritsu once more interacting with his background. This time however she was hiding behind the apps, notably covering her eyes with his notes and internet browser. Pulling them so they stacked over each other.
"What are you doing?"
"Itona has taken me into the male restroom. Kyah, how scandalous!" The AI squealed with mirth as she peaked an eye from the apps, intent on a reaction. All she got was a quirk of an eyebrow and maybe a confused blink from Itona, thought that could have been his reaction.
"Can you try and locate your main unit now?" Itona asked. Ritsu giggled before pushing the apps aside.
"Nope!" She sang. Another emotionless blink before Ritsu looked over his shoulder. "The signal seems to be coming from the very walls of the rooms. Maybe outside would be a better bet." He turned around to see a high window, though it had a window on it. "B-But it it's not like I'm asking you or anything!" Ritsu's long twin stream hair became pigtails when she said that, and she turned her head away with a haughty huff.
A tsundere program subroutine? Probably for people like Terasaka and Takeyabashi. She probably needs a clear undiluted signal... but how to open the window. An idea sprung into Itona's mind. How is this supposed to go again?
"Hold on, let me try something." Ritsu's eyes widened as she saw Itona roll up the sleeve of his mechanical arm.
"Itona, what are you attempting?" Before he could respond, Itona felt a pinch in his mechanical limb. Similar to a rubber band being flicked against sensitive skin, Itona winced more out of surprise than pain before he his arm began to change. Well, really his finger, his pinky finger.
Now poking out of the bottom pad was a small blue burner, over the tip which had now become an open nozzle. His finger had become a miniature acetate torch.
"I-I didn't know you could do that," she gasped. Her memorization at this development missed the flicker of pain Itona felt as an innumerable streams of calculations flowed from his eye. He closed it and it shut off immediately.
"Neither did I..." He said with his voice carrying its usual cadence, his other hand went to his pocket to pulled out his welding goggles and slipped them on.. Then he concentrated a bit and the acetate torch burned lightly. Then his eyes went to the mirror.
The flames easily melted the glasses, turning it a molten red as he cut a large human sized square. Even though he had to pull himself up to torch through it, the task felt effortless to him. Physical exertion, while not his forte in class, was simple this time around and his less than familiarity with the tool gave him a challenge in terms of technicality. He wondered what other tools he could pull from his Swiss-army arm of his.
Once the ghost of a square was cut through, the torched reverted back to his finger and Itona's arm easily grabbed the molten glass before it could fall and shatter below. He ran a sink and cooled it down without shattering it. Then he eyed the window before he climbed out, phone in his opposite flesh hand.
"I-Itona, what are you planning on doing? We are on the fourth floor, approximately," Ritsu warned. She was swinging red labeled warning signs as Itona easily wiggled his way through the hole he made. Any sense of vertigo that would normally affect a person as they looked down was completely lost on a boy who had to climb a literal mountain to get to class, and that was on a good day.
He let his mind simply breathe in this fresh air, not recycled by vents before he pulled his body all the way out of the hole. Less than a second into a freefall and Ritsu screaming was heard before Itona latched onto the window with his mechanical hand and held on tight.
"-Aaaaaaah!"
"Ritsu!" The AI ceased her squealing as she stared back at intense white iris eyes. Behind them was a blue sky and cirrocumulus cloud drifting lackadaisically. "Can you connect now?"
"H-Huh?" A light blush stained her cheeks as her processor tried to translate what Itona meant.
Connect? With what? Lack of functional data. Error. Error. 404-Cannot be foun-
"Ritsu, can you locate your main unit now?" Itona continued. Ritsu blinked. Itons wondered if she froze, could an AI freeze? He hypothesized not, they should be able to enact a subroutine to bypass that error. "We are outside with a clear connection. You should be able to locate your main unit now." She seemed to clear up now.
"Give me just a second Itona. This should be a piece of cake~" With that, Ritsu hopped into car on his background and drove out of screen. He wondered how much of that was necessary before a realization came to Itona.
How was he meant to get Ritsu back inside? And even more, how was he supposed to get back inside?
-1-
Nedzu chuckled as he read the hastily written reports that "Korosensei" had written, on tissue paper no less. How or why he had tissue paper on him was a conundrum which Nedzu would question on another day. Right now his current focus was on the student profiles.
"Ho ho, interesting. Interesting and exciting all of them..." Nedzu chuckled to himself as his tea balanced off the tip of his shoe. A knock came from the door prior to its opening and revealed All-Might.
Ever since the All For One event, the man has been coming to the Principle's Office namely on attempting to aid in whatever he can. It's mostly been extra paperwork and filings that Nedzu usually does himself, but deputized the depowered hero to be his pseudo-Vice Principle.
"Principle, reports from our X-Ray Hero consultation has revealed nothing anatomically extremely amongst our... Inter-dimensional visitors. Except for the rapid development of quirks, there's nothing out of the ordinary." A bloody cough from All-Might ceased his words before he wiped his mouth. "And likewise; America, Great Britain, and other countries have no other record of our visitors in their databases."
"What about that Dimensional ripped? Though with a quirk like that, one wonders why and where they had been hiding all this time," Nedzu mused. His tail brought his tea cup to his lips from a quick sip as All-Might shuffled through some reports.
"No trace of them with the preliminary searches; however we're calling in tracking and wide array locational specialists for this. As for why they hadn't acted before, well it seems that many residents near ground zero had stated that the DR had always been more of a clerk than a hero," All-Might read out. He set the reports on Nedzu's desk before collapsing in a chair.
"Tired?" All-Might nodded before coughing once more. This round sounded noticeably much more wet than the last, continuing for several seconds before subsiding. By now his mouth has been filled with blood, and he used a handkerchief to wipe it away. "A teacher isn't an easy job."
"Choosing between jumping into a burning building or teaching; I'd choose the burning building," All-Might resounded.
"Even without your quirk?"
"Even then!" He grinned a little. "Most of my bulk was from alt-form, however I trained my body myself so I have at least... One one-hundredth of my original strength." To prove a point, he held up an arm to show off a rather lack lusted bicep. Nedzu only chuckled, finding no other reaction but that fitting for the proclamation.
"Don't sell yourself short now. You're doing rather well, the students listen to you, and that is a main thing."
"I just wish I could offer more for them."
"Your presence and experience are doing a just job already. Speaking of which, how are they?"
"As of now, all but two have their provisional licenses. Bakugou and Todoroki however lack them, notably due to Bakugou's unwavering desire for combat prowess over everything else, and Todoroki's own inner struggle."
"Any thoughts of improvement for them?"
"Only time can tell whether or not they can overcome this..." A solemn look overcame his face as memories began to play out. "All we can do is make sure they're minds are sound should either begin to lose their footing on the path of being a hero... With the pillar of strength gone, the world needs several strings in order to tie in civility."
"Hm. Perhaps you should have been an actor or a poet instead of a hero. You seem to have knack for the abstract and the theatrical." All-Might sputtered out a responce before Nedzu hopped off his desk and onto All-Might's shoulder.
"Come now, no doubt Bakugou and the rest of the class has no doubt stewed enough in curiosity over whom our new guests are. It is time to speak to them about the matter." All-Might exited the office, Nedzu already brewing a new cup of tea on his shoulder.
"And the rest of the classes?"
"Let's keep it between the two hero courses for now." The two approached 1-A's door. From the windows, one could see all students were present and that they seem to be in the midst of their free period, it seemed the incident prior was on the minds of them as they seem to be a deep discussion.
All-Might opened the door and the class' chatter fizzled out as he walked with Nedzu on his shoulder. He inwardly panicked at the looks were giving him; being without his usual bulk still made him feel self-conscious.
"Students, no doubt you have my wonderful questions!" Nedzu laughed as he hopped of All-Might shoulder onto the desk. Pulling a summersault in the air, he landed in a perfect "T" before continuing. "However we, the staff and faculty of Yuuei likewise has minimal information in regards to the situation. So with that in mind, any questions?"
Almost everyone raised their hands once Nedzu stopped speaking. Their faces filled to the brim with curiosity trying burst forth. Nedzu looked up to All-Might, who eventually got what his boss was implying.
"U-Uh, Tokoymai-kun?"
"Who was the strange intruder who both took and brought back Bakugou?"
"Eh, well, her name is Nakamura Rio. Third year middle school student... From another dimension." Before even more confusion could be wrought, All-Might pivoted towards another hand. "Yaoyorozu-kun, your question?"
"Do the events have anything to do with the disappearance of Portal Bookstore?"
"Huh? Well, yes actually. That place is the ground zero for all the events which transpired. Hanta-kun?"
"Does she have a quirk?" All-Might sent a look towards Nedzu, however the animal just laughed and drank his tea.
"Initially, no. It seems that quirks in her world are non-existent; much like the pre-hero days." All-Might paused before he remembered something. This of course came with a coughing fit. "However there are individuals whom have appearances and abilities one could ascribe to a quirk."
"Any other que-" The door was wrenched open. Standing in its opening was Ectoplasm. Out of breath and disarrayed, he looked within the classroom befoer standing straight up with a wild look in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Our, uh, visitors? Yeah, they left the examination room."
Shock ran through All-Might, who promptly began to devolve in a fit of bloody coughing, but for Nedzu, he merely let out an amused chuckle before setting down his stea.
"Students!" Nedzu snapped towards the poised high schoolers front of him. "Today's lesson shall be extremely difficult, but a worthwhile exercise. I cannot give you the full details as to why our visitors are here, but know that the dangers of our world are completely foreign to them. Likewise, their quirks are of a danger to themselves as they have not had the lifetime of counseling and tutelage to control them. Locate and aid these students should they be in any trouble!" And like that, the prospectful heroes of class 1-A bolted out of their seats in search of these other students.
"Priciple, if I may," All-Might coughed, "but these students were trained by an elite special forces soldier as well as were trained to hunt and evade a creature who could see, move, and think at mach speeds. I fear they only reason they stayed in that room was of their own volition, and if they wanted out, it would be very hard pressed for our students to find them."
"And that's why this is an astute exercise for them! What other way to teach than to place an ever-eluding goal to strive for."
-2-
It had been wholly Karma and Terasaka's idea, the two people in class with pride and gall enough to do what needed to be done. Though their reasons might've been different, Karma wanted to just cause some problems and Terasaka wouldn't let part of his group just up and disappear, they both wanted out. Karasuma would have settled them all down, had he been there. However without him, the class' troublemakers devolved into an escaping mindset.
And so did the rest of class.
They kept this thought away from their teachers, knowing they too had some issues in regards to their situation to ponder about. However even with just them, they could easily find a way to escape the room.
"Damnit Karma!" Terasaka roared as said boy had poked him for the nth time. Karma only smirked before gesturing to his hand, now a withering collection of reddened mist.
"Oh how could I do that? I don't even have a hand, you know." Karma's patronizing voice was as clear as day, and Terasaka's anger was easily masked. Or not, judging by the rough shove he gave Karma.
"Knock if off you two," Isogai stated, standing up and standing between the two. However it seemed that his plea fell on deft ears, as Karma had taken a swing at Terasaka. It hit the boy, and sent careening into Nagisa, who fell onto the person who was meant to watch them in place of "Cowboy-san". This "Ghostface-san", let out a surprised shout when Nagisa fell on him. Both fumbled a bit before Nagisa was helped up by Kayano and Rio, who easily pulled the keys of Ghostface.
"Are you alright kid?" The man asked as he turned towards Nagisa. He nodded before someone let out a pained shout.
"Ah! My stomach! My stomach is killing me!" Muramatsu wailed as he clutched his gut. Both Yada and Nakamura were hunched over him and tried to stir him, but he only spasmed and began to foam at the mouth.
"He needs help!"
"I don't know what's going on with him!"
Ghostface, or rather Ectoplasm, stared with shock and horror. Sure it looked like nothing, but these kids were from another world, another dimension! For all he knew, this could be a side effect of dimensional travel. This could be the precursor to the deaths of every one of them!
Making a clone of himself, Ectoplasm lifted Muramatsu and began to rush to find Recovery Girl. This left the duplicate to watch the students after it shut and locked the door behind the original. Now did the plan begin.
Karma was the main focal point and what was meant to start it all, as his quirk seemed to be the one which could be the only one which had a semblance of control. He learned that the mist that his hand was, wasn't just any mist. It was something he himself was actually well knowledge in, pepper spray. The burning acidic gas which could bring down even the greatest of men.
Terasaka threw him, Karma, at Ectoplasm's clone. That part wasn't supposed to happen, however Terasaka thought that the little change wouldn't hinder the plan too much. Karma still got to the Hero, and his quirk did affect the clone. However Terasaka didn't know he had his quirk activated and threw Karma with much greater force than expected and actually turned Ectoplam's clone back into, well, ectoplasm.
To their credit they didn't seem all that surprised at what they say. Then again, they all saw how the clone was made, what they didn't expect was for Karma's whole arm to disintegrate into the red mist.
"Well this is getting more and more troublesome," Karma remarked as he stared a his mist arm. "Nagisa if this gets any worse, put wasabi in all of Terasaka's lunch, kay?"
His friend didn't comment, instead, he went over to the door as Sugino and Isogai helped up Karma. With a click the door was open. Korosensei weakly pulled himself together and looked towards his students.
"I won't tell you to not go, as I have no way to enforce that you'll follow my direction, however I will say this," he paused before coughing. "Stay safe. Who knows what dangers currently infest this world. It may be Japan, but it isn't ours. Find Itona before any harms comes to him." With a nod, the students of Kunugigaoka Middle School 3-E class fled the classroom to look for Itona.
Meanwhile said student was hanging outside the window still, wondering how long he's been out there.
I should have brought a book… Or not dropped my phone...
