Chapter 10
Well someone clearly just discovered how to online shop lately, was my first thought when I saw the huge stack of packages in the vestibule when I walked into work this morning. Package delivery was just one of my many added duties when working in the activities department in an under-staffed facility, something the job application had left all mentions of out of the job description when I had first applied. I had taken the added duties with as much dignity and grace as I could muster in an effort to take it in stride, managing only to acclimate to tasks I had accomplished with constant repetition.
Once I had clocked in and dropped off my purse, stuffing it with my Assassin's Creed hoodie in the cabinet with the choir books, I quickly scooped Mirin out of her cage and set her in her playpen to roam. I was about to move back towards the vestibule when the Netherland dwarf caught my attention by sprinting right where I had been standing outside of her pen.
"What? What you want? Did you miss me?" I cooed. Originally, I wasn't supposed to come in today, having asked off to escort my mother to her oncology appointment with the specialist since it was my turn to do it, but my mother's oncologist got called away for some last minute emergency and had to push her appointment to next week. Maybe Mirin knew that, somewhere in her golf-tee sized brain. All the articles I had researched for how to care for rabbits had stated that they were smarter than people thought. Her front paws pressed up against the wires of the pen and stood up on her hind-legs expectantly, staring at me with pleading soft brown eyes that seemed reminiscent of a puppy begging for food. Clever girl.
"Okay, but only a few treats." Giving her head a good scratch between the ears, I smiled, savoring the unbelievable softness of her fur, and dumped out her litter box before stuffing it with shredded paper and fresh hay. Rather than do my usual round of teaching her tricks, I gave her a pinch of dried cranberries for her for good measure and hid them in the straw for her to find. I didn't have time to play with her and needed to leave for the vestibule before I became too distracted. Picking off a few stray clumps of rabbit fur, I began my meticulous schedule and checked each package for names before artfully stacking them from top to bottom on the three tiered cart in accordance to room number. It was method I had devised so I wouldn't accidentally miss somebody and have to double-back. Some layers were more cluttered than others, but it saved me the aggravation of having to remember and check what packages I had left. Once I was sure everything was in order, I shoved the cart through the double doors with as much careful force as I could muster. It was stuffed to the gills, the larger boxes and a bouquet of flowers unable fit on the narrower shelves with the other four hundred and three hundred apartments, but I had it safely tetris-ed together in a way so I wouldn't have to make a second trip.
Reaching for a cardboard box with the Mii Channel theme inexplicably stuck in my head, I knocked a similar rhythm of three eighth notes on the wooden door before entering, calling out "package delivery for a..." I frowned at the words for a moment, switching some of the similar looking characters in my head before recognizing the symbol for 'sea.' "Nanami Sato." The woman smiled in acknowledgement, filling me with strong sense of relief that pushed back the oncoming waves of anxious uncertainty. Nanami, the triplet name of the seven seas, for you and me. She was one of the newer residents which meant I was still struggling to remember her name, only understanding it once I added her to the attendance sheet. Thank goodness numbers were universally understood. Despite having studied Japanese off and on as a hobby for years, I still struggled reading the characters, as my kanji was weaker than my hirogana or katagana, but it helped that the addresses listed apartment numbers. It had certainly made memorizing the list of residents in alphabetical order an interesting challenge.
"Thank you, my dear. You've been a big help." She smiled, her wizened eyes crinkling around the edges.
"You're welcome. Have a good one," I replied automatically before closing the door behind me. Noticing my next target was sitting in the lounge reading the paper, I grabbed the sack of groceries and sat them on her walker. Her name was... I thought for a moment then the light bulb went off. Kaede Yamada, like the elderly priestess from Inuyasha, only nicer and not missing an eye.
"Here you go, Kaede, I've got your groceries right here for you."
"I was wondering where that had went. Thank you, Ari-chan." I tried not to smile too much at the nickname. My name was hard for most of the residents to pronounce, so I had long since given up on correcting them and had accepted the nickname as a term of endearment. It reminded me of the years in high school spent among people who I shared a common interest with and spent way too much time in the library reading and playing video-games with, a wistful reminder of happier times.
"You're welcome."
"Hey, I liked what you did to the fliers. I could never read the old ones very well and yours are very cute."
"It was nothing. I just organized them a bit better," I said with a flush of pride, thankful that the few college years I had put in the effort to learn basic graphic design didn't completely go to waste.
"We still have bingo at two o'clock, right?"
"That's what they say on the fliers."
"Good. I'll see you then."
"Sure thing." Moving past a few residents that were lining up for lunch by sitting on the benches in the hallway, one of the more wily male residents, a jokester by the name of Haruta Sato- no relation to Nanami, as I found out there were a lot of Satos here and found it easier to just refer to the residents by their first name -feigned a punch in the air in my direction.
"Two for flinching," Haruta chuckled before feigning two more punches towards my arm.
"Heeeey," I before playfully tapping his shoulder with my fist. The man was a tree, literally in some sense. His fingers resemble gnarled tree branches while an actual bonsai tree with a few bushy leaves grew out of his balding head instead of hair. "Watch it, Haru, or I'm not giving you candy the next time we play bingo."
"Oh come on, Ari-chan, you know I don't mean it."
"Yeah, I know, ya big goofball."
"You watch out now, Ari-chan," another resident named Sato warned, only her name was Sari. Her name always sounded like an apology, but her upbeat attitude was unapologetic. "That man will accidentally sweep you off your feet if you're not careful."
"Oh ho~ a real ladies man, aren't cha?" I teased.
"You know it." He puffed his stocky chest out proudly, much like a male bullfrog when they were trying to attract mates. "This mule has still got a few good kicks left."
This pattern continued on for the next ten or twenty minutes, either handing packages to the residents directly while making meaningless small talk or dropping them off in front of their apartment door. Most rooms had been left unlocked, this generation being the last one that trusted their neighbors enough to leave their places of residence unlocked, but I did encounter occasions where a resident had stepped out to do laundry or habitually locked the door behind them while they were still inside. Being an assistant, I had been denied the privilege of a skeleton key that a department head would normally receive without question and instead relied on a passing nurse or borrowed my boss's keys if I was truly desperate to enter a room, such as if the packages were perishable or they needed to be put away directly for a resident that had memory problems. I truly loathed the latter option as I did not know all of their systems for how they ran their kitchens and would get blamed if their loaf of bread wasn't in the freezer or packages of dango had been placed on the wrong side of the counter.
It was a system, and so far, everything was running smoothly, just like clockwork. Tick-tock, goes the clock. I knocked rhythmically on the next door before going in.
"Oh, it's you, ebi," a man burbled with a somewhat raspy voice. Then again, it was hard to talk when you lacked a human mouth. Ryouma Ebihara was a crabby old man, a somewhat ironic statement since he was, in fact, a lobster. Sitting next to him was his wife Kanima, who was more crab like only in the aspect that she had long feelers growing out from her head and was tucked into her shawl watching the television much like a hermit crab- which, in fact, wasn't a true crab, but a relative of lobsters and other similar crustaceans, as I learned from watching BBC's Blue Planet series on Netflix, courtesy of my sister who was into nature documentaries and was searching for a new creature to carve on her latest pottery piece.
"Yep, it's me." I replied back, trying to silence the amounting list of inappropriate questions stockpiling in my head, such as whether or not he would eat anything with butter or white wine and 'is it true that lobsters scream when boiled or was that the water escaping' and how many villains used the line 'serve you up on a silver platter' when fighting him during his pro-hero years. "I have a box for you."
"What the hell is that, ebi?" he asked like I had a x-ray vision Quirk that could allow me to divulge the contents. Why did people automatically assume I knew what was inside?
"I don't know. You want me to open it up for you?"
"Yes, just set it over there, ebi. If I get a hold of that thing, I'll just end up tearing it to shreds, and I've complained too many times on the phone to have it be replaced, ebi."
"Your arthritis acting up again?"
"Damned medication does absolutely nothing, ebi!" he grumbled, only being soothed by the soft hand squeezes of his wife. Kanima Ebihara was at the point of dementia where she couldn't even really speak anymore, but she still held onto her husband and their longstanding tradition of holding hands- or hand and claw in this case -to the point where it was almost a stemming behavior.
He's her lobster! my mind shrieked the Phoebe Buffay quote at me every time I saw the cute display of affection. Lobsters were supposed to mate for life, right? God, I wanted that.
"Hi, Kanima. You look like you're doing good today." She stared at me with a vacant smile before turning back towards the TV. Ryouma would sometimes drop her off at the weekly Jeopardy games I held on Tuesdays, so I was accustomed to her way of communicating. It was still awkward though, but at least I could say that I had tried to make an effort. "Alright then, you two, I've got other packages to deliver, so have a good day, okay?"
"Probably won't, but thanks, ebi." Ryouma griped before I shut the door behind me. Ebi. What a funny word. Ebi. Ebi. Ebi. My mind kept playing the word on loop. Ebi. It was shocking to me that people like him existed in real life, like it was a vocal tick for him. Ebi. Ebi. Ebi. Ebi Ebihara. God certainly picked the right name and Quirk for Ryouma when He made him. 'Ebi' meant crab, lobster, prawn, or shrimp in Japanese, depending on the spelling. Ebi ebi ebi. Wasn't there a character in Fairy Tail that said the word 'ebi' as a vocal tick too, one of Lucy Heartfelia's zodiac summons? Cancer, right? Only he should have been saying 'kani,' which mean crab and that was like his gimmick. Man, it had been so long since I had read Fairy Tail. I had to be way behind in arcs to even attempt to keep up with-
"Good morning, Blake-san!" a woman wearing default blue scrubs called out to me from down the other end of the breezeway.
"G'Morning..." I said cordially, my mind drawing an absolute blank when trying to place who it was I talking to as I moved closer to that end of the hall. I'd learned all of the residents' names out of necessity due to the activity department having to take attendance at events, but found it was unnecessary to learn every coworker's name- try as I might. After being here for a whole year, I knew I should have no excuses for not knowing their names, but most of them never wore name-tags and it's not like I had to keep score of how many times they showed up at activities.
"A-sai," the woman in blue scrubs said, stressing the syllables of her name nice and slow, like it would somehow make me understand her better. Out of all the people to flub names for, why did it have to be her?
"I know. I just... didn't recognize you," I put on a plastic grin at her attempt at humor, recognizing her now from the condescending speech pattern, though it was hard to tell since her hair was now short and worn down like many of the other nurses who worked here. Way to make things even harder for me to recognize you, Asai. "Did you get a new haircut?"
"I did. Thank you for noticing." Ever since I had made the mistake of asking what her name was during last year's Christmas party, Saiko Asai had made it her personal job to explain her name to me every time I came into contact with her. It was funny at first, and somewhat effective, but now it was starting to become annoying, like the early morning sun that was so blinding in the breezeway hallway. Whoever had designed the building had not taken in the fact that the garden viewing windows would make the summers hot and winters cold by letting such unobtrusive windows have no blinds.
I shielded myself from the strong rays of light and averted my eyes towards the ceiling and noticed a moth fluttering towards the ceiling. It kept moving towards the light, the light-bulb confusing its internal navigation so that it always kept crashing into the scorching glass bulb. Maybe it didn't like strong light either. Rather ignore it and just sweep up the corpse afterwards once it had starved to death and listen to whatever Asai was currently going on about like a normal person, I cupped my hands around the fluttering insect until I felt it walk onto my hand, able to easily touch the ceiling without having to stand on my tip-toes. In one motion, I covered it with my other hand and moved towards the nearby side door open for trash and recycling and awkwardly punched in the code with one of my knuckles before nudging the door open with my side. I opened my hands and watched as the moth crawled onto my finger tip before taking off, feeling a small sense of accomplishment of saving another pollinator from starving indoors.
"Well, have a good one, Asai," I said, interrupting whatever she had just finished saying and pushed my cart forward, refusing to look back and stay a moment longer. In my haste to leave, I failed to see what was in front of me and was met with force as the handles slammed into the backs of my palms, twisting the cart around in an awkward angle that jolted many packages I had precariously stacked on top of each other. I cursed under my breath as I knelt down and picked up a small group of packages that had tumbled over from the force. Thankfully, none of them were labeled as fragile.
"You okay, Blake-san?" Asai asked, stepping towards me and the cart in a way that appeared to be an offer of assistance.
"I'm fine. Just bumped into one of the benches-" I said right before seeing the vase of flowers fall off of the cart. The shatter of glass was deafening. God damn it. That's all I needed today.
"Oh my, are you alright, Blake-san? Are you hurt?" Then came the look, that look of pity that I hated with every fiber of my being.
"I'm fine." I held up my hand, trying to keep myself calm by going into problem solving mode. Judging from how the bouquet fell, only the rim of the vase broke, but there was water and glass everywhere now, and I didn't know where the closest vacuum was, housekeeping being mostly in charge of spills- nuisance -which meant I was now tasked with running off to find a vacuum while water and broken glass were left unattended in the hallway.
What a bother.
"Oh dear, those flowers were for Akane-chan, right?" I paled, having not thought that far ahead. Akane Matsumoto had to be one of the worst human beings I had ever met, and what was worse was that everyone loved her. She came from an old family and was the unofficial matriarch of Building B. We had an uneasy truce due to her being friendly most days when she got what she wanted, but this basically guaranteed my being shunned for the next five months. God, she was going to hate me now because I broke her vase- clumsy idiot! -and she'll end up calling the person who sent them the flowers- oblivious moron! -and that in turn will get back to my boss.
"-her?"
Oh god, I'm going to get fired because of my own ineptitude! This was all my fault!
My fault.
My fault. My fault. My fault. Oh god, I'm going to get fired-
"-ight?"
SHUT UP!
"(I said I can take care of it myself. Don't worry about it)," I said a bit more loud that even I recognized my tone had changed in volume. I took a breathe and, after realizing I had slipped back into English, repeated it back in Japanese. Calm down. Stop thinking about it. Nothing has happened yet. It's fine. I just needed to clean up, get a new vase, and then hide away for a few minutes until I calmed down, and everything will be fine. We had dozens of unused vases from flower donations. Surely it wouldn't take long to find one as a replacement. Akane hadn't seen the bouquet of flowers yet, so she wouldn't know the difference. No one would know the difference!
Praying that Asai would keep her mouth shut, I put out a Wet Floor sign and used my cart as a shield to keep people from walking on the glass and sprinted back towards the activities room, praying my boss wouldn't be there. She wasn't, thank god, as I didn't exactly want to explain why I was sprinting in here for a vacuum sweeper. I wasn't even sure how the flowers had fallen. It had happened all so fast and my back was turned when it happened. For all I knew, it could have caught on something I was wearing or my large hips or butt could have hip-checked the cart by mistake.
Briskly jogging back with a blue mini-vac in hand, the hallway was clear of employees and residents. Good. I plugged in the appliance into the closest outlet and began cleaning up. Nothing to see here. Just vacuuming. Once I had finished, I put it on the cart like it was a package I was delivering and raced towards the elevator to take me to Building B's ground floor. I had to visit the basement resident rooms anyways. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.
I knocked once on the door and announced myself before going inside. Sitting in her recliner, like usual, was Sachiko Tanaka, the Sestra Towers' own personal spinster and recluse. She was both parts morose and spitfire. In fact, it had been theorized that she was part wolverine, though it really depended on the day. Some days she was friendly enough to have entire discussions with, while others she was rude and refused to leave her room for any reason other than food (and sometimes not even then). Out of all of the residents I had to knock on the doors of, I loved visiting her the most, though it probably helped that she had a cat whom I absolutely adored, and since I was one of the few people in the facility she actually tolerated, I was in charge of getting her for events. Of course, that meant that I got blamed if I couldn't convince her to come, which always had me running a bit on edge anytime I knocked on her door. It was a complicated sort of relationship, one that left me different each time I came out of it.
"Hey Sachi, how are you feeling today?"
"Just like every other day. I feel like shit." Oh good, she appeared to be in one of her more agreeable moods today, this time sitting in her recliner instead of lying on her bed. "Well, don't just leave the door open. The kitty could get out. Come in." A humidifier was running in the corner of her apartment, sitting next to stacks of old newspapers that featured depressing headlines that spanned back at least ten years.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I feigned sympathy, not surprised at all by the answer. She was allergic to most smells and perfumes, and could scarcely breathe when moving past a room filled with freshly cut flowers, and due to a heart condition timed with dealing with breast cancer, she could never go to exercise without having a coronary. She also happened to be Quirkless and one of the few people I could talk to. Granted, she was sixty years older than me, myself being the youngest employee on staff, so it's not like I could socialize with many people my own age.
"Hey, Mimi~" I greeted the old calico cat with a happy scritch behind the ears and chin. Within seconds, the cat was purring putty in my hands, her head tilted low enough to flop onto her side from the pleasure of being pet. She didn't remain there long, doing figure-eights as I moved to refill her water bowls and food.
"You don't have to do that."
"Nah, it's fine. I was here to deliver cat-food anyways."
"Oh good, I was wondering where that went. You can just set the rest of it over there on top of the-"
"Yep, I know the drill." I sat the small bag of cat-food and Tide pods on top of the refrigerator, and stuck the TV guide underneath the stack of them that were used to line the bottom of Mimi's water bowls, replacing the wrinkled one discussing a TV adaptation of All Might's life. Man, how many TV shows were they going to make on the guy? I wonder if Izuku knew about this. Sending him a quick text asking him 'did you hear about the new TV series for All Might' followed by a picture of the magazine, I set the water bowl back on the the stack of TV guides and pocketed my phone.
"Thank you."
"Sure thing." Rather than leave, I sat down on the couch Mimi usually inhabited adjacent from where Sachiko was parked in her recliner and began petting her. The cat crawled into my lap only seconds later, acknowledging me as the Chosen One. "So how are those crime shows treating you? The one you talked about was Death's Kiss in Paradise, right?"
"Yes. It's about a detective who solves homicides on an island off the coast of Miami."
"That's right... Man, how many people end up murdered on a small island anyways?"
"I don't know, but it's some sort of American show involving drug busts."
"Oh yeah, the criminals in Florida usually hide their drugs on nearby islands away from the mainland. At least, that's how it usually goes. My sister is the one who usually follows crime and mystery shows," I mused mostly to myself, "I guess a lot of people could get murdered over drugs on a small island."
The phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked down towards my notification window and saw a continuing block of text that disappeared behind a few ellipses.
OMG YES! I saw leaks of that in the forums! I'm so excited to see how they portray him in- I tapped on the screen and typed in my pin -his early years in America. I'm told the actor playing him did a lot of research talking with David Shields in order to get an accurate depiction of what it was like.
Even if it doesn't turn out to be a true adaptation, I love seeing a good origin story.
Me too! I love a good prequel when it's done right, back when a character is still young and human and making mistakes just like the next person rather than always seeing them as the superhuman gods revered by society that they become. It's why I love Anakin Skywalker more than when he becomes Darth Vader.
As cool and badass as he is when he becomes Vader, there's something inherently beautiful about flawed people. I love me a vulnerable, love-able protagonist, even if they make me want to pull my own hair out sometimes.
"What are you doing?"
I blinked, pulling myself out of the conversation. "What?"
"I mean, what are you doing, spending time with an old woman like me?"
"I like you. Do I need a reason why to visit you?"
"Well no, but I'd think you would prefer to visit with someone who is a bit more pleasant." My phone buzzed a few more times in my hands before I quickly shoved it into my pocket, my face growing hot from embarrassment.
"Nonsense. I love our discussions." I then leaned in an exaggerated conspiratorial way. "And if I'm being honest, I'm just here to lie low for awhile. The cat and the company are just an added bonus."
"Oh, I see," the woman nodded slightly. "What did you do this time?"
I let out a long winded sigh. "I wasn't paying attention and knocked something over and broke Akane's flower arrangement. I gave her a different vase and fixed the flowers up, but if she finds out that it wasn't the original vase, she's going to be so mad."
"That won't happen, and if it does, Matsumoto can get over herself. That old witch needs to be put in her place sometimes and understand she can't scream and complain and order everyone around thinking it will get her what she wants."
"But I broke her property-"
"Did you mean to do it?"
"Well, no, but I still feel bad about it."
"Then you should have nothing to worry about. Accidents happen. Even if you weren't paying attention, it's not like you did it on purpose."
The last couple, climactic bars of "Red Like Roses" from RWBY's Red Trailer broke through the air, the loud cacophony muted somewhat by my jean pockets before I fished out my phone. I looked down at the caller ID and felt the clamminess and cold dread return.
"Hello?" I answered in a neutral tone.
"Where are you right now?" demanded a shrill voice.
"I'm in Sachiko's room."
"Meet me back at the office. Immediately." I gave her a calm 'okay' before hanging up, letting the facade drop entirely.
"Looks like it's time to face the music."
"Well, as much as you sing in the hallways, you should have no trouble with that," Sachiko replied as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Uhh... you can umm... you can hear that?"
"Honey, we can all hear you. We might have problems understanding words with our hearing aids, but we're not deaf." I gave her a nervous chuckle and carefully nudged Mimi off of my lap, much to the chagrin of both of us. Having her snuggled on my lap had been an immense stress-reliever. "Good luck, kid. You're going to need it."
"Thanks, Sachi. Have a great rest of your day. Be sure to keep me up to date on what new show you're watching. Who knows? Maybe I'll even give one of them a try these days." After giving my last goodbyes, I closed the door behind me and while I was waiting for the elevator to take me to the correct floor, I pulled out my phone again and saw the last text Izuku had sent me.
Speaking of origins, the hero museum is having a new exhibit featuring heroes from the past and the beginning history of pro-heroes, including one that goes more in-depth on All Might's early years for the TV show.
I stared hard at the text. There was a hero museum? How did I not know about this? This statement was further proof that living in Japan kept proving to be a bigger commodity and result in more pleasant surprises than I had initially expected. I texted Izuku back those exact thoughts and received a response within seconds.
Yeah, I'm planning on going there for the premiere this weekend.
That sounds like a lot of fun. I'll have to check it out sometime.
Be sure to make plans in advanced. The tickets for the premiere were almost sold out when I reserved mine.
I think the only reason I managed to get them so earlier was because I'm a seasonal pass-holder.
I did a quick internet search for the museum and was astounded by what I saw. It was close to my commute, so I wouldn't have any problems navigating the area. Seriously, how did I miss this thing before? The whole thing was top notch, including VR and original interview recordings of the first pro-heroes in America that went onto found the World Heroes Association. Judging from the amount of detail and pictures I found when searching for this exhibit opening, the amount the museum spent on advertising had to be astronomical; I had to have seen an advertisement of it on the train at some point. When I scrolled over the bar for available tickets, angry red text and dead links with a crying cat emoji on the left-hand screen showed that they were sold out. Rats.
No dice. Everything's sold out. T_T
Aww nuts, it looked really cool too. I bet everything's going to be super crowded afterwards, since it's a new permanent exhibit.
I might be able to get you in. I've got discount seasonal passes that lets me and two guests go for free on Sundays, and I reserved some spots so that a couple of my friends and I could go.
Who knows? Maybe we'll find something on your mystery hero.
My fingers hovered over the keypad. No one ever invited me to anything. Sure, my Ludo classmates gave an open invitation to anyone who wanted to grab drinks after class, but that was more of a generalized invitation than a personal one. I could feel my heart thump hard and fast inside my chest, this time in a good way. The idea of doing research and being around tangible exhibits and costume replicas sounded way more appealing than just searching endlessly for internet articles and videos on YouTube and just taking their word for it. But then I saw the word 'friends' and my excitement tampered down a bit.
I didn't want to push one of Izuku's friends out if I came. What if they had been planning on going for weeks and I was doing a huge disservice by kicking one of them out by my showing up and taking their spot? Even if that wasn't the case, what if they were huge All Might fans like Izuku? I'd probably come off has this huge poser and stick out like a sore thumb if I tried to bring up the retired pro hero in conversation. Even if I did research on him in advanced, I had no real interest in All-Might and that would make all of my attempts come off as shallow and insincere. So I lied.
Nah, that's okay. I think I have plans this Sunday anyways. You and your friends have fun.
Oh... Okay. Well, let me know if you change your mind or if any of your plans change.
The clank of the elevator doors opening alerted to me that my time to respond was up and shoved my phone back into my pocket, hiding the fact that I was on my cellphone during work hours. I placed my quivering hands back on the beige cart and pushed it back towards the activities room, dreading every heavy, foreboding step there.
Author's Note: References today include Friends, Whispy Woods from Kirby, Ryouma from Fire Emblem If/Fates, and Lobster Johnson from Hellboy.
Name: Ryouma Ebihara
Hero Name: Lobster Lord
Quirk: Lobster
He has all the characteristics of a lobster. Pretty self-explanitory. Unlike his crustacean 'cousins,' he quite enjoys hot springs and does not mind getting a little 'cooked.'
Name: Kanima Ebihara
Hero Name: Bivalvia
Quirk: Shell Shield
Any space she occupies becomes an indomitable fortress that she cannot be torn out of or broken into. Basically, she can pull herself into any small space as long as it's wide enough to fit her foot.
Name: Haruta Sato
Quirk: Bonsai
His Quirk gives him the ability to grow miniature trees, though it only grows out of his head. This lead to premature baldness in his youth.
