Geus looked down at his hand, the small disfigurement on his fingers and side palm brought a quiet sigh. It was clear to him at this point that he nearly lost his cool. He had to learn to keep his anger under wraps. At the end of the day, they were other teenagers trash talking till they win. No feeling against it or old grudges.

"Ah!" Geus dug his fingers down his bald head. "I should never use the Iron Maiden!" He shouted out. "I could've killed those kids if the spike was in the wrong place!" His head bobbed as he walked through the city streets. "The skill's untested but I should've just used the reverse Iron Maiden."

Out of all his ultimate moves developed. This was all unfinished, the weakest, and most accurate of all his moves. The only thing it had going for it was the safety it produced. It carried the ability to either punch people away as far as he could or knock or puncture a crowd around him. Unless people saw the soft points created before the spikes it was a straight hit. If they did see it, the others had to move out of the way.

"The kid could've just had some bruising, not some couple dozen holes in his body. Or impaled skull, punctured lungs, god I could've gone too far." Geus stopped and surveyed the city. The place suited his quirk the best with all the small alleyways and buildings. The worse part of this place was where his friends were. If those strangers did get to them, finding them was impossible. "Come on guys, show me a sign. Anything will do." His eyes scouted for any window he

could see. Yet he only saw unopened and cleared out rooms.

"He lied to me didn't he?" Geus grated his teeth. "I should know better than to trust a naked midget."

"It would be smart" one person walked out from the hidden side of a building up ahead. "if you didn't make fun of my brother." His wore a very nice white three piece suit with a red vest under the suit jacket. His fingers connected with the tip of his white beret and tipped it down.

Geus stood under a hundred feet from the guy. The identical face he shared and the elegant blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes. 'Definitely a fourth brother I guess.'. Geus grabbed onto the filters of his mask and pulled it off, in seconds his upper body covered in ever moving gas.

"So a fourth brother? Plasma I'm guessing?" Geus questioned. His intentions were to appear that he cared about anything this guy said. Behind that was to build up his gas for a quick takedown. Both of his ports camouflaged inside the rest of his gas. He needed a few minutes for his gas to hide behind his legs, and dig through the ground to be able to reach him while completely hidden.

"So you did meet all three of my brothers. It appears the youngest is still the weakest when it comes to trouble. But now he simply saved them to only betray us."

"I only took out one of them. The other was spared so I can reach my friends."

This fourth brother held back his laughter into a small huff. He looked up to the building at their side; a giant skyscraper made of purely glass windows. A couple of floors after the middle had a different style of military grade shutters. Geus clenched his fist and pitted his anger as he realized that's where his friends were.

"You should've taken out brothers when you had the chance and taken the win." He looked back at Geus with the same piercing smirk as his other brothers. "Because they're already done for."

"My friend's aren't as weak as your brothers." Geus under his mask smirked back.

The fourth brother walked over to the building and touched around one of the glass panels. One hand remained in the center of the sheet of glass and extended out the other to Geus. "They're just dumb. Not weak." His finger's snapped. In less than a second the entire thing of glass absorbed into his hand and out the other. A long lightning bolt bolted out his held out hand and at Geus.

Geus quickly held his breath and transformed his gas. The bolt reached him and reacted with the hardened gas. The enhanced armor felt as if it did nothing to stop the attack. His body felt stiff and lose rapidly over and over again. His legs gave out and dropped him to the ground. The intense flexing of his muscles had him near puking.

"What the hell. I-I can't move." Geus groaned. The slightest movements of his body felt like torture against his body.

"You see, my plasma isn't like a phase. I manipulate the plasma in blood as I take matter and make it into plasma. Your body can't handle the extra levels of it and goes into shutdown. You see, this whole area is my playground!"

The brother chuckled as he reached into his coat pocket for a ball. His laughter continued with his walk over to Geus. He grabbed Geus's shoulder and twisted him over to his back. He tapped on the middle target.

"Can't believe we thought you were actually strong and a threat. As long as I don't touch the gas I'm fine. But it sure is hot. I can feel it from here."

"Listen idiot."

"What?"

"Just listen." Geus flicked his head.

The brother's reflexes allowed him to see the gas burst from the ground. Twin rods of solid gas rammed his skull and launched him into the air. He crashed through a pillar and landed hard through a pair of doors.

"Thanks for telling me how your quirk works." Geus flipped over his partially numb body and used all his arm strength to get him up. "Would've taken me longer to realize the potential."

At this point the brother escaped out of the rubble and had already exited the destroyed building. He limped over to the pillar and picked up his dust-covered beret. "What does that mean now?" He coughed, cleaned out his hat, and shoved the beret back on. "Amount of plasma like that should've knocked you down for at least five minutes."

"Yeah, it should've if that was for my body." Geus recovered and reformed the solidarity around his body. "But my body is separated into two parts that eventually becomes one. A normal human system then my quirk's system. And my quirk's system regulated my human system. Once it discovered the irregularness of it all, it went to fix it. I felt the power surge immediately through my gas and knew right aware."

"I seen you in battle, you're too stupid to realize all of that." He reached down and grabbed the broken rubble. "You're pulling that out of your ass."

Geus nodded and sprint to him. "You're right!" He came up to him and rammed his fist up into his gut. "But I feel the gas no matter what!"

The brother grabbed hold of the fist and sent his own quirk through Geus's body. The sudden surge made Geus unbalanced. While his punch was effective, it gave him energy to knock Geus more off his feet. He bent in Geus's foot and tucked his head under his arm. His arm tightened around Geus's neck and managed to flip him around in the air and throw him into the ground.

"It's no good to have that power" his foot rose to his chest. "If you can't use it!" It came down and crushed in Geus's chest.

He went and limped over to more of the rubble, rubbing his hands on every piece of broken stone he could. He looked back and pointed his locked fingers at Geus. His fingers stapped, absorbed the rubble and created his lightning bolt. The stream of power went through Geus's body and this time with double the energy.

"Just stay down! And let me take you out!" A small amount of blood hit the ground when he coughed.

He was able to defuse some of the power in Geus's punch, but just enough to continue to stand. His body hurt like hell, a couple broken ribs would do that to a man. He reached back into his jacket and grabbed the rest of the balls. At this point he was mad, overconfidence hid the possibility that this could happen to him.

Meanwhile Geus's body spazzed out from the access power. So much energy entered his system at once and overworked the quirk's system. It was like from before when he used too much of his quirk at once but deadlier. The gas around his body puffed thicker in some parts, hardened in others, and shot out spikes into the air. All was an unconscious attempt to expel the power.

"This." The brother pushed his body up against the rest of the wall and ran his hand into a giant circle. "This will take you right out." His fingers snapped again. The wall disappeared and the lightning appeared.

Geus's body became unable to hold that much energy. His body unleashed his ultimate move, the Reverse Iron Maiden. Encased in a shell of his own, hundreds of odd shaped and length spikes exploded out of the gas and all around the street. The power of the spikes shattered glass windows and broke through walls.

"Shit!" He tried to protect his body from an incoming shot. One spike impaled his hands and through his shoulder, and another came right after and impacted his right knee. His lungs emptied out and carried through the loudest, and most agonizing scream.

Each of the spikes was hollow point carriers of the gas. All the heat and pressure inside caused each of the hundred spikes to exploded and dispersed the gas. The amount of power unleashed melted away the stone, metal, glass, the whole structures of the building around them.

"Oh god." The man sniffled. His body went through so much pain that he felt nothing. And the heat cauterized the open wounds. His leg was torn off and melted up to his thigh. And the other end, singed down to the bone. His wobbling hands came down to his eyes. "Oh god." His hands couldn't stop shaking. Out of both hands, only one still had a thumb on it.

Geus's eyes opened up. In a crazed panic he looked all around himself. To his surprise he stood on his feet and felt no pain. He reached up to his face but didn't feel his mask. He quickly panicked and scoped out the arena. So many things were melted down to boiling lumps of mass. Barely anything survived to be recognized as a building or as their original materials.

A faint whimper dragged his eyesight forward. "Fuck." Geus walked over to the body of the brother. His body was stuck in place as his eyes stared blankly at the nubs of hands. "I'm sorry." Geus knelt down to him, it took everything of his willpower to hold back his emotion. In a waking instant all his fears became true. "I'm sorry." Geus reached in his pouch and pulled out a ball. "I'm so sorry." And tapped the only target still on his body.

All he wanted to do was run from this. Run and forget that this has ever happened. Words refused to come out now, just an open and jittery mouth moved. Not even tears had the courage to come out as he internally knew this was nothing to cry about. This was a scene of shock, a near complete shutdown of his body.

His senses faded away, the choked cries of the man turned into a quiet ring, clearness of his eyes shifted to a mass blur,

His hands became so numb it felt like nylon gloves filled with water. On top of all that, his body wasn't under his own control. He tried to cover grab one of his arms but his arm always jerked to the side and caused him to stumble to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Geus kept repeating. Through all the blocked fuzziness in his mind, Geus had to face the truth. Somebody would come for him eventually. In the very least he would survive this as all his wounds were cauterized and the melted skin was stuck in place.

Geus crawled around and flowed the unfiltered gas out of his mouth. A pair of streamed rolled around his back and flew around the man. A thin set of stream wrapped around his arm and leg and the other did the same. He sucked back in his breath and pulled him into his back.

It was hard but his arms found the balance of his body and got up to his feet. His body continued to trip over itself as he turned to the large and barely intact skyscraper. For the most part, the extra plasma was out of his system and had a regulated body again. Geus opened his mouth and angled it to the air. One large stream of hardened gas proceeded up to the abnormal level of the building.

His body was almost considered to be in autopilot. Geus knew everything he was doing, even if it felt foreign at the same time. He reached the floor and held out his hands to the shutters. More gas flowed out of his mouth and built up the pressure to his hands. Small orbs surrounded his hands, filled to the brim with gas and created unbearable heat and unstable pressure.

An explosion erupted from his hands, strong enough to rock his foundation and swing him in the air. His body swung back and squeezed through the crevice he created.

"Geus!" Momo shouted out.

Geus couldn't see any of the people around him but recognized the familiar grasp of Momo. "We got to go." Geus wheezed.

"Geus who's the one on your back?" Momo asked as she shoved a special reversed gas mask over his face.

Geus dazed face turned around and looked to the side at Momo. "We got to go."

"Wait." Jiro grabbed his cheeks and twisted Geus's face to her side. Out of the entirety of blur, she came out perfectly clear.

'That face again.' Geus thought. '. I never wanted to see that again.'. The look of pure fear of the person she's looking at. After the first villain they ever faced together, it was a sight he'd never forget. Her calm and collected eyes were as big as he'd ever seen them. And her hands, as still as they appeared he always felt the tiny shivers. "Your ears." Geus brushed his hand under her bloody ear jack and gently rubbed the dried blood off. "We have to go."

"Geus, what happened out there?"

"Uh guys." Shoji stepped in and picked Geus up under his other set of arms. "It's best that we listen to what he says and go."

"Oh god." Momo ran behind Geus and tugged on the man attached to his back. "Come on Geus, you need to let go of this guy." Geus clanged his teeth and severed the connection of his gas. The man groaned and collapsed inside Momo's arms. "Alright, Shoji, take Geus and lean him against one of the support pillars, Jiro you seem to have a strong connection with him. Keep Geus occupied until I and Shoji get him as fitted as possible."

"Stra-strong connection with him? What am I supposed to do with that kind of information?"

Momo's eyes turned sensitive at Geus. "He's losing it. He needs somebody close to help him through this. We're really seeing what Aizawa sensei was telling us before he arrived. He has the potential to be this dangerous"

Shoji left Geus up against one of the room's support pillars and ran back to Momo. While Momo created the ointments and the bandages, Shoji prepared the boy's body. Jiro and Tsu went over and attempted to calm Geus. He was majorly out of it at this time, repeatedly wording 'we have to go'. He didn't hear either of what they said. His head swayed from one to the other and said the same thing to them.

"Agh! I don't know what Momo meant by a strong connection! Everything I try doesn't calm him down."

"Ribbit. Maybe you should ask him directly." Her finger on her bottom lip, Tsu advised Jiro. She pulled on Jiro's arm and pulled her in front of Geus.

His eyes focused down on her, his head stopped swaying and instead locked with her. Again his eyes turned clear at Jiro, it wasn't much but he at least saw the change in her look. It wasn't fear locked inside her bones. Instead, she was worried, worried for both him and herself. While his eyes suited directly on her Jiro couldn't do the same. No matter where he looked Jiro avoided his.

"Geus." Her face turned red and shakily went to him. "What is our connection."

"Soft."

"Soft?"

Geus's hand waved in the air and grabbed onto Tsu's bent knee. "A hand to hold, a person to smile." He looked over at Tsu. "We have to go."

"That's what Yaoyorozu meant by a strong connection. It looks like youre the only one that can take him out of his shock."

Jiro became redder to the face. She scooted over to Geus's side and cuddled up next to him. She dragged his one arm over his shoulder and caressed her one hand over his. "Come on. Show me what you've learned from the bass."

"D, E, E, F, D, D, D" as his fingers moved around and acted like he pressed down in the imaginary cords he said each note. His other hand matched up with Jiro's and strummed along to the corresponding action.

"You guys are totally cute together, ribbit."

"It's not like that!"

"What do you thing Geus?"

"We have to go."

"How about you ask him, Jiro?"

Jiro looked up and blushed. He was completely focused on both her hands and played to the best of his ability. "It's like he said, soft." Her strumming hand left his and went up to his face.

"We have to"

"Sshh, ssh." She hushed Geus by running the back of her finger down his cheek. Her hand hooked under the mask and pulled it off. A small amount of gas left his lips but stayed relatively close to his mouth. "I don't know how he feels and I don't want to. I rather have a friend than lose somebody close to me."