Dark raindrops pattered off the cracked concrete of the dank alleyway.

The narrow pathway, between a strip club and a hot pot place was littered with torn pieces of aluminum foil and crumpled up beer cans and wet newspapers. The night was engorged with a dense fog that forced the lone taxi cab driving past to blink its high beams on. It passed the mouth of the alleyway and blew a plastic bottle from its place by a trash can down into the alley. The bottle clattered and rolled over the cracks before bouncing into the shoulder of a figure laying face down at the precipice of a pothole that filled up with water. The thick air wafted over the rusted dumpster seated next to the waterfall pouring out of the gutters into the drowned pothole.

A pothole was obscured by a head of blonde hair belonging to a husky figure in a hero costume. The figure was face-down with his limbs limp on either side. The rain traced over his broad shoulders and soaked his uniform which was now clung to him like a tight noose imprisoning him to this final resting spot. From the pale skin tinted in ice blue, he had been in that puddle for quite a while.

A soft breeze brushed over the strands of hair sticking upward. The squelch of boots slapped into another puddle just feet away in the center of the alley. The boots squeaked over the damp concrete and stopped just inches away form the crown of his head. A brief tisk, and then the man crouched down.

Keigo narrowed his yellow eyes and tilted his head like a confused puppy. He reached his hand out and poked the man's cheek. Sure enough, the frigid skin zinged his fingertip. He retracted his hand stared at his hand. He clenched it and sighed before pulling out his notepad. He pulled out his pencil and scribbled onto the page. Then, he tapped on his ear and clicked on the earbud that chirped and illuminated with a yellow ring in the center.

"Hey, Drake," he said. "When you got a sec, fly on down to the corner of Hoth and Mandolore. This...is a weird one."

"It's about to get weirder."

Hawks sprung to his feet. Priding himself on keeping a cool head, he would later chastise himself for his beet red face and the whining gasp that escaped his lips. It was a thin, even frail face that he had not seen in years. The spiked black hair along with the dark stitched stretched over his scarred body obscured by the loose fitting black jacket around his tattered white tee shirt. His muscles long gone, the man stumbled and hugged his body while shaking under the torrential downpour. He stopped underneath a copper streetlight that cast an auburn pallor over him.

"No," Hawks said. "I thought you were-."

"Dead? In prison?" he asked in a shaking tone. "You stopped visiting me years ago. So how would you know?"

Hawks stepped forward. A look of pity flashed across his face as he paused just shy of the street light. He placed a hand in his jacket pocket and cast a glance down at his feet.

"Touya," Hawks said. "I don't know how you broke out, but you need to go back. For your own sake."

"Are you going to arrest me," Touya Todoroki said with a mirthless chuckle.

"No, I'm asking you. As a...friend." Hawks said. "You need to leave. My partner is going to be here any second."

"I don't have much time left, Keigo," Touya said. "This is my last chance at redemption, and I'm not going to waste it."

Hawks glanced at the dead body drowned in the puddle. His wings bristled, and one of the scarlet feathers latched off his frame and hovered right by his shoulder. He stared at nape of Touya's neck and prepared to launch his feather and slice the taut skin. In a way, he thought of it as a mercy killing. Toya coughed and hacked his lungs while the rest of his body shook under his cold clothes. He doubled over and clutched his midsection before swallowing and wiping his eyes that were polluted by the droplets falling off his hair.

"Don't worry," Toya said. "I was already weak even before this happened. I only get an hour of yard time, and it's solitary."

"Touya," Hawks shook his head. "Please tell me you didn't-."

"I had nothing to do with this," Touya gestured at the dead hero. "But I know why it happened. And I need you to help me find out who is doing this. If we don't...the entire world is at stake."

"I don't have time for games, Touya. You have five seconds to tell me what happened, or I'll-."

"You'll what?" Touya asked. "Kill me? Throw me back in prison? Keigo, you should know me better by now. I...I have nothing left. No father. No brother. No family. I have no legacy left behind, Keigo. When I die, I'll evaporate into nothingness. Like these raindrops back up to those clouds above us. And then into nothingness. I had no reason to break out. Not until something happened to me. And Keigo...you're my last hope to solve this. And to give me another chance. At...living."

A terse silence entangled the two. Hawks stared deep into Touya's eyes. For once, there was no playfulness or designs. It was a genuine appearance of concern.

"What is it?" Keigo asked. "What happened to Mirio?"

Toya looked over at the puddle. The former hero known as Lemillion lay stiff and lifeless in the alleyway. Touya sighed and lifted up his palm before him.

"The same thing that happened to me," he said.

Toya stopped. Only the sound of the pouring rain interrupted the pause as Touya's eyes started to water. If Keigo did not know better, he would think it was rain. However, he saw the tears drip over his sunken cheeks and mixed with the drops that splattered on the ground and drenched his torn black boots.

"I lost my quirk," Touya said. "And very soon...unless you can help me...the whole world will be quirkless. Forever."

Come one, come all! Yes, welcome to my second very SYOC for BNHA! I am so grateful to get started up again, as I need to write more in order to become better!

You may be familiar with Your Hero Academia: An American Life. Yes, that was me, and this will be a sequel. However, you won't need to have knowledge of that story. I will fill you in as we go along! That said, I pride my self on having finished that story! Now, I get to do it again! I must admit I am doing this as I have just moved and have not written as much as I would have liked. So now, I am going to have you cheer me on and force myself to write more than ever!

My schedule outside of work is relatively open right now. I promise to be prompt and timely with my updates. I can't promise the 5,000 page chapters that my previous SYOC made, but I'm hoping to grow our little community and have some fun while doing it!

Submissions are now open via PM or review. Preferably PM with the characters name in the subject. I really don't have much preference in what I would liek to see. I don't have any real agenda on this one other than having fun!

To the people whose characters I wrote for my first SYOC, the students of USAHS (the name of the school), thank you so much for your support. You are welcome to submit as well. And don't worry, plenty of cameos of your characters will follow!

We also have a discord you can enter. I hope this link works. Otherwise, let me know.

Also, don't be afraid to spread about this via reddit or whatever! I also wonder if I should crosspost with AO3. Let me know if you think this is a good idea.

Time to play again!

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SYOC FORM

Name:

Age (probably 15-17 as far as age range)

Gender:

Nationality:

Personality (This is the big one. Don't just list adjectives. Give me a feeling of what this character is like as a human being!):

Appearance

Body build:

Eye color:

Hair style and color:

How do they wear their school uniform:

Typical dress clothes:

Formal wear:

Swimwear:

Hero costume (no need to be a fashion designer, just a basic rundown.):

Accessories (on uniform or just day-to-day):

Quirk (name and use):

Backstory

History:

Family:

Friends:

What do they do at this school? Extra activities?:

Other Stuff

Likes (at least 5):

Dislikes/fears (at least 5):

Strengths (either quirk strengths or regular strengths):

Weaknesses (same as above. Include equal or more weaknesses than strengths please):

How do they feel about villains?:

Habits/Hobbies:

Reaction to killing someone (if it happens):

What story arc do you envision this character having (if any):

Romance (you up for it? If so, with whom?):

Also in my bio. This will take place two years after the events of Your Hero Academia: An American Life. Izuku Midoriya is your homeroom teacher. Tommy Wiseau is your principal. The school is the United States Academy of Heroics And Sciences (Yes I changed the name a bit).

The setting is not determined yet. Obviously I would like to have it in America, but let me know if you have suggestions. I'm still open to anything.

It's time to play again.

Go beyond. Plus ultra.