"Hello everyone, thank you for coming," Kioku said as she looked at those who had gathered in front of her.
Fuhai, Fu, Sakio, and Eri.
The four of them, and Kioku, had gathered in a small room. With the four sitting at a table.
And Mu, hiding under it.
"Alright, what's this about Kioku?" Fu asked.
"Well, I was thinking that it would be good for our house if we made some clubs, where similar people could meet up and do…whatever they want to do I guess," Kioku explained. "This is the immortals club! A club for everyone who can't be killed by time."
"I-Immortal?" Fuhai questioned, his eyes widened. "We're all…immortal?"
"I guess that makes sense," Sakio said, looking around at all those present.
"I'm immortal?" Mu asked from under the table.
"Your body is built to take an entire dimension trying to erase it from existence. You're kinda immune to any mundane forms of decay." Fu explained.
"Oh right," Mu said.
Eri didn't say anything, just looking around with a sad expression.
Her quirk really was a burden a lot of the time.
Right now, Eri was immune to the effect of her quirk, unless she was injured. However, this would stop once she reached a certain age.
Due to the way that aging worked, basically slowly decaying until your body couldn't function, once Eri got to the age where that decay started, her quirk would consider that an injury, and thus returning her back to a certain age before that decay happened.
Much like Mu, she would essentially stay locked to a certain age forever. Unless she just decided to never use her quirk, for decades. Which was unlikely.
So yeah, Eri was immortal. And that meant she would eventually have to go with one of two options.
The first being, watching everyone(who wasn't immortal) she loved eventually die of (hopefully) old age.
Or the second option, rewinding them as well. And letting them watch as the people THEY loved, who weren't related to them, died of old age.
Because Eri couldn't make everyone immortal.
Well, she probably could via Midoriya Foundation science. But that would lead to throwing the world into utter chaos, and eventually its destruction.
She had to limit the amount of people she could de-age. Meaning that there were gonna be a lot of painful losses around her.
"I think it's very important that you all get along, since eventually, everyone else will be dead," Kioku said.
"E-Everyone…will be dead?" Fuhai looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown. With Eri also flinching at that statement.
Fu sighed. "You couldn't have said in a less depressing way?"
"They'll have to get used to it anyway," Kioku said. "It's for your own good."
"You're probably not wrong, but you could be nicer about it." Mu pointed out.
"...Fair. Anyway, that's all from me. Have fun, everyone." Kioku said as she took her leave.
The four of them stared at each other, unsure of what exactly to say.
"So…why do you hate being looked at so much Mu?" Sakio asked, figuring now was a good time to ask.
"Oh. Well…it just feels kinda…itchy." Mu explained.
"Itchy?" Eri repeated, confused by the answer.
"Like, whenever someone stares at me, it itches." Mu clarified. "I don't know why, it just does."
"Is it quirk-related?" Fu asked.
"No, the doctors say it's not part of my quirk. It's just a weird um…quirk. No pun intended." Mu said.
"Huh," Fu said.
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From that, many clubs formed.
Such as the Fashion Club. Which was pretty much already a thing unofficially, as fashion-minded people gathered in Shiruku's room. But that room was getting cramped, both from the amount of stuff in it and the amount of people there. So Kioku granted them their own club room.
"It looks like you two are getting the hang of it," Shiruku said as she oversaw Kano and Kuki doing some sewing, for separate parts of an outfit. "Kuki try not to rush it, you'll ruin the whole thing or-"
"Ow!" Kuki hissed as he stabbed his finger with the needle. He quickly set down the cloth he was working on so his blood didn't get on any of it.
"That. That will happen." Shiruku sighed as she had her spider minions bring over a first aid kit.
"Hmmm. That's making me thirsty." Kano sighed, setting down her project, and moving her head needle down towards a cup of blood on the table, and sucking it up.
"Alright, that should take care of it," Shiruku said as she applied a bandage to Kuki's finger.
"Thanks," Kuki said, promptly picking back up the cloth and getting back to sewing.
"Determined aren't you?" Shiruku asked, happy to see such enthusiasm.
"I wanna make my own clothes," Kuki explained, smirking as he imagined something. "People will look at my cool clothes, and then I'll tell em that I made them, and I'll be even more cool!"
"Ah, sorry I have to go," Fuku said as she came up to Shiruku. "I have an Omnigames meeting, and then I have to meet with the cooking club after that. Sorry but could you take over watching Alice while she's making her hat?"
"Oh course, you sound a lot more busy after all," Shiruku said. "Do you think you can still make it to the art club later? We really wanna do something as a group, and we need all our members."
"I'll try but…ughhhhhhh!" Fuku groaned as she hung her head in exhaustion. "Why am I in so many clubs! I'm in the Fashion Club, the Cooking Club, The Game Making Club, The Writers Club, and The Artist Club! Aghhhhh! And If there's ever an Archery Club then I'm definitely going to be in that too! Is Kioku trying to kill meeeeeeee!?"
"Well if you didn't want to be in any of those clubs, you could have just said no." Shiruku pointed out. "Also you don't have to show up to every club meeting. These are just fun, if it's making you stressed then you can just tell people that."
"I know. I know." Fuku muttered. "I…don't wanna disappoint them. A-Anyway I gotta go, see you!"
"Wait!" Shiruku called after her, but Fuku had already run out. The spider girl sighed. "What are we gonna do with that girl?"
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"Sorry, I'm late!" Fuku shouted as she ran into the Omnigames meeting room.
"It's fine, let's just get this started," Ken said. "Alright now that Foundation Feud's been out for almost a month, let's fix up some complaints people have. Amai, you got the list."
"Yup," Amai said, as she pulled out her phone. "So people are complaining about Shiruku's damage, so I'm thinking we lower her H.P. to compensate. Some people will still complain, but at that point, it's a skill issue."
"Couldn't we just lower her damage?" Fu asked.
"Absolutely not. Damage and range are what Shiruku is all about. If we lower her damage then Shiruku becomes unviable. It'd also make any matches with her really, really slow, and frustrating for both players."
"Alright, then we lower her H.P." Ken decided. "Next?"
"People are complaining about how oppressive Shina is. They say it feels like you make one mistake, and you can't play the game anymore." Amai explained. "So I think we should lower the status effect timer by a bit."
"Sounds good, next," Ken said.
"That's about it," Amai said, putting down her phone. "There are some other complaints, but they're from scrubs, so they don't matter."
Fu sighed. "Amai are you only taking the complaints of pro gamers? You know casual gamer complaints matter too."
"Casual gamers think every character that isn't theirs is overpowered." Amai scoffed. "If we kept trying to make everyone happy, then we'd never make anyone happy and the game would be a mess that changes every day!"
"That's…probably a good point," Fu admitted. "Still, I'm gonna look at the full list of complaints myself."
"Fine." Amai rolled her eyes.
"Ok so with that done, what's our progress on the monster game?" Ken asked.
"Made a bunch of designs," Yami said as he pulled out a bunch of pictures of various monsters that he drew, and that were touched up by Fuku.
"We've also got a bit of a plot," Fuku added. "S-So I watched a video about monsters being representations of things. And I thought that was cool, so all the monsters are supposed to represent something. The bad guys represent all the things that humanity fears, and the good guys represent things humanity likes."
"Ok, ok. That sounds like it could be something neat." Ken said, seeing the potential. "So what's the game gonna be like?"
"We're thinking of something like the Dynasty Warriors series," Fuku said. "If you're having giant monsters then you need to have as much destruction as possible."
"Ah cool, I wanted to make one of those!" Ken exclaimed, getting more excited. "Alright let's focus on this!"
"Wait, I don't really play those kinds of games too much," Amai said, suddenly getting a bit nervous.
Up until this point, the games they had been making, Amai had some experience with playing.
Musou games looked cool, and she had tried one out, once. But she found that it got stale after a while. And she never had any motivation to go back.
"It'll be fine. Man, I can't wait to make a game like that with our sweet graphics!" Ken said, ignoring her concerns completely.
"Just study up as much as you can I guess." Fu shrugged. Knowing that there was little else he could say.
Amai sighed. Well…those games are pretty simple so maybe I could do it. But I don't want the game to be boring so I need to make it harder than normal. Maybe the Dark Souls of Dynasty Warriors.
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Oto doesn't know how he got into this mess.
Currently, the boy was stuck in Kioku's room, sitting across from the girl who was sitting at her desk.
He also wasn't sure why Kioku had a desk in her room, or how she got it in there.
"So you're probably wondering why I brought you here," Kioku said. Adjusting her glasses as to look as smart as possible. "Well you see, I noticed that you haven't joined any clubs?"
Oto typed into his phone for text-to-speech. "Not interested."
"Well, that won't do. What do you do besides train?" Kioku asked
"Eat, and sleep," Oto answered via text-to-speech.
Kioku sighed. "Again, that won't do. Here at the Midoriya Foundation, we need all of the children under our care to have some kind of hobby or something you need a life! That's what I'm trying to say."
"I have a life," Oto replied, looking a bit offended.
"Spending everyday training isn't a life. You don't even have any real friends." Kioku exclaimed. "Look, Daddy wants you to be happy. And do you feel happy living like this?"
Oto thought about it for a second.
Did his life make him happy?
Well, he didn't feel any particular way about his life.
He wasn't really happy about him.
His old trainer told him every second of his life should have a purpose. He should always be improving if he wasn't doing anything more important. Making himself as useful as possible.
But then again, that guy's whole job was to turn him into a tool meant to kill. The guy didn't have any interest in improving Oto's life in any way.
However, training was useful. It made him stronger. More well-prepared for the dangerous world around them.
Oto was one the weakest people in the house. The only thing he had going for him was a powerful attack, and even then people like Kiba and Sakio could easily withstand it. Assuming they didn't just attack him before he could scream, with their sheer overwhelming speed.
And people like Himiko and Mu could take him out without even knowing.
"I need to keep training," Oto replied.
His siblings were weak.
Koe had been meant to be molded into an assassin. A future seductress who would isolate her targets, use her quirk to make them defenseless, and then take them out.
But Koe had never cooperated with these lessons. Regardless of how she was punished. Seeming to revel in her instructors' frustration.
And Kuki was never really meant to fight in the first place, even before his quirk removal.
Back then, his quirk would cause uncontrollable destruction to everything around him. To the point where their instructors had considered using him as a disposable weapon. Like some kind of living bomb.
And now he was completely defenseless. A small quirkless child that could be killed by a mid-sized dog.
As the oldest, and the strongest of them. He had to defend them.
Kioku pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alright. Well if you're gonna be stubborn."
She then pulled out her phone and started texting something. Then she waited for a moment, before getting a response, then continuing to text.
Oto raised an eyebrow, wondering what exactly she was planning.
After a couple minutes, Kioku set down her phone and turned her attention back to Oto. "Alright, so here is what me and Daddy decided. You're going to be a temporary member of a new club, every week. Until you find one that you would like to join. And if you don't go along with this, then you won't be allowed to use any of the training equipment."
Oto's brow twitched in annoyance, as he scowled at Kioku.
He had a bad feeling something like this would happen. Kioku seemed like the kinda person to play dirty.
"Fine," Oto responded. The text to speech not at all conveying his annoyance, but his expression was doing a pretty good job of picking up the slack.
"Thank you for your cooperation," Kioku said. Looking all too proud of herself. Beaming despite the murderous glare she was being given. "If it makes you feel better, Okui and Gin will probably be joining you for this."
"Who?" Oto asked.
"Oh right, you probably haven't met them. Oh well, I guess this is a good way for you to make more friends." Kioku said optimistically. "Now run along, we're done for now. I'll talk to you later."
Oto hated smug people. They were so annoying.
Once again Kioku is taking a more active role in the house. We'll see more on this later.
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