SilverPsychic; Suuuuup peeps! First, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope 2022 was good for everyone and that 2023 will be even better! And second, I have been getting a lot of comments asking me the continue this fanfic…just so we are clear, I have no intention of stopping. Not for a while, and when this first book ends, there WILL be a second one. It's not up for discussion.

Silver; *Laughs awkwardly* Yeah, even if I begged her to stop she wouldn't. She is going through some ideas on the ending, only a few sketch ideas though and nothing final. Not only that, it won't happen for a while.

Izuku; Yeah, mine and Silver's friendship has to grow a lot more. And he has to tell the teachers about his 'secret' (aka) being from another world, as well as the class…oh and B-

SilverPsychic; SHUT! …Okie, good. I have also decided who will be coming into the story as well and I think a lot of you will be happy. Now Shadow, since I don't let you in here a lot, please do the honors.

Shadow; SILVERCOPYCAT DOSN'T OWN ANY PEOPLE HERE, EACH UNIVSER BELONGS TO THE ORIGINAL PEOPLE. SEGA OWNS EVERYONE FROM SONIC, Horikishi OWNS EVERYONE IN MHA. Read and puke. *gets slapped by SilverPsychic* WHAT?! Cream could do better.

SiverPsychic; *pouting* Shadow…you promised to be nicer…

Chapter 15; Ultimate Moves

"Ohmygosh!That is awesome! …are you ok Silver?" Izuku said softly with worry, seeing Silver's dispontaned face.

As for Silver, he was just 'editing' his mind a little, playing around with changing forms and getting used to it, hearing Izuku's worried tone though, Silver changed back into his human form with a smile, "Couldn't be better, I was just getting used to it. Now we can keep this a secret a little while longer, come on. I'm sure Azawia is waiting for us though."

And he was correct, Azaiwa gave a surprised face at Silver's apparent back to normal but Silver just shrugged as if he didn't know either and walked out. Kirishima was outside the hospital, luckily he hadn't seen Silver as a hedgehog so he found it average. Though their reunition was cut off by the policemen, asking for them to fill out some last-minute questions. Which turned out more like the next few hours of questions, but soon made it back home when it was dark outside. Uraraka and Tsu joined them outside, just before entering the dorms.

"It's funny it's only been a day, but it feels like forever…"

"Then let's get going!" Silver cheered enthusiastically, and everyone nodded, opening the doors to heck.

Everyone was clamoring on top of each other, crying out with worry and much relief. It was a loud, crazy blur. But Silver didn't mind, in fact, he missed it very much. Sato even made cake! Sadly it happened all too quickly and Iida rushed them off to bed. But…Silvercouldn'tt sleep. While he lay awake, he remembered his friends back at home, and missed them severely. But…how could he deal with this painful feeling?

Nobody noticed a difference in Silver, and Uraraka and Tsu never brought up the hedgehog thing. So Silver just thought it was best to let it go for now…but…things were about to go weird. The next day after a harsh math class, Silver saw…the weirdest sight. When he walked up to Izuku, who had put a lot of effort into the class, he saw…Aoyama force feeding him cheese. Yep, and it…set an unnatural feeling in his gut. It wasn't jealousy, more like crept out surprised. And after that, he just noticed something was off about him. (A\N; Yeah, I believe Aoyama is the UA traitor, he is just…sus. :( Sorry.) Silver just stood frozen, awkwardly looking at the seance in front of him behind Aoyama. Luckily, Uraraka noticed him just weirdly standing there and waved him over, which he happily took.

As he walked over, Iida invited Aoyama to sit with them for lunch. Which he denied, and Silver frowned, "You sure?"

"Yes, mo nami(My Friend). I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you guys. Please forgive my absents."

And that was the end of it, he got out his lunch and fancy wine glass and ate at his desk, leaving the five friends to go to lunch by themselves awkwardly. (A\N; I had more planned for this part but as you know…it got DeLaTeD! So improv-) Silver was always so excited for lunch because who wasn't?! It's FOOD! Yummy, filling, and energy! So shaking off the…odd Aoyama thing, Silver's thoughts wandered back to his friends back at home by accident. He should tell Izuku about it and would have yesterday if they weren't given such a short time alone. Sadly, during lunch, he was still gonna have to wait a bit longer to tell Izuku he regained his memory…oh well. Perhaps they could train together later-

"Silver?" Uraraka asked breaking Silver from his hazy, "You seem…distant."

"Did you not sleep last night? Sato claimed he heard a few rustlings in your room last night, I see those dark circles." Iida said huffy, worried for Silver's health, "In any case, that would especially harm your quirk, Don't stay up too late." It was kinda odd to have someone know so much about his power and worried about how his actions would affect not just his psychical, but everything about him.

Silver also saw a worried frown from Izuku, "Er, sorry I wasn't trying to be loud. And I'm fine, just thinking."

"About Eri? Or everything that just happened?"

Silver shot a surprised glance at his friend who was obviously still caught on that and had been thinking about it a lot, "Uh…nooooo, something else. It's…" Silver hesitated, vivid images of Sonic, Shadow, and Espio flashing through his mind, "...It's nothing. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to worry any of you." Silver shook it off, not yet. Hopefully soon, but not yet.

"...If there is anything you ever wanna talk about, you can tell me. We're friends, ok?" Iida said, Uraraka and Izuku nodding harshly in the back, obviously expecting Silver to break down and tell them.

But instead, Silver just stood there, seemingly looking confused at Iida, as if he just spoke Iribic. But mentally, he just remembered Iida saying 'All I said was if he needed to talk to me he could! And that we were friends!' next to a crying Izuku at lunch. Had they already suspected something?! Mephlies did say they were counterparts, but was it really that obvious?! Maybe Izuku had spilled…no. It wasn't like him. Maybe if just chilled out and responded normally that will shake them off suspicion? Maybe.

"Uh, alright." Silver responded calmly after a few seconds of staring, "Sorry, I guess did affect my quirk a little." Silver pretends to cover up his worry.

"Hmm?"

Silver blinked, before sheepishly smiling, hating to lie that he couldn't understand him for a moment and that the sleep did take a toll on him, "Er, yeah. I-" Silver caught himself before he broke his act of animashia, if he explained it then they would be confused, and ugh… "Nevermind, it's long and I'm really hungry." And Silver sped up cursing under his breath in Spanish at his stupidity. (A\N; So yeah, I needed a reason from him to be able to speak Japanese even though I'm writing it in English…and yeah I could just say they speak Japanese on Mobuis but that doesn't feel right…so its an addition to Silver's already far to stupidly complicated quirk! Go to the end Author's Note to understand! Ty)

"Is that Spanish? I didn't even know you knew Spanish Silver!" (A\N; And here is Silver's face… -_-)

The next day, Izuku seemed a bit…tiered and sketchy, of Aoyama specifically. Silver saw the plain look of uneasy while entering class that morning and he made direct eye contact with Aoyama. Before Silver could ask him though, he needed to finish up with his work. Mr. Azaiwa had run into Silver earlier before class and recommended for Silver add a few tweaks to his hero costume for personalization and help with his quirk. Noting that everyone else in class at least changed their costume once a little already. So Silver was just trying to fix it up a little, but couldn't find anything wrong with it at the moment…Izuku was more conjuring to his mind right now. (A\N; Yes, I do have a new and old design for him! Whoo!)

Iida ushered everyone off to get their hero suits on, and of the training, Once that was done, they meet at Gym GAMMA and sadly Izuku was doing solo work so…no talking privately. An Ectoplama copy form was in front of him on his designated mountain and tilted his head.

"You've come quite a ways from when you first stepped on U.A. grounds."

Silver jerked up from his thought and looked at his teacher, "Uh, thank you." Silver said with a soft grin, "I dunno, got a lot on my mind-" Just at that moment, Ectoplama decided to take a swing at Silver, which he quickly dodged, though his movement ended up being sharp.

"Good." Ectoplama said with a pleased nod, "Staying prepared. Any Ultimate move ideas yet?" Silver hummed, his thoughts wandering off again into an endless pit of stress and other worries.

"Well…yeah, I do already have some ideas…but they aren't too reliable…and take far too much out of me…" Silver muttered between a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to answer his teacher, "And I've been working on some better Hero Costume Deisinds." Let alone better hero names, his costume had already been ok but he understood the tweaking, but he wasn't too sure about his hero name…it just seemed…bland, a few other names popped into his mind at times. Nothing stuck though, maybe Psyonic? It had flare to it… (A\N; Lemme know if you have any ideas in the comments, or if you like this name better than just Psychic.)

His teacher gave a little dip, grabbing Silver's attention, "Well, you could show me."

…Baaaaaad idea, he wasn't even remotely prepared, "Uh…I dunno…" Silver furrowed his brows and fidgeted with his cuffs, "Their much…" How was a good way to describe them? "...Messier than everyoneelse'ss." Yeah,that was good, His Metor Smash and Psychic Blast were more for dier last resort, in important or (more often) life-or-death situations.

They left him drained and completely vulnerable, often not even allowing him to use his psychic abilities for the next several hours if not days. Not only was his mind drained, his physical as well, securing him in his spot for a sure 5 hours. It reses a very last attempt, pushing everything from him in one move. His Meteor Smash was more for a specific area, while his Psychic Blast was more wide range, and in a few situations, his Meteor Smash couldn't even work. So Silver often internally jokingly bet (but was pretty worriedly serious about) that he was sure his last move before he died was gonna be a Psychic Blast.

Ectoplasm didn't seem to be fazed, "That alright, everyone starts with a messy base." Silver was obviously showing his uncomfortableness and his teacher sighed, "Ok, how about you explain them to me first?"

"Sure." Silver could do that, there was no harm in a verbal display, "Well, I have one called a Metor Smash, and the other is called a Psychic Blast." Pausing to make sure his teacher was following, the gentle teacher nodded at a sign to continue, "They both wear me quite out though. The Metor Smash is where I gather all kinds of debris and stuff together and make a large, meteor-like, ball. Then just kinda throw it at the target. The Psychic Blast is more powerful, but also simoantoiusly has more backlash, I kinda just explode a lot of energy and…well normally that's the end of the fight."

"How powerful is your blast?"

Silver blinked, looking at his teacher, "Uh…I'm not quite sure-"

His copy jumped down with a motion to follow, so Silver did exactly that. Horrifinly enough, they walked up to Cementous and the Psychic's trainer asked to test Silver's blast. Heck, they even cleared the class to gather in the other half of the room. So Silver found himself found at the core of a sea of Exctoplams and 7-bus thick cement barriers. He…hated…this. Argh, how was he gonna handle the backlash?! He hadn't even explained it to the teachers yet! And this was more reserved for life or death… All the commotion had aroused confusion from his peers and they all muttered and watched, waiting for something 'exciting' to happen.

While Silver could practically see the blackness drowning his view and the HARD CEMENT FLOOR crashing into his head…he had to do this. Apparently. Silver frowned at his predicament, and braced himself anyhow, as the sea of copies shot forwards. The psychic took off his limiters and his form gently hover an inch about the ground, gathering every ounce of energy he had, he also found that adding strong emotion would help sell the effect better. If Ectoplam let Silver finish, the hedge-boy's estate he could level a small town with a blast…he could easily level the Gym, which he hoped wouldn't happen.

Sorrow, longing, and a pang of strange guilt… were the most noticeable emotions and were quickly converted into energy. After a sold ten or twenty seconds, Silver had folded his arms, allowing crackles of energy to form all around him. And…release! Silver threw his arms forwards and an explosion like a Nuclear bomb flung from him from all angles. He struggled to keep focus and the blast lasted for a strong thirty or forty seconds, the whole ordeal lasting no longer than a single minute. The copies quickly were whipped away within the first few seconds, but the cement barriers held up longer. Sadly after a few harsh seconds with the furious energy beating at it, it fell to the pressure, and all seven walls where fell which caused Cementous to rush to fight the blast to keep the kids safe.

Winds yanked the class and the pure focus still made a fair amount of them fall back onto their rears. Silver bearly noticed Cemontous place a rather double thick dome around him, only to have it crush and land rumble into the psychic's hair. Silver worried the whole Gym had been leveled but happily stood corrected when his eyes wearily opened and was able to land gently. His knees buckled with the pressure and Silver barely could see the hard rocky floor coming to his face all too fast for the poor hedge-boy to comprehend.

Luckily, Iida was there to save Silver's face from more pain, "Wow! Silver that was-" The ivory's hearing flickered like his consciousness as he landed scarily limp in the young hero's hands, "-have you always-" Again it flashed out and even if it hadn't, Iida was talking far too fast for Silver to even understand, let alone respond, "-Silver, are you-?" The tuckered-out psychic's amber orbs closed for the last time in the next few hours, only the small and slow rise and fall of his chest alerting anyone that Silver was still alive and not completely dead in his peaceful slumber.

Everything, every single muscle, every single joint, every single twitch, everything about Silver' person hurt. Ahhhh, it hurt so much…his eyes were so heavy, and he longed just to slip back into the peaceful blackness and allow his body to rest. But fighting this urge, amber eyes struggled to open with a deeply aggravated groan of pain.

"Argh…" Silver finally got his eyes open and took in the seance, of a white room, and a painfully thin bed, "Wha…?" If his eyes felt heavy before, his head must have felt dump truck, "What happened?" Not only did his head feel as heavy as a garbage truck, it felt like he had been entirely run over by one, "Did a building fall on me or something…?" The blurred white room finally fully set in and an all too familiar sight was placed in front of him.

"Oh dearie," A sweet, gentle, old voice piped into his ear, "This is all too common for you kids." Recovery Girl peeked into his view, assumingly checking hisvailss and whatnot before letting out a soft sigh, "Still hurts? That was quite some blast, or so I've heard. Not that surprising you slept for a whole day and some, let alone that it feels so bad." She turned to grab something from her desk and Silver furrowed his brows, Blast? What Blast? "Here, take a candy. But let's not eat the whole wrapper again. I don't need you choking along with this 'crushed by a building' feeling." She helped Silver into a sitting position and almost dropped candy into his hands, before hesitating and grabbing something else.

Mrs. Recovery Girl gave Silver a single cherry Pez, while the ivory teen glared at it with confusion as if staring at it long enough would answer his confusion, "I…what kind of Blast?" Wait… "A Psychic Blast maybe?"

The sweet nurse nodded, "I believe that's what they called it. Quite a powerful Ultaime move you have there, but it won't be too useful if you always end out like this." Silver had a quick surge of memory and face palmed with the hard Pez going right along for the ride.

"Ugh…dang it." Silver murmured under his breath and sighed, pulling his candy away from his face, "I only really use the Psychic Blast for last-case life-or-death scenarios. I prefer to avoid them otherwise. I didn't have the time to explain that to anyone before I was put on the spot though…the backlash of the Blast is awful." Silver slumped a little and gave another glanced to the lonesome Pez and popped it into his mouth, knowing he was going to need to eat something along the line.

Recovery Girl shook her head, "Sometimes those old pros get too caught up and forget to listen to their students. Heaven's sake, it's not their quirk, and no matter how much they teach you, they will not have that quirk." She popped up again and check a few other things before eventually asking, "Do you think you can walk dearie? Your class starts in a few moments, but if you need more time to rest then I'll give you a pass." Wow, the timing for his wake up…

Silver frowned, "I think I can do class," Throwing a glance to his glowing cyan rings proved they still needed a bit of rest though, probably saying he couldn't walk too well either, "But I think I still might be a bit wobbly, and I defiantly can't do anything too intense for…probably the next few hours. Till lunch at the luckiest, tomorrow at the uh…least lucky."

"Let's see if you can even walk first."

Silver struggled to get out of the, still kinda comfy, nurse bed, and once he stood up…his knees buckled. Sending him crashing into the floor, again. Silver groaned and shakily stood back up, hesitantly waiting to see if his legs would hold him. So, it just seemed that he couldn't do anything more than walking, he could barely do that, having to rely on a wall for support or whatnot. Silver dared to glance at the nurse who frowned, deep in thought.

"Well…ok, give this to Azaiwa, and feel free to read it yourself. Just don't do anything too extreme and stay by someone so if you fall, they can catch you. Alright? Oh, and best not to use your quirk until you have something more than a small sugar cube to eat, 'k sweetie?" She wrote as she explain and Silver nodded behind her, the nurse being old enough to know the child's response, "Honey I can't hear nods."

"O-Oh, right. Yes, I understand."

Recovery Girl spun around and gave the letter to Silver, "I heard there is important news your teacher is going to tell you, I just hope you aren't too late." She gave a sly knowing smile, "Normally I would keep you here, but I understand you'll want to hear this so…just this once, if you are sure." Silver nodded excitedly and she sighed, a smile still stuck on her face, clearly amused with ihs display, "Do not overdo it."

Silver, albeit slow and shakily, made it to his class without falling…with the help of the hall walls. And in the time of the quiet, long walk, that had led Silver to think some odd things… specifically about the walls, he was using to keep him upright. They have sure been there for a while, so they must have seen all kinds of quirks and all kinds of students. They must have seen so much…Silver sighed and shook his head, they were just walls. It wasn't like they could talk to him. Right? Silver was half tempted to use Telepathy with them but ended up just laughing at himself, he wasn't sure if these crazy thoughts were let on by his energy loss from yesterday, or the lack of nutrition to refill that energy, it was just an odd side effect with the backlash, or if that was just a normal weird thought for him.

Either way, it was dangerous to let his thoughts wander right now. Entering the class Silver noticed Ashido dance and…Izuku and Ayoyama…doing…something. They looked like malfunctioning robots. "Hey Silver! Wanna try some dance moves?" Silver was brought out of his thoughts and his eyes wandered back to the voice who had called out to him, Ashido gesturing to him.

"Uh…" Silver looked at her as if she had grown three heads, "Nooooo…"

"Aww! Why not?" She pouted and pointed to the robot pair, "They're giving it a shot! Come on, have a little fun!" Mina pushed at him playfully only for Silver to give a death grip to the poor door frame.

Silver loosened his death hold and looked back at the duo, "That's what they're doing?" The psychic questioned confused, "I thought Hatsume made robot doubles of them and they just broke." He stated bluntly as Izuku broke from his 'dance' with a disappointed frown.

A soft, "Dang it, I thought I was doing it…" Left his lips and a discouraged sigh roughly left him, "It's much harder than it looks, why don't you join us Silver? I think it'll help improve flexibility with-"

"I can barely stand and you want me to dance?"

Everyone stopped and looked at Silver slightly shocked, "What?! You think I like holding onto the door frame?" Silver snapped embarrassed at the eyes and felt his face heat up, unsure about why "I slept all day yesterday and part of today because a Psychic Blast is exhausting, I didn't even want to do it. I am very shaky and Recovery Girl only allowed me to go to class because she said something special was gonna be announced. She said, 'Give this note to Mr. Azaiwa, do not do anything extreme, stay by someone so if I fall I won't hit the floor again and do not use my quirk until at least lunch.'" Silver resided and gestured towards the small yellow slip in his hands, "Pretty sure dancing would fit under 'Don't do anything extreme' and she would be upset if I went to do that and fell on my face." Mina frowned a little, clearly disappointed that Silver wasn't going to dance, but she nodded nonetheless.

His face and ears cooled down as everyone gave understanding reassurance to the hedge-boy, only for Silver to notice he had to awkwardly shuffle to the teacher's desk…this was going to be weird. His face heated up again as he focused on the floor below him as he shuffled using the wall towards his teacher's desk. Then he came across another problem…how was he going to place the note on the desk? It was just out of his reach and if he threw it could make it, or more likely, just flitter right next to it then fall on the floor and make more problems. An easy solution, just use his power, was off the table due to Recovery Girl's orders. Wow, was this embarrassing…

"If you need help you can just say so ya know?"

Silver's ear flicked, silently taking note of the quiet room and his amber orbs stayed stuck to the floor. He knew it was Izuku who had spoken up seeing his struggles, so Silver just absently stuck the behind him and waited for his friend to grab it. Once the thin slip was out of his grasp, Silver awkwardly shuffled to his desk. Silver sighed when he got to the safety of his desk and the room lit with soft conversations again. Today was going to be a looooong day. Everyone made it to their seats as Azaiwa entered the room, glancing over the whole class for 'Attendance' and then went to his desk. Immediately catching sight of the note and quickly read it before raising an eyebrow and throwing a glance to Silver, then nodded and put it somewhere on his desk. Thankfully Silver understood that was a show of agreement to the note. After the normal morning routine Azaiwa huffed and pulled his sleeping bag out from under his desk, showing his next thing was something he hated, yet something he knew the class would love.

"It's coming." Azaiwa groaned, "The school festival." Everyone immediately burst into joyous noise while Silver glanced around, absolutely lost. Was this a type of thing his world would do but he just hadn't learned (because he barely knew what holidays were) or was this something completely new?

Kirishima stood up quite fastly after some thought, "Wait, Mr. Azaiwa! Are we sure we can even do this? With all the Villains around?"

SilverPsychic; Sooo...yeah. That happened. Also explaining Silver's already very complicated power. Silver can hear any language and understand it, he can also read in other languages, as well as speak it. Speaking or hearing it always sounds like English, and reading it looks like it normally would. For example, 'Teacher' in kanji will still look like Kanji but he will just understand it magically. O.O So yeah Im doing that.

Silver; ...Wha-?

Izuku; COOL! OMGTHATWILLBESOHELPFUL!

SilverPsychic; also...I will be posting the next chapter hopefully sooner...NEXT TIME! Its SCHOOLENT TIME! They brainstorm ideas to do for the School festival, visit Eri, cry a bunch and get caught up on a BUNCh of school work. See you soon!