After leaving the interrogation room, Delsin took a deep breath of the cool air outside the U.A. building. His white jacket rustled slightly as he stretched, relieved to be out of the stuffy confines of that questioning room. For all the hero talk, the school's rules were starting to feel a little too tight for his liking.

"Under observation, huh?" he muttered, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "That's not really my style."

He wasn't interested in sticking around under the watchful eyes of All Might, Midnight, or others. He needed some air, some freedom to move, and a better idea of what this world had to offer. So Delsin turned around and headed toward the city streets beyond the school gates.

As he walked through the bustling streets, he marveled at how vibrant and alive everything was. People with Quirks went about their business like it was no big deal. Some of them used their powers for everyday activities—like a guy with long arms who grabbed groceries from the top shelf without a ladder or a woman with wings flying from one rooftop to another.

This world was surreal.

His stomach grumbled, reminding him that it had been hours since his last meal. "Right. Food.." he muttered, scanning the area for somewhere to eat. After a bit of walking, he spotted a small, cozy-looking restaurant nestled between two larger buildings. The smell of grilled food wafted through the air, making his mouth water.

"Perfect." Delsin grinned, walking inside.

The place was busy, with patrons laughing and chatting at tables, but no one paid him much attention. He took a seat at a small table by the window and picked up the menu, flipping through the options. Everything looked good, but the reality of his situation hit him 'I don't have any money..'

For a brief moment, Delsin considered walking out and skipping the meal, but then he remembered the power he had recently absorbed from a Conduit back in his world. She had called it "Telepathic Influence," a psychic ability that allowed him to gently nudge people's thoughts and desires. He hadn't used it much, but now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Delsin smirked to himself. "Might as well give it a try."

He focused on the waiter, a young man in his early twenties who was busy serving another table. As the waiter passed by, Delsin subtly reached out with his mind, feeling the familiar tingling sensation of the psychic power activating. He gave the waiter a slight mental nudge, implanting the suggestion that his meal was already paid for by someone else.

The waiter blinked for a moment, confused, before looking at Delsin. "Hey, you! That table over there already covered your bill."

Delsin raised an eyebrow, pretending to look surprised. "Really? That's awesome. Thanks, man."

Satisfied, the waiter left, and Delsin leaned back in his seat, feeling the rush of success. It worked. He had manipulated the situation without anyone realizing. He let himself enjoy the meal as it arrived—a steaming plate of grilled meat, rice, and vegetables. As he dug in, he couldn't help but smile. This new power had a lot of potential in this world.

After he finished eating, Delsin left the restaurant, patting his stomach in satisfaction. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the city. The streets were still busy, but now the lights of the city had begun to flicker on, giving the place a whole new energy.

He wandered aimlessly for a while, enjoying the freedom of being in a world where no one knew him. No D.U.P. agents chasing him down, no oppressive rules to follow—just the thrill of the unknown. But as much as he enjoyed the freedom, he knew he needed a place to crash for the night.

As he walked through the quieter parts of the city, he spotted a small apartment building tucked away from the main road. It wasn't fancy, but it looked clean, and more importantly, it was discreet. He approached the building and noticed the "For Rent" sign hanging on the door.

"Looks like I found my spot." Delsin said to himself as he walked in.

The landlord, an older man with graying hair, was sitting behind a desk in the lobby, looking over some paperwork. Delsin stepped up to the desk, his mind already working on how he was going to pull this off without any money.

"Hey." Delsin said casually. "I'm looking for a place to stay. You got any apartments available?"

The landlord looked up, eyeing Delsin suspiciously. "You got the money to pay for one?"

Delsin smiled, already focusing on his psychic ability. He reached out mentally, implanting a small suggestion into the man's mind. "I'm sure we can work something out. You've already been paid for the next few months."

The landlord's eyes glazed over slightly as the suggestion took hold. He nodded slowly, as if the thought made perfect sense to him now. "Yeah, yeah... I guess the payments are already sorted out. I'll show you to the apartment."

Delsin followed the landlord up the stairs, suppressing a grin. He couldn't believe how easy it was to get people to do what he wanted with just a little nudge. If this was how things worked in this world, he could get used to it.

The apartment was small but comfortable. A single bedroom, a kitchenette, and a small living area. Nothing fancy, but it would do for now.

"This'll work," Delsin said, glancing around. "Thanks."

The landlord nodded absently. "If you need anything, just let me know."

As the landlord left, Delsin dropped onto the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. He looked out the window, watching as the city buzzed below him. This world was shaping up to be more interesting than he thought.

For now, he had everything he needed—food, shelter, and freedom. The hero school would come back into play eventually, but for tonight, Delsin was content to just watch the city lights flicker on, knowing that he was free to explore this world on his own terms.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself, smirking. "This is gonna be fun."

--

The apartment was quiet, too quiet for someone like Delsin. He leaned against the window, watching the city lights below, feeling the energy of the world around him. Even though the day had been full of new experiences—getting questioned at U.A., using his psychic powers, finding a place to stay—Delsin wasn't tired. His mind buzzed with the possibilities that this new world offered.

He had powers at his disposal, and not just the ones he had from back home. This world had something new for him to play with— 'Quirks.'

The fact that he had copied Bakugo's explosive Quirk earlier still lingered in his mind. He could feel the residual heat in his hands, like embers ready to ignite at his command. That kind of raw, destructive power was something he hadn't experienced before, not like this. And now, in the quiet of his new apartment, with no one watching, Delsin felt the urge to test just how far he could push it.

"This place'll do for now." he muttered, looking around the apartment. "But I need to get out. Need more space."

He grabbed his white jacket, slipping it on as he stepped out onto the balcony. The cool night breeze ruffled his hair, and for a moment, he simply stood there, taking it all in. The freedom, the potential—everything this world offered him. And tonight? He was going to start unlocking it.

Delsin glanced down at the street below, then grinned. With a quick step, he vaulted over the balcony railing, free-falling toward the pavement. At the last second, his body shimmered and transformed into a cloud of smoke, dispersing into the night air. He reformed just above the ground, landing softly on his feet, already on the move.

'Still got it.' he thought with a smirk as he took off down the street.

After a short run through the alleys, Delsin found a secluded construction site—large, empty, and perfect for what he had in mind. He stood in the middle of the dirt lot, surrounded by half-built walls and scaffolding. This was exactly what he needed: space to let loose.

"All right, time to see what this Quirk can really do." Delsin said to himself, raising his hands.

He focused on the familiar sensation of Bakugo's Quirk—'Explosion.' The heat returned to his palms, stronger this time as he concentrated. His hands started to glow faintly, the air around them crackling with energy.

"Let's see how big we can go."

With a quick motion, Delsin thrust his hands forward. The air erupted in a massive explosion of light and fire, sending a shockwave through the construction site. Dust and debris flew everywhere as the ground in front of him was scorched black. Delsin shielded his eyes from the brightness, grinning as he felt the raw power surge through him.

"That's more like it."

He wasn't done yet. This was just the beginning.

Delsin took a deep breath, pulling the energy back into himself, feeling the flow of the power running through his veins. The thrill of it was intoxicating, and he wanted to push it even further. He started testing smaller blasts—short, quick bursts from his hands, just like Bakugo had used earlier. The explosions were sharp, focused, and packed a hell of a punch.

He leapt into the air, releasing another explosion beneath him, propelling himself higher into the night sky. For a moment, it felt like flying as he hovered mid-air, suspended by the blasts beneath him.

"Damn, this kid's Quirk is awesome." Delsin muttered as he landed back on the ground with a powerful shockwave.

He spent the next few minutes pushing the limits of Bakugo's power—large explosions, small controlled bursts, even combining them to increase his mobility by launching himself through the air. Each blast was more controlled than the last, and Delsin could feel himself getting more comfortable with the Quirk.

But it wasn't just Bakugo's Quirk he wanted to experiment with tonight.

Delsin took a moment to calm himself, closing his eyes and focusing inward. He felt for the other powers lingering inside him—the ones that had always been with him, the ones from his world. Slowly, he raised his hand, concentrating on the familiar neon energy that coursed through his veins.

His body flickered for a moment, glowing with vibrant pink and purple light as he summoned his Neon power. The sensation was different from Bakugo's explosive heat—it was sleek, fast, and sharp, like lightning in his bloodstream. He glanced down at his hands, watching as they glowed with neon energy.

"Let's see if I can mix it up." Delsin said with a grin.

With a burst of speed, he took off running, his body becoming a streak of neon light as he zipped around the construction site. He darted between the half-built walls and machinery, faster than the eye could follow, leaving glowing trails behind him. The neon was perfect for quick movement, allowing him to slip in and out of sight without a trace.

And then, without slowing down, Delsin switched back to Bakugo's Quirk mid-run, launching himself into the air with an explosion. The combination of neon speed and explosive power sent him soaring higher than before, giving him complete control over both land and air.

"Now we're talking!" Delsin laughed, landing with a thud and sending another shockwave through the ground.

The adrenaline was pumping through his veins now, his body alive with energy. He could feel the raw potential in him, a blend of his old powers and these new Quirks. And the best part? He hadn't even begun to tap into everything yet.

After several more explosive blasts and a few neon sprints, Delsin finally slowed down, his breath heavy but his excitement still running high. His jacket was covered in dust, and the construction site looked like a war zone, but none of that mattered.

What mattered was that he was in control.

"Well," he muttered to himself, wiping some sweat from his forehead, "that's one way to pass the time."

With one last glance around the ruined site, Delsin started walking back toward the city streets. He had a feeling that tonight's training session was only the beginning of what he could do here. This world, with its Quirks and heroes, was full of possibilities. And Delsin Rowe?

He was just getting started.

--

As Delsin made his way back toward the city, his adrenaline gradually began to fade, but his mind was still buzzing with the possibilities of what he could do. Combining Bakugo's explosive power with his Conduit abilities had opened up a whole new world of combat and mobility for him. He wasn't just a Conduit anymore—he was something else, something more.

But there was still something nagging at the back of his mind. Despite how fun it was to experiment with his abilities, this world had its own rules, its own sense of order. And from what he'd seen, people didn't just use their powers recklessly. Heroes had responsibilities, and those responsibilities seemed to weigh heavily on them.

Delsin wasn't used to that. Back in Seattle, he'd done things his own way. He'd helped people, sure, but he'd also taken down anyone who got in his way. He wasn't exactly a villain, but he wasn't the type to play by the rules, either. Here, though, he might have to rethink how he operated. There was more at stake in this world, and if he wanted to fit in—or at least not get kicked out—he had to be smart about how he used his powers.

As he walked through the now quieter streets, he noticed a small crowd gathered around what looked like a newsstand. People were murmuring and pointing at the headlines. Curious, Delsin walked up to see what the commotion was about.

The headline read: "Mysterious Newcomer at U.A. High School? Quirk Stealer?"

His stomach dropped a little as he realized the article was about him. There, in bold letters, were details of his altercation with Bakugo and how he'd copied the explosive Quirk. There were even blurry photos of him at U.A., surrounded by students and faculty.

"Damn." he muttered, pulling his hood up. He wasn't expecting his first day to make the news, but it made sense. U.A. was a high-profile school, and anything out of the ordinary was bound to catch attention.

As he listened in on the people talking around him, he realized that they didn't quite know what to make of him. Some were intrigued by the idea of someone who could copy Quirks; others were more wary, likening him to villains like All For One, who could steal powers.

It made him uneasy. He didn't want to be seen as a villain, but the nature of his powers made that a tricky line to walk. In this world, copying Quirks could easily be misinterpreted as something sinister, especially if people didn't know his intentions.

"Well, looks like I'm already getting a reputation-" Delsin muttered, stepping away from the crowd and pulling his jacket tighter around himself. "Better watch my step."

He needed to be more careful. He couldn't afford to get on the wrong side of the heroes, especially when he didn't fully understand how this world worked yet. If people started seeing him as a threat, it could make things a lot harder for him.

Still, despite the article, Delsin wasn't the type to lay low for long. He needed to learn more, to get a feel for how the Quirks worked here, and what better way than to watch the heroes in action?

Guess he'll know the next day, he looked forward to it.