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A quiet, quiet day

Masaki Sako wins!

After hearing Wolfsboon’s gravelly voice from the speakers, he took the opportunity to get some much needed rest, plopping down on the ground with his legs splayed and his arms supporting him. He internally cheered that he won, the feathered boy rather proud of the plan he had made up on the fly. He’d have to adjust it a little bit so people didn’t get electrocuted as badly, and he didn’t have a way to power it himself. But that was a thought for another time, he felt just a little bit too gross to be working on another plan right now.

The feathered boy furiously rubbed his tearing eyes as he sat up in alarm when he heard a goddamn building go down…. probably because of Takakutou, when waves of nausea overwhelmed him, and he slumped back down, now flat on the ground, his arm thrown over his face.

Sako had figured something like this was going to happen eventually, considering how much cursing he had heard through the radio from Takakutou until her mic finally cut out. The teachers had apparently forgotten to turn off the mics connected to the speakers from the viewing room, and Sako chuckled at “Shaved 5 years off my life,” because honestly, that was an entire mood.

With Sako’s eyes closed, he could hear so much more, and he heard… cawing. A strange sound, something that wouldn’t normally be there in a fake urban city, the students normally scared off any and all wildlife really quickly. Then voices from the speakers rang out and Sako’s eyes snapped open, still watering, squinting against the sunlight. This was an emergency. “1-B, get out of here!” said Wolfsboon sternly, unable to completely veil the panic in his voice.

“1-A? Kids?” cried Aurora anxiously.

Lackadaisy spoke with calm authority, as she delivered her instructions. “All students, please evacuate to the train station immediately. Follow your teachers' instructions.”

Sako pushed himself off the ground, shaking his head to get rid of any lingering tiredness or dizziness. He.. couldn’t quite see where he was supposed to be going but he could tell a lot of people were moving in that direction, so he followed the best he could, finally catching up to the tail end of the group, the other kids chatting quietly, and he was pretty sure that was Takakutou itching for a fight over there, but it just as well be one of the others too.

Buckskin was waiting for them at the train station, his face pinched and tight. He cleared his throat to catch their attention, and when he did. He spoke. “I’m afraid our train is out of commission right now, and we will need to be walking through the tunnels to get to a safe area. Lackadaisy-”

BOOM!

A muffled boom was heard from behind them, a wave of earth rippling across the city. It might’ve been Lackadaisy, or it could have been the villain. No one knew.

Sako flinched minorly, and moved closer to the center of the group. That wasn’t something he wanted to deal with anytime soon.

The deer man cleared his throat, looking more worried than before. “Lackadaisy is holding them off, we need to be going as soon as possible.” The deer man scanned the crowd, doing a headcount, while their homeroom teachers came up behind them.

“We have everyone. Let’s go.” said Wolfsboon, his face twisted with worry.

Takakutou exploded. “What? Why are we leaving? We can help fight the villains!”

Buckskin sighed. “Lackadaisy has it handled, none of you are qualified to fight villains.”

“But-”

Ozen had come up behind her, and covered her mouth with a hand. Takakutou tried to shake her off, but it was unfortunately not possible, the teallette standing firm.

“I’ve got her. Let’s go-”

Boom!”

“Before anything else collapses.” Ozen led the way into the tunnel, her posture rigid and strong, before she paused, and the teachers went ahead of her. She waited until the rest of the students began streaming in, and situated herself in the middle of the crowd, a beacon of teal within the students.

Before he entered, Wolfsboon made his signature Lupins, and after assessing the injuries, he told Koatsu and Senshi to get on, both of whom had suffered major injuries in the matches, with glass sticking out of Senshi’s side, and Koatsu having broken both legs again.

“I don’t need to get on! I healed myself see- ” he protested, before Wolfsboon picked him up and plopped him onto one of the Lupins. “Hey!” Senshi melted into the Lupin, looking woozy.

Koatsu made a little patch of healing flame, which Sako quickly ran over to, but refrained from touching, scolding himself that there were others who needed it more, and they would enjoy it more than him, he was sure. Sugiyama, Yameru, and Moya all stepped into the flames, their bruised and broken bodies getting healed to a point, and so they were good enough to travel.

Sako stumbled as he followed the group, his head getting lighter and lighter, and like before, he shook it off and walked at the end of the group behind Lyrimon, as recognizable as ever even barely seeing her silhouette. As they left the entrance of the tunnel behind them it got darker and darker and darker, until soon, it was completely pitch black.

BOOM!

Every few minutes, the bombs went off again, muffled by the earth around them, and everyone froze for a moment.

Thump!

Sako watched as Senshi fell off the wolf they were riding on, the wound in their side reopening when they hit the ground. There was a steadily increasing pool of blood, and Wolfsboon cursed as he ran over with medical supplies, quickly wrapping up the wound. Ogura had come forward and conversed quietly with Buckskin as this happened. Whatever it was, Buckskin had seemed reluctant to let her do it, but Ogura had insisted.

And suddenly, there was one less lupin, and three less people. Ogura had teleported ahead with Unbreakable and Senshi, hopefully giving Senshi a better chance of not dying.

Now wasn’t that a scary thought.

Sako hurried ahead a little bit, catching up to Sugiyama and Lyrimon. He was at the very end of the group and didn’t want to get left behind.

BOOM!

Left, right, left, right. On and on and on and on-

Boom!

That last boom had shattered whatever serenity that Sako had been able to get from his repetition. He wanted comfort. He wanted to feel safe, if he just- a little one, the size of a candle flame. Surely it wouldn’t cause any harm?

He reached up to his eyes and touched, envisioning the soft orange and yellow light, the searing of his fingertips, it would be wonderful-

Sako shakily lowered his hand, clutching his wrist with his other hand, preventing the activation of his quirk. He shook his head. No fire. No fire. If he did that, he might kill everyone, kill himself, and- But it would make everyone feel better right? It’s so comfy, and warm, and bright, and it's dark and cold and unnerving down here.

Just do it.

He couldn’t- he said- he said- he can’t, he’ll kill everyone. They should rejoice in it too, but it wouldn’t keep them safe, not like it keeps him safe. He clutched his wrist harder he shouldn’t-

“Masaki, are you doing alright?”

Masaki looked up, startled at seeing Aurora. “Yes, I’m doing fine.”

She smiled at him, and patted his shoulder comfortingly. “That’s good. We still have a ways to go, but don’t worry. We’ll be just fine!”

“Yeah.” he replies distractedly.

“I’ll be coming around to make sure you’re all okay, so make sure you stay with the group, and I’ll see you later!” She ruffled his hair once more, and walked off humming a soft, cheerful song, her energy a beacon of light in the dreariness of their journey. It was good to have her.

Sako dully observed the sounds and sights around him, the kids quietly chattering, some holding hands, some off in their own heads, like him. Someone might have collapsed, but whoever it was was quickly helped onto a lumin, and so the consequence was not too huge. But the noise soon tapered off as the hours went by, everyone getting more and more tired until the sound of footsteps was the only thing that remained. It’s not like there was much light either, the few who glowed and the singular bright beam of light were blurry to him, and what else did he need to see except the path ahead of him?

“Dude, why’d you stop?”

All attention suddenly turned to Zeke, who was apologizing to Otsuka, as he had suddenly come to a stop.

“Ah, sorry Otsuka! I was just… Why are we walking next to a lethally electrified railroad?”

People started tittering at this new development with gasps and exclamations, while Aurora and Wolfsboon settled everyone down.

“We didn’t want to worry you guys. None of you were anywhere near it, and we didn’t feel a need to bring it up.”

“Except, y’know, that it might kill us isn’t a good enough reason?”

Wolfsboon sighed. The teachers were sighing a lot today, Sako noted. “We thought you guys would fare better traveling if you didn’t have another thing to add to the stressors we already had to deal with today. All of you were clumped together, and unless someone suddenly ran at the wall, even then, you might not have stepped on the rail. We’re sorry.”

Indeed, that seemed like a good enough reason to Sako, as the more skittish of their classes were going pale, and trembling at the very idea of it. But they continued on, working their way forwards.

Forwards. Forever and ever it seemed, they walked. And walked. And walked, the only changes were when Aurora came around to check on everyone, the soft humming of her song soothing them all.

There was a loud splat, and Sako watched as Lyrimon’s… arm came off, the one with the claw. She began slowly and steadily melting, cursing all the while Fuck, fuck, fuck, now is too soon we need to make it to end you stupid body- while Sugiyama stood to the side helplessly. Indeed, all of them were standing there helplessly, Aurora hurrying over to Lyrimon, before her head melted off, to quickly discuss what they could do. Their conversation was peppered with sounds of splats as her limbs disattached until she was mostly just a torso and a head, her extremities and her eyes quickly disappearing. A few with weaker stomachs retched, and Sako might have done the same if he hadn’t seen worse. They talked about maybe attaching her to a rock or something, Lyrimon managed a garbled plan before she completely melted into that pile of red oatmeal. As her head disappeared, everyone backed away as the goop started expanding to almost double in size, before it hardened with a solid shell around the outside.

Buckskin, Sheriff, and Ozen were going to stay behind, as they were some of the fastest among them, so when Lyrimon got out of her cocoon, the four of them would sprint their way to the end of the tunnels.

Four more gone. Quieter now. Hours had passed by now, he thinks. But he couldn’t be quite sure, the hours were blending into each other. Aurora had come around once more, and Sako could see her mouth moving, but he couldn’t tell what she was saying, and he couldn’t respond, his tongue was too heavy in his mouth and he couldn’t form the words. He couldn’t think. A simple gray haze was all he knew, dizziness and nausea and lethargy overwhelming him.

He had stopped moving, and there was a hand touching his shoulder. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, but it wasn’t enough this time. In fact, it made it worse, the slight glows of the people ahead of him swam in and out of his vision. Suddenly, he felt warm, so warm compared to the cold of the tunnel, and he basked in it for a moment, then the waves of dizziness hit him, causing him to struggle to stand and get his bearings, then grey overtook him. The feathered boy slumps bonelessly. This was going to be one of the harder falls from a fainting spell, he could tell.

Instead of waking up with a crash from when he hit the ground, he awoke in a much more gentle manner, lying on hard concrete with something soft tucked underneath his head. Aurora’s face was in view, looking worried.

“Hey Masaki. Are you doing okay? You fainted.. Again, from what I heard from Gakusa and Kemuri. Anyway, we can address that problem a little bit later.” She glanced up to Wolfsboon. If she left, he would be the only other authority figure except their nurse, and really, the nurse was younger then the students. “I’m sorry Masaki, but we really need to go. I can carry you for a little bit, okay?”

He blearily opened his eyes, and soon he was being princess carried towards the front of the crowd. Sugiyama had come running up demanding to help, and Aurora had relented. Sako piggy backed off her, and slowly recovered, closing his eyes.

There were whispers, just like the times other things had happened.

“Masaki looks so small…..”

“Don’t say that! He’s going to jump up and fight you or something.”

“Seriously, he’s super skinny. Y'know when he fell, Aurora had fretted over him being so light, even for someone of his height.”

“I told him not to overdo it. Why is he even doing this if it hurts him so badly? If it makes him fucking faint? If- If he can barely see?”

“Gakutori-nii, calm down.”

“He needs to stop, Tokachi. He’ll- hurt himself irreparably one of these days.”

“Like that one time he fell off my cloud… Gakusa’s right, his quirk is killing him.”

Sako scowled minutely at those assessments, he was doing just fine and he passed out from exhaustion.

The feathered boy wakes up, on the ground once more. This time, he had time to realize what was under his head. It was Wolfsboon’s scarf shawl thing, and everyone was sitting down, leaning against the wall or each other. They were still in the tunnel, but ahead of them, was the other end of the train station, with Buckskin talking on the phone, confirming a bus.

Everyone was exhausted, and most of the kids were sleeping, with the teachers vigilantly watching over them.

“Almost there guys, just a few more minutes, and then the bus will be here.”

Sako rubbed his eyes, but didn’t get up. “Is everyone okay?”

A few people turned to him, but it was Sugiyama that replied. “Yeah, everyone should be okay. Senshi went to the hospital, and Lyrimon, Ozen, and Sheriff arrived a few minutes ago. And Buckskin’s over there. So yeah, as good as we’re going to get.”

Sako frowned. “How long did I sleep?”

“Just two or three hours! Not too long!”

Sako started sputtering, and he pushed himself up. “What? You carried me for a few hours? You should have just dropped me or woken me up or something, you didn’t need to do that!”

Sugiyama poked him in the forehead, effectively shutting him up. “You looked pretty comfy, and besides, I’m pretty strong, and you weigh basically nothing. It all worked out.” She said this, but Sako took note of the slump of her shoulders, and frowned accordingly.

“Ah.. I guess so. Thank you.”

The two chatted some more as they waited for the bus to arrive, aimless little things, their favorite foods, little things like that.

“Hey Sugiyama, how do you know Lyrimon? You said today was your first day, right?” He had been wondering about that for a while.

“Yeah, today was my first day! She’s my sister. So I would hope I know her pretty well.”

They don’t have the same last name, Sako thought, but it wasn't like he wanted to open a can of worms right now. Maybe it was like with Gakusa and Tokachi. “That’s cool. It must be nice to have siblings, huh?”

Sugiyama opened her mouth to reply, when the bus arrived. “I guess our ride is here. Come on, let’s go.” She offered a hand to Sako, and he took it, pulling himself up. “Let’s sit together, okay?”

He smiled. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Everyone settles onto the bus, the teachers situated in the back to keep a watch out presumably. Lyrimon grabbed a seat as soon as possible, tired from having to sprint all the way back to the end of the tunnel. Sugiyama slid in after her, and Sako did the same shortly after. They were big seats, so there was room for everyone, even with all of Lyrimon’s extra limbs.

“‘Kay. I just spent the last hour sprinting, so we’re going to be playing Uno, got it?”

Sako smiled. Finally, someone he could understand. “ Hell yeah, let’s go.”

Sugiyama nodded, fidgeting with the tear in her shirt.

Lyrimon grinned fiercely, and swiftly dealt out cards for a brutal, backstabbing game of Uno. Their worries were lost in the cards as they played, but even as Sako and Lyrimon hyped each other up, Sugiyama appeared to get more and more tired until she finally folded.

“Okay, I need a break for a little bit. I’m folding.”

“No worries!” said Sako, “You’re good.”

The two kept playing, shouting and cursing somewhat loudly as they went.

“BITCH! WHERE’D YOU PULL ALL THOSE SKIPS FROM?”

“I DUNNO, BUT IM WINNING SO IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER!”

Sako was having a lot of fun, but as the game ended and Lyrimon was packing up the cards, he noticed Sugiyama picking at her clothes frantically. Specifically at the tear. He turned to her and asked, “Sugiyama, you need some help with that?”

Sugiyama looked up at him. “Yeah, that would be nice. I can sew it up, I just don’t have anything to work with.”

“Here I can help with that!” “Wait-” He began tapping his eye and activating his quirk, making a needle and cotton thread.

Lyrimon looked at him disapprovingly. “Sako, that was pretty fucking dumb of you. Stop using your quirk, you’re going to faint again or something.”

Sako waved her off dismissively. “One time out of many. I wasn’t even using my quirk.”

“Tsubame carried you.”

“It’s not like I had a choice. “

“Don’t be so fucking stupid. Your quirk is eating you alive. Remind me, I’ll stab you someday, the nutrient syringes are still in my room. You fucking faint a few times a week, that’s not normal, even if it was just from your quirk.”

“Like you can talk, you’re in pain, what, 93% of the time? You-”

Sugiyama cut in silently, taking the needle and thread from Sako. “Stop it. Both of you are stupid.”

“-And it’s not like I can take it back now. So there.” finished Sako smugly.

Sugiyama was struggling to get the needle through the fabric due to the awkward angle, and where the tear was located.

“Here, let me help you with that.” He reached over and took the threaded needle.

She turns slightly. “You know how to sew?”

“Yeah,” he said, pushing the needle through the thick fabric. “I like to sew a lot, clothing mostly.”

Her voice lights up. “Nice! I’m better at embroidery myself, but clothing is really fun. Like skirts and stuff.”

He quickly pushes the needle in and out, a smooth, practiced motion. “I like skirts, they’re a lot easier than making pants, at least for me anyway. It’s hard to make a skirt look bad. I made a bunch of things for Lyrimon recently, right?”

The two looked over to Lyrimon, but she was fast asleep.

“Well anyway, I made her some tank tops that have snaps up and down the seams for her mutations.’

Sugiyama nodded approvingly. “Mutation quirks are hard to adjust for, but that’s really clever! I had to do something like that too, once, I had to adjust a hat design for ox horns.”

Sako stuck his tongue out a little as he knotted the final stitch. “That’s really cool! Have you ever tried making….”

The two talked thoroughly about their various sewing adventures, Sako regaling her with tales about the time he tried to make a sleeve for the first time, and Sugiyama sharing her love of wolves, and described her embroidery to him.

The two were interrupted by a certain someone coming over.

“Masaki! How you doing?” It was Funkee, who had come down the aisle from the front of the bus, waving. Sugiyama had gone completely still, Masaki observed.

“Funkee! Nice to see you, I’m doing well. What cha doing back here?” He shifted slightly to be a little more in front of Sugiyama, not that it changed much when he was so short.

“I wanted to ask you something.” He said. “I thought you had an illusion quirk? But if you did, how’d you shock the cloud girl? There’s no way electricity can go through an illusion, even if you’re able to make the illusion feel real.. Right?”

Sako stifled a laugh. “No, no. You definitely got it the first time, I have an illusion quirk.”

“Electricity doesn’t work that way Masaki.”

He laughed harder, and put up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, not exactly an illusion quirk, but not that far off either. It’s a surprise, so you’ll have to find out on your own.”

Funkee looked confused, but he backed off a little. “Alright. If you say so. I thought I got everyone’s quirks pretty down pat. Like Tokachi’s a bunny that can turn into a human, right? And… Yasashii has some kind of mental quirk, right? Maybe some kind of berserker mode? There has to be a good reason they jumped out that window right?”

Sako pressed his lips tightly together to smother a smile, and pretended to busy himself with making a small pair of scissors to trim the thread coming off of Sugiyama’s shirt. “Yup! You got it! It’s just.. Don’t be surprised if they react weirdly to you guessing their quirks. Some people do that sometimes.”

“Um. Okay then Masaki, I’ll talk to you later then?” asked Funkee.

“Yeah! See you around!” replied Sako.

As soon as Funkee was as out of earshot as he was going to get, Sako dissolved into chuckles, eliciting confusion from Sugiyama. “Why are you laughing? If he was right?”

“I told him that I had an illusion quirk,” he choked out between wheezes, “and he still believes me, oh my gosh, and he was so far off with all of the other guesses he made.”

She looked just as confused as Funkee did, but ended up shrugging.

“I know I seem crazy but that’s really amusing. Really! Anyway, I wonder where we’re going.”

The two glanced out the window over the sleeping Lyrimon. “Damn. They took us to U.A.”

Everyone started loading off the bus. There was a figure in front of the door. “Lackadaisy! You’re okay!”

“I sure am!” and indeed, she looked almost perfectly fine, except for her hair being a bit messed up, and a scratch on her cheek. “Hey Principal, mind letting us in?”

A voice came from the other side of the intercom. “Yeah, yeah, hold on.”

Buckskin turned to the crowd of students. “Now kids, we’re guests here, I want you to treat U.A. and its facilities with your utmost respect. Don’t destroy anything, don’t antagonize the students, and if anything goes wrong, get one of us. Don’t try to fix it yourself.”

A gruff, familiar voice came from the now open gate. “Don’t worry Buck, they can’t be any worse then the hell class was.” He addressed the students with a slightly manic looking smile. “Welcome to U.A., Taiyuu students.”

Lots of people started chattering, after all, UA was a much more famous school then Taiyuu certainly. Sometimes during that, Aizawa began leading the group to the extra dorms.

Sako was surprised at the fact they even had extra dorms, it was a little strange, and seemed like a waste of money, but he stayed quiet. Our classes are so small compared to UA’s. Our entire school fits into a dorm meant for one class, he thought.

“Keep in mind that there a few of you will have to double up in the dorms to fit, these were made for a class of 20 people. “

As soon as Aizawa finished speaking, Sako immediately went ahead of the group to grab a room for himself. He opened the door, and shut it quickly and quietly. He rubbed his eyes, his contacts had fallen out sometime during the walk through the tunnels, it was very, very hard to see anything at the moment. So instead, he resolved to flop down on the bed and die for a little bit. He sat straight up as there was a knock on his door. He grumbled, but made it over to the door and cracked it open, revealing one Sugiyama.

She smiled as he opened the door and waved. "Masaki! Hi! Didn't mean to bother you, but I wanted to ask about the stitches?" She points at her sleeve where the tear, now newly reopened was located.

He blinked and took a moment to process. "Oh yeah, it's uh. Just my quirk. Doesn't last forever, just a temporary sort of thing. Sorry about that."

The pinkette nodded and sighed. "It's fine. I never would have expected that! Anyway, the other reason I came down here was to ask if you wanted to come join the sleepover downstairs? We managed to get everyone to come. Or most everyone, I think."

Masaki hesitated. "I guess so? I… yeah. I'll come."

"Great! Grab a pillow and some sheets, we're in the common room."

She left, and he headed back into the room to grab some stuff. It was going to be nice to be around people again, even if he just spent the last couple hours with them straight. It was going to be more peaceful, more chill. It would be nice.

It was odd for him. Going to this school and participating in all these spars meant it wasn't practical to have his wings up all the time. They were lightweight, but. Always so heavy, always such a burden. Lately, without them…. It's been light. Freeing almost, not having to keep them up. Not having to endure any stares from wonderful "high society" about how he wasn't quite refined enough, or where he got all those odd burn markings from.

It was nice.

He shook himself off from those thoughts and gathered his things. Not good to stay in one place for too long, lest he sink back into a stew of thoughts.

Downstairs, there was a whole thing going on, everyone gathered in little groups, much more subdued than usual. They spoke in low murmurs, and it appeared that they had already gained permission to have the sleepover, because the teachers were gone.

Sako himself didn't say anything, didn't want to break the level of noise they were at. Instead he simply curled up near the base of the small couch. It was comfortable with his back to the wall and a low hum of noise taking over his thoughts. And comforted, he drifted off..

Sako wakes up, disoriented. He quickly swivels around to look, and oh. He's at the U.A. dorms, right. Glancing through the room, it appears that everyone is still here based on the number of colorful blobs in his sight. He sits up, wincing at the stiffness from sleeping on the floor and from his scars. He stretches his joints carefully, hoping that it will be flexible enough for him to move throughout the day, and for their spar later in the morning. He feels around for his glasses and well.. Nothing. Because his glasses are back in the dorms at Taiyuu. Just his shitty luck, wonderful. So no sight, and painful moving for a solid three days. Nice.

He slaps himself lightly, and moves out of his pile on the floor, as quietly as possible. He gets to the kitchen where an exhausted looking Yasashii is sitting, and nods to him. Yasashii, holding a mug of coffee waves back, and Sako moves on to the fridge to get something to eat. He squints to see the contents of the container… and there's just enough ingredients for miso soup in there, along with a bag of rice sitting by the door.

Grabbing the ingredients, he sets out to make enough soup and rice for his classmates. After a few minutes of prep, and several minutes of waiting for everything to cook, he makes a ladle with his quirk, and pours some into a bowl he found, filling it with both rice and soup. He hears people coming in and curses, finishing the rest of his food quickly, before heading out to get ready for the day.

"Ow!"

And oops, looks like someone picked up his fabricated ladle. Whoops.

Wolfsboon and Aurora were telling the remaining students to make sure everyone knew that they had to clean up before they left for class in the morning, and that there were parents there to deliver clothing and food.

Some of the kids quickly popped out of the kitchen or the commons to run to the door, coming back inside after a moment with fresh clothes and bags. Otsuka was coming around with goodie bags her mother had made, and as soon as Sako accepted it, he slipped inside his room to take a small break.

He took a deep breath. One, two. One, two. And then he slipped back out of his room and joined the crowd heading out to Gym Gamma, where Aizawa introduced them to the area, recounting a story of his hell class. Sako only really snapped to attention when his teachers said, something something "-present for you!"

And lo and behold, behind the teachers were piles of cases, their hero costumes. Sako himself felt vaguely uncomfortable with the idea. He didn't have any idea of what he wanted with his costume. Hopefully it would look okay.

They headed out to the locker rooms, and he pulled out the various parts of his costume. Loose, baggy pants with ombre green and pink feathers on the sides of the legs. A black cropped tank top, with three circles like bullseyes on his chest. And these light, reinforced plastic metal sleeves, strangely heavy, weighed down by bits of materials on the inside. Different metals, woods, glasses, and plastics made up the inside in little squares. The outsides made him look like a robot, all grey metal and colored veins going up and down the sleeves.

The best part of his costume was the shooter on his hand. A round metal contraption, that could shoot objects in the shape of a disk. Best of all, he could make his own projectiles.

He headed back out, his opponent already on the mat.

"Hey Masaki! How ya doing?" Called Kottoba.

"Im doing just fine!" He called back. "These hero costumes are pretty cool, yeah?"

"Definitely! They're dope as hell! Look at this big ass speaker i have!"

She gestured wildly at her speaker, and Aurora began counting down for their spars.

"3… 2…. 1…. Go!"

Masaki fabricated earplugs in his ears, blocking out whatever insult Kottoba was about to have him hear.

But of course, ear plugs arent perfect, and sound still came through them, especially with the aforementioned big ass speaker doing most of the work for her.

"-never going to grow!"

He winced slightly. Come on guys, it's getting old being insulted for his height.

She frowns for a moment, and tries again, but Sako's already running at her, unable to hear her over the pounding of his own footsteps. They carefully dance around each other, Kottoba still attempting to insult him while dodging, and Sako going for her joints. He carefully aims, and flexes his hand, releasing a disc. It surprises her enough that he's able to slip behind her and push her knees forward, while simultaneously grabbing her shoulders so she would fall to the floor. And she did, landing uncomfortably to the floor. She blinks up at him, and he looks down at her, both gobsmacked, though one far more smug then the other by the fact this little 4'6 kid was able to take down anyone, much less Kottoba.

He helped her to her feet.

"Nice job Masaki. Never thought you had it in you."

"Yeah? And what about all the times you told me I was going to go feral or die or something someday?"

She shrugs. "I guess today was the day. Alright, I'll see ya later, I wanna get changed. I regret putting so much Kevlar in this stupid suit."

He laughs. He could have told her that. "Alright, see you Kottoba!"

He rubs his eyes as they tear up again, and wanders over to where the teachers are. Then all the lights flicker out with a loud buzz.

"FUNKEE. WHAT THE FUCK."

"SORRY!"

An emergency generator must've kicked in, because the lights come back on, and all the teachers are either worried or sighing, unsurprisingly.

"Well. They aren't any worse than my students were, so they should be fine." Says Aizawa to Wolfsboon's stricken look.

The last of the students finished sparring soon after the power outage and Sako spotted Aizawa gently putting eye drops in his eyes, and he walked over.

"Aizawa-sensei, where did you get those eye drops? I need some while I'm here."

Aizawa looks down and over at him. " I got these from the convenience store down the road. Here take some." He pulls a bottle out of his pockets, and offers it to Sako, who takes it, and pockets it gratefully.

"Thank you very much! I'm sorry I had to ask you, we left all our stuff back at our dorms when we left. Sometimes i get really bad dry eye from my quirk and it sucks."

Aizawa nodded thoughtfully. He got that, and expressed the notion to Sako before turning back to the crowd of students around the teacher now.

"All you kids look like you'll do just fine. Don't destroy anything, and we'll be good, okay? Welcome to U.A."

@taiyuu-high-oct

#Masaki Sako #Funkee Zeke #Lyrimon Spellman #Sugiyama Tsubame #Taiyuu OCT

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Round 2 But It Actually Works

Wow imagine getting your round done – characters featured in order of appearance: Tokachi Ameko, Sugiyama Tsuki, Inoue Hiraku, Grigori Vai, Takakutou Shakou, Spellman, Lyrimon (mentioned), Hiyasu Shimokizu (mentioned), Funkee, Zeke, Otsuka Aimi (mentioned), Fuji Hotaru, Seishin Tamashi, Yukino Zoe, Tokei Yameru (mentioned), Gakusa Oh, Fujinuma Ozen (mentioned), Ogura Svetlana (mentioned)

“This is Hop To It, reporting in.”

“Now You See Me Now You Don’t, reporting in.”

“Key Lime, Reporting in.”

“B - bondage-san, reporting in.”

“This is Takakutou--”

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Now You See Me Now You Don’t is right, we have to use the code names!!”

There was a silence on the other end, followed by a heavy sigh.

“...Holey Cow, reporting in.”

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A week before, Ameko had been sitting in homeroom with the rest of 1A. It was a little energetic in the classroom, which had intimidated Ameko at first, but the careful excitement of 1A was quickly starting to grow on her. She appreciated the way that Lyrie-chan had a habit of lowering her volume when it got too loud for Ameko, and how it was becoming second nature for the person closest to Hiyasu-chan to put their arm around her when she seemed too cold.

Ameko leaned against Lyrie-chan as the class chatted, feeling the warmth of her part-horse body taking over the coolness of Hiyasu-chan beside her.

“Hey, guys!”

Ameko’s voice carried over the others, and they all looked over at her, finishing up conversations and turning over in their spots; in a chair, or sitting on a desk, or enjoying the giant cuddle-pile that had collected around Ameko.

“What’s up, Tokachi-kun?”

Inoue-chan raised an eyebrow and rested his chin on his hand. Ameko straightened in her spot, letting her hands flitt around her as she spoke.

“We should have a secret comuni-ni-nation device!” Ameko declared. Inoue-chan paused for a second, before clarifying in a smooth, calm voice, “Communication device?”

“Yes! That!”

“How would we even do something like that?” Takakutou-chan snorted, rolling her eyes. It was, of course, to be expected of the grumpy girl who never seemed to care much for being a team player. The entire class gave each other a knowing, amused glance.

“Like - like a walkie-talkie or something!” Ameko continued, “For when we’re doing training stuff.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Inoue-chan mused. “If we had the knowledge to do something like that, anyway.”

“We probably could,” Spoke up a boy in the back. He was a transfer student, and had arrived that day in the train station alongside another late arrival, Otsuka-chan.

“We can?” Ameko lit up.

“Yeah. I could make some headsets and connect the transmission to some AM radio waves; if we all hit the same channel, we can talk to each other. They won’t hit a terribly long distance, and anyone with another radio can listen in, but they’ll work.”

Ameko hopped up, her hair bouncing with her and a grin on her face. “You’re so super smart! Haaah, what’s your name again?”

“Funkee, Zeke.”

Ameko blinked a few times.

“Fu… foon-kee…?” She scrunched up her nose.

“You can call me Zeke, if it’s easier for you.”

Ameko blushed, shaking her head. “That’d be really embarrassing. I could--” Her voice lowered, “--do you mind being called Kisai-kun?”

“Talented? Why?”

“Because - because you’re making the radios!” Ameko bounced on her heels, feeling her quirk threatening to burst. “And if we have radios, we gotta have codenames!”

There was a bubbling excitement in the class as they all huddled together, paper in hand…

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Fast forward to a week later, and their first hero lesson had started. Ameko quickly learned her field was connected to Inoue-chan, Gigi-san, Takakutou-chan, and the newest transfer, Sugiyama-chan. She had caught her just before they split up, handing her a headset and collecting a code name.

She stood on the edge of a dilapidated city, looking at the aged buildings and the almost peaceful atmosphere. It would have been just Ameko, if her ears couldn’t pick up the faint chatter of her classmates. The overhead speaker boomed an excited set of instructions from Kyokkou-sensei, interrupted every so often by a mildly-irritated Kuzu-sensei.

“Ready!”

Ameko crouched down, letting her foot skid slightly on the ground, gripping the concrete under her.

“Set!”

Her hand brushed the dust-covered surface. Breath in. Breath out.

“Go!”

The dust stirred as Ameko took off, and the familiar feeling of jumping high, so high, gave her a quick rush of excitement. When she was hopping, it almost felt like flying. Ameko felt like she was making good progress when --

“Shit!”

Ameko skidded to a stop when she saw one of her other classmates, Gigi-san, sprinting towards the goal. Behind them, an empty trash can that had sprout legs -- their quirk, Ameko knew -- was running along at a frankly impressive pace. A glob of lava flung out at the trash can, melting it and leaving the orb rolling away.

Right at Ameko.

“Bondage-san--” Ameko blushed as she spoke into the headset. “--how fast can you run?”

“Pretty fast,” They replied, “Why?”

“I can kick the ball towards the goal, but you gotta catch it before it goes over.”

“I have an idea.” Gigi-san sprinted towards the sidewalk, finding a bench and touching it. Their quirk made it come to life, and like an animal, pranced anxiously as Gigi-san climbed on. “Go.”

Ameko kicked the ball, and Gigi-san hurtled after it, their opponent struggling to catch up. Without much hesitation, Ameko kept hopping towards her goal, and after a few minutes the radio crackled to life with a relieved, “Thanks, Hop To It.”

Ameko spotted the shining from a window a few buildings ahead, and slowed down, slipping into the doorway with quiet focus. The building was run down, but maybe not as much as some of the others, because it was clearly sturdy. Dust coated the floor in a very thin layer, and the air had a heaviness that made Ameko’s breath hitch the wrong way. There were a lot of floors; Ameko figured at least five. With the winding rooms and nooks and crannies, it felt like hours (although in actuality, she had only been searching maybe five minutes) as she shifted boxes and climbed staircases.

She tried to listen for her opponent, but she heard nothing.

Although it would be lying to say that Ameko knew all of the kids in 1B well -- She had classes with them, but besides the people that she had gotten close with, she was much more focused with the familiar, family-like feeling of her own class. But Ameko had run into quite a few, and she could recognize a lot of them.

Ameko had known Seisei-chan since the exam, and she had a pretty solid grasp on his quirk. She had gotten used to the way that he popped out of existence when he was startled, the way his heartbeat was a bit too slow whenever she went in to hug him. She knew that Seisei-chan was slow; maybe not to the average person, but definitely to someone who’s quirk was good with speed.

Ameko really liked Seisei-chan. Some might even say that she loved him; that, of course, would depend on whether you believed love could even be accomplished after two weeks of school. But Ameko was also here for a reason. She was here to grow, to be a good hero, and Seisei-chan was too.

If she didn’t try her best, even though she liked him, then she wasn’t being nice to either of them.

“Hop To It, this is Now You See Me Now You Don’t, reporting in.”

“What’s up?” Ameko whispered, opening one of the doors and poking her head in.

“You’re fighting the purple ghost kid, right?”

“Yeah?” Nothing. Close the door, rush down the hallway, look in another door.

“He’s running towards the goal with the orb.”

Ameko stopped. For a split second, she’s confused. She would have definitely heard someone come in; footsteps, breathing, little huffs and puffs and bumping around that, although not much, was enough for someone with sensitive ears.

Unless, of course, he was invisible. And he couldn’t be touched -- or touch the things around him.

Ameko cursed a soft, “Sweets and sugar,” as she opened the window and launched herself out. “Where?”

“I’m bad with directions,” Sugiyama-chan admitted on the other end. After a beat of silence, Yukino-chan piped up, “You’re looking for Seishin-kun, right, Hop To It?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“He’s nearby!” Yukino-chan assured. “Go three blocks East and two South, and he’ll be there.”

This was, of course, something that the class had considered before the match; because of Yukino-chan’s quirk being like a person detector, she could easily direct people towards any targets. In preparation, they had all made sure to have compasses on hand. Ameko had to thank Tokei-kun for that idea.

“Thanks a ton!” Ameko called out, and started sprinting in the direction.

Seisei-chan was floating, fast but not as fast as Ameko. He saw her coming, and when she went to tackle him, he floated up and out of her grasp.

Ameko rolled on the ground and popped back up, her feet skidding on the ground. Seisei-chan floated further down, eyeing her with apprehension.

“Sorry, Tokachi-chan.”

Ameko lurched forward again, and again, he flew back. Ameko quickly realized that this wasn’t going to work.

Ameko had remembered the days afterschool in her backyard, in the makeshift training ground, trying to knock Gakutori-nii off of his feet. She’d try the same lunge. She remembered his slightly amused tone when he told her that it wasn’t a good idea -- Ameko would get tired a lot quicker than Gakutori-nii would. She bit the inside of her cheek and thought.

Ameko’s quirk buzzed with energy waiting to be used. When Seisei-chan took a floating step towards his side of the goal, Ameko knew what she was going to do.

When Ameko was little, she used hopscotch to try and control her quirk. She tried to stay in the squares by doing little jumps, because otherwise, she could hurt herself. Her quirk was one that she loved, but it was dangerous, too.

Patience. Self control. Ameko tapped her foot on the ground and lunged, aiming higher. This was no problem for Seisei-chan; he ducked lower, instead.

That was his mistake.

She shifted her attack to kick his side, and he cried out in alarm, the ball rolling out of his arms and down the street. Ameko was fast; she scrambled, grabbing the orb and breaking into a run towards her goal. Seisei-chan floated after her at a speed that was actually a little startling for Ameko; she was faster, but if she made one wrong move, he’d catch up in no time.

Ameko heard it before it was going to happen. She could hear most of her classmates’ fights from the headset, but Takakutou-chan’s boisterous, “We’ll see how you like this building, Tall Girl.”

A building.

“Holey Cow, this is Hop To It, reporting in. Did you say you’re going to bring a building down?”

“I sure as hell am! Why do you care, Bunny Girl?” Takakutou-chan spat into the mic, followed by a grunt from what Ameko assumed was her battle.

“Where are you? What’s your 20? I need to slow my opponent down.” Ameko ducked into an alleyway to her left, ran, then hopped a street over. The orb was cradled in her hands like a child.

Takakutou-chan laughed haughtily. “Saving your ass, am I? I’m on the building on the corner -- it’s the one next to the burger shop.”

Ameko clicked her tongue, and on her next hop, spotted it a few minutes away. “I need you to hold off on that building. Can you do that?”

“Of course I can! What, you think I’m in trouble? I’m already winning the--” Takakutou-chan shrieked, and there was a crash, “--I’ve got Tall Girl under control!”

“Great.” Ameko waited, and once she passed the building, she shouted a loud, “Now!”

A lot of things happened at once. Behind Ameko, there was a rumbling, and the building Takakutou-chan described started toppling in on itself without the weight of the chunk she punched out. Ameko looked back, but kept going, and stumbled over the finish line orb in hand. Her chest heaved, and she slumped against a tree, the orb rolling at her feet.

Ameko heard the call of, “Tokachi Ameko wins!”, but she was more focused on the sweet, satisfying taste of her candy.

After the exercise and a shower, the bed Ameko rested on wasn’t her own. She closed her eyes, soaking in the quiet of a soundproofed room and the vibes -- the cool breeze of a fall night, brushing your cheeks and enveloping you in a refreshing embrace. She could feel the slow, steady rise and fall of breathing from the person she was laying on.

Underneath her, Lana-chan let out a gruff oof as Gakutori-nii flopped on top of the two girls. “So, 1-A had radios, eh? Who’s idea wassit -- Bird knock-off?”

Ameko grunted as she went to twist, looking up at her best friend and his dumb, smug smile. She stuck her tongue out in return, blowing a raspberry.

“It was my idea!” She bragged.

He snorted, ruffling her hair roughly. “Not too bad, Amenee.”

Ameko couldn’t help the smile that infected her entire being.

#bnha #mha #bnha oc #original character #writing #taiyuu #taiyuu oct #tokachi ameko

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