Chapter 43: Behind Seijaku's Mask
"Welcome to Seijaku Gakuen Academia," Immawato said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I trust you will learn to thrive in our... unique environment."
Izuku and the other students felt a chill go up their spines as Danger Sense flared off. "We at Seijaku pride ourselves on those who are strong. Powerful," Immawato continued, his eyes scanning the group. "Who can actually make a contribution to our society. Everyone here is free to use their quirks as they please, of course."
As they walked, Immawato explained the school's hierarchy. "We have a system, you could say. Everyone must follow it to a T. That's how we keep order in this fine establishment."
"So, what exactly is this hierarchy?" someone in the group asked.
"Ah, glad you asked," Immawato said, a smile spreading across his face. "Now, we have 5 Tiers in this fine establishment. Let's start from the bottom. Tier 5: The Outcasts. These are students who have... useless quirks. They will be given menial tasks, and will not receive any special treatment or resources. They are, essentially, disposable."
As Immawato finished explaining, he gestured to a girl standing off to the side. She had a mutant-type quirk, and her face was smeared with food. She wore an uncomfortably short skirt, and her eyes were downcast in shame. The group of students snickering and laughing, pointing at her, made Izuku's grip on his fists tighten. He knew what it was like to be treated like dirt, to be belittled and mistreated.
Izuku's eyes lingered on the girl, and he felt a pang of empathy for her. He knew exactly what it felt like to be humiliated, to have food dunked on him and be forced to walk back to class feeling defeated. The memory of his own experiences in Aldrea flashed back, and he felt a surge of anger towards Immawato and the school's hierarchy.
"Next up, we have Tier 4: The Disfavored. Students with weak or niche quirks. You will be delegated to menial tasks," Immawato said with a wave of his hand.
Izuku and Nejire exchanged a glance. "And Tier 3: The Middle Ground. You'll receive standard treatment and resources, but I hope you will seek to improve yourselves," Immawato continued.
"Then there's Tier 2: The Favorites. These students have shown potential, but need to prove themselves further. They will receive additional resources and attention from the faculty, but must continue to perform well to maintain their position."
Goro spoke up, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. "And if we don't?"
Immawato stopped in his tracks, his expression cold. "You will be forced down a tier, of course. With the other trash."
"And what about Tier 1?" someone asked.
Immawato's smile grew wider. "Ah, Tier 1: The Elites. These are the students who excel in every aspect. They are the best of the best, and they will be treated as such. They will receive special privileges, resources, and attention from the faculty. They are the future leaders of our society, and we will make sure they are prepared."
Izuku's eyes narrowed, sensing the weight of the hierarchy. He knew what it was like to be at the bottom, and he didn't want anyone else to go through that.
Just then, Goro spoke up. "Ah, Vice Principal Ryujin!"
Ryujin's eyes scanned the group, his gaze lingering on Nejire for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. He smiled, his lips curling up slightly. "Welcome, new students. I'm Vice Principal Kanerai Ryujin."
Izuku noticed a subtle tension in Ryujin's posture, a slight leaning forward as he addressed Nejire. His eyes seemed to hold a hint of interest, but it was quickly masked by a neutral expression.
"Sorry... this is all new and has made me stressed," Izuku said, pulling Nejire closer. As his hand wrapped around hers, Nejire felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through her body. Her heart began to pound in her chest, and her face burned with a warm flush. She felt a sense of safety wash over her, as if Izuku's touch was a shield protecting her from Ryujin's unsettling gaze.
"My Nami always makes me feel better, especially when she's close to me," Izuku continued, his voice low and gentle.
Ryujin's eyes flicked to Izuku, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Yes... having such a beautiful woman by your side, I can imagine how... relieving she can be."
Nejire's breath caught in her throat as she met Ryujin's gaze, but Izuku's grip on her hand kept her grounded. She felt a surge of gratitude towards him, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized how much she appreciated his presence.
Izuku's eyes never left Ryujin's face, his expression wary. He didn't like the way Ryujin was looking at Nejire, and he was determined to protect her.
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"Tsukauchi here," the voice crackled over the comms. "We've got a problem. We can't just barge in there and arrest everyone. This is a private academy, and they have the right to run it as they see fit, no matter how messed up it is."
Ryukyu's voice came through, laced with frustration. "I know, I know. But that principal just used his quirk to humiliate and harm a student. That's not just a matter of school policy, that's assault."
"I agree, but we need concrete evidence of systemic abuse and neglect before we can get a warrant," Tsukauchi replied. "And even then, we'd have to be careful not to spook them into covering their tracks. We can't risk tipping them off and giving them a chance to destroy evidence or intimidate witnesses."
Miruko growled in frustration. "Fine. But I'm telling you, this guy is overconfident. He thinks he's above the law. We need to take him down before he hurts anyone else."
Tsukauchi's voice was calm and measured. "I agree, but we need to do this by the book. We can't afford to mess this up. Let's keep gathering evidence and building our case. We'll get them eventually."
"Guys like him who think the invincible, always have something dirty." Ryukyu said.
...
The group continued walking, having a tour of the school. Ryujin addressed them, "Alright, we'll be doing a test of sorts. To see what Tier you'll be in. If you'll follow me."
Izuku's earpiece crackled to life. "Midoriya, Hado, try and get confirmation if they're working with the Meta Liberation Army," Tsukauchi whispered. "We can't see anything, unfortunately, but everything is being recorded."
Izuku nodded, trying to play it cool. "Uh, sure!" he said, earning a confused glance from Ryujin.
"Uh... S-So you guys allow us to use our quirks?" Izuku asked nervously.
Ryujin's smile grew wider. "Yes, you're permitted to use your quirks as you wish. We believe societal constraints have made people weak and complacent. Those with simple quirks or useless extras think they can be heroes."
Izuku thought of Ojiro, his heart racing. "I-I'm sure anyone can be a hero if they try hard enough."
Ryujin snorted. "Anyone with power can be a hero. Hell, 90% of hero schools in Japan don't even allow quirkless to enter the entrance exams. UA just recently allowed people without quirks to enter their exams."
Izuku was silent before shaking his head. Ryujin continued, his voice dripping with disdain, "And this whole society is flawed. We can't use our quirks unless we have a hero license? Yet recently, a UA student, who doesn't even have a license, keeps proving that having a license is just a foolish notion, a way for those with powers to oppress us, the powerful."
Ryujin clenched his fist in anger, his eyes gleaming with intensity. Izuku gulped nervously, realizing the student Ryujin was referring to was him.
Nejire asked outright, "Are you guys part of the Meta Liberation Army?"
Ryujin's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Ah, the Meta Liberation Army... a radical group, indeed. We share some... similar views, perhaps, but our goals are not aligned."
He paused, studying Nejire's face before continuing. "Let's just say we're interested in creating a more... equitable society. One where those with power are free to use it, without the constraints of outdated laws and norms."
Ryujin's eyes seemed to gleam with intensity, but his tone remained measured, careful. "We're not interested in senseless rebellion or chaos. No, our approach is more... refined. We seek to create a new order, one where strength is the ultimate authority."
"His dodging the question." Tsukauchi said through the comms
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Ryujin gestured grandly as they emerged from the tunnel, revealing an imposing arena structure reminiscent of ancient Rome. The stone edifice boasted multiple tiers of arches and columns, encircling a central floor.
"Welcome to the proving grounds," he announced. "Our top students will engage you in combat, determining your position within the class."
Hiroki Kiyooka, a second-year student with striking crimson hair, fair skin, and piercing golden eyes, stepped forward.
"His quirk, 'Inferno Blast,' enables him to unleash devastating energy beams from his hands," Ryujin explained.
Ryujin's gaze shifted to Akane, who approached the arena with trepidation. "You'll be facing... her."
The match began, and Hiroki's apathetic expression belied his swift and merciless attack. A blast of energy sent Akane flying across the arena, crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.
Izuku and Nejire rushed to her side, concern etched on their faces as they quickly assessed her condition. Akane lay unconscious, prompting Izuku and Nejire to spring into action, checking her vital signs with urgency.
Nejire gently lifted Akane's eyelid, checking her pupil's response. "She's got a mild concussion, but she'll be okay," she said, her voice calm and professional.
Izuku hovered anxiously beside her, his eyes fixed on Akane's pale face. "Is she...is she going to be alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Nejire offered a reassuring smile. "Like I said, she'll be fine. Just needs some rest." She carefully examined Akane's limbs, checking for any signs of injury. "No broken bones, but we should get her to the infirmary to be sure."
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Ryujin's voice dripped with condescension as he said, "And that's why we have Tier 4 - the disfavored."
Two boys arrived to assist Akane, gently placing her arms around their shoulders. "We'll take her to the infirmary," one of them said before they departed.
Izuku's gaze lingered on Akane's retreating form, his eyes following her until she disappeared from view.
Nejire's glare snapped back to Ryujin, her eyes blazing with anger. He chuckled, cupping her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. "Oh, you're feisty. I love it. I hope you are in the lower ranks. Breaking you will be so much fun."
Izuku's attention snapped back to Ryujin, his expression darkening as he saw the instructor's hand on Nejire's chin. With a swift slap, Izuku sent Ryujin's hand flying away from Nejire.
Ryujin's face twisted in annoyance, his eyes flashing with anger. He took a step closer to Izuku, his movements fluid and deliberate.
Ryujin's eyes seemed to bore into Izuku's skin, his gaze intense and unsettling. His lips curled into a subtle smirk, revealing a hint of sharp teeth. "Ah, the boyfriend is getting protective again," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
As he turned back to his tablet, Ryujin's hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles white with tension. "Akane - Tier 5: Outcast," he announced, his tone dismissive.
Ryujin's gaze snapped back to Izuku, his eyes blazing with frustration. He shoved Izuku forward, his movements aggressive, yet controlled. "Next up, Nami Takahashi. You'll be facing Kaishia Tanaka."
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Kaishia Tanaka walked onto the arena, her eyes fixed straight ahead, her gaze piercing. Her strides were long and purposeful, her shoulders squared and her head held high.
Her short, straight teal-colored hair framed her face, and her purple eyes seemed to bore into the distance.
Nejire watched her approach, a hint of curiosity in her expression. She smiled confidently at Izuku and winked at him. "I got this." With a determined look, she walked onto the arena, ready to face Kaishia.
Kaishia's eyes narrowed slightly as she faced Nejire, her lips pressing into a thin line. She raised a hand, and green energy coiled around her, launching dagger-like projectiles at Nejire.
Nejire dodged the attacks with ease, her agility on full display. With a swift motion, she leapt into the air, unleashing a powerful shockwave energy blast.
Kaishia retaliated by constructing an energy whip, ensnaring Nejire and slamming her to the ground.
But Nejire swiftly regained control, gripping the energy rope and pulling Kaishia in. With a swift punch, she shattered Kaishia's concentration, dispelling the green rope.
Nejire focused her power, unleashing a precise, powerful energy shockwave that blasted Kaishia into the wall.
Ryujin announced her victory, impressed by her powerful quirk and battle prowess. "Nami Takahashi wins. Powerful quirk, good battle prowess. Tier 2, High Tier."
...
Kaishia stormed off, leaving Nejire looking frustrated and clenching her skirt. "Why is it always like this?" she wondered aloud.
Izuku approached her, oblivious to her distress, and started geeking out about her Quirk. "H-Hey, you know I think her quirk was kinda cool, and your quirk was amazing! Can you control the energy output and release it multiple points on your body? And you have such incredible control over it,"
Nejire's initial frustration slowly gave way to a small smile, and she leaned in slightly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
"Also do you think that girl's quirk is related to energy manipulation?" Izuku asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
Nejire's smile grew wider, and she began to geek out with Izuku. "Yeah I was thinking the same thing, her quirk is totally based on energy manipulation, clearly she needs to be concentrating, when I hit she totally lost focus and the construction disappeared with a poof!"
As they continued talking, Nejire's posture relaxed, and she began to gesture animatedly with her hands.
"Do you think she could make other things like hammers? Or maybe a drill ooh! Maybe her powers are like..." Izuku said, his voice full of wonder.
"Green lantern!" They both exclaimed in unison, chuckling.
But just as they were basking in their shared excitement, Ryujin interrupted, his voice stern. "Ahem!"
"O-Oh uh sorry!" They both said.
Nejire felt her heart flutter, and Izuku's face lit up with excitement as he never had someone to geek quirks about with, he felt his heart flutter as well a blush across his face.
"I see... You both have a splendid connection," Ryujin said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. He glanced around before his eyes landed on Akira Nakahara, a young man with blonde hair and angular blue eyes, small light blue stud earrings glinting in his ears.
"Yamato... versus... Akira Nakahara," Ryujin announced, a malicious grin spreading across his face.
The crowd gasped in shock, eyes widening in awe.
"Akira Nakahara?! The Akira Nakahara?!"
"The one who's never lost a fight?!"
"The elite of elites?!"
Izuku's eyes went wide, his face set in a determined expression, a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes.
Nejire, on the other hand, beamed with confidence, her eyes shining with unwavering faith in Izuku.
"He's got this!" she whispered to herself, her hands clenched into fists.
Ryujin whispered something in Akira's ear, his eyes fixed on Izuku with a calculating intensity. Akira's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to gleam with determination.
Akira began to walk towards Izuku, his movements fluid and confident.
The crowd held its collective breath, in anticapation.
Akira sneered at Izuku, his voice dripping with disdain. "You'll be in Tier 5, that much I can say. Someone like you, weak and pathetic, deserves to be in the lower ranks with the other failures."
Izuku took a deep breath, One For All crackling over his body as he charged forward at incredible speed. Akira, caught off guard by the sudden burst of speed, created a barrier using his Quirk just as Izuku's fist collided with it. The barrier inflicted the same amount of damage Izuku tried to inflict on Akira, causing him to clutch his arm in pain.
"See what I mean, pa—" Akira began, but his words were cut off as a crack in the barrier echoed through the air. The crowd gasped in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief. Ryujin's smile faltered, and his eyes narrowed in frustration.
"No... this can't be happening," Ryujin thought to himself. "Akira's barrier is supposed to be impenetrable. Yamato's supposed to be the fool, not Akira."
Nejire's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes shining with excitement. "He's doing it! Izuku's actually doing it!"
Izuku thought to himself, "His Quirk creates a barrier that reflects the pain back to the attacker. If I had the Omnitrix, I'd use Ghostfreak, but right now..."
With One For All charged to 16%, Izuku shot forward like a bullet. He struck the shield with a powerful back kick, shattering it and sending Akira coughing up blood. As Akira tried to create another barrier to crush Izuku, he began to punch it, the barrier closing in on him.
With three swift punches, the barrier shattered like glass, and Izuku sprang into the air, delivering a roundhouse kick that knocked Akira out cold.
Ryujin's face twisted in rage, his mind racing with frustration. "No... this can't be happening. My plan... it was supposed to be perfect."
The arena fell silent, with Nejire cheering excitedly for her "boyfriend". The principal's applause echoed through the air as he walked down to the arena.
"Yamato, impressive! You will be in... Tier 1: The highest tier! The Elite!"
An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as everyone stared in shock. Akira stood up, wiping the blood from his face with a mixture of anger and humiliation. A pink-haired girl approached him, trying to offer comfort. "A-Akira..."
But Akira pushed her away, his eyes flashing with contempt. "Piss off, you lower rank trash." He turned and walked away, shoving his hands into his pockets.
The pink-haired girl looked hurt and tried to explain, "I-I was just trying to help..."
But Akira cut her off with a curt "Fuck off" as he disappeared from view.
Izuku watched the exchange, his eyes narrowing in distaste. The principal, Goro, patted him on the shoulder, oblivious to the tension. "You were splendid, Yamato. Now, where is Kasturagi?"
A blonde girl spoke up, "Uh, sir, Aoi hasn't been seen since yesterday..."
Goro groaned in annoyance, his expression dismissive. "Can't these Tier 5 doormats be useful for anything?"
Izuku and Nejire exchanged a heated glance, their anger simmering just below the surface.
A boy with brown hair muttered under his breath, "She's not here because she hates it here."
The room fell silent, and Goro's gaze landed on the boy, his smile dripping with malice. "Is there something you wish to say?"
The boy froze, his eyes darting around the room before he quickly resumed wiping the blood from the floor. "N-No, sir."
Goro's smile grew wider. "Good."
He turned to the pink-haired girl, Haruno, who was still glaring at Izuku. "Please bring one Ms. Haruno."
Haruno's tone was icy as she tried to hide her displeasure. "Yes, Mr. Immawato."
Goro instructed her, "Please escort Mr. Yamato and Takahashi to their dorms."
Haruno bowed stiffly, her eyes flashing with anger. "Yes, sir."
As she approached Izuku and Nejire, her gaze lingered on Izuku, her expression a clear warning: this isn't over.
...
As they walked, Nejire attempted to break the silence. "Hey, I'm Nami Takahashi—"
But Haruno cut her off, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't talk to me, second-tier trash."
Nejire gulped, taken aback by the girl's hostility. Izuku stepped in, trying to diffuse the tension. "So, I take it you're an elite?"
Haruno stopped in her tracks, her eyes flashing with anger as she turned to face Izuku. "You ruined everything. Akira was the strongest of us all, and you showed up and beat him through a fluke win."
Nejire protested, "Hey, Kaito won that fight fair and square!"
Haruno's glare intensified, and lightning crackled around her body, filling the air with ozone. "I said I wasn't talking to you."
Haruno then turned her attention to Nejire, her voice venomous. "Not going to have your boyfriend protect you? Maybe if I mess up your face, he might dump your ass and go for someone more of his caliber."
Izuku was about to interfere, but Nejire put out a hand, stopping him. She continued to try to make conversation, her smile unwavering. "You have a pretty cool Quirk. I know you're an elite, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?"
Haruno's glare only intensified. "Listen, fighting with people in the same rank is strictly forbidden. We can't have those in power fighting amongst ourselves, but those lower... we can have the pleasure of beating to relieve ourselves."
Izuku and Nejire exchanged shocked expressions as Haruno punched the wall behind Nejire, cracking it. "My friends and I are going to make your life a living hell, especially after what your boyfriend did to Akira. Who knows, maybe you'll get bumped down a tier and have Vice Principal Ryujin have his way with you."
Izuku's eyes narrowed. "What exactly does he do to the lower ranks?"
Haruno shrugged, her expression dismissive. "Who knows?"
As they approached the dorm room, Haruno instructed, "You two should show up for the morning's daily announcement."
With that, she turned and left, leaving Izuku and Nejire to process the ominous threat.
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A few minutes later...
Izuku stood among around 10 other students, divided into two rows of five, with males on one side and females on the other. Akira stood behind him, having been ordered to stand in front, which made Izuku suspect that he was now considered the top of their tier.
The girls glared at him, and he noticed that the students were lined up in their respective tiers, with many more third and second-tier students than in his own tier.
"We must be standing in our tiers," Izuku thought, observing the arrangement.
Chatter broke out among the students, reminiscing about military formations. "Excuse me, don't push."
"It's yourself for letting yourself get pushed."
Izuku looked around, surprised to see many students, especially from the third to second tiers, with impressive physiques. "I can't believe they're unnecessarily swole," he thought.
A student behind him complained, "I'm so tired. Can't remember the last time I woke up this early." Izuku realized that these students must have trained hard to avoid being stuck in lower ranks. He noticed that a few looked dangerous, and wondered how long they would have to stand there.
"Why does this school need so many people? They have so many low tiers and treat them like trash. Why not just throw them out? What is it trying to gain from all these students?" Izuku thought, questioning the school's motives.
"On the application, the quirks should also be on a student's registry. Why even accept students with weak quirks? Is it because those with powerful quirks or combative apply to the hero course? In hero schools? Actually, why are these kids even here? They have pretty powerful quirks, why aren't they in hero schools?" Izuku pondered, confused about the school's selection process.
Just then, a new student asked, "Is that guy a teacher?" Others turned to look at a man in a coach uniform with brown hair standing at the door.
Nejire pointed out, "Hey, his clothes have the school's name printed on them!"
Nejire asked the man, "Hey, you at the door! When does the morning announcement begin?"
Another student added, "Yeah, how long do we have to stand here?" But before they could get an answer, Goro commanded.
"Silence."
The students fell quiet as Goro began to speak, "The weekly announcement will begin shortly." He surveyed the student body, his gaze lingering on each tier.
...
Goro's voice echoed through the hall, "Wow, there's a lot of new faces. Welcome to Seijaku Gakuen Academia. I know you all have splendid abilities, especially those in the second and third tiers. And of course, our recent new elite." He paused, his gaze sweeping across the students.
"But many of you, especially those with powerful abilities, have come to realize that you're just a small fish in a pond. The praise of those around you made you think you were special, but when you faced true defeat, it must have been crushing."
"That's why many of you opted not to continue your heroic path. Some of you were expelled or received black marks on your records for... showing your abilities, showing that you were strong and the weak should bow before you."
A few students muttered in agreement, sharing their own experiences. "Yeah, that little quirkless shit ruined everything for me. He had to go and tattle." A male student said, while a female student added, "That flat ass bitch should've minded her damn business."
Goro continued, "However, our school is set up for people like you, who have been mistreated by society. You want to drive luxury cars, don't you? You want to live the high life, just like the people who have real talent, who blindly follow the social norms of society. All that is possible for you if you complete our program."
Ryukyu and Tsukauchi's voices whispered in Izuku's ear through the comms device, "Well, that's not good." Ryukyu said.
"Yeah, whenever a school starts preaching about fancy cars if you follow the program, it's never good." Tsukauchi said.
Goro's voice drew Izuku's attention back to the scene, "Don't worry about your skills or using your quirks. We believe you should share your individuality. Use your quirks however you see fit. Our school boasts a 100% employment rate. You will be able to start a new life with our faculty and our... associates, you could say. We're very close to a certain organization that wants us to use quirks freely."
A student with bob-shaped hair and brown hair, who Izuku recognized from the bus ride, spoke up, "Bullshit."
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"The student with bob-shaped hair and brown hair spoke up, his voice laced with skepticism, "Cut the crap about starting over. And tell us what the hell you're trying to achieve. It doesn't take Sherlock to figure you're part of the Meta Liberation Army. Are you trying to recruit us into your Re-Destro cult? Why did you gather so many of us? And why would you accept late applications this late?"
Nejire and Izuku exchanged a worried glance as the student continued, "I came to check this place out because I got kicked out of my last school for burning it to the ground."
Izuku whispered to himself, "He burned down a school?" Another student asked, "Uh... Shouldn't you be in prison?"
The student retorted, "I should, but these fuckers got me out early and invited me to this school. But this is ridiculous. Who are you to guarantee we're all gonna be employed?"
Suddenly, the coach's hand shot out, grabbing the student's face. "What?" the student exclaimed as his feet left the ground. "The Director is speaking," the coach said, his grip tightening. "It's not time for the Q and A session yet."
The student's teeth began to fall out as the coach's grip intensified. "H-Hold on, my teeth!" he cried out in pain. His hand lit up with flames, burning the forearm of his uniform.
Goro's voice was laced with disappointment, "I'm so disappointed in all of you." The coach threw the student like a softball, slamming him into the wall with a violent crash. Izuku and Nejire stared at the hole in the wall, their eyes wide with shock.
Akira whispered from behind Izuku, "Look forward."
Izuku, still worried about the student who was thrown into the wall, hesitated.
"If you don't keep your eyes forward, you'll get all of us in trouble. Pretend like nothing happened," Akira urged.
Izuku was about to protest, but Akira warned, "Unless you want everyone here to get the same treatment, look forward." Izuku glanced at the girls who were previously glaring at him, now looking forward with fear, sweat dripping from their brows.
Miruko's voice came through the comms, "He's right, Midoriya. Keep your cool and look forward. I don't know what happened, but I can gather something unsightly."
Izuku and Nejire exchanged a nervous glance before focusing their attention forward, trying to process the intense scene that had just unfolded.
Goro's words hung in the air, "What kind of lives do you think you will live if you walk out right now? You all have black marks, and to the lower ranks who think they can just leave, we have... made incentives to ensure you'll stay." Izuku's mind raced, "Wait, how? Quirks aren't permitted to be used unless you have a hero license." The coach's sudden interest in him made his heart skip a beat.
The coach's eyes narrowed, "You look familiar."
Izuku's heart pounded in his chest as the coach stood before him, his eyes boring into Izuku's soul.
"What's your name?"
Izuku stuttered, "K-Kaito Yamato." The coach's gaze lingered, and Izuku's heart raced with anticipation.
"Take off your glasses," the coach commanded, his voice firm. Izuku's heart skipped a beat as he hesitated, his mind screaming, "He knows, he knows!"
But before the coach could react further, the principal's voice boomed, "Alright, let's end the morning announcement. I'd like to introduce the faculty, so can all the teachers come up on stage?"
Izuku's heart still racing, he thought, "That was close." Nejire's eyes met his, and he knew she was thinking the same thing. The tension was palpable as they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Once that's done. We'll begin the student placement evolutions." Goro said.
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After a few hours, the students were let go, and they had to head to class. Nejire and Izuku walked side by side, trying to blend in.
"Well, that was exhausting," Nejire said, stretching. "Standing all that time was annoying."
Izuku chuckled, glancing around at the students heading to class. He looked at his schedule. "We'll have a break in the next hour, so maybe we can..."
Nejire grabbed the schedule, rolled it up, and threw it in the trash. Izuku's eyes widened in dismay. "AAAH! Wh-what are you doing?! You can't just throw away my schedule!"
Nejire began to shake her finger like a parent teaching her child. "We're on a mission, and we have only two days to get everything we need! You didn't actually expect us to attend classes, did you?"
Izuku looked sheepish. "I-I uh... uhm..."
Nejire patted him on the head. "Okay, so we'll probably need to get evidence. Let's head to their dormitories. You take the boys', and I'll take the girls'."
"Make sure there aren't any cameras nearby," Kendo's voice whispered through the comms device. "You can go alien and look for something much faster."
Izuku hesitated, feeling uneasy about splitting up. "Wait, shouldn't we stay together? I mean, strength in numbers, and having each other's backs?"
Nejire rolled her eyes. "No way! A boy can't go snooping around the girls' dorms; people will think you're a pervert!"
Izuku's face flushed as he realized the point.
Just then, they saw the orange-haired boy picking on the blonde boy from earlier, who was shaking in a corner, his eyes wide with fear. "Looks like the principal gave him a punishment," a student muttered.
Nejire looked at the boy with sadness before placing a hand on his shoulder. "We should go."
Izuku approached the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "H-Hey, are you okay?"
The boy didn't respond, his eyes fixed on some unseen horror. "Mom... please don't look at me like that..." he whispered, clutching his head and knees.
Nejire's expression turned somber as she realized the boy's quirk, Psyche Crush, had been used against him.
"Let's go," she whispered, and they slipped away, heading in separate directions.
...
Izuku scanned the boys' dorm room, ensuring he was alone. Suddenly, Kaitlyn, a boy with black hair, was violently kicked and stumbled. The attacker, a boy with purple hair, sneered at Izuku. "Well, well, well, you're the new kid, right? You think a little gust of wind is impressive? Lame."
Kaitlyn showed his palm, sending a weak gust of wind that barely ruffled the purple boy's hair. "So lame," the attacker mocked, as one of his goons began to charge, his skin turning dark. "Time for your welcoming!"
Izuku intervened with a swift kick to the goon's face, feeling his hard skin, similar to Kirishima's quirk. "His skin is hard, just like Kirishima and Tetsutetsu," Izuku noted.
The attacker glared at Izuku, who stood protectively in front of Kaitlyn. "Mind your own business, hero. We don't need goody two-shoes like you disrupting the order."
"Leave him alone," Izuku said firmly. "You shouldn't be using your quirks to bully others."
The attackers burst into laughter. "Oh, look who thinks they're a hero! 'You shouldn't be using your quirks like this'?" one of them mocked. "Listen, new kid, you're an elite, so act like one. Otherwise, the Director will remind you of your place."
As they left, Izuku helped Kaitlyn up. "Hey, are you okay?"
Kaitlyn nodded, looking uneasy. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. I'm starting to think coming here was a huge mistake."
Izuku asked, "Why did you come here?"
Kaitlyn replied, "Seijaku is a top school, and money is tight, so I couldn't say no to the acceptance."
Izuku nodded sympathetically. "Hey, do you mind keeping an eye out for anyone coming into the dorms?"
Kaitlyn agreed, confused. "Huh? U-Uh sure."
Izuku then ran into the dorms, looking around in a secluded area. He activated the Omnitrix and began to dial an alien as he slammed it down. In a burst of green light, a blue blur rushed through.
Kaitlyn stood guard in front of the dorm door, his eyes scanning the hallway with a mix of caution and confusion. Suddenly, a swift gust of wind swept past him, and he stumbled backward, catching himself against the doorframe. FastTrack, Izuku's alien form, had rushed past him in a blur of blue and green, leaving Kaitlyn bewildered and wondering what had just happened.
"Wh-what was that?!" Kaitlyn exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.
Fasttrack, now a blue and green streak, tore through the dorms, his incredible velocity rendering him invisible to the cameras. The speedster's movements were a blur, leaving behind only a faint trail of distorted air.
...
Nejire walked through the dorms, determined to gather information.
"I wish I could search the dorms like Izuku... I mean, Midoriya," she corrected herself, blushing at the slip. She composed herself, focusing on the task at hand.
"Right, I need to ask around. Izuku... I mean Midoriya can transform into... aliens, I suppose, and search the boys' dorms without anyone noticing."
As she turned a corner, Nejire stumbled upon a disturbing scene. A group of high-tier girls had cornered a younger student, taunting her mercilessly.
"Hey, look at the little worm!" one of them sneered.
"What's the point of even having a quirk if you're just going to be weak?"
The girl trembled, her hands shaking as she tried to defend herself. "I-I'm trying my best..."
"Best?" another high-tier girl laughed. "Your best is pathetic. You're a waste of space here."
One of the girls reached out and snatched the younger girl's hair tie, pulling her hair back into a painful ponytail. "You look like a mess. Just like your quirk."
The girl winced, tears streaming down her face. "Stop... please..."
Nejire's eyes flashed with anger. She unleashed a warning blast, sending the bullies flying across the room. They groaned in pain, clutching their heads.
"Leave her alone," Nejire warned, floating in the air with energy spiraling around her.
The bullies glared at her, one of them scoffing before they dusted themselves off and left. "Watch yourself, self-righteous bitch. This isn't over."
Nejire smiled, undaunted. "I'm counting on it."
Nejire, still undercover as Nami Takahashi, turned to check on the girl, but she had vanished. "Hey, hope you're okay... Hey?! Where did you go?" Nejire asked, looking around, but the girl was nowhere to be found.
However, Nejire noticed the girl's shadow, indicating she was hiding on purpose. Nejire pretended not to see her and said, "Guess she must have left."
As Nejire floated away, the girl emerged from her hiding spot and began to run. Nejire followed her shadow, tracking her through the twists and turns until they reached a nondescript door hidden behind a tapestry. The girl unlocked the door and slipped inside, but Nejire followed, revealing herself.
The girl's eyes widened in terror as Nejire asked, "Hey, where does this door lead to?!"
The girl's face contorted in fear, and she begged, "P-please don't tell anyone, I'll do anything! Please!" Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with Nejire.
Nejire tried to reassure her, "I won't tell anyone, I promise." But the girl didn't believe her, continuing to cry and plead.
"N-no, you'll tell them, you'll tell the others, and they'll... they'll hurt me!my friends! Please I'm begging you! I-I'll do anything. "
Nejire's expression softened, and she saw the desperation in the girl's eyes. She knew she had to reveal her true identity to gain the girl's trust. "Okay, listen... My name is Nejire Hado," she said gently.
The girl's eyes went even wider, shocked by the sudden revelation, she looked closer at the girls expression.
"Y-you're... Nejire Hado, one of the Big Three!" she stuttered, her voice barely audible. For a moment, she forgot to cry, her fear replaced by surprise.
"Wh-What are you doing here?! Why are you-!" Nejire covered her mouth as she made a shushing motion.
Nejire covered Mei's mouth, her finger pressed against her lips. "Shh, I'm undercover. Let's keep this quiet for now."
Mei nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she trembled. Nejire's expression softened, and she gently released Mei's mouth.
"I-I'm M-Mei Kasumi," Mei stammered, wiping away tears.
Nejire smiled warmly. "Okay, Kasumi, let's head down and talk in private." She gestured to the stairs, and Kasumi nodded, her eyes still fearful.
As they descended, Kasumi's gaze darted around nervously. Nejire placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, guiding her down.
However the girl Nejire had defeated before was watching her carefully as she narrowed her eyes.
At the bottom, Nejire's eyes widened in wonder. "This place is amazing!" The room was small, with soft blankets and pillows scattered about, and faintly glowing luminescent orbs casting a warm glow.
Kasumi smiled weakly, but her eyes still held fear. The other students looked startled, realizing the new second-tier student was among them. They began to panic, but Kasumi spoke up, calming them.
One student, her voice shaking, said, "They mercilessly bully us, every day. They call us worthless, say we're just dirt beneath their feet."
Another student added, "They make us do their homework, and if we don't, they beat us up. They say we're not worthy of being heroes."
A third student chimed in, "They take our food, our money... they even take our dignity. We're just their playthings."
Kasumi's voice trembled as she said, "And the teachers... they're just as bad. They turn a blind eye, or even join in. They say we're 'weak' and 'undeserving' of help."
A student whispered, "One teacher even told me I was 'lucky' to be bullied, that it would 'toughen me up'."
Nejire's expression turned grim. "Why don't you go to the police or pro heroes?"
A student spoke up,"We tried, but the school blacklisted us."
Kasumi added, "And with a black mark on our records, no one takes us seriously."
Nejire asked, "What else can you tell me about the school? Any secrets or rumors?"
At first, the students shook their heads, looking at each other uncertainly. "I don't know much," one of them said. "We're just trying to survive."
Another student added, "We've heard whispers, but nothing concrete. Just rumors and speculation."
Kasumi spoke up, "There is one thing... a rumor about students who vanished a few years ago."
Nejire's eyes locked onto Kasumi. "What do you mean?"
Kasumi hesitated, glancing around nervously. "It's just a rumor, but... some students disappeared, and no one talks about it. It's like they never existed."
A student whispered, "Some say it's connected to a certain student who was really popular... someone who seemed perfect, but wasn't."
Nejire's expression turned intense. "What do you mean by 'wasn't'?"
The student leaned in, voice barely audible. "Let's just say they had a dark side... a side that nobody suspected."
Before the comms went on, Tsukauchi said, "Dorm room between 4 and 6, got it. I'll inform Midoriya,"
...
Izuku's search of the boy's dormitories had yielded nothing so far. But then, Tsukauchi's voice crackled through the comms, making him jump to attention. "Midoriya."
"Yes, sir!" Izuku replied, his back straightening.
"Relax, I need you to investigate the second-year dormitories, elite section, between rooms 4 and 6," Tsukauchi instructed.
Izuku's eyebrow rose as he made his way to the designated area. He walked down the deserted hallway, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a steady glow.
As he reached the supposed location, his heart quickened. Something felt off. He scanned the area, his eyes fixed on the room numbers.
But when he reached the spot where room 5 should be... there was nothing. No door, no sign of a room. Just a blank wall.
Izuku's confusion turned to unease. "Uh, Tsukauchi... there's no dormitory between 4 and 6."
"Try knocking on the wall, Midoriya," Tsukauchi suggested, his voice low and cautious.
Izuku hesitated for a moment before rapping his knuckles against the wall. The sound was solid, with no hint of hollowness.
"It's not a false wall, Tsukauchi," Izuku confirmed, his voice firm. "It's a solid wall."
The silence on the other end of the comms was oppressive, leaving Izuku wondering what secrets lay hidden behind that wall.
...
Izuku and Nejire sat at the lunch table, Nejire resting her head on her arms, her frustration evident. "I really hoped we'd find something," she groaned.
Izuku shared her sentiment, his brow furrowed in concern. "Yeah, but we can try again tonight, sneaking into the faculty rooms."
Nejire pouted, her lower lip jutting out. "You can turn invisible, but I can't."
Izuku chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "True, but—"
Nejire's expression transformed, her face lighting up with excitement. "Oh, right! I've been meaning to ask you so many questions about your forms! How does it feel when you transform? What's up with that green lighting? Is it another part of your quirk? Which is your favorite transformation? How many do you have? When you transform is it like a magical girl?"
She struck magical girl poses, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Izuku's initial bewilderment dissipated, replaced by a genuine interest in sharing his experiences. "It feels incredible when I transform... the green lighting is part of my other quirk, enhancing me and my forms... I don't have a favorite, and I have around 10 forms so far."
Nejire seemed to study Izuku, her gaze piercing. "You don't think me asking so many unnecessary questions is irritating?"
Izuku tilted his head, his smile faltering for a moment. "I mean, when we first met, you didn't seem to have a problem with me asking you questions... now you just answer all my questions without much issue."
Nejire's eyes narrowed slightly. "I kinda just chalk it up to you not having interacted with a girl much."
Izuku's face fell, his aura taking on a depressed quality. "I-I mean, yeah... having a pretty girl like you ask questions about your quirk was something that caught me off guard."
Nejire's cheeks flushed pink as she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-It's not like that..."
Izuku continued, oblivious to Nejire's blush. "Actually, back in middle school, people used to think it was kinda creepy when I asked people about their quirks... though I couldn't help it. When I see a quirk..."
Nejire's face brightened, her smile radiant. "I get it, quirks are so interesting! You want to know what it can do!"
Izuku's smile returned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Exactly!"
As they talked, their shared enthusiasm for quirks created a palpable connection between them. Nejire's eyes sparkled with excitement, and Izuku's face lit up with a warm smile.
"It's like we're speaking the same language," Nejire said, her voice filled with wonder.
Izuku nodded, his eyes locked onto hers. "I know exactly what you mean."
The moment Nejire heart fluttered, Izuku cheeks felt warm so entrance the two had completely forgotten...
Ryukyu's voice chimed in over the comms, "Oh, you two are so cute!"
Izuku's eyes widened in horror as he realized they were being listened to, his face turning beet red. He slapped his hands over his cheeks, as if trying to hide his embarrassment.
Nejire's face was a deep crimson, her eyes cast downward in mortification. She slumped forward, her head in her hands, her body language screaming "I want to disappear".
Tsukauchi's chuckling voice followed, "I mean, that was adorable. I think I might get cavities from how sweet you two were."
Izuku's embarrassment turned to utter humiliation, his hands still covering his face. He wanted to melt into the floor.
Nejire's blush deepened, her shoulders shaking with suppressed giggles. She peeked through her fingers, her eyes meeting Izuku's, and they both looked away, unable to bear the awkwardness.
Ryukyu added, teasingly, "Cavity? Oh no, I think I got diabetes."
Their body language screamed embarrassment: slumped postures, hidden faces, and avoidance of eye contact.
"Ah, man." Izuku said.
Slow footsteps approached their table, followed by a nervous voice. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
Izuku and Nejire, playing the roles of welcoming students, responded in unison. "Sure."
"We don't mind."
Kasumi sat down next to Nejire, a small blush on her face. "S-So, you're Nejire Hado... You kinda look familiar," she said, her eyes fixed on Izuku as she tried to place him.
Mei introduced herself with a nervous smile. "I'm Mei Kasumi."
Izuku hesitated before responding, trying to maintain his cover. "I'm Kaito Yamato." Izuku couldn't help but reminded of a certain link haired girl with dread locks from the name.
Nejire nodded, reminding them that Mei already knew they were Hero Course students. "So, Mei, did you find out anything?"
Mei fidgeted, looking anxious. "I think I did. I overheard some girls talking about Haruno, a third-year student who's been held back a year or two. Apparently, she's the one who really knows what's going on."
Izuku's eyes narrowed. "Haruno? The girl with pink hair and an electrical quirk?"
Nejire and Izuku exchanged a knowing glance. Kasumi chimed in, scratching behind her head. "Yeah, but I don't think she'll be willing to talk to us. She's been pretty hostile so far."
Kasumi added, "It makes sense, though. You did beat Akira, so they're probably not too fond of you."
Nejire frowned, puzzled. "But why? This school is all about strength and hierarchy. You'd think they'd respect Kaito for taking down the strongest."
Mei hesitated before responding. "When you take down the strongest, it shakes things up. People get uneasy. And some girls may have personal feelings for Akira, even though he treats them poorly. It's weird, but that's how it seems."
The cafeteria doors swung open, and the principal strode in, his vice principal shadowing him. Their swift approach towards Izuku's table commanded attention, and the room fell silent.
"Yamato," the principal said, his tone laced with a warning beneath a forced smile.
Izuku's heart skipped a beat as the principal's eyes locked onto his, their intensity hinting at a deeper concern. "Why were you snooping around Dormitory Number 5?" the principal pressed, his voice low and even.
"You're a first-year student, and that's a second-year dorm. Your curiosity is...unsettling."
The principal's gaze seemed to bore into Izuku's soul, as if searching for any hint of discovery. His smile now seemed more like a thinly veiled threat, a warning to back off before uncovering secrets.
"I-I was just curious, that's all," Izuku stammered, trying to downplay his actions. "It's not like there was anything there in the first place."
The principal's expression softened, and he offered a conciliatory smile. "Ah, forgive me, Yamato. I didn't mean to come across as stern. It's just...some things are better left in the past. I'm sure you understand."
They began to leave and walk leaving the student.
Ryujin's eyes snapped back towards Izuku, his suspicion piqued. "Yamato, I think you're getting a bit too curious for your own good. What are you really after?"
Mutters broke out through the place whispers and mutters. However Kasumi noticed the girl Haruno stood up with other girls and left. She slipped through and began to follow them."This is my chance to finally get out of this hell! I'll follow them and find out what t they know! No one should leave like this!" She though as she begin to follow them.
Nejire grabbed Izuku by his forearm from prying eyes however red haired teenager with golden eyes began to watch them carefully.
They made themselves to the library and hid in a secluded area.
"Did you notice?" Nejire asked. Izuku gave nod shakily. "Y-Yeah." Izuku responded.
"They way the principal reacted was tactless and temperamental. Theres nothing we could see, but the way the director..." Tsukauchi said through the comms.
"There must be something there!" Nejire and Izuku said in unison.
"Okay, I'll go Ghostfreak..." Izuku's danger sense went off, as he made a shushing motion with Nejire.
"I think someone is trying to overhear us," Izuku whispered, his danger sense tingling as he noticed the boy with fiery red hair and piercing golden eyes edging closer, his gaze narrowing suspiciously.
Before Nejire could react, she instinctively grabbed Izuku's tie, pulling him in with a sudden urgency. "Wait, what are you— MMPH?!" Izuku's protest was muffled as Nejire's soft lips pressed against his, sending a jolt of surprise through his body.
The kiss was brief, but electric, with Nejire's lips barely brushing against Izuku's before she pulled away. The boy with red hair snorted in disgust, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Tch. Annoying. They just went all lovey-dovey."
As they separated, Izuku's danger sense subsided, replaced by a flutter in his chest. Nejire heart felt like it skyrocketed. As she still her usual bright smile.
Izuku's face turned a deep shade of red as Nejire whispered, "Okay, that should distract him for a while."
Tsukauchi's voice crackled through the comms device, "Huh? What happened?"
Nejire intervened, her voice calm, "Me and Midoriya just ran into a little problem, that's all." She turned away, her hands intertwined behind her back, "But it's all good."
Before they could process the sudden turn of events, Kasumi appeared, bumping into someone who glared at her before walking away.
"Glad I found you guys!" she exclaimed, huffing and puffing. "Haruno and her friends were asking about the whole Dorm 5 thing... they said they were going to discuss it and probably headed to MelodicMeteor, the Karaoke place!"
Nejire's eyes met Izuku's, but he quickly looked away, still flustered. They decided to follow Kasumi's lead and made their way to the train station.
The ride was quiet, with Izuku avoiding eye contact with Nejire. He was still processing his feeling over the kiss with Momo so another girl kissing him was one hell of a surprise. "Oh, man I'm making this way to a big of deal. It was just to distract the guy."He sighed.
"I kinda feel bad, I shouldn't be feeling like this, it feels like I'm inadvertently hurting Momo and Itsuka."Izuku thought before glancing at Nejire who began chatting with Kasumi.
As they entered MelodicMeteor, the neon lights of the Karaoke sign gleamed in the daytime. Izuku, Nejire, and Kasumi scanned the area, searching for Haruno and her friends.
They spotted a booth where they could hear the faint sounds of unfamiliar voices. "Oh, man, I can't hear anything!" Nejire said, frustrated.
Izuku cupped his chin. "If Jirou were here, we could use her Quirk, but Spidermonkey's got some awesome hearing too." He activated the Omnitrix, and Kasumi's eyes widened in surprise as the room was bathed in a vibrant green light. When the light subsided, Spidermonkey stood before them.
"Whoa, Spidermonkey!" Spidermonkeu exclaimed.
Kasumi stared in awe, "Y-You're Izuku Midoriya, the first-year student who blew holes in three stadiums..? "
Nejire's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "So, what can you do? Do you have Spiderman powers, but, like, monkey-style? Do you have a spider sense? Since you're a monkey, are you stronger than Spiderman?"
Spidermonkey chuckled, placing a finger on Nejire's lips. "How about we discuss this later?"
Nejire nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. Spidermonkey then focused, using his acute hearing to gather information from the next room.
"Here's a revised version with a more subtle approach to descriptive language:
The girls leaned in, their faces tense with anticipation, as Haruno spoke in a hushed tone.
"What's up with the 5th dorm?" one of them asked.
"Yeah, I've heard rumors. Like a ghost or something?"
"Nah I heard it was an alien vampire." Another said with chuckle.
Haruno's expression turned grim. "It's about an elite student who was expelled. He was charismatic, but also arrogant and power-hungry."
The girls' eyes widened, their faces pale. The room seemed to grow quieter, as if everyone was holding their breath.
"Rumors circulated, but no one paid attention... until students went missing. They were murdered," Haruno whispered.
The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken fears. The girls' faces were frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on Haruno.
"The school, police, and Meta Liberation Army made it all disappear. Three students and a vice principal, gone. Like they never existed," Haruno said, her voice trembling.
Spidermonkey retold the story everyone widened in shock."Tsukauchi."
...
We cutt back to Tsukauchi and the rest.
"I heard. Dammit." Tsukauchi bit his lip clenched fist in anger over the comms. "To think they would just allow this?"
Miruko who had her hair done looked just as frustrated.
...
Izuku transformed back to normal as they sat in silence. None of them knew how to react to the information.
Izuku, Nejire, and Kasmasi were in the other room when they heard a commotion.
"Hey, are you not going to sing?" a male voice said. The boy, a brunette wearing the Seijaku Gakuen uniform, put his arm around the girl, who wore a different uniform.
"Sing?" the girl replied, trying to wriggle free, her eyes welling up with tears of desperation.
"You're playing hard to get," the boy said, his hand roaming to her breast.
"P-Please let me go home," the girl begged, her voice cracking with fear.
"Fuck, don't wreck the mood. I'm Seikai of Seijaku Academia. I'm an elite. That means I get to do whatever the fuck I want," Seikai sneered, his hand still on the girl.
Just then, a guy wearing a similar uniform to the girl lunged at Seikai, fist clenched. "Seikai, you son of a bitch! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Seikai punched him in the face, sending him crashing to the ground. Then, he mercilessly stomped on the boy's chest, his boots thudding against his ribs.
"Are you joking?" Seikai taunted, still stomping. "Stop, please don't!"
The girl clutched Seikai's leg, desperate to make him stop. "Then... sing a song," Seikai demanded, looking at the girl.
The girl took the mic, her body trembling, and began to sing, her voice shaking with sobs.
"Wow, they must really be in love," one of the goons commented.
"I know, it's hysterical," Seikai replied, sneering.
Izuku, having had enough, stormed in. "Leave them alone."
The boys laughed, and one blew cigarette smoke in Izuku's face. "Get lost, shrimp."
Izuku stood firm. "I said back off."
Seikai stood up, eyes glowing toxic green. "Suppose we don't wanna back off."
Nejire and Kamsui entered the room, standing behind Izuku. The situation was escalating.
"Oh looks like we got ourselves hero," Seikai said, as one of his goons burned the boyfriend's forehead with a cigarette, making him scream in agony.
...
The white-haired boy, Sora Iwamura, released a large amount of black smoke from his mouth, his quirk, "Kuroba" (Black Smoke), filling the karaoke bar. Izuku gulped nervously, feeling like he was back in his Quirkless days, helpless against the bullies.
Seikai Tachibana, with a malicious smile, activated his quirk, "Kōjin" (Steel God), his body glowing with fierce energy. His durability and speed increased exponentially, making him a formidable opponent.
Before Izuku could react, Seikai punched him with incredible force, blowing him through the thin wall of their private karaoke booth and into the next one. Izuku crashed into the booth's table and chairs, sending microphones and drinks flying.
The tension was palpable as the third boy, Ryota Oni, transformed, his quirk, "Bōryoku" (Brutal Strength), taking hold. His skin turned purple, muscles rippling beneath as he grew from 5'10" to 7 feet tall, his strength increasing tenfold.
Izuku stood up Nejire was about to interfere."No." Izuku said glaring at the three bullies. Even Itsuka, Miruko and Tsukachi who were listening were surprised.
"This is my fight," Izuku stated
Green electricity crackled from his entire body, and the boys smiled maliciously. "These guys are some of the school's top students, they're probably really strong and upperclassmen, I can't let my guard down," Izuku thought.
Sora released a large amount of black smoke, obscuring the floor. Izuku's danger sense flared up as Oni launched himself with a powerful purple fist. Izuku backflipped, avoiding the attack by mere inches, and countered with a devastating 180-degree kick that sent Oni crashing to the ground with a loud thud. The force of the kick was so strong that it created a small crater on the floor.
Before Oni could even attempt to get up, Izuku launched another kick, this time targeting his midsection with pinpoint accuracy. Oni's body flew across the room like a ragdoll, slamming into the other karaoke booth with incredible force, causing the wooden structure to splinter and crack.
Oni struggled to get up, wheezing and clutching his face and chest, his body battered and bruised. "Wheeze." Izuku was surprised that his attack had worked so effectively. "These guys are supposed to be their elite, why is he so... so... weak?" Izuku questioned.
"He's not weak!" Itsuka shouted through the comms, her voice firm and defensive.
"Doofus, you don't realize how strong you've become! You've been in so many fights, of course, he seems weak to you!" Itsuka added, her tone teasing but proud.
Seikai launched a furious attack, his speed almost blurring his movements. Izuku dodged a few punches with ease before landing a crushing kick on Seikai's knee, crunching his face in pain and causing his leg to buckle. Then, Izuku unleashed a powerful overtook punch that broke Seikai's nose, sending blood spewing with a few teeth as he flew back, crashing into a table with a loud crash.
Sora realized he was in grave danger and tried to flee, but Izuku caught him midair, his green eyes glowing with intensity. "Oh shit, I gotta get out of here!" Soro shouted, his voice trembling with fear. Soro looked in terror as Izuku kicked him to the head with incredible force, sending him crashing down with a thud, his body limp and unconscious.
Izuku was wheezing a bit and looked at himself."I-I didn't need to go alien."
Nejire used her quirk to disperse the smoke that filled the floor they were on.
"Impressive. They attacked you we can chalk that up to self-defense. We will make sure these boys face the proper punishment." Tsukauchi said.
The girl who was being harassed was carrying her boyfriend draped over her shoulder. She saw her hero."Thanks."
Izuku turned to the girl who gave a bow,
"Oh uh, no problem." Izuku said."You should probably report this to the police."
The girl looked at her boyfriend."It's not like we've tried but it seems for whatever it is that school can do no wrong and often get to whatever they want."
The girl made her way out with her boyfriend.
...
Time skip
As night descended, Izuku and Nejire sought a secluded spot for Izuku to transform without being seen. "Okay, I think Ghostfreak can turn others invisible and intangible. We can both sneak," Izuku said, his eyes fixed on the Omnitrix. He activated the device, and the holographic figure of Fasttrack appeared, but Izuku quickly turned the dial to stop at the ghostly figure of Ghostfreak.
"Oooh, kinda like Mirio's quirk!" Nejire exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.
Izuku nodded, and with a swift motion, he slammed down on the dial. A burst of green light illuminated the dark night, blinding Nejire momentarily. "Ghostfreak!" the alien exclaimed, his voice echoing through the air.
Nejire's initial terror gave way to curiosity as she approached Ghostfreak. "Oh, cool! Wait, you're an actual ghost? Are you dead? Why do you have chains?" She reached out to touch the suit that seemed to be a straightjacket, but Ghostfreak turned intangible, allowing her to pass through.
"Maybe it's best if you don't see," Ghostfreak said, his voice low and mysterious, causing Nejire to pout.
As they prepared to sneak into the dorms, Ghostfreak instructed Nejire to hold his hand to maintain contact and remain invisible. They took to the sky, and with a swift motion, Ghostfreak turned invisible, rendering both of them unseen.
They flew through the night sky, passing through the second-year dorms, and made their way to the gaping space between rooms 4 and 6. "Here goes nothing," Ghostfreak said, his pale, ghostly hand passing through the 18-inch thick wall-like air.
As they entered the hidden room, Ghostfreak's eyes widened in surprise. "Nejire, there's something behind it." The room was dusty, clearly unused for a long time.
The bed lay bare, without bed sheets, surrounded by an empty, barren space. Spider webs clung to the corners, and a thick layer of dust coated every surface. In the centre of the room, a single, flickering light bulb cast eerie shadows on the walls, revealing the long-abandoned dormitory, number 5.
"So this is dorm room number 5," Izuku said.
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