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winxanity-ii · 7 months ago

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⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 15 Chapter 15 | gauging reactions⌟

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A satisfied smirk played on your lips as you both reached the large, white and gray bus. Iida, ever the gentleman, gestured towards the open door. "After you, Akuma-san," he said politely, stepping aside to allow you on board.

"Thank you, Iida-kun," you replied with a gracious nod, stepping onto the bus.

The chatter inside immediately died down as everyone turned to stare at you. The confusion was evident. They were expecting Iida to return, not you.

"Hey, Four Eyes! The hell took you so long? Had to take a crap or somethin—" Bakugo's booming voice cut through the silence, but the sentence died abruptly on his lips as his crimson eyes landed on you. The amusement instantly drained from his face, replaced by a scowl that didn't reach his eyes. "____? The hell you doin' here?"

You ignored his question, choosing instead to unleash your secret weapon—a sweet, closed-eye smile. It was a weapon you'd discovered held surprising power, especially over the other pests in your life—especially your little puppy, Bakugo.

And sure enough, a faint blush crept across Bakugo's cheeks, momentarily breaking his tough-guy facade, shutting him down. He quickly scoffed and turned away toward the window in a futile attempt to hide his flustered reaction.

Aizawa, who had been dozing in the front seat, finally stirred at the commotion. He slowly dragged himself to his feet, his hair a mess as ever. "Took you long enough, Iida," he mumbled in a monotone voice. Noticing the surprised looks on everyone's faces, he sighed dramatically.

"Alright, alright," he drawled, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Seems the message wasn't clear. Akuma-san here will be joining you on your little field trip to U.S.J. Consider it a... motivator. A chance for Class 1-A to see that they're not the only ones vying for hero licenses." His yellow eyes flickered across the students' faces, a cryptic message lingering in their depths.

There was more to this than a simple observation session; that much was clear. But what exactly? Aizawa left the unspoken question hanging in the air, a tiny smirk playing on his lips.

With another tired sigh, he gestured towards the back of the bus. "Find a seat, Akuma. Just try not to cause too much trouble." His voice held a hint of contemptment, a silent acknowledgment of your unpredictable nature. There was a flicker of suspicion in his eyes, a single beat where his gaze narrowed slightly before smoothing back to normal.

It was subtle, but it didn't escape you.

You mentally noted to be cautious around the tired-looking teacher. He might just be the first to catch on to your act. Offering a polite bow, you replied with a sugary-sweet voice, "Of course, Aizawa-sensei. I'll be on my best behavior." Turning away, you began walking down the aisle, a playful smile still plastered on your face.

Internally, however, your smile faltered.

Aizawa's suspicion was a wrinkle in your otherwise perfect plan. You'd need to tread carefully, to maintain your facade of the friendly, eager student while subtly probing for information. This unexpected hurdle only made the challenge more exciting.

A silent thrill coursed through you. You thrived on challenges, and Aizawa's suspicion just added another layer of intrigue to the upcoming trip to U.S.J.

The bus rumbled to life, carrying you and Class 1-A towards their unknown destination. Surprisingly, the atmosphere was subdued. Gone were the throngs of curious classmates eager to bombard you with questions. Instead, a tense silence hung in the air.

You suspected Bakugo had something to do with it.

The moment Aizawa dismissed you to find a seat, Bakugo had taken charge, kicking his classmate Jiro out of the seat next to him with a booming "Move it, Earphones!" before gesturing curtly for you to sit. You complied readily, taking note of the simmering tension emanating from the blonde.

The subdued chatter from the rest of the class proved to be a goldmine of information. You listened intently as they discussed their Quirks, their hopes, and their anxieties.

It was like eavesdropping on a live episode of a hero reality show, and you were enthralled. Right now, the group was discussing each other's Quirks.

"...Bakugo's always angry, so he'll never be that popular."

Bakugo tensed visibly, his grip tightening on the armrest, a low growl rumbling from his chest. Before he could even take time to a moment to seethe and take up for himself, another voice cut through the tension. It was the boy you remembered rescuing at the physical entrance exam—Kaminari. "Y'know, we basically just met you and haven't known each other that long. So it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage."

Bakugo's entire body seemed to vibrate with rage. The smell of caramel, a telltale sign of his Quirk activating, grew stronger. Veins bulged on his neck, and his crimson eyes burned with fury. "What's with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill you!"

Tuning out the ensuing argument, you found your gaze drifting across the bus. Your eyes met familiar ones—black sclerae framing bright yellow irises.

It was the pink girl from the U.A. entrance exam.

A smirk played on your lips as you recalled how easily you'd flustered her. A simple brush of your finger against her cheek had sent her brain into a delightful overload, causing her to screech and flee.

Catching your gaze, her already pink cheeks flushed an even darker, vibrant pink. She bounced nervously in her seat, clearly battling an internal struggle of wanting to talk to you. You accentuated the invitation with a playful smile, tilting your head slightly.

That was all it took.

In a flash of pink lightning, she was hurtling towards you. She squeezed between you and Bakugo, effectively shoving the blonde further into the window and creating a comfortable space for her. Bakugo let out an enraged bark, "Mina!" but she completely ignored him.

Mina practically vibrated with excitement as she stared up at you. "Hi!" she chirped, her grin so bright it could rival the sun. "I'm Ashido Mina, but you can call me Mina!"

Bubbling over with enthusiasm, she launched into a tirade about Bakugo. "He's so mean!" she declared, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Always keeping you all to himself, acting all mysterious. What gives, right?"

For the next ten minutes, Mina became a human hurricane of questions and chatter. Every topic seemed to revolve around you, a whirlwind of curiosity about your life, your connection to Bakugo, and everything in between.

Just as she leaned, her voice filled with curiosity, "So, what's your Quirk?" a hush fell over the bus. Even those who had seemingly been engrossed in their own conversations suddenly perked up, their ears straining to catch your response.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Midoriya, quickly fumbling to pull out his phone. You knew exactly what he was doing—taking notes on your Quirk, weaknesses, anything you might reveal.

After all, throughout your middle school years, you'd kept your Quirk a closely guarded secret. The only one privy to its true nature was Bakugo. But Midoriya, with his analytical mind, probably believed it must be powerful enough to earn Bakugo's begrudging respect.

Bakugo, barked at Mina. "Mind your damn business, Pinky!" His voice crackling with irritation that anyone would dare try to get closer to you.

"It's alright, Bakugo," you said in a sugary-sweet tone. "A little curiosity never hurt anyone, right?" A pointed look in his direction effectively silenced any further protests.

Turning back to Mina, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes, you leaned in conspiratorially. Your voice dropped to a whisper, sending shivers down the girl's spine. "Well,I can't exactly tell you everything. After all, our classes are a bit... competitive, wouldn't you say?" you purred, leaving the implication hanging heavy in the air. "But what I will say is that it's very mind-blowing."

Just as you finished your cryptic sentence, the bus lurched to a halt. Aizawa's tired voice echoed through the bus. "Alright, everyone out. Time for your little observation session at U.S.J." The bus doors hissed open, revealing a sprawling complex bathed in the warm afternoon sun.

The spell was broken. The students, momentarily captivated by your words, scrambled out of their seats, their curiosity momentarily forgotten in the face of the unknown that awaited them.

"Hello, everyone! I've been waiting for you!" A voice suddenly boomed as you all were exiting the bus.

Looking over, you spot a towering figure clad in a spacesuit-inspired hero costume, bouncing over with an enthusiasm that rivaled a sugar high.

A familiar voice piped up from beside you. "It's the Space Hero, Thirteen! The chivalrous pro who's rescued a ton of people from disasters across the world!" Izuku practically vibrated with excitement.

"Woo-hoo! Thirteen is so awesome! She's one of my favorite heroes!" Uraraka, a girl with a brown bob and pink round circles on her cheeks chime in, pumping her fist in the air.

Thirteen, used to the fanatic excitement, gestured grandly towards the building behind them. "I can't wait to show you what's inside!"

The students erupted in a chorus of awes and excited chatter. You, however, remained detached, observing the scene with a practiced cool. This "training facility" felt more like a glorified amusement park.

Inside, the building was a kaleidoscope of zones—a shipwreck, a landslide, a fire simulation—all meticulously crafted to resemble real-world disaster scenarios. A collective gasp rippled through the group as they took it all in.

"Holy smokes! It looks like some kind of amusement park!" Kirishima, a redheaded boy with a rather impressive physique for you guys age, pointed at the complex with wide eyes; his muscles straining against his hero uniform.

"A shipwreck," Thirteen boomed, "a landslide, a fire, a windstorm... and so on! I created this training facility to prepare you to deal with different types of disasters. I call it the Unforseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short!"

A few students muttered comparisons to Universal Studios Japan under their breath. You smirked, unsurprised by the uninspired name.

As Thirteen continued her introductory speech, Aizawa sauntered in, his usual stoic expression etched on his face. He stopped beside Thirteen, a brief conversation passing between them that only served to deepen the furrow on his brow.

As the two adults talked, a smart part of you wanted to eavesdrops and see what it was, but ultimately decided against it; it's not like you'll actually learn something from it.

"That man is the height of irresponsibility," Aizawa sighed, shaking his head before glancing back at the students. "The clock's ticking. We should get started." He moved aside, clearing the way for Thirteen's grand demonstration.

Thirteen raised a hand, her voice booming once more. "Excellent! Before we begin, let me just say one thing... well, maybe two things. Possibly three, four, or..." she trailed off, earning a collective sweatdrop from the student body.

As Thirteen expounded on the power and potential dangers of their quirks, emphasizing the importance of responsible quirk usage and the true essence of heroism, you found yourself stifling a yawn as your mind wandered.

Yes, quirks could be used for destruction as well as heroism, it's practically common sense, yet here you all were.

Honestly, with so many rules put in place, you couldn't help but feel like being a villain seemed like a much less tedious career choice.

Just as Thirteen finished her speech with a dramatic bow, a sudden plunge into darkness sent shivers down everyone's spine.

A dark purple mist-like portal materialized in the center of the plaza, the swirling vortex pulsating with an unnatural light. Then, figures began to emerge, their forms obscured by the shadows cast by the portal.

A collective gasp rippled through the group of students. Confusion morphed into fear as the students buzzed with questions. Kirishima leaned forward, peering curiously at the portal. "Woah, what is that thing? Some surprise training exercise? High-tech villain simulation?" he asked. "Wait, has the training started already?"

Villains?

The word echoed in your head, a foreign concept whispered in hushed tones but never truly experienced.

Ever since you woke up in this quirk-infested world, heroes were all you'd ever known. Sure, you'd seen countless reports of villains being apprehended and brought to justice, dramatic displays of power broadcasted on every news channel. But to see them here, in person, was an entirely different experience.

Your mind raced, sifting through the possibilities. A villain attack during a training exercise? Either a brilliant diversion or an incredibly reckless gamble.

Aizawa's eyes widened as the portal began to spew forth figures clad in villainous attire. "Stay back and together! Don't move!" he barked, his voice tight with urgency as he yanked on his goggles, his gaze hardening as it landed on the approaching villains. "Thirteen! Protect the students!"

Aizawa's pronouncement hung heavy in the air, shattering the atmosphere like a dropped glass.

Your focus shifted to the pro-hero. His reaction confirmed your suspicions—this was no simulation. These were real villains, a fact driven home by Aizawa's harsh glare directed at the figures emerging from the portal.

These were the outcasts, the rule breakers—the very antithesis of the heroes you'd grown accustomed to observing.

A thrill, a subtle current of excitement, snaked its way through you. This wasn't part of the plan. This was chaos, a disruption to the established order—a wrinkle thrown into the carefully constructed tapestry of your "observation session."

The portal began shrinking as all the villains—except two—spread out to the different zones. One was a large, hulking, muscular figure with skin like polished onyx, etched with a roadmap of jagged scars and an exposed brain.

The other, a lanky figure with grayish-blue hair, covered in dry patches and old scars marring his pale skin; fourteen embalmed hands were strategically placed to cling to his body.

The mist-portal soon coalesced into a head with two glowing gold eyes. "Thirteen... and Eraser Head, huh? The teacher's schedule we received the other day...said that All Might was also supposed to be here." The mist spoke, a hint of amusement in his raspy voice.

A nervous tremor ran through the crowd. Your gaze, usually veiled with practiced indifference, sharpened as it flickered between the approaching villains and the faces of the students of 1-A, now etched with a mixture of fear and confusion.

You subtly observed the students, gauging their reactions.

You couldn't help but smirk internally. This unexpected turn of events was far more interesting than any pre-planned exercise.

A genuine villain attack would provide a much clearer picture of Class 1-A's strengths, weaknesses, and most importantly, how they worked together under pressure.

This was exactly the kind of chaos you thrived in.

A/N: le gasp, villians!?

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princess-of-the-corner · 5 months ago

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Question: has anyone done a MHA/ML AU yet, where, like, the instead of Gabe with the Butterfly, it’s like. IDK, Enji, maybe? Maybe AfO, or Aoyama's parents? Himiko's? Izuku w/ the Ladybug, Katsuki w/ the Cat? Just, transpose the whole situation to happen with MHA, as apposed to ML? Still have Fu, or swap him for. Uh, Aizawa? All Might? Quirks optional, or not included? I think the closest I saw was "Dragon's Son", but that was a proper crossover, I think.

okay so:

I think that doing that sort of AU depends on where you're taking it so like.

If you want this to be a no-Quirks parallel to ML, then having AfO get the Butterfly and cause problems while Class 1-A gets the rest of the Miraculous yeeted at them makes sense. Both in the sense of 'being the Big Bad' but also in the sense of the Butterfly being very similar to his Quirk.

If you want to yeet the Miraculous into the BNHA world willy-nilly then we have other options.

off the top of my head:

The Miraculous have gotten lost and separated over the years. Now in the hands of various people, who chose Hero or Villain with their new powers. Mostly kinda just a background 'oh these random Heroes have the Miraculous powers'.

the Commission gets their hands on the Miraculous and uses it to make their Special Little Soldiers. Bonus points for having the Butterfly and just making Akumas they can control. (same with Peacock and Sentis).

Butterfly!Izuku! Lies about it being his Quirk, saying he has the power to empower others.

Izuku ends up with all of them and is once again faking a Quirk claiming he has a very adaptive power but he's just switching out which Miraculous he's using.

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frayaziwriter · 3 months ago

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Emerald Eyes and Ruby Butterflies

Guide: "Normal talking." 'Thinking.' "Talking over radio/mics/T.V." "Akuma talking."

Chapter 2

“Shouta, that’s not a cat.”

You stared up at the tall men in confusion, your gaze flickering between them both.

Eraserhead (or should you call him Aizawa now?) had taken you straight to his home after meeting with Nezu. The two of you had hopped across rooftops and ran through alleys for a full twenty minutes before arriving at an apartment building. He led you through the gates (yes, more than one, which you found very excessive) and past no less than eight security guards.

Again, excessive.

And when you stepped through the front door of his apartment, the two of you were practically assaulted by the sheer volume of the man waiting for you. You stumbled back as a blond man screeched at the top of his lungs and made his way to you.

Your new caretaker immediately wrapped his scarf around the man’s mouth and activated his Quirk, which you had learned the name of while still at the school. “‘Zashi! What did I say about using your Quirk?”

The man struggled, and his voice came out muffled. Aizawa huffed and released him. The blond man stepped forward to greet him.

“Shouta! Welcome back! Where’s the kitty? You said you were bringing home a stray, right?”

And that was when he spotted you. Aizawa sighed. “Hizashi, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Hizashi. He’s another Pro Hero.”

“Hi..?”

Hizashi stared at you for another moment. You fidgeted under his intense gaze. He continued to stare at you even as he blurted out that rather obvious statement.

Which, leads you to now. Both you and Hizashi were confused as all hell, and Aizawa wasn’t helping by walking away. Hizashi reached out and grabbed onto his scarf. “Now hold on a minute!” Pulling him back, he gestured to you. “Shouta, my bestest bud, does that look like a cat to you?”

“Obviously not. Why?”

“Then why the hell did you imply you were bringing home a stray animal? She’s a girl! A human!” Hizashi shook Aizawa by the shoulders. You whipped your head around to stare offendedly at him. “You did what now?”

“I didn’t.” Aizawa shrugged off Hizashi’s hands. “You just assumed. You know what they say about assuming.”

Hizashi’s hands flew up into the air, and you flinched back. “You called her a stray! Any normal person would use that word to call an animal they found on the streets! See! I have proof!” Your eyes widened and you dropped your bag as Hizashi dug through his pocket and pulled out a phone. “You did what now?!”

The blond man pushed his phone into Aizawa’s face. “See? You called her a stray! I thought you meant an animal, so I got cat food and a bowl of water ready and waiting next to the cat bed!” Aizawa pushed the phone away with a grumble. “Sho, we don’t have room for another human! Our extra room is filled with boxes!”

You raised your hand at that. “I’m more than okay with sleeping on the couch for a while. But, can we go back to you calling me a stray for a minute?”

“No,” Aizawa fixed a red-eyed glare at you before moving further into the apartment, “We don’t have time to waste. You, go get a shower. Hizashi and I will get the couch ready for you.” You slowly nodded to yourself as the Hero disappeared from view. You turned to Hizashi. “Are we sure I need a shower when he looks just as much of a hobo as I do?”

Hizashi groaned and gently pushed towards the bathroom. “Don’t argue right now. You can do that in the morning. For now, just hop on in. I’ll get you some clothes to change into.”

You turned back around to gesture to your bag. “Oh, I have some extras in there!” He raised an eyebrow. “Are they clean?” You stopped and sent him a sheepish shrug. He frowned and continued to shove you to the bathroom. “I’ll get you some clean ones and wash those tonight. Now go! Shower!”

And with that, you reluctantly shut the door behind you and started the shower. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

“So, what’s going on?”

Hizashi asked from his spot in the kitchen making something quick to eat. Shouta huffed as he arranged the pillows and blankets into a comfortable nest on the couch. “You remember the Order?”

He heard all movement in the kitchen stop for a solid minute. “...Yes. What does she have to do with the Order?” Shouta stood up and sighed long and heavily. You were still in the shower; he can hear the water running from here.

“She’s an Exorcist.”

“..What?” Hizashi walked into the living room, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth turned down. “Why is she here? The Order didn’t-”

“She’s running from them. We don’t know why, or how she got here, but Nezu decided to take her in. She’ll be living with us for the time being.” He turned back to Hizashi, pinning him with an intense stare. “Something big happened. (Y/N) didn’t leave for no reason, and she can’t be afraid of going back for no reason, either.”

Hizashi sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re saying-”

“The Vatican is doing something to their Exorcists, something they obviously left out in our mandatory lessons. We need to get to the bottom of it.” Shouta growled out, crossing his arms. Hizashi let out a hysterical chuckle. “So we’re now in charge of a possibly very traumatized child in possession of not just a sentient weapon of unimaginable power, but controversial information that could bring down an entire religion if it’s leaked. No pressure.”

The water turned off. Shouta glanced over at the bathroom door before sharing a look with Hizashi. “Not a word about this. Ever.” The blond man agreed and made his way back to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, you stepped out of the bathroom and the three of you ended up eating your late-night dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in complete silence. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The next morning, you awoke with a crash.

“OW! SON OF A-” You jolted up from the couch, anklets crackling in alarm. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the living room, so you cautiously made your way down the hall. There was a room with boxes piling up near the door. Peering inside, you spotted Aizawa and Hizashi huddled around something.

Aizawa’s hair had floated up, and he was staring straight at Hizashi. You stepped inside the room. “Do I wanna know what’s going on?”

Hizashi yelped, and the two of them turned to you as one. “H-Heyyy, nothing to see here!” The blond one waved a hand around. “The idiot hurt himself trying to pick up a box.” Aizawa huffed, and his hair fell back down. You frowned.

“What are you two doing?”

“Clearing up this room so you could sleep in it,” Hizashi replied as he shook out his foot. You winced at the dark bruise already forming, “We should be done by the end of the night, so tomorrow we can go shopping!” You tilted your head to the side. “I don’t need anything, though. A bed will do.” Hizashi waved his hand again. “Nah, you need some stuff. Don’t think I didn’t notice how baggy and torn up those clothes of yours were last night! You need some actual clothes and some furniture to hold them!”

You hummed. “Okay. Agree to disagree, then. I’ll go freshen up and then I’ll help out in here..?”

Aizawa waved you away with a grumble. Nodding once, you stepped out of the room. Hizashi poked his head around the doorway a second later. “Oh! Don’t forget to eat something before you join us! I left some oatmeal in the microwave for you!”

“Thanks.” You say and he went back inside.

(You didn’t notice the look the two Heroes shared when you turned your back. You had no idea that your insisting on just a bed damn near broke their hearts. It said a lot about how your life was before if you’re so used to living out of a single bag.) <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Johnny shrank in his seat across from Kanda.

It was early in the morning, just barely past midnight, and the two were holed up in an I-Hop of all places. Kanda glared down at the mug of coffee that was placed in front of him while Johnny sipped uneasily at his.

“S-So,” He started and immediately regretted speaking up when Kanda’s glare flicked up to him, “T-T-Thank you for s-saving me, K-K-Kan-Kanda. But what, er, w-what are you d-doing h-here?”

The angry Exorcist clicked his tongue and pushed his mug away. “Don’t mention it. Ever. You do, and I’ll slice you up.” Johnny flinched and nodded rapidly. Oh, why did the one Exorcist that hates everyone’s guts come save him?! Kanda glared at him for a moment or two longer before scanning the restaurant. “And I’m here to repay a debt. That’s all.”

“O-Oh. For Allen?” Kanda’s scowl deepened. “That damn Moyashi...too fucking idiotic to live..”

Well. This was turning out nicely. “S-So, you’re not h-here to help me l-look for A-Allen?”

Kanda swung his glare back onto him and he flinched back. “I have a goddamn debt to repay. To do that, I need to find the Baka Moyashi. You know how to find the idiot, right?”

“A-Ah, yes! At l-least, I t-think I d-do..”

His lips pulled back into a smirk, and Johnny could have sworn the devil replaced Kanda for a moment.

“Then let’s find that fucking Moyashi.” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

The room was mostly cleared out by that night. Aizawa managed to find a futon in that mess for you to sleep on until you get actual furniture, which Hizashi insisted on doing online.

You stared over the man’s shoulder as he slowly scrolled through the website. “See anything you like so far?”

“Not yet.” You reply, popping an M&M into your mouth. You had grabbed a bowl of it before settling down on the couch with Hizashi to keep yourself busy. Aizawa had gone...somewhere. You weren’t sure where. You..weren’t sure how long he’s been gone, too. It was like he just - poof! Gone with no evidence that he was there at all. You kinda wanted to learn how to do that...

Hizashi scrolled down once more, and you perked up at the latest piece of furniture that appeared. You reached out and pointed at it. “What about this? Is it too expensive?”

“Well, let’s see!” He chirped back and clicked on it. Hizashi hummed, nodding. “I think we can go with this. Adding to the cart...Okay! Done! Moving on?” You nodded, handing him some candy when he reached for the bowl.

The front door opened and the two of you turned to see Aizawa shuffling through. You cocked your head to the side. “Where’d you go?” He held up some plastic bags. “Store. Ran out of cat food.”

Your brows furrowed. Cat food? But, they didn’t have any pets? You’d have noticed, right? You turned to Hizashi. “Are you guys haunted by ghost cats or something?”

Hizashi dissolved into loud cackles. He was shaking so much, you ended up taking his computer and the bowl of candy back. “What?” You flick your gaze between both men. “It’s a legitimate question! Why are you laughing?”

“(Y/N),” Aizawa paused by the balcony door, “What makes you think we have ghost cats?”

“Well, there’s no actual cat that I’ve run into, and I don’t see any fur anywhere. There are no toys either.” You frowned. “The only evidence of any cat is the cat food. Why did you buy cat food again?”

Aizawa let out a deep sigh and placed the bag down. “Come with me.” He said, bending down to grab some bowls from a cabinet next to the balcony door. You handed the computer and candy back to Hizashi when he calmed down enough and stood up. You followed him out and watched as he shook some kibble into the bowls and sat them down.

“We’re not too high up, so they can get up here easily. We like to leave food out for them.”

Your furrowed brows furrowed deeper. “‘Them’? Who are you talking about?”

Aizawa sat down on one of the chairs they had out there. “Stray cats. Sometimes we find them injured and bring them home. Sometimes they find us. Either way, they never stay for long, but they always come back eventually. We keep some food out for them at this time of night because this is the time they all like to appear.”

Just as he finished speaking, a few dark shapes hopped up on a neighboring balcony and made their way over. The cats appeared one by one and crawled over to the food. You sank into the other chair they had out to watch.

“Huh. Didn’t know there were so many stray animals around. Why do you guys feed them so much?”

“It’ll get better when summer rolls around, so we’ll leave out less food for them, but during this time of year? Not much food to find out on the streets.” A cat leaped up onto his lap and he silently scratched it behind its ears. Some more found their way onto him, and you bit back a smile when one tried climbing onto his shoulders.

Then a sudden pressure on one of your legs grabbed your attention, and you glanced down to see the smallest of the horde hopping up. It had an ugly scar running through its left eye, sealing it shut. The white kitty curled up into your lap and you started absentmindedly running your hand over it.

You couldn’t hear the purr it let out, but you could feel it rumbling against your leg. You smiled. “I’m surprised you haven’t adopted one yet.”

“Mic is concerned they’ll ruin the furniture. And none of them seem to like being cooped up in our apartment for very long.”

Nodding, you glance over to the rest of the cats. Some were rubbing themselves across your legs before disappearing back into the night while others laid down in piles to groom each other. “I hope they’ll be safe while out on the streets. They’re too cute for the homeless life, and it’s still cold out.”

Aizawa huffed from beside you.

A few minutes later, Hizashi was calling your name from inside, and you reluctantly removed the little cat from your lap and slipped back inside. You glanced back just in time for the scarred kitty to curl up in your previous spot.

Before you went to sleep a few hours later, you glanced up at the night sky with a frown. It wasn’t often you prayed, but you silently sent one to the heavens that night, asking for the safety of those abandoned cats.

And if the mental image of one small, white cat with a scar running through its eye morphed into the face of your brother, you would silently send another to the god that separated you once again. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Two and a half weeks went by, and it was finally the Entrance Exam.

You and Hizashi went clothes shopping on your second day living with them while Aizawa finished clearing your room out and your new furniture arrived a few days ago. You still haven’t been allowed to go out on patrol, but they’ve assured you it won’t be too long. (You hoped so. You don’t want to continue thinking of the what-ifs any longer.)

Now, here you stand, dressed in comfortable clothes and staring up at the large building that is U.A. It was just you and the teachers right now. You frowned as you followed Hizashi and Aizawa inside.

You could already tell that today is going to be stressful. Oh, fun.

The two Heroes led you towards what you think is a meeting room. It was somewhat empty, only three other teachers were there. Nezu, a woman you recognized from pictures in the apartment, and an old lady. The three turned to you as one and you flinched back. (You had to stamp down on the urge to hide behind Aizawa. You didn’t want to appear like a child in front of these Heroes.)

“Present Mic! Aizawa! Good of you two to join us!” Nezu cried, clapping his hands in delight. “And so early, too! Here, have this cup of coffee, Aizawa.” He slid a mug across the table and your host shambled forward with a grumble.

The woman craned her neck to look at you. “Hello, there!” You glanced at Hizashi, who shrugged and waved you forward, before meeting her gaze again.

She seemed okay enough, and she was in Hizashi’s group pictures often..

You hesitantly waved at her from your spot near the door. She shot a quick smile at you and glanced questioningly at your hosts. You decided to direct your attention to the windows.

Outside, the sun was barely peeking over the treetops. In another hour, the examinees will arrive to take the exam. And you were supposed to join them. Over a hundred teenagers. Oh, fun. You’ve never really interacted with people your age before. Lavi and Kanda were the closest to your age before Allen arrived, and they were still a few years older! And here you are, about to be trapped in one room with hundreds of them for hours on end!

You weren’t quite sure what to think about this. Should you be nervous? Not care? Try to make friends when there’s a huge possibility that you’ll never see them again after today? Ugh, being a teenager is hard..

Over the course of an hour, the teachers all arrived. In a few minutes, the first of the examinees will walk through the gate. You should be leaving soon. In fact, you were about to, but Aizawa dragged you into the center of attention.

You froze up when he called you forward. Hesitantly glancing over the other teachers once, you reluctantly leave your position by the window closest to the door and join his side. You refused to look any of the teachers in the eye as Nezu cleared his throat.

“Everyone, I want you all to meet (L/N) (Y/N). I know this is rather short notice, and I apologize,” He set his paws on the table. You tensed. You knew exactly what was about to happen, and you disliked it, “Long story short, (L/N) is a runaway Exorcist.” You flinched at the expected burst of noise and glanced up at Aizawa. He sighed and, with another flash of red, glared at the other teachers. They instantly settled down at this and Nezu waited just a few seconds before reclaiming their attention.

“As I was saying, she is an Exorcist. Due to unknown reasons, she has split off from the Order. I’ve decided to take her in as a student and she is currently living with Aizawa and Present Mic. If anyone is interested, I’ll be writing up a patrol schedule shortly to allow her to continue her Exorcist duties.” Nezu smiled, clapping his paws. “It will, of course, start once school is in session.”

You pursed your lips. Wasn’t that...that was in three more weeks! You tilted your head back with a barely suppressed groan.

“(L/N),” Nezu turned to you and you snapped back into attention, “I do believe the first examinees are arriving, so please do make your way to the auditorium. You know the way, correct?” With a nod, you left the room.

“Wish me luck, I guess.” You half-heartedly call over your shoulder as you closed the door behind you. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

As the door closed, the rest of the teachers turned to Nezu. “Care to explain, Nezu?” Midnight asked, leaning back in her seat. The rodent-like principal merely smiled.

“I’ve explained all that I could.” He interlaced his paws as his employees shared uneasy glances. “(L/N) is here now to keep up appearances. We don’t want the Order to find her so easily, so all official school documents will be entered under her fake name.”

In the back, his newest teacher leaned forward with a handkerchief crumpled in one hand. “But, why exactly is she here? Why is she running?”

Nezu frowned. “That, we do not know. But she has alluded that things are not as they seem in the Order.” The rest of the teachers tensed. “I fear something nefarious is happening inside the Order, but as of now, we only have a handful of hints and the knowledge that (L/N) ran for a good reason to guide us to the truth. I suggest keeping an eye on Young (L/N). That is all for now. Now, we should be getting ready for the exam.”

With a clap of his paws, the teachers disbanded. Only Nezu and his newest teacher remained.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Nezu?” The principal smiled. “My instincts tell me it is. We can no longer blindly follow the Black Order. If we were to turn her away, there’s a high chance she would be caught and taken back to the Vatican. And if that were to happen, what do you think would become of her, Yagi?”

Yagi's eyes widened, and he coughed into his handkerchief in surprise. “You don’t think...they would-”

Nezu’s smile slipped off his face. “I do think. The Black Order shares many similarities with the HPSC. They won’t like it when one of their pawns steps out of line.” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

You shuffled nervously in your seat. The room was steadily starting to fill up with examinees. Tapping your fingers together, you watched as several more seats were taken up.

There were around 200 seats in total. Around 200 nervous teenagers shoved into one room.

It was a feast for an Akuma waiting to happen.

A boy with blond hair stomped down the stairs and slumped into the seat diagonally from you. Smoke curled from his hands as he ground his teeth. You curled into your seat. The heck was his problem?

His apparent problem appeared a few minutes later in the form of another boy with curly green hair. He froze a few steps up, staring at the seat next to the angry blond with a pale face. You glanced between them with growing dread. ‘Oh, these two have some drama going on between them, don’t they? Ah, shit. Who put them next to each other??’ You bit back a groan as the green boy slowly slid into his own seat.

Blondie took one glance at Greenie and snarled. You and Greenie flinched back as pops crackled in Blondie’s hands. Cringing, you watched with bated breath for any sudden movements from Blondie, yet all he did was slump further into his seat with a scowl that could send Kanda running for his money.

You watched for a few moments, and when you were satisfied a fight wasn’t about to break loose, you deflated with a sigh of relief. Thank god.

Greenie, however, was tense. Flicking your gaze between the two boys, you frowned. It was obvious there was some bad blood between them. You had no idea what the hell happened, but you recognize fear when you see it, and Greenie was filled to the brim with it.

-Fear coursed through you at the sight of a familiar pair of snake-like eyes and mustache. Your muscles locked up, freezing you in place. Phantom pains flared up around your legs, and you wished with everything in you that today was not the day Malcolm C. Lvellie was visiting.-

Greenie was terrified of this boy. You knew full well what that felt like.

So, you reached over and poked the boy between his shoulder blades gently. Greenie jumped and whirled around, and suddenly pretty green eyes were boring into your soul. Familiar, pretty green eyes.

-“I swear! The next time we meet, I’ll be a Hero! And I’ll protect you!”-

Tilting your head, you studied the boy in front of you. Freckles splattered across his cheeks, green hair poofed up with heavy curls, and wide emerald eyes. Every feature your eyes landed on seemed familiar. Where have you seen him before?

“U-Um,” He started, and you flinched. Right, you poked him for a reason other than to stare unabashedly at him, “D-Did you n-need something?”

Flicking your gaze between him and Blondie once more, you leaned forward and spoke in a soft voice. “Ah, sorry. I just wanted to see if you were alright.”

The boy blinked. “Oh! Y-Yeah, I’m okay. T-Thank you..”

Shrugging, you fold your arms over your desk. “You’re welcome. Hey, have we met before?” Greenie stared at you for a moment. “...S-So I’m not the only one getting deja vu here?” You leaned back into your seat with a thoughtful frown. “Guess neither of us remembers if we have. Well, that’s irritating. Oh, well. It’ll come to us later. What’s your name?”

Greenie sent you a hesitant smile. “M-Midoriya Izuku.” You quirked your lips to the side, eyes squinting as bells rang somewhere deep in your mind. You’ve definitely met this kid before, but where?

“U-Um, and you?” Midoriya scratched his cheek, glancing behind his shoulder once. Your gaze flickered up. More seats have been filled up. You think the exam proctor will arrive any minute now. “(Y/N) (L/N). A pleasure to meet you. Or, should it be ‘nice to see you again’, since we’ve met before?”

But you never get an answer. Just as Midoriya was about to answer, the lights turned off and a few spotlights flashed on, landing on a podium up at the stage. Midoriya turned around in his seat as a figure appeared behind it. You jolted. That was Hizashi!

...What was his Hero name again?

“What’s up, U.A. candidates? Thanks for tuning into me, your school D.J.! Come on, and let me hear ya!”

Dead silence greeted him. You’re pretty sure you could hear a pin drop from the other side of the auditorium. Cringing, you slid down in your seat a bit. ‘Awkward..’

Shrugging the silence off, Hizashi continued. “Keeping it mellow, huh? That’s fine! I’ll skip straight to the main show! Let’s talk about how this practical exam will go down, okay?” He slid into a pose. “Are you ready?!”

Again, dead silence answered him. You stared down at him with your head leaning against your hands. God, this was awkward. You hated it.

“Oh my goodness, it’s the Voice Hero; Present Mic! So cool!” Midoriya gushed in his seat before you. You quirked your lips to the side. Oh. So that’s his Hero name. Frowning, you tilted your head to the side...Was it short for ‘Presentation Michael’? You bit your lip to stifle the giggle rising in you. Now was not the time. “I listen to his radio show every day of the week! It’s so crazy nuts that all the U.A. teachers are Heroes!”

“Will you shut up?” Blondie growled at him and, you have to be honest, you silently agreed. Midoriya was already gaining glances from kids around him, if he didn’t stop muttering he was going to distract a whole lot of kids from the instructions. Hizashi - or should you call him Present Mic now? - continued.

“Like your applications said, today you rockin’ boys and girls will be out there conducting ten-minute mock battles in super hip urban settings!” The screen behind him changed from the school logo to a diagram. “Your drawings, my friends! After I drop the mic here, you’ll head to specified battle centers, sound good?”

You, along with those around you, checked the card you were given. ‘Battle Center A, huh? Hopefully, I won’t get Blondie..’

Speaking of Blondie, he was currently glancing over at Midoriya’s card with a deep scowl. “I see, they’re splitting us up so we can’t work with any of our friends.”

Midoriya glanced between their cards, agreeing quietly. You leaned forward as Blondie growled at him, “Get your eyes off my card. Damn, I was really looking forward to crushing you..” Midoriya flinched back, his hair brushing your face as you strained to see his card. You pouted. “Looks like we’re in separate arenas. I’m in Battle Center A.”

(You failed to notice Blondie’s sudden glance at you, his red eyes glinting peculiarly.)

“O-Oh..” Midoriya faltered, glancing at Blondie for a split second. You frowned.

“Okay, okay! Let’s check out your targets! There are three types of faux villains in every battle center! You’ll earn points based on their level of difficulty, so you better choose wisely!” The screen behind the Pro Hero changed yet again, this time showing an 8-bit video game version of him strolling through the streets of one of the arenas. It swiftly encountered one of the robots and attacked, eliminating it with one kick. “Your goal in this trial is to use your Quirk to raise your score by shredding these faux villains like a midsong guitar solo! But check it! Make sure you’re keeping things heroic! Attacking other examinees is a U.A. no-no, ya dig?”

“Excuse me, sir, but I have a question.” A boy a few rows ahead of you stood up and a spotlight landed on him at Present Mic’s shout, “Hit me!”

The boy lowered his arm and stood impeccably straight. (It made your back twinge in discomfort. He looked so stiff standing that straight..he could be mistaken for a board if he wasn’t so people-shaped.) “On the printout, you’ve listed four types of villains, not three.” You glanced down at your copy and, sure enough, there were four black images. Your gut churned uncomfortably and you frowned. “With all respect, if this is an error on official U.A. materials, it is shameful! We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan’s most notable school. A mistake such as this won’t do.”

And then, because he apparently woke up today and decided to be a dick, he turned around and pointed straight at Midoriya with a stern frown. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair! You’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that! If you can’t bother to take this seriously, leave! You’re distracting the rest of us!” Snickers broke out around you at his words.

Oh, hell no. You may have only known Midoriya for less than ten minutes, but nobody talks to your friend like that!

You slammed your hands on the desk and stood up, your anklets crackling with your agitation. A spotlight shone on you immediately, highlighting your scowl. The tense boy turned to you in surprise.

“How about instead of publicly humiliating him, you could politely ask him to stop!” You retort back. “For all you know, he is taking this seriously, and it could be a bad habit. Humiliating him like that is not the way to go! In fact, going about it the way you did makes you seem like a complete asshole! That’s hardly heroic!”

Leaning back, you crossed your arms and glared. “If you can’t be bothered to at least act like a Hero, then leave. You’re in an exam meant for potential Heroes. You should act like one.”

The teens around you shared looks, some letting out drawn-out, “Ohhh,”s. You think you even heard someone murmur, “You need some ice for that burn, buddy?” The blue-haired boy merely stood stock still with a look of utter shock plastered across his face.

Present Mic rushed to cut in, waving his hands around to catch the audience’s attention once more. “Alright, alright! Examinee number 7111! Thanks for calling in with your request! The fourth villain type is worth zero points; that guy’s just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way! There’s one in every battle center! Think of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid!”

That caught your attention as your gut twitched yet again. ‘An obstacle we need to avoid? And there’s only one per arena?’

“It’s not that it can’t be beaten! But there’s...kinda no point. I recommend to my listeners to try to avoid it and focus on the ones topping the charts!” The stern boy shook himself and shakily bowed at the Hero. “Thank you very much. Please continue.” And then Bluebell sat down with a final gobsmacked glance at you.

You allowed yourself to smirk and bowed as well, sitting down and crossing your legs as both spotlights turned off. While murmurs rose around you, Midoriya slowly turned to you with a shaky smile. “T-Thanks. No one’s ever..” Oh, the poor baby.. You beamed down at him. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. That’s what friends are for.”

Midoriya’s eyes brightened. “W-We’re friends?”

“Uh, yeah? At least, I wanna be friends with you. But just to let you know, no take backsies. You’re stuck with me if you accept.” You say with a poke to his cheek. (You internally cheered when your finger managed to hit the dead center of his prominent diamond freckles.)

The boy hesitantly nodded, sending another shaky smile your way. “A-Alright!”

Blondie turned and glared at the two of you. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed and Midoriya whipped around with a muted yelp. You rolled your eyes and leaned your chin on a palm.

“That’s all I got for you today. I’ll sign off with a little present; a sample of our school motto!” You could practically feel the excitement rise. “As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down, ‘A true hero is one who overcomes life’s misfortunes.’ Mmhmm, now THAT’s a tasty soundbite! You ready to go beyond? Let’s hear a, ‘Plus Ultra’!”

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“Whoo, that was a close one!” Hizashi sighed as he made his way out of the auditorium. “(Y/N) looked like she was close to throwing hands! Thank goodness she listened..” <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Stretching for the last time, you stared up at the gates of the battle center you were sent to.

They were unnecessarily giant (like everything about this school. Guess they go “Plus Ultra” on everything, not just the curriculum); they loomed over all the examinees huddled at its base. It even towered over the bus.

You had no idea what to expect beyond those doors. Sure, there were robots involved, but what kind of robots will they be? Will they be around the size of Johnny’s chest-high cleaning bot, or will they be like Komui’s malfunctioning Komurins? You shuddered. God, you hoped they were nothing like the Komuirins..

It’s more likely they’ll be like the Komurins, though... Big enough that they’ll weed out the underprepared or hesitant, yet easy enough to take out for the confident. You should probably give the others a head start. You doubt they’ll be any left for the others in your block if you hop right in immediately.

While the other examinees gushed over the size of the gates, you took the time to study them. Some of them will be your future classmates. You’d like to keep an eye out for familiar faces when school starts.

It was then that your eyes landed on a spiky poof of blond hair. You froze. ‘Oh, god, no. Don’t let it be-’

It was.

Blondie stood there, arms flexing as he also stretched. A manic grin spread across his face, reminding you of General Socalo’s bloodthirsty smirk. You cringed. Just your luck. Of course, you would get the one person you didn’t want in your arena. You can already tell he’s going to be troublesome.

“Right! Let’s start!”

Ah. Fuck.

The gates opened immediately, and all the examinees stood there, dumbstruck and uncertain. “Get moving! There are no countdowns in real battles! Run, run, RUN listeners! You’re wasting airtime here!”

And with that, the teens shook themselves of their befuddlement and booked it.

You merely stood your ground, busying yourself with securing your hair and watching as the crowd moved around you. A few sent confused looks and shouts at you. Red met (e/c) as Blondie zoomed past you, wind from the explosions emanating from his palms sweeping your hair to the side. You wrinkled your nose at the sound. (It sounded too much like the Akuma.)

Blondie barreled into the closest set of robots as another kid with bright yellow hair hopped on another and sent a wave of electricity through it. You spotted a tongue wrap itself around one robot and smash it into the ground.

You pouted. To your dismay, they were exactly like the Komurins. You very much disliked this.

...Hopefully, they won’t malfunction like Komui’s pet projects...

“Six minutes and two seconds left!”

Taking a deep breath in, you murmured to your Innocence as your anklets crackled and spun. “Let’s show them how it’s done, yeah? Pandora, Wolves by Sam Tinnesz.”

The golem’s eye flickered red and the heavy brass and drums slammed into you. Hopping once, twice, you activated your Innocence. The crystallized blood swirled around your legs, wrapping tightly and forming into your boots. You slid a foot back into a runner’s position. “Let’s go, Dark Boots.”

You sprang forward, your feet pushing you one step, then two, and suddenly you were in the air. It was peaceful as you spun lazily through the air.

“Won’t see us comin’. Out the door before you even blink. Somethin’ so cold-blooded, with a deep killer instinct. Don’t look us right in the face, it’s like starin’ at a burnin’ sun. Got teeth like razor blades, and you know that we’re out for blood. We’re out for blood-”

With a flip, you slammed right into a three-pointer. Your feet tore through the metal in a flash and you kicked off to find more points. You shot through the machines like a pinball.

(To the other examinees, you resembled a bullet shooting through the large robots. You were a tornado leaving nothing but destruction in your wake.)

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh-”

You kicked off the ground as a three-pointer shot a laser at you. You flipped, twirling in midair, and slammed your feet through the head of the robot. It was knocked back, falling directly onto a two-pointer behind it. You landed on the asphalt and sprinted towards the two-pointer to deal it the same fate before jumping back into the air.

You were in the center of the faux city, now. Spinning lazily, you studied the streets around you. Blondie was in the plaza below you, surrounded by destroyed robots. There were a few scattered about, some even a few streets down. You spotted a tall boy with purple hair down one street being cornered.

“-Full moon is risin’. Oh, the hunger’s burnin’ like a flame. No use in hidin’. Oh, you’re never gonna find escape. Don’t look us right in the face, it’s like starin’ at a burnin’ sun. Got teeth like razor blades, and you know that we’re out for blood. Out for blood-”

With a burst of green light, you shot through the closest one to him.

Skidding to a halt, you jumped up and over a barrage of lasers. The first robot crashed to the ground as you flipped and kicked one’s head clean off. It landed on the ground near the bewildered boy you just saved.

You landed next to him and dragged him into cover. “Yo! You okay?”

He nodded, dumbstruck and glancing between you and the broken robot you were using as a shield. “What-?” You glanced through the hole you made and hummed. “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back!”

And then you jumped out and darted to the robot head nearby.

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh-”

You dropped as a laser shot towards you, sliding underneath it skillfully. You jumped up and, scooping the robot's head into a series of kicks, spun and sent it flying to another one of the robots with a roundhouse kick.

Then you turned and cartwheeled out of the way of another laser.

You jumped and flipped your way to the last robot, sliding below its belly and aiming a double-footed kick at it. The large machine was sent into the air with a boom. You rolled out of the way as it came back down and it crashed loudly against the asphalt. You briefly checked on Purple Murple before jumping back into the fray.

“-No mercy. This fury. Like a war machine, it keeps turning. No mercy, no mercy! No mercy. This fury. Like a war machine, it keeps turning. No mercy, no mercy-”

The robots led you back to the plaza Blondie was still in. More lumps of broken machinery greeted you when you slammed into another three-pointer. You managed to completely decimate the head as you shot by it, your stiletto heels skidding across the ground as you prepared to jump once more.

A one-pointer appeared out of the woodwork and shot a laser from its eye. You jumped, flipping over the shot. Twin butterflies unraveled from your heels and a ring of green light appeared under your feet.

Pushing off with a burst of power, you barreled toward the one-pointer just as Blondie emitted a series of explosions from your left. (You noted that they were coming closer, and closer, and with a sudden jolt, you realized he was trying to beat you to the robot.

But only All Might can beat your speed.)

You swung your legs forward, maneuvering your body like a bullet, and tore through the one-pointer.

“-Ohhh, better run, better run! Ohhh, ‘cause here it comes, here it comes! Ohhh, better run, better run when the wolves come out to play! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh! Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh!”

You stomped your heels into the ground. The stilettos tore through the asphalt as easily as a knife through butter.

(Pandora took the liberty to flick to another song and Only One King by Jung Youth and Tommee Profitt started playing somewhere in the background.)

When you managed to halt yourself, you turned around to meet Blondie’s red eyes. He was seething. You could just imagine the steam pouring out of his ears.

Shaking your head, you turned back to find more prey.

There was a cluster of untouched robots further down the main street, so you jumped over there. The first robot you came across was a two-pointer. You flipped and smashed through the machine in one kick.

“As a boy, I always knew I’d have the courage to be king. Time flew and I grew up, now I’m ready for the promise that it brings-”

A one-pointer shot another laser at you, and you brought up an armored leg to deflect it. The attack bounced off of your boots and into another robot nearby.

Planting your foot down, you twisted and sent a roundhouse kick toward the one-pointer. “Waltz; Mist Wind!” The air curled around your leg and twisted into a tornado. It twirled its way to the robot, tearing it apart as you jumped up and cracked through a different group.

“-You only wanted me to screw up, but that’s something that you’re never gonna see. Everything that you hoped for, it was only in a dream. Now I go on a roll on the road and I know that I’m never breaking it down. I control all the flow in my soul, pull the sword out of the stone in the ground-”

Blondie roared from somewhere behind you, and suddenly you were competing with an angry pomeranian. He managed to blast a robot before you could twist around. So, you planted your hands on his shoulder and flipped over him to land an ax kick on the head of a two-pointer.

“Are you seriously trying to compete with me, Blondie?” You spun around him so he could aim an explosion at an oncoming robot. “How ‘bout we share?”

“-She always said it’d be someday, seeing castles in the clouds. And one way or another, when I step in the room, everybody better bow. So be careful how you talk to me-”

You let out a cackle at Blondie’s enraged face, but no matter how much he tried to shake you from this cluster of points, you continued to dance around him.

The two of you continued to tear apart the robots with kicks and explosions. And then you jumped down another street towards a girl with a long tongue, leaving Blondie in the dust. The girl was also kicking the robots, but it took her a few tries to incapacitate them. She didn’t notice one gearing up to shoot her with a laser, so you shot toward it in a flash and chopped through the neck of the one-pointer. The girl whirled around just in time for the head to crash to the ground.

You sent her a two-fingered salute. She nodded.

“-‘Cause there’s only one king! And there’s only one crown! And there ain’t enough room for us both on the throne so it’s ‘bout to go down. So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start running! Because I’m coming right now! ‘Cause I’m coming right now-”

Rumble boom!

The ground shook, and the two of you turned back to see a massive robot crawling out of the fucking ground.

You paused, staring wide-eyed at the robot. It grabbed hold of a building (which then partially collapsed under the weight of its hand Jesus that is massive) to pull itself up. You noticed once it came fully into view that it was the motherfucking zero-pointer.

What the absolute hell. This is very unnecessary.

“Less than two minutes remaining!”

Blondie cackled from the main street. Cries rose as the other examinees turned tail and ran away from the monstrous robot. You pursed your lips together into a tight line as Blondie shot towards it with an explosion and turned.

A cry caught your attention, and you glanced over to see the human Pikachu from earlier stumbling along the sidewalk. His eyes were glazed over and drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth. (You think he may have short-circuited..)

“-Huddled masses talk in whispers. Situation’s getting tenser. You should probably pay attention, boy, you know I’m born to win it. Ever since I had the vision, when I speak, my people listen. We could start a new tradition-”

You sprint to the main street and skidded to a halt for a brief moment to survey. Blondie peppered explosions across the surface of the zero-pointer, yet it smacked him down like he was a mere fly. Teens ran around you, evacuating to the gate as fast as possible. Blondie once again blasted up towards the robot only to meet the same fate. An explosion from his palms blasted a chunk off a nearby building, and Pikachu was now stuck between building and robot rubble. The zero-pointer rolled onward despite Blondie’s best attempts. You let out a sigh.

‘Boys and their egos... Never going to give up.’

Taking a deep breath, your blood sparked and pushed against your veins. You stared the giant zero-pointer down as it rumbled closer and slid a foot back.

“-All the children, men and women, gather ‘round to burn it down. We ‘gon start the kingdom from scratch. Far too many to take advantage, but it ain’t gonna happen like that. Time and time again I wake up and enemies might attack, but all that matters in my opinion is that the dynasty lasts. So be careful how you talk to me-”

You stomped, pushing forward as a pair of butterflies unfurled by your heels. Green fire burst from the ball of your feet and you zoomed forward.

KaBOOM!

The monstrous machine slammed Blondie back once more just as he unleashed a barrage of large explosions on the outer shell. One second he was rocketing to the unforgiving asphalt. A split second later you were scooping him up in your arms.

Angling your legs forward, you twisted in midair, double rings of neon green light swirling into existence under your heels. You pushed forward. The swirling rings exploded outwards, knocking back the zero-pointer as you tore through the air.

You leaned to the right and snatched Pikachu up by his collar, and then your feet crashed into the asphalt and you jumped. Wind buffeted your ears as you hurtled your way to the gate, far above the city. You had one arm wrapped tightly around Blondie to prevent him from fighting the humongous robot and the other anchoring Pikachu to your side so he wouldn’t fall to his death. Pikachu let out a strangled yelp, and you made a mental note to apologize once this is over.

At the peak of your jump, you allowed yourself to fall back to Earth.

“-There’s only one king. And there’s only one crown. And there’s only one king, and it’s looking like me. So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start running! So you better start-! So you better start-”

Your acceleration significantly slowed down as the butterflies at your heels flapped furiously. You were now languidly floating down to the gate, the toes of your boots tapping gently on the top of the doors.

Breathe in. And out.

Spinning around, you jumped off the gate and floated down to the ground just inside the gate. You dropped Blondie and Pikachu. Pikachu landed in a heap, still doped out, while Blondie staggered. He eventually found his footing and whipped around to see you deactivating your Innocence and plopping down.

“JUST ONE MINUTE LEFT!”

Sitting crisscrossed, you watched with a growing amount of amusement as Blondie glanced between you and the zero-pointer now much further down the road. He took a brief moment to process while smoke slowly started filtering out from his trembling fists.

You raised an eyebrow at the rising smoke and suppressed a grin.

“-I’m coming right now! I’m coming right now! I’m coming right-! Coming right-! ‘Cause I’m coming right now!”

“And that’s that. TIME’S UP!”

Blondie let out the angriest screech you’ve ever heard and turned around to blast apart a nearby piece of rubble.

notes: and chapter 2 is done! what did you all think? like it? meh? terrible?

anyways, stay safe out there, everyone! and please remember that you're all AWESOME! XP

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #d.gray man #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku/reader

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ra1-reality · 8 months ago

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Aizawa, writing: Akuma, if you're reading this...

Toshinori: Can Akuma read?

Aizawa: Rai, if you're reading this to Akuma...

Toshinori: can Rai read?

Aizawa: ...

Aizawa: Midoriya,

#desired reality #raishigaraki #reality shifting #shifting #oc #oc shit #ocs #dr #izuku midoriya #akumashi #Izuku being the responsible one

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akumaaizawa · 1 year ago

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THIS ALBUM IS NOT PUBLIC ANYMORE. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

#MELTINGVENUS #NOISE #NUDECONSUMER+MELTINGVENUS #AKUMAAIZAWA #AKUMA AIZAWA #ALL EYES ARE CLOSED #ALLEYESARECLOSED

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the-crystallized-void · 8 months ago

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INTERACTABLE ALTS

These are the alts that are currently fine with/available to be interacted with (subject to change, sorted by category)

Main Hosts-

Yami

Katsuki Bakugou

Mettaton

Sam/Mr. S

Tenko Shimura

Co-hosts-

Karasu

Floyd Leech

MHA-

Aizawa

Present Mic

Oboro Shirakumo

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Tomura Shigaraki

Dabi

Himiko Toga

Izuku Midoriya

Hitoshi Shinsou

Hawks

Shoto Todoroki

Natsuo Todoroki

Twice

Villain Shoto

TWST-

Deuce Space

Riddle Rosehearts

Trey Clover

Epel Felmier

Jade Leech

Azul Ashengrotto

Grim

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Divus Crewel

Kalim Al-Asim

Leona Kingscholar

Idia Shroud

Ortho Shroud

Undertale/Deltarune (+AUs-

Sans

Papyrus

Gaster

Frisk

Chara

Kris

Fell Sans

Swap Sans/Blue

Swap Papyrus

Error

Geno

Paperjam

Ink

Nightmare

Killer

Horror

Mettaton

Vocaloid/Project Sekai-

Hatsune Miku

Kaito

Len Kagamine

Rin Kagamime

Luka Megurine

Fukase

Oliver

Akito Shinonome

Toya Aoyagi

Rui Kamishiro

Tsukasa Tenma

Sonic-

Tails

Shadow the hedgehog

Silver the hedgehog

Metal Sonic

Persona 5-

Ren Amamiya

Goro Akechi

Futaba Sakura

Ryuji Sakamoto

Ann Takamaki

Yusuke Kitagawa

Obey Me-

Mammon

Leviathan

Beelzebub

Belphegor (don't expect much. He sleepy)

Simeon

Solomon

Barbatos

Sanders Sides-

Virgil

Roman

Logan

Patton

Remus

Janus

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets-

Jeff the killer

Ticci Toby

Brian Thomas/Hoodie

Tim Wright/Masky

Slenderman

Ben Drowned

Helen Otis (aka Bloody Painter)

FNAF-

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Bonnie

Nightmare Freddy

Animal Crossing-

Orville

Wilbur

Tom Nook

Minecraft-

Nocte (Enderman)

Ignition (Creeper)

Dismal (Ghast)

Lunos (Warden)

Honkai Star Rail/Genshin Impact:

Boothill

Aventurine

Blade

Dan Heng

Sampo? (We don't know if he's fully formed yet)

Brain alts-

Mirai Aizawa (biological daughter of Shota Aizawa)

Uta Yamada (biological daughter of Present Mic)

Unsei Aizawa-Yamada (adopted daughter of Aizawa and Present Mic)

Itami Takami (younger half-sister of Hawks. Ask for the lore)

Hikage

Mikuyumi (pokémon trainer, daughter of Professor Kukui)

Miyuki (pokémon trainer, daughter of Giovanni)

Naomi (pokémon trainer, daughter of Chairman Rose)

Ebony (ghost of Lavender Town)

Orthrukon

Zulrynth

Vanilla (red panda animatronic, likely associated with Security Breach)

Akuma (essentially the TWST MC)

Devi Crewel (Divus Crewel's daughter, has permission to stay in Heartslaybul)

Hattrene Maddaroni (twisted on the Mad Hatter, snuck into Heartslaybul and started hosting tea parties)

Sage (white lioness, Leona's childhood friend, hangs out in Savanaclaw)

Luna Illumoise (moon jellyfish mermaid, was allowed into NRC due to Azul paying off Crowley, member of Octavinelle)

Risha Al-Babgaa (usually shapeshifts into a parrot and either hides in Scarabia or perches on Jamil's or Kalim's shoulder)

Ashlynn Vargas (daughter of Ashton Vargas, was told to stay in Pomefiore due to Ashton not trusting any of the other boys around his daughter)

Pandora (coder/programmer, hides in Ignihyde to get away from everyone)

Raven Crowley (daughter of Dire Crowley, only allowed to attend NRC because of that, was placed in Diasomnia)

Aine

Matsuba Zankoku

Seren Grimm

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epellucid · 2 years ago

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via

#u #art journal #Akuma Aizawa

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thelreads · 2 years ago

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Sexiest DILF in manga?

Ho-ly shit now that's a really hard question to answer.

-Twilight from Spy x Family (obviously)

-Byakuya Ishigami from Dr. Stone

-Zagan from Maou no Ore

-R̸̶̢ͥ̽̐ͬ͊̿̽̇̕͢͡҉̭̜̠̭͇̥͕͞ͅȨ̴̷̢̟͓̱̦̳̯͍͇̄̽ͮͦ̽͊̅̚͘͜͞͝Ḑ̨ͤ̓̊͌̆͒̒́̀̚͏̵͙̺̯͕̠̱͇̬̀́A̸ͣͧͩ͌̔̌͆̈̀͝͞͏̧͍̰̱̟̼̬͎͝͝ͅC̢̡̛̛̻͍̹̼̜̪̫̤̓ͮ̐̇́̓ͤ̂͢͢͝͝Ť̵̨̨̛́ͧ̏̑̓ͣ͛͘͠͡͏͙̩̖̫̱̗͓͖E̢̡̛̊̓̄̏ͤ̏ͧ͊͟͟͞҉͏̜͙̫̲̮̙̱͓D̾ͤͧ̈́ͫ̀ͮ͗͏͏̷̴̧̰̯̺̟̱͔̠̜̀͠͝ from Re:Zero

-Aizawa from BNHA

-Kyousuke Hori from Horimiya

-[REDACTED] from Musuko ga Kawaikute

-Shiro Fujimoto from Blue Exorcist

-Immortal Tatsu from The way of the househusband (fuck you, it counts)

-Herlock Sholmes from the Greatest Ace Attorney (fuck you, it also counts)

-I was going to put Evan from Taimashi to Akuma-chan, but I'm still afraid they are going to pull that bullshit on the story, so he remains as a Schrodinger's DILF.

#inbetween #personal

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winxanity-ii · 7 months ago

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⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 14 Chapter 14 | secret syllabus⌟

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The days bled into another, the memory of your encounter with Todoroki a distant thought as you focused on the familiar routine of navigating the bustling halls of U.A. Lunch beckoned, and you clutched the brown paper bag of goodness—courtesy of a grumbled-but-appreciated offering from Bakugo—closer to your chest.

Just as you were about to turn the corner leading to the cafeteria, a deep, gravelly voice boomed from behind. "Akuma-san, a word please."

You whirled around, spotting Blood Vlad, his imposing figure filling the doorway, holding something to the side of him. A flicker of surprise danced across your features before settling into a mask of polite neutrality. "Kan-sensei," you greeted with a respectful nod.

"There's been a slight change in your schedule," he began, his crimson eyes studying you with an intensity that could make lesser students squirm. "Principal Nezu, with the unanimous support of the faculty, has extended an invitation for you to join Class 1-A at U.S.J. today."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. The Unforeseen Simulation Joint arc you'd devoured in textbooks? You couldn't help but be curious. "U.S.J.?" you echoed, allowing a touch of confusion to lace your voice.

Blood Vlad grunted in response. "Given your exceptional performance during class activities and your consistent lead over your peers, it's been deemed beneficial for you to observe Class 1-A during their training exercise. Consider it a... crash course in advanced hero work."

A slow smile spread across your face. Observing Class 1-A, the cream of the crop students at U.A.? This wasn't just an observation session; it was a golden opportunity to glean valuable intel on their strengths, weaknesses, and, most importantly, their Quirks.

Information you could then use to your advantage—to elevate your position within U.A.

"I understand, Kan-sensei. Thank you for informing me."

Blood Vlad gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable. He lifted up the object he held—it was a sleek black suitcase. "Here," he rumbled, tossing the suitcase towards you with surprising agility. "Your hero costume. Get changed and report to the class. There, someone from 1-A should take you to the others, where Aizawa-sensei will brief you further."

You caught the suitcase effortlessly, the weight reassuring in your hand. "Understood," you responded, a single, clipped word that held a promise of silent understanding.

With a final, assessing glance, Blood Vlad turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone with the weight of unexpected opportunity and the promise of a thrilling afternoon at U.S.J.

You tucked the hero costume case under your arm and decided to swing back by the classroom to drop off your uneaten lunch before heading to change. As you approached the classroom door, the murmur of hushed conversation filtered through the thin barrier.

Pushing the door open, you were greeted by the sight of nine of your classmates, a mix of familiar and less familiar faces, clustered around your usual desk.

Monoma shot up like a rocket the second his eyes landed on you. His wide, cheesy grin could rival All Might's in its enthusiasm. "President!" he crowed, his voice cutting through the hushed conversations.

The other eight turned towards you, their surprise mirroring Monoma's initial reaction. Tetsutetsu, gave a hearty laugh. "Akuma-san! Is everything fine from your... um... feminine emergencies? You nearly missed lunch! Good thing we waited for you," he boomed, his voice lacking any real malice.

"I appreciate you all's generosity, Tetsu-kun," you replied smoothly, keeping your voice vague as you internally tsked.

You knew someone—or rather, several someones—would be lingering for you despite dipping out of class ten minutes prior with the well-worn excuse of feminine issues. You just hadn't expected quite so many, or for them to be so persistent and actually wait for your return.

Monoma, ever the pest, was already bouncing on the balls of his feet, his persistent grin plastered on his face. "Whoa, what's that?" he blurted out, pointing an accusing finger at the hero costume case you held.

Tetsu's earlier question about your extended restroom break was clearly forgotten.

Kendo, your fiery-haired vice president, shot him a withering look. "Monoma, manners," she hissed under her breath, teal eyes blazing in irritation.

You, however, didn't mind the interruption. This was a perfect opportunity to further cultivate your air of mystery. A slight smile played on your lips as you lifted the case a few inches, the sleek black surface catching the light. "It's my hero outfit," you replied nonchalantly.

The moment the case left your side, the classroom erupted in a flurry of excited chatter. Tsuburaba whistled appreciatively. "Whoa, looks intense, Akuma-san! What'd you get, a jetpack with it or something?"

A chorus of questions and comments filled the air. "How'd you get it so soon?" chirped Tsunotori, the girl with tall, pale tan horns, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Maybe it's super cute!" squealed Tokage, the dark, moss-green-haired student, bouncing on her toes.

Monoma scoffed. "Nah, definitely not cute. Probably something hot, right? Like a high-tech bodysuit that hugs and enhances her bo—"

Kendo, clearly exasperated, reached over and smacked Monoma on the back of the neck with a resounding thwack. "Monoma! Manners!" she hissed through gritted teeth once again.

Monoma yelped, rubbing his sore neck with a pout. "Jeez, Kendo, what was that for?"

Ignoring him completely, Kendo bowed towards you in apology. "I'm terribly sorry about Monoma, Akuma-san. He can be a bit too much sometimes."

You raised a hand, silencing the classroom with a single gesture. A satisfied smirk played on your lips as the chatter died down instantly. You liked it; they obeyed your command without you even needing to resort to your 'Quirk'. It spoke volumes about the hierarchy you'd established in Class 1-B.

"Thank you, Kendo-san," you replied politely, acknowledging her apology. "It's quite alright. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have a hero costume to change into." You gave a curt nod and turned towards the door, a thrill coursing through you.

This unexpected invitation to U.S.J. was shaping up to be far more interesting than you could have ever anticipated.

With a quick stride, you made your way to the nearest restroom, eager to slip into your hero costume. Inside a private stall, you carefully removed your school uniform, anticipation building with each rustle of fabric.

Unzipping the sleek black case, you revealed your hero costume in all its glory. Quickly donning it, you stood back to a moment to admire your outfit in the mirror.

Your blouse, a pale aqua, was crisp and neatly buttoned, giving you a professional yet relaxed vibe. The black tie knotted firmly around your collar added a touch of seriousness to your look. Over your blouse, a fitted black blazer hugged your form, its sharp lines mirroring your newfound determination.

You'd paired this with classic black trousers, which complemented your frame with a comfortable, tailored fit. The pants ended just above brown leather shoes, polished to a high shine.

With your hands casually tucked into your pockets, you exuded a confident, ready-for-business air, softened by the whimsical hint of the forest green backdrop that adorned the inside of the blazer. It wasn't camouflage, exactly, but rather a subtle artistic flourish that hinted at a hidden power lurking beneath the surface.

Satisfied, you exited the restroom, ready to rejoin your classmates. As you walked back into your classroom, the murmurs started again. This time, however, they weren't filled with questions about your absence, but with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

A blur of movement zipped towards you. It was Fukidashi, the boy with the comic book head, bouncing excitedly. With a burst of energy, his head transformed into a flashing white speech bubble that read "Whoop! Whoop!" in bold letters, accompanied by a pair of clapping hands.

Behind Fukidashi shuffled Komori, a short girl with honey-brown hair curved inwards in a mushroom-shaped bob. Her usual shy demeanor was amplified by the situation, her cheeks dusted a soft pink.

She nervously twirled an end of her bob as she approached you, her voice barely a whisper. "A-Akuma-san," she stammered, "it... it looks really good on you. Very well-suited." She couldn't quite meet your gaze, quickly rushing off to hide behind Tetsutetsu, her face burning red.

Monoma attempted to maintain his usual bravado, his gaze, however, lingered a beat too long on your figure, a faint blush creeping up his neck despite his crossed arms. He cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "Alright, alright," he scoffed, "So you got your hero costume early. Big deal. Why'd they give it to you anyway?"

You tilted your head slightly, casting a playful glance up at him through your lashes. A slow, teasing smile played on your plump lips as they stretched into a half-smirk. "Do you really want to know, Monoma-kun?~" you purred, your voice dripping with a deliberate sweetness.

The effect was instantaneous. Monoma's blush deepened several shades, and a flustered look crossed his face. It wasn't just him; several other classmates found themselves inexplicably flustered by your sudden display of playful charm. You couldn't help but internally smirk.

With a playful lilt in your voice, you replied, "Well, let's just say I wanted something practical. Something that wouldn't attract undue attention while working undercover amongst civilians."

This, of course, was a carefully constructed lie.

The truth was, the familiar lines of the suit were a subtle comfort, a reminder of your past life at Public Safety. But that was a secret you found no use in revealing.

"Now, as for the gadgets and upgrades," you gestured towards the subtle metallic accents lining the blazer, "there's extreme heat resistance for those sonic-based Quirks, and..." you trailed off dramatically, allowing a hint of mystery to linger. "Let's just say there are a few other surprises built in. Let's keep them under wraps for now, shall we?" The implication of hidden power was clear, and your classmates leaned in, captivated.

Tetsutestu let out a whistle, rushing over with eyes sparkling. "Whoa, that's sounds so manly, Akuma-san! Always gotta be prepared!"

Even Monoma, despite his embarrassment, managed to grumble a begrudging compliment, "I guess, you do look good. Not that I care or anything..." A faint blush still lingered on his cheeks, betraying his attempt at indifference.

The rest of the class chimed in, showering you with compliments on both the practicality and sleek design of your costume.

Suddenly, a sharp rap on the door startled everyone into silence.

The door creaked open to reveal a young man standing impeccably in the doorway. He was relatively tall and muscular, with a wide frame and short dark blue hair neatly flattened and parted on the right. His most striking features, however, were his calves.

Incredibly thick and shaped like automobile engines, six silver exhaust pipes protruded from each leg in columns of three. This, you knew from Bakugo, was the Quirk 'Engine' that granted him incredible speed and kicking power.

"Excuse me," the young man began, his voice polite and formal. "My name is Iida, and I'm here from 1-A to escort an 'Akuma ____' to the U.S.J. meet-up-point. The bus is preparing to leave shortly."

An awkward silence filled the room. Your classmates exchanged glances, unsure how to react to the sudden arrival of a student from the prestigious Class 1-A.

Monoma, never one to miss an opportunity to stir the pot, took a step closer to you, his usual sneer plastered on his face. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who it is. A fancy 1-A student here grace us with his presence. Think you can just waltz in here and snatch our precious president away, huh?"

You cut him off before he could unleash another tirade. A gentle giggle escaped your lips, the sound light and carefree. "Monoma-kun," you said, your voice laced with a hint of playful reprimand, "that's no way to treat a guest, especially a hero-to-be like Iida-kun."

Mentally, you silently applauded Iida for his stoicism. Despite the tense atmosphere and Monoma's childish behavior, he remained calm and collected, a true mark of a leader.

Kendo, sensing the potential for escalation, wasted no time in delivering her own brand of justice. With a swift movement, she karate-chopped Monoma in the back of the neck. The blow, though not malicious, was more effective than the last two. Monoma yelped and crumpled to the floor, instantly silenced.

"Monoma deserved that," Kendo muttered under her breath, sending a reassuring smile your way. "Please excuse him once again, Akuma-san."

You waved her off. "No worries at all, Kendo-san. It seems we all have a bit of fire in us, wouldn't you agree?" With a final flourish, you rose to your feet, smoothing down the non-existent wrinkles of your blazer. Turning to your gathered classmates, you gave a small bow. "I'll be back shortly, everyone. Until then, keep up the excellent work."

Your gaze then settled on Kendo, your fiery-haired vice president. You placed a soft smile onto your lips as you met her eyes, tilting your head in a gesture of quiet confidence.

Walking forward, you reached out and gently grasped both of her hands between yours. Your touch was surprisingly warm, a stark contrast to the cool exterior you often presented.

"Kendo-san," you began, your voice dropping to a low murmur, "I'm counting on you to keep everyone in line while I'm gone. You're the voice of reason here, and I know they'll listen to you." A playful glint entered your eyes. "Especially Monoma-kun. See if you can keep him from causing too much trouble."

Kendo's eyes widened momentarily, a harsh blush creeping up her cheeks. You couldn't help but find her flustered expression humorous.

Once again, here was someone reduced to a blushing mess by you from merely a simple touch and a few honeyed words.

"O-of course, Akuma-san," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I, uh... I won't let you down." Her long orange hair, usually tied back in a high ponytail, seemed to frizz slightly at the ends, betraying her underlying anxiety.

"I know you won't." Turning your attention back to Iida, you offered a polite smile. "Thank you for coming to fetch me, Iida-kun. I'm ready to go whenever you are."

As you began walking side-by-side with Iida, a memory flickered in the back of your mind. You recalled seeing him a few times around U.A., his distinctive blue hair and engine calves making him hard to miss, especially since he'd always hung Midoriya and some rosy-cheeked girl.

Filing that information away for later, you decided it would be beneficial to have a rule-follower like Iida on your good side. With a casual smile, you turned to him. "By the way, Iida-kun," you began casually, offering your hand for a shake, "allow me to formally introduce myself. Akuma ____, Class 1-B president, at your service."

Iida seemed momentarily surprised. Perhaps he'd expected you to maintain the same aloof demeanor your other classmates had displayed earlier. But as you offered your hand and a friendly smile, you could visibly see his demeanor relax a bit.

A hint of blush crept up his cheeks as he let out a short, embarrassed chuckle. "Ah, well, yes," he stammered, taking your hand with a light shake. "Of course I know who you are. Midoriya and, well, Bakugo-kun, have mentioned you a few times. It's a pleasure to properly meet you, Akuma-san. Iida Tenya, Class 1-A president, at your service as well."

You chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. "Also, please forgive the... enthusiasm of my classmates earlier. They tend to get a little carried away, especially when it comes to showing off Class B's best." You flashed him a wry smile. "Being class president isn't always sunshine and rainbows, is it?"

The dam broke. Iida, a wellspring of pent-up frustration finally unleashed, launched into a tirade about the struggles of student leadership. He spoke of overzealous classmates, mountains of hero-work on top of general education, and the constant pressure to maintain perfection.

You listened patiently, interjecting with understanding nods and sympathetic sighs. It wasn't hard to play the part of the eager listener, and Iida, starved for an outlet, poured out his woes.

As the conversation flowed, your eyes subtly began to glow a soft yellow. A faint, almost imperceptible sheen flickered over his eyes behind the glasses. He was under your subtle influence.

With this control in mind, you skillfully shifted the conversation. "Speaking of pressure," you began, your voice laced with feigned curiosity, "I can only imagine the expectations placed on Class 1-A. All those top heroes coming out of your class..." You trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

Iida, caught in your gentle manipulation, readily took the bait. His frustration momentarily forgotten, he puffed out his chest slightly, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. "Yes, well, the pressure is immense," he declared, his voice taking on a more animated tone. "We have to constantly strive for excellence, to uphold the legacy of our predecessors. It's not for the faint of heart, that's for sure."

You leaned in slightly, feigning intense interest. "Tell me more," you urged, your voice barely a whisper. "What are some of the challenges you face? The unspoken expectations? Perhaps some of the Quirks your classmates possess..." You planted the seed of information-sharing subtly, watering it with your carefully constructed persona.

Iida, basking in your newfound attentiveness, readily complied. He launched into a detailed explanation of Class 1-A's rigorous training regimen, the immense pressure to succeed, and even dropped a few names of his classmates and their Quirks; his info a little more detailed than Bakugo's recount from the first day a couple of weeks ago.

You absorbed this information eagerly, filing it away for future use.

Just as you both rounded the corner to the bus, the yellow glow in your eyes faded away. With an innocent smile, you ended the connection, confident that you'd gleaned all you needed for now.

Pushing your control too hard could backfire; a dazed and confused Iida would be a red flag in a school crawling with heroes. No, subtlety was key.

You had taken the first bite out of the apple of Class 1-A's secrets, and you were hungry for more.

A/N: usj arc slowly approaching...

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