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The idea of a room judging contest had been sporadic and had revealed a lot of interesting character traits regarding the students of 1-A. Of course there had been some exceptions including the fact that nobody dared step foot into Mineta's room.
There was also the unspoken rule that under no circumstances should they enter somebody's room when they were not present. Which meant, at this moment, there were two rooms which the teenagers wished to enter but knew better than to enter without prior warning.
Midoriya and Shirou were currently absent from the dormitory area, having left pretty much as soon as dinner had finished for the evening. Many of them were able to make the presumption that Midoriya's room was a shrine to the heroes he worshipped on the daily. Some even speculated that he had already lined the walls with notes upon notes that he had taken on the side from his study.
Shirou's room however, that one was difficult for anybody to really comprehend what was in there. Everyone outside of Yaoyorozu.
"C'mon, you spent a week training with him, surely you know just what kind of room he would have," said Hagakure, the invisible teenager pointing an unseen finger at Momo.
"I went inside his house for dinner once," said Yaoyorozu. "The contents of a house cannot be crammed within a single room making it impossible to determine just what he may have in there."
Uraraka remained quiet on that comment.
"The point still remains you saw the inside of his house so you would have some insight on how he would decorate his room," said Ashido just as curious as her invisible peer.
"Even if she went inside his house, I sincerely doubted that she went into his bedroom," commented Tsuyu.
"Just let it go," said Jiro casually.
"No, we saw everyone else's rooms so it's only right that we see his as well!" declared Ashido boldly.
"I bet the walls are lined with all sorts of weapons," stated Hagakure.
"No way, who'd want to stare at weapons all day?" said Uraraka.
"Well, what do you think it's like in there?" Ashido asked of the gravity user.
"I dunno," said Uraraka meekly, not having liked being on the spot. "He just doesn't feel like the kind of guy to really need anything in his room. We all saw what he's been through so maybe he just wants to be surrounded by nothing that could remind him of his day."
"Surely it can't be as plain as Ojiro's room," said Hagakure.
"I think," said Tsuyu as she raised a finger to her chin. "I think that he'd have a bonsai tree on his desk."
"A bonsai tree?" repeated Uraraka.
"Something simple to spend his time caring for," added Tsuyu.
"Well I guess that would make sense, everyone needs something to wind down with," said Jiro.
"Oh, what about instruments, do you reckon he plays any music? What kind of instrument would he play?" said Ashido, staring directly at Jiro.
"How would I know?" she answered in response.
"Well surely he listens to music. Maybe he's got a cd player in there?"
"Oohh, maybe he listens to heavy metal," stated Hagakure.
"Do you truly believe Shirou would listen to such music?" commented Yaoyorozu.
"Well I doubt he'd listen to classical," said Hagakure, defending her assumption.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," said Jiro.
"Really?"
"Well," said Jiro, "and I'm going out on a limb here, but I think that if he listens to something it wouldn't be anything conventional. Pop, country, rock, nothing there really suits him but large epic scores from composers hundreds of years ago, somehow I can picture him listening to those kinds of tunes."
"It would almost be poetic," said Yaoyorozu. "Having fended off scores of villains, his body aching as he returns home he puts on a song from another era to calm his nerves."
"Incense!" declared Ashido boldly. "He'd have some exotic smelling incense in his room to make him feel like he's left the world around him."
"The walls would be painted," added Hagakure. "He wouldn't have any sort of wallpaper up."
"But what colour paint would he have used?"
The female members of 1-A would continue to discuss what lay behind the door leading to Shirou's room. Each time one of them brought up a single item that could be in there, they discussed amongst themselves whether or not said item truly belonged in his room. Each idea became more grandiose than the last, painting the idea that Shirou's room contained the most elaborate of objects.
Little did they know just how wrong they were.
Perhaps it was because of this that they failed to notice the door to the building opening and Midoriya and Shirou walking in, both looking far worse for wear than they should have. They made their way past the discussion being made and hobbled their way up the nearby staircase towards their respective rooms. They didn't make it all the way however, encountering Iida along the way.
"My goodness!" he exclaimed, observing the state the two of them were in. "Do the two of you need any medical assistance?"
"Sleep," mumbled Midoriya, making his way past Iida and towards the sanctity of his room.
Iida merely watched as Midoriya hobbled his way towards where he could get some rest before turning his attention to Shirou. While Midoriya looked mentally fatigued and exhausted, Shirou looked as if he had been through the entirety of battle. His shirt could hardly be called such anymore, resembling tattered rags than an actual article of clothing. "What happened?"
"Progress," said Shirou before allowing his shoulders to drop. "We couldn't get his quirk to manifest until I decided for what All Might and Cementoss declared afterwards as 'reckless endangerment of life.'"
"You tried to kill him?" asked Iida in shock.
"I tried to create the sensation that his life was in danger," clarified Shirou. "In doing so it brought out his power and well, the results speak for themselves."
"Was he able to control it?" asked Iida as he followed Shirou back down the stairs.
"No," answered Shirou. "It did seem to act on its own accord in order to protect him which is a plus. Outside of that however it was too wild to be used in anything resembling teamwork. He couldn't get it to calm down when we had disengaged and his panic at not being able to control it."
"I believe I can ascertain what happened from there," said Iida as he adjusted his glasses. "What matters is that the two of you are unhurt."
"I guess you could say that," said Shirou before a girlish squeal burst forth.
"Ah! Shirou!" shouted Ashido having spotted him. She scrambled over the couch she was sitting on before rapidly making her way to where he was standing. "Show us your room!"
"No," answered Shirou stoically.
"C'mon, everybody else showed us what was in their rooms," pleaded Hagakure, making her way to stand beside Ashido.
"Really?" said Shirou, mildly perplexed at why such a thing had occurred.
"Yeah, and now we have to know whether or not you have a bonsai tree on a mahogany desk that you tend to while listening to classical music in a room with ashen gray walls and a marble statue in the corner," declared Ashido.
"And your room also smells of lavender," added Hagakure.
"Oh yeah, and your room smells of lavender," repeated Ashido.
"Is that all?" asked Shirou.
"Yeah, that's all," said Hagakure while the rest of the female students listened eagerly from their respective seats.
"Well the desk in my room is made of oak, not mahogany. Instead of a bonsai tree I have a picture frame I stare at from time to time as I listen to reggae. The walls are painted white and it all smells of lilac. The marble statue is real though."
"Really?" said Hagakure and Ashido in unison.
"No."
The bluntness of his declaration nearly had both girls collapse. "Then show us!" demanded Ashido.
"Hmm...let me think about it...No."
"C'MON!"
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As Rin lay in her bed she reflected on her time with Gentle and La Brava earlier in the day and how entertaining the whole affair had been. Honestly, that was all she could think it was in the end, pure entertainment.
Their whole quest for vengeance on behalf of the people forced to pay an extra couple of percent was enough to begin with. Then they had reached their destination and before they had even set foot in the place they had set up cameras in order to film their act of social justice. Apparently they would release the footage sometime this evening so that the world would know that not even the slightest misdeed would go unpunished.
The fact that they took the whole thing so seriously made the affair almost laughable.
Gentle's ability however was an interesting one. A quirk that could bend and manipulate whatever he touched. That in it's own right would have been interesting enough but with what she had discovered today she could tell that there was likely more to it.
Touch was such a finicky thing and could have a vast use of potential usages. Sure, when somebody came into contact with something it was a direct touch and that was the simplest way for him to use his power. At the same time, if there was a strong enough breeze one could most definitely feel it on their skin. Could he bend air itself?
Frankly, her whole interest in him was that he had taken a quirk that had incredibly limited uses and consequently found ways to use it that were completely different to what one could contemplate. Did this simply only apply to his quirk or could other quirks develop and adapt over time? Could the most mediocre quirk have the potential to be one of the strongest if used in the correct setting?
For now she would simply watch and act accordingly, having been invited to meet up with the duo again in a couple of days as civilians as opposed to enacting justice on behalf of the people. Likely they were going on a reconnaissance mission in order to track down their next target and Rin knew that she would get some manner of joy out of watching it all unfold. She half expected gaudy disguises that looked well out of place and over the top glasses that they thought would make them unrecognizable.
If the actual event was entertaining, she couldn't help but wonder what the stealth operation would be like.
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Mirio couldn't help but smile as he followed the rest of the class into their combat training for the day. Word had swiftly spread about how while All Might was recovering one of the first year students had taken over his responsibilities. Many had scoffed at the idea at first but that was until they had seen what had happened to a number of second year students who had either disrespected him or failed his test, depending on who you asked.
Consequently, Mirio couldn't help but wonder what Shirou had in store for himself and his peers. Especially when said class seemed to involve a bunch of straw dummies with a metal ring around their neck.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your class," said Shirou as he stood at the front of the third year students. "You all know what is expected of you at this point so I am going to get you straight into the exercise. For those whinging, the lot of you will soon be going out onto the street and finding yourselves having to adapt to situations with little more than a moment's notice."
"Who wants to go first?"
Mirio stepped forward without hesitation, as highly expected from him at this stage from those who knew him.
"Alright, here's your rescuee," said Shirou as he tossed one of the dummies to Mirio who caught it, ignoring the irritation caused by the straw. Shirou then pointed down the path that was the designated test zone. Mirio figured it looked fairly simply enough; a small street that took a ninety degree turn with a couple of gaps for alleyways in it. After that it looked as if it continued on for a little bit but he'd come across whatever challenges there were when he came to them. "When you reach the end of the street, you will pass through a sensor that will disarm the bomb attached to your rescuees neck."
"Wait, what?"
"Did he say bomb?"
"Surely not."
Mirio ignored the comments made from the other third years before Shirou walked up and pressed the front of the dummy, activating a very audible ticking sound.
"You've got sixty seconds."
Mirio needed no more incentive as he bolted forward with the person he was to rescue clutched within his arms. It didn't matter to him whether or not the bomb was real or merely a ruse to add pressure to the situation. What mattered was the task set before him.
As he approached the first alleyway Mirio had to leap high into the air and above the car that shot between the alleyways without so much as a sound of warning. While he could have utilized his quirk in that instance, it would have absolutely obliterated the person he was trying to save.
He felt in that single moment that he understood just what the test was meant to emphasize. That no matter how strong the hero may be, the person they were trying to save could be a very fragile individual.
As Mirio wheeled around the corner there was a large hole in the road to which he smirked as he leapt over it with ease.
"Help me!"
The moment Mirio landed on the other side he turned around and looked down the hole which he had just leapt over to see a secondary dummy at the bottom of it. The hole may have only been eight feet deep but the hero in training could already see that there was a second part to this test.
Without overthinking it, he leapt down into the hole below and scooped up the second dummy before using the strength in his legs to leap up and out of the hole. As he continued on his way to the end of the test, he wondered how many of his peers would fail because they were determined to make it to the end of the course in time and ignore the second person in need.
He had to admit, Shirou clearly knew how to craft an exercise worthy of a true hero.
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Bakugo sat in front of the Ectoplasm clone that had been sent to aid him in his quest to develop a signature technique. The rest of the class was well into the process of coming up with moves that would aid them in battle but he was thinking something far different than the rest of them.
Midnight, in her entrance, had declared how ultimate techniques needed to be announced to the world so that those who heard them could know that they were safe. Everybody knew that when All Might called out an attack it was a game changer and when Endeavour roared out the name of the technique he was using the battle was practically over.
While those were stand out exceptions, Bakugo had instead focused on other people around him. Aizawa was a stealth operative kind of hero and even when he was taking on wave after wave of enemies back when the USJ had been assaulted, never once did he call out an attack. While his quirk wasn't technically flashy enough for a big, bold attack, the fact that he (to the best of his knowledge) didn't have a signature attack of his own made him question the whole exercise.
If he wanted to get technical about it, he had already developed a number of ultimate techniques. One of which he had used to pierce straight through the abdomen of one of the villains who he had been trying to beat in battle. The same technique however had proved fruitless against somebody who was used to taking significant amounts of damage.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he raised his palms to his hands as he considered his options. His quirk allowed him to generate explosions from the sweat glands in his palms, it was pretty straight forward. The question however was how could he use such a flashy quirk in such a way that it would be unnoticed. How could he sneak into a villain's hideout and take out his henchmen one by one without alerting them?
By all means if he was to be discovered he could fight his way out of the situation without much trouble. That was what he was good at after all. His weakness however was what he wanted to work on. An ultimate takedown ability that went unseen and unheard by the unsuspecting villain.
That was what he needed to create and he didn't care how long it took him.
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Shigaraki couldn't help but smile at those circled around him. The information he had been given was just what he had wished to hear.
Not only had his subordinates managed to secure the assistance of those who wished to stand behind him on his path of carnage, but they had brought him some information. Information that would be most beneficial in the next couple of days.
Already the hype surrounding their bank heist was starting to dwindle which made no difference to him. Each day another atrocity occured and their act had been one of countless other events that pasted themselves on every newspaper and television set.
What they needed to do was something far more drastic for their actions to be remembered for years to come. Something which would drive terror into the hearts of each and every person who merely heard what had happened. A catastrophic event which would make people terrified to sleep at night.
With this latest piece of intel, it could happen.
Now was the time to drive fear and horror into the hearts of the civilians and those that protected them. And he would do so with a smile on his face.
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Toshinori sat within the confines of his home, running his fingers through his hair as he sat on the couch. Another night and another failure with having tried to get any sort of control of Midoriya's newfound power.
It was an astonishing thing to discover that not only did Midoriya now possess the incredible strength that he did but also the quirk of one of the previous users. Did this mean that the young boy had the ability to access more if not all quirks of those who had carried One for All?
Did, at some stage, he have the ability to access the words of his predecessors? With the remaining embers of One for All still within him, was it still possible to achieve such a feat?
Could he hear her voice once more?
Toshinori found himself closing his eyes and doing his best to ignore the sounds of the world around him. In the darkness he found himself calling out, softly.
"Nana...are you there?"
He didn't know how long into the night he repeated those same words, over and over again in sheer hope that perhaps he would hear her once more. Yet every time he pleaded with her to answer his call, he was met with the same response.
Silence.
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