Thunder Hero: Baraquiel 12
Class 1-A watched as Baraquiel flickered away "So uncouth! Wait until my parents here about this…" Began Iida.
"He won't give a damn. Honestly, complaining to parents about him and so they complain at him it only annoys him. In all honesty, he'll respect you more if you bring your complaints to him yourself, and, even more so if you do it privately in a civilised manner." Todoroki stated cutting across his acquaintance.
"Todoroki, just how do you know so much about our unknown hero teacher?" Ashido asked, bouncing at the prospect of new gossip.
"Who gives, he's not in the Top 10, I've not even seen him in the rankings; he's more than likely a weak, has-been hero that is teaching to eek out his glory days. Now move it extras, don't slow me down." Snarled Bakugo, as he stalked inside.
"Don't let the front gates of UA hit your ass, should Baraquiel decide to punt your ass." Jiro called, Bakugo stopped. But decided to ignore the purple-haired rocker.
"Well, he's going to be even more pissed tomorrow." Izuku stated. He turned to Aizawa.
"All of you, get your term programme and scram. We start tomorrow." Aizawa stated, grabbing his sleeping bag and slouched off.
The remaining eighteen students watched him leave, before Ashido spoke again "Again, Todoroki…you didn't answer my question."
Todoroki smirked "He's my brother. As for why he's not in the rankings, he'll tell you to his face its because he can't be arsed to 'put his back into it'."
"He's that LAZY?" Exclaimed 1-A.
Izuku snickered "Yup, the laziest and laidback hero you could ever meet. Even when he was training me, he was hands-off. Never does thing physically to help you, but it is not his physical prowess that makes him brilliant; but rather how he makes you think. Although, his physical workout is nothing to sniff at."
Ashido turned to Izuku "What is your quirk? I mean…everyone but you demonstrated a quirk, is it a mental one?"
"Is it intellect based? I mean you were giving us warm-down hints and tips."
"The warm-down is from experience…allow me to answer your questions with a question of my own. Why would I not want to use my quirk?"
"Because its either unimpressive…highly unlikely or manly, dangerous to everyone…or…because you might not have one and thus do not have a quirk but are putting on a charade, which is unmanly as anything; denying the fact that you have a quirk. I'm, Kirishima by the way, Kirishima Eijiro." Kirishima said offering his hand out.
Izuku shook it "Midoriya Izuku, and Kirishima, you're right…" Izuku paused, they needed to know "…I'm quirkless."
Everyone bar Todoroki stared at the green-haired boy "You realise that this is reckless! How…" Iida began.
"Iida, I say this with the greatest disrespect 'take your quirkest, family-honoured tailored bullshit and ram it up your ass'. It's not you who will be influenced by my choices, it's not you who'll be crying if I end up dead; you know who will? Oh, wait, ME and my Mother. Baraquiel-sensei's taught me a lot in ten months; the first thing he taught me was to 'grab my dreams by the fucking balls' and 'beat the ever-living shit out of all obstacles: physical, mental, emotional, my own inadequacies, others tinted view of the world and stomp them beneath my feet', I am offering you, Iida, a chance to put your money where your mouth is." Izuku said calmly, standing his ground.
Iida looked at Izuku, turned and robotically marched away "I'm going to get such a bollocking for that outburst. Although, I might be able to throw Baraquiel-sensei under the bus." Izuku said paling slightly.
Todoroki sighed and placed his arm over Midoriya's shoulder "Considering my brother-in-law has done that, he'll probably object profusely about being thrown under any buses; physical or metaphorical. However, he will admit he told you that, he told me it as well."
Jiro and Kirishima looked at Midoriya "Midoriya, I highly doubt you'll get into any trouble…Iida was and has been out of line since the start of today; you snapping and challenging him was in defence of why you're becoming a hero, UA should accept that."
"Your dream, to be a quirkless hero…that's a true hero's dream and a manly one at that. What is your routine? I have got to ask?" Kirishima asked curiously.
"It's 100 Push-ups, Sit-ups, Squats, 10KM run with 100 repetitions of punches, knife-hands, elbows, knees and feet katas. That's the true version that Togata-sempai uses; I do half of it but all of the kata."
Kirishima stared at him "That's intense, we're going to have to work out together at some point. Look, I'll find you on social media and I'll get your number then. I need to get my train."
Other students made their excuses and left as well, Jiro nodded to Izuku and had to turn away as she found her cheeks turning red. Soon enough Izuku and Shoto were the only ones remaining.
As the students were slowly leaving, Harry had changed into civilian clothes (jeans, white shirt), with babies in the kitchen; humming a catchy song by the name of 'Addicted' as he prepped dinner. The joy of being a TA he finished the moment the school let out, however, he was looking over the plans to turn UA into a boarding school."
He groaned, his class was going to be a nightmare! They were already one down, but there were so many egos to stomp down on. "The agenda for tomorrow." He was enraptured by his activities. He didn't hear the door open and four sets of foot beats enter.
"Mrs Potter, I didn't see you." Came the voice of Vlad King.
"It's okay Vlad, I didn't see you either. Can we help you?" Fuyumi asked the Blood Themed Hero curiously.
Vlad sighed "I am needing your Husbands…talents in order to cultivate my class. I fear some of them at this…"
"They need humbling and seriously. When do they do combat training? Hey Vlad, this feels like dinner and drinking to sort this out; how do you like stir-fry steak? I don't do blue."
"Rarest, you can do please."
Soon enough; Vlad King, Baraquiel and surprisingly Eraserhead, Mic and Snipe along with Fuyumi were acting like relatively normal adults, sitting around discussing; everything from politics to their classes. With that radio going lowly in the background when the report suddenly changed to something drastic.
"WE BRING YOU THIS BREAKING ANNOUNCEMENT. SEVEN VILLAINS ARE TERRORISING THE DOWNTOWN, MUSUTAFU AREA. HEROES ARE RESPONDING BUT MT. LADY IS DOWN!"
Harry changed into his hero costume as Fuyumi pulled on a knee-length fur-covered coat, which, when fastened had an in-built hood with an upper and lower-face balaclava fitted in. Finishing off her attire was a pair of over-shoes and gaiters which gave the impression of mountain boots. "Mic, you willing to babysit?"
Mic nodded "Yeah, do I need anything." Fuyumi smiled underneath her hood and pulled out a file called "The inept heroes guide to heroic babysitting".
Mic sweatdropped as Fuyumi, Baraquiel and the members of staff hurried into Musutafu.
There were seven villains as the reporter had eloquently said, However Mount Lady wasn't just down; she was down with what looked like a black spike erupting from her mouth. It was this particular visage that Baraquiel and Fuyumi arrived at "I don't...have my hero licence yet." She murmured.
"Lady Cold, have faith in me and in your father. It's coming, I remember you telling me that your father put you through the exam, and you passed the test but chose not to use your provisional licence."
Lady Cold nodded "I remember. I also remember you telling me the same thing…You're getting me to do this because you didn't want to do this on your own; just remember we have two babies waiting for us…three if we include your Godson."
"All the more reason to wrap this up…" With that Baraquiel clapped his hands and the screaming of civilians stopped.
"Civilians, I'm Baraquiel, everything is going to turn out okay. Now, can the real villains please stand up? Because we're about to have a problem here."
(Heat Vlad)
One villain was a broad-shouldered, squat looking man with piercing blue eyes and a rather smoke-dusted tan, clad in the remains of a fire-fighters uniform. "You think you're being funny quoting him? Look at what I did to your precious female colleague."
Baraquiel looked at the impaled corpse "So, you're a cheap knock-off of Vlad Tepes III. With a superheated carbon quirk? Oh and as for being funny? Not really, look, is it possible that you and your crew can possibly surrender?"
"Not likely hero, you see…ever since you heroes and your imposed rules stop 90% of the population from using our quirks, this is a stand. A STAND FOR METAS AND META-ABILITY USE EVERYWHERE! UP WITH THE META LIBERATION! UP WITH THE META FUTURE!" Screamed the newly dubbed 'Heat Vlad'.
Baraquiel nodded "Alright, Heat Vlad, you're under arrest for the murder of Pro Hero Mount Lady; she might not have been a decent example of a hero but killing a hero is a pretty heinous crime." With that before Heat Vlad could respond, Baraquiel shot forwards lightning cowling around his body as he slammed his elbow into the villain's stomach. Heat Vlad's eyes bulged as spit and blood gushed from his mouth, his hands flared; as two dark red, almost black spikes began to protrude from his hands.
Baraquiel grinned, "I love it when you get handsy. Unfortunately, my hands are only for beating thugs and holding my other-half." Baraquiel grabbed Heat Vlad's wrists and with a mutter of "Hey look, no hands!" sent four pulses of electricity coursing through Heat Vlad's body, it convulsed, the spikes fell; shattering on impact and melting the tarmac. Baraquiel knocked out the first one with a devastating spinning crescent kick connecting solidly with the temple; there was the unmistakable sound of heeled boot meeting the skull and a crunch as the body hit the floor.
"That's one."
(Lady Cold and the Power Fist Brothers)
Lady Cold, rolled across an empty car, narrowly dodging two identical villains. One roared as he ripped his right hand out of the car; ripping a gouge out. She cart-wheeled to her feet, as the left hand tore his hand out. The five-seater estate car was gone! Along with two others; to form two pairs of metal fists? "The Power-Fist Twins…great name, Fuyumi but did it have to be now!"
"COLD! DUCK!" Came the distinctive, Wyoming/Japanese accented voice of Snipe. Cold, complied just about, avoiding a heavy jab that would have smashed her ribs; no matter what. As she did so the Peacekeeper Revolver, barked four shots; all four were beanbags, tailored for those with physical enhancement quirks.
Lady Cold, swiftly lowered the temperature so a sheet of ice flared into existence "Think that's…" Mocked the Left-Twin.
"Gentlemen, Luna Light Binding…REALLY didn't think this through. " There was a yelp of pain as white chords of electricity slammed into the brothers. "Anyway, nice industrial fists; pity they make superb handcuffs."
"Now that's four…where's…" Baraquiel turned to see a pair of giants. The first was abnormally built; his arms were huge! They looked like miniature trash-compactors, coupled with those insidiously grey and red-splattered gauntlets, Baraquiel shuddered; at the thought of Fuyumi having to gear that thing! "Lady Cold, not for the want to sound like a misogynistic wanker and destroying my flimsy credibility," Baraquiel whispered over the comms, unaware a future listening-hero was watching transfixed with her parents.
"If it's a request for me to stay back, yes. I really, wish it didn't have to be against people who really shouldn't see the light of day again…Darling, be careful."
(Baraquiel and Lady Cold vs Rappa Kendo Katsukame)
Baraquiel paused; he fixed the second one, he recognised as Rappa Kendo. "Rappa and Katsukame, now two people seriously wanted by the Police AND Heroes, for a multitude of crimes…Why with these...villains? You're not the brightest of people, so you'll have to indulge me. Any chance of you coming…" Baraquiel didn't get to finish his sentence as Rappa was already moving.
"LADY COLD! PLAY SUPPORT, THIS...OH, THIS IS GONNA HURT!" Baraquiel shouted as Rappa's fist came towards him like a Gatling gun.
(Jiro Family)
"This is totally cool! But also extremely frightening!" Jiro Kyotoku exclaimed. They were coming back from a celebratory meal for Kyoka's first day and now this.
Jiro had quickly got them to cover; in an alleyway just off a corner store. It was a little cramped; she was trying to get a vantage to see the villain call for help when Baraquiel-sensei arrive. "A hero's here dad, my teacher, actually."
Mika looked at her daughter "What's he like?"
"Bit of an asshole, in fact, both Aizawa-sensei and Baraquiel-sensei both are; he's, Baraquiel-sensei's, already shutting crap down and we've not even started. He calls himself a pro-hero but apart from scattered and terse interviews, we know nothing about him."
They then saw Heat Vlad appear from a store, as Baraquiel showed up. Jiro placed her phone on record, she needed to record this. Finally, something to learn about something her teacher; she winced as she saw her teacher take the villain apart so quickly! And VIOLENTLY. "I'd have stopped as soon as I folded him over! But that's…brutal!" Jiro didn't know what Heat Vlad had done just before this, she knew a hero was going to be tough work; Baraquiel-sensei didn't even sound much older than her! "What the shit sensei?"
She was unaware her parents had followed her "Did you get anything?"
"He shocked a guy and then punted him the head…and there he is. Helping...someone and Snipe-sensei's there…Snipe's got nothing to do with us; yet." The Jiro's were sensible people; normally they'd get away and watch on the news, however, their daughter was entering this line of work. You had to learn by example, after all.
They weren't about to see an utter bloodbath. Truths would be revealed to Jiro; Heroics wasn't about saving the day in pretty unblemished costumes and wide smiles, it wasn't about doing random acts of kindness in the street, sometimes it all came to who gives first. "Who gives in or gives up first?" That question would be seared into her mind as that first fight her sensei had in front of her outside of the classroom, would change her fundamentally.
Similar thoughts would be had across everyone who watched the news. But for one other, a choice would be made and a question will be had.