GreedEman: Probably your best chapter in a while, its great fun just watching these characters react off each other. Also, what do you mean Dexter is worse than Jimmy, always thought it was mainly Dee-Dee that was the problem for him?
Re: That's what I love about Multi-Crossovers, like Project X Zone or Marvel x Capcom; you can get so much funny dialogue. As for the other thing, I refer to Dexter's various neuroses. Dexter might be Intelligent, but he isn't Wise. Jimmy seems to be operating on some kind of Shoestring Budget, and while most of what goes on around him invariably becomes his fault, he DOES reach out to help OTHER people when it "isn't his fault".
At least as far as I remember. It's been a LOOOOONG time since I watched Dexter's Laboratory.
For minh180621's comment about "Tinker power", when I considered how Lombax Intelligence seemed to work (they made a reality-warping helmet powered by a DIESEL ENGINE, complete with rip cord), I considered what it would be like "from the inside" as an unashamed nod to Isekai Cheat Abilities. Emmet's "Master Builder" moment in the Construction Yard was way cool aesthetically, but I also loved mixing in nods to Ben 10 and Jimmy Neutron, since from a first-person perspective it wouldn't "just be one thing" but a combination.
Greek-God of Speed: "How my circle of friends came to have an "ojousama" archetype in it" I believe that you misspelled "Harem" I can't name any character he associates with that is male that isn't gran torino, even if his friend circle is just referred to as a Harem ironically it's still happening
Re: While the ratio between Male & Female acquaintances was extremely slanted in the beginning, he did begin making male friends once he started going to school. Naruki Wakatsuki, Togami Taiyo, Kageto Futabayashi, Tomu Kaneko, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, and then you've got his "Online Friends" in Shigaraki, Stain, Rappa, Mustard, and Shinso.
It just so happens that the female cast are all show-stealers. Yomi Fujimi, Shiori Usui, and Kuromi Hikage are all a joy to write for, as I really enjoy Nurse Hitomi's Monster Infirmary, and how it just really meshes with both My Hero Academia and Daily Life with a Monster Girl.
For Pathfinder097's comments, that was a generalized "Sebastian", not from Black Butler in particular.
As for the "problem" with Kamen Rider, I don't have one; it's just that in the context of that world, I (in a Self-Insert fashion) would hope that in the Corporate Age (see: Tiger & Bunny), people would be a bit more creative with their Hero Identities. It just makes too much sense for Tiger & Bunny to not occur before My Hero Academia; or at the very least for there to have been a "Corporate Age" with sponsors and logos back when the Hero Industry was "just starting out".
To darkhero what must be done, yes, the soup is "fishy" in both taste and origin.
Just like how the "Perfectly Normal Beasts" of Lamuella are in of themselves perfectly normal, if you exclude the fact that they suspiciously disappear into and appear-from oblivion.
*AHA*
"Fingers crossed I can get this number into the double digits."
-hummed I to myself as I looked at my Days Without Incident count-up timer.
Spoiler Warning: I would not.
*AHA*
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Or rather, that's what I would say if anything actually had "changed". Because based on all evidence I've seen thus-far, it has not. People are still the same judgmental, prejudiced assholes they've always been; the only difference now is everyone has a case of "the stupids" like every background character in every superhero comic book in the history of ever.
Of course, it isn't all bad. Dodgeball, the one physical activity I was actually good at the first time around, has remained largely unchanged in the two-hundred-plus years I've been "gone"; the "Five Ds" have remained the same as they've always been.
"Dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge."
What makes me different, other than the new body, is that instead of dodging up until the end of the game and/or running out the clock, now I actually have the hand-eye-coordination to go on the attack.
Of course, that doesn't mean my dodging ability has taken any sort of hit; just the opposite in fact
Compared to Gran Torino and the odd sparring session we've done by the river or the roof, the dodgeballs thrown by these middle school kids might as well be moving in slow-motion.
And why am I suddenly on the attack?
Well, other than wanting to do things a little differently "this time around", as of late, some of the boys from my class have been galivanting off to the infirmary to ogle Hitomi's boobs; they've confessed as much out loud, and in mixed company of all places. As such, I've taken it upon myself to grant them "death by red rubber" at every opportunity.
Because unlike in anime, in real life, Japanese girls don't kick the shit out of guys for being pervs in the most conspicuous fashion possible. They have to be more subtle about that, outside of gym class.
That or get a guy to do it, i.e. me, within the bounds of gym class for them.
*WHAP!*
"GAH!"
*POW!*
"UGH!"
*SLAP!*
"AIEEEEE!"
"Dun, dun, dun~ Another one bites the dust~" Shiori sang as my peers tossed their dodgeballs my way like I were an artillery piece.
Not that I'm complaining~
"You get a ball, and you get a ball and you get a ball!" I say aiming for the class perverts with every ounce of strength this twelve-year-old body can bring to bear.
Which given all of my training prior is not insubstantial.
Mind you, I'm no "Teen Gohan", but I am definitely in better shape than the vast majority of my peers. Only Kendo Itsuka and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu are in my present ballpark, given their choice in career path.
"IT'S DEATH BY RED RUBBERRRRRRR!" the monkey-like pre-teen from the 'Journey to the West' quartet cried before catching a ball to the side of the face.
"You're out!" Moji-sensei called out.
"Muh… Mercy…!" Hanyuu Daisuke, the class's boob-obsessed mega-perv, whimpered from his place on the floor.
"Hmmmmmm. No~"
*BONK!*
*AHA*
"Hoo. What a day," I sighed after a thankfully-uneventful day of school. Most of the "hype" from that Truck Villain thing had finally died down once the would-be hangers-on realized that bridge (and the adjoining swampland) wasn't (weren't) selling, and I could return to a bit of normalcy.
On the side, I had been engaged in a chatroom with Mei and Momo over the past week; Mei now had someone to pester that wasn't me, and I was happy to see that Momo "Ojou-sama" was learning to make genuine friends. She hadn't seen fit to mention how that had gone over on her end, but Mei didn't care and I knew where my boundaries lay.
This I kept mostly to myself since neither of them went to Damoto and it wasn't anyone's business who outside the school I made friends with. And at the very least, I didn't want there to be any bleed over from my circle of friends if they found out I knew someone who was "filthy stinking rich" as Mei put it when she found out that Momo's family was the founder & owner of some big meta-material-manufacturing international super-conglomerate.
I was surprised to learn that Momo wanted to become a Hero, as opposed to taking a cushy desk job at her family's company if not inheriting it wholesale, and when she found out that Mei and myself would likely to go Yuuei in the future, the sheer joy and relief that came to Momo's face almost made me break down into tears as well.
Papi had also been stopping by on occasion whenever Sorahiko and I trained on the roof, and I finally got to use that Support Harness I got for Christmas. It was real scary at first, letting her foist me from solid ground voluntarily, but after I accepted the idea that she wouldn't willfully drop me, and that the company that made my harness had an excellent track record, I got to really enjoy the birds-eye view of Asaka. It was thanks to this (relatively) one-of-a-kind experience that I came to understand Tobita Haruna's flight-assisted wanderlust a bit better.
Of course that didn't stop me from chastising the hell out of her when I caught her smoking on the roof, and I got a real scare when Moji-sensei cracked his head open trying to catch her after she got accosted by some angry avian parents; but all in all my relationship with her had improved as well. That she even managed to become Papi's friend meant she too had someone other than me to pester, and having to look after Papi might teach Tobita how to be a responsible adult in the future.
I chose to ignore that she was borderline simping for my P.E. teacher.
Apart from getting used to Naruki having a conjoined twin of the female variety, nothing else of note really seemed to occur at school.
I was still sad that the Mon Squad wouldn't be a permanent fixture of my life anymore, but it was perfectly feasible that that would change if Naruhata's sparse Hero population got their shit together; and it wasn't like they would never visit. Police investigations took time, and while the Mon Squad could do patrol work and fight Wolf or Tiger-level threats out in the open (by the One-Punch Man metric I used in opposition to this world's alphabetical system which went from F-Rank all the way to a "theoretical" SS-Rank), they worked best as "surgical tools" instead of free-roaming attack drones.
And it was lots of fun having Sorahiko and Elma around; even if my close bond to the latter (as well as our inside jokes) made the prior think I had some sort of Oedipus complex.
Elma wasn't expressing the same sexual interest in me that Tohru and sometimes she had for Kobayashi-san, so there was that at least.
"U-Um, Takei-kun."
"Shizuru?" I asked in the Transparent Girl's direction.
"You um, you have some visitors," she announced, taking a hold of my hand and pointing my finger out the window, a pair of officers in uniform standing a couple meters inside the gate, the other students giving them a berth. "I… heard from the others as they left."
" . . . Alright. Let me get my things."
*AHA*
"Whatever it is you think I did, I don't recall doing anything that'd warrant a police response," the boy the two were sent out to fetch said once he got within a few meters of them.
"Oh, don't worry, you aren't in trouble or anything," the man on the right, a tall lanky man light-blue skin and a single horn raising the brim of his hat replied with a wave.
"Then why're you here for me?" Takei asked.
"There was a tiny… incident in Naruhata," the man on the left, a shorter and broad-shouldered man with lightish-red skin and two horns raising the brim of his hat answered.
"Did something happen to the Mon Squad?" the boy asked with slightly-widened eyes.
"I mean… it's always 'something'," the blue-skinned man in the uniform answered with a shrug.
"If you could just come with us, we'll explain on the way," the red-skinned man in the uniform said pointing over his shoulder.
"Sure, sure. Let me tie my shoes and make sure I have everything," he said setting down his bag and taking a knee.
"Just don't take too much time, alright?"
The two men in uniform turning around and waiting to escort their target, the succinct *Click* of a hammer being drawn back caused them to whirl around, the middle schooler raising a New Nambu Model 60 in their direction with one hand, the other pressing his phone to his ear, an ankle holster momentarily visible before his pant leg fell back down.
"Kuroyama-san, yeah, it's me," the boy began, gun hand unwavering even as the nearby students began to back away. "Listen, I've got some fake cops wanting me to go off with them. Can you send someone by to pick them up?"
"Hey, we're not-"
"Yeah, I figured you'd know if anyone legit came to get me," the tiger-haired blond continued, sidearm shifting at the blue-skinned man when he stepped forward, the other kids starting to realize something was off and giving a wider berth. "Uh huh… Yeah, I can hold them here," he said sliding the phone into his pocket before getting to his feet, spreading out his stance, and bracing the bottom of the double-action revolver as he took a step back. "Don't move. This sucker's loaded and I do know how to use it."
At this, the two men clicked their tongues, any help from the nearby teachers stymied as soon as word began to spread that they were "fake cops".
"Damn brat…!" the blue-skinned man growled.
"You're too smart for your own good…!" the red-skinned man added angrily.
"Oh, I think I'm just smart-enough for my own good," Takei said as his eyes darted between the two of them. "Looks like I wasn't paranoid to come packing heat after all. I wonder if they'll give me my P-90 back after this," he hummed thoughtfully.
"YOU DAMN BRAAAT!" the blue-skinned 'cop' growled as he rushed forward, uniform ripping as he doubled in size, annihilating his own shoes as-
*BANG!*
Students and faculty screaming around them, the blue-skinned man let out a pained wail as his singular horn was blown off his head, at least half of it falling to the ground. The taller of the two falling to the ground and shriveling up like a raisin as his Quirk "rebounded" on him, when the other man bulled forward, horns growing behind massive arms as lightish-red skin turned a more-vivid tone, the two follow-up shots bounced off his skin as he tripled in size, the panicked cries beginning to spread with cries of- "VILLAIN!" -sounding through the air.
"Fuck! Shit! EVERYBODY RUN!" Takei swore as he rounded on his heel and bolted, the red-skinned 'Ogre Villain' thundering across the schoolyard.
*AHA*
"Man, fuck this, I need a bigger weapon!" I swore as I ran around the back of the school.
No way was I going to lead him inside if I could help it. Not with Hitomi still inside.
And if the two of them were brothers with similar weaknesses, no way was the "Red Ogre" going to let either of his horns get blown off. And to make matters worse, I was already down half of my .38 Cal rounds. The horn I had shot off had probably been my first and only freebie.
As it stood, I might actually have to wait for a Hero to come around and bail my ass out of his.
And even if the Hero couldn't do the job, I just had to be faster than that guy (or girl) when/if they showed up.
After all, what kind of Japanese civilian would I be if I didn't give a local Hero the chance to "die heroically"?
*AHA*
"G-Geez, that guy really wants to grab him, doesn't he?" Tatara Ken hummed nervously as he watched the "Red Ogre" relentlessly chase after Takei, this being the two's third lap around the school building.
"I don't think that's anything to be impressed by," Moji Yukki hummed as he sat atop the incapacitated Villain's back.
Thankfully, whatever students remained had the common sense to keep their distance, and the teachers had at the least restrained the "Blue Ogre" with rope from the storehouse. Not that the Villain was in much of a shape to try and escape with how-badly his Quirk had rebounded on him. Heck, at this point even Hitomi could've kept him down. with one hand behind her back.
Now it was just a matter of waiting for the Police & Hero response.
"Still, you must be proud, having a student so diligent in his fitness," Tatara hummed as Takei came around for another lap, easily keeping pace with an augmenter-class Quirk like what "Red Ogre" had at his disposal.
"I just wish it wasn't because he had to literally run for his life on the regular," Moji hummed sadly.
"At least he isn't firing off his gun anymore," Tatara hummed. "Not that we'll be able to stop him from bringing it to school after what just happened…" the man groaned, he himself having been completely fooled by the two Villains' fake police uniforms.
"And here I thought this sort of thing only happened in B-Movies," Otome Kaminaga hummed with a finger to her chin as the two came around the corner once again, her hair suddenly standing on end as out from the front door came- "HITOMI!"
"HITOMI?!" Tatara and Moji cried as the clumsy mono-eyed nurse came out the front door, confusion on her face as to what was going on.
And it wasn't only them that had taken note of her presence. Takei and the Red Ogre both had taken stock of the situation, and Tatara could only imagine the revolting look on the Villain's face as he dug his heel into the ground before lunging towards her.
"HITOMI!" Takei and Tatara-sensei cried. And though the two ran for her at the same time, not only was Takei closer, but he was faster as well; not that much of a stretch since the man was a smoker and a science teacher.
By some miracle, Takei managed to be faster than the Villain whose legs were as long as he was tall, running faster than Moji-sensei had ever seen him run before as he leapt at Hitomi, shielding her head with his body and bashing through the front doors of the school as he pulled her away from the Villain's initial swipe.
*AHA*
"T-Takei-kun!? What's going on?!" Hitomi cried, mono-eye wide with fear as a giant red-skinned ogre in a ruined police uniform shouldered the double doors off their hinges, his hulking frame sending shoe lockers toppling away like dominos.
"Don't worry! I won't let anything happen to you! I promise!" Takei cried as he carried her bridal style and ran as though she were the most-important thing in the world.
And for all intents and purposes, she was the most-important thing in the world; in his world.
"TAKEI! THIS WAY!" Itsuka cried from down the hall, beckoning them around the corner. The two diverting course, the Red Villain's massive bare feet sore up floor tiles as he slid to a stop, thundering down the hall in mindless pursuit of his prey.
Rounding the corner however, he was met with the strange sight of a janitor with a ferret-like head, a yellow mop bucket, a massive elastic band, and a silver-haired teen with shark-like teeth sitting in fetal position.
"SECRET TECHNIQUE: MOP BUCKET SLINGSHOOOOOT!"
The loud *THWANG!* of an elastic band recoiling and launching the silver-haired teen like a cannonball, the Villain willfully ignored the approaching projectile, only to regret it as the teen's skin suddenly went shiny and chrome, literally meeting him head-on and staggering him for a moment.
*AHA*
*BAM!*
"Ha haaa! I can't believe that worked!" Takei cried happily as a sound like a small vehicular collision sounded down the hall.
"STUPID BRAT!" a loud roar boomed as the sound of something shiny and chromed smashed into linoleum tiles followed by thundering footfalls.
"…Aw fuck, that didn't work!"
"Language!"
"IS NOW REALLY THE TIME FOR THAAAAAAAT?!" Takei cried as he threw Hitomi toward Itsuka.
The girl catching the school nurse with her [Big Fist]s and retreating into a classroom, Takei drew his sidearm, fired off a couple of shots into the Red Villain as he rounded the corner, and stomped up the stairwell. As the Red Villain thundered up the stairs, Hitomi cried out against Itsuka's finger, the red-head herself flinching at her agonized tone.
*AHA*
"DAAAMN YOU STAIIIRS!" I cried at the top of my lungs as I scurried frantically up the stairs on all fours, the Red Villain on my ass shoulder checking the walls on every turn as he clawed his way up the stairwell behind me. And it certainly didn't help that his other shoulder was ripping the center railing up as well.
Credit where credit was due, though. The nearby students still inside the building had the good sense to run away as I literally scurried for my life, and however-much damage Tetsutetsu caused must've pissed him off enough to keep him mad, but not-enough that he'd stay behind to finish the job.
Good for Tetsutetsu, bad for me.
"Please don't be locked please don't be locked please don't be locked!"
*AHA*
"Tobita! Do you see any Police or Heroes coming in?" Moji-sensei asked over the line.
"They're coming, but I don't think they're going to be here fast-enough," Tobita said nervously into her phone as she turned away from the horizon.
Takei shoulder-checking his way onto the roof and scurrying for the fence on the opposite end of the landing, a moment later the roof entrance buckled as the Red Villain bulled into the doorframe, his head sticking out, one of his horns bearing a crack.
"Crap! Takehiko just got cornered!"
"I'm coming up there!"
"N-No! Don't! I can swoop in and-"
"Do not!" Moji-sensei roared. "You've already tried that in gym, and you can barely get off the ground with a passenger!"
"W-Well I can't just do nothing!" the Winged Girl cried as she watched an exhausted Takei holding himself up by the fence with one hand as the Red Villain tore his way onto the roof, shielding his horns with one arm while Takei raised his sidearm in his other hand.
*AHA*
"One round left… Fuck."
And it wasn't like Tobita was going to be much help; she could barely get off the ground with a single passenger half her size, let alone his size.
"You little shit…! Im'ma make those Mon Cunts pay for what they did to us! Starting… with… YOU!" the Red Villain roared as he tore his way through the roof entrance, shielding his horns with one arm, using the other as a forelimb to gallop forwards.
[Tactical Time Dilation], don't fail me now!
*AHA*
For the teachers of Damoto Chugakko, the waiting was the worst par-
*Bang!*
"T-TAKEHIKOOOO!" Haruna's voice cried out from over the phone a moment later.
*THUD!*
"TOBITA! WHAT HAPPENED!?" Moji-sensei cried out as his hairs stood on end.
"T-Takehiko, he…! I couldn't… I couldn't do anything and…! They fell! They both fell!"
"What?!"
"God… dammit… Where the hell is everyone?!" Tatara grit out, crushing his cigarette in his hand before he snatched a pair of bats off of two students before running around to the back of the school, toward the sound of where something incredibly heavy had fallen.
If anything happened to him, Hitomi would be inconsolable…
"C'mon kid, please be okay, please be okay…!" Tatara grit out as he rounded the corner with bats raised in twin two-handed grips, spotting the red-skinned body in ruined clothes resting face-up in a crater, and then the busted fence high above.
It didn't take a science teacher, let alone a rocket scientist, to figure out what had happened. But that still left him with questions that needed answering.
Just what the hell had happened? Was a fall from that height really enough to take out a Villain with an augmenter-class Quirk?
"Se… Sensei…!" Tobita sobbed as she came down for a clumsy landing, scraping her knees, but that being far from the cause of her tears.
"Tobita… Tobita, what happened?" Moji said as he came around the corner as well with a bike over his head.
"Takehiko, he… He made one last stand, he got a shot off… and then the Villain tackled him through the fence and over the side…" she Winged Girl sobbed.
"T-TAKEI-KUUUN!" a shrill voice cried that ripped out heartstrings, everyone looking to the opposite corner to find a wide-eyed Hitomi with a horrified look in her eye, an ashen-faced Gordy, and Itsuka helping Tetsutetsu along, the color drained from their faces as well.
And why wouldn't they? Because right beside the body of the fallen Villain was the feline-eared middle schooler, face-down in the dirt and unmoving, his sidearm half crumpled and tossed to the side.
"O-Oi oi oi! Takei! This isn't funny!" Tetsutetsu raged before coughing up blood and falling to a knee, Itsuka holding him upright as Hitomi scrambled toward the fallen student. Tears pouring down her face and a shoe flying free before the tripped over her own two feet, the ditzy woman landed on her face before crawling the rest of the way over, an agonized wail leaving her as she beheld the inert body on the ground.
"Takei-kun… Nooo…!" Hitomi whimpered as the wind howled overhead, the sound of police sirens and ambulances finally arriving in the background.
*AHA*
"ALL OF YOU! GET BACK! GET BACK!" Officer Kuroyama bellowed as he and the other Police and a few local Heroes shouldered their way through the students that had gathered around the rear corners of the school.
Clearing the crowds, the authorities were greeted by the worst sound a man on the job could ever hear in the wake of a Villain attack; the agonized wails of a grief-stricken mother, mourning their child.
Manaka Hitomi, the woman that had brought Takehiko Tokei to Asaka, where he would go on to become his baby girl's "Nii-nii", was wailing unconsolably beside an unmoving body. And right beside them, also unmoving, was the body of the remaining Villain, equally inert.
"Don't just stand there!" the police chief bellowed. "Get those Iron Maidens secured! I don't want that Villain waking up a free man!"
"Um… sir…?" one of the newbie Heroes with spiky yellow hair and battery iconography on his costume spoke up after he inspected the body. "I don't think that's really going to be an issue?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?" the mustachioed police chief inquired.
"Telling?"
" . . . "
"I-I mean, I'm telling you," the newbie Hero asserted, waving the man over.
Kuroyama, followed by two men in riot gear, moved over to the Villain's body. The newbie hero bringing his fingers together and generating a tiny ball of electricity, shone a pale yellow light down into the Villain's snarling mouth revealing a hole in the back of it, the dirt-packed ground just visible from the other side.
"What do you think happened?" another Hero dressed like a fire extinguisher asked.
"Takehiko-kun, he…" he said looking over his shoulder to where Hitomi was still sobbing over the young teen's unmoving form, and then to the crumpled sidearm off to the side. "He must've gotten a lucky shot in. Fired a round into the only unarmored spot he could find."
"Why would a middle schooler need a gun?" the battery-themed Hero asked.
"Pheh. That girly team probably doesn't make him feel safe enough," the fire extinguisher-themed Hero chuffed unashamedly.
"As I recall, that 'girly team' has done more for this city than you and your office put together," Kuroyama scoffed in turn before turning back to the body. "Someone bring by a forklift… That and a body bag," he muttered as Hitomi let out another agonized wail, her left elbow finding the crotch of an officer that attempted to pull her away.
*AHA*
"You know, we really must stop meeting like this~"
"If this is part of the universe's sense of humor, I'm not laughing."
And what exactly was Takei not laughing at?
The pink kimono-clad blue-haired incarnation of death riding a boat oar as he floated next to the lip of the roof he'd been tackled over, looking down at his own body as Hitomi elbowed a police officer in the crotch when he (unwisely) tried to pull her away.
"As far as out-of-body experiences go, this is one of the more-entertaining ones," the grim reaper hummed as another cop made the same mistake, only from the right.
The result was roughly the same.
"Wait, you mean I'm actually not dead?"
"Your body is surprisingly robust, as of late," the grim reaper shrugged. "Not like that other guy. You shot him right in the mouth."
"Yeah, well, it's not like my bullets would've worked anywhere else…"
"Hey, I don't really care one way or another how people die. They all come to me either way," the incarnation of death shrugged. "Now, run along, little hero. Your tale doesn't end quite yet~"
"Joy."
*AHA*
*Wheeeeze!*
"Oh god…! That really sucked…!" the once-inert body on the ground wheezed suddenly, shakily rising and getting a knee beneath itself.
"T-TAKEI-KUUUN!" Hitomi cried as she tore herself away from the officers at the edge of the cordon, scrambling forward and losing her other shoe before falling to her knees and embracing the tiger-haired blond as he got up, fresh tears and snot flowing anew as she hugged his head to her bosom like he'd vanish if she let him go.
"Owwwwww…"
"HOLY SHIT! HE'S ALIIIIVE!" Tetsutetsu cried, shocked gasps beginning to spread from those still there.
"Boya! Boya!"
"Sora…hiko…" Takei grunted limply from Hitomi's bosom as the old man toddled forward on his cane.
"I left as soon as I heard. How the heck'd you survive that fall?" the old man asked as he looked all the way up.
"I think the other guy cushioned my fall…" Takei grumbled as he looked at the tarp covering the Red Villain's face and part of his body, his other limbs splayed out. "Hold on, why didn't he shrink back?"
"Some Quirk Factors work differently than others, I suppose," the old man replied, making a point of chasing off the paramedics who were approaching with a stretcher and a body bag. "Come on, let's get you checked out. Are you good to walk?"
"Not on his life!" Hitomi hissed, red in the cheeks as she lifted the battered schoolboy up in a bridal carry, those that were still around peppering the space behind the school building with catcalls and wolf whistles.
"I am literally too exhausted to care right now…"
*AHA*
Meanwhile, at the front of the school…
"Well this is a fine mess we'll have to contend with," the bald-headed school principal hummed as he looked at the ruined school doorway, the evening sun reflecting off his polished scalp.
"Eh, don't worry, Picar-sensei. Me and the night guy will get it," 'Gordy' hummed as he swept up some of the glass.
"Still, this is an ill portend…" the principal hummed as he looked further into the school, knowing that what awaited inside was a trail of destruction leading all the way to the roof and over the edge.
"Well, at least this school keeps up on its insurance premiums," the ferret-headed man shrugged. "And hopefully next time, the kid has a bigger weapon."
"I'm hoping there isn't a 'next time' at all…" the principal sighed wearily, wondering if things would only get worse as it sunk in that the Mon Squad, the largely 'unsung heroes' of Asaka-shi, were no longer present.
"Well, look on the bright side. At least Golden Week's coming up soon."
"Perhaps, but I don't think the Villains will always have that sort of timing in mind when they plan their assaults," Picar sighed, wondering if they could get the school back into perfect shape by the time Golden Week ended.