- Location
- Earth
Might I recommend rereading the previous chapter? Though I gotta admit I'm rather surprised by this. Wasn't expecting it to be someone he knew.
Smuggler's Run (My Hero Academia SI)
- Thread starter Wombatman
- Start date
Canon Omake #2: Takenaka's Delinquent Death Match Training!
- Location
- Indiana
"Wait, Hiruma, slow the fuck down! First you knock me out with an assault rifle, then you slap me awake in a back alley, and now we're walking though, through fucking Ikebukuro? What the hell, man?" Takenaka yelled, jogging to catch up with the reason for his situation.
"I told you when I woke you up, didn't I? It's for training, fucking panda." Hiruma barked, popping a stick of gum into his mouth.
"Anyway, shut up. Something interesting is about to happen." The older teen said as he came to a stop, Takenaka catching up shortly after.
"In 3...2...1…"
As if out of nowhere, something crashed to the ground in front of them. A vending machine, going on the fritz and veritably launching cans of soda from the slot at the bottom of it.
"Hiruma...you fucking trash! I told you not to step foot on my turf again, didn't I?" Someone yelled, the foot traffic parting like the red sea as the speaker came closer.
She was tall, and broad shouldered, with long dreadlocks hanging down her back and emerald lenses in a pair of expensive sunglasses.
"D...dreadlocks?" Takenaka stuttered, taking a step back as the woman continued to approach, an ugly sneer dominating her face.
"Kekeke, I knew you'd show up with this idiot screaming my name. Always predictable, fucking dreads." Hiruma grinned, leaning over the still malfunctioning vending machine.
"You remember me telling you about that, don't you? How I never wanted to see your face again, right Hiruma?" The woman growled, placing one foot on the vending machine separating her from the two Shiketsu students.
"Heard you got yourself a cushy gig bouncing at a club near the west gate, fucking dreads." Hiruma chirped, a bright pink bubble expanding from his toothy grin.
"I got fired from there ages ago. And I thought I told you to stop calling me that, didn't I? You getting hearing loss, knife-ear? My name is Natasha Yamaguchi, try to get it right." The now named Natasha said, pressing her foot down on the vending machine and crushing that section of it down flat.
Immediately, Takenaka began to run through the names of every famous delinquent he'd ever heard of, every biker and yankee to ever make a name for themselves.
"She's...she's…" Takenaka breathed, falling backwards as he cowered.
"The strongest woman in Ikebukuro." Hiruma said, grin never wavering as his bubble popped, bright pink gum plastered to his face.
Said woman was leering angrily, dreadlocks hanging down in front of her face as her head swiveled between the two in front of her like a predator measuring prey, emerald lenses glinting in the low light as the Sunshine 60 loomed overhead.
"Hey, fucking panda. Hope you know how to use this thing." Hiruma said, reaching into the duffel hanging over his shoulder and throwing a familiar object at the younger teen.
Catching his bokuto out of the air, Takenaka hopped to his feet, staring down the woman before him.
In the face of fear, your average man will lose his ability to think rationally.
Brandishing his faux-blade, Takenaka tensed his muscles, bokuto held in a position he'd practiced many times in his life.
"Buddha Giri: Shockwave!" He yelled, bringing the blade up in a diagonal slash, the wave of pressure sending Natasha backwards with a thud.
"You made me hit my head." Natasha growled, pulling herself back to a standing position. Blood dribbled around her neck, matting her dreadlocks together.
"You have to know something like that could kill somebody, right? And this means you were intentionally trying to kill me, right? So then whatever happens next...is what you deserve, right?" She growled, lunging forward in a flash of motion, her fist connecting with Takenaka's chest with a crunch and sending him skidding backwards.
Quickly, those who had not already fled at the beginning of the confrontation began to scramble away, no doubt aware of the brawl that was about to ensue, leaving only the foolish and the brave behind.
Those with overwhelming power instinctively strike fear into the hearts of others.
She's violence personified. It's what she lives and breathes.
Simply put, she's the very definition of violence.
With a scream, she charged forward, throwing haymaker after haymaker at the wannabe swordsman. Takenaka weaved through some of the blows, the majority hitting him head on with thuds and sickening crunches as they connected.
"Well, I'll catch you two later, fucking dreads, fucking panda!" Hiruma said, turning and beginning to jog away.
"Oh hell no!" Natasha yelled, grabbing the half crushed vending machine and flinging it toward the blond teen.
If you asked Takenaka Takehiko what went through his head in that moment, he'd tell you the same thing every time.
"It was like my legs moved on their own."
In a blur of movement, he was in between Hiruma and the vending machine, his bokuto held not in front of him, but behind. Parallel to his spine, directly above his left shoulder blade, the edge facing away from his back, two words escaping his mouth like errant sakura blossoms riding a spring breeze.
"Buddha Giri." He intoned, the flying hunk of metal splitting in two as it met the wooden blade.
"Ah. He got it in one." Hiruma said, looking back at the younger student, his normally malicious grin absent.
Ceaseless, Natasha continued to press the attack, her wild swings becoming tighter and faster and Takenaka's once sloppy counterattacks and dodges transforming into firm blocks and graceful steps around her swings.
To many, Hiruma Yuichi is many things. A friend, a comrade, a delinquent, a blackmailer, even the devil himself in some cases. But to few, he is a tactician. A man with a brain that moves at five hundred kilometers a minute, cranking out strategies and contingencies at a rate and complexity incomprehensible to those without intelligence enhancing Quirks.
This is the power of the Commander Hero, Devilbat, and it was not the malicious and cruel Hiruma that observed the melee between the two powerhouses before him. It was Devilbat, calculating and methodical and plotting, and as he observed he could come to only one conclusion.
This form of autopilot, this almost trance-like state that Takenaka had entered as the fight dragged on, fewer and fewer bystanders watching and risking their health to be near this clash of absolute monsters...it was telling.
Of every first year student, Takenaka Takehiko stood the greatest chance of winning the Shiketsu Sports Festival.
Lost in his own mind, Devilbat only barely caught the motions Takenaka was going through, and time slowed as he spoke, his sword raised high over his panting opponent.
"Tathagata."
"Fucking fatass! Now!" Hiruma yelled, causing one of the scant few bystanders bursting into motion unfit for his size, his tray of takoyaki hitting the ground with a clatter.
"FG Wall!" The man yelled, interposing himself between Natasha and her would be executioner.
The wooden blade impacted the rotund man, the force rippling through his heavyset body.
"Hiruma-kun...you made me drop my takoyaki!" Fatgum whined, one arm coming up to grab the bokuto that was slowly being dislodged from his gut.
"Kekeke, then you should have eaten them faster, fucking fatass!" Hiruma snapped, the venom in his voice only half as toxic as normal as his mind continued to whir.
"You'll buy me some more, right? If you do I won't mention you at the hospital, so please? Please buy me more takoyaki?" Fatgum continued to whine, His free hand reaching out and clocking the still struggling Takenaka, sending him blissfully into unconsciousness as Natasha herself gave one final pant of exertion before falling forward, exhaustion carrying her into unconsciousness.
"Fine, fucking fatass. I'll buy you some more damn takoyaki. Now haul these dumbasses to the hospital. I've still got time with the fucking panda." Hiruma snapped, prying the bokuto from his insensate kohai's grasp.
"And a lot of thinking to do…" He muttered, stuffing Takenaka's weapon into his duffle and following behind the hero carrying the sleeping brawlers.
He would see to it that both got to the hospital, if only long enough to be patched up enough to move around. He had to see a man about a football team and a motorcycle...
"I told you when I woke you up, didn't I? It's for training, fucking panda." Hiruma barked, popping a stick of gum into his mouth.
"Anyway, shut up. Something interesting is about to happen." The older teen said as he came to a stop, Takenaka catching up shortly after.
"In 3...2...1…"
As if out of nowhere, something crashed to the ground in front of them. A vending machine, going on the fritz and veritably launching cans of soda from the slot at the bottom of it.
"Hiruma...you fucking trash! I told you not to step foot on my turf again, didn't I?" Someone yelled, the foot traffic parting like the red sea as the speaker came closer.
She was tall, and broad shouldered, with long dreadlocks hanging down her back and emerald lenses in a pair of expensive sunglasses.
"D...dreadlocks?" Takenaka stuttered, taking a step back as the woman continued to approach, an ugly sneer dominating her face.
"Kekeke, I knew you'd show up with this idiot screaming my name. Always predictable, fucking dreads." Hiruma grinned, leaning over the still malfunctioning vending machine.
"You remember me telling you about that, don't you? How I never wanted to see your face again, right Hiruma?" The woman growled, placing one foot on the vending machine separating her from the two Shiketsu students.
"Heard you got yourself a cushy gig bouncing at a club near the west gate, fucking dreads." Hiruma chirped, a bright pink bubble expanding from his toothy grin.
"I got fired from there ages ago. And I thought I told you to stop calling me that, didn't I? You getting hearing loss, knife-ear? My name is Natasha Yamaguchi, try to get it right." The now named Natasha said, pressing her foot down on the vending machine and crushing that section of it down flat.
Immediately, Takenaka began to run through the names of every famous delinquent he'd ever heard of, every biker and yankee to ever make a name for themselves.
"She's...she's…" Takenaka breathed, falling backwards as he cowered.
"The strongest woman in Ikebukuro." Hiruma said, grin never wavering as his bubble popped, bright pink gum plastered to his face.
Said woman was leering angrily, dreadlocks hanging down in front of her face as her head swiveled between the two in front of her like a predator measuring prey, emerald lenses glinting in the low light as the Sunshine 60 loomed overhead.
"Hey, fucking panda. Hope you know how to use this thing." Hiruma said, reaching into the duffel hanging over his shoulder and throwing a familiar object at the younger teen.
Catching his bokuto out of the air, Takenaka hopped to his feet, staring down the woman before him.
In the face of fear, your average man will lose his ability to think rationally.
Brandishing his faux-blade, Takenaka tensed his muscles, bokuto held in a position he'd practiced many times in his life.
"Buddha Giri: Shockwave!" He yelled, bringing the blade up in a diagonal slash, the wave of pressure sending Natasha backwards with a thud.
"You made me hit my head." Natasha growled, pulling herself back to a standing position. Blood dribbled around her neck, matting her dreadlocks together.
"You have to know something like that could kill somebody, right? And this means you were intentionally trying to kill me, right? So then whatever happens next...is what you deserve, right?" She growled, lunging forward in a flash of motion, her fist connecting with Takenaka's chest with a crunch and sending him skidding backwards.
Quickly, those who had not already fled at the beginning of the confrontation began to scramble away, no doubt aware of the brawl that was about to ensue, leaving only the foolish and the brave behind.
Those with overwhelming power instinctively strike fear into the hearts of others.
She's violence personified. It's what she lives and breathes.
Simply put, she's the very definition of violence.
With a scream, she charged forward, throwing haymaker after haymaker at the wannabe swordsman. Takenaka weaved through some of the blows, the majority hitting him head on with thuds and sickening crunches as they connected.
"Well, I'll catch you two later, fucking dreads, fucking panda!" Hiruma said, turning and beginning to jog away.
"Oh hell no!" Natasha yelled, grabbing the half crushed vending machine and flinging it toward the blond teen.
If you asked Takenaka Takehiko what went through his head in that moment, he'd tell you the same thing every time.
"It was like my legs moved on their own."
In a blur of movement, he was in between Hiruma and the vending machine, his bokuto held not in front of him, but behind. Parallel to his spine, directly above his left shoulder blade, the edge facing away from his back, two words escaping his mouth like errant sakura blossoms riding a spring breeze.
"Buddha Giri." He intoned, the flying hunk of metal splitting in two as it met the wooden blade.
"Ah. He got it in one." Hiruma said, looking back at the younger student, his normally malicious grin absent.
Ceaseless, Natasha continued to press the attack, her wild swings becoming tighter and faster and Takenaka's once sloppy counterattacks and dodges transforming into firm blocks and graceful steps around her swings.
To many, Hiruma Yuichi is many things. A friend, a comrade, a delinquent, a blackmailer, even the devil himself in some cases. But to few, he is a tactician. A man with a brain that moves at five hundred kilometers a minute, cranking out strategies and contingencies at a rate and complexity incomprehensible to those without intelligence enhancing Quirks.
This is the power of the Commander Hero, Devilbat, and it was not the malicious and cruel Hiruma that observed the melee between the two powerhouses before him. It was Devilbat, calculating and methodical and plotting, and as he observed he could come to only one conclusion.
This form of autopilot, this almost trance-like state that Takenaka had entered as the fight dragged on, fewer and fewer bystanders watching and risking their health to be near this clash of absolute monsters...it was telling.
Of every first year student, Takenaka Takehiko stood the greatest chance of winning the Shiketsu Sports Festival.
Lost in his own mind, Devilbat only barely caught the motions Takenaka was going through, and time slowed as he spoke, his sword raised high over his panting opponent.
"Tathagata."
"Fucking fatass! Now!" Hiruma yelled, causing one of the scant few bystanders bursting into motion unfit for his size, his tray of takoyaki hitting the ground with a clatter.
"FG Wall!" The man yelled, interposing himself between Natasha and her would be executioner.
The wooden blade impacted the rotund man, the force rippling through his heavyset body.
"Hiruma-kun...you made me drop my takoyaki!" Fatgum whined, one arm coming up to grab the bokuto that was slowly being dislodged from his gut.
"Kekeke, then you should have eaten them faster, fucking fatass!" Hiruma snapped, the venom in his voice only half as toxic as normal as his mind continued to whir.
"You'll buy me some more, right? If you do I won't mention you at the hospital, so please? Please buy me more takoyaki?" Fatgum continued to whine, His free hand reaching out and clocking the still struggling Takenaka, sending him blissfully into unconsciousness as Natasha herself gave one final pant of exertion before falling forward, exhaustion carrying her into unconsciousness.
"Fine, fucking fatass. I'll buy you some more damn takoyaki. Now haul these dumbasses to the hospital. I've still got time with the fucking panda." Hiruma snapped, prying the bokuto from his insensate kohai's grasp.
"And a lot of thinking to do…" He muttered, stuffing Takenaka's weapon into his duffle and following behind the hero carrying the sleeping brawlers.
He would see to it that both got to the hospital, if only long enough to be patched up enough to move around. He had to see a man about a football team and a motorcycle...
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Well, here it is! This went through like three rewrites and is absolutely peppered with references, some more obvious than others. Let me know what you think, comments and criticisms are always welcome, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story!
ThatOtherSatori
Lover of Spicy Food
- Location
- Indiana, USA
I see that even in the MHA universes, Ikebukuro isn't a place to walk into lightly.
Chapter 12
- Location
- Indiana
Sunday, May 25th, 2223
Alamogordo Special Detention Site, New Mexico, United States of America
Alamogordo Special Detention Site, New Mexico, United States of America
The Alamogordo Special Detention Site. A maximum security super prison built upon the test site of the world's first atomic bomb. A fitting prison for it's primary prisoner.
"Hey, dude, you wanna go check on the bastard? I'll spot you lunch if you do." One of the guards says, slumping against the wall behind him.
"Fuck, fine. The shit I do for a free taco." The man says, turning and stepping in front of the vault door he had been guarding.
Muttering to himself, he steadily went through the array of locks before the three foot thick block of lead and steel slowly lowered itself into the ground.
Ten minutes, still filled with disgruntled muttering, later, after going through another three doors not unlike the first, the guard finally came to a small room with a tall tube-like object at the center.
The room is dim, the only light coming from a single point on the tube.
"God...creepy bastard, always with that stupid fucking smile on his face like he's not being used to power every city in the state." The guard says, sighing as he steps over wires to the glowing tube.
"Hey, wake up buddy. Gotta make sure you're not gettin' too comfy, y'know?" The guard says, rapping his knuckles on the thick glass plate that forms the sole window of the 'cell'.
"Don't you worry about me none now, I'll be just fine." The man in the tube says, the sickly green glow emanating from his body dimming a bit.
"And I'll be doin' even better in a minute. Ain't that right, Mr. Black Mist?" The prisoner says, an ugly grin stretching across his face.
"Of course, Lawton-san." Kurogiri says, the guards head tumbling to the ground behind his body as the villain steps out from behind the tube.
"Come on now, didn't I tell you? Call me Atomic Hate." He says, the glow dimming further and further before the room is completely dark, a clattering of metal on metal as part of the tube falls away.
In a single minute, the room is empty.
In the next minute, the state of New Mexico is dark.
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"Wow, some big villain escaped from a prison in the U.S." Himiko says from her spot next to me on the couch. She's had her laptop out just scrolling through her social media, bugging me every time something interesting pops up.
"Man, the world is so gloomy anymore…" I groan, glaring at the phone in my hand.
Even in another life, gacha consumes my soul.
We're all sort of relaxing tonight, the last night before we go back to normal school life.
"Whoa...Han-kun, look at this! He wasn't just a villain, he was a supervillain!" Himiko nearly shouts, grabbing my arm and dragging me over to look at the screen of her laptop.
Many people think that heroes and villains are basic black-and-white, with only the heroes having any sort of ranking system.
Those people are wrong. There are five ranks of villains, each of differing threat levels. D and C ranked villains are commonplace, often no more troubling than a purse snatcher. B and A ranked villains are more dangerous, often with multiple kills under their belts.
There have been four villains officially ranked as S. Supervillains. The kind of monsters only the strongest heroes working together can defeat.
Destro, founder of the Meta Liberation Army.
Stain, the Hero Killer.
Shigaraki Tomura, the perpetrator of the attack on U.A's USJ.
And last, but not least…
"The Supervillain Atomic Hate, the first official Supervillain, has escaped from the Alamogordo Special Detention Site in New Mexico in the United States of America…" I breathe, not quite believing the words as I say them.
"Hey, somebody give me a hand here!" Ikeda yells from the door, and I immediately turn to look.
He has one of Takenaka's arms slung over his shoulders, doing his best to drag the taller student inside.
I rush over, slinging his other arm over my shoulders and hauling him the rest of the way inside with Ikeda's help.
Himiko vacates her spot as we head toward the couch, eyes going wide at the sight of our friend, unconscious and littered with bandages.
"What happened to him?" Himiko asks, the other people still lingering downstairs crowding around as we gently set him down on the couch.
"No damn clue. I was coming in from my workout and found him passed out on a tricked out bike looking like we went ten rounds with Fourth Kind." Ikeda says, scratching at his jaw.
"I'll call Hieroglyph-san, he should still be in his office." Yoshida says, absent of her usual coldness.
Worry overtakes us all, but worrying is all we can do.
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"He'll be fine. He's got some deep bruises and a couple of cuts, but nothing that can't be fixed with some bed rest." Hieroglyph says, getting up from where he was examining Takenaka.
"If you guys could take him up to his room, that would be good. Some rest ought to fix him right up." The school nurse says, packing up his medical kit and leaving with a wave.
"...not it!" Himiko cries, a chorus of the phrase following shortly after, sticking Yoshida and I with lugging the big idiot to his room.
Thank fuck for elevators.
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Monday, May 26th, 2223
Monday, May 26th, 2223
"Alright class, I'll be your teacher for today, so you get a double dose of Vertigrow!" Our English teacher says, a stack of papers in his hands.
Normally Irradiator, Lawton-sensei, teaches the Heroics class, occasionally with Cruiser-sensei's help, but for our English teacher to take over…
"Is sensei not feeling well?" I ask, concerned for my favorite teacher.
Not only was his class the most fun, but he as a person had helped me solidify my resolve to be a hero. Knowing he was doing poorly...it worried me.
"Ah, he's just dealing with a family issue. He'll be back in time for the sports festival." Vertigro says, shuffling through the stack of papers.
"Now, show of hands, who has watched either the Shiketsu or U.A Sports Festival before? I know I watched and enjoyed the U.A Sports Festival over the weekend, how many others did?" The teacher asks, nodding at entire class full of raised hands.
"Okay, so, you probably know then that we have a very different structure from U.A's Sports Festival. U.A typically has an obstacle course, a random team event, and a tournament, all done in gym uniforms. In our case, things are a bit different. Shiketsu as an organization understands that cooperation is key, there's an entire second year curriculum dedicated to combo moves to prove it, but above all else, combat experience is key, and thus our sports festival is a tournament above all else." The normally jovial teacher says, his face pulled into a hard look.
"There will be no by rounds, and there will be no seeding. On top of this, you will not be referred to by your legal names. Instead, as in years past, you will be called by your hero name, and you will be in full heroics gear with any support equipment you've had made."
"Alright, now that all that is out of the way, let's talk about hero branding! You'll have to cultivate an image as a hero, and you'll have to learn to maintain that image too." Our sensei says, back to his sunny self, hands gesturing wildly as vines of kudzu sprout from the planters on his shoulders and begin passing out worksheets on branding in heroism.
Maybe this won't be too bad after all.
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Elsewhere, in another place, with another person...
Elsewhere, in another place, with another person...
"Oh man, you don't know how long it's been since I had actual food, man. I've been on an IV drip the past ninety something years and holy shit, I forgot what beer tasted like! How did I forget what beer tasted like?" Atomic Hate says exuberantly, cracking another white and red can and guzzling the contents.
"Kurogiri, are you sure this is the right guy? Atomic Hate was supposed to be a violent mass murderer, not a chuckling boozehound." Shigaraki rasps, scratching at the bleeding scabs on his neck.
"Hey, handy. It's not nice to talk about people like they aren't here, y'know? Let me enjoy my freedom a little longer, then I'll start doing what you want, got it? And have a burger. You're way too skinny." The softly glowing man says, chucking one of the many cardboard boxes littering the bar counter at the skinner villain.
Snatching it out of the air, eyeing it suspiciously, Shigaraki speaks once more.
"What's on it?" He says, his middle finger hovering above the top of the box.
"Everything but pickles and tomato. I'm not a barbarian, y'know." Atomic Hate says, crushing a can against his knee before tearing into a burger of his own.
"...maybe you aren't so dumb after all." The wiry villain says, popping open the box and lifting the hand covering his face just far enough to take a bit of the greasy cheeseburger.
"Ninety years plus change and there's still nothing better than a Big Mac. Shit, all I need now is a coke and some twinkies and it's a party!" Atomic Hate says, thumping his chest to get the rest of the greasy fast food down his gullet.
"What's a twinkie?" Shigaraki asks, taking another bite.
"You don't know what a twinkie is?" Atomic Hate says, looking at the younger villain with a mixture of horror and pity.
"Oh, Shigaraki, buddy, I need to educate you." Atomic Hate says, draining yet another can.
"Educate me?" Shigaraki asks, one slim eyebrow raised in a sort of condescending curiosity.
"Yeah, on junk food, and on how to have fun with being a villain. All the villains nowadays are stuck up their own asses and have some sort of agenda, some kind of end they wanna reach, but whatever happened to the old kind of villainy where we just stole and killed and raised seven kinds of hell just because we could?" The older villain says, sighing heavily.
"Well, whatever. I'm gonna go see if I can't find some twinkies, maybe get some more burgers, too."
"...Sensei, did you hear all of that?" Shigaraki says once Atomic Hate is gone,
"I did, Tomura. You'll have to excuse him, he has some rather...antiquated opinions. He will serve us, though." The ancient villain crackles through the speakers of the TV behind the bar.
"Especially with our other new recruit."
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"Man, Takehiko, you had us worried dude. What the hell did Hiruma do to you?" I ask as we walk down the street, Himiko clinging to my arm as she argues with Inasa about some inane thing.
"It's...a long story. I got a motorcycle out of it though!" Takenaka says, referencing the tricked out monster we'd hid inside a storage closet in the dorms.
"You're gonna have to let me take that thing out for a joyride, dude." Inasa says, breaking away from his argument to participate in the conversation.
"Do you know how to ride?" Takenaka asks, one furry eyebrow raised.
"He doesn't. Can't even ride a normal bike." I say, Inasa's eye twitching at the low blow.
"Yeah, well, neither can you!" Inasa snaps turning his head away with a humph.
"Does this mean I win the argument?" Himiko says to nobody in particular, an impish grin spreading across her face.
"Matcha is not the best ice cream flavor!" Inasa nearly screams, whipping back around to lock glares with my girlfriend.
"Well rocky road isn't exactly hot shit either!" She snaps, baring her teeth.
"Argument aside, where are we even going?" I ask, bumping Himiko to break her away from the inevitable fistfight.
"Oh yeah! We're going to Hero Ice! We've all been working our butts off prepping for the sports festival and I figured with this heat wave we could get some ice cream!" Himiko says, back to her normal cheerful self.
"My sister took me there once when I was a kid! They do all sorts of hero themed flavors and sundaes!" Inasa says in that loud, almost obnoxious, way of his.
"Oh man, that sounds awesome!" I say, more excited than normal for ice cream, Takehiko nearly drooling from his place on the edge of the sidewalk.
The world may be rough and nasty, but ice cream makes everything better.
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Hey! Two updates in as many days! Hope you enjoy, bonus points for whoever guesses what the foreshadowing in the morse code is alluding to.
- Location
- Finland
…...Wombat…. exactly how accurate is that name? Because consideirng how he was the fuel source for all of new Mexico.....things could get real messy, like…. "Japan gets hiroshima'd again" kind of messy….
…...Ok, so how old is this guy, and how is he kickng? Quirks have been around for multiple generations, and AfO is.....well, old enough that he needed a specific Quirk to live to the current era, so y'know, prolly in the 150-200 range….
That said, good interaction with Shigaraki, AH trying to inject some levity into this whipper-snapper.
- Location
- Indiana
Ah, yes. Atomic Hate's Quirk is...special. It's got some side effects I'll not disclose, but that bit about a second Hiroshima?
Well, the reason I didn't call him Fat Man is because it would be too tame.
Think about how long of a half-life Uranium-238 has.
I take some small pride in writing interactions, and the idea of Shigaraki not knowing what a twinkie is makes me giggle.
- Location
- Finland
...And I take it that the only reason Japan's….well, Still gonna be there is because going full-blast wouldn't be fun for long...and because it'd be unsporting.
….You fucker. The man's basically immortal.
- Location
- USA
Really? Stain being classified as an S Rank? While it fits his societal impact after his fight with the UA students, he's not all that powerful. Is it inflated because he has a hero body count? It didn't sound like he killed that many heroes from what I remember though ...
And why wouldn't there be many from the chaotic era when quirks were starting to emerge or even from before All Might helped establish an era of peace?
I can understand if there's some information control going on, but the two newer ones don't make sense in conjunction with the "this villain is very powerful and violent" kind of vibe the rank seems to imply
Maybe he will explode if he's killed?
- Location
- Indiana
This is the kind of good insightful and curious commentary I like seeing. The way I'm handling S Rank Villains is by 4 sort of statistics attached to them. Societal Impact, Body Count, Ambition, and Moral Depravity. To rank them out of 10, it would look something like this.
Stain
- Bodycount: 8/10
- Ambition: 7/10
- Societal Impact: 4/10
- Moral Depravity: 7/10
- Bodycount: 8/10
- Ambition: 7/10
- Societal Impact: 4/10
- Moral Depravity: 7/10
Shigaraki
- Bodycount: 4/10
- Ambition: 9/10
- Societal Impact: 2/10
- Moral Depravity: 8/10
- Bodycount: 4/10
- Ambition: 9/10
- Societal Impact: 2/10
- Moral Depravity: 8/10
Destro
- Bodycount: 5/10
- Ambition: 9/10
- Societal Impact: 9/10
- Moral Depravity: 5/10
- Bodycount: 5/10
- Ambition: 9/10
- Societal Impact: 9/10
- Moral Depravity: 5/10
Atomic Hate
- Bodycount: 10/10
- Ambition: 4/10
- Societal Impact: 6/10
- Moral Depravity: 8/10
- Bodycount: 10/10
- Ambition: 4/10
- Societal Impact: 6/10
- Moral Depravity: 8/10
As for why Atomic Hate is on the list, well...
There's only 49 United States of America in the year 2223.
- Location
- USA
I don't know if ambition is a good category. Anyone can have big ambitions, but if they don't have the power to give a reasonable attempt of it it shouldn't really be considered. And it should be from the perspective of how law enforcement and/or the public view their ability rather than their actual ability to do it.
That last point of how society views them is the most important in my opinion. For example, it doesn't matter if they have a body count in the hundreds if no one knows that they do. So this dangerous serial killer probably wouldn't be considered a Supervillain.
In a similar manner, if it is generally believed they have a body count in the hundreds, when the overwhelming majority of those are actually misattributed to the Villain it should inflate their rank so they might end up considered a Supervillain.
Moral Depravity seems like a bit of an arbitrary category and it doesn't really come across as meaningful to me. It might just be the fact that I can imagine some really depraved things, but just killing seems to give way too high of a rating.
High moral Depravity makes me think of serial killers who record themselves torturing their victims because they're a sick fuck who gets sexual satisfaction from rewatching it while riding high on the feeling of murder by burying victims alive because that method of murder draws out the sick pleasure of the act for them.
I think part if my issue is Shigaraki of this point in time in the series being on this highly exclusive list when his actions don't seem anywhere near the others. Unless he's acting as a stand in for the League of Villains (which isn't really established as much of a threat since they got their asses kicked by school kids) I can't really see how you can say what he's done and what he personally can do can match the walking nuke.
If you made Supervillain a more common threat level, but one a villain will often get demoted from for one reason or another (like getting captured) it can allow for some more depth to it if you care for the change. It adds to the threat of the Supervillains who never leave the list, and can explain why someone like All for One isn't on the list (since he's presumed dead and his legacy has been near totally destroyed by All Might)
Vanargand
So tired.....
More or less
Toga's quirk evolved now she mimics form AND quirks
- Location
- India
So....you gonna rewrite the initial chapters with a more vampire-ish Toga?
- Location
- Indiana
Unlikely. I'll work it in somewhere though.
Animapower
Wise Fool
- Location
- At the tea party
Well, damned if Atomic Hate isn't my favorite kind of cheesy villain names with personality to match.
I appreciate the sheer normality of him, it's clear he's baaaaad news, but at the same time, he comes off as very human. He appreciates junk food, gives nicknames, loves what he does (even if it's clearly not something most people would find respectable) and just enjoys living life as it comes.
Plus, he's apparently old enough he could legitimately quote the Star Wars movies and this is an absolute plus for anyone in the My Hero Academia verse.
On the usual suspects, I can only shake my head in fond amusement as the group's dynamics keep reminding me of my best moments with my little siblings. Oh, the arguments over what food was best and whether or not I would let them use my stuff that they didn't know how to use.
Keep up the good work, Wombat, this is my feels good reading for when I'm depressed and every new chapter reminds me of why.
Vanilla Ice Cream best Ice Cream, by the way, fite me.
I appreciate the sheer normality of him, it's clear he's baaaaad news, but at the same time, he comes off as very human. He appreciates junk food, gives nicknames, loves what he does (even if it's clearly not something most people would find respectable) and just enjoys living life as it comes.
Plus, he's apparently old enough he could legitimately quote the Star Wars movies and this is an absolute plus for anyone in the My Hero Academia verse.
On the usual suspects, I can only shake my head in fond amusement as the group's dynamics keep reminding me of my best moments with my little siblings. Oh, the arguments over what food was best and whether or not I would let them use my stuff that they didn't know how to use.
Keep up the good work, Wombat, this is my feels good reading for when I'm depressed and every new chapter reminds me of why.
Vanilla Ice Cream best Ice Cream, by the way, fite me.
Chapter 13
- Location
- Indiana
Wednesday, May 28th, 2223
Shiketsu First Year Stadium
Shiketsu First Year Stadium
God, I'm scared. Not only am I going to have to fight my friends, but there are TV cameras everywhere, and on top of that…
"Arsenal-kun! Arsenal-kun! Could we get a word with you?" A woman says, shoving a microphone in front of my mask, the cameraman hovering behind her smiling nervously.
"Um, sure, I guess." I say, immediately regret every decision I've ever made as her bright smile widens.
"Wonderful!" She says, giving a quick signal to the cameraman before speaking again.
"Channel 15's Fujiwara Misato here, live at the Shiketsu First Year Sports Festival! We've got the second seed of the tournament, Arsenal-kun, here with us. Arsenal-kun, how are you feeling right now?" She asks, the microphone in her hand hovering in front of me.
"Worried, I guess? There are a lot of tough people here, so I'm not going to get too cocky." I say, scratching at my temple through my suit.
"How humble! Now, I understand you're close friends with several of your fellow competitors, which is to be expected in such a small heroics course. How does it feel knowing you'll have to fight some of your friends?" She says, proffering the microphone once more.
"Ah, it is a bit scary. Pandaman, Gale Force, those are matchups where I've got to wish and pray I'll get something like a lucky punch in with just their sheer power. Others like Verse and Intrepid I'm going to have to rely on my wits to keep me from getting knocked out of the tournament." I say, rambling slightly.
"How insightful! Now, we are just minutes away from the first match, and I have just one more question for you, Arsenal-kun. What is your Quirk?"
"I'd rather show than say. You'll get your answer during the tournament." I say, waving as I bolt for the participants seats.
"Hey, Arsenal!" Inasa shouts, one massive glove in the air waving me over as I jog down the steps toward our section.
... -.- .. -. / .. .----. -- / .. -.
"Round One, Intrepid VS Empress, begin!" Irradiator shouts from his place at the edge of the dirt floor arena, and Himiko is off like a shot towards the still stationary Yoshida.
"Surrender now, and I promise I shall only partially freeze you." Yoshida says, eyeing Himiko as she continues to barrel towards her across the arena.
"You're really no match. Not only am I more intelligent, more attractive, and more popular than you...I don't have such a villainous Quirk." The white haired girl says, and I feel the air shift.
"She's fucked." I say, Inasa nodding sagely beside me as we watch Himiko accelerate towards Yoshida.
Himiko bellows, more animal than human, the syringes on the sleeves of her suit popping out like demented claws as she leaps into the air, coming down on Yoshida's head like the executioner's axe.
"You fucked up, princess!" She screams, her face contorted in pure rage.
"It's Empress, plebeian." Yoshida says, and a foil made of pure ice manifests itself in her hand just in time to guard against the claws above her.
It does not, however, stop the boots that plant themselves in her chest.
It's like a gunshot, the telltale snap of a bone breaking as Himiko's boots connect and Yoshida goes flying back.
Like that, the round is over. Himiko's victory.
.--- ..- -- .--. / .- .-. --- ..- -. -..
"Hey. Nice work out there." I say as Himiko plops down between me and Inasa.
"Thanks. I wanted to get in a shot about her being a frigid bitch, but I guess I ended it too quickly…" Himiko says, tearing into a snack cake from the box I'd snuck in.
Yes, we snuck our own snacks in. Yes, they're store brand. Yes, I am a cheap bastard.
"So, bets on who's gonna win?" I say, scanning the rest of the section as my teammates roll their eyes and shake their heads.
"Spoilsports." I mutter, turning back to the in progress match.
We sit and chat shit for a while longer, before finally it's time for the first match of the second round.
I wish Himiko luck as she heads for the arena, wondering where Takenaka had gotten to.
.-- . / .-- .- -. - / ..-. ..- -.
We all hear him before we see him. The speakers cut off, Irradiator's voice replaced by pounding drums and a guitar riff that slowly goes from quiet to blaring, the sound of an engine revving alongside it.
We look up, to the top of the arena, where it looks like a ramp has been set up and as they bellowing vocals kick in the revving reaches a crescendo and a black dot comes soaring off the ramp, slowly getting larger as it sails over the stands and touches down in the dirt arena.
Takenaka, clad in an updated version of his hero gear, is mounted on the bike that he'd been found collapsed on. It's an older model, done up in the old biker style, with the white and red pattern of the old imperial flag decorating the body. A towering stack of exhaust pipes stick out behind the raised seat, and I can feel my inner gearhead salivating at sound of the engine purring.
"Dude you're literally drooling right now. Put the mechanic boner away." Inasa snarks, snatching another snack cake from the mountain of boxes.
Whoops.
The fight...doesn't take long. Against anyone else, Himiko would have done fine, but against Takenaka it's like ice skating uphill.
She lands a few good hits, a butterfly knife finding its way into the palm of his hand and leaving him with only one good hand for the rest of the fight.
But in the end, it's a strike to the back of the neck with the butt of his Bokuto that wins Takenaka the match.
I rush down to the treatment room as she's carted off the field by Hieroglyph and his assistant, worry rumbling in my stomach.
. .- .-. .-.. -.-- / ... ..- -- -- . .-.
I watch the rest of the matches from Himiko's bedside, the few others conscious enough to register my presence making small talk with me until, eventually, it's time for my match against Maki.
It's a short match, and I'm eager to get it over with, dropping a few flashbang and smoke grenades to limit her field of vision and her other senses.
She puts up a good fight, but I'm unable to enjoy it with the worry clogging my thoughts.
The smoke clears and she's unconscious, my hammer disappearing back into the hold.
"And in a stunning display of efficiency, Arsenal has defeated Cellular in record time!" A voice I register as Vertigro cries out. They must have him as the commentator for the first years.
I trudge back to the treatment room and sit back down at Himiko's bedside, and it's as they're carting Matsushita out that she finally wakes up.
"I...didn't win." She says, voice groggy.
"No...you did good though." I say, taking my hand in hers and smiling.
"Yeah...I missed your match though, didn't I?"
"Yeah. Wasn't much though." I say, hauling her to her feet and walking back to the competitor's section.
"Arsenal, you have 1 minute to report to the arena! 1 minute before disqualification!" Vertigro booms through the speakers as I get Himiko sat down next to Inasa.
"Cheer for me, would you?" I say as I vault over the edge of our section and into the arena, something other than my hammer or a grenade popping out of my hold on the way down.
I land just about parallel to Rap-chan, no, to Verse, and we size each other up.
We've all had little upgrades done to our costumes, our support gear, everything, and this is where we show it off.
Irradiator signals us to start, and I begin to charge forward before hitting a wall of sound.
He's whistling. Damn, subsonics.
"C'mon now, you know how my Quirk works! I manipulate the strength of the vibrations in the air by making vibrations of my own! That's how I beat Mixx, vibrating him until he couldn't go solid again, and I figure once you're off balance enough, one swift kick will be enough to win the match." Verse says, smiling the whole time.
Joke's on you asshat.
I give my helmet a thump, and like that the noise is gone. The adjustable soundproofing may keep it from getting worse, but damn, I'm dizzy already.
Standing back up, I aim the weapon in my hands at Verse, pulling the trigger just as a blast of heat and light ruptures the wall of the arena, the sound audible even through the supposedly perfect soundproofing.
The section collapses, the pro heroes formerly seated there bailing out as it begins to turn to rubble, and standing in front of the rubble is a veritable army of people. Most of them look like your typical low level thug, just barely villains, but the others…
There are two of them. One of them large, foreign, with a bushy beard just beginning to get peppered with gray and a mess of curly brown hair, a pair of denim coveralls covering the majority of his body. Violet flames flicker on his skin as he lowers his hand, tossing away a convenience store big gulp with the other.
The other villain is more familiar. Long greasy hair, an angular jaw, small beady eyes...and the chainsaw held in his hands.
"Shit, Saw, what was I supposed to say after we came through the wall?" The foreigner says, slumping as he looks over to Toxic Chainsaw. His Japanese is surprisingly good, accented.
"You were supposed to say, THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS IS HERE TO SEND A MESSAGE!" Toxic Chainsaw howls, revving his trademark weapon loudly. The crowd of thugs behind the two yell along with him, chaos breaking loose as civilians do their best to escape, and the pro heroes in attendance begin to muster themselves.
The other students in the support, management, and general education departments begin to beat feet out of the stadium as well, until all that's left are the heroes, the villains, and us, the heroics students.
"Students! As the most senior member of the faculty present, I hereby authorize you to fight! Kick ass, you brats!" Captain Cruiser yells, having commandeered a megaphone from somewhere.
Those with overwhelming power instinctively strike fear into those weaker than them.
It's like being face to face with a hurricane. A malevolent force of nature made manifest.
The entirety of my life flashes before my eyes, from childhood to now, and I feel myself step backwards. My entire body is shaking, vibrating, in fear. The kind of fear that ends wars and changes maps.
Fear is a natural thing, something I'd felt a million times before, but...but when I look into the eyes of the man I absolutely know is Atomic Hate...
Not like this. Never like this.
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Here we go, chapter 13! I'm planning on cross posting this to AO3 in the next couple of days, so feel free to follow it on there if it suits you better.
Animapower
Wise Fool
- Location
- At the tea party
*Ahem*
Looks like this tournament arc has been hijacked. But don't we worry, Atomic Hate is here for the entertainment and the healthy dose of daily violence recommended by every doctor who got their medical license revoked. Sit down, take a seat and enjoy the fireworks, eh?
Gosh, I love that bastard and I'm not quite sure why, that he just barges in after the frigid bitch's thorough ass kicking and Takenaka's bike boasting (Let's be honest, a bike like that is all the boasting you'll ever need to do, lying between your legs) just compounds that he has almost impeccable timing.
Looks like this tournament arc has been hijacked. But don't we worry, Atomic Hate is here for the entertainment and the healthy dose of daily violence recommended by every doctor who got their medical license revoked. Sit down, take a seat and enjoy the fireworks, eh?
Gosh, I love that bastard and I'm not quite sure why, that he just barges in after the frigid bitch's thorough ass kicking and Takenaka's bike boasting (Let's be honest, a bike like that is all the boasting you'll ever need to do, lying between your legs) just compounds that he has almost impeccable timing.
- Location
- The Mystic Land of Tejas
Is our little armory about to learn how to smuggle energy blasts? Draining Atomic Hate bone dry would be a quick way to upgrade his, wait for it, Arsenal.
- Location
- Finland
She gone fucked up.
Yuuuuuup.
Oooh, a sideshow entertainment.
I've already got the popcorn cookin'
Chapter 14
- Location
- Indiana
Time is a funny thing. It moves slower than we think it does, and faster than we expect it to at the same time.
Our perception of it can change drastically, and for me, well…
Watching the villains split up, Atomic Hate walking purposefully toward the professional heroes and Toxic Chainsaw strolling lazily toward my friends, his horde of apparent underlings right behind him…
It's a come to Jesus game-time moment, adrenaline flooding my system as I register that Toxic Chainsaw, a villain with a reputation for landing a solid hit on All Might, is walking towards my friends.
Towards Himiko, who right now makes shaky look stable.
Fuck. That. Shit.
I wheel around, the Boom Tube V2 held in one hand as my hammer manifests in the other.
The click of the trigger and the boom of the high pressure cartridge speaks more than I ever can, narrowly missing the towering villain and cracking into the wall.
"Oho? Looks like we've got ourselves a volunteer, boys!" Toxic Chainsaw says, the thugs behind him spreading out and beginning to circle me.
He gives his chainsaw a couple revs before stepping into the circle himself, the industrial monster in his grasp growling like a hungry beast.
"You really fucked up." I say, almost unaware of the words leaving my mouth as the gun flies back into my hold, a second hammer appearing in its place.
"Yeah, you really did." Takenaka says as he, Inasa, and Matsushita float into the circle, Inasa's Quirk keeping them aloft.
"Oh, more volunteers! I don't normally do groups, but for a group of willing and oh so heroic young men like yourselves, I'll make an exception." The villain says, charging forward only to be stopped cold.
"Ffuffuffu, you should watch yourself better, Chainsaw-san." Matsushita says, his threads binding the villain to the spot.
"Boss, there's a second one over there!" One of the grunts yells, and I look over to see a second Matsushita up in the stands, this one straining to keep Chainsaw held captive.
Then the second Matsushita begins to dance, the guise falling away to reveal Himiko. She's still looking pretty shaky, but the thumbs-up she flashes curbs my worry just a bit.
"Now!" Someone yells from the stands, and I instinctively blitz towards Toxic Chainsaw, Takenaka right beside me as the wind picks up under Inasa's control and villains go flying let right and center.
My hammers strike in tandem, Takenaka's bokuto lagging just a touch behind as Matsushita's hold breaks and he begins to catch and throw the villains Inasa misses. We drive the taller man against the wall, the tough stone cracking with the force of it.
"Tsk tsk. You first years are good, but inefficient." Someone says, landing in the center of the group, and he's almost attacked before he's recognized.
"Let you senpai show you how to perform crowd control." Shishikura Seiji says, the flesh of his arms breaking away to nail the dozens of underlings being thrown around by the underclassmen.
"It is best to incapacitate them in a single blow. Multiple blows lowers your efficiency, and wastes energy. Take this as advice from your senpai." He says, the villains transforming into congealed lumps of meat.
"Oh man, you kids are a riot!" Toxic Chainsaw screams, surging forward in a burst of movement.
The industrial chainsaw in his hand drags him forward, tearing through the dirt and breaking through the slight gap between Takenaka and I as he laughs maniacally.
He's broken past us, heading right for the middle of the group, right for Inasa, his lanky form climbing aboard the positively massive chainsaw and riding it like the world's most murderous motorcycle.
"Inasa!" I shout, stowing my hammers to extract a pair of grenades, the pins popping loose as they soar through the air, the flashes of light and resounding explosions catching his attention.
Inasa turns just in time to ram his head into the villain's face, only to fall down screaming as sickly green liquid flows from Toxic Chainsaw's body.
"Oops, I guess you didn't expect that, did you?" Chainsaw chuckles as he dismounts his weapon and swings it up and behind him, holding it above his head before swinging it toward the screaming Inasa.
Nobody else is paying attention.
Nobody is close enough.
We run, Takenaka and I, adrenaline keeping us from feeling our undoubtedly sore muscles, towards our friend, knowing we won't make it in time.
But I reach for him, one hand outstretched in a futile grab at saving a life, and I reach, and I grab, and I pull, and before I know it I'm flying through the air headfirst, the metal of my helmet connecting with Toxic Chainsaw with a thud and sending him wildly off balance.
"The hell?" He says, stumbling as I pull myself back to my feet.
"You...you bastard!" I howl, my hammers flying out of my hold mid-swing, and the villain deflects with his signature weapon.
"You interrupt our sports festival! You attack my classmates! You hurt my best friend! Congratulations you stupid son of a bitch!" I scream, any semblance of training flying out the window as my instincts scream for the death of the monster in front of me.
"Oho? What did I win?" The greasy villain says, batting away my swings like he's waving away a mosquito.
"A brand new asswhuppin'!" Takenaka says, wheeling around the villain and striking, the enraged face of Buddha appearing with every swing of his bokuto.
We keep him trapped a little while longer, trading glancing blows for shallow cuts and burns of the hazardous waste dripping from the villains body, but eventually we fall back from him, our bodies screaming for rest.
"Oy, Arsenal." Takenaka says between breaths, and I know just what he's thinking.
I've only got one shot at this, so I'd better make the most of it. For my friends. For Himiko.
I stow my hammers and barrel forward, screaming like a man possessed.
"A suicide charge? How cute!" Toxic Chainsaw laughs, but I know he's just as tired as we are.
He lowers his chainsaw and bolts forward to meet me, and I almost don't feel the spinning blade as it goes in through the front and out my back. It's a dull pain, but most importantly...I'm right in his face.
"Smile, fuckstick!" I say as I withdraw one last weapon from my hold.
It's bigger than the Boom Tube V2, and built like something right out of a video game. It's sleek, black, with a wide stock and a drum of ammunition below it, right in front of the trigger.
I pull the trigger, and the world explodes as the grenade flies out, its gray metal casing shattering as it breaks apart, and the last thing I hear as I slip into blissful unconsciousness is someone screaming my name.
When I finally wake up, my whole body is aching.
The lights blind my eyes as I open them, and that plus the unfamiliar ceiling tells me all I need to know.
"If this is hell, I want out." I say to nobody in particular.
"It's only hell if you eat the food." Someone says, and I crane my neck and scan the room.
Sitting there, next to a softly snoring Himiko and a drooling Inasa is a familiar face.
"Principal Saikawa. What are you doing here?" I ask, doing my best to prop myself up on my elbows.
"My old man got hurt in the attack, and when I heard you got hurt in it I decided to come and check up. Imagine my surprise when I found these two dozing off at your bedside." She says, standing up and brushing off her skirt.
"Well, I hope you get better. From what I heard you got hit pretty badly."
"Yeah…" I say, looking over at my friends. They're slumped together, sleeping peacefully despite the mess of bandages all over them.
"Hey guys, I'm back-" Takenaka says, stepping into the room with a bag of what smells like burgers in his hands. He stops cold when he sees me, the brown paper bag falling to the floor with a thud as he stomps over and snatches me by the front of my hospital gown. Saikawa chooses that moment to leave, stepping over the fallen fast food on her way out.
"You absolute dipshit! What sort of braindead bullshit was that? You could have got yourself killed! You nearly did! Do you know how we all felt seeing you get stuck like a fucking pig on that chainsaw? Huh? You were in surgery for five hours! Five fucking hours! Do you know how worried we were?" Takenaka roars, jerking me forward to meet his fist head on.
"God...god damn it, man, just, don't scare us like that, okay?" He says, voice wet with emotion.
I blink, shaking off the blow to my head before his words really register with me.
"Yeah..don't worry, man. One heroic sacrifice is enough for me, y'know?" I say, only half joking.
We spend a little while talking before Himiko and Inasa wake up, both overcome with emotion at my survival.
I cry a little myself as Himiko clutches at my hospital gown and bawls loudly, my head smarting from Inasa's own emotional display.
I'm out of the hospital on Saturday, classes for the week having been cancelled after the attack.
The news cycle is all over it, talking about how the faculty and pro heroes drove off such a dangerous villain while the students valiantly defeated Toxic Chainsaw.
We're being called heroes, and it feels good, but I can't help but feel uneasy at the whole thing.
"Yeah, Shigaraki? I'm out. You didn't tell me he was going to be there. I don't care if you didn't know either, I'm out. I'm gonna lay low for a while, sample the local delicacies or something like that. Yeah, good luck with that. Snot nosed little punk." The man says, crushing the burner phone in one massive hand before standing and trotting towards the lights of the city ahead, paying no mind to the sign on the roadside as he passes it by.
Our perception of it can change drastically, and for me, well…
Watching the villains split up, Atomic Hate walking purposefully toward the professional heroes and Toxic Chainsaw strolling lazily toward my friends, his horde of apparent underlings right behind him…
It's a come to Jesus game-time moment, adrenaline flooding my system as I register that Toxic Chainsaw, a villain with a reputation for landing a solid hit on All Might, is walking towards my friends.
Towards Himiko, who right now makes shaky look stable.
Fuck. That. Shit.
I wheel around, the Boom Tube V2 held in one hand as my hammer manifests in the other.
The click of the trigger and the boom of the high pressure cartridge speaks more than I ever can, narrowly missing the towering villain and cracking into the wall.
"Oho? Looks like we've got ourselves a volunteer, boys!" Toxic Chainsaw says, the thugs behind him spreading out and beginning to circle me.
He gives his chainsaw a couple revs before stepping into the circle himself, the industrial monster in his grasp growling like a hungry beast.
"You really fucked up." I say, almost unaware of the words leaving my mouth as the gun flies back into my hold, a second hammer appearing in its place.
"Yeah, you really did." Takenaka says as he, Inasa, and Matsushita float into the circle, Inasa's Quirk keeping them aloft.
"Oh, more volunteers! I don't normally do groups, but for a group of willing and oh so heroic young men like yourselves, I'll make an exception." The villain says, charging forward only to be stopped cold.
"Ffuffuffu, you should watch yourself better, Chainsaw-san." Matsushita says, his threads binding the villain to the spot.
"Boss, there's a second one over there!" One of the grunts yells, and I look over to see a second Matsushita up in the stands, this one straining to keep Chainsaw held captive.
Then the second Matsushita begins to dance, the guise falling away to reveal Himiko. She's still looking pretty shaky, but the thumbs-up she flashes curbs my worry just a bit.
"Now!" Someone yells from the stands, and I instinctively blitz towards Toxic Chainsaw, Takenaka right beside me as the wind picks up under Inasa's control and villains go flying let right and center.
My hammers strike in tandem, Takenaka's bokuto lagging just a touch behind as Matsushita's hold breaks and he begins to catch and throw the villains Inasa misses. We drive the taller man against the wall, the tough stone cracking with the force of it.
"Tsk tsk. You first years are good, but inefficient." Someone says, landing in the center of the group, and he's almost attacked before he's recognized.
"Let you senpai show you how to perform crowd control." Shishikura Seiji says, the flesh of his arms breaking away to nail the dozens of underlings being thrown around by the underclassmen.
"It is best to incapacitate them in a single blow. Multiple blows lowers your efficiency, and wastes energy. Take this as advice from your senpai." He says, the villains transforming into congealed lumps of meat.
"Oh man, you kids are a riot!" Toxic Chainsaw screams, surging forward in a burst of movement.
The industrial chainsaw in his hand drags him forward, tearing through the dirt and breaking through the slight gap between Takenaka and I as he laughs maniacally.
He's broken past us, heading right for the middle of the group, right for Inasa, his lanky form climbing aboard the positively massive chainsaw and riding it like the world's most murderous motorcycle.
"Inasa!" I shout, stowing my hammers to extract a pair of grenades, the pins popping loose as they soar through the air, the flashes of light and resounding explosions catching his attention.
Inasa turns just in time to ram his head into the villain's face, only to fall down screaming as sickly green liquid flows from Toxic Chainsaw's body.
"Oops, I guess you didn't expect that, did you?" Chainsaw chuckles as he dismounts his weapon and swings it up and behind him, holding it above his head before swinging it toward the screaming Inasa.
Nobody else is paying attention.
Nobody is close enough.
We run, Takenaka and I, adrenaline keeping us from feeling our undoubtedly sore muscles, towards our friend, knowing we won't make it in time.
But I reach for him, one hand outstretched in a futile grab at saving a life, and I reach, and I grab, and I pull, and before I know it I'm flying through the air headfirst, the metal of my helmet connecting with Toxic Chainsaw with a thud and sending him wildly off balance.
"The hell?" He says, stumbling as I pull myself back to my feet.
"You...you bastard!" I howl, my hammers flying out of my hold mid-swing, and the villain deflects with his signature weapon.
"You interrupt our sports festival! You attack my classmates! You hurt my best friend! Congratulations you stupid son of a bitch!" I scream, any semblance of training flying out the window as my instincts scream for the death of the monster in front of me.
"Oho? What did I win?" The greasy villain says, batting away my swings like he's waving away a mosquito.
"A brand new asswhuppin'!" Takenaka says, wheeling around the villain and striking, the enraged face of Buddha appearing with every swing of his bokuto.
We keep him trapped a little while longer, trading glancing blows for shallow cuts and burns of the hazardous waste dripping from the villains body, but eventually we fall back from him, our bodies screaming for rest.
"Oy, Arsenal." Takenaka says between breaths, and I know just what he's thinking.
I've only got one shot at this, so I'd better make the most of it. For my friends. For Himiko.
I stow my hammers and barrel forward, screaming like a man possessed.
"A suicide charge? How cute!" Toxic Chainsaw laughs, but I know he's just as tired as we are.
He lowers his chainsaw and bolts forward to meet me, and I almost don't feel the spinning blade as it goes in through the front and out my back. It's a dull pain, but most importantly...I'm right in his face.
"Smile, fuckstick!" I say as I withdraw one last weapon from my hold.
It's bigger than the Boom Tube V2, and built like something right out of a video game. It's sleek, black, with a wide stock and a drum of ammunition below it, right in front of the trigger.
I pull the trigger, and the world explodes as the grenade flies out, its gray metal casing shattering as it breaks apart, and the last thing I hear as I slip into blissful unconsciousness is someone screaming my name.
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When I finally wake up, my whole body is aching.
The lights blind my eyes as I open them, and that plus the unfamiliar ceiling tells me all I need to know.
"If this is hell, I want out." I say to nobody in particular.
"It's only hell if you eat the food." Someone says, and I crane my neck and scan the room.
Sitting there, next to a softly snoring Himiko and a drooling Inasa is a familiar face.
"Principal Saikawa. What are you doing here?" I ask, doing my best to prop myself up on my elbows.
"My old man got hurt in the attack, and when I heard you got hurt in it I decided to come and check up. Imagine my surprise when I found these two dozing off at your bedside." She says, standing up and brushing off her skirt.
"Well, I hope you get better. From what I heard you got hit pretty badly."
"Yeah…" I say, looking over at my friends. They're slumped together, sleeping peacefully despite the mess of bandages all over them.
"Hey guys, I'm back-" Takenaka says, stepping into the room with a bag of what smells like burgers in his hands. He stops cold when he sees me, the brown paper bag falling to the floor with a thud as he stomps over and snatches me by the front of my hospital gown. Saikawa chooses that moment to leave, stepping over the fallen fast food on her way out.
"You absolute dipshit! What sort of braindead bullshit was that? You could have got yourself killed! You nearly did! Do you know how we all felt seeing you get stuck like a fucking pig on that chainsaw? Huh? You were in surgery for five hours! Five fucking hours! Do you know how worried we were?" Takenaka roars, jerking me forward to meet his fist head on.
"God...god damn it, man, just, don't scare us like that, okay?" He says, voice wet with emotion.
I blink, shaking off the blow to my head before his words really register with me.
"Yeah..don't worry, man. One heroic sacrifice is enough for me, y'know?" I say, only half joking.
We spend a little while talking before Himiko and Inasa wake up, both overcome with emotion at my survival.
I cry a little myself as Himiko clutches at my hospital gown and bawls loudly, my head smarting from Inasa's own emotional display.
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I'm out of the hospital on Saturday, classes for the week having been cancelled after the attack.
The news cycle is all over it, talking about how the faculty and pro heroes drove off such a dangerous villain while the students valiantly defeated Toxic Chainsaw.
We're being called heroes, and it feels good, but I can't help but feel uneasy at the whole thing.
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Elsewhere, in another place, with another person
Elsewhere, in another place, with another person
"Yeah, Shigaraki? I'm out. You didn't tell me he was going to be there. I don't care if you didn't know either, I'm out. I'm gonna lay low for a while, sample the local delicacies or something like that. Yeah, good luck with that. Snot nosed little punk." The man says, crushing the burner phone in one massive hand before standing and trotting towards the lights of the city ahead, paying no mind to the sign on the roadside as he passes it by.
Deika City, 20 Km
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Well, here it is, one right after the other! I know my sports festival arc may not match up to others, but it is mine and I am proud of it. BTW, this is now being posted to AO3 as well if you prefer that medium. I'll be posting a chapter a day on there and then slowing down to match the pace of the updates between here and AO3. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and any sort of commentary, criticism, or anything else is always welcome.
- Location
- The Mystic Land of Tejas
I'm sad my prediction of ultimate cheese didn't come to pass.
- Location
- Finland
Oh my? I wonder What sort of interaction is going on~
Chapter 15
- Location
- Indiana
"Y'know, I still think what you did was pretty cool." Inasa says next to me, both of us mashing buttons furiously in combos and counters as the characters on the screen in front of us brawl.
"What, that combo? It's basic, dude." I say, using the stutter in Inasa's movement to land the fatal blow of the match.
There's very little better than playing fighting games on a Sunday morning, with nothing but nothing to do.
"No, dude. At the...jumping on that chainsaw, unloading a drum of flashbangs into a villains face at point blank range, it was really cool. Dumber than Ikeda, but still cool." He says, scratching idly at the new addition to his face.
The scar is an ugly kind of cool, covering the majority of his forehead and sloping to the right side around his eye. Guess that's what he gets for headbutting a guy who secretes toxic waste on command.
"Fuck you!" Ikeda bellows from down the hallway, apparently having heard our banter.
"...you'd think for a guy who literally has cannons firing next to his ears, his hearing would be worse." I say, frozen in a sort of humor-induced shock.
Inasa just breaks down laughing.
"Chucklefuck. Let's go see what's for lunch." I say, tagging the big lug in the arm as I head out of the room.
The smell hits us as we reach the ground floor, a sort of meaty scent mixed with the ethereal heat of onions and garlic.
"Who's cooking?" I ask as we turn the corner into the kitchen, just in time for Himiko to pop up from her spot rooting through the cupboards.
"Oh, you're just in time!" Himiko says, lifting a bag of potatoes up and and placing it on the counter.
"Just in time for what? Come on, don't leave me hanging in suspense here." I say, sliding my way over the counter separating the lounge from the kitchen and sniffing at the sizzling pan on the stove.
"Is that fried liver and onions?" I say, trying to discern the ingredients.
"Ooh, really close. It's a tofu and onion fry I found the recipe to online." The blonde says as she pulls a pair of potatoes from the bag and sets them on the counter.
"Well, if it tastes half as good as it smells it'll be a real treat." I say, slipping my arms around her shoulders in a hug.
I rest my head against hers and take a moment to just admire her in the moment. She's dressed in a frilly pink apron, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail and her bangs held back with a pair of skull-shaped clips I'd given her for a birthday present.
"You...look so good like that." I say, gazing into her eyes and enjoying the embarrassed noise she makes as her cheeks go red.
The click-hiss of a soda can opening and the obnoxious slurp that follows end the moment rather abruptly, unfortunately.
I turn my head back over my shoulder, glaring at the smugly grinning Inasa.
"We were having a moment." I say, deadpan in a way that promises violence.
"Really? I'm having a soda." The taller boy says, taking another obnoxious slurp from the blue can in his hand.
A hearty lunch of tofu, fried onions, and fried potatoes sitting in our bellies, there's not much else for us to do, so we default to the thing we're at Shiketsu to do. Train.
The weight room is a thing of beauty, a row of treadmills along one wall, multiple benches, and a mess of other machines organized by type.
We split off as we get to the gym itself, changing into our workout gear and meeting back up as we hit each get to work warming up with some stretches.
Himiko's the most flexible of us by far, all lithe muscle and pliable joints. Add that in with her black sports bra and the way her shorts hug her hips and the way the light glistens off her flat stomach as she bends backwards in some obscure yoga pose ...oh shit pump the brakes.
Rambling internal monologue aside, Inasa and I are dressed for the occasion as well. Inasa clad in a pair of loose shorts and cutoff shirt too big even for him, and me clad in a similar pair of shorts and a muscle shirt that will likely find its way to the floor somewhere between cardio and bench press.
Compared to Himiko's sleek form, Inasa's a solid block of muscle. Years of martial arts, weightlifting, and running around like the world's most hyperactive cocker spaniel have made him into a real monster. I'm nothing special in comparison to either of them. I'm not particularly flexible, and I'm not outrageously strong. A happy medium, I guess.
It's boring for the most part, the three of us trading jokes and egging each other on. A weightlifting competition breaks out during bench press, one that Inasa wins handily with an absolutely mind-boggling two hundred kilograms.
My shirt has most certainly made its way to the floor as we start into bicep curls, the most recent addition to my body on prominent display.
The scar is long, taking up space and drawing attention. It's not as jagged as you'd expect, a mostly straight line with obvious signs where it had been stitched together.
I hadn't gotten off scot free in the fight, that's for sure. I'm down a kidney, and short three feet of large intestine from where the weapon had ran me through.
Hey, at least Himiko thinks it's sexy.
A wolf whistle catches our attention, all of us looking over to lock eyes with our observer.
"Well, today is just full of surprises. I came through hoping to see some guys really sweating it out, but instead I got two hunks and a realization." Camie-senpai says as she walks past the row of treadmills and takes a seat on an unused machine.
"Senpai. Anything we can help you with?" Inasa asks as he continues his workout, arm moving on autopilot as he tilts his head quizzically.
"Nah, nothing really. Actually, how are you guys? I figured you'd be bugging because of next week but you dudes are cool as cucumbers." The older student says as she continues to watch Inasa lift an almost comically large weight.
"Next week? What's next week?" I ask, swapping arms. The soreness in my arm makes getting deadarmed look like baby shit.
"Final exams for the term." The older student says, a catlike grin spreading across her face.
Error, Han.Exe has stopped working.
Rebooting.
My brain comes back online to Himiko making a low groaning sound, like a stalled engine. I know what I must do.
"Boop." I say, tapping her lightly on the end of the nose. It gets a snort out of Camie, and Inasa just rolls his eyes at it.
The low droning turns into an embarrassed squeak as she comes back to reality. Honestly, how cute can you get?
Camie leaves after that, apparently having had her fun of making two out of three first years have mental bluescreens.
Fucker.
"Well, looks like we're going to have to study." I say once we're back in our normal clothes and walking back to the dorms.
"Yeah...I just remembered I need to-" Himiko starts, but one look from me has her sighing and dropping the excuse.
"Wow, we finally found something more powerful than the disappointed mom face. The disappointed boyfriend face." Inasa says, chuckling as I slug him playfully in the arm.
There's a mess of commotion as we approach the dorms, everyone yelling and shouting as Mora-senpai tries to get them under control.
"Guys! Guys over here!" Takenaka yells, his large frame sticking out of the crowd as he waves us over.
It takes using Inasa as an icebreaker, but we push through the throng of students to our friend.
"What's all the hubbub about?" Himiko asks as she clambers onto my shoulders to see just what everyone is crowded around.
"Irradiator-sensei is on TV!" Takenaka says, shouldering people out of the way to give others a clear view.
"What, that combo? It's basic, dude." I say, using the stutter in Inasa's movement to land the fatal blow of the match.
There's very little better than playing fighting games on a Sunday morning, with nothing but nothing to do.
"No, dude. At the...jumping on that chainsaw, unloading a drum of flashbangs into a villains face at point blank range, it was really cool. Dumber than Ikeda, but still cool." He says, scratching idly at the new addition to his face.
The scar is an ugly kind of cool, covering the majority of his forehead and sloping to the right side around his eye. Guess that's what he gets for headbutting a guy who secretes toxic waste on command.
"Fuck you!" Ikeda bellows from down the hallway, apparently having heard our banter.
"...you'd think for a guy who literally has cannons firing next to his ears, his hearing would be worse." I say, frozen in a sort of humor-induced shock.
Inasa just breaks down laughing.
"Chucklefuck. Let's go see what's for lunch." I say, tagging the big lug in the arm as I head out of the room.
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The smell hits us as we reach the ground floor, a sort of meaty scent mixed with the ethereal heat of onions and garlic.
"Who's cooking?" I ask as we turn the corner into the kitchen, just in time for Himiko to pop up from her spot rooting through the cupboards.
"Oh, you're just in time!" Himiko says, lifting a bag of potatoes up and and placing it on the counter.
"Just in time for what? Come on, don't leave me hanging in suspense here." I say, sliding my way over the counter separating the lounge from the kitchen and sniffing at the sizzling pan on the stove.
"Is that fried liver and onions?" I say, trying to discern the ingredients.
"Ooh, really close. It's a tofu and onion fry I found the recipe to online." The blonde says as she pulls a pair of potatoes from the bag and sets them on the counter.
"Well, if it tastes half as good as it smells it'll be a real treat." I say, slipping my arms around her shoulders in a hug.
I rest my head against hers and take a moment to just admire her in the moment. She's dressed in a frilly pink apron, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail and her bangs held back with a pair of skull-shaped clips I'd given her for a birthday present.
"You...look so good like that." I say, gazing into her eyes and enjoying the embarrassed noise she makes as her cheeks go red.
The click-hiss of a soda can opening and the obnoxious slurp that follows end the moment rather abruptly, unfortunately.
I turn my head back over my shoulder, glaring at the smugly grinning Inasa.
"We were having a moment." I say, deadpan in a way that promises violence.
"Really? I'm having a soda." The taller boy says, taking another obnoxious slurp from the blue can in his hand.
..-. --- --- -.. / ..-. --- .-. / - .... . / ... --- ..- .-..
A hearty lunch of tofu, fried onions, and fried potatoes sitting in our bellies, there's not much else for us to do, so we default to the thing we're at Shiketsu to do. Train.
The weight room is a thing of beauty, a row of treadmills along one wall, multiple benches, and a mess of other machines organized by type.
We split off as we get to the gym itself, changing into our workout gear and meeting back up as we hit each get to work warming up with some stretches.
Himiko's the most flexible of us by far, all lithe muscle and pliable joints. Add that in with her black sports bra and the way her shorts hug her hips and the way the light glistens off her flat stomach as she bends backwards in some obscure yoga pose ...oh shit pump the brakes.
Rambling internal monologue aside, Inasa and I are dressed for the occasion as well. Inasa clad in a pair of loose shorts and cutoff shirt too big even for him, and me clad in a similar pair of shorts and a muscle shirt that will likely find its way to the floor somewhere between cardio and bench press.
Compared to Himiko's sleek form, Inasa's a solid block of muscle. Years of martial arts, weightlifting, and running around like the world's most hyperactive cocker spaniel have made him into a real monster. I'm nothing special in comparison to either of them. I'm not particularly flexible, and I'm not outrageously strong. A happy medium, I guess.
It's boring for the most part, the three of us trading jokes and egging each other on. A weightlifting competition breaks out during bench press, one that Inasa wins handily with an absolutely mind-boggling two hundred kilograms.
My shirt has most certainly made its way to the floor as we start into bicep curls, the most recent addition to my body on prominent display.
The scar is long, taking up space and drawing attention. It's not as jagged as you'd expect, a mostly straight line with obvious signs where it had been stitched together.
I hadn't gotten off scot free in the fight, that's for sure. I'm down a kidney, and short three feet of large intestine from where the weapon had ran me through.
Hey, at least Himiko thinks it's sexy.
A wolf whistle catches our attention, all of us looking over to lock eyes with our observer.
"Well, today is just full of surprises. I came through hoping to see some guys really sweating it out, but instead I got two hunks and a realization." Camie-senpai says as she walks past the row of treadmills and takes a seat on an unused machine.
"Senpai. Anything we can help you with?" Inasa asks as he continues his workout, arm moving on autopilot as he tilts his head quizzically.
"Nah, nothing really. Actually, how are you guys? I figured you'd be bugging because of next week but you dudes are cool as cucumbers." The older student says as she continues to watch Inasa lift an almost comically large weight.
"Next week? What's next week?" I ask, swapping arms. The soreness in my arm makes getting deadarmed look like baby shit.
"Final exams for the term." The older student says, a catlike grin spreading across her face.
Error, Han.Exe has stopped working.
Rebooting.
My brain comes back online to Himiko making a low groaning sound, like a stalled engine. I know what I must do.
"Boop." I say, tapping her lightly on the end of the nose. It gets a snort out of Camie, and Inasa just rolls his eyes at it.
The low droning turns into an embarrassed squeak as she comes back to reality. Honestly, how cute can you get?
Camie leaves after that, apparently having had her fun of making two out of three first years have mental bluescreens.
Fucker.
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"Well, looks like we're going to have to study." I say once we're back in our normal clothes and walking back to the dorms.
"Yeah...I just remembered I need to-" Himiko starts, but one look from me has her sighing and dropping the excuse.
"Wow, we finally found something more powerful than the disappointed mom face. The disappointed boyfriend face." Inasa says, chuckling as I slug him playfully in the arm.
There's a mess of commotion as we approach the dorms, everyone yelling and shouting as Mora-senpai tries to get them under control.
"Guys! Guys over here!" Takenaka yells, his large frame sticking out of the crowd as he waves us over.
It takes using Inasa as an icebreaker, but we push through the throng of students to our friend.
"What's all the hubbub about?" Himiko asks as she clambers onto my shoulders to see just what everyone is crowded around.
"Irradiator-sensei is on TV!" Takenaka says, shouldering people out of the way to give others a clear view.
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Guess who's back. Back again. Wombat's back. Tell a friend. Slim Shady aside, this chapter shows the consequences of Han's little stunt there, and the consequences of everything that happened at the sports festival. Which are....far reaching, to say the least. I'm also posting this story to AO3 now, if that suits you better.
SpokenSoftly
(Verified Fruity) (Potassiest Write-Tan)
- Location
- The nearest fruit bowl
So, straight up. This is probably my favorite MHA fic. Full stop.
t's not overpowered, it's not ridiculous (in an unrealistic way), it's got the feel of a bunch of actual teenagers being teenagers at each other as aggressively as possible, the original characters are charming as fuck, you've managed to make one of the most genuinely disturbing villains from the first major antag arc into someone I want to hug... I could go on.
Keep posting this, you magnificent Hoosier. And if there's any way I can help, kick me in the head on Discord any time.
t's not overpowered, it's not ridiculous (in an unrealistic way), it's got the feel of a bunch of actual teenagers being teenagers at each other as aggressively as possible, the original characters are charming as fuck, you've managed to make one of the most genuinely disturbing villains from the first major antag arc into someone I want to hug... I could go on.
Keep posting this, you magnificent Hoosier. And if there's any way I can help, kick me in the head on Discord any time.
Chapter 16
- Location
- Indiana
"First of all, I'd like to apologize to my students. You never should have been involved in such a horrible mess. Second of all, I would like to apologize to the families, friends, and other loved ones of my students. I never should have let them get involved in such a horrible event. The attack on Shiketsu's sports festival, which was perpetrated by the League of Villains, was a tragedy. Had I been more concerned with my students safety instead of their enjoyment, perhaps this may have never come to pass." Irradiator says, still clad in his hero suit.
"Irradiator-san, what is your relation to the escaped Supervillain Atomic Hate? You both have such similar Quirks and all." A reporter asks from near the camera, murmurs rippling through the crowd surrounding us as we watch the press conference unfold.
"Atomic Hate, real name Jonathon Lawton, is my paternal great grandfather. I'm the first of my family to go into heroics, and I hope that my good deeds will eventually make up for all the wrong he has done."
"What about the state of New Mexico that was powered by Atomic Hate? Estimates show that the emergency generators will only last another two weeks at best, with the solar grids needing a month after that?" Another reporter, this time an older woman, says from the front row.
"My family members, at least all of them who possess the same type of Quirk as I do, are helping to charge a nuclear cell in shifts. With any luck, it should keep the state running until the solar grids can be constructed. If necessary I'll fly out myself and help provide the energy needed." Irradiator says, a solemn weight in his voice.
The press conference goes on a little longer, the principal of Shiketsu speaking briefly on the matter followed by several Shiketsu alumni assuring that they're doing their damndest to capture Atomic Hate and the rest of the League of Villains.
Silence reigns supreme as people begin to empty out of the common room, only my classmates and I left standing.
"FUCKING BRAT! FUCKING HEROES! KILL THEM, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL THEM!" Toxic Chainsaw screams, struggling madly against the various restraints holding him in the center of his cell.
"Calm down, Chainsaw-san."
"WHAT? WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF, BASTARD!"
"I'm right here." Tindalos says, knife drawing lazy circles in the air.
"Okay, good, Shigaraki sent you to bust me out." Toxic Chainsaw says as the bindings fall away.
"No."
"No? What the hell do you mean no? Get me out of here you scrawny little twerp, or I swear I'll melt you down to slush!" Toxic chainsaw yells, grabbing the front of Tindalos' wolflike mask and lifting him upwards.
"I mean, Shigaraki sent me here to make sure you didn't say anything. Die." Tindalos says, and in a flash he's falling to the ground with the arm that held him swiftly following.
The exchange is finished in seconds, Toxic Chainsaw's mangled body collapsing to the ground as Tindalos wipes his blade.
"Alright Shishida-kun, that should do it. Try not to strain yourself too much, okay?" Hieroglyph says as I pull my shirt back down and hop off the examination table, wincing a little as I stretch.
"So, how much longer is this going on for? I know you told me at the hospital but I was uh, kinda high on painkillers, y'know?" I say as I pick my bag up off the floor and sling it over my shoulder.
"Three times a week until the end of August. It'll take a while before the wound is entirely healed." The mummy-like hero says, walking me over to the door.
[The Embalming Hero, Hieroglyph! His Quirk allows him to create different strings of Hieroglyphs with various effects! While it can be used for combat, he prefers to use it to heal others.]
And there's that damn internal monologue again!
Anyway, after I finish up with Hieroglyph, I head down to the training field Inasa had told me he'd be waiting at.
"Yo! I'm here!" I yell as I drop my bag on the bench next to Himiko and Takenaka, the two of them grumbling as they dig through textbooks for answers to study guides.
"Haaaaan-kuuuuun, I wanna practice my ultimate move too!" Himiko whines, snatching my arm as I pass her by.
"If you can finish your English study guide before Inasa and I get tired of beating the hell out of each other, you can test your ultimate move on me all you want, okay?" I say, slipping out of her grip and onto the training field.
"Alright lunchbox, let's see what you're working with." I say, planting my feet and bracing myself.
"Okay! This one takes a little setup, so gimme a sec." Inasa says, and the air around him begins to whip into a visible wind. The grass around him is flattened as he rises up into the air on a miniature tornado.
"First, Updraft! Then, Airfield!" Inasa yells over the roaring wind, and I feel the wair begin to slowly twist into the familiar flowing pattern of Inasa's sensory technique.
"Then I apply the force I normally use for Whirlwind to Airfield." He's serious now, his voice hard as he strains to put that much power into such a spread out technique.
I feel myself lift off the ground as the air churns violently around me, Inasa gripping his right wrist with his left hand as he steadily lifts me higher and higher.
"And now, Category 5 Hurricane Drop!" He shouts, releasing his grip on me to let me hurtle toward the grass below.
Well, at least I lived a good life.
Oops, wait, no, spoke too soon. Inasa catches me with a net of thermals, lowering me down to the ground so when I fall I only kind of eat dirt.
We'd been given a real doozy for our heroics final. Create and flawlessly execute a special or ultimate move. Seems simple, right? Wrong.
"Y'know...if you can do that a little quicker, it'll be a guaranteed pass." I say as I pull myself back up to standing and dust myself off.
"How's yours coming?" Inasa asks as he floats out of the sky, touching down and flexing his hand.
"It's coming. See that dummy over there?" I say, gesturing at a cloth and wood practice dummy mounted inside a tire in the middle of the field.
I stretch my arm out, flexing my fingers as I focus on the sensation of reaching, grabbing...and pulling.
I fly towards the dummy, hurtling ass over teakettle as I skid to a stop directly in front of it.
"Kessel Grab." I spit, and pull myself out of the dirt once more.
Inasa and I spar a while. We start out with slow and careful movement, his years of Karate and Judo against my single year of Aikido, but we quickly devolve into good old schoolyard brawling, elbows and knees flying as we clobber each other.
"Han-kun! I finished it!" Himiko yells from the bench, hopping up and beginning to rummage around her own duffel bag and extracting her primary piece of equipment.
The N0-S4-A2 Varied Combat Harness, commonly called the vampire rig. I watch as the slips it on over her tank top, the large bulky syringes surprisingly absent.
"Alright then, fire away!" I say when she gets within range of me.
She takes a ready position, one arm behind her back and the other outstretched as a glint of silver appears in the slowly fading sunlight.
Oh fuck me.
In a flash of motion, wires reach out and snatch me, digging into my skin as they drag me forward to a waiting palm strike that connects with my face in a sickening crunch.
"You brode by nose." I gargle out, blinking away the double vision from having my goddamn nose broken.
"Sorry! I meant to hit you in the cheek but you moved and I'm...so..that's a lot of blood." She says, falling to the ground next to me and climbing over me as I try to wipe away what blood I can while avoiding getting any into my mouth.
She licks tentatively at my blood soaked upper lip, catlike tongue dragging across my skin as she laps up the scarlet fluid pouring out of my nose.
I'm frozen, like a deer in the headlights, trapped beneath this beautiful crazy wonderful girl.
"Oh...you got some in your mouth. Let me help you with that." She says, locking our lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth and capturing the stray blood that had fallen into it. I can't help but lean into it, kissing her until I inevitably have to pull back to gulp down great breaths of air.
"Let's uh...nod do dat in public next time?" I say, wiping the last of the blood from my face and onto the sleeve of my tracksuit jacket, panting heavily.
Himiko just gives an embarrassed nod, her face steadily going redder and redder as she comes to terms with what just happened.
"On the one hand, I was unaware Han could hold his breath for that long." Takenaka says as he packs his study materials into his bag and gets up, stretching after hours of inactivity.
"He's full of hot air, y'know?" My best friend snipes from his own spot on the ground, a goofy grin splitting his face as he chuckles at my situation.
"But on the other hand, y'all are nasty!" Takenaka finishes, giving us a face of faux-disgust.
"I'm um, I'm sorry for earlier." Himiko says as she dabs at dried blood coating the area around my mouth. We're sitting in my room, cleaning me up so I don't look like a murder victim at dinner.
"What, for breaking my nose?" I say as I try not to sneeze as she brushes past my nose with the wet rag in her hand.
"No for the whole...blood fueled makeout session. You know I have that whole thing with blood, and I...I lost control, Han. I haven't done that in such a long time and it just makes me feel like I'm an animal." She says quietly, resting her head on my shoulder as I slowly begin to stroke her back and she begins to quietly cry.
"It makes me feel like a villain and every time I think about villains I imagine you with that fucking chainsaw in your stomach and I don't want to ever see you hurt like that again." She says as tears begin to drip onto the covers of my bed.
"Well, you're not a villain. You're going to be a hero, you're a good person, and I love you for being you. I'm not going to stop loving you for being your weird loveable self. Yeah, it was a bit weird at first, but honestly? I wouldn't mind doing it again. Just...that's as far as I want to go for now, okay?" I say as I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her conditioner.
"Yeah...yeah, I can work with that. Now let's get the rest of that blood off your face, otherwise Matsushita and Rap-chan will have a field day." Himiko says as she sniffles and wipes the last few tears from her eyes, looking at me with a small smile on her face that tells me everything I need to know.
And as she scrubs at the caked on blood on my cheek, I get a whiff of that familiar scent once more.
Fuckin' lilacs, man.
"Irradiator-san, what is your relation to the escaped Supervillain Atomic Hate? You both have such similar Quirks and all." A reporter asks from near the camera, murmurs rippling through the crowd surrounding us as we watch the press conference unfold.
"Atomic Hate, real name Jonathon Lawton, is my paternal great grandfather. I'm the first of my family to go into heroics, and I hope that my good deeds will eventually make up for all the wrong he has done."
"What about the state of New Mexico that was powered by Atomic Hate? Estimates show that the emergency generators will only last another two weeks at best, with the solar grids needing a month after that?" Another reporter, this time an older woman, says from the front row.
"My family members, at least all of them who possess the same type of Quirk as I do, are helping to charge a nuclear cell in shifts. With any luck, it should keep the state running until the solar grids can be constructed. If necessary I'll fly out myself and help provide the energy needed." Irradiator says, a solemn weight in his voice.
The press conference goes on a little longer, the principal of Shiketsu speaking briefly on the matter followed by several Shiketsu alumni assuring that they're doing their damndest to capture Atomic Hate and the rest of the League of Villains.
Silence reigns supreme as people begin to empty out of the common room, only my classmates and I left standing.
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Elsewhere, in another place, with another person...
Elsewhere, in another place, with another person...
"FUCKING BRAT! FUCKING HEROES! KILL THEM, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL THEM!" Toxic Chainsaw screams, struggling madly against the various restraints holding him in the center of his cell.
"Calm down, Chainsaw-san."
"WHAT? WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF, BASTARD!"
"I'm right here." Tindalos says, knife drawing lazy circles in the air.
"Okay, good, Shigaraki sent you to bust me out." Toxic Chainsaw says as the bindings fall away.
"No."
"No? What the hell do you mean no? Get me out of here you scrawny little twerp, or I swear I'll melt you down to slush!" Toxic chainsaw yells, grabbing the front of Tindalos' wolflike mask and lifting him upwards.
"I mean, Shigaraki sent me here to make sure you didn't say anything. Die." Tindalos says, and in a flash he's falling to the ground with the arm that held him swiftly following.
The exchange is finished in seconds, Toxic Chainsaw's mangled body collapsing to the ground as Tindalos wipes his blade.
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Friday, June 6th, 2223
Friday, June 6th, 2223
"Alright Shishida-kun, that should do it. Try not to strain yourself too much, okay?" Hieroglyph says as I pull my shirt back down and hop off the examination table, wincing a little as I stretch.
"So, how much longer is this going on for? I know you told me at the hospital but I was uh, kinda high on painkillers, y'know?" I say as I pick my bag up off the floor and sling it over my shoulder.
"Three times a week until the end of August. It'll take a while before the wound is entirely healed." The mummy-like hero says, walking me over to the door.
[The Embalming Hero, Hieroglyph! His Quirk allows him to create different strings of Hieroglyphs with various effects! While it can be used for combat, he prefers to use it to heal others.]
And there's that damn internal monologue again!
Anyway, after I finish up with Hieroglyph, I head down to the training field Inasa had told me he'd be waiting at.
"Yo! I'm here!" I yell as I drop my bag on the bench next to Himiko and Takenaka, the two of them grumbling as they dig through textbooks for answers to study guides.
"Haaaaan-kuuuuun, I wanna practice my ultimate move too!" Himiko whines, snatching my arm as I pass her by.
"If you can finish your English study guide before Inasa and I get tired of beating the hell out of each other, you can test your ultimate move on me all you want, okay?" I say, slipping out of her grip and onto the training field.
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"Alright lunchbox, let's see what you're working with." I say, planting my feet and bracing myself.
"Okay! This one takes a little setup, so gimme a sec." Inasa says, and the air around him begins to whip into a visible wind. The grass around him is flattened as he rises up into the air on a miniature tornado.
"First, Updraft! Then, Airfield!" Inasa yells over the roaring wind, and I feel the wair begin to slowly twist into the familiar flowing pattern of Inasa's sensory technique.
"Then I apply the force I normally use for Whirlwind to Airfield." He's serious now, his voice hard as he strains to put that much power into such a spread out technique.
I feel myself lift off the ground as the air churns violently around me, Inasa gripping his right wrist with his left hand as he steadily lifts me higher and higher.
"And now, Category 5 Hurricane Drop!" He shouts, releasing his grip on me to let me hurtle toward the grass below.
Well, at least I lived a good life.
Oops, wait, no, spoke too soon. Inasa catches me with a net of thermals, lowering me down to the ground so when I fall I only kind of eat dirt.
We'd been given a real doozy for our heroics final. Create and flawlessly execute a special or ultimate move. Seems simple, right? Wrong.
"Y'know...if you can do that a little quicker, it'll be a guaranteed pass." I say as I pull myself back up to standing and dust myself off.
"How's yours coming?" Inasa asks as he floats out of the sky, touching down and flexing his hand.
"It's coming. See that dummy over there?" I say, gesturing at a cloth and wood practice dummy mounted inside a tire in the middle of the field.
I stretch my arm out, flexing my fingers as I focus on the sensation of reaching, grabbing...and pulling.
I fly towards the dummy, hurtling ass over teakettle as I skid to a stop directly in front of it.
"Kessel Grab." I spit, and pull myself out of the dirt once more.
Inasa and I spar a while. We start out with slow and careful movement, his years of Karate and Judo against my single year of Aikido, but we quickly devolve into good old schoolyard brawling, elbows and knees flying as we clobber each other.
"Han-kun! I finished it!" Himiko yells from the bench, hopping up and beginning to rummage around her own duffel bag and extracting her primary piece of equipment.
The N0-S4-A2 Varied Combat Harness, commonly called the vampire rig. I watch as the slips it on over her tank top, the large bulky syringes surprisingly absent.
"Alright then, fire away!" I say when she gets within range of me.
She takes a ready position, one arm behind her back and the other outstretched as a glint of silver appears in the slowly fading sunlight.
Oh fuck me.
In a flash of motion, wires reach out and snatch me, digging into my skin as they drag me forward to a waiting palm strike that connects with my face in a sickening crunch.
"You brode by nose." I gargle out, blinking away the double vision from having my goddamn nose broken.
"Sorry! I meant to hit you in the cheek but you moved and I'm...so..that's a lot of blood." She says, falling to the ground next to me and climbing over me as I try to wipe away what blood I can while avoiding getting any into my mouth.
She licks tentatively at my blood soaked upper lip, catlike tongue dragging across my skin as she laps up the scarlet fluid pouring out of my nose.
I'm frozen, like a deer in the headlights, trapped beneath this beautiful crazy wonderful girl.
"Oh...you got some in your mouth. Let me help you with that." She says, locking our lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth and capturing the stray blood that had fallen into it. I can't help but lean into it, kissing her until I inevitably have to pull back to gulp down great breaths of air.
"Let's uh...nod do dat in public next time?" I say, wiping the last of the blood from my face and onto the sleeve of my tracksuit jacket, panting heavily.
Himiko just gives an embarrassed nod, her face steadily going redder and redder as she comes to terms with what just happened.
"On the one hand, I was unaware Han could hold his breath for that long." Takenaka says as he packs his study materials into his bag and gets up, stretching after hours of inactivity.
"He's full of hot air, y'know?" My best friend snipes from his own spot on the ground, a goofy grin splitting his face as he chuckles at my situation.
"But on the other hand, y'all are nasty!" Takenaka finishes, giving us a face of faux-disgust.
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"I'm um, I'm sorry for earlier." Himiko says as she dabs at dried blood coating the area around my mouth. We're sitting in my room, cleaning me up so I don't look like a murder victim at dinner.
"What, for breaking my nose?" I say as I try not to sneeze as she brushes past my nose with the wet rag in her hand.
"No for the whole...blood fueled makeout session. You know I have that whole thing with blood, and I...I lost control, Han. I haven't done that in such a long time and it just makes me feel like I'm an animal." She says quietly, resting her head on my shoulder as I slowly begin to stroke her back and she begins to quietly cry.
"It makes me feel like a villain and every time I think about villains I imagine you with that fucking chainsaw in your stomach and I don't want to ever see you hurt like that again." She says as tears begin to drip onto the covers of my bed.
"Well, you're not a villain. You're going to be a hero, you're a good person, and I love you for being you. I'm not going to stop loving you for being your weird loveable self. Yeah, it was a bit weird at first, but honestly? I wouldn't mind doing it again. Just...that's as far as I want to go for now, okay?" I say as I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her conditioner.
"Yeah...yeah, I can work with that. Now let's get the rest of that blood off your face, otherwise Matsushita and Rap-chan will have a field day." Himiko says as she sniffles and wipes the last few tears from her eyes, looking at me with a small smile on her face that tells me everything I need to know.
And as she scrubs at the caked on blood on my cheek, I get a whiff of that familiar scent once more.
Fuckin' lilacs, man.
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I'll admit, this one fought me some while writing it, but it's done now and I'm proud of it. Feel free to give any comments, critiques, or insults that you care to.
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