SilverPsychic; Ok! So we have official designs for Mephiles now! YEEEEESS!

Mephiles; Huh, I thought you forgot about me.

SilverPsychic; No! You're the big bad! I can't forget you! Since you're here now though, disclaimer!

Mephiles; …Psy isn't creative enough to own either fandom.

Chapter 33; Never Surprise a Psychic

Hey Izuku, Heading back to the dorms. The class kinda shoved me out this morning. Dunno why. Could you please let them know? I don't want them to yell at me. I think a heads-up for my return would be a good idea. Thank you.

After sending the message, Silver continued towards the dorm. He needed to change into his uniform and pack up his school bag. Sliding his phone back into his pocket with a neutral expression. The psychic paused at the crosswalk, waiting for the light with an impatient huff. Once green, Silver double-checked and then bolted across the road. Upon reaching the gate, he took out his newly acquired Student ID and scanned it before entering the school territory. Silver lifted himself in his power to rush himself above the pathway to the dorms. He was gonna miss that first bell… Bursting the door open, Silver quickly ran into the dormitory. Too focused on getting to class to pay any mind to his classmates. Finding that the stairs would be faster, Silver rushed himself up the staircase quickly with his power. Then running down the fifth-floor hall, he opened his dorm door. Leaving it open as he quickly went into his closet and changed. His power absently packed up his bag as he did so. He grabbed his backpack and hesitated. What was faster?

'Chaos, forget it. I'll go this way.' Silver thought as he opened his balcony door and leaped off the balcony. Landing smoothily and gently, thanks to his power, onto the concrete below. Without even a second to recover from the landing, Silver rushed onward to the class. As he thought, he missed the first bell. Unless Aizawa had come to class on time though, Silver would be fine until the second bell. Rushing down the hallway, he opened the class door and ran into the empty classroom. He quickly sat in his seat with a sigh.

Wait, Empty Classroom?

He had come into the right class, right? Silver put his bag on his desk and checked the door. Yep. 1-A. Yet no one else was there. He was earlier than the rest of his class? And his teacher? Well, he wasn't surprised about the teacher part. But normally Iida was on time, and Ojiro, Tsu, Tokoyami, Bakugo, Koda, and Aoyama. They were all early birds and tended to come to class early or on time. Seeing his class empty like there was poisonous gas leaking in the room…made him worry. Did Silver not get a notification? Was something wrong with the class? Was it moved? Delayed? Canceled? Silver checked his phone in a panic. Nope…no messages. Izuku had read his earlier one about him heading to the dorms for school but…

"Weird…" Silver sat back down, well, he had extra time it seemed. Might as well use it.

The psychic unzipped his bag and pulled out a spare piece of paper he had been using. A half-done sketch of a blank person laid on the sketch. He had been told to update and add accommodations or completely redesign his hero suit if he wanted to. But…Silver hadn't had time to get around to it. In all reality, he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He put the backpack onto the ground next to his foot and grabbed a pencil. He had a few ideas. Maybe a belt or some more glowing stuff? Silver tapped the pencil a bit before sketching up the rest of the base. He had no idea for a design. He enjoyed the one he had…but he did understand there were issues and all. Maybe finishing up his hero suit design wasn't a good idea right now.

He put it into his bag with a frown, what else could he do? Silver tapped his finger against his chin, doodling it seemed. His homework was all done and he was probably gonna need some fashion help on the hero suit. So slipping out a fresh paper, Silver brought the pencil to it. The led slid across the paper with little resistance and sharp clean strokes danced along the page. Dancing and skating the pencil worked along. Each stroke gave a satisfying sound and each flick of his wrist made magic. It was like the pencil was drawing itself. Silver's mind was lost in thought as he just let all his stresses and worries melt onto the paper into a beautiful art. Pace, pressure, and tilt all changed with little thought depending on how it needed to be. The hedgie-boy chose to leave the mistakes visible so he could feel more content with it, and the fact he had no eraser. So many English corrections killed the poor Eraser. Silver's eyes were on the paper, yet not seeing what he was drawing. The second bell snapped him back to reality though. His class was still empty and his pencil had grown dull.

Sonic, Blaze, Espio, Shadow, Tails, Amy, and himself sat messily scribbled on the page.

In all honesty, it didn't look half bad. But…Chaos…Silver frowned as his eyebrows knit together like an upside-down V. His glove brushed against Blaze's pencil-drawn face as something bubbled in him. His heart seemed to stop and his lungs grew needy. Silver stared at the picture he had drawn with little thought and his stomach grew uneasy. An icy snake trailed up his spine and his blood ran cold. His stomach knotted up and a frown tugged at his lips. A lump in his throat formed as a tense feeling hugged his chest. His muscles tensed and a strong feeling washed over him. Staring at that picture of his friends, Silver could feel his body trying to gag as he worked hard to repress it. Yet, he couldn't. Standing up and knocking his chair back, Silver ran to the window and pulled it open just in time to toss up his ice cream.

Why did this keep happening?

Thoughts of his friends and his home spiraled in his mind. His body only reacted with more ferocity to get rid of everything in his stomach. Silver gripped the window sill as tears stung in his eyes. This morning was a rollercoaster. Once he was sure he had nothing left to puke, Silver groaned and wiped his mouth. That poor bush… The psychic's cheeks were pink as his face was mostly pale otherwise. He wandered back to his desk and glanced at the picture once more. His body immediately went cold again. Silver snatched the picture from off his desk and closed his eyes with despair as he shredded it up. He had no other choice. With a sigh, he grabbed his water bottle and soaked the shreds of paper to leave little reminder. And to ensure no one else would piece it together. He threw it away and sat back down.

Anytime he thought of his home, it made him miss it. When he missed it…he felt sick. And sometimes, he'd puke. Especially with pictures. This wasn't the first time Silver had accidentally drawn his friends before. But like this time, seeing the art always made him puke. It wasn't bad, it just made him sad. And sick. Silver didn't understand why he felt sick…it was stupid really. Feeling SICK when you're sad? He often chastised himself at the thought, thinking his body must have been broken. Tails Doll didn't make him puke, the Chaos Emerald didn't make him puke. They made him feel closer to home. But pictures…reminded him how far away he was…that he could have a chance…to never see-

The class door opened and Silver jumped out of his skin hearing the class all file into the room at once. Everyone looked…tired. Silver still felt sick. Yet the class was laughing and talking but quick to shut up and get to their seats. Aizawa trailing behind with a sour look. Today…was seriously not doing Silver many favors.

The ivory-haired psychic groaned as Hagakure dragged him to the mall. He was SURE his class was mad. They forced him out of the dorms at 5 AM, were late to class, and avoided him throughout the school day, Aizawa forced him to do extra assignments and had him stay after school doing work for another 3 hours, then they shoved him out of the dorms again and tasked Hagakure with mercilessly dragging him around town. What had he done? Silver kept stumbling over his feet as the invisible hero dragged him along. Even Izuku was giving him the cold shoulder…Silver kept playing off the odd actions of his best friend as the fact he was tired. That was true, Izuku looked like he hadn't slept at all the night before. But All MIght's successor refused to say even a single peep to the psychic. His amber eyes saddened as guilt seeped into his heart. Was this his payback for keeping silent about the official student thing?

Silver's arm began to hurt as he was dragged through the crowds of people trying to buy new perfumes. Had the class hated him this whole time? Now that he was official, were they showing their true colors? His ears dipped as his boots tripped over one another. This feeling was eating at him, these thoughts were playing with him…Silver wanted to just lock himself in a room and curl into a ball. He felt so bad…so very bad…Silver came to a stop when Hagakure shoved another bag of clothes to him. With a sigh, he added it to the collection of bags hovering behind him. Hagakure bound off to get more clothes, shouting about PJs for 'Girls Nights' and nail polish. Silver didn't care at all what Hagakure was buying, or what was actually in the bags. His eyes drifted away from the floating clothes picking up dresses with cooes. Silver's attention scoured along the store.

It was fairly busy today. The walls were white with the occasional streak of black or blue. The store smelled of fresh clean fabric and perfumes. People busted around with large chatter, trying on shoes or groaning that their favorite eyeliner was sold out. Silver would have much rather been in a grocery store, scouring the fresh vegetables and taking in the scents of ripe berries. Or staring at the mouth-watering baked goods and happily taking free samples of wondrous flavors. Instead, he was being dragged around in the mall, mostly the stores targeting teen girls and carrying around 7 bags of clothes and makeup. Which was kinda useless, Hagakure didn't even wear makeup. It baffled him how she was carelessly spending so much yen on bags of clothes. Silver wasn't certain, but he had a feeling she had gotten the ok to use Momo's credit card without limits.

Some boys walked past the doors of the store and laughed seeing Silver, making a tease out of the bored and saddened teen. He rolled his eyes at the immature behavior, feeling too down to jump at them or make any sort of reply. They stuck out their tongues and mocked him, batting eyelashes and pretending to put on lipstick. Silver simply turned away. Blocking out the boy's laughter, who had nothing better to do, the hedgie-boy brought his attention to a thrift store across the hall. Peering through the window at the store, Silver spied a small figure with the classic yellows and reds Silver had seen all too many times in Izuku's room. Hidden in the fields of old clothes and tossed aside board games was a small All Might figure. One in which Silver recognized.

Eyes widening and ears flicking upon the realization, Silver quickly left the girly store and went into the thrift store without much warning to his invisible classmate. He still had a lot of spare yen from Yaoyarozu telling him to get ice cream earlier. Carrying the bags behind him, Silver felt his spirits rise. Those teasing teens came running up and blocking Silver's path.

"Hey, Pretty Boy! Gonna go to a princess ball?"

"Yeah, Yeah! Which dress are you gonna wear? The red one or the blue one?"

"The pink one fits him better, it'll go with his lipstick!"

As the boys taunted him and got closer, Silver glared flatly at them, "Thanks for your option, but I think I'll let my friend who rightfully owns these dresses decide what to do with them. Now move, Fashionistas." The boys stopped for a moment hearing his unimpressed tone before they growled, pretending to be some big scary thugs or something. Silver simply moved them aside with his power and went into the thrift store, not in any kind of mood to play games with random jerks.

They quickly tried to jump on him, yet the psychic grabbed them and froze them in place. Wandering around the store until he re-found that small All Might figure again, Silver smiled. Now this was a good store. The smell of old books filled his nose as he passed a pile of dusty books on a shelf. He wanted to look at the books, but he also wanted to get to that small collectible before someone else did. Twisting and turning in the small maze of forgotten stuff, Silver took in everything. The unused dresses, the games with torn boxes, the shoes with scuffs, the old bikes with scraped-off paint. This was his kind of store, he could only imagine what memories these old reflections held. How they meant something to someone, how the big grins children had when they found plushies in their Birthday presents or the hugs mothers shared getting those new shoes they needed.

Each small thing held memories and importance to someone. At least, they once did. Who knows why they ended up here? Either financial issues to help family or not seeing use for it anymore, knowing that it would make another kid smile more. The psychic's glove brushed against an old tea set. These things…were history. No matter how old or new. They were history, a peek into someone's life. How they loved and shared, or found frustrating and threw away. Each small piece was valuable to him, every scuff on the dressers or every scratch on the clocks. They told a story, a life given up because of the universe's will to change. Man, Silver loved it so much. History fascinated him, it was his favorite subject. Seeing how something once was in its glory made him smile. (A\N; That was more poetic than I thought pfft. I surprised myself!)

Maybe it was because he grew up in such a broken place, or maybe it was because he was a time traveler. But taking something old and broken and imagining how it once was. Trying to piece together the story. He loved it. Silver smiled to himself as he stepped away from the old cuckoo clock he had been looking at. He should visit a museum sometime, that would be something he'd love.

Reaching the window where he saw the All Might figure, Silver pulled away some old clothes and grabbed the figure gently. No one else had seen it, which surprised him. But if there had been someone else actively searching for it, Silver was sure it would have been taken 3 seconds after being put into the thrift shop. Yet, here it was. A small All Might figure that fit in the palm of his hand. No bigger than the size of a grape or a Silver Dollar. It was only about an inch and a half tall. Yet this little bugger, according to Izuku, was worth over 1469600000.00 Yen. (10M USD) He could recall his best friend geeking out about it a few weeks prior.

"They're very small, and the costume is pretty different from the one everyone knows now. It was All Might's very first costume!" Silver could recall Izuku beaming and his hands balled into fists, moving up and down happily. "There were like only 3 ever made! More special than the poster Nighteye had! Impossible to get your hands on! All Might himself made them when he was still in high school! That's why there are only 3. But MAN they look so cool! I wish I could get one! It would be perfect for my collection!" He could recall the giggles of excitement Izuku had talking about the rare figurine, "All Might was trying to make them for some sort of example that he wanted his figures to look like. Or at least, that's what everything I've come across has said. I could probably ask All Might, but all three figures have been given away…"

Well, maybe this mini gem could help fix whatever mistake Silver had made. It had to be a good apology…right? Silver turned around hearing shuffling behind him. If it was those jerky boys again-

A kind old woman shuffled up behind Silver, "Hello. It's been a while since someone has set foot in my store." She croaked out sweetly, giving a gentle smile as her hand shakily gripped her cane, "May I help you find something?"

Silver felt his heart melt at the sight, he nodded, "I have a few things I'm interested in actually. How much would this cost?" Silver offered her the small All Might figure and the old lady slowly grabbed it with her good hand, "I have a friend who is a huge fan of All Might, he has such a big collection and I think I remember him saying he didn't have this one yet."

"...734.80 Yen." (5 USD)

Silver was taken aback as the old lady shifted the small figure in her delicate hands, "W-What? Only 734.80?" He frowned as she nodded, knowing how valuable such a small piece was. If no one had been in her store, she would have been struggling… "M-Mrs…you do understand this is a rare piece? It's worth lots of yen, I'm sure this figure alone could get you set for life. And your family." Silver felt so bad and couldn't accept her offer of such a low amount.

"...for you, 440.88 Yen." (3 USD) She smiled sweetly and Silver tensed.

"T-Thats cheaper!"

The kind old lady handed the figure back, "I know," Silver felt a heavy amount of guilt and quickly denied the offer, "I know how much it's worth…I've had countless offers on it for years." She murmured and shook her head, "I've had it for a long time, but it doesn't bring me any joy. It's only a piece of painted clay. It will bring your friend much more happiness than it would for anyone else." Silver took the small figure in his hand with a hard swallow, he could see Izuku beaming for days but…he couldn't bear to take it under its worth, "The money won't bring me any joy, I'm nearing my final days. My child is a stubborn spoiled brat, I wouldn't want to give him any satisfaction of handing that to him after I kick the bucket." She turned and gestured to her store, "This brings me joy. If that figure will make your friend happy, that's more priceless than a piece of clay. I shouldn't have to put a point of money on happiness. I do need to eat though, so, 440.88 yen."

Silver thought for a long moment before hesitating to accept the deal, "Ok…b-but only because I still want to buy other stuff." She gave a soft grin at his compromise, "What's your name?"

"Yasashi Jonetsu." The kind shop owner began to shuffle back to the back room, "I will be back with a small box for your new All Might figure." She shakily walked to the storage room and closed the door behind her.

Silver, being left alone again, glanced at the small All Might figure. He was going to spend the rest of the cash he had from Momo on this lady's store. Silver wandered around to the books he had earlier seen. Carefully looking over what was available, his fingers traced the spines of the books. There were several kinds of books: cooking, baking, novel fiction, old classics, comics, sci-fi, school books, and non-fiction. He pulled the occasional book out of the shelf and held onto it. As he wandered around, he was careful to make sure the bags he was holding psychically didn't bump into anything. After picking out two books about folklore, three books about baking and cooking, and two more books about origami, Silver's hands were full. Still, he wandered around.

He couldn't help but grab a few more things. A whisk, a bread box, a money box, and a nice pair of chopsticks made from some pretty rocks. Silver grinned at the haul he had before heading up to the desk where Jonetsu fumbled to open a small box for the figure. Silver helped the kind old lady open and set up the box, wrapping the All Might figure in a lot of bubble wrap. He placed the other stuff down which he frowned at, hearing Jonetsu only let it amount to 14696.00 yen. (100 USD) He gave the 71716.48 yen (488 USD) he had left from the ice cream and refused to take change. Happily shoving his newly acquired stuff into the bag, and putting the money box on top to hide everything else, Hagakure burst into the store. Jonetsu was still trying to shove the change into Silver's bag, but the hedgie-boy refused to take it.

"SILVER!" Hagakure pulled him from behind, a mix of anger and relief filled her voice, "DON'T LEAVE ME! WE'RE STILL SHOPPING!" She dragged Silver out of the old thrift shop without another word, growling as she pinched his ear.

Silver yelped and stumbled behind her, holding his bag in his arms delicately. Hagakure's 7 other bags floated behind in a cyan hold. Jonetsu smiled a little softly after seeing the interaction. She took the yen and waddled off to the backroom, finally able to pay rent for the thrift shop.

The psychic whined as Hagakure ran off into Heights Alliance, "Wait for ME!" She didn't respond to Silver's cries for her to slow down. Silver hissed to himself, Hagakure was probably still mad and wasn't waiting for him at all.

Finally reaching the doors, Silver panted. He opened them with a heave and was surprised to be met with darkness. No one was there, it was like his whole class left on vacation. Once again, twice on the same day, he was left alone in a room where his class should have been bustling about. Silver glanced around, it was only like…5 P.m. Why was it so dark? Since when has Heights Alliance ever been this dark? Even in the middle of the night, they left night lights on just in case. This was just…pitch black. It was almost creepy. The psychic stood in the doorway at the double doors closed behind him. Putting down the shopping bags onto the floor beside him, he held his single bag by his chest.

"...Hello…? Hagakure?" Silver questioned, the air mute as his words were the only sound, "...Where did everyone go?" The psychic murmured sadly as he stepped forward hesitantly.

Why did it smell like…? Silver took a sniff. Strawberries? Icing? Food Coloring? Turkey? Rice Flour? Silver's eyes narrowed, he could also smell the wafting of the oven. It had been on recently…The hedgie-boy frowned as he tried to piece together the smells and what they meant. They were…quite conflicting yet still quite delicious. Did that mean…they made a meal and left him with the cleaning up? Where did they go? The arcade? Before the hedgie-boy could take another step forward, a sharp crimson glow showed to his right.

Silver turned to his right sharply, but before he could make a move, the lights flashed on. He dropped his bag and tensed. A teal glow quickly reached out, grabbing everything in its reach and lifting it. Though his vision was still adjusting to the sudden change, his hands shot forward as his ears perked on high alert. The sounds of small pops or mini explosions happened on both sides of him. Was it a gunshot?! His heart quickened as figures leaped forwards with arms open. His breath caught in his chest and Silver quickly reacted to the ambush attack.

"SURPRISE!"

His arms outstretched, every lamp, table, couch, TV (of which there was only one), rug, shoe, coat, plant, and spare thing his psychokinesis could grab, floating in cyan and pointed threateningly at his classmates. Silver's eyes were wide and his stance stiff. Aizawa, All Might, all of 1-A, the Big Three, and Eri all froze as various objects hovered merely a few tense inches away from their faces, necks, and chests. The room went deadly silent as small colored bits of paper rained down. Scared out of his wits with the ambush, Silver panted as a small bead of sweat dripped down from his cheek. The second he realized they were no enemies, Silver's ears dropped as he stood up straight. 'Surprise!' The collective shout of happiness replayed in his mind as he realized what just happened. And how badly he messed up with his reaction. They were surprising him with a smile and here he was threatening them with high heels.

Izuku stared at the lamp as it poked under his chin as if being held threateningly like a sharp knife. Eri went quiet as a chair, which was tilted to the legs facing her, poked at her stomach just barely. All Might slowly lift his hands in a surrendering motion as a high heel was frozen above his forehead. Nejire's eyes widened as a houseplant hovered over her head. Hagakure's shopping bags floated by Uraraka and Kirishima. Kaminari groaned as the TV hovered frozen above his head. Quickly, Silver shifted his hands to his sides. Ordering the floating objects with a thought and returning them to their place with little mess. His ears pinned against his head and Silver's brows knit together to form a worried and saddened face.

"I-I'm so sorry!" The teal glow dispersed as Silver quickly apologized, the guilt he had before for making his class mad…returning tenfold. "I thought-! I am so so so sorry…" He glanced down and tugged at the collar of his shirt. He…probably made them more mad…

Izuku shook his head, ridding of the worry he had and smiling with his arms opening, "It's ok, we probably should have known better than to do a surprise party." He glanced at Mirio who laughed a little, ruffling Eri's hair, "Should have remembered you threw trash at Mirio when he surprised you." Deku turned back to Silver and lifted his hands into the air with a large smile, "Anyways, Happy Birthday Silver!"

SilverPsychic; Ahhhhhh! Yessss! To be honest, I'm proud of how I wrote this chapter! To me at this current moment in time, it's pretty dang good!

Mephlies; Later you will be cringing and asking why you let anyone read it.

SilverPsychic; …aw come on…did you really have to ruin my happiness so soon?

Shadow; Yeah, jerk, you beat me to the punch. I was supposed to say that.

SilverPsychic; HUH!? RUUUDE! Both of you, TO THE CELLAR! *Yeets Shadow and Mephlies back to the cellar* ^^ Anyways- Yes! Mephlies Human designs and Silver hero costume designs! I'm also considering making a short animation of Silver shifting forms between Human to Hedgehog.

Silver; Oooo! That would be cool!

Izuku; Smear frames-

SilverPsychic; …Now that's been announced, lets get onto the preview! NEXT TIME! Time Traveler's Time Delima! Silver may or may not have a mini time crisis, phobia crisis, and gets a bike? Helpful. He is left with a list of questions and a room full of stuff to find a place for, but how much of that will actually be important? Time is beginning to tick but the clock is warped. What is the issue? How much time does he have before… whatever it is happens? …What will he wish for?

Izuku; …Psy it's 2 AM, you're not really thinking of posting this chapter RIGHT-right now…right? *Psy nods* …WHY-?!

SilverPsychic; Because-

Mephlies from in the cellar; Hey, there are cookies down here-

*Silver and Psy jump into the cellar*