Yoshihara walked out of the elevator that led to the suite atop the Love Hotel, took her bag off and slung it over to the corner of the living room. Afterward, she ripped a post-it note off the side of the elevator, an annoyed expression on her face. She knew what it was going to say, but even still she decided to read it. And, lo-and-behold her assumption of what was on the note was correct.

Written on it was an explanation that Nemuri had to go to work and that she most likely wouldn't be home by 12 AM at the latest and 10 PM at the earliest. In other words, she was going to get off of work, get shit-faced, then come back a slobbering mess and pass out on the couch.

It wasn't as if she was assuming that out of nowhere. This was a common thing for her to do. She'd go to work just as she said for an afternoon patrol, and then once it was done, she'd go to the local bar, get shit-faced, then crash on the couch and wake up with a horrible hangover that would then lead to her being extremely bitchy the next day.

Yoshihara hated it when she did that. But, at the same time, Kayama-san led a very stressful life. When every day could potentially be her last, drinking after a successful shift was a little bit of a reward. Granted, she didn't do it every day, but the days she did it caused a small amount of chaos.

Balling up the post-it note as she scoffed, Yoshihara threw it into the nearby trash can. Once she got rid of the note, she walked over to her backpack and opened it. She rummaged through the bag and brought out her phone, placing it on the table in the living room in case Izuku called her. She didn't expect him to call her, after all the kid was a nervous wreck. When she talked to him, she knew that it was probably the first time a girl that wasn't his mother spoke to him.

It was actually kind of endearing. The way his eyes shone when he realized that someone was talking to him without the purpose of shoving him into a locker. The endearing thought turned to one of sadness. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that his life probably sucked.

Then came that asshole who was supposedly his "friend." Midoriya called him Kacchan, but her teacher called him Bakugo-Kun. So, his name was Bakugo. She didn't the story behind how Midoriya viewed that piece of work as a "friend" but quite frankly she didn't care. No one treated another person like that and was labelled a friend.

And speaking of that shit disturber…

She did it again today, tapping into that part of her she only tapped into when she needed to. A part of her that amplified her… intrusive thoughts. For as long as she could remember, it only manifested as a pink arm and a glove that could cause people and objects to explode, or at least parts of them to explode by inflating them like a bubble and blowing them up. It usually ended up spreading to the rest of their body and leaving them as the clothes they wore, and sometimes not even that.

The most it ever summoned were a pair of arms, or, rarely, a pair of legs that looked nearly identical to the hands, though instead of gloves, they were knee-high boots with golden skull emblems on the sides.

She had no idea what it was, but whatever it had been, she had it since she was eight years old. It was a direct result of coming down with some sort of illness that gave her a horrible fever and nearly killed her. Ever since then, however, she never had gotten it again. Nobody could see it, and it annoyed her but the effects it left behind were very real, so people knew she had some kind of Quirk, most people assuming it was a psychic ability.

A part of her believed that the illness unlocked her ability—because in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't a Quirk, whatever it was. Then again, it sounded outrageous, which was why she only believed it like someone would believe a fairy tale—a fictional thing that would be cool to think of being real.

Walking up the stairs and into her room, she grabbed a clean pair of clothes, that being a sleeveless crop top, a pair of black shorts, a bra, some underwear, and some cat-themed socks. She then quickly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Turning on the hot water, then the shower directly afterward, she began to strip. She had deliberately turned the hot water on the fog up the mirrors so that she didn't have to look at herself. She still got a gross feeling whenever she did.

Stepping into the shower, she felt the hot water pelt against her body. She liked the feeling, it was like stepping into a hot spring, and the steam helped with congestion, so that was also a plus. The water flowed off of her skin and onto the floor below, her hair getting soaked as she ran her hand through it so it didn't get full of knots and tangles.

Whenever she entered the shower, she felt safe. There was nothing that anyone could do to harm her within its smokey confides. She embraced its warmness, like that of someone holding onto her, closely.

When she was growing up, she never felt that kind of warmness, from anyone, for any reason. Her life was always cold, filled with cold-hearted people that exploited her for their reasons. As a result, she herself grew cold to everyone, everything, for every reason. If she showed any sort of weakness then it would be another facet for her to be exploited.

Contrasting that to showers, and the warmness they gave. They were the only thing that gave her that type of warmth. Call it childish, call it strange, call it bizarre, call it whatever you like, but to her, showers were sacred, and no one, not even a hero or a police officer, could take that away from her.

However, showers also served a purpose. That purpose is to clean oneself, and in a way, she also viewed it as a way to wash away the sins that she might have committed that day. Of course, she hadn't committed any for eight months now, so that side of her appreciation for showers had faded away due to a lifestyle change. So, she used it for its other purpose, and that was for cleaning. And, of course, like any normal person, she did just that.

Reaching for the shampoo, she placed some into her hand before putting it back on the shelf she quickly lathered her hair and then rinsed it out. Then, reaching for another bottle, she added some of Nemuri's special conditioner to fix any sort of hair damage, placed the bottle back on the shelf, scrubbed it in with her fingers, then rinsed it out.

Finally, after all of that, she reached for the bar of soap, then began to wash her body, getting every single nook and cranny, armpits included. When she was done, she put the bar of soap back where it belonged, rinsed it off, then turned off the shower.

Usually, when it came to showers, Yoshihara liked to take longer ones. However, the blonde still needed to get other things done before Nemuri got home, like helping clean the rooms with the staff and then studying for the final exam coming up. She also probably was going to need to fix dinner for the two of them because she didn't particularly like take-out. In other words, she couldn't waste time in the shower like she usually did.

Opening the curtains, she reached out for the towel and sighed, wrapping it around her body as the steam died down. Again, she didn't want to look at her body. Otherwise, she'd be reminded of a time she tried to forget.

As soon as she stepped out of the shower and as soon as her foot came into contact with the mat outside of the shower, she slipped and nearly hit her head on the side of the bathtub. Thankfully, however, she reached out for the handle by the shower curtain, stopping herself from hurting herself.

"That was close…. But… why was the mat all slippery like that? The curtain was fully closed, so no water should've leaked out." Yoshihara muttered, trying to stand up, only to fail, slipping again. "Gah! What the—?!" Yoshihara near shouted as she pulled herself up, kicking the mat to the side as it slid across the floor.

"That's strange… the mat slid so seamlessly. But it didn't leave a wet trail behind it. Was it really that soaked?" Yoshihara thought, frowning. A sigh left her as she cleared away the stupid thought. She was thinking about it too much, it probably just was that soaked.

Her foot made contact with the floor, and much to her surprise, she slipped again, though this time she was able to move her foot back onto the edge of the shower tub. "Okay, what the fuck. What the hell is going on? The last time I checked, things don't just *become* slippery for no reason," Yoshihara stated, testing again and getting the same result. She tried moving out of the tub from the other side of the floor, this time succeeding.

"Strange…" As soon as she said that, a bubble floated around the room. A purple star was within the bubble, which caused Yoshihara to raise her eyebrow. "Where did this thing come from? It's not like I have some kind of specialized soap that creates specialized bubbles… so, where did it come from?" Yoshihara thought as she got closer to examine it.

…

"Huh…wonder what that star could be?" Kyoka said, sarcastically. She wasn't particularly comfortable with the shower scene, and was already in what Johnny called 'tomato mode.'

"I think that confirms that the purple kid is a Joestar too," Josuke said, crossing his arms. "Of course, we haven't seen his neck yet, but with that cliffhanger last time, who else could it be?"

"I think he's a Jirou," Gyro said, and Kyoka gave him an annoyed look. "Hey! What can I say? There's a resemblance there, you can't deny that!"

"Do you think everyone who just happens to have purple hair is related to me?"

Gyro sighed, and leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Trust me, Viola, I'm gonna be right, and you're gonna be mad. I'm calling it right now, he's a Jirou."

Johnny snorted as the two began exchanging insults, as per usual. Their friendly rivalry always tended to lift his spirits, it provided him with the small amount of chaos needed to shake up his day. "I'm curious to see what this bubble is going to do because it's definitely not harmless if any of the Stand Battles I've been through have taught me anything."

"It is often the most simplistic of abilities that turn out to be the most complicated." Santana agreed from the other side. "Something as rudimentary as a bubble could very well be a weapon capable of whittling down the enemy."

"*cough* Caesar Zeppeli *cough*" Kyoka replied, and Gyro pointed at her.

"Oh no, don't you go and turn this around on me!"

…

"What is—" Before she could finish speaking, the bubble popped, causing her to slip and fall on her ass as she held onto her towel so that it didn't fall off. "Gah—shit!" The loud thump caused her to groan in pain. She flinched when she sat up due to the shock that was sent throughout her body.

"What the hell?" Yoshihara thought as she attempted to grab onto the edge of the tub. However, her hand slipped off of it, and because it slipped, her hand pushed against it rather than grabbing it. As a result, she began to slide to the edge of the wall, crashing into it.

"Oh no, oh god—!" Yoshihara cried as she connected with the wall, her shoulder hitting the wall first before the rest of her body. A pained gasp escaped her lips as she rubbed her shoulder, which was now exposed revealing there to be a small star just on the nape of her neck mixed in with a bunch of other scars.

Blinking a few times as she shook her head. Confusion filled her mind, and it reflected on her expression, mixed with a hint of pain. "Ow! Okay, what in the actual fuck is going on!" Yoshihara shouted as she tried to stand up, failing, and as a result, falling on her back as she cursed under her breath.

"It's like something is preventing me from stabilizing myself! But why? Is this some sort of villain attack?" Yoshihara thought, observing her surroundings. With all the training she had with Nemuri, if a villain had decided to attack her, for whatever reason they might have had, she could easily defend herself.

However, there was just one issue. No one was in the bathroom with her. So, that begged the question of what was causing her to fall over and lose her ability to stand up. With that came yet another question: Where was the person who was attacking her? As she began to think back to what could've caused this, a sudden realization washed over her.

"The bubble!" Yoshihara blurted out, her eyebrows scrunching as she thought. "But how… it would have to be someone's Quirk. And considering it isn't a part of someone, it would also have to be an emitter Quirk, meaning they have to be on the same floor as me. Emitter Quirks aren't known for their vast range away from the user and usually fizzle out after being too far from the user unless I were to discount the Todoroki family. But then again, the Todoroki Family is known for fire and ice Quirks. So that's not possible either. What I do know, however, is that the person has to be close by, otherwise their Quirk won't work…." Yoshihara deduced, reaching for the door handle. When her hand made contact with the door handle, it slipped as she cursed. "Shit… but that doesn't explain why don't I have the ability to grab things anymore, or stand up…." Yoshihara pondered aloud as she reached for the door handle.

She tried grabbing it again, only for her hand to slip. At this point, she was getting frustrated. She went to try again, with the idea that in the back of her mind, it would work. However, when her fingers graced the handle, she stopped, before pulling her hand away. If it wasn't working the first time, nor did it work the second, why try again? Whoever the person was who was doing this had to have been trying to get her to feel helpless. At least, that was what she thought.

Then, she thought back to the bubble. When it popped, she slipped and fell. Clearly, the bubble had some ability that caused her to lose her balance. But… that didn't explain why she couldn't get up, stand, or grab things. Balance would only knock out the ability for her to stand up. So it wasn't just her balance that was gone. It was something else.

That was when it hit her.

"Wait a minute… I didn't lose my balance because of the bubble, nor did I lose the ability to grab onto things. That's not the case, not entirely…! The reason why I can't stand up or grab onto anything, and the reason why I slid across the floor, was because I have no friction in my body! The bubble that popped in my direction stole my friction! That's the only reasonable explanation as to why I can't stand or grab anything. Without friction, a person can't do anything, no matter how hard they try!" Yoshihara thought as a smirk came across her face.

…

"That is pretty strong," Dabi commented, also taking note that his family was mentioned, sharing a glance with Santana as he did so. "The ability to remove friction could honestly fuck anyone up unless they can fly."

"Bubbles, slippery, makes sense," Himiko replied. "I'd be helpless in that situation, to be honest. Slipping around…knives, not a good mix."

"A deceptively powerful Stand Ability…" DIO said, clasping his hands and sitting up in his seat. "One that immediately throws the opponent into a disadvantageous situation, but…I don't think that's quite the full extent of its power."

"How so?" Santana asked, interested.

"Simple, it was one bubble. If these bubbles could take away someone's friction, and only that…shouldn't they use more than one to send the whole bathroom into chaos? Using it on Kira alone though…suggests that they are simply testing the waters. That means there must be more to the Stand Ability than meets the eye."

…

As soon as she came to that conclusion, one of the arms that the blond could wield struck out from her left shoulder and grabbed onto the door handle as the right of the leg manifested, shadowing over her own leg as she used it to stand up.

"But, I guarantee that the person who is attacking me doesn't know about my ghostly arm ability. If they did, then their plan would've worked. They took my friction, but they didn't take its friction," Yoshihara said, a smug smile coming across her face.

With the help of the ghostly arm and leg, she was able to walk out of the bathroom and scope out the hallway, all the while keeping the towel over her body. But when she looked outside of the bathroom, expecting to see someone, no one was there.

"What? Then how?" Yoshihara thought, confusion once again popping into her mind as a sneer forced itself on her face. She scanned her surroundings again, her confusion turning into frustration. There would be no possible way for the person that had attacked her and stole her body's friction to not be either outside the door or, at the very least, on the same floor as her.

And seeing as this floor was just a hallway with a row of locked rooms, and with all of the doors closed and still locked, there should've been someone here. It was then that another bubble blew past her from behind her, causing the teen to get into a defensive stance. "Oh no, you don't. You're not popping again this time!" Yoshihara thought as she glared at the bubble.

Seeing as the other arm had been busy trying to hold her up, another ghost arm shot out of her right shoulder and grabbed the bubble, not popping it in the process. Now that she had it, she had a better chance to get a decent look at it. The bubble was clear with a purple star in it. From what she could tell, it was rubbery in texture but fragile. However, before she could analyze it any further, it popped again. This time, her friction returned, but then, suddenly, everything went black.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Yoshihara cried out, grabbing at her face, and it was then that she realized that in place of her friction being back, she was now blind. "My eyes! My eyes! I can't see a damned thing! What the fuck!" She collapsed to the ground as one of the arms punched the wall, causing spiderweb-esque cracks to sprout out from the impact.

…

"How easily I was proven right!" DIO said with a grin. "Those bubbles clearly steal much more than friction!"

"Jesus…" Gyro muttered, scratching the back of his head. "That complicates things quite a bit, doesn't it? If that was used on me, I wouldn't be able to spot the Golden Rectangle…or aim for that matter."

"Honestly? Seems like a Stand Ability worthy of a JoJo." Kyoka said, holding up a few fingers. "Unique ability, cute gimmick, tons of clever ways to fight, and we haven't even seen the design yet, but I bet it kicks ass. I'm looking forward to seeing this thing in action."

…

She needed to calm down. The villain could easily sneak attack her and get her if she didn't. So, before she panicked any further, she did a quick breathing exercise, taking deep breaths in and out before finally, her breathing slowed, and she reached a level of calmness that allowed her to think rationally.

"Okay, calm down. The enemy has a Quirk that can shoot bubbles with stars in them that pop and steal an aspect of a person, like friction or vision. However, they can only steal one aspect at a time, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stand or move or grab things properly. They have to be close by if their Quirk is an emitter and I vastly underestimated the range they had. Either that or they have to be nearby a vent connecting this floor with the one below it, and specifically was close by to the bathroom where I was. Or, and this option is the least likely, the bubble is like my ghost arms and legs, intangible to the naked eye. So… either it floated through the vents, floated through the floor, or a wall…, or, they're on the same floor as me, but if they were, why haven't they attacked me?" Yoshihara thought, feeling the wall beside her as she began to stand on her two legs and sauntered to the staircase.

…

"You know, I'm surprised she hasn't realized that these aren't Quirks yet." Momo said, her eyebrows raised. "These abilities are far too complicated and situational."

"Back when I first awakened Star Platinum, I thought I was possessed by an evil spirit." Jotaro explained, recalling his stint in prison. "There was a time where Stands weren't really common knowledge, and were usually mistaken for Quirks. Even so…I knew it wasn't a Quirk when I awakened it, I was 17 at the time, I spent a large majority of my childhood Quirkless."

"Makes sense, back in the 80s, info on Stands was practically non-existent." Johnny said, humming to himself. "It was only a rumor."

"I believe it was our battle that finally brought public awareness to Stands, am I correct Jotaro?" DIO asked with a grin. "Those events would be quite hard to forget, despite the Speedwagon Foundation's best attempts to cover it up."

"You can't just cover up mass destruction and a madman murdering civilians for fun."

"It's kinda hard to believe that Stands used to be a secret." Izuku said, pulling out his notebook to show some of the pages he had written on some of the Stands they had encountered. "Just like Quirks…they've become the norm. I have whole files of information on them. It seems as though they never really became public in this universe."

…

She felt around for the rail and began to walk down it slowly. Then, another pop reverberated around the room as her vision returned, but as soon as she could see, Yoshihara began sliding down the stairs, crashing into the walls again, making her head spin and her mind filled with murderous thoughts. Yoshihara groaned as she stood up, still able to. "Mother fucker… when I find this damned villain, I'm going to give him my two cents…," the blonde grumbled as she blinked.

Whoever this villain was, they were targeting her and her alone. She scanned the area as she tried to spot the person. However, there was no one there to spot, meaning that they weren't in the suite with her. That was good because that meant that they somehow got the key to the elevator that only she and Kayama-san had, and unless they got a copy of the key made, that implied bad things for Kayama-san.

That left only two other options. The person was using the various rooms below them to float the bubble through the vents, or the option that implied that the person in question had an ability similar to her own strange ghost arms but in the form of bubbles, and she was more than likely to believe the former over the latter.

"Where the hell…." Before she could finish, another bubble came her way, this one zooming toward her as she glared at it. "Oh hell no!" Yoshihara spat, the two arms sending a fist barrage toward the bubble. The arms moved so fast that it all looked like a bunch of pink and black lines with fists were hitting the bubble. The end result led to it dispersing, only for it to pop, causing her to fall and slip again.

"Okay, that's it! If I can't find you here, then that means I gotta improvise!" Yoshihara snarled, sliding into the stairwell as the pink arm grabbed onto the pole, spinning her around and launching her toward the window. As soon as she made an impact towards the window, it shattered, sending her flying out, only for the pink arm to grab the floor, the fingers slipping occasionally. As she dangled, she stared at the ground below.

"Okay, note to self, not a good idea, not a good idea at all! What the hell was I thinking?! I could've died if my ghost arm didn't grab the floor! Fuck, Nemuri is going to kill me!"

She gripped her towel with her free hand, trying to keep a hold of it while her ghost arm was holding onto the floor. She could hear people screaming from the ground below. Clearly, they were freaking out over something, that something probably being her. Then again, you don't see someone dangling from the top floor of a Love Hotel every day.

She swallowed her lunch back down. Now was not the time to freak out. She took in a deep breath as more people began to gather at the bottom. Then, in a move that caused her heart to jump out of her chest, the arm let out as she fell, and when she did, time seemed to slow down for her.

Why? Well, other than the fact that she was now falling to her death, she finally found the person who was causing her all of this mess, and she made eye contact with them. How? Because they were on the floor just below her, just like she thought they would've been. And, to add proof to the pudding, they had a bubble in between their fingers.

The person in question was a boy. He looked young, around her age, with a pompadour on his head. He had purple eyes and a semi-muscular build. He wore a green mesh shirt with a yellow one underneath, as well as a pair of purple pants.

The boy stared at her, wide-eyed. Yoshihara felt a rage unlike any other wash over her. This man, this one man right here was the one causing her so much grief, especially after she had such a good day too. Yoshihara wasn't going to let this asshole just get away with winning against her. No, she was going to make sure he knew damn well never to mess with her ever again!

Then, without warning, as a result of all of her built-up rage, a figure materialized before Yoshihara, the sound of shattering glass echoed around her as it appeared.

It was a pink, humanoid cat creature with the same arms and legs as before. It wore a skirt around its waist with golden dots on the lip of the skirt, with a giant gap in the center, exposing the area where the privates would've been if it had any. Its head had triangle-like things on the top of its head, almost mimicking cat ears, and its eyes had white sclera and pink pupils.

The creature reeled back a punch and smashed the window, grabbing onto the frame, and vaulting Yoshihara into the room as the boy took a step back. Before Yoshihara could even process what had just happened, the boy began to run. However, he didn't make it far as the figure grabbed onto his neck, slamming him onto the bed within the room.

"W-Wait, I can explain!" The boy shouted as Yoshihara caught her breath, sneering at the boy as she stood up, a dark glare in her eyes. Blood dripped from the cuts that the shattered glass had caused as she balled up her fist, the cat-like creature mimicking her hand's movement.

"Oh, you can, can you? Well, how about you do that… in the hospital!" Yoshihara snarled as the cat-like creature ripped him off the bed and threw him over to the door. Then, before the boy could counter, the cat-like creature began to pummel the boy into oblivion, screaming out a warcry as it did so.

"SHIBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBOBO!SHIBO!"

With the final blow struck to the boy's mouth, blood exploded out of the boy's face as he crashed through the door, hitting the wall behind him as he slumped over in a heap, his head tilted to the right as the aura that had come over him when he was getting pummelled, a light blue aura to be exact, fizzled away.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, her shoulder began to ache. The pain was so bad that it caused Yoshihara's knees to buckle and for her consciousness to begin to fade, and with it, the cat-like creature disappeared as she passed out.

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Name: ?

Stand Name: ?

Status: Defeated

Stand appearance: Unknown

Abilities:

Bubble Generation: ? can generate star-embedded floating bubbles, which must make contact with their target to work effectively. However, ? can control where the bubbles can fly, allowing him to send them where they are needed.

Plunder Bubble:

?'s signature ability is to "steal something from an object and take it for itself", which works in conjunction with the bubbles ? can summon. ? can thus steal aspects or properties of inanimate and living things. Said properties seem to also be smaller objects that come from bigger objects.

Stats:

Destructive Power: ?

Range: ?

Speed: ?

Precision: ?

Persistence: ?

Developmental Potential: ?

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Name: Kira Yoshihara

Stand Name: ?

Status: Defeated

Stand Appearance: ? is a visibly muscular humanoid Stand about as tall as Kira herself, coloured in light pink. Its crown is flat, while two sharp, triangular shapes resembling cat ears stand on both sides of the top of its head. Its eyes comprise cat-like vertical pupils in front of its generally light-coloured sclera. It has no nose, and its thin-lipped mouth is perpetually closed.

It wears dark, studded leather-like forearm-length gloves, mirrored in style by a garter belt-like band at its waist and ankle-height footwear. Its thumbs are additionally bandaged in white. Four short spikes line the top of its back. Its shoulder, both its hands, its belt buckle, both sides of its ankles, and the top of its feet all bear the same emblem of a skull with ears resembling its own, in varying sizes and external decoration.

Ability:

Explosive Bubbles: ?'s primary ability is to create bubbles that explode on contact. They can form on objects, tires, or people and will then inflate and explode. Depending on the intent of the user, these bombs can destroy things to their cellular level or simply leave behind burns of varying degrees and or extreme damage to the person they touch.

Stats:

Destructive Power: A

Range: D

Speed: B

Persistence: B

Precision: B

Developmental Potential: A

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Yoshihara woke up in a room that was unfamiliar to her. She blinked, slowly regaining consciousness. The first thing she noticed was that she had small bandages over the cuts she had acquired from jumping through the window of the Love Hotel, and she was now wearing a hospital gown. "W-What the…" Yoshihara grumbled as she rubbed her head.

"Good, you're awake," a voice spoke out as she jumped as a doctor stared at her. He wore a white doctor's coat, black thick-framed glasses, and thin black hair. "You've been out cold all day. You were in quite the fight for a kid your age. Your caretaker is on their way, so just sit here and be patient, okay?" The doctor said, walking away, leaving Yoshihara all by herself.

"What the hell happened…" she grumbled, and as soon as she said that, it all came back to her. That boy who had the strange bubble Quirk, her nearly falling out of the window, then that strange cat-like creature beating the snot out of the boy who had been responsible for it. "O-Oh, right…" she murmured, looking around the room.

Beside her, that same boy was sitting up, grumbling. As soon as she saw him, the cat-like creature summoned beside her before grabbing the boy by the collar of his hospital gown. The boy flinched as he stared at her, eyes wide.

"Okay, pompadork, explain, right now, how the hell did you know where I live, and, why the fuck did you attack me," Yoshihara growled as then, a thin white appendage came out of the boy's arm and grabbed the cat-creature wrist. As soon as it did, Yoshihara felt the exact same grip on her wrist, even though the hand wasn't grabbing her.

…

"WHAT THE HELL DID SHE-"

"Josuke, that isn't even you!" Kyoka grabbed her mentor and forced him back into his seat. "Besides, what're you gonna do? Beat up the screen?"

"I…I'm sorry, he just looks so much like me!" Josuke sheepishly sat down, grinning. "I guess the resemblance was a little too uncanny, huh?"

…

"I followed you home, for one, and for two, I rented the room below you because I wanted to test you to see if you were competent with your ability. Turns out, you were. I didn't mean anything foul, nor did I mean to harm you. It's just… rare to see someone else with the same ability as me, or at least, the same type of ability as me," the boy explained as Yoshihara raised an eyebrow.

The cat-like creature disappeared behind her as she crossed her arms, the thin white arm disappearing as well. While she was going to ask what that was about, she had more pressing things to speak about. "So, you attacked me in my home because you were curious about whether or not I was good at using my Quirk? What kind of ass backward logic is that?" Yoshihara said, scoffing, as now it was the boy's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"What? Oh, I see, no one's told you, have they? Well, I guess I should correct you. That thing you just made disappear, that's not a Quirk," the boy stated as Yoshihara scoffed, frowning.

"Pa-lease, you can't be serious!" Yoshihara said, gaining no reaction from the boy as her expression dropped. "You're serious, aren't you," Yoshihara stated as the boy nodded.

"I'm dead serious. What you have is called a Stand. They're physical manifestations of someone's fighting spirit, usually sprung on by an illness that causes an intense fever or if someone comes into contact with a Stand Arrow, which might I add have all been securely sealed away by the Speedwagon Foundation. Or, alternatively, you can come into contact with something known as a Devil's Palm. But since Devil's Palms are only in America and in the western regions of Japan, I'd say you got your Stand from the illness," the boy stated as Yoshihara blinked.

Everything that the boy explained to her made absolutely no sense at all whatsoever, yet at the same time, it explained why her power was so… different from everyone else's. Although that implied she was Quirkless. Which, again, as she further thought about it, it kind of made sense. Her power wasn't a Quirk, that much she knew, or at the very least believed to be the case. But for it to be the case?

Confusion once again came to her mind for the third time today as she rubbed her temples in a vain attempt to stop the oncoming headache that was about to happen. "So wait… let me get this straight… I'm Quirkless? But I still have a power? And that power is called a Stand? That makes… absolutely no sense!" Yoshihara said, distressed as the boy shrugged.

"That's the truth. If you don't believe me, I'll show you mine," as soon as the boy said that, a figure appeared behind him that made Yoshihara's confusion get swapped out for dumbfounded.

It was a white humanoid figure, though it looked more robotic than human. It had two strange points on its head, almost like ears, with two shoulder pads with stars on them and a tread-like thing going down its face and neck, turning into an anchor on its upper body. The arms were lanky, with balls for elbows, the same went for the legs, and the waist was oval in appearance, connected to the body by two thin pieces of metal and the same tread-like thing extending out of the body into the pelvis.

"What is the name of…." Yoshihara muttered, a tinge of disbelief in her tone as she stared at the figure in its own, dead, cold, purple oval eyes. It looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie. Not only that, but it seemed so… ethereal, like a ghost, just like her own creature, or, well, Stand as they were known.

…

"Woah… that's… really weird actually," Josuke said as Aizawa hummed.

"It looks like something out of a robot anime," Aizawa replied as Jotaro crossed his arms.

"It's also more robotic than humanoid. It reminds me of my son's Tusk Act 2, in a way," Jotaro noted.

Meanwhile, over with the mother and the two children…

"It looks super cool!" Kota said, his eyes glimmering as Eri shrugged.

"Meh…" Eri murmured. "Boring. I don't like it."

"Why do you think it's boring, Eri?" Inko asked as Kota looked at the little girl with a betrayed look on his face.

"How can you see that as boring!? It's a cool robot!"

"I don't know… I just don't like it. I don't like robots…" Eri replied as Inko patted the girl on her head.

"Well, that's fine, Eri. Kota, don't bug her about it."

"Okay, Mrs. Midoriya…"

…

"Cool, right? I've dubbed it Soft & Wet. What about you?" the boy asked as Yoshihara gave him a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?" Yoshihara asked as the boy dead-panned.

"You… you mean to tell me that you've had your Stand for all these years, and not ONCE have you even considered naming it?" the boy asked as Yoshihara crossed her arms and, once again, frowned.

"Look, It never manifested fully before, okay? For the longest time, I only thought it was just two arms and two legs that helped me out every now and again, so excuse me if I never named it!" Yoshihara said as the boy pinched the bridge of his nose, Soft & Wet dematerializing behind him as he sighed.

"Okay then, let's change that now then. Summon your Stand, just think about its general appearance, and it should show up, alright?" The boy said as the cat creature appeared behind Yoshihara.

"Okay, now what?" the blonde asked as he shrugged.

"I don't know. I named my Stand after its ability and how it functions. You decide to name it whatever you want based on whatever criteria you want," the boy said as Yoshihara looked at her Stand. As soon as she made eye contact with it, one name stood out among all others. It clicked right away, so it was a no-brainer as to what she would call it.

"Killer Queen. That's what I'm going to call it," Yoshihara stated, catching the boy off guard.

…

Josuke shuddered, which did not go unnoticed by the others in the room. He had grappled with that very Stand in a brutal fight to the death, almost losing his best friend in the process. Hell, he still had quite a few scars from the shrapnel.

Seeing Killer Queen, even though it was being wielded by someone else, was a bit triggering for him.

"Sheesh, that's Killer Queen huh?" Kyoka asked, frowning. "You've told me what it looks like…and I saw its hand when I was working with the Detective…but it's pretty intimidating now that I can get a look at the whole thing."

"Try looking at it when it is about to detonate a bomb," Jotaro responded, also wearing a deep frown. "...and you're too far away to stop time, everything and everyone on the line. Killer Queen was a terrifying Stand, wielded by a terrifying man."

"...do you think Yoshikage was a cat person?" Gyro asked.

Everyone, even DIO, turned to look at Gyro with bemused expressions, and he raised his hands in surrender.

"What? Someone had to ask the question eventually!"

…

"Really, why? I mean… it does look "killer" in a way. But, why "Queen?" It looks more masculine than feminine…." the boy questioned as Yoshihara shrugged.

"I don't know. I just looked into its eyes, and then it clicked with me. It was like it was telling me its name," Yoshihara said as the boy nodded.

"Well, that makes some semblance of sense. More than what I've thought that's for sure. Though, now that you've firmly established your Stand and its name… there is one thing I should mention. From here on out, you're no longer safe," the boy stated, expression dead serious catching Yoshihara off guard.

"H-huh? What's that supposed to mean? Are you gonna keep attacking me or something?! Because if you are…" Yoshihara said as the boy shook his head.

"No, I won't be. In fact, I only attacked you to draw out your Stand. We go to the same school, Aldera Junior High, and whenever I passed you, I knew something was different about you. I just couldn't pin it down for the life of me. But then, I felt the presence of your Stand, and it drew me in, like a fish taking the bait off of a hook," the boy explained as the blonde gave him a confused glare.

"What are you talking about?" Yoshihara asked as the boy leaned back in his bed.

"What I'm saying is that… Stand users attract other Stand users. It's like when you put a magnet against a piece of metal. They get attracted to one another, and until that magnet is removed, they stick. Like one flow to another, a Stand user will always, no matter what, cross paths with another Stand user, regardless of whatever kind of ability they have. What makes matters worse, is that ordinary people cannot see Stands, meaning that they are more often than not mistaken for Quirks. The chances of you running into a person who you think is a normal Quirk user could potentially be a Stand user, one who would be willing to kill you for the sole reason that you're a Stand user and nothing else," the boy finished explaining as Yoshihara bit her lower lip in thought.

…

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait…" Izuku held a hand up. "Only Stand Users can see Stands in this universe?! What's the deal with that?!"

"Welp…looks like we're fucked in that universe," Katsuki replied. "Fucked with a capital F."

"At least in ours, we have a fighting chance, Quirk Users have a natural disadvantage when it comes to Stand Battles…but we can at least see and analyze their abilities," Momo said, as she was the hero in the room that was most vulnerable to Stand Attacks, even if she had her Anti-Stand suit. She knew what it was like to be in such a helpless situation. "I can see why this universe may just take some dark turns, our counterparts are vulnerable."

"Just…why though?" Izuku's head was buzzing with theories. "We can see and interact with Stands perfectly fine…why can't the people there?"

…

"Of course, just as my life starts to get better, some stupid bullshit comes to ruin my parade… fuck me…." Yoshihara muttered as the boy chuckled to himself, irritating Yoshihara. "What, what's so funny!" Yoshihara snapped as the boy raised his hands.

"Oi, don't look at me. I just think it's funny that you believe you are alone in this. Welcome to the club, ma'am, because I've been in it since I was ten years old. However, because of that, I think we should team up, you know, like allies?" the boy said, outstretching his hand to the girl. "I'll go first. My name's Kujo Josefumi. Nice to meet you, partner," the newly introduced Josefumi stated as Yoshihara looked at the hand for a moment, then she took it.

…

"AH! Kujo! He's from your side of the family!" Gyro said, pointing at Johnny and Jotaro.

"Which…means that he isn't a Jirou." Kyoka said with a smug look on her face, and Gyro scoffed, staring daggers at her. "He said it himself, he's a Kujo, a Joestar from the main branch of the bloodline."

"A Joestar, yes…with some Jirou blood perhaps."

"Really?"

Jotaro hummed to himself, and looked down at Johnny. "This family tree is somewhat different though, so while he's definitely from our branch of the family…who his parents are is still up for debate. Still, knowing our own family history, and Kira's birthmark…they were drawn together by more than chance."

…

"Fine, but this better not blow up in my face, Kujo-san. My Name is Kira Yoshihara, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," the blonde stated as the two let go.

"Trust me, it won't. Now that we both know one another and introduced ourselves, I'm tired, so I'm gonna lay down for a bit…" and just like that, Kujo's head hit his pillow, and immediately, he fell asleep. Yoshihara kind of envied that, and while she herself was tired, she'd wait till she got back home to take a nap.

Later that day, both of their respective guardians showed up and gave them a clean pair of clothes to change into. Notably, Kujo's guardian, or perhaps roommate, was about the same age as the two of them, so she leaned more into the idea that the person that came to pick him up was his roommate. As for Yoshihara, Kayama-san had come to pick her up, and the clothes she brought were the ones that Yoshihara had in the bathroom.

After they got changed, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, Kujo back to his place, and Yoshihara back to the suite she shared with Nemuri.

When Yoshihara exited the elevator, Nemuri gave her a great big bear hug, catching the blonde off guard. "Oh my god, I was so worried! When I heard about what happened, I dropped everything to go see if you were okay! I already got the window fixed, but the wall that you broke will have to come out of your next paycheque, got it?" Nemuri said, letting go as Yoshihara nodded.

"That's fine. Say… Didn't you write saying that you wouldn't be back till 10 PM at the earliest? You got off of work early, so does that mean you have to go back?" Yoshihara asked as Nemuri smiled.

"Nope, but I'm still going to go to the bar with Shota-Kun and Hizashi-Kun. You should come with me, just to meet them, you know? I've told them that you plan to be a hero, so I think they'd like to meet you in person, or, well, at least Hizashi-Kun would, Shota's always got a stick up his arse," Nemuri said, sitting down on the couch as Yoshihara waved her hand dismissively.

"No thanks. Besides, if I walked into the bar as an underage kid, I'd get so many foul looks you wouldn't even begin to believe. That, and aren't you guys U.A. teachers? Well, if I meet them, I'll meet them at U.A., end of story," Yoshihara stated as Nemuri smiled.

"Alright then, good enough for me. Now, if you excuse me, I have a counsellor to go see, then I shall return briefly, give you the keys to the suite, give you some money for take-out, then I'll be out of your hair for the rest of the night," Nemuri said, walking up the stairs and to her room as Yoshihara smiled.

The rest of the night went on as usual. Nemuri did as she said she'd do, while Yoshihara did some school work, watched TV, and read some Manga, specifically one called Pink Dark Boy, a Manga made by the late Rohan Kishibe.

She ordered some KFC for dinner, and after it arrived, she tipped the delivery person and went back up to the suite to eat. After having dinner, she put everything back where she had found it, then crashed on the couch because she didn't want to walk up the stairs. The following Sunday morning, she woke up and found her phone on her face, with a call that she had missed being from Izuku.

"Ugh… shit… did I really miss his call? Uh…" She groaned, getting off the couch as she blinked. Stretching, Yoshihara saw that Nemuri was in the kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee. When the ravenette turned around, she looked at her with a smile on her face.

"Morning, Yoshi-chan, I've already made you breakfast. It's in the microwave," Nemuri said, adjusting her hero mask as she walked over to the elevator. "Catch you later, I got to get to U.A. for a staff meeting, see ya~!" and with that, she was gone.

Quickly after that, Yoshihara called Izuku back and put it on speakerphone. It took a few minutes, but eventually, the phone was answered.

"H-Hello, Kira-san?" The timid-sounding boy spoke as Yoshihara yawned.

"Mornin' Midoriya-kun, you called?" Yoshihara asked as she could hear the boy drop his phone, and the small 'sorry' from where the phone had dropped, causing her to giggle a little bit. "You okay, Midoriya-kun?" the blond asked as Izuku picked back up the phone from the floor.

"Y-Yeah, sorry about that. H-Hey, uh… after I get home from training with my private instructor, d-do you think you could… you could… um… come over to my place? M-my mom wanted to meet you. I-I kind of told her you were my friend, and s-she freaked out, wanting to meet you. I-I don't make friends often… so…?" the timid boy said as Yoshihara smiled.

…

"Bringing a girl to meet your mother already Izuku? How uncharacteristically forward of you, Nyo Ho!" Gyro said with a smile, and Izuku went red with embarrassment.

"O-one, that's not the same me, TWO, it's not like that!"

"Getting awfully defensive for an alternate version of yourself." Kyoka teased, extending a jack over to poke him in the face. "Somebody's got a cruuuush!"

"Oh my God, you are not doing this to me right now." Izuku said with a bemused look.

"He brought you over once Jirou, remember?" Inko asked, and Kyoka narrowed her eyes in confusion. "After the incident with Shigaraki at the mall, you walked him home, and you ended up laughing at his bedroom for five whole minutes."

"OH YEAH!" Kyoka put a hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle, and Izuku snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Alright, laugh it up. Still…what do you make of this Mom?"

"Well, I suppose it's only natural for me to want to meet her. I…wasn't really aware of what was going on at Aldera, and those ba-" Inko composed herself, recognizing that she was with children. "-poor excuses for teachers were lying to me about the bullying…but even so I could tell that besides chatting online with Johnny, you didn't really socialize much. I'd want to meet her as soon as possible."

"See, a perfectly reasonable thing for my mom to do-"

"-especially since it's a girl. Izuku never used to talk to gir-"

"MOM!"

…

"Sure, I don't see why not. When do you want me to come over? Just so that I know ahead of time," Yoshihara said, checking the microwave, seeing that there had been a bowl of miso soup in it. Closing the microwave, she warmed it up before taking it out and going to sit at the bar-table part of the kitchen.

"U-Uh… before lunchtime, l-like… 11 AM would be good… If you don't mind, that is!" Izuku said as Yoshihara snickered to herself.

"It's okay. Jeez, you gotta stop walking on eggshells, you know? You're making it sound like you're talking to some manager for a job interview. Calm it down a little, will you? I won't bite your throat out or whatever," Yoshihara stated as Izuku chuckled half-heartedly.

"hehe, yeah, I guess… Okay, see you at 11, Kira-san, bye!" And just like that, he hung up. Yoshihara shook her head. Midoriya was an interesting person. A bit of a scardey cat, mixed with a loveable dork. It was kind of endearing in a way.

Yoshihara skipped the shower after breakfast and got dressed, this time wearing a pink shirt with ripped edges at the bottom, a black leather jacket, and grey yoga pants with a black stripe going down the side of the pant legs. She put on her custom-made high-top shoes and checked the time. It was already 9 AM, and the train would loop back around at 10 AM, so if she went to the station now, she would be safe.

Her phone dinged with a text message from Izuku, that being his address. "1967, Tattonine Street, Upstate Musutafu, got it," Yoshihara muttered to herself, taking the elevator down to the first floor. When she reached the bottom floor, the person at the desk bowed to her.

"Hello, Kira-san, don't forget, your shift starts at 9 PM tonight!" the woman at the desk said as Yoshihara flashed a peace sign.

"Sounds good to me, have a good rest of your day Tatsumi-san," Yoshihara said, leaving the building and making a beeline for the train station. The walk was decently long, which was not a good thing, considering she barely got there on time. The next stop was in Upstate Musutafu, so it was perfect timing.

By the time Yoshihara got there, she had 45 minutes left to spare, so, as a result, she walked around the town until she finally came across his address.

She looked up at the building. It was an apartment building, meaning that the boy clearly wasn't the richest person in the world. As she entered the building, she got another text from Izuku. Apparently, they lived on the top floor. Yoshihara ascended the winding staircase, and eventually, she made it to the top.

She walked down the balcony hallway that led to the apartment, and when she got there, she knocked on the door and was met with a slightly overweight green-haired woman with a smile on her face.

"Hello, you must be Kira-san. My name is Midoriya Inko. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, come in!"

…

As Roundabout began to play, and as the ending credits began, the two entities appeared within the viewing room. "And thus! That brings us to the end of the first "arc" of this little viewing of ours," Blue announced, as everyone turned to look at him.

"Three parts for the first one. That's a little strange," Dabi pointed out as Red shrugged.

"Well, if I had slammed all three episodes together into one, it would come out to being at least two hours long. And I doubt you'd want to sit still for that long and not talk to another, yeah?" Red retorted as Dabi shrugged.

"I suppose that makes sense," Dabi said, before looking over to the rest of his cohorts. "So, what do you guys think?"

"I think that Kira's hiding something," Compress said, steepling his fingers with a bemused smirk under his mask. "If you haven't noticed, she seems to lapse from time to time. Almost like she wears a mask to hide something about herself.

"The question is, what is there to hide?" Toga murmured. "Could she be like me?"

"If I had a 100 yen coin for every time I met a blonde chick who had some sort of mental problem revolving around murder, I might just get two, which is weird that it's only happened twice…" Dabi joked, earning a snort from Toga.

"Either way," Santana began, eyebrows furrowed. "I wish to learn more about this child. I hope that we get more information on her problems soon. I want to know just to what extent her past has to offer."

Meanwhile, over to where Josuke, Jotaro, and Aizawa sat, Josuke was brushing back his hair, as a few hairs had stuck up earlier. "Damn. I never thought I'd see Killer Queen again. Ugh… gives me the shivers."

"Well, considering that this Yoshihara girl seems to be our protagonist so to speak, we'll be seeing her a lot," Aizawa noted as Jotaro hummed.

"Yes. I also noticed one thing in particular, Josuke. It revolves around Yoshihara's Killer Queen."

"What about it?" Josuke asked as Jotaro adjusted his hat.

"It's eyes. The Killer Queen we know had pink scleras' and red eyes. Yoshihara's, on the other hand, had a more natural white sclera and pink eyes. Which makes me believe that while her Stand is similar to Yoshikage's, it isn't a one-to-one copy," Jotaro theorized as Aizawa grunted.

"That is a possibility. Then again, I don't know anything about Killer Queen, so you'll have to point it out to me when it happens," Aizawa noted as Jotaro nodded.

"You really think so?" Josuke asked as Jotaro hummed in the affirmative. "Alright, I'll keep you to that."

Over by Dio and Susan, the latter was silent, merely staring at the screen with a flippant expression of uncaringness, while Dio was deep in thought. "To think that the enemies of the Joestars end up mingling with them in this universe. I still wish to know whether or not I have a presence here or not. Maybe I'll see some sort of hint at that in the future."

"Still though… Stand's being hidden, even to this day, huh?" Dio hummed. "I wonder what that means for those stupid Pro Heroes and that pesky gaggle of kids."

Over at the table with Johnny, Gyro, Uraraka, Kyoka, Momo, Izuku, and Katsuki; Izuku was still annoyed with his mom's comment, as Kyoka had continued to poke at him for it. "Yeah, yeah, I get it…" Izuku grumbled, earning a snort from Johnny.

"You got to admit, Izuku, your mom got you good," the Joestar joked as Uraraka smiled.

"I guess the other you was really lonely, and also clingy," Uraraka noted as Izuku became flustered.

"Or maybe because he had been friendless he wanted to spend time with a friend, have any of you thought about it like that?" Izuku quipped as Katsuki smirked.

"Nah, I'm more in the camp with the others, Midoriya. Sorry," Katsuki said, earning a defeated sigh from the green-haired teen.

"That being said, Soft & Wet, huh? A Stand that can take away aspects of others, but only one thing at a time. That's seriously crazy," Kyoka noted as Johnny nodded.

"Makes me wonder if that applies to Quirks. Because if it does, that means Josefumi's Stand is ridiculously overpowered," Johnny said as Gyro shuttered.

"That scene with Kira's eyes literally shrivelling up and popping like bubbles freaked me out something fierce," Gyro said as Momo nodded.

"I agree. That was a little visceral. It makes me wonder if that actually happened or not," Momo asked as Red appeared before them.

"Ask and ye shall get an answer. No, that didn't happen. It was just a bit of added flair to make it look worse."

-To Be Continued in – Meet The Midoriya's – Part 1