1-Harder.
I have a confession to make.
In the beginning, I hated my Quirk.
The first time that it activated I wounded myself, I am not very proud of that moment, alas, I am way more mature than usual for my age and I did not cry like a baby from my injured eyebrow...yep, I did not cry.
Fuck.
I am way too honest.
Okay, the thing is that my "Hardening" Quirk turned my arms into stone-like enhancements and I scrapped my eye with that. I bleed and I cried, since then on, I disliked my Quirk, later, when I cooled down, I started to see the possibilities.
Well, I am not one of those esoteric Quirks that do things to the mind or can summon things or control the elements, on the other hand, I can be fucking invulnerable if I managed to harden myself to the point of a diamond.
Also, if my bones are constantly hardened that means that I can endure a lot more damage and if my muscles are hardened that means that I can train my physical strength a lot more and when they broke and reform they will be in their hardened state increasing my overall physical status.
Rinse and repeat and I will be superhuman.
In fact, what does it means hardening?. I can harden my nerves and made them better? I can harden my mind or eyes and allow them to see for longer periods or harden my inner eardrums and made myself immune to vertigo. Or I can harden my teeth, liver, and stomach and chew down crystal and alcohol without problems?. If I harden my lungs will I be able to breathe toxic gases that would have melted my lungs otherwise?.
See what I was trying to say?.
The inspiration came from an anime that I saw on a Saturday morning where a villain said that there are no useless powers, just useless users of those powers. Those words stayed with me and instead of seeing my power as a drag and a one-trick pony, I started to see the possibilities.
By ten years of age, without any hardening, I was capable of tossing punches with 100 horses of power behind them. Let me put that in perspective, it would be like it a Ford Escort punched you at top speed. And that was without any "Hardening" on myself, full armored I was capable of ripping steel with my bare hands.
One could think that I became a prideful asshole, but the fact is that my upbringing was pretty solid and with some solid and honest values that had accompanied me since forever. Also, a very exceptional girl of pink hair and yellow eyes show me what true courage was and a retired hero showed me that from fear comes true strength.
Lessons that had been the core of my principles and that has brought me too where I am today.
Welcome to UA.
Those are the words that All Might himself, the Number One hero, the fucking Symbol of Peace himself told to me when the hologram that brought my entrance to the UA came to my apartment.
I smiled like a madman after that.
To be completely honest; I am a very honest person; I was not all that convinced that I was going to pass the entrance of UA. It's the best academy for prospective heroes but the requisites are very high. In the physical department, I am the king, baby; but on the intellectual, not so much.
Far from being a retard, it's simply that I am not suited for studying. It also helps that I am a kinesthetic learner more than a bookworm. Studying for UA has been a daunting task, but it was a necessary step for my future as a Pro-hero. Curiously enough, it served me to learn a shit ton of curious talents. Mom insisted on some of the most peculiar ones, but I enjoyed some.
The entrance exam was an impressive as I expected it would be, but the high topic of the day was how a green-haired boy managed to bust the zero pointers of the exam; a massive robot that the aspirants should have dodged; when it almost stepped one of the other applicants, a girl with a gravity Quirk, said the rumors.
Even if I did not learn of it until later, I already respected the green-haired kid for doing the right thing. Make it double when I was told that in doing so the kid has broken the two legs and an arm.
I felt ashamed for hating my quirk, some people had it fucking worse and here I was whining like a bitch. Well, at last, I got better and learned before the universe decided to bitchslap me at the worst moment.
There is little need to say that my first days at UA were anything but boring. I even managed to meet the green-haired kamikaze, a very nice guy called Izuku, along with several other quirky individuals. Pun intended.
One of the biggest surprises was the presence of Mina Ashido, the exotic looking girl that shows me what real courage was. She managed to pass the exam as well, but on a different section than I did and enter into UA.
She was with me on class 1-A and even if she didn't recognize me at the beginning, it only took her a day to click in her head and remember me.
I do not blame her, I am not what I used to be back on the school both of us attended.
The only thing that I kept of those days is my teeth. I have pointy teeth, like a shark, and my natural red eyes.
When I decided to attend UA and become a real hero, I dyed my hair red and set it up in a spiky formation with two hair spikes as if they were horns. Thanks to the intense training I was six feet tall and with a swimmer complexion. That´s why she did not remember me at first.
She was quite impressed with the changes and even commented that we were horn buddies now. That´s why I loved this girl, her cheerful and positive demeanor always brightened my day.
The rest of my classmates were equally peculiar.
In the 1-A class, we had a homeroom teacher, the Pro-hero Eraser head, although, we call him Aizawa-sensei. But he is not the only Pro-hero that teach us, several others gave us common and more heroic oriented classes.
Cementoss is the Modern Literature Teacher and All Might himself teaches us Foundational Hero Studies.
By the number of seats, we had:
1- Yuga Aoyama, a blonde feminine boy that speaks a lot in French and is a bit of a narcissist. His Quirk has something to do with a laser from his navel.
2- Mina Ashido, pink-skinned, yellow eyes with black sclera, puffy pink hair, and two yellow horns. Exotic, like I said, yet she is beautiful in my eyes...oh, please never said that in loud voice, I will die of embarrassment. Anyhow, her Quirk is Acid, she can secrete acid with her body.
3-Tsuyu Asui, or Tsu-chan as she prefers. A girl with frog characteristics that is pretty straight forward, I found her quite sweet, she is honest to a fault and her frog mannerism only added levels to her cuteness. Her Quirk is Frog, she can do whatever a frog can do. That is a very versatile quirk.
4-Tenya Iida. Almost as tall as me, a black-haired guy with glasses that is way too stiff, but honest and polite. From the Tenya, a known family in Musutafu. He is the brother of the Pro-hero Ingenium and it shows. I like him, but he should chill out a bit, also, his robotic mannerisms are amusing.
5-Ochaco Uraraka. A brown-haired girl with the cutest cheeks I have never seen, eternally pink. She had a powerful gravity quirk. Something happened with her and Izuku at the entrance exam, later learned that she was the one that was almost squashed by the Zero-pointer.
6-Mashirao Ojiro. A tall blonde with squinted eyes. He is polite and well mannered, yet, I know that he is a talented martial artist, we trained together for a while in the same Dojo. His Quirk is Tail, he had a prehensile, very strong, tail.
7-Denki Kaminari. A blonde boy, pretty social and friendly, he is not afraid to speak what he thinks, alas, his hormones usually got the best of him sometimes. His Quirk is Electricity, he can store and shot electricity.
8- Kirishima Eijiro. Myself. A tall redhead guy with shark teeth, a bit of a busybody, and way too honest. Quirk, "Hardening".
9-Koji Koda. A rare type of individual, his Quirk has mutated his physical appearance. He is of a muscular build with peachy colored skin, his head had the form of rock, unevenly shaped and pointed at the top and his jaw is square-shaped. Shy to an extreme degree, quite a shock when he used language sign to spoke with us. His Quirk is "Anivoice" and allows him to command animals around.
10-Rikido Sato. A tall, muscular boy of spiky brown hair with full lips and round nose. He had a curious accent, but he is a friendly man and we share an interest in cooking. His Quirk is "Sugar Rush", he eats sugar he gets stronger for a while.
11- Mezo Shoji. Taller than me for some inches and with white hair on an angular shape that covers his forehead and part of his face, he always wears a mask, despite that and his six arms, he is a friendly guy. His Quirk is "Replication Arms", he can duplicate his arms and create eyes, ears, mouths, etc on those duplicates. He usually talks through these more than his own.
12-Kyoka Jiro. A slim girl with short blue hair, her earlobes are two extensible jacks. She is a bit conscious of her petite form. She is a fan of rock music if I am guessing correct the song that she hummed at lunch. Her Quirk is "Earlobe jack", she can connect her jacks to things and channel sounds through them.
13-Hanta Sero. An average tallboy with flat black hair to the shoulders, almond-shaped eyes, and straight big teeth. Quite a social guy, but perhaps a bit too showy, one of the few with common sense though. His Quirk is "Tape", he can shot tape-like things from launchers from his elbows.
14-Fumikage Tokoyami. Lean and short, his head is the head of a crow, but the rest of his body is human. A bit arcane and dramatic, but he is a nice guy. I suppose that between his interests and appearance, it's difficult to click around. His Quirk is "Dark Shadow", a shadow entity that lives within him and uses for attack and defense.
15-Shoto Todoroki. White and red-haired and with heterochromia. He is of average height but in good shape. The youngest son of Pro-hero Endeavor. I swear that this guy needs to loosen up a bit. He is not impolite but colder than a witch´s nipple. His Quirk is "Half-Hot, Half-cold", he can generate both.
16-Toru Hagakure. She is an invisible girl. Literally. I can only see her clothes, but judging from her body language and general attitude, I will say that she is quite a cheerful individual. Quirk, "Invisibility", duh.
17-Katsuki Bakugo. Average tall, spiky blond hair, physically fit, and with a serious problem of attitude. He passed the entire day screaming about kill, explosions, how he was number one and the rest extras, etc. Amusing more than anything else, but his Quirk, "Explosion" is nothing to scoff at. He can sweat nitroglycerin like substance that explodes in contact with air.
18-Izuku Midoriya. Short height, green hair, and eyes, very muscular build. This is the guy whose quirk torn him apart during the exam. He is a bit of a scaredy-cat and if I am not wrong, Bakugo and he had some past issues. Quirk, "Superpower", it increases his physical attributes to the roof but his body can not endure such a sudden power. Yikes.
19- Minoru Mineta. A very short boy with a baby face, big round eyes, and purple balls as hair. Man, this little guy´s libido is almost a crime, but I could understand up to a point, our class is blessed with very beautiful girls. His Quirk is the balls of his head, he can detach them and stick them to surface acting like a hyper strong glue.
20- Momo Yaoyorozu. Tall and gorgeous girl of long black hair that she kept in a ponytail. Her beauty is only matched by her intelligence, she entered in UA by recommendation, also, she comes from old money. Her Quirk is "Creation", she can turn lipids from her body into whatever inorganic things she wants. Powerful and versatile, I am almost jealous.
So, that´s the collection of rugrats that Aizawa-sensei strolls daily up and down UA if I didn't know that Aizawa-sensei was a Pro-hero I would have confused him with a homeless bum, especially when he tries to sleep in his yellow sleeping bag. It has been said that almost all Pro-heroes are weirdos in some shape or form and seeing the antics of our teachers I tend to agree.
UA was not all that different from a common Academy, now that I have attended their classes. If it wasn't for the Hero Foundation classes that we attended, the rest of the classes were pretty normal.
Although I had to focus extra hard on Modern Art history classes, the teacher was the R+ rated Pro-heroine Midnight and she was famous for being...well, exuberant would be put it mildly. God damn hormones and god damn hot and gorgeous teacher lady, she is going to be fueling my teenage wet dreams for a while.
Still, I would like to say that everything went smoothly, but during the first class with All Might, Izuku and Bakugo almost kill each other and that made me frown. That was not manly at all and there was something else with Izuku that I was not seeing.
First of all, All Might seemed to have a special interest in the two of them and even if I can see how the number one Pro-hero would be interested in exceptional cases; add to it the similarities between Izuku´s power and All Might´s, but there is something more here.
After classes, I decided to speak with Izuku and the conversation was quite interesting.
"Yo, Izuku, can we talk?", I walked to Izuku after classes, he was with Iida and Ochako as usual, the three clicked on the first day and usually hang together, perhaps due to their shared experience at the entrance exam.
"Ah, eh, Kirishima-san?", blinked Izuku a couple of times. Easy there mate, it's a friendly chat, you are way too nervous. "Is there something wrong?".
"No, no", I waved in negation. "Easy Izuku, I just wanted to talk a bit about your Quirk".
"Ah, no, err, yes, but, I"...sweated Izuku as I have caught him with the hands in the cookie jar.
The trio of us that were with him deadpanned at the nervous visage of Izuku, boy, he is a nervous wreck, he really should have that look upon, the last thing a hero need is to have a nervous breakdown in the middle of a villain attack.
"Midoriya-kun?" asked Iida and Ochako at Izuku.
"Sorry, it's just, my Quirk is a sensitive topic", Izuku slumped and that told me that there was something afoot here. But is not my business, I will give me advice and let him be, I don't want to intrude in personal business.
"Say no more. I will not intrude". I raised my hand, signaling that I was not going to dig where I was not invited. "It´s just that it looked to me that you were using your Quirk wrong and I wanted to see if I could help with it. It happened to me", I shrugged.
"Wrong?", that made Izuku raise his head with curiosity in his eyes. "Your Quirk?. But we are of different types, but we also share that is a physical enhancer Quirk, but mines is a physical enhancer different from a mutating quirk and that would..." and so went Izuku mumbling at a speed that made me blink and turn my gaze to my other two classmates.
They were already shaking their heads. This must be a recurring event with Izuku then. Curious.
"Okay, does he stop at some point?. How long usually takes to bring him back to reality?", I asked Ochako and Iida.
"He can be like this for a long time", smiled Ochako between amused and embarrassed.
"Midoriya-kun, please focus", called Iida to Izuku, cutting short his ramblings.
Do not take me wrong, mixed in all that mumble were some interesting ideas that I will try later, Izuku was way more observant and creative that I imagined about the usage and potential of Quirks. I learned that the hard way.
"Back with us?", I chuckled and Izuku blushed. "What I wanted to say", I set back the conversation to the original topic, "is that for what I saw in class, your Quirk is like a sudden and brutal power-up, but you only used it on one part of your body".
The three of them stared at me, impressed by my observation skills, and waiting for the rest of the explanation.
"See the little scar over my right eye?", I pointed out to the thin white line, "it's from the first time that I activated my Quirk, my hands hardened but my face did not so I cut myself, I thought that maybe that was your case".
Izuku expression changed gradually. He listened to my tale, winced at my scar and when I delivered the message, I can saw the increasing "Eureka" moment flashing behind his eyes.
"Ahhh!, that´s it!", shouted Izuku pointing at me.
"Happy to be of help". I chuckled at Izuku´s smile of discovery.
That earned me some major points with my classmates, not only for my observational skills but for the fact that I have shared something embarrassing for the sake of a classmate, that I have respected Izuku´s privacy about his quirk and that I was helping someone that could be a potential rival for the hero ranks in the future.
The hero ranks were something that I did not give a fuck about. I was no hero for the fame and the fortune, the latter was more welcome than the former but not my objective. I wanted to be a hero to be the shield for those that needed one. For those that experienced the worst kind of terror. The one that you can not fight against.
UA facilities are amazing, they have all kinds of buildings, from labs and gyms to entire fake-cities were to train our Quirks without destroying everything around us. The companies associated with UA even made our suits according to the ideas that we sent, it was awesome to have a hero suit.
I may not look like it, but I am a sharp dresser when the occasion demands. I may not be capable of allowing myself a tailor-made Armani suit, but I am more than capable to dress a tuxedo and rock it.
However, for my hero suit, I opted for something a bit less stylish and more practical. Combat boots reinforced so I don't scrap the insides when I harden up, black combat pants of resistant cloth, two red fur like tailcoats and my mask, that is a cover form the sides of my head and my forehead.
Later, I really should walk to the support workshops and ask for some changes, I saw some American actions movies in the web the other day and perhaps my idea of walking around in a very stylish suit capable of enduring my "Hardening" was not as far fetched as I believed.
Also, the protagonist of the movie was a true man, pity that he was the best assassin in the world, but his manliness that beyond doubt.
Yeah, my suit implies that I walk around half-naked all the time, but that was not something that worried me, heck, Hagakure walks around naked all the time because of her invisibility and with my Quirk on, my skin became rocky and jagged, easily shredding through most clothes.
I was not the only one calling the attention, some of the girls in our class had fascinating hero suits, especially Yaoyorozu, Mina, and Ochako. Jiro was adorable in her rocker girl style suit; I would have complimented them but Mineta was drooling at that point and I slapped the back of his head and recommended him that appreciation was all nice and dandy, but drooling was creepy as hell.
For what I understood that give some brownie points with the girls, Mina even smiled at me with two thumbs up. I sheepishly scratched the back of my head and did not blush...okay, I blushed, Mina is cute as hell and with the thigh suit that she wears, she enters into the gorgeous department.
All in all, the first days of UA were pretty nice, we have our first hero training; were Izuku and Bakugo almost kill each other, hence the conversation that I had with Izuku; and we have some interesting extra classes.
English was easy for me as I already spoke the language because of my hobbies, but Modern Art History with Midnight-sensei was a challenge for my teenage hormones. Ectoplasm-sensei taught us maths and that is a topic that I struggle with, I am not a bad student but I am not a good student either.
Speaking of studies and what´s not, my class choose and representatives Iida and Yaoyorozu, are the most suited to the task due to their seriousness and how accustomed they are to the responsibilities of a high position. Frankly, among us, they are the ones that will deal better with the responsibilities.
So, train, study, and know better my classmates. All in all a good time, I even got close to Mina when we talked about my change of appearance.
"Kiri", she called to me one day. "I have been wanting to ask since I recognized you, why the changes?".
Kiri, the nickname that she gave to me. I can understand, Kirishima is a mouthful, and I tend to call people by their shorter names or do like her and shorten up a bit long names. She also did the same with Yaoyorozu and called Yaomomo, easier to say. I liked how she called my name but never told her that.
"Several reasons", I smiled at her.
We were on one of the hallways of the UA, longing around one of the vending machines, I was in the mood for some coffee and when she saw me, she decided to go and ask. She was honest like that.
"First of all, I did not like my black hair much", I confessed, "and I am a big fan of Crimson Riot, so I decided to go red". It was the truth. "I went to one of the Best Jeanist, the Pro-hero, hairdressing saloons and ask for a permanent dye for my hair in the same color that Crimson Riot, then I only have to comb my hair up, apply my Quirk and presto, spiky instantaneous hair".
Mina laughed at my explanation.
"I can not see you in a beauty parlor", laughed Mina and I snorted in amusement as well. Yeah, not my usual stomping grounds precisely. "But it is a clever trick, you are different from how you were at school". There was a curious tone in her voice and I was a bit confused.
Do not take me wrong, I am not a dense mother fucker, but all the girls that I show any interest in did not reciprocate those feelings, feeling a bit intimidated by my powers and teeth. The best was a mere physical interest from some girls because of my muscular build.
"Yeah, I had to change and I did, I do hope is for the best", I chuckled and picked up my coffee, smiling at her.
She smiled back and her smile did brighten my day, such a bloody pity that the rest of the day was a complete clusterfuck.
With our suits on, after some morning classes, Aizawa-sensei brought us to some training domes that UA had for rescue practices and different situations that Pro-heroes could experiment with.
The Pro-hero Thirteen, a man always covered in a spacesuit and whose Quirk was a black hole, literally. Gave us one of the best speeches that I have ever eared about how Quirks can be very, very dangerous, but it was us who decided how and why to use our Quirks. It was pretty good and very inspiring, to be honest.
Ochako was the one that resonated the best with Thirteen, she always liked the rescue specialized hero and wanted to be like him.
When we were about to start the classes, a sudden black mist covered the front yard of the building and from the black, dense, almost ink-like, mist, dozens and dozens of villains came, all sporting their Quirks, weapons and with all their body language speaking about the violence that they were about to unleash.
Black thingy covered me and the next I know is that I am in the middle of city ruins, surrounded by dozen of villains.
Holy shit.
Pros: I was alone and I could go wild with this mooks, breaking them into pieces.
Downs: I was alone and surrounded by a lot of mooks that wanted to beat the shit out of me.
A very unmanly though filtered into my brain, a passing thought. These are villains, they are ready to beat me to an inch of my life, possibly kill me and maybe, just maybe, some of the girls in my class could be in a similar situation that I am.
And nothing granted me that among all these low shits there were not any predators of the worst kind.
I thought I know anger, I thought I know terror, but when the faces of all of the girls in my class passed through my mind as they were forced by these cretins, I saw red.
The first sucker didn't even see it coming, my fist caved the side of his head and left his face and head as if it was a peanut. With an incoherent gurgle, he was sent flying to a nearby wall, crashing it down.
I moved for my next victim, he raised his hands, transformed into blades of some sort and slashed at me. I crouched down and jumped forward, smashing my reinforced knee against his mandible, crushing it into his face and deforming it.
Before I could land, two cold as hell black balls slammed into my back, sending me through a wall and into a broken mess hall. There I was assaulted by a dog Quirk villain who bit my shoulder, aiming for my neck, but his teeth did not pierce my rock-like skin.
Grabbing his lower and upper jaw I brutally snapped them in the opposite direction, tossing the whimpering thug out of my way. Several projectiles slammed against me, from rocks to metallic debris, along bullets and bone-like protuberances.
One of the bones pierced my side, stabbing through the skin but not spilling blood.
I pay back the favor by tossing them a rock and quickly covering the distance between the closest of them and me. I punched his stomach with enough force to rupture something and then tossed the puking moob far from me before he covered me in puke and blood. With a spin to the left, I dodged the claws of a strange-looking woman and deliver a devastating roundhouse kick to the side of her head.
The snap could mean that I have broken her neck, but that moment I couldn't care less, they were a threat, they were trying to kill me, so I will respond in kind. I am a hero perspective, so I am not actively trying to kill them, but I am not precisely holding my punches either.
Broken and crippled is something that I could live with; I prefer not to have the blood of anyone in my hands if I can prevent it. That being said, they are making fulfilling that promise harder than it seems.
A villain with a cannon mouth blasted me at point-blank and I felt my muscles protest under the strain, an entire layer of my skin fly to the air, blasted by the explosion. I kicked his knee in a very painful angle and uppercut him into the air.
Grabbing the koed cannon man by the legs I used him to beat another asshole and jumping over them I double kick the chest of a woman with snake attributes into a nearby wall, crushing her against the harder surface.
The place was a recreation of Musutafu if it was ruined, be it an earthquake or some similar disaster, perfect for rescue training or to simulate battle conditions. Right now, I was knee-deep in D-lister assholes, so the place has filled its purpose magnificently.
Next to fall to my hands was a furry fucker whose hair was sharp like blades, thankfully it did not pierce through my hardened skin, otherwise, I would have lost an arm now, I seriously need to think twice before applying "punch to the face" tactics.
My punch broke his hair and caved the entire left side of his head, I broke his jaw and his cranium. I was a little surprised about the quality of the moobs that the villains had brought with themselves, but I suppose that quantity had a quality of its own and that´s why there are so many of these D-listers.
I exchange blows with a woman made of iron, crushing her ribs with a low jab followed by a brutal haymaker that put her out of commission. Before I could kick the lizard fucker that is trying to blindside me, Bakugo appeared over him and stomped the head of the lizard to the ground followed by an explosion.
"Die!" screamed Bakugo stomping the villain into the ground.
"Thanks for that", I thanked Bakugo, it was nice to know that he worried about the rest of the classmates.
"You are too slow, brickhead!", screamed Bakugo at me and I sweatdropped.
"I was busy dealing with them, firecracker", I replied looking for more enemies, "next time, less flying around pixie bomber and more fighting".
"You want to die!", continued Bakugo at a loud voice, but he covered my back from the next wave of villains. "I will fucking kill you like these extras!", shouted Bakugo before launching himself at a couple of oddly shaped villains and send them flying with his explosions.
"You will try farthands!", I laughed back and buried my leg into the stomach of a very fat villain. His fat was not capable of enduring the strength of my kick and the man doubled over with his organs bruised. I ended him with an elbow to the face that knocked him out.
Between the two of them, we easily dispatched a dozen villains that remained around, but I could see others lurking the buildings. Shit, this could take forever, and I fear for the rest of the class, the less combat-oriented of us. I need to get to the entrance to see who is there and coordinate with them to search for the rest.
Please, to whoever is listening, if we are worth a shit to you, please, do let my terrors be real, please. I know that they are tough girls that can take care of themselves, I saw personally in the quirk training and the hero training, but this shit is completely different and real-life can be shitty sometimes.
"Firecracker!, you had this shit covered?!", I howled to Bakugo, raising a massive piece of debris over my head and with a grunt toss it to the building where I saw some villains trying to flank us.
"Haa?!", protested or grunted Bakugo, sometimes is hard to understand his rage-speech.
"I am going to the entrance", I told to him, hardening my legs for my next trick, I did not have it entirely dominated but this was an emergency.
On the corner of my sight, I saw an eruption of ice nearby and I smiled. Shoto must be around, cold as fuck he may be, he is the perfect partner for situations like these.
"Clean up the rest, join iceman over there", I pointed out with my thumb at an incoming Shoto in the distance, "and join me at the entrance for a final sweep of these D-listers".
"Oy!, don't give me orders, sharky!", shouted Bakugo, joining his hands and producing an explosion that sent a small bunch of the villains inside of a building flying on the distance.
Okay, I can do this, it's easy, I have trained before….step one, harden the legs, step two, harden, even more, three harden to the point that I can stomp steel and crack it, focus, harden the muscles, harden the bones.
Four.
MOVE.
The pain of my legs reached my brain, the millisecond after I have stepped into the pavement with enough force to create a crater and a resounding boom after I impulse myself with enough force to look as if I disappeared. My hardened legs endured the sudden force and did not torn, good, fucking good.
Hardening my eyes so I do not need to blink and I can see where the fuck I am going, dodge the debris, slam into a big villain and send him and the other cretins around him flying like bowling pins.
Come on, ignore the pain, ignore the sensation of your tendons and muscles shredding, harden them more, make them fucking unbreakable. Continue, move, move, move.
The second step, another boom, and I were on the move again.
Fuck, All Might makes this look so freaking easy. Does he had to endure these sensations?, as if all his muscles torn apart by a sudden force that he is not able to...oh fuck.
Later.
Please later, now focus on your running and….
Oh, shit Aizawa-sensei is down, so is Thirteen, are those Izuku, Tsu-chan, and Mineta? man, they did it, oh, shit is that guy dressing with corpse hands over his face?. Creepy does not start to explain the level of wrongness in that attire. What the hell is the brute at his side?. That thing is strong as fuck is he could take down a Pro like Aizawa-sensei, shit, shit shit, he goes after them...
HELL NO!.
"Hands to yourself, shithead!", I shouted at the top of my lungs, kicking the arm of the creep that is about to crush the head of Tsu-chan.
Quick resume, I am moving at F-1 speed thanks to my reinforced legs, trying to cover the maximum distance between the ruined city where I have been sent and the entrance where this massive clusterfuck has started and rejoin with the teachers to look out for the less battle oriented of us, but the situation was already FUBAR.
On the edge of my sight, I can see the black mutant thing move to intercept my attack, he is fast, bloody fast, but he only managed to intercept part of it, my boot has already connected with the forearm of the creep and the satisfying snap that followed my kick made me smile. His scream of pain was also very satisfying.
The smile did not last much when the black muscle thing punched me into the next week. The impact has been enough to shatter my hardened skin over my chest and I felt the crack of my ribs.
One single punch and my hardened skin were as paper mache, I have bruises over my bruises, my organs have not been turned into jelly by fucking chance, and my ribs if not broken, with spider cracks all over them.
Bloody Hell. What the fuck is that monster?.
My body rebound on the floor and I carved a trench on the floor before I dug my fingers on the ground and corrected my stance back to a kneeling position. Oh god, my everything hurts, I stumbled and I barely managed to keep myself from falling to the floor in pain.
"Kirishima-san!, Kirishima!, Kiri-chan!", screamed the three classmates on the base of the stairs. Sero, Sato, and Koda were already with their hands full with the horde of moobs that the villains had brought to the party, so they could not help much.
"I'm fine!", I replied, swallowing my pain. "Bloody hell that thing kicks like a mule!". I grumbled under my breath and focus on hardening my organs and bones, so I can ignore the damages and get back into the fight.
"You bastard, you have broken my arm!", whined the handy face white-haired guy that I should have kicked into a paste if it wasn't for the ugly cousin of a reject of a slasher movie.
"Nomu, kill him, kill the redhead!"; screeched the bastard, grabbing his arm and looking at me with a crazy glare that sent shivers through my spine.
This guy is fucking nuts, god, those eyes are the eyes of a madman, of someone whose reality is shattered and only his demented visions are worth a damn.
Double shit, the black thing is running at me.
I froze.
Yo!, fucking brain!, do you think is the moment to realize that I am still the bloody same scared child that froze when the moment of truth comes?. If we don't move, we die, that thing will punch us into a paste, fucking move you dumb asshole.
…
Fine!, be a fucking coward, manly my ass, if you are not going to move, then its time to endure. Its the only thing we are worth off anyway. We harden and harden and harden and continue hardening until we become. Fucking. Unbreakable.
The screech of the Nomu thing echoed in front of my face, his bird-like mouth opened, showing his teeth, pointy as mine as he prepared his right punch to smash me into a pulp.
I shout back, I don't even know what the hell I am saying, I don't care, like hell, I am going to die because I am a fucking coward that froze again when the shit matters. Not anymore, I have not trained myself into tears and blood to fail in front of this manchild and his ugly monster pet.
Our fists collided and the thunderous boom muted all sounds, I preferred that way, I did not want to listen to my arm being shattered into a broken and bloodied mess, seeing it was more than enough.
The thing was also pushed back, but the surface of his skin rippled as if it waves moved under it, do not tell me that he is made of rubber or something along those lines.
"Hahahahaha, idiot, Nomu is shock resistant", laughed the manchild with his eyes showing how much he was enjoying my suffering. Asshole.
Shock resistant, uh?. That means that there is a limit, but shock applies as well to cuts?. Shit, I don't want to do this, well, at last not without experimentation, but this black Nomu shit monster is going to kill me, then Izuku, Tsu-chan, Mineta, and the rest.
Fuck no.
Today is the day of the experiments.
My legs are trembling and my right arm is a broken mess, I am scared shitless, I am going to die, oh god, I am going to die, I don't want to die…
Crimson Riot's words were that terror is the source of strength, the fear when someone that is not you is going to die because you would do nothing. The back of a gorgeous girl that show me what true courage was, flashed in my mind.
My skin hardened again, slowly, mutating me, making me bulkier, cruder, more bestial, now I was as ugly as the motherfucker that was charging at me with his tongue out of his mouth.
I clench my left fist and move.
My legs cracked under the pressure but it did not matter to me, what it matters is that I entered in the guard of the black thing, his arms were stretched so he could not block and before he could correct his position or at last move into a position where he could punch me, I clawed his throat.
It was one of the reasons why I did not like my hardening at the beginning. I can harden my nails as well, when I harden, I can extend my nails into rocky short claws, make them harder and harder and I had nails that could shred concrete like it is nothing.
A big shower of black blood erupted from the four deep gashes that I have carved in his black skin, reaching the flesh and veins under the hard and shock-resistant surface to make him bleed.
Then he rammed me like a truck and I was the one sent flying like a bowling pin. I hate irony.
When I landed I gasped in pain and coughed blood from my battered organs, even in their hardened state they have taken a beating and I was reaching my limit I have already passed my limit.
But I was smiling, I have won, I have fucking won, suck on that creepy handsy guy…
Okay, that´s bloody unfair, the thing is regenerating, he has several Quirks, fucking great.
Worse of all, I can do anything more, I am out of fuel and my body is losing his rocky surface unable to keep up with the damages.
Fuck, I lose.
As the edges of my vision started to go black, I can only curse my uselessness, again, fucking again, I failed again, and when it was the moment of truth, I was scared and let good people down.
"I AM HERE!", echoed a booming voice and a sliver of hope born in my chest.
Bloody hell, perhaps is not all lost.