you finally find a "mp100 watches the anime" fanfic: :D
it hasn't been updated since october: D:
Ritsu stood before a slightly worn down building.
"That's a bit of a red flag, just trusting a strange, overenthusiastic man who tells you he knows you're a psychic."
"Awakening Lab?" He mused skeptically. "This place? This is clearly just a normal apartment complex–"
"Kageyama-kun!" Mitsuura jumped in front of him, shaking him back and forth. "You came!"
"Aw, I like him. He's kind of wholesome in his enthusiasm."
Ritsu swatted him off. "There's no research facility here. You lied to me."
"Now, now, just come in."
A sign that read 101 was shown, and Ritsu was quickly ushered into a tech-lab crowded with people in lab coats.
"Welcome…" Mitsuura presented energetically, "...to the Awakening Lab!"
"What is this place?"
"I bought an apartment complex and remodeled it," he explained. "I've hired the front runners in neural science and engineering, and we do research here."
He pointed upwards, continuing, "The esper kids are on the floor above us."
A heavy silence fell. More espers.
Reigen rested his face on his hand, eyes narrowed carefully.
Ritsu turned to him. "They are?!"
Mitsuura grinned.
"Yeah. There are other people just like you."
Ritsu glanced down.
He looks guilty, Reigen noted. He's not emotionless, he just seems to repress his emotions. It just shows in a different way then what Mob does.
"There…" Mob pointed.
"Another guy with a weird haircut?"
That's an adult esper. A bead of sweat slipped down his face.
Mob rubbed his eyes tiredly. He was getting a bit tired from all of this television.
He breathed in. No sense feeling guilty, he told himself, uncharacteristically stern. Like Reigen-shishou would tell you. It's already happened, so there's no point in beating yourself up over it.
I saw him, though. I could have prevented Ritsu from- NO. Stop it.
An indigo hooded figure made their way through the crowd ahead of them. They had an intense, red aura.
What is this feeling? It's kind of sickening.
Several people shifted, a feeling of unease spreading throughout the room.
"They're throwing off my vibes."
"Shh."
"Sorry, Tome-san," he said. "I was wrong."
Tome continued eating her ice cream before suddenly jumping up and pointing at someone.
"Look, Mob-kun! Isn't that hairstyle super weird?!"
Mob watched her dessert topple and fall.
"Ohhh, that feels very... uh... poetic."
The scene changed.
"Allow me to introduce them." Five silhouettes filled up the screen. "Real espers that the Mitsuura Group worked hard to bring together!"
"First is Hoshino Takeshi-kun."
A sparkling boy with dark, pointy hair and chin appeared up- the aforementioned Hoshino Takeshi.
He held a spoon in one hand and put his other palm against it, straining.
"I'm going all out!"
The spoon's head bends to the side ever so slightly.
"That's a bit disappointing."
"Well, compared to what we're used to. I still think it's pretty cool, though."
The girl's words were genuine. "Yeah, I guess. You're right, it is pretty cool."
"He has psychokinetic powers!"
Is that supposed to be amazing? Ritsu thought, unimpressed.
"Oh, this should be good."
"Next, we have Kurosaki Rei-san."
A girl with salmon-colored hair stood before table with cards turned over on it - Kurosaki Rei.
"Her powers of clairvoyance allow her to pick the one correct card out of ten! Her efficiency rate is 62%!"
She picked and turned over a card that read '0'.
"Yay! I was right again!" she clapped.
That's it?
"Holy shit, Ritsu," Reigen said under his breath, laughing.
"It was quite unimpressive."
"Next, we have Asashi Go-kun."
A boy with wild blonde hair held out a finger - Asashi Go.
"Behold, my pyrokinesis! Ignite!" he shouted.
Nothing happens.
"Ignite! Ignite! Ig–" A small flame flickered on his fingertip. "There we go! Oh, it went out."
"He uses pyrokinesis."
And is less useful than a 100-yen lighter…
"Stop, stop, he's already dead-!"
"The Shiratori brothers: Daichi-kun and Kaito-kun."
Two boys - one with circle and the other with square shaped features - stood back to back with a couple feet of distance in between, each holding a deck of cards - Shiratori Daichi and Kaito.
They turned around at the same time and held out identical cards with triangles on them.
"They're telepaths who can communicate with each other, even when they're apart."
And less useful than email.
"Oooh, I wonder if I can do that with my twin!"
"This is Kageyama Shigeo-kun. Be nice to him." Mitsuura told them.
"Nice to meet you," Takeshi said, sparkling, Rei echoing the sentiment.
"Did Mitsuura-san do something to all of you?" Ritsu asked.
"Not too far-fetched of a possibility."
"Stop trying to sound smart, Onigiwara."
Mitsuura sputtered. "Well, that's rather rude!"
"Don't worry. That old man is just fascinated with psychic powers."
"Huh?" Ritsu eyed at him questioningly.
Money rained on Mitsuura as he explained, "I'm the son of a very wealthy family, but I'm not anyone special. I don't believe in doing anything to make advancements in society or science.
"I just want to become an esper myself. So I made a research facility. That's all!"
"The 'not special' thing is just gonna keep popping up, isn't it?"
"It seems to be the main theme of the story."
This is a childish pipe dream, but if he's able to make that happen, I'd be interested.
Ritsu's hand tightened into a fist.
I always wanted to rise to my standards.
Mob quietly rested a hand on his brother's arm. Ritsu shit him a tiny smile.
The scene changed to the Kamuro household.
"Oh, Shinji. You're finally home?" A woman-presumably his mother- walked up to Shinji, who's in the process of taking off his shoes.
"Student council again? Make sure you don't fool around too much."
"That's kind of rude."
Shinji grimaced, but put on a smile as he stood up to face her. "Nii-san was the student council president, too."
"But Takuya was also good in his studies."
His older brother, Takuya, stepped in. "Exactly. I'm embarrassed, Shinji."
Shinji's smile froze as he started to sweat.
Takuya loomed over a miniature Shinji.
"You haven't even hit a standardized score of 70 yet? Are you really my younger brother? You suck at violin, drawing, calligraphy, and have no talent, so you became the student council president, right? Then, you should have time to study."
Takuya's face reflected off the stairs and frames on the walls as Shinji approached him.
"How much are you going to disappoint Mom and Dad? Elites like–"
He slammed his door shut, standing alone in his room, filled with dirt and trash and silence.
The same silence hung over the room as Shinji shrank in his seat. Then-
"What the fuck was that?"
"Holy shit, no wonder he's such a dick, he learned form the best!"
The quiet dissolved into outrage.
"He doesn't deserve to be treated like that!"
"That's such bullshit!"
Someone flipped off the screen.
Shinji's face flushed. "Please, I don't deserve-"
Shinji threw himself onto a pile of garbage bags, and the scene changed.
"HIS ROOM IS LITERALLY FULL OF FUCKING GARBAGE BAGS!"
"This is outrageous."
The teachers wore very serious expressions.
"We're going to have to look into this," one said, voice quiet and sharp.
"Agreed."
Rice and sauce dropped as Mob's spoon bent.
"You need to really fix that habit of yours," his mother sighed.
"But it just bends on its own..."
Ritsu watched the silverware lower onto the table.
Their father laughed. "What is it, a fart?"
"Oh, stop that! We're eating dinner!"
The tension in the room lessened slightly, but it didn't entirely disperse.
Ritsu stared at his own spoon, still filled with food.
"Shige, you need to be more like Ritsu."
"Yeah," Mob agreed. "Ritsu is much more talented than I am and doesn't do anything weird."
Ritsu frowned.
It suddenly registered how twisted this was. Surprisingly, Reigen felt a flare of anger.
He doesn't need to be like anyone, he's your son!
His frown deepened. And... and he agreed. "Be more like this person," they said, and he didn't even look saddened. He just went with it, because that's the kind of person he is.
The scene changed to Salt Middle School. Kamuro Shinji, looking out from a window in an empty classroom.
The door slid open. Kamuro turned around.
"Good morning, Kageyama-kun."
"What's wrong, President? Why did you call me here so early?"
Instead of answering, Kamuro reached down, pulling out a cylindrical bag from the class lockers.
"This is a girl's recorder bag. What do you think is inside?"
The room went silent once more. Onigawara stiffened in his seat.
"A girl's recorder," Ritsu said.
Kamuro smiled. "Correct…"
"President?"
"It's long, so let's just take this off." He removed the head-piece from the flute.
"No. No way-"
Ritsu curled up slightly.
Ritsu's eyes widened slightly.
"What have you been doing, President?"
"What am I doing? Why, spring cleaning, Kageyama-kun."
"Spring cleaning?"
"You said it yourself, didn't you?" Kamuro dropped the bottom of the flute and strode further into the classroom.
"'There is trash called delinquents in our school. The student council should get rid of them.'"
"I never said anything that extreme. Please don't twist my words–"
"By the way, Kageyama-kun. This is the desk of our school's biggest piece of trash, Onigawara-kun." He tapped the desk with the piece, then placed it in the book box.
"Don't do it, I swear to god if you-"
"A-Are you serious, President?" Ritsu fretted. "Why would an elite like you…"
"An elite? That's just an imaginary persona that someone labeled me with. You've realized it, too, haven't you? That the praise others lavish upon you doesn't actually fit who you really are."
Ritsu flinched.
The adults of the room were seething.
What an abusive bastard.
Reigen glared openly at the screen.
Kamuro pointed the flute at him.
"Come, help me, Kageyama-kun."
"This probably goes without saying," one girl said flatly, "but please don't help him."
"All this time, he was the real pervert."
'You got another perfect score on your test?' his mother pampered him.
I'm…
'Ritsu is much more talented than I am and doesn't do anything weird.' his brother smiled.
'Don't try to act like your brother.' Tokugawa sniped.
With every memory, Ritsu's expression became more and more pinched.
Mob's arm looped around Ritsu's shoulders. He tried to relax.
It didn't work.
Even I…
'Hey, do you think I'll be able to do this, too?'
'Yeah!'
Ritsu gasped–
'Of course you will. You're my little brother.'
'Really?! Yay!'
The screen faded to black.
"I'm sorry," Mob whispered. "I didn't know I caused you this much stress..."
"It's okay. I- I'm better. Mostly because of you, I should add."
Recorder pieces have been spread all over the classroom in a mess.
Onigawara cringed.
The door slid open.
"Huh?.."
The student who had discovered the scene shivered, feeling a stab of guilt.
Musashi's jogging, followed by Onigawara. They slowed down to a stop.
"All right, we made it to the goal. You've got some good muscles on you, Onigawara."
"Damn it…" Onigawara cursed, breathing heavily. "You called me out early, so I thought you were going to tell me who the shadow leader is!"
Musashi smiled down at him. "Remember that pain and how good it feels, Onigawara. The one you're looking for is also fighting with himself."
He held out a hand.
"So you should change, too."
Onigawara stared at him before huffing out a laugh.
"Fine!"
He seized Musashi's hand.
"Bring it on!"
"Yay for character development!"
The classroom sign read 3-1.
"There's been an incident!"
"Whoa, that's creepy!"
The class panicked, asking to call the police and if the student council can do anything about the situation.
"The police and the student council? I- what? What is even happening anymore?"
"This is more confusing then psychic powers."
"We're so grossed out, there's no way we can take classes normally!"
"Now, now, calm down." Kamuro stood at the front. "I promise that the student council will find the culprit and stop them."
"You open up Onigawara's desk." He whispered to Ritsu beside him, who seemed to be rethinking this.
Ritsu wedged himself between the couch cushions, face flushing with embarassment.
"We'll have to inspect everyone's belongings."
"If they get caught like this, they must be pretty stupid," a student hummed.
The door slammed open. The class' attention snaps to Onigawara.
"Oh, the teacher's not here yet?" he breathed, relieved. "I was about to ruin my record of never being late or absent."
"You... You're a good guy, Onigawara."
His teacher had already decided to pay a little more attention to him in classes. He clearly cared about his grades, he just needed some extra work with the material.
Kamuro turned to him, "What's the matter, Onigawara-kun? You seem out of breath."
"What's Kamuro doing here? What's going on?" Onigawara he walked in. "Did something happen?"
"I found them," Ritsu called from behind the classroom.
The book box of the desk he has opened has been stuffed with recorder pieces.
"They were all in Onigawara-san's desk."
The room quieted.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you going through my desk?"
"So it was you, Onigawara-kun!" Kamuro pointed at him accusingly.
Onigawara frowned, looking genuinely confused. "Huh? What are you–"
The entire class suddenly looked very, very embarrassed.
"Pervert."
A tick mark appeared on his forehead, "Who the hell just said that?!"
The class was silent.
"What the heck?" He slammed his fist on the teacher's table."What exactly did you find in my desk?"
Kamuro held up a piece of a recorder.
"We found all of the girls' missing recorder pieces in your desk. I'm sure you were going to lick them when no one was looking… You're such a pervert, Onigawara-kun!"
Reigen was so confused. Licking recorders? Who even does that?
What the fuck is going on with this school?
"What? Kamuro, don't make me punch you!"
"There's still time!" He pressed, "Apologize!"
The class loomed over Onigawara.
"Seriously, what is this?" he said, sweating. "Do I really look like someone who'd do that?!"
"You're violent with other people. That's reason enough not to trust you," Kamuro offered up.
"W-Wait! It wasn't me!"
"O-Oh, yeah! If I really wanted to lick them, I would take them out of the school! Only an idiot would leave them in his desk."
"You're not helping your case," Reigen groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Well, you're an idiot, aren't you?" Kamuro mocked.
Onigawara gritted his teeth. "Stop being unreasonable, Kamuro!"
"You know the situation's dire when Onigawara is the only one being rational."
"There were some in his bag, too," Ritsu supplied, knelt down by the lockers, "So you had taken a number of them home."
Onigawara's breath hitched. My school bag… I left it wide open in my locker.
Kamuro smirked. Kageyama-kun, you even put some in his bag? You're all into this.
Ritsu wanted to die. Just cease to exist on the spot, right there, like he had never been on earth.
"You bastard!" Onigawara lunged at Ritsu, raging, "Stop snooping around my bag!"
"You're going to resort to violence?"
The class' gazes burned into him. They started spitting on him.
"Let him go!"
"So gross!"
"How violent!"
"You pervert!"
"You're terrible!"
They keep chanting– "Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!.."
"Holy shit- I-"
The entire class wore similar guilty expressions.
"Sorry, Onigawara."
"Yeah. We were being idiots."
One by one, everyone in the class began to apologize.
Onigawara snapped.
"SCREW YOU ALL!"
"Run, everyone! The pervert's mad!" Kamuro riled them up even more, waving everyone away from him. The class scattered to the board.
Onigawara froze. No… No! I didn't do it!
Isn't… Isn't there someone who'll take my side?
'I'll…' Onigawara remembered.
'I'll marry you when I get older, Tenga-kun.' said a little girl with short brown hair in his memory.
'D-Don't be stupid!' Tenga, as a child said, face flushing.
That's right… Mariko!
He searched the horde of students anxiously. You believe me, don't you..?
Mariko's face scrunched up in disgust.
Mariko's eyes burned. "I'm so sorry, Tenga-kun!"
"Gross!"
The word Gross slammed into Onigawara, causing him to get knocked over and slide on the ground.
He ended up stopping at a girl's feet.
She screamed.
"You're so gross, you perv!"
Onigawara gaped at her.
On this day, after two years of hard work, Onigawara Tenga's perfect attendance record was broken.
"Oh god, on top of all of that, we broke his perfect attendance record?"
"Now I feel even worse."
The painting of his face was washed off sadly.
The screen changed again, showing a spoon.
"What's the matter?" Mitsuura asked.
Ritsu sat in a room with glass walls, staring down at the unmarred metal.
"Don't be down. Everyone has bad days."
It reflected Ritsu's face.
'Did you see, Kageyama-kun? Onigawara's face… The despair of not being able to solve something by fighting!'
Kamuro muffled his laughter with his hand, face red.
'He's finished!'
"I want to offer a big old 'fuck you' to the student council president."
"I second that."
Ritsu stood up and threw the spoon at the table.
"What am I doing?"
"At least he feels bad about it. More then I could say for Mr. Student Council President."
The teachers discussed quietly.
"He's clearly unfit to be the president. The best move is to kick him out. Suspend him for a week, maybe."
"But what about the other boy, Kageyama?"
Mitsuura blinked.
"I'm going home," Ritsu said harshly. " I actually don't have psychic powers."
"Oh, come on…"
He shut the door behind him.
"Hey, wait! Kageyama-kun?!"
But he did have psychic powers, Reigen thought. All along.
The scene changed to Ritsu walking home.
"Oh! If it isn't Mob's little brother." Reigen called behind him. He keeps walking.
"I see you're giving me the cold shoulder as usual."
"What are you wandering around near my house for?"
"I got a request to exorcise a creepy ghost that's been showing up in this area." Reigen said. "Want to help me out?"
"No. Unlike my brother, I don't have psychic powers."
Reigen winced. That probably didn't help the situation that much.
"Really? But you're Mob's little brother…"
Ritsu stopped.
"Why don't you exorcise this ghost yourself? Aren't you a psychic?"
Reigen didn't follow as he continued, his smile frozen on his face.
"No. No, he's not a psychic."
"Kageyama quit by throwing a spoon? Not a towel?" Takeshi chuckled. "He's got quite the sense of humor."
Someone chuckled. "That is kinda funny, though."
Mitsuura knelt.
"But as far as I can see, he doesn't have much talent."
"Actually…" The man grinned, thrilled, "I'm not so sure about that."
The spoon laid on the floor, its handle twisted and wrinkled beyond usability.
The room silenced for what felt like the fiftieth time that day.
Ritsu's eyes widened.
Ritsu arrived back at his house, looking up.
What's that?
A green, glowing blob sat on their fence.
"No. No, I swear to god-"
Ritsu's hair swayed as a gust of wind blew past. It's not… a balloon?
The blob turned around to look at him.
It's Dimple.
"YO, WHAT THE FUCK?"
once again, shoutout to onecupofacid for the transcript!