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Blueprints were laid out across tables.
Students in groups gathered around them, three or four to each team, trying to identify a key area for entry, but with much difficulty.
Eraserhead was flatly muttering walking by the groups, and then he stopped at the last four huddled loosely together. "Figure it out? It's taking too long."
"It's difficult to come up with a creative way to drop ourselves into this one! It's completely barricaded from the inside out!" Uraraka motioned to the teacher and hero, her hands thrown up in the air, stumped. "And the bigwig boss has shut himself up on the lowest level, underground! Our dean sure had these buildings constructed to make it difficult!"
Aiwaza replied back, as right as ever, but also as dull as ever, the normal. "Burdensome it may be, but a building that appears harmless on the outside, could hold traps just the same as one of large scale. Heroes always have to think." He turned to Todoroki. "You wanted this one. You let the outside appearance fool you into thinking it would be easy, learn from your mistake. Don't be so presumptuous."
Midoriya wished he had a pen and notebook right now! He wanted to capture this moment, either by trying to draw it, or just writing the quote down.
"Learn from your mistake, don't be so presumptuous."
It was solid, foundational advice.
Midoriya, Hero Deku, on the other hand, had learned over his years that being the opposite of presumptuous, meekly questioning every single thing, was what brought him wisdom.
Aiwaza had a point; he meant it more so along the lines of, cobras could lurk around any corner, and that any building no matter how it looked, could be riddled with villains. It was to say: 'Never take a situation at face value due to arrogance.'
Truly, even though Midoriya had helped Todoroki accept himself better, helped him accept his fire's side, the one that he despised because of his father, he still remained conceited in some ways.
It was an arrogance that was so slight, that not many could pick up on it.
Unlike Bakugo.
Uraraka, Todoroki, Midoriya and Kirishima stood around the blueprint still, the blonde's explosions could be heard in the background.
Bakugo's group had already started.
"I mean! I don't know! What if I knocked a wall in here?" Kirishima pointed to a certain corner on the map.
"No! That won't work! Look." Uraraka now pointed. "That's a laser! It traces the interior's walls. If you knock the wall in, it will instantly know."
"And we can't just ice the laser? Or melt it?" Todoroki's response was plain.
"No, it's main components are somewhere inside of the building. Plus ice reflects. That'd set the laser off." Deku followed up.
"And I don't have enough control over my fire yet to heat the building's insides up enough to melt anything."
"Where's the main system that controls it? Where's that located?" Uraraka, putting a hand on her hip with a bit of sweet, but spicy attitude.
Aiwaza came back by. "Sometimes blueprints are inconclusive. Make the best decision based off what you have."
He was trying hard to help Uraraka get better at group input, the girl had an amazing quirk, but she was naturally a 'follower' and not a 'leader'.
Even in group efforts she lacked giving valueable input.
Uraraka ruffled her eyebrows and squinted her eyes in an annoyed manner.
No doubt the dean did this on purpose!
That Eraserhead too!
Never would she admit that Aiwaza, with his tired eyes, and bland characteristics, always sleeping inside that sleeping bag while on the job, secretly drove her insane.
(However, one thing nobody knew except the other hero-professors, was that Aiwaza only felt safe enough to actually fall asleep while on UA. With his quirk where he could erase someone's quirk as long as he didn't blink, fighting villains killed his tear ducts, and he was consistently left exhausted, pockets loaded with eye drops. And, what was worse, was all the villains knew who he was. As soon as he stepped off UA campus, it was open range season. He considered getting an apartment on UA Campus many times, but he couldn't afford it.)
Suddenly Midoriya slammed his fist into the paper. "You guys! Enough already! Let's go!"
"Are you sayin' wing-it roomie?!" Kirishma suddenly wrapped his arm around Deku's neck cutting off his air.
He was instantly choking. "Yea."
Todoroki and Uraraka both stared at Hero Deku.
Seriously? Wing it? That was abnormal.
"What?" Midoriya sputtered. "None of us can clearly make a decision! So let's just not! It's the only logical decision we have left, which isn't logical at all!"
They all nodded and shook their heads. It was true!
As the group began to walk away to their area, above the training dome there was a huge view space. Completely enclosed by thick glass, with seats.
A group of people started to filter in.
It was 1-B and 2-B.
Uraraka turned, looking upward, skyward.
Ibara, a small ant-sized person (that was how high up she was), unmistakeable with the long green vine hair, began to wave, smiling largely.
Uraraka of course waved back, Midoriya too, even though he was being choked by the Red Riot, who was just laughing carelessly as usual, huge red hairdo a complete mess as his facemask had matted it down in some places.
Ibara waved some more again from inside the glass, spurting 'that's my roommate!' to a few 2-Bs she knew. Before sitting down, she gave Uraraka a thumbs up for good luck!
She'd told Uraraka that the two upper B Classes would be observing the strategy training today, and Uraraka couldn't be more happy! Her roommate again, could perhaps get a better taste of what she was made of!
They already were awesome roommates! She wanted to show her they could be an awesome team otherwise too!
Ibara had let her in on the fact that somehow, she wished she could join a Hero League, in some city, somewhere, but she knew she would be looked over because she was not Hero Class.
Uraraka went on to say that she could do anything she set her mind to, even achieving something like that, that they both knew was extremely difficult.
Uraraka was set on showing Ibara a thing or two!
The intercoms and televisions in the balcony overlook let the B students in on what was being said throughout various areas of the course, lots of far off explosions were booming, there was a surge of electricity zapping somewhere, somehow there was a sound, loud like a motorcycle droning, and lots of screaming, shouting.
One of the courses was extremely windy, another dry like a desert, each one with some sort of environmental condition that Hero Class had to overcome.
Ibara honed in on the group that her two friends were in, unable to gather where Iida was in the course.
Some of the students had chose to stand right up against the glass to peer down, like looking over a globe, listening.
It was to educate them on advanced tactics.
Kasaya was one of the ones standing, peering down, listening, scanning over the teams using their quirks, just watching.
Ibara equally watched him from behind, as she had chose to be relaxed, to sit and sip on a can of soda.
She wasn't trying to be menacing, or weird, or a stalker, by all means, but it just perplexed her how the guy was nothing but a ghost.
Still, after being in class for 4 months. He still had never came by the room to visit.
Even the way his face looked while he watched was so detached; the guy with the crazy bone in his body. But, no one would ever guess by the way he conducted himself.
It felt awkward knowing she knew something about him that he didn't know she knew.
She just tried to concentrate on what was going on in the training field below watching the screens above and listening to the intercoms.
Kasaya, on the other hand, was fully mixed up on the inside.
It was hard.
Being here.
Above. Seeing.
Unfortunately, he knew everyone's name in his class now; various class led projects, the teacher's simply saying his other peer's names to call on them to read, recite a problem, give an answer.
He'd even come to know that the guy in his class, (that he was initially interested in maybe, kind of talking to, to ask him some questions about his cerebral quirk)... that it wasn't him that had the mental quirk called Brainwash, he was just 'talking about' a 1-C'er that possessed it! A certain Hitoshi Shinso held Brainwash, not Juzo Honenuki!
How untouchable and unreachable that person now was, not being in 1-B!
His thoughts drew back to finding a way, to strive harder, pushing deeper for a way to become better, to gain control, but it was little obstacles (like above), that made his way to 'get better' more difficult! Mostly just annoying.
C conducted their classes in the other high rise building on UA, the one that had The Golden on top of it.
He wouldn't dare look in the student registry. He didn't want to 'see' names, 'see' people's faces, 'see' quirk listings.
Names!
Shinso.
Just another one!
He hated it!
But his brain wouldn't let live them down! Could he just come to know people without them telling him their names?! Without people speaking in passing and him overhearing their names!
'Fuck.' Kasaya groaned. Society. Always introducing, always shaking hands, always conversing!
Diasuta had gotten so adept to absorption, any little blurb of a name, or a power, anything useful, it sucked it in like a vacuum cleaner.
Another reason why he was constantly inside of his huge, red headphones outside of class.
He used his music for various things (the same music he was so akin to at the clubs Ashely would drag him to); for concentration in the room when Bakugo was slamming shit around, in the dorm's halls (except that night of the ceiling flood) to not let his head stumble on information, and just to relax listening to some jams.
How he could relax listening rap techno when that was the music he was surrounded with while he was being controlled was a mystery. Just like the sake, it was one other thing he had found peace in in his dire past situation.
But... when there were a few times when he couldn't wear his stereos: While in class, while answering the phone (which was rare, he was more of a texting type), in emergency situations.
And sometimes, he would forget to put them on, like on this past laundry day. He really was... just human. He forgot shit here and there like everyone else.
This was also one of those unavoidable situations.
Their professor had strictly said they needed to watch, because a pop quiz would ensue from it, and it would be graded.
Graded!
A graded pop quiz. What bullshit.
He had no choice except to be diligent, letting Diasuta hear all the shit going on.
It already, he already, knew too much. He wouldn't dare speak a name, call on his brain at all, but... 'Damn it!'
He haphazardly slammed some bangs behind an ear, yanked on his tie.
Ibara noticed a slight irritability there; had no idea why. The movement from him had drawn her eyes back, then they returned to watching Uraraka's group, they were pictured on the tv to the left.
His head was a sponge, and right now, he could feel it racing, making his ears prick at certain data that it didn't know just yet from the intercoms, the view.
'Krishima! Harden your skin! Knock the wall down!'
Krishima. Hard Skin. Physical.
'Hey Sticky Balls! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!' and then another voice, female, 'MINETA! DID YOU HEAR HIM OR NOT?! WHERE ARE YOU?!'
That was Bakugo's voice, from somewhere.
That's right Mineta. Ibara had smacked Neito in class over hanging out with him.
Mineta. Sticky Balls. Physical, possibly mutant.
'Tsu! Hey froggy!" Another girl's voice. He'd heard that voice before too, it was that pink girl that visited him on move-in day. "Throw a tongue out or something! Get up on that bar! Wha'cha think?"
"YEA!" He watched a girl with dark green hair run across a roof, and like a frog, snap a tongue out to spin up on a ledge, balance and run across the top of a different building.
Tsu. Frog. Mutant.
It went on this way for awhile until Kasaya knew, it was impossible. His brain, it had a log of them all.
All of Hero Class. It didn't help that they had had flyers handed to them, that included all of Hero Class' pictures and quirks.
He opened it. Only for one second, immediately crushing it in his hand trying to avoid it, but he knew, all his brain needed was a quick peek.
An eidetic memory stored information like a fucking hoader's garage.
"OKAY!" A loud booming voice came from the side of the room.
Everyone suddenly turned, some almost fell out of their chair.
It none other than Mic. (He was 2-B's homeroom professor.)
They all had various professors, but their main professor was called a 'homeroom'.
Mic had this habit of sneaking up on his class and scaring them all half to death with a sudden one or two word shout.
It was the thing that Kasaya loathed the most about that specific professor! 2-B was down the hall from 1-B and he always knew when he would do that to them!
He could hear it! They all could hear it!
Mic thought it was so funny too! He was laughing now.
To Satoko, it wasn't.
Everyone knew Aiwaza was Hero Class' main.
Sekijiro Kan was 1-B's homeroom professor, which was kind of boring for Kasaya. Kan was so focused on making B the best class it was downright sickening.
That was why, aside the shouting, Kasaya preferred Mic. Mic too, was actually quite the opposite of his Hero-look while teaching.
He would sub-in occasionally for Sekijiro, and Kasaya liked it when he did, because he was at least semi-humble in some ways. He had his long blonde hair down in a bun on the back of his head, like Kasaya kept his, and he wore long-sleeved tees.
Completely casual.
His normal voice wasn't droning like Kan's, and he was actually, extremely educated for someone that put themselves up on stage consistently at UA to babble on about events; he also liked poetry.
"Test time. Everyone sit in seats over here by me. 2-B, you don't have to. This is just for 1-B right now! Sorry guys, Sekijiro had to skedaddle!"
Most of the 2-B's looked away then to involve themselves back into the fields below, watching the tactics.
All in all, between both B classes, there were about 35 of them either sitting around or standing (2-B was a bit bigger of a class), except 1-B was gathered close to Mic now.
He lifted up a hat from a chair. It was a ball cap.
"Pop quiz, I'm going to see it through for Kan, everyone ready?"
Some nodded, some didn't. Some groaned.
"Ah come'on you know you love it! The C Classes already had their pop quizzes all yesterday! Not one class gets left out!"
Suddenly his class turned to stare.
"That's right kids! YOU TOO!" He boomed.
A few 'Nani's?!' Came out of their mouths.
That set Mic to chuckling.
Kasaya was quiet, uncaring mostly. He didn't 'love' this. Not at all.
But he figured that it must of been a long day of hell for all the C homeroom professors pop-quizzing all the C students.
The C Classes were huge. 1-C wasn't so much, it was smaller like 1-B, but the other one's were. 2-C had 30 students itself, so did the ones on down the line.
(All the 1 classes were so small because they were difficult to test into.)
C Class was so ginormous total, that they were the only alphabetic class that had a dorm 3/4th's to themselves.
B and Hero, being in one building, was an obvious move. Hero was small enough in comparison to the B's that it worked out 'capacity-wise', same with C D and so on, because D was a very small.
Kasaya figured they probably did all the C's quizzes first because of the sheer size of it.
Hisashi had wanted him to make it into Hero Class (it was technically called 1-A, but nobody called it that on UA), but it wasn't possible. As high as you could rise alphabetically was 1-B.
Kasaya was at his glass ceiling, stuck where he was, unable to rise any higher by sheer grade alone.
The B's were the very prestigious ones, right below the Hero Classers, just as busy as well. B was even considered to be top of the chain most of the time; Kasaya was just pleased he'd made it this far, able to rise high enough to land his ass into a dorm, just in time for junior year, to get off that damn military base he'd been living on.
Hisashi was a good brother for thinking of moving him there, and you bet, as soon as he got clearance to do so, he did.
That was the point where he was finally, for the first time separated from Ashley.
It all happened in a few hours too.
It was on purpose.
To throw her off guard.
Suddenly and drastically he was gone from their childhood home, leaving her stricken in quick knowledge that he'd been pried from her fly-trap grip.
Hell, the Satoko home sat primarily empty now, everything was there, furniture, rooms, dishes, pictures, but Hisashi lived on base. He lived at UA. His fucking father was on a ship.
His older brother had to be the one to keep up with taking care of it. Cleaning and airing it out, Kasaya hadn't been 'home' in nearing two years.
Mic started pulling names out of the hat; they were written on pieces of paper, and Mic was too excited about it. Like he was playing some child's game: "Neito Monoma. Woo hoo! Everyone clap!"
Only a few did, they had no idea what this was even for, Mic was now getting slightly disruptive with his stupid banter, going on about some sort of package in a side room that had nothing to do with anything (or so Kasaya figured).
Satoko suddenly seen a huge explosion like a stick of dynamite go off far off into the left corner.
Bakugo.
His head snapped over that way.
Never had he actually 'seen' it before.
It was huge. Like a building was blowing to shreds.
Dirt billowed in the air. Smoke. Some of the above emergency water sprinklers turned on, the sound of them rushing was ferocious, like a heavy rainstorm.
Some of the 2-B's gasped behind him at the scene, suddenly that area became like it was in a heavy storm.
He bet his roommate was pissed now. He remembered Bakugo coming in wet as sop, like he'd fallen in a pool that night the water pipe broke above their room, he was not a happy camper.
Hell, Kasaya recalled he wasn't either.
"Hello?"
He suddenly turned back to whatever this stupid quiz was going to be.
"Hello, are you paying attention?" It was Mic.
What was the blonde teacher going on about now?
Mic was looking right at him, right into his gray eyes. "Satoko Kasaya. Are you even awake right now?"
One of the teens next to him snickered, so did Neito.
Neito was the class asshole. He could smirk and roll his eyes all he wanted, but the blue haired teen was uncaring of the teasing. He apparently had become the class bully's target since he was the odd man out in class.
"Hah?" Saya blurted.
"Satoko. Clap for yourself!"
Kasaya just raised an eyebrow. 'Why?'
"Hah?" Neito mocked, another guy elbowing him in the side saying the same thing.
"BECAUSE!" Mic stood dramatically, pointing right at his chest. "You two are the random pop-quiz winners!"
A lot the B's all turned.
"WHAT?!" Monoma suddenly shot up from his seat. He was also a blonde, gelled his hair down like a proper gangster, and he had these underlying cool-headed remarks that Shiozaki had to sometimes smack him around for like a sister. "Why are we the only ones that have to take the quiz! Unfair!"
Unfair was right. Only two people? Satoko sighed suddenly, sticking his hands in his uniform pockets.
'Right.' Life never threw him a bone. How could he forget?
"Like I was telling Neito when you weren't listening, the packages in the next room contain gear for you to use."
Kasaya remained silent. He wondered what for.
Suddenly a large alarm sounded in the dome and some flashing lights went off.
"Ah good! Their training is done!" Mic concluded. "Now go ahead you two! Get changed! And then we'll get'on down there!"
"What." Kasaya blandly blurted. 'He's got to be shitting me!' Internally, his stomach twisted up in a large knot, and his throat got dry.
"That's right! The pop quiz is that you'll be working with Hero Class as a team to defeat a team of villains! Of course the 'villians' will be some of the Hero Classer's!"
"Ah man! No fair! I wanna go!" A random person from 2-B shot up from a seat.
"You'll get a chance soon Ai! SIT!"
She instantly slammed her butt back down into a seat.
"You hear that ghost boy?" Neito slammed a hand down on Kasaya's shoulder. "We'll be working together."
He pushed the hand off his shoulder like brushing a fly away and that got under the blonde's skin, ignoring his poking words.
"You better do something other than sitting around with a thumb up your ass like in class." He got quiet and too close to Kasaya's head, which make Saya growl and leech back. "Don't make B look weak you loser."
Neito pushed him a bit and turned to walk off to the side room to get dressed.
Ibara was so interested. Finally, maybe her personal interest in knowing what Satoko's quirk is, will be fulfilled. He still didn't have a quirk registered to him in the directory.
Kasaya had no intention of following leader like that asshat into an adjacent room. "Im not doing it." He sat down in a chair, palms digging into the armrests, a silent way to tell Mic that there was no way they'd even be able to pry him out of it! Not even with a crowbar.
"WHAT?!" Mic suddenly boomed. "You'll fail the quiz."
"Don't care." Kasaya looked away from him, closing his eyes. 'Just accept! Fuck!'
"Oh no kid. You're going." Mic continued, not letting this teenage shit order him around. "It was your name that got drawn. You have to."
Kasaya gave him a hollow glare.
"Ibara." Mic growled.
Suddenly vines were all the way around Saya, pulling him to the floor, and they were tight, like his whole body was wrapped in handcuffs, chains.
She had an amazing strength!
But that wasn't what he was thinking. "YOU! Let go! Don't!" He was trying the best he could to not foul up anything by saying her name, he could control it barely, somewhat, his Level 1, but he wouldn't chance it.
"Eh, I'm sorry Kasaya." Ibara looked down on him while her vines drug him along the floor, leaving some of 1-B snickering again, Kasaya was kicking.
She really kind of felt bad. He looked desperate.
"Stop!" He was. He was stuck, he didn't want to control her! Didn't want it to set off, unable to snap her out of it! "PLEASE! Listen to me!"
Ibara looked down to see him suddenly disheveled, frowning, eyes wet-ish. It stopped her heart. That was the most 'anything' she'd ever seen on that face, and if wasn't a lot, but there was a certain shine to his eyes that indicated his unease.
He turned in a fearsome moment and tried to claw at the floor.
"NOO!" His voice was getting a bit loud.
"Ah come'on chicken!" A voice from somewhere. Snickering.
Kasaya was dragged into a separate, adjacent room where he was alone, and the door shut on him, Ibara exiting as smooth as she pulled him in.
Those vines snappy and quick. Like they had their own sort of intelligence.
The door locked.
Mic's voice boomed. "Get dressed already kid! It's not gunna be as bad as you're making it out to be!"
Kasaya started pounding his fists on the closed metal door. "Let me out! You can't do this!"
"Yes! Actually I can! I'm the teacher! Get changed!"
Kasaya banged some more, Mic had no idea! Those stupid people laughing at him out there had no idea!
Idiots! He could bust this door down easy using Diasuta! It would take not a minute, less even!
That thought sent a chill through his already chilly body. He had no alcohol. He couldn't bring it to class with him.
The need was incredible, overbearing.
He fell to his knees. He was freaking out. He felt his heart racing, pulse irate, his mind was swarming.
The brain Diasuta was not 'buzzed', settled down with some vodka. It was alert, as it always was towards the end of class, when he'd hustle back quickly, to make sure he'd get a refill.
"SON OF A BITCH!" He punched the door one last time.
"SATOKO! MOUTH!" Mic had never known the teen had it in him to cuss like such a sailor! He'd always been quiet!
Kasaya, crawling on his hands and knees, made it to the duffel bag on the floor, hoping what was inside would somehow provide him relief.
He tried so hard to look at things positive, something he was not good at.
He pulled out the navy All Might track suit. It matched ones that they wore for physical training. He had one in his closet at the dorm.
It was familiar, but it sat his eyes to just feel warm again.
He miserably began to put it on.
He kept whispering to himself, telling himself that this was okay, that everything would be okay, the suit covered all his scars, and no one would see them on the insides of his legs.
Thankfully, he wore some high tops today rather than dress shoes to class, otherwise he'd have to go without shoes, just barefoot.
After some time, the door finally opened.
It was Ibara again.
She admitted to herself. He looked awful.
Kasaya just sat in the middle of the floor, his head on his knees, forearms wrapped around his ankles. His posture looked like a little boy hiding from a friend while playing tag.
But he was not a boy.
That track suit, they all fit tighter-ish, and she could clearly see that Kasaya was incredibly fit. The suit, it even looked almost a bit too tight on him.
"Hey, you ready?"
Kasaya stood shakily, saying nothing. Not even looking at her, and just walked right back by her out the door into the main area. He didn't even brush her shoulder, kept his distance.
"Alright! Great!" Mic continued seeing him now come out of the room, looking subdued and dressed.
Neito almost spit. How could the silent turd in the back of the class look more fit than him in the track suit?! (Neito was actually incredibly thin, but thought he was hot stuff. He consistently was in the mirror at his dorm room.)
"You ready wack-o?" Neito.
Ibara snapped her fingers at that, making him shut up, the mother as always, someone had to be with that guy.
After what she'd seen of Kasaya shouting while she was dragging him in, she wasn't going to put up with Neito just making it worse.
This was bothersome to Kasaya. She wondered why.
"Pick your poison!" Mic suddenly spurted. "You get a physical 'helper' tool to go up against them!"
It was to make them less of a 'handicap' against the Hero Class.
It was a wall of defensive weapons that hung, it had been unlocked with a key which had been given to Mic by the dean.
Nothing was there that could seriously injure anyone, but it really was horrible. He knew Diasuta had a store of information to use every single one of them hanging on those pegs, therefore he had knowledge more than anyone in the class, to utilize them all to his advantage.
Defensive weapons or not, Kasaya knew how to use them to injure, to impale, to choke. To kill.
Neito picked the table over first, it was too quick: "I'm good!" He grabbed a mask from the wall and strapped it to his head, it was just plain mask, like Midnight wore, just 'eye protection'.
"Oh? Not choosing one?" Mic.
Both B classes stood around watching, they wanted to know what the chosen two's choices would be and why.
"Because I'll just copy the other's quirks and use them! My quirk isn't called 'Copy' for nothing! A physical aid like a shield would just get in my way." He looked to Kasaya. "I'll copy even yours."
"No." Kasaya silently whispered not even looking at him, hands in pockets, scanning the table.
Mic put some blonde bangs behind his ears. That one word was so resolute. Like he had faith that Nieto's quirk was powerless to his. He wondered what the quirk was that the long blue-haired teen possessed.
Everyone watched as his hand slowly came out of his pocket and landed on a traditional bamboo Kung Fu long staff.
"Is that your choice?" Neito didn't seem impressed. "It's an old broken peice of wood!"
Ibara glared daggers at the blonde. Snickers around her again. Why everyone gave into Neito's self-important nature, she'd never get. People were so crude. She was just doing what Mic asked her too by putting Kasaya in the room, but people didn't have to tease.
'Honestly!' She'd been letting Neito get a bit too mouthy! She'd have to scold him soon.
"Alright the room's going to lower now, please sit."
Kasaya grabbed a long bandana off the wall too before sitting. The only thing he was akin to at all in relation to Date's sword, the only thing samurai.
Like an elevator the upstairs enclosed balcony became detached and began to lower.
Kasaya sat in a chair away from other people, his long staff across his waist, and he did the only thing he knew he could do for himself.
He began to silently whisper, folding the long bandana pristinely into a 3 inch wide strip, concentrating on making each time he folded it as crisp as possible, clean as possible.
The samurai's prayer.
Eventually, he closed his eyes and brought it to his forehead to tie it tight behind his head. It was pure white, and the tied pieces hung down behind his head by about 12 inches.
Neito eyed him not too far away, looking for another chance to get a jest in at him.
He had no idea that Saya was quickly reaching his limits of self control.
All Neito heard out of his mouth as the tie was complete was a whisper. "Protect me ancestor from myself." Neito just rolled his eyes. He thought it was so stupid.
Everyone in Hero Class had gathered below, and was waiting. They had been waiting awhile, longer than normal. Some of the them were getting antsy.
"I wonder who it'll be today!" Ashido happily clapped. "The C classes weren't too tough!"
"I don't understand why they use our class as the trainers for the alphabetics." Todoroki commented dryly.
"They want to ensure they get training too." Midoriya commented. He was looking over at Bakugo, couldnt help it, who was being quiet for once, sitting on a large rock alone, with his index finger swirling in his left ear, he was completely soaked.
So was Mineta and Momo, who had been in the strategy group with him.
It was Bakugo's fault, yet again ,he blew something huge up and it set the emergency fire system off, setting his whole area into thunderstorm-like conditions.
Deku figured he probably got a crap ton of dirt and water in his ears.
Bakugo kept shaking his head irritably, obviously perturbed about something, Hero Deku figured also that he was probably ticked-off at Mineta or Momo, or both, and at the fact that he was covered in layer of thin ruddy soot.
However what it really was, was that Bakugo's left ear unfortunately was ringing and he was shaking his head to try to regain his hearing back. It'd always come back after awhile, but the reason he was being so quiet was because he was having a mild shell shock episode that he was trying to hide from everyone.
Midoriya having no idea though, just kept thinking it was funny that for as clean as Katsuki liked to keep himself, it was ironic and backwards how dirty his quirk made him all the time. Even so much that he'd get dirt in small nooks and crannies like in the insides of his ears, around the insides of his nostrils, even under his fingernails, he'd even seen him get pebbles and sand inside his pants before, his legs coated in a nasty dirty sweat, when he'd peel his camo-cargo pants off.
They all changed in the locker facilities back on the main part of campus, all taking a dirty bus ride back, so he couldn't help but notice things like that when they were all changing and getting ready to shower. Plus, it'd been that way since they were kids.
The floating room hissed as it locked with the ground floor, doors opening, and some of the class and Mic stepped off.
Neito stepped out. "Long time no see!" Nobody in Hero Class had him as a roommate, and he was an incredibly intelligent person, a library studier, so nobody had really seen him a whole lot except Mineta and Iida's electric roommate, who both immeadiately came over and started jibbering with him about the latest penthouse magazine, and sure enough he was in a track suit, confirmed by all the other ones; he was going to be with them in the field today. They remembered him from the tournament.
He was kind of a pain.
Iida was staring at Ibara of course, and they were sharing looks. Midoriya watched them.
Iida kind of pushed his glasses up at Neito's slightly rude toned comment, and he could tell that by the way that Ibara crossed her arms, that she was to her wits end with the guy today.
"Hey. Come out here." The blonde professor suddenly barked. He turned and put his hands in his hips like he was looking to get a 3 year old to comply. "COME!" He yelled suddenly.
Hero Class all suddenly snapped their heads to that direction. If there was even one person not paying attention, they were now!
Standing, a figure began to move it's way through the B's, some of them moving aside so it could get through.
Soon, but slow like a sloth, the person looked up as it came forward and then away from everyone out one of the huge overhead skylight windows.
Mic kind of nudged him forward, which pushed him closer to some of the Hero Classers and Neito, of all people.
"Come'on Satoko don't be such as sour puss!"
Certain ones in Hero Class popped their heads up immeadiately.
Uraraka and Ashido instantly got flushed in the face and swirly eyed. Mina of course smiling too large to contain herself.
Midoriya had a surprised look on his face.
Iida's jaw dropped, Ibara just slightly nodded her head at him.
Bakugo turned his whole head, and a few people to the back around where he was standing heard him say, "Hah?"
'Yeh.' Confirmed. Blue Bun was going to be on the field with them today.
Bakugo had a moment where he was stuck. Frozen.
'What the fuck?' Katsuki scanned him up and down, watching his face that looked removed from everything, he had a long staff hoisted up over his shoulders, equal parts of it on both sides. Bandana long.
This was... not okay.
Bakugo jumped down suddenly from the rock, to stand with his hands in his pockets, he didn't have his phone either.
None of them did.
'SHIT.' His head said. As much and he hated to text that brother, and he really didn't want to, but now... he really couldn't, because he just had no means, their stuff was all in their lockers back on main campus, four miles west.
Suki watched from afar, it was all he could do.
Aiwaza came by, not loud. "Alright. Villains are: Tokoyami, Iida, and Bakugo." He began walking away just as lazy, to go stand by the closest wall, which was a couple 100 yards away. "I'll be standing by." That was all that was heard.
"Hah?" Bakugo breathed.
Momo: "He said you're a villain. Did you not hear that?"
"I heard it fine ponytail! Shut up. Don't talk to me." He crossed his arms. He actually hadn't heard it, not well. It sounded muffled.
"Looks like you're up against your roommate." Neito came over by Kasaya. He knew from talking with Kaminari who all was rooming with who, and he laughed when he'd heard that the person that was the brunt target of his musings was rooming with the dreaded Fire Explosion Murder, or whatever his name was. "He'll blow you to pieces."
Everyone who was in right mind was looking away or trying to ignore Neito's stabs at Kasaya.
Iida and Ibara both were vividly irritated. Iida pushed up his glasses again, and Ibara rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
Midoriya, Mina and Uraraka were paying attention though, and so were Kaminari and Mineta.
Also, Bakugo, in the back, his hearing returning now upon hearing that jest to Kasaya. He'd blow anything apart if it kept him from trying to succeed! He'd be #1!
Even Blue Bun... he guessed. He looked around. Swallowed. There was insecurity in that.
'Ah well.' This guy, this blonde douche, was just roughing Blue Bun up on purpose probably.
Bakugo wondered if that was what he had to deal with all the time. Was he picked on like that a lot? Like how he'd picked on Deku?
"Whatever." Satoko mouthed.
Mic from the side wall was now lounging too, he'd walked over to talk with Aiwaza: "It begins in 10 minutes, break now for restroom or water." He yelled. He wanted to let the B students get a bit more comfortable on the terrain and some more of them were stepping off the lift gradually.
But, he gave Eraserhead a look, and the tired-looking man squinted back, and then both their eyes set to Neito.
If some sort of shit was going to start between two students, Aiwaza might have to stop it. Just a shout from Mic would knock them over perhaps, but it wouldn't stop them from using quirks.
That look from Mic to Aiwaza let Aiwaza know that this one was a bit mouthy.
That plain comment was not good enough. "You hear me?" He pushed a hand through his gelled, golden locks. Neito truly was an extremely good looking guy as well, as a flip of hair came down over his eye. Popular he was. "You're going to lose."
"Then you'll lose too." Kasaya turned to him. He shouldn't of fuckin' said that! He gritted his teeth, but he was to the end of the line, backed all the way up against the the wall already, in every single way.
Bakugo towards the back smirked, pressing his fingers down against his thighs in his pockets.
There it was. That sarcasm that he'd witnessed and came to know on a few separate occasions.
Neito walked closer, and got right in Kasaya's face. "As long as I don't lose to you. You're dull, and nobody likes you."
Kasaya looked down on his, as he was a tad shorter. "Cool."
Katsuki smirked again. Kasaya was as calm as ever, it was funny. It was pissing the guy off completely!
Neito sighed rolling his eyes, and then there was a gasp from one of the girls as Neito swung an open palm around, so fast, fully intent on making skin on skin contact to copy Kasaya's quirk.
Aiwaza didn't even have the chance, what happened, happened much faster than he could even blink! It shocked him!
Kasaya swung the staff right under Neito's feet with such force that it knocked his whole form in the air. His eyes huge as he landed right on his back.
There was no quirk to erase! Not a single one was fired!
Aiwaza's jaw fell a bit.
That was just sheer brute strength!
Neito popped back up, obviously in pain, grunting, but lunged at him again.
"STOPPPP!" Mic yelled but it was too late.
The blonde was fully intent on fighting.
Aiwaza begin to run over to get in range to use his thick scarf, woven of metal fibers to latch onto the teen to stop him, because since no quirks were being used, there was no other way.
Hero Class stood and watched, so did all of the B's. Some of the more stupid B ones began to cheer for Neito.
Bakugo began start walking forward, pulling up on his black sleeves (he had his arm grenades off). He had no idea what compelled him, and he had no reason to be bothered by this. But, he still started lunking forward.
That idiot couldn't physically harm Kasaya (he had nothing to do so with, no weapon) but something inside of him ticked.
Katsuki was kind of tiffed.
Someone was picking a fight with his roommate.
Suki stopped in his tracks. His.
Since when had Kasaya become... 'His'?
Midoriya had noticed Bakugo suddenly begin walking forward, then to suddenly stop. What was he thinking? What was he doing?!
Did he care at all that Kasaya was being poked at here or what? Him moving forward like that did, but the stopping suddenly didn't! Midoriya's head was pounding with thoughts of Kacchan picking on him, this was a similar situation right?
Or was it not? Kasaya was... fighting back. Unlike he had with Katsuki. Kasaya wasn't using a quirk either!
Deku looked. Yeh. Similar, but yet different.
Neito lunged forward towards Kasaya, and Satoko swing the staff around his body quick, and with the blunt end of it punched his gut in and Neito fell backwards.
"Stop." Saya said blandly. "He said stop."
Mic sighed, thinking it was over.
Aiwaza too, who slowed to a walk.
Neito stood up and ran back towards him then though, breathing heavy and somehow ended up maneuvering around him (which alerted to everyone that Neito actually did know some martial arts of some sort.)
It was nothing to Saya.
Much to everyone's surprise (alerting them again that Satoko knew similar tactics), Kasaya did the same move that Katsuki had seen in the penthouse except it was a back flip instead of a front flip, and with one hand, spun the staff under Neito's foot.
Neito evaded, got down into a defensive position then and swung a high kick, which was blocked by the staff.
Aiwaza began running again, and Mic turned on his heel and began sprinting too.
That sudden movement set Kasaya to leech away, a natural reaction to incoming forms, and Neito just followed, running after him, so angry.
All the students knew it was the teacher's job to break the students up, so they didn't interfere.
Neito hunkered down and grabbed another staff made of steel the table in a clean sweep as he ran by. "Don't get to high off yourself ghost!"
Suddenly a full on staff battle was taking place.
Kasaya swung the staff around his body, right to toe, left 45, and snap on contact.
Neito more frontal, and less able in usage of his body, knew more forward assaults. And began snapping it against his wooden staff, in an attempt to split it, but the problem was he couldn't because he just didn't have as much upper body strength as the other.
Kasaya kicked off of a tree and lunged a knee into Neito's stomach, making him cough and lerch back, leaving Kasaya to do three backflips, with Neito swishing his staff back and forth over him missing every time.
Suddenly Kasaya stopped, and very controlled, came down into a kata so low body and at right angles that it looked a combination of Kung fu, and something that the others couldn't place.
Like a samurai. He crouched. Ready.
The staff swirled around his neck and the left hand came out into a pose.
Neito lunged at him, and Kasaya's wrist snapped, and using his swirling wooden staff, loosening Neito's grip and viciously yanked the steel staff right out of Neito's hands, shocking the shit out of him.
Then with both weapons, swung them over his head in a smooth sweep and crossed them like scissors across his body.
Duel-wielding.
Aiwaza and Mic were still running after these little shits! Mic had shouted a few more times, but it didn't stop Neito.
They were all over the more open field area where they were all gathered, but Eraserhead realized that the blue-haired teen was keeping Neito away from the others and busy. He was clearly controlling the fight, unknown to Neito at all.
Kasaya internally sighed in his pose, which only lasted a second as the blonde lunged at him again. He was better than his brother, but he was more reckless.
A few times the guy had gotten close to snapping his steel staff (while he'd still had it) off into some of the Hero Class that were some of the weaker ones, particularly at that Tsu girl, she was frog-like, and probably could of jumped away, or whatever, but instead of making her have to do that, Kasaya instead swung his own staff in Neito's way, knowing Neito was just raging and not paying enough attention, for the staffs to meet about 6 feet from where she was standing with a heavy crack.
Kasaya didn't even have a moment to see a look on her face, not that he cared, all he was slightly good with was that she didn't get hurt.
Suddenly, Neito was on the ground.
"You done?" Kasaya mocked. "Because I am."
Neito finally was coming out of his red-eyed rage, realizing that the ghost looming over him had not only taken his weapon, but not really harmed him, just physically wore him out, and also... he hadn't broken a sweat at all.
Exactly how physically fit was this guy?
That made him mad again. "You! YOU JACKASS!" Neito barked.
Kasaya was losing it, and began popping out more words than he should allow. "Shut up. You're small. That's why you act out."
"SMALL?! Who the hell you callin' small?!"
Aiwaza and Mic slowed to a walk, almost there. Thank the gods! It was just a verbal battle now. Mic was actually completely out of breath.
"You!"
Bakugo's ears pricked. Loud. Kasaya was getting loud. Probably not the best idea, Eraserhead was over there though, so the two dipshits fighting, and this lame battle would draw to a close.
He smirked though. Kasaya had whipped his ass! Copycat deserved it though. 'What'a dick.'
Bakugo was pleased with the few retards who had been cheering for Neito, who were silenced now. He could almost chuckle! How they were eating their words!
"I don't like you! You make 1-B out to be worthless! It's people like you that don't deserve to be taught at UA!" Neito spat at him.
Kasaya growled, his barrier of calm was cracking. "You have no idea! You're so strung up on yourself that you can't even think of anyone else! You have no clue why I'm here!"
"Then why don't you show me fuckwad!"
Kasaya lost it. No liquor to calm him. He yanked Neito up by his collar from the ground and actually hoisted him off his feet.
It all happened so fast that everyone in the whole area gasped. The sheer strength of the long haired one was utterly vexing!
Kasaya brought his face close to his face, and Neito began bringing one of his hands up.
They all knew what that meant.
'Oh shit.' Bakugo started pushing through B and Hero now. "Move! Get out the way!"
Ashido, Uraraka, Iida, Ibara and Midoriya all heard and turned their eyes to Katsuki.
He looked like a ferocious tiger in cage the way he stalked and pushed through the crowd, and with purpose! Heading right for the two!
Midoriya was the only one that recognized a slight bit of 'knowed-ness' on Kacchan's face.
Kasaya leaned his head over, exposing his neck more. "Give a try then asshole. Let it kill you."
Those words were vile. It shivered everyone.
"No!" Aiwaza shouted, blinking.
Katsuki stopped.
Kasaya haphazardly let go and Neito plummeted to the ground, even though he'd touched one fingerpad to his neck.
Eraserhead took Neito's quirk away.
"You and you!" Eraserhead pointed eyes peeled, like someone who was high off a drug. "Opposite ends of the fields with the exercise! Both two weeks of detention! Two weeks cleaning duty! Two weeks community service!"
"Not bad." Kasaya.
"Huh?" One of the students standing closer-ish to him popped out.
"What?!" Neito spit out to him.
Aiwaza and Mic raised an eyebrow. Who was this kid? How could he be so uncaring! He just got detention, chores and services!
Nobody knew Kasaya had been in juvenile jail, no punishment that this school could do would bother him. Also, after being under Ashley, those three things were absolutely nothing to him.
Aiwaza blinked.
Everyone began adjourning back to their groups, talking, some still eyeing the two that had just engaged in a fight.
Kasaya started picking up the staffs.
Neito began dusting himself off looking away.
"Hey dipshit." Bakugo. After Eraserhead cooled it down, he'd wandered over.
Neito looked up at the other blonde, with the orange and black 'wing-like' headdress, then looked away to continue dusting. It wasn't addressed to him, but he was fully intent on sitting there and not moving too much for a bit. He was hurting, pretty bad.
"Hn?" Kasaya said back blandly.
Midoriya watched from pretty far away.
Satoko turned on his heel. And began to walk, and to Hero Deku's surprise, Kac... er 'Katsuki's walking with him?' He hated being seen with anyone! That was probably the reason why he was looming so far behind the two Satokos that evening, but this was clear... Bakugo turned slight and was walking five feet away, but aside Kasaya, hands in pockets.
He just wished he could hear what they were saying.
Bakugo spoke low, on a level that he knew people couldn't pick up on, Kasaya knew then what he was saying was meant to be for him only. It spiked his attention.
Since when did he do that? This? Kasaya was instantly drawn in.
Bakugo wasn't looking at him, but away in the distance somewhere.
"How many hours it been?"
"For?" He lifted up on the staffs a bit, their weight wasn't an issue, it was how he was carrying them, making him sort of off balance. He corrected it. Of all things, even picking up after that moron Neito. How irresponsible.
"You know what for." Slight irritation.
"Ah." Kasaya cleared his throat. Was he actually? No. Surely not. Concerned? "Since this morning."
'Nah that's too much.' Saya pushed that thought out.
"Half a day?"
"Yeh."
"Why?" It came directly after.
Kasaya looked at him, and similarly, Katsuki's cinnamon eyes looked, even though facing forward, he used his peripheral vision while strolling.
"Can't bring it to class. There's no where to go."
Bakugo cleared his throat.
Kasaya wasn't sure whether that was a sign to keep it down (which he was), or something else.
What it was, was something else.
He'd rushed over because he thought certainly that that Neito would die.
Dangerous. Kasaya and Diasuta.
He. They. Dangerous.
But as Aiwaza blinked, Bakugo knew it got solved.
But he'd gotten a bit loud at people to move the F out of his way. And some overheard. Bakugo for a split second, for some reason, had had a thought that he would be the only one that could stop him, Kasaya.
His thoughts in that moment, had run right to when he'd thrown a hand in his face and screamed his name to STOP up in that penthouse.
Why had he not thought that Eraserhead couldn't stop him?
Eraserhead had only stopped Neito though, not Kasaya.
"Do'you think your quirk would'a killed him?" Katsuki.
"Nah."
"Hah?" He was confused. His pale face and sharp chin now turned left to actually face him. 'What?'
"Even if he got it for 5 minutes, he has no idea what it is."
Made sense. Suki poked his bottom lip out. The guy had a point.
"He doesn't have..." Saya pointed to his head.
True yet again. Neito doesn't have his roommate's brain. But whatever did that mean? Hisashi hadn't explained further on 'other details.'
Bakugo grinded his back molar across another molar. Unnoticed by the other.
He needed. It had put him in a mood watching his roommate kick someone else's ass in.
Neito was watching from afar. Completely flabbergasted at this! Holy shit! He figured that Explosion Death Rattle would of blown him to kingdom come by now!
He was wrong. Neito also grinded his teeth.
"Wha?" Kaminari noticed, as he was back over by him with Mineta in tow again.
"Wha, do they like? Get along?" It was mean.
"Eh." The electic guy started up. "They had a pipe break over thier room awhile back and I came up and charged their phones for them, they seemed to be getting by... kind of."
Neito was irritated! He wanted the idiot to be picked on! Not getting a break or rest even at the dorm! He hated him! Wanted to make his life a living hell for being a zero. For being nothing! For making 1-B look plain and not chipping into their professor's intentions!
Sekijiro wanted 1-B Class to excel to better themselves and best Hero Class! That was his goal! And Neito agreed! He wanted everyone in B to also get placement in a Hero League!
They all deserved it except that idiot; he did nothing to contribute and his solitary nature made him so mad!
Bakugo stopped, while they were still far enough away from everyone else. "Hey."
Saya halted too.
Some sort of something was happening over there, Midoriya noticed, confused.
He was stuck inside the girl's chat of Uraraka and Mina going on about how incredibly strong and fit Satoko Kasaya was. Ibara was there, just agreeing but saying nothing more than that, playing lame duck, just like he was, playing dumb.
Kasaya turned his head to face him, and their eyes met. They'd both stopped now.
Even though they were five feet away from each other, Kasaya felt a haze of warm coming to his face, that hot fire glare intense on him.
Katsuki was covered in drying dirt, he looked like he'd just come from a war.
Intense. Yet again.
Kasaya wanted to put his bangs in his face.
Just to what?
The answer came in his head: 'Just to stare out from underneath of them. Still. At him.'
'At him.' Kasaya's mind repeated a few times. At this one. This person. The roommate. The biker cut. Wild hair.
He had a strike of shiver go through him, suddenly remembering standing close to him in the elevator.
It was hot in there.
He'd had his arms under his arms to hold him up; hair smelling of shampoo. Close.
Bakugo was caught. Gray eyes looked reminiscent. There was life there, like he'd seen while with him on the balcony.
That. He... liked. Better than that dead look; that he could at least say to himself.
'His.' His mind had put emphasis on that word. Just that one word.
"We'll have one later, yeh?" Bakugo's mouth barely opened to say it.
Did the blonde mean... 'To have a drink?' Kasaya was stuttering around. How was it that these few 'newer' moments with his roommate, were washing out thoughts of Ashley? His shit life?
Was it because? Were they actually... becoming? Friends?
Kasaya wanted to say no. 'Yeh.' Came out.
Bakugo then gave him the trace of a smallest tiniest smile, turned to walk away.
Kasaya was left standing there watching that back with broad shoulders, in a hero costume that was slightly military, stride, muscles under that tank he was wearing ripped, shredded.
He watched a girl from B stare him down as he walked by, an instant near mouth foam on her part.
Bakugo ignored it, his head snapped the complete opposite direction, playing aloof.
'Yeh.' Kasaya got that, loud and clear. "Same." He sighed and began to walk the other direction thinking of something else.
He'd seen that smile before.
On Bakugo.
Up close once.
Somewhere.
Or, maybe he hadn't?
He couldn't remember.