Chapter 2: Enjoy the Buzz

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The sun blazed down onto his straight white hair, its gorgeous glimmering attracting a few intense gazes as he walked through the streets. Ever since he was a baby, out of all his features, his silvery grey eyes garnered the most attention. His eyes gathered intrigue and mystery by those around him, both good and bad. Sei was indeed attractive. Many labelled him the most attractive out of all of his siblings, which he took pride in, but at the same time, he was the only sibling that looked nothing like his parents. This caused quite a stir when he was born. Being born the eldest son of the two most powerful heroes did come with its downsides, rumours being one of them. His parents influence didn't stop a handful of unsavoury rumours to spread, causing a lot of distress amongst the Todoroki family. Thankfully his aunts and uncles decided to step up. It took time for things to die down, but there were always a few mutterings that could be heard whenever he passed by. He was used to it now, he had to be.

Sei grimaced, rubbing his ears. Despite now being miles away, he could still hear the three devils cackling through the air. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his short fringe and powered forward, relishing the sound of their noise quietening with every step he took. His hand gripped the handles of the two lunch boxes he had grabbed earlier.

He continued to ignore the gazes around him as he continued. Noticing that he was approaching a crossroad, he smiled. He recognised this crossroad; he had come through here many times before. As he was about to reach it, a shiver ran down his spine. The silver specks in his eyes deepened, his focus fading. He stumbled for a moment before regaining his composure, his eyes now turning back to its cloudy grey.

He stopped, slipped off his backpack and shoved his hand in the side pocket, pulling out a foldable umbrella. Extending the stick, he opens it up and adjusts it so that it covers the right side of his body. The moment he reached the crossroad, a car turned the corner. The driver, not noticing the puddle accumulated from last night's shower, drives over the illusionary liquid. Now overflowing with momentum, the liquid flies into the air, landing on the umbrella.

A dry Sei sighs, shaking the umbrella and placing it back into his backpack. He continues walking, rubbing his fading grey eyes.

Half an hour later, Sei arrives in front of a modern apartment building. He glances up at the 25-meter, high story building which was covered in hundreds of windows, before walking through the automated doors.

The cold air greets him, nipping at his skin as he enters. Sei couldn't help but sigh after receiving such a satisfying cold embrace. The air conditioning in this building is one of the reasons why Sei loved this apartment complex. Waving at the receptionist, he heads to the elevator. He presses the button to call it and waits for a few seconds before it arrives. He lets an older gentleman exit first before entering himself. His finger glides passed the numbers to the bottom and presses the button to the highest floor. Closing his eyes, he relishes the nostalgic elevator song.

After what seemed like a few minutes, he gets off. He walks down an illuminated hallway, gazing over the familiar paintings scattered across the walls. Reaching the lone door at the far end, he presses the buzzer and steps back.

"Hello?" a soft voice flows through the speaker. Sei smiles, his eyes soften for a split second.

"It's me," he states.

The door clicks.

Now open, he enters.

Akito had left them minutes ago. Shiki's barking had exploded his eardrums yet again. He usually accompanied them first, at least for the first few minutes, then he would get sick of them. It was either that, or he got too close to their destination.

As he walked through the street, he glanced at the numerous people around him, going about their everyday lives. When he felt it was safe, he dived into the closest alleyway. He first ensured that he was alone before continuing. He loosened his black and blue stripped tie, the bottom half slathered in black soot, as if it was once burned. Ruffling his red and white hair, he grabs a hair tie and ties up the top half, the rest dangling to his shoulders. He grabs a dark blue belt from his backpack and ties it around his waist. He gathers his sleeve around his right hand and gives the emblem, in the centre of the belt, a good polishing.

"Perfect" he smiles, caressing the now gleaming rabbit shaped emblem. After applying the final touches to his hair, he sets off.

Ten minutes later, he stands before a majestic gate, seven time his size. His red eyes gleam at the dark blue graffiti caked on the metal bars. The fact that it covered remnants of aged, cracked emblems made it stand out all the more.

Clearing his throat, he states, "Report".

Five students, of similar age, gather behind Akito.

"It's done Boss, you like it?" asks a short boy with curly orange hair.

"It's perfect" Akito grins. "Good job guys. Look carefully and don't ever forget the majestic aura of our emblem."

The five students stare at their Boss' proud figure. They stare at their emblem and then back at their boss. All five of them knew of the importance of an emblem, which is why they understood the reason behind their boss' prideful demeanour, since emblems represented their groups. Ridiculing an emblem, which symbolises a group's ethics and goals, would trigger a war. Wars were common as it would allow for groups to climb up the ranks, but to ridicule or deface an emblem would be suicide. As every group respects the symbolism of an emblem, you would incur the wrath and wariness of everyone involved, and this is what they just did. Each of the five students couldn't help but stare worryingly at the faded emblems beneath theirs.

The short, curly orange haired boy glances at his friends, who shake their heads back at him.

"Boss?" he asks warily.

Akito hums in response.

"It is indeed very majestic but may I ask?" He begins to twiddle his thumbs.

"What is it Ram?" Akito asks, now turned to face them.

Ram, short for Aramis, flinches as he meets Akito's red eyes, "Why a…rabbit?"

The students are silent. Ram squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for the onslaught.

"Hmm, isn't it obvious?" Akito asks, glancing at their emblem, then back at them.

All five students shake their heads in unison, Ram now hiding behind them.

Akito smiles and turns back to face their emblem, "Because it's cool!"

"Oh," Ram breathes, "That's it?"

"Yup" Akito's smile morphs into a grin, "That's it." Before anyone could comment on Akito's 'unique' perspective, a bell rings, projecting a broken and inconsistent tune. Hearing the bell, their faces go pale, including Akito's. They immediately sprint to class, passing under a massive discoloured sign saying 'Villain Academy'. Akito couldn't help but snigger as his eyes glance over the word 'Academy', which was crossed out and replaced by a clumsily written "HELL."

"Welcome to Hell," he chuckles.

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