Chapter Four
Eri tried to control her breathing, and therefore her nerves, gripping her hands and bunching up the pleated skirt of her UA school uniform. Biting her lip, she moved on to drumming her fingers on her thighs and the black tights she had decided to pair with her skirt, much like Ochako had worn years before. The thought of Uravity made her smile, her heart warming almost as much as when she thought of Deku or Lemillion.
"Would you relax?" Kota commented, holding his backpack to his front with both arms and resting his chin on it as he and Eri sat with Satsuki on one of the couches. Eri had insisted that they all meet in the common room today to head to class together. It was their first day and she wanted it to be a milestone for their friendship … even if everyone else had already made their way to the main building. "Can't we just go without him?" Kota asked sullenly, adjusting his horned cap that he had insisted on wearing even with his school uniform.
"That would be rude," Satsuki said, thumbing through one of her textbooks while they waited. "Besides, you took forever to get down here. Eri and I have been up for at least an hour."
"That's because you two are crazy," Kota said, yawning into his hand.
"Not because we're girls?" Eri asked teasingly.
"Those two are not mutually-exclusive," Kota grumbled, and the girls laughed.
"Sorry I'm late," Katsuma shouted as he stumbled into the common room with his satchel, trying in vain to fix his poorly-knotted necktie. "My alarm didn't go off and I can't get this stupid …!" He grunted as he kept trying to fix the tie. Eri chuckled and rose to take his hands in hers and move them out of the way, then taking his tie and unraveling it to fix it herself. She'd learned from Ochako, as it turned out, from watching the famed heroine student fix Deku's tie over and over with loving attention when she was a child.
That thought made Eri blush as she finished up and tucked Katsuma's tie into his blazer, glancing up into his face. His cheeks were a bit pinker, too. "Um, thanks," he said with a shy smile.
"No problem," she smiled sunnily back, grabbing her backpack and taking the lead. "Let's go!"
There was no conversation as they made the five-minute walk to the main building, everyone clearly nervous. Eri felt like there were dragonflies flitting about in her stomach, way worse than the butterflies from before the exam. Which made no sense, really — she wasn't going into combat, just class!
Granted, being homeschooled since she'd been rescued from the Shie Hassaikai meant she had no real reference for classroom learning, or … Or being part of a class at school. All she knew was from watching Deku's class, and several of them had been clear with her that the closeness and camaraderie of their class was not the norm for high school.
That probably accounted for the nerves.
They all made their way up to the 1-A classroom. All of them had seen the massive door before, except for Katsuma. He stopped and marveled for a moment, and Eri and Satsuki watched with friendly amusement while Kota just slowly shook his head, as if he hadn't had the same reaction back when they were all six.
Kota slid the door open and shouted, "Everyone, shut up!" Everyone already in the classroom, dressed in their school uniforms, looked at him with everything from shock to anger, but it got the job done. "There, that's better," Kota snarled, gnashing teeth and all. "You morons think we're here to chat? We're here to learn to save lives!"
"Who are you to say that to us?" a girl in the front row asked, standing from her chair with her hands on the desktop. She was well-muscled, with a mane of tawny-tan hair curling around her shoulders. Her eyes were golden-brown all through, with no whites, and a thin scar ran under one eye. "We know why we're here. We applied and passed the exam, too. If anything, you're the one causing problems here."
"You're all causing problems," drawled Mr. Aizawa from outside the room, startling Katsuma and Satsuki. Eri was too used to him and his understated antics to be surprised. "And if you want to shout and scream, you can leave my class and this school." He made way for Ms. Jiro to enter before sliding the door closed. "As of this moment, your training has begun. And I must say … I'm not impressed." He pulled a bag from behind his podium and pulled out a gym uniform, something familiar to most of the class from watching the school's yearly sports festival.
"Put these on and head outside. We're gonna get a handle on your limits before anything else."
"You heard him," Ms. Jiro called, her single earphone jack rearing like a cobra. "You're skipping the frying pan and jumping right into the fire."
After changing into their gym uniforms, the class lined up outside. Satsuki listened to the murmurs of the other students as they wondered what was going on and why they weren't attending orientation. As Aizawa walked before them and explained their Quirk Apprehension Test, Satsuki only half-listened. She'd heard this from Tsuyu, both nine years ago when she'd come home from her first day at UA and the week before when Satsuki had asked to hear the story again.
It seemed that Aizawa hadn't altered this part of his teaching style in the decade since her sister had been standing in this spot. She idly recalled that he'd semi-retired from active hero work after the final battle against the League of Villains due to his injuries, cutting back his patrol hours to make room for more sleep and to focus more on his classes as society was slowly rebuilt.
"And one more thing," Aizawa said when he'd finished the explanation. "Whoever scores the lowest in these tests will be deemed a failure and-"
"Let me guess," said the tallest boy in the class. He was heavily muscled, with close-cropped orange hair, brown eyes, and sunkissed skin. He held himself with squared shoulders, folded arms, and a cocky smirk that all spoke of arrogance. "You're going to expel them."
"I was going to say that they'll have supplementary classes for a week," Aizawa said blandly. Then he grinned, his visible eye wide and teeth bared in a terrible smile. "But if you insist on expulsion, so be it."
The class groaned that it was not fair and looked at the tall boy with venomous glares. He sneered back at them, but Satsuki noticed his eyes grow troubled.
"Silence," Aizawa said, his voice low and dangerous. His eye flared red with his Erasure Quirk, his capture scarf rippling in a non-existent wind. Satsuki had never been sure how he and Shinso did that, as for all her practice and training Eri had never shown the skill. The class quieted immediately.
"Life isn't fair," Aizawa said coldly. "That's what heroes are meant to do. To counter the unfairness of villain attacks, disasters, and any other chaos that arises. Anyone who wants 'fairness'," he said the word with almost tangible derision, "had better pick a new profession now."
No one spoke up.
"Now for a demonstration," Jiro said, consulting a tablet. "Akame Tategami, you had the highest points in the entrance exam. Please step forward." The muscled girl that had argued with Kota in class stepped forward, her frame tense and ready. "What was your ball throw score back in middle school?"
"About sixty-seven meters," she replied.
"Step in the circle," Jiro pointed at the circle on the ground, "and throw the ball using your Quirk. Anything goes as long as you remain in the circle."
Tategami stepped forward and took the ball before moving to the circle. She put the ball down and took a deep breath before a white cloud emerged from her skin and swirled around her, swelling up before dispersing to reveal a creature larger than a grizzly bear, powerfully muscled with tawny fur and a swirling, golden brown lion's mane, a wide mouth of curling fangs, and blazing golden eyes. A komainu in Japanese, also called a shishi in Chinese, a guardian lion, or a foo dog.
Akame Tategami.
Quirk: Guardian Lion. She can transform herself into a powerful, lion-like creature with incredible sight, smell, strength, speed, and stamina. The perfect protector of the people.
Akame picked up the ball in her massive jaws and looked up. She spread her feet as wide as she could in the circle in a bracing stance, took a deep breath, and her jaw swung down to release a powerful roar that sent the ball flying like a cannon shot and forced all the students and both teachers to cover their ears.
She can also roar with enough force that the wind pressure will blow away obstacles in her path. Make sure your ears don't pop!
As everyone stared in awe, Tategami was enveloped in that swirling cloud and was back to normal. She fell to her knees, panting as if she'd just run a marathon.
"Five hundred and thirty-three meters," Jiro reported, showing them the tablet.
"Your demo is done," Aizawa said. "The real test begins now. Line up for the fifty-meter dash."
Katsuma was sweating as they lined up along the fifty-meter dash track. He tried to get past it by focusing on the other students and how they used their Quirks. One thing he'd figured out during his "pre-UA" training alongside his physical conditioning and martial arts was tactics, which would include Quirk analysis. He wasn't near Mr. Deku's level and, while a huge fan of heroes, lacked the sheer enthusiasm for Quirks that he'd read Deku possessed, but he knew for a fact that his Quirk was not suited for direct combat … and so he had striven to work smarter as well as harder.
Which was exactly why he was so nervous. He had some ideas of how he could boost his scores, but they were mostly theoretical. It seemed he was about to test those theories in real time.
He did keep his eyes on his classmates, though, and was impressed with how they worked. A girl with spider legs simply ran, moving with deceptive speed. One guy held out his hands and flew along the track like he was attached to a bungee cord, though he slammed into the motion tracker by the finish line instead of the actual track. Another boy grew wings on his wrists, ankles, and the sides of his head and literally flew along the ground. A boy with square glasses stretched his legs to complete it in one step. A girl with blue hair simply walked, each step teleporting her several meters and leaving afterimages in her place. Heck, Kota held his hands at his sides, palms-back, and blasted jets of water from his palms that sent him flying like one of those jetpack things, with an aggressive whoop.
And that was only some of the twenty.
Eri and Satsuki were two of the last, only ahead of Katsuma and his partner, who looked like a tall, skinny moth with a topknot of white hair, his charcoal wings draped over him like a cloak until he raised them in preparation to fly. "Sup?" he asked with his very- human mouth below sky-blue compound eyes, his voice somehow both raspy and reassuring.
"Sup," Katsuma responded, his voice wavering with his nerves. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He activated his Quirk, focusing it upon the muscles of his arms, legs, and core. He opened his eyes again and watched as Eri pelted down the track, while Satsuki bound along like the frog she resembled. She made a really good time, while Eri made … average?
He glanced at his companion, who was fluttering his moth wings in preparation. He closed his eyes and kept focusing on his Quirk.
Katsuma Shimano.
Quirk: Cell Activation. He can stimulate and accelerate the production and activity of cells of the body, allowing for heightened regeneration, recovery time, and physical performance. He can use it on any blood type, including on himself. Using it too much wears him out, though.
The physicians and medics at the clinic back home had helped him think up quite a few uses for his Quirk besides healing people. As it turned out, "activating cells" could have a few creative uses … when applied to specific types of cells. Such as the muscle cells in his limbs and torso that he was fortifying with extra layers. Or the bone marrow he was stimulating to produce more blood cells to enrich his blood with oxygen.
"Go!"
Katsuma bolted without a second thought. He ignored everything but the sight of the finish line and the rush of wind in his ears. He didn't even notice the deep flapping noises of his racing partner's wings. Time seemed distorted as he ran and crossed the finish line, and he bent over and settled his hands on his knees before consciously righting himself and holding his hands behind his head to catch his breath.
"That was amazing, Katsuma!" He looked over and found Eri smiling at him with stars in her eyes. "I didn't know your Quirk made you glow like that. It looked so cool!" He smiled back and rubbed the back of his head, his face now flushed from more than just the sprint.
"Five point-four-two seconds," Kota commented. "Meh."
"Hey, I got six-point-three-three," Eri said, crossing her arms and propping a hip like a scolding big sister. A comparison that Katsuma could make very confidently.
"What about you, Satsuki?" Katsuma asked.
"Five point-four-three," she replied. "And I've told you to call me Suki."
"Right," Katsuma laughed. "Sorry, Suki." He looked at Kota. "What'd you get, Kota?"
"Four point-three-nine," Kota said with a splayed hand on his chest and clear pride in himself.
"Well, that's only one event," Satsuki said bluntly. "Seven more to go."
The next event was grip strength, and Eri knew she'd be above-average. Shinso and Mr. Aizawa had put her to training her grip for years, on the reasoning that holding onto her capture scarf was a life-or-death skill. She squeezed as hard as she could and wound up with fifty-two kilos.
She glanced around at some of the other testers to gauge their results. The huge, cocky guy had a Quirk that either turned him into bronzy-metal or covered him with it and seemingly increased his strength — so many hero hopefuls seemed to have strength-enhancing Quirks that it was unreal — and actually broke his reader. He boasted about it, flashing poses that admittedly made him look like a bronze Roman statue and overall trying to show off.
Another boy whose Quirk somehow made him able to turn at least two body parts into robotic limbs did nearly so well, but kept it to himself.
She looked down at her grip reader with a faint frown before shaking it off and moving to return it to Ms. Jiro. They had more events to do.
For the standing long jump, Eri watched with a smile as Satsuki leapt with all of her considerable strength and made it well past the sandbox.
Satsuki Asui.
Quirk: Frog. She can do pretty much anything a frog can, but better. She can jump crazy high, stick to anything, use her sixty-three foot prehensile tongue, change her coloring to camouflage herself, and maybe even more. There's a few tricks even her big sis doesn't have.
Eri kept an eye as more students went up. The girl with spider legs actually jumped a crazy distance, if horizontally. Maybe she had something like Satsuki that she could do what a lot of spiders could. Weren't there jumping spiders in the world?
A few who had wings flew until Jiro called them down. She actually had to blast sound waves to knock down the guy who could grow wings all over his body.
Kota, that closet show-off, used his water spouts to propel himself into the sky and well over the sandbox, too.
Even Katsuma got a pretty good score with a jump that had to be Olympic. Though she was a bit worried when he was panting really hard afterwards.
"You're up, Eri," Jiro said, her tone gentler than with the others. Ms. Jiro — Kyoka — had known Eri since she'd been a six-year-old rescued from the Shie Hassaikai, after all. They went way back, well over half of Eri's lifetime, for more reasons than one. Eri nodded and stepped forward, but stopped and waved for Aizawa's attention. He looked at her and she unobtrusively fiddled with the capture scarf looped over her shoulders. He gave a faint shake of his head, his expression unchanged, and her stomach plummeted.
Oh well. She ran and made the leap anyway, and made it maybe six feet. Not bad at all for a high schooler, but still …
Next came the side-to-side stepping, which only the girl with teleporting steps had a Quirk suited for. So Eri was in the high percentile for that one!
And then came the ball throw, which everyone was psyched about since Tategami's initial demonstration. As she had already gotten her results, Tategami was standing on the sidelines, her solid golden-brown eyes watching with — dare Eri think it — cat-like curiosity.
Eri had to admit that this would be the best event to show the outright effects of all of her classmates' Quirks. At least their physical effects. Lemillion always told her to learn as much as you can, about both your enemies and your allies. The prior to anticipate and counter what they could do; the latter to understand how you or others can work together.
The students took their places in a line, ready to step up. The first was Kota, who wound up with a smirk. He threw, and a gout of water from his hand blasted the ball into the far distance.
Kota Izumi.
Quirk: Water Gun. He can shoot water from his hands in bursts or streams with incredible force and accuracy. Think a firehose only even stronger.
"Seven hundred and one meters," Jiro reported.
"Hell yeah!" Kota cheered, raising his fist like a champion. Eri and the rest clapped for him and welcomed him back in line, letting the girl with spider legs come next. She produced a line of webbing from her spinneret and looped it around the ball, then spun it in a circle like an old-fashioned sling and launched it a fair way. Another girl grew plate-like scales out of the tiny scales that covered her body and threw with enhanced strength. The boy with extending legs grew his arm the same way and lashed it around for a good toss.
A few students who could fly rose as high as they could and threw their balls, getting decent distance. The big guy who turned to bronze tossed his ball about five-hundred meters. A boy attached a metal brace around his ball and it blasted from his hand a long way. Another boy asked someone to throw his ball at him from a few feet away, and when it touched his hand it was repelled backward even faster to get about two-hundred meters. Another student blasted his ball away with a swirling disc of fire, of all things. A girl grew a crossbow from her forearm and blasted it with that. And a few others had regular throws.
Satsuki used her tongue to throw and got a really good reading. Katsuma's upper body began to glow with a shimmering green aura that she'd seen on him during the fifty-meter dash and he threw at about one-hundred fifty meters.
Finally, it was Eri's turn and she threw with all of her might. "Fifty meters," Jiro reported.
'Damn it,' Eri thought bitterly.
Next came sit ups, where Satsuki held her feet and Eri made an above-average showing again before returning the favor.
Then the endurance run. This one was interesting because Aizawa emphasized the run part, meaning that flyers had to be on the ground, too. They didn't do great. One boy formed a whirlpool in the ground of the track and had it carry him along a ways before running the old-fashioned way. The boy with stretching legs extended them for longer strides, but still tired quickly.
Given she had been taking long runs since she was a little girl — having joined Lemillion on many of his runs even at age seven, and Lemillion cheerfully carrying her when she got too tired during those tender years — she had another decent showing. She slowly outstripped Kota and Satsuki, both of them bowing out after several laps around the track.
One by one, the others quit and stood within the oval of the track … except for Katsuma. He kept a level pace, not quite sprinting, but certainly running. When he began to struggle, that shimmering green aura appeared around him and he sped back up, a determined smile on his face. Eventually, Eri had to bow out, too, but Katsuma kept going for another several laps to everyone's amazement.
When he finally stumbled to a reluctant stop on Aizawa's orders, hands behind his head to catch his breath, Eri gasped at the dark circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted, like he was stopping a long day's labor rather than an endurance test.
Last of all came the seated toe touch. Unlike even the side-step, no one had a remarkable showing or were able to use their Quirks for that one. Well, that wasn't really true if you looked at Satsuki, who did stretch long past everyone else.
Finally, it was time for the results. Everyone gathered together and Jiro projected the rankings on a holographic screen. Eri looked through and — as she had expected — found her ranking at the bottom. She sighed through her nose and braced herself for the bomb to drop. Wait for it …
"And for the record," Aizawa said, "no one's expelled or gets supplementary classes." He grinned again. "Call that a motivational deception."
Most of the class shouted in surprise, except for Eri, Kota, and Satsuki who had kind of seen that coming. Katsuma actually stumbled at the news, eyes wide with relief. And a quick glance at Eri showed it wasn't relief for himself, but for her, which warmed her heart. Eri nodded back to him with a tight smile, but her heart still felt heavy at ranking at the bottom.
"That's ridiculous!" thundered the large boy, and he pointed at Eri. "She ranked lowest! She didn't even use her Quirk once. Clearly she can't cut it in the hero course."
"That's not your judgment to make," Aizawa said firmly.
"That's also not a very heroic attitude," Jiro commented, her arms crossed and earphone jack rising dangerously.
"Why don't you shut up, asshole?" Kota snarled at the large boy, his palms steaming.
"Keep your thoughts to yourself," Satsuki piped up, her voice croaking warningly. "No one asked."
"It's fine," Eri said, a crazy idea forming in her head as she stepped toward the big boy. "What's your name?"
"Yayoi," the boy said gruffly, apparently unable to pass up an opportunity to proclaim himself. "Kin Yayoi!" he boomed, hooking his thumb at himself with bravado.
"What will ease your mind about this?" Eri asked innocently, folding her hands behind her back and widening her eyes to look naive and non-threatening.
"… A duel," Yayoi said with a small, dark smile. "I win, you leave voluntarily. You win, I'll drop the subject."
"That's not gonna happen," Aizawa said, though without his usual bite or even triggering his Quirk to look more threatening. He met Eri's gaze and gave the very faintest nod. He knew what she was up to and the choice was up to her.
"It's fine, Mr. Aizawa," Eri said. "Sounds fair enough." She removed her capture scarf and tossed it without looking toward Satsuki, who caught it with a wink and a smile. She glanced over at the boys, Kota grinning darkly and Katsuma looking ever-more concerned for her. Eri offered him another smile to try and comfort him and then settled into a combat stance, arms loose and ready to engage. Motes of yellow-white light began to fall from her horn as she tapped into the barest hints of her power.
Yayoi scoffed and orange-brown metal began to spread like oil from under his gym shirt and over his arms, neck, and head, glinting in the sunlight and turning him into a burnished bronze statue. He placed his hands on his knees and stomped each of his feet, like a sumo wrestler ready to fight, the ground shaking beneath the force.
Kin Yayoi.
Quirk: Statuesque. He can cover his body in a tough, coppery metal that protects him from harm and enhances his already impressive strength.
Yayoi shouted and lunged with a straight punch. But Eri had seen that coming. She was Lemillion's younger sister and he had taught her well in how to anticipate her opponents. Eri pivoted on one heel to just evade his line of motion, grabbing his wrist as he passed … and in an instant, Yayoi's metallic coating disappeared. She finished her maneuver by guiding him forward in the same, smooth movement and twisting his arm behind his back, forcing him to bend forward and smashing his face into the track below.
"What? No! How?!" he demanded, his voice a bit muffled with one cheek pressed against the dirt.
"Gunhead martial arts," Eri said sweetly, applying more pressure to his arm. "Uravity taught me."
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he wailed. "You're breaking my arm!"
"Nah, just almost dislocating it," Eri replied in the same dangerously sweet tone. "Now how about two out of three?" She released him and stepped back, letting him get back to his feet and massage his shoulder. Without warning, he spun and bellowed like a bull before charging with wild swings. Eri ducked, spun, and wove around his blows for a long minute before slapping aside one of his swings, her Quirk reverting him back to normal again.
"Hah!" he scoffed. "You think-?" But his taunt broke into a pained grunt, his eyes bulging with shocked pain as Eri stepped forward, braced her stance, and punched him square in his unprotected belly. He crumpled to the ground, moaning with pain, and Eri placed her foot on his shoulder, lifted an arm to the air and shouted at the top of her lungs, "POWER!"
Again, she was Lemillion's little sister.
"That's two out of three," Aizawa commented. "Everyone remember to grab a copy of the syllabus from the classroom. Then you're free to go."
"Oh my gosh, that was amazing!" Katsuma said excitedly, running his hands back through his hair as the group made their way back to the school and its locker rooms. "That pivot was textbook perfect! And the armlock was brilliant for handling someone of his size! And that last punch to the gut-!" Katsuma mimed the punch with perfect stance and form. "Just awesome!" He rubbed his hands over his arms with bright enthusiasm. "I got chills!"
"Yeah, we know she's awesome," Kota agreed. "Now would you shut up about it?" God, he hadn't shut up since they'd started back. Of course Eri was awesome, they all knew that. Guess it was just fresh for this kid.
"I'm surprised you weren't curious about how he turned back to normal," Satsuki commented.
"Oh, that's easy," Katsuma said brightly. "She used Rewind to revert him to a few seconds before, when he hadn't activated his Quirk yet."
Eri Togata.
Quirk: Rewind. With the power stored in her horn, she can revert any living thing to any previous state of being. She can fix injuries, restore lost body parts, reverse transformations, rewind someone out of existence, and even temporarily or permanently disrupt Quirks. She can't use it on herself, though.
Oh yeah, they'd discussed their Quirks the night before.
"But her skills were amazing!" Katsuma resumed, looking at Eri. "I don't care what that leaderboard said, Eri. You're amazing."
Eri blushed at the praise and ducked her head a bit to hide it behind her hair.
Kota narrowed his eyes at that little interaction, the gears in his head turning. Then he brushed it to the back of his mind and thought about his own number one spot on the same leaderboard to cheer himself up.
An annoying new member of their group or not, it looked like this was going to be a great school year.
Chapter four is here! What'd you all think of the Quirk Apprehension Test? And some glimpses at other students and their Quirks? (I don't usually like to outright ask, but please do leave a review if you've liked the work so far. I would really appreciate hearing the thoughts of my readers, as long as they're not flames.)
*Kin Yayoi ended up becoming something of an adaptation of a young Escanor from the manga/anime "Seven Deadly Sins." That was not the original intent, but the facets of his character came together until it just happened and I decided to run with it. My brother actually suggested the character's Quirk, though he described it as golden - but the idea that it's bronze and he tries to make himself seem more impressive than he is took root in my head and I couldn't let it go.
*The girl with the Guardian Lion Quirk's name translates to "deep red" and "mane." I was originally going to give her red hair, mostly as a personal reference to Mufasa and Simba of "The Lion King," but decided to keep a light-brown to golden color scheme. Her Quirk is based on one found in MHA: Vigilantes (Vol. 6, Ch. 37) - I just shrunk it down and gave it some extra detail to build it to heroic levels. And yes, her Guardian Lion form has a mane even though she's female. The female statues have manes, too, so I ran with that.
*Students' names will come up more in the following chapters. Not all of them will get a ton of characterization, but some of them will. Coming up with so many OCs as hero students really makes you feel for Horikoshi and understand why not all the canon students have the same amount of focus. It's HARD!
*The moth guy named Steve Silver looks like a skinny Mothman - a cryptid from West Virginia, where Steve is from - or like Big Chill from "Ben 10: Alien Force" with long white hair in a topknot and sky-blue eyes.
*I took the liberty of blending Satsuki's Quirk explanation between Tsuyu's and Mirko's, mostly the "can do it all, but better." Is Satsuki's Quirk more powerful than Tsu's? We'll have to wait and see …
*The idea of a young Eri joining Lemillion on his morning runs actually comes from me. When I was young, I would join my grandfather on his runs and we would talk about agriculture, science, history, and anything else that crossed his mind. They're some of my fondest memories.
*I've honestly never understood how Modoriya ended up in last place in the QAT. He had an excellent showing in the ball toss and ten months of exercise that molded him into a mini-Adonis would certainly have kept him above those who had no strong applications for their Quirks. I'm mostly thinking of Hagakure. In the same way, Eri got last place, only because every other student had at least one superhuman showing.
*I had fun exploring some less obvious applications for our main character's Quirks. Can you tell? We'll be seeing more of them all, don't you worry~
As always, I hope it was a fun read! Please leave a review if you liked it! And may your own inspirations flow freely!
