Smuggler's Run (My Hero Academia SI)
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I think the cuteness is a reward for our MC getting kebabed by a CHAINSAW
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Chapter 17
- Location
- Indiana
Sunday, June 8th 2223
"Ugh, fuck!" Takenaka yells, throwing his pencil against the wall as he falls back onto the floor.
"I need to do something other than study. Anyone else up for a study break?" He says, pushing his chemistry textbook off his lap and onto the floor next to him.
"Honestly same here, if I try to do one more equation I'm going to vomit." Himiko says from her spot next to me on my bed, closing her textbook with a thud.
"Come on, guys. We've only been studying for like an hour, hour and a half tops. We can keep going for a while." I say, Inasa nodding from his spot at my desk.
"Honda. Sweetheart. I love you dearly, and I love that you're dedicated, but if I don't get out of here and do something I'm going to go absolutely batshit." Himiko says, taking my face in her hands and turning my head to lock eyes with me in a way that promises violence, violence, and maybe an hour of cuddling afterwards.
"Yeah, dude, you and the monk might be dedicated, but I've got to get moving or else I'm gonna get stiff and mean." Takenaka says, and Inasa nods sheepishly.
"He's got a point. I'm starting to feel more textbook than person right now, honestly." My best friend says, twisting in his chair and letting off a series of pops from his back.
"Okay, so what do you guys want to do? Train? Get in a workout?"
"I was thinking...shopping!" Himiko says, her eyes lighting up with that impish twinkle I've long since learned to associate with the ache in my arms from carrying bags of clothes out of the mall.
"...okay, but I'm only carrying one bag of clothes back." I say, resigning myself to inevitably losing to her insufferably cute sad puppy eyes and packing half my bodyweight in clothing back to the dorms.
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The train ride to the mall is quick and uneventful, with only a few jokes at each others expense. We arrive at Mandaloa Mall a little after noon and, predictably, begin to argue about where to stop first.
"The record shop, man! There's a new album out that I'm dying to get my hands on!" Takenaka says, fists shooting up into the air.
"I wanna hit up the sporting goods store, get some new weights and a new pair of compression shorts after my other pair got shredded." Inasa says, pointedly looking away from Himiko as Takenaka holds himself back from laughing.
"Ooh, ooh, I wanna go to the Kiryuin Shop! Their summer collection should be in and it's sooooo cute!" Himiko says, clinging to my arm like a blonde koala.
"And I really wanted to go and check out the new game releases." I sigh, resigning myself to my fate as pack mule.
"Oh, we can stop at the game shop first if you want. The Kiryuin Shop will still be there afterwards, yeah?" Himiko says, smiling up at me.
"Well, alright then. Split up now and meet down in the food court in, say, an hour?" I say, checking my watch and looking up to see the other two members of our group nodding along.
"Alright, catch you guys later!" Inasa says with a wave, splitting off towards the sporting goods store as the rest of us begin to head off in our own directions.
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"Man," Takenaka says, bopping his head along to the music streaming through the earbuds connected to the kiosk in front of him, "this is a killer album!"
"Hey, big guy! You mind moving out of the way?" Someone says from beside him, jolting the tall teen out of his music induced bliss.
"I've been searching for that album all weekend and this is the first store that has it and your wide ass is blocking the display." The girl grinds out, glowering up at him from behind purple-black bangs.
"Oh shit, my bad. Didn't mean to block other fans, y'know?" Takenaka says, chuckling sheepishly before he registers the person in front of him.
"Wait, Maki? The hell are you doing here?" He asks, looking at his classmate in confusion.
"Oh, Takenaka. Didn't realize that was you, dude. What's up?" The muscular girl says as she reaches past and snatches the album off the stand.
"Nothing much, just didn't take you for a fan of...this kind of music, is all."
"You're one to talk. You don't exactly scream 'Pop*Step fanboy', y'know?"
"Speak for yourself, musclehead! The way you act folks would think you live on death metal!"
"Girls, girls, you're both pretty, now shut up and buy the album." A third voice cuts in, the lithe figure slipping past them to grab their own copy.
"Fuck you Nakamura!" The two cry as one, glaring at the blond boy.
"Wait, when the fuck did you get here?" Takenaka asks, one furry eyebrow rising past his aviators in confusion.
"Just now. What, you think I wouldn't pick up a Pop*Step album at my earliest convenience?" He says, walking over to the counter and paying for his item, disappearing just as quickly as he appeared.
After a couple of minutes of confused silence, Takenaka speaks, massaging at his temple to prevent the headache he feels coming.
"We never speak of this again. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
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"Hm? Hey, Ikeda!" Inasa yells as he spots his classmate, jogging up to him as he looks up from the rack of athletic socks in front of him.
"Hey, Yoarashi. What's up?" The shorter boy says, reaching up to meet Inasa's high five.
"Nothing much. Me, Han, Himiko, and Takenaka all needed a break from studying so we came here to blow off some steam. What about you?" Inasa says, squatting down and scanning the rack himself before grabbing a bundle of socks off the rack, feeling at their material before putting them back.
"Kinda the same? I've seen a few other people from school wandering around but I only came here with one other person, I actually should go check on them real quick they've been in the changing room a while." The normally unflappable and abrasive student says, turning toward the changing rooms as someone comes dancing out of them.
"Go-kun, what do you think? It's so pretty and it's super functional and-" Yamashita Sumiko says, stopping mid step as she locks eyes with Inasa and goes motionless.
"Sumi-chan, it's okay. I think he can be trusted with knowing, okay?" Ikeda says, hands out in a placating gesture.
"Okay...yeah, okay. Yoarashi-san, let me explain this whole thing to you, okay?" Yamashita says, shoulders slumping in resignation.
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"So you guys just started dating recently? That's super cool!" Inasa says, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"We're trying to keep it under wraps right now because...of uh…" Ikeda stutters a bit, scratching at the side of his head that his mohawk has flopped onto.
"Because if Matsushita gets wind he'll tease us into the ground." Yamashita says, face depressingly deadpan.
"Ah, yeah. That is what would happen…" Inasa says, his energy draining at the mention of the resident smartass.
"Anyway, good seeing you guys! I'm just gonna grab my stuff and go." Inasa says, bolting off to the back of the store.
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"Oh hey, is that who I think it is?" Himiko says, popping up on the tips of her toes as we approach the Kiryuin Store.
I scan through the crowds, finally seeing the person Himiko means.
"I think it is. Hey, Nakahara!" I yell, raising my free arm to wave at our classmate.
He gives a two-fingered salute as he looks up and sees us, quickly going back to idly looking through the rack of clothes in front of him.
It's later, as Himiko is trying on outfits, that I get a chance to look around the store myself. Their summer collection is definitely in, with the whole store being done up in stark white and a bright dignified blue, just like the series of sundresses in the display window.
"I prefer the winter collection, personally. The red and black color scheme with the accents of yellow and orange really brought some warmth to the cold." Nakahara says, spooking me a bit as I try on a pair of blocky-framed sunglasses.
"Didn't peg you for a fashion guy." I say, placing the sunglasses back on the rack and pulling my own frames out of my mop of hair.
"Not many people do." The reptilian teen says, adjusting the pair of jeans draped over his arm. He's dressed nicely in a cream button-down shirt and a pair of black jeans, his large toe-claws hanging free from the pair of sandals on his feet.
"Anyway, I think your girlfriend is looking for you." Nakahara says, walking away to pay for his purchase.
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Getting lunch is a whole different beast. The four of us reconvene in the food court and almost immediately start arguing.
"Dude, it isn't even that bad. What's your beef with sushi?" Takenaka says, utterly befuddled by Inasa's obstinance.
"That's my beef, that it isn't beef. You can get sushi, but I want a burger." Inasa says, nearly butting heads with the other boy.
"Okay, how about this? We'll each get what we want, and we won't have to suffer each others food choices. Sound good?" I say, groaning as the meathead duo continue to argue heedless of my attempt at diplomacy.
"Let's just go get our food." Himiko says, half clinging to my arm and sighing.
"Yeah, sure. I think there's one of those gourmet sandwich shops by the McDonalds." I say, the two of us leaving the taller pair behind as we mosey towards the other end of the food court.
Just another day in the life.
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Here's some pointless fluff. I'm trying to develop the rest of the class, I guess? And fluffy filler chapters are the best way to do that.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Eh? Physical media audio? No, not happening. MHA is at least 8 generations ahead of us (Luminous Baby was born in a modern-looking hospital + 9 gen of OfA), so it should've went the way of the dodo Blockbuster. Probably replaced by Celebrity Hero merch (with music and sound themed Quirks) and definitely replaced by digital media.
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- Location
- United States
We still listen to records and disks in this age of digital media, whose to say a subculture wouldn't persist?
In any case it makes for a fun scene so why not, eh?
- Location
- St. Petersburg
When was the last time you bought a disk not as a valuable commodity but just to listen to music? Physical media is already pretty much dead. Even by calling it a "subculture" you already indicate that this only has value to "a certain group of people with certain tastes", not "for everyone" as was the case. And with the passing of time it'll become more and more niche product till it'll fade into obscurity to be replaced by something newer. Like Cassette tape => CD and VHS => DVD respectively 20 and 15 years ago. People still use them - but you won't find any in a shopping mall.
Chapter 18
- Location
- Indiana
Friday, June 13th, 2223
The day of our heroics exam arrives and the training ground is buzzing with nervous energy, the entire class jittering as we impatiently wait for Irradiator to begin the tests. We've been herded behind a line separating us from the training ground, a massive concrete field with pillars interspersed amongst it, some shooting straight up and others tilting to one side.
"Okay, kids. We'll be going by our class rankings once again, so Yoshida-san will start us off." The helmeted hero says, motioning for our resident ice queen to take the field.
Yoshida steps past the line and onto the training ground itself, raising her arm as ice begins to coalesce into the shape of a rapier and a pair of robots I recognize from various other battle exercises come skidding onto the field.
"Arctic Garden: Clematis!" She yells, jamming the blade point-first into the ground as vines of frost line the ground, before twisting up to grab at the robots, crushing them like tin cans.
"Yoshida, pass. Matsushita, take the field." Our teacher says, nodding as the slim student passes him.
"Have a taste of my own one hit KO. Divine Thread: Off White!" He yells, threads spinning off of his body and weaving themselves together into large purple-tipped obelisks of string that proceed to slam through a pillar, the concrete structure falling to pieces as they impact.
"Very nice, that's a pass for you. Inoue, take your place."
We all watch as Inoue transforms into the odd gelatinous state that is his Quirk and begins to gulp down air like there's no tomorrow, bubbles beginning to take up more and more space as he keeps sucking down air.
"Self Carbonation: Weird Rocket!" The blue haired boy says, a great burst of air nearly bowling the class over as the bubbles pop and he goes hurtling across the field and back, impacting the ground behind the line, melting into a giggling puddle before pulling himself back together.
"That always tickles, I love it!" Inoue says, still giggling.
"...I'm just gonna call that a pass. Next."
I watch for a few more minutes, seeing Yamashita pulverize a concrete pillar to dust and Yamaguchi break her forty meter limit with Atlas Buster before, finally, it's my turn.
"Alright Shishida, let's see what fucking trick you've got up your sleeve this time." Romero says as I pass him, his skin still a sickly shade of gray from his own display.
"It's gonna be cooler than what you did, gashole." I snark back, practically strolling up to the front.
I plant my feet and stretch my right arm out, aiming for the upright pillar nearest to us, some ten meters away.
"If this works I'll be fucking amazed." I mutter as I reach for that sensation, that feeling of reaching out, grabbing, and pulling.
"Kessel Grab!"
I feel the wind rush by my face as I'm yanked forward to the pillar, and the ringing thud as my helmet hits the concrete cylinder and I effectively faceplant against.
"Technical pass. Work on sticking that landing though." Irradiator-sensei says as the rest of the class breaks out laughing. Jerks.
I peel myself off pillar just in time to run back and watch Inasa lift a robot into the air and slam it headfirst into the ground to mass applause.
Seeing Minami get punched by a robot and the robot go flying on contact is worth a giggle, her Quirk activating automatically to send the hunk of scrap sky high, but it's Miyamoto and her spin on Vertigro's Amazon Beatdown that has everyone's mouths hanging open.
Seeing the class wallflower sprout a pair of massive fist-shaped redwoods from the ground shocks everyone, and I can sense Himiko vibrating next to me as her turn comes.
"Okay, here goes nothing." She says, stepping past the line as her name is called.
I watch as she gracefully weaves a net of silvery wires in the air, a few straying past the line ever so slightly as she creates a wire frame of an ankh, trapping the robot across from her in it.
"On a living target, this is where interrogation would begin, but since it's a robot I only have one option." She says, a look in her topaz eyes that would scream danger to anyone else but to me says 'fun times ahead'.
"Execution." She whispers, and the ankh begins to strain as she flexes her fingers and the neck and limbs of the robot snap.
Oh my god that was hot.
"Very nice, you get a pass. Itou, will you need a volunteer for yours?" Irradiator says, looking at the petite girl in what I can imagine is curiosity.
"Yes, please. Shou-kun, would you mind helping me?" She says, looking over to Matsushita.
"No problem, Aya-chan." Matsushita says, walking past the line to stand in front of the smaller teen.
It's almost disorienting, seeing the tall and lanky Matsushita with his classy red suit and his too-wide grin replaced with something that could almost be mistaken for fondness facing down tiny Itou with her large sun hat and her belt of brushes, her pallet in one hand as she looks to be steeling herself.
I know I'm not the only one shocked when she opens her mouth and bites into the meat of her empty hand, blood spilling from the open wound as she clenches her hand and lets it drip onto her pallet.
"Truthful Teal!" She yells, charging forward and quickly scrawling what looks like a rune on the front of Matsushita's costume, flecks of blood infused paint finding their way onto the pink feather boa draped over his shoulders.
"Okay, now what does it do? This is hero class, not an art show you fucking shortstack." Romero snaps, glaring at Itou angrily.
"Hey, give her a chance loudmouth. She's trying just as hard as the rest of us." Maki shouts from the back, a growl at the back of her voice that promises violence.
"Itou, continue." Irradiator says patiently, obviously awaiting some kind of effect.
"Okay, um, so now any question I ask, he is forced to answer truthfully. Without the blood infusion, he'd likely resist it since teal is a tertiary color, but with the blood mixed in he'll be unable to resist." She says, pulling her sunhat down to hide her face.
"Would you care to give us a demonstration?" Irradiator asks, obviously curious about the effects of Itou's Quirk.
"Okay. Shou-kun, what middle school did you and I go to?" Itou asks, looking her apparently childhood friend in the eye.
"Naniwa Kinman Middle School. The only reason we chose to go to Shiketsu instead of the local school is because of that rich jerk who kept trying to hire me as his bodyguard." Matsushita babbles, becoming slightly angry towards the end.
"Oh yeah, real cool, get your friend to go along with you so it looks like you deserve to be here. Fucking faker." Romero snaps again, rolling his eyes as Itou begins to tear up.
"Hey, asshole, if you think she's faking then why don't you just let her use her Quirk on you then?" Nakahara says coldly, crossing his arms and letting his slit-pupiled glare show exactly how angry he is.
"Fine, sure, I'll do it. But if it doesn't work, I'll make sure she gets her fucking Quirkless ass out of here so someone who really deserves a spot in the heroics course gets it."
"That's too goddamn far dead eyes. You can talk all the shit you want, but the moment you start saying she doesn't deserve her spot is the one where I start picking a fight!" Maki yells, pushing her way up to the front and snatching the purple haired boy by the collar.
"Maki-san, I'm ordering you to put him down right now! Romero-san, you're getting real close to disciplinary action!" Irradiator barks out, the view-ports of his helmet beginning to glow softly.
I seeth silently, teeth clenching angrily as I watch Romero eat crow while he reveals what middle school he went to, his favorite food, and the color of his underwear.
It's cathartic, sure, but hearing him belittle Itou for her Quirk...it makes something inside me twist with anger.
The rest of the day passes quickly, everyone passing the heroics exam if only by the skin of their ass in some cases.
I'm still kind of angry, honestly. It's enough to take me off my appetite, even.
"Han? Hey, Han, you listening to me babe?" Himiko says, snapping her fingers in front of my face as I idly stir my bowl of ramen.
"Hm? Oh, sorry. Got lost in my thoughts." I sigh, idly pushing the bowl over towards Inasa, who takes it with a nod.
I stare out the dining room window behind Inasa, watching the rain come down in sheets. The forecast had been calling for some rain, yeah, but not a monsoon. The driving rain doesn't help my mood, another long sigh rushing out my nose.
"Dude, are you good? I've literally never seen you this down before." Inasa says, setting his chopsticks down to look me in the eyes.
"Yeah I'm...not fine, fuck. I'm just weirdly angry right now, I guess? You know how I get dude, it's one of those moods again." I say, rubbing at my temples.
"Let me guess, it was because of the shit Romero said?" Takenaka asks, wiping at his muzzle with his forearm as he sets down his now empty bowl.
"Yeah, basically. It just pisses me off because so many people in our class essentially fight quirkless. Your Quirk is basically just a mutation-type with some passive benefits, Himiko's is infiltration based, mine is non-combat, Maki's just makes her hard to permanently injure, Minami's helps her mitigate damage, Itou's isn't combat focused, and Yamashita uses hers mostly for logistics and strategy." I list them off on my fingers, my friends nodding along as I speak.
"Yeah, I can get where you're coming from with this one. Not a lot of us have super flashy Quirks or ones that directly benefit us in a fight, and in some cases our Quirks get us labeled villains from the second people find out about them." Himiko says, stirring her own bowl lazily.
"So for Romero to say shit like that when he's going into one of the most dangerous and respected professions in the world…" I trail off, letting the implication hang in the air.
"His attitude towards people who have weak Quirks and the Quirkless is literally going to get people killed." Inasa says, his face marred by a scowl.
"Oh, no, we're changing topics. Inasa has his Endeavor face on and I'm not enduring an Endeavor rant after the day I've had." Himiko says, holding her arms up in an X.
"Okay, fine. Let's go back to my room first though. It's too noisy here." I say, standing and stretching.
"So...summer internships." Himiko says from her spot on my bed, glaring at the sheet of paper in her lap.
"Yep. Where are you thinking of going?" I ask, scanning up and down my own list of agencies.
"Personally, I'm going to the same agency my big bro worked at before he was forced to retire." Takenaka says, twirling his uniform cap on one finger.
"Oh yeah, Yoroi Musha's office, right?" Inasa says, levitating his own sheet above one finger.
"Yup. Ryu called me yesterday to tell me the internship was all lined up with old man Musha, all I have to do is tell the school."
"Man, you are so lucky. You get to intern with the fucking Number Nine pro hero and here I am debating between Fatgum and Snatch." I say, banging my head against the wall behind me.
"At least you guys have options. I'm stuck trying to decide who's the lesser evil out of Mt. Lady and Ms. Joke." Himiko says flopping back onto the bed.
"Well, you don't have to intern with a hero, right? Irradiator said if we wanted to work with the police then we could." Inasa says, letting his paper flutter to the floor.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go email sensei that I'm taking Hawks' offer to intern with him." Inasa says, hopping up and stepping over Takenaka on his way to the door.
"Wait, did he just say Hawks? As in the Number Three hero Hawks?" Takenaka says, mouth hanging open in shock.
"Oh that fucker!" I say, grinning as I break into laughter. I reach over and grab his list, scanning down it until yep, plain as day, there it is. The Wing Hero, Hawks.
Just another day in paradise.
The day of our heroics exam arrives and the training ground is buzzing with nervous energy, the entire class jittering as we impatiently wait for Irradiator to begin the tests. We've been herded behind a line separating us from the training ground, a massive concrete field with pillars interspersed amongst it, some shooting straight up and others tilting to one side.
"Okay, kids. We'll be going by our class rankings once again, so Yoshida-san will start us off." The helmeted hero says, motioning for our resident ice queen to take the field.
Yoshida steps past the line and onto the training ground itself, raising her arm as ice begins to coalesce into the shape of a rapier and a pair of robots I recognize from various other battle exercises come skidding onto the field.
"Arctic Garden: Clematis!" She yells, jamming the blade point-first into the ground as vines of frost line the ground, before twisting up to grab at the robots, crushing them like tin cans.
"Yoshida, pass. Matsushita, take the field." Our teacher says, nodding as the slim student passes him.
"Have a taste of my own one hit KO. Divine Thread: Off White!" He yells, threads spinning off of his body and weaving themselves together into large purple-tipped obelisks of string that proceed to slam through a pillar, the concrete structure falling to pieces as they impact.
"Very nice, that's a pass for you. Inoue, take your place."
We all watch as Inoue transforms into the odd gelatinous state that is his Quirk and begins to gulp down air like there's no tomorrow, bubbles beginning to take up more and more space as he keeps sucking down air.
"Self Carbonation: Weird Rocket!" The blue haired boy says, a great burst of air nearly bowling the class over as the bubbles pop and he goes hurtling across the field and back, impacting the ground behind the line, melting into a giggling puddle before pulling himself back together.
"That always tickles, I love it!" Inoue says, still giggling.
"...I'm just gonna call that a pass. Next."
I watch for a few more minutes, seeing Yamashita pulverize a concrete pillar to dust and Yamaguchi break her forty meter limit with Atlas Buster before, finally, it's my turn.
"Alright Shishida, let's see what fucking trick you've got up your sleeve this time." Romero says as I pass him, his skin still a sickly shade of gray from his own display.
"It's gonna be cooler than what you did, gashole." I snark back, practically strolling up to the front.
I plant my feet and stretch my right arm out, aiming for the upright pillar nearest to us, some ten meters away.
"If this works I'll be fucking amazed." I mutter as I reach for that sensation, that feeling of reaching out, grabbing, and pulling.
"Kessel Grab!"
I feel the wind rush by my face as I'm yanked forward to the pillar, and the ringing thud as my helmet hits the concrete cylinder and I effectively faceplant against.
"Technical pass. Work on sticking that landing though." Irradiator-sensei says as the rest of the class breaks out laughing. Jerks.
I peel myself off pillar just in time to run back and watch Inasa lift a robot into the air and slam it headfirst into the ground to mass applause.
Seeing Minami get punched by a robot and the robot go flying on contact is worth a giggle, her Quirk activating automatically to send the hunk of scrap sky high, but it's Miyamoto and her spin on Vertigro's Amazon Beatdown that has everyone's mouths hanging open.
Seeing the class wallflower sprout a pair of massive fist-shaped redwoods from the ground shocks everyone, and I can sense Himiko vibrating next to me as her turn comes.
"Okay, here goes nothing." She says, stepping past the line as her name is called.
I watch as she gracefully weaves a net of silvery wires in the air, a few straying past the line ever so slightly as she creates a wire frame of an ankh, trapping the robot across from her in it.
"On a living target, this is where interrogation would begin, but since it's a robot I only have one option." She says, a look in her topaz eyes that would scream danger to anyone else but to me says 'fun times ahead'.
"Execution." She whispers, and the ankh begins to strain as she flexes her fingers and the neck and limbs of the robot snap.
Oh my god that was hot.
"Very nice, you get a pass. Itou, will you need a volunteer for yours?" Irradiator says, looking at the petite girl in what I can imagine is curiosity.
"Yes, please. Shou-kun, would you mind helping me?" She says, looking over to Matsushita.
"No problem, Aya-chan." Matsushita says, walking past the line to stand in front of the smaller teen.
It's almost disorienting, seeing the tall and lanky Matsushita with his classy red suit and his too-wide grin replaced with something that could almost be mistaken for fondness facing down tiny Itou with her large sun hat and her belt of brushes, her pallet in one hand as she looks to be steeling herself.
I know I'm not the only one shocked when she opens her mouth and bites into the meat of her empty hand, blood spilling from the open wound as she clenches her hand and lets it drip onto her pallet.
"Truthful Teal!" She yells, charging forward and quickly scrawling what looks like a rune on the front of Matsushita's costume, flecks of blood infused paint finding their way onto the pink feather boa draped over his shoulders.
"Okay, now what does it do? This is hero class, not an art show you fucking shortstack." Romero snaps, glaring at Itou angrily.
"Hey, give her a chance loudmouth. She's trying just as hard as the rest of us." Maki shouts from the back, a growl at the back of her voice that promises violence.
"Itou, continue." Irradiator says patiently, obviously awaiting some kind of effect.
"Okay, um, so now any question I ask, he is forced to answer truthfully. Without the blood infusion, he'd likely resist it since teal is a tertiary color, but with the blood mixed in he'll be unable to resist." She says, pulling her sunhat down to hide her face.
"Would you care to give us a demonstration?" Irradiator asks, obviously curious about the effects of Itou's Quirk.
"Okay. Shou-kun, what middle school did you and I go to?" Itou asks, looking her apparently childhood friend in the eye.
"Naniwa Kinman Middle School. The only reason we chose to go to Shiketsu instead of the local school is because of that rich jerk who kept trying to hire me as his bodyguard." Matsushita babbles, becoming slightly angry towards the end.
"Oh yeah, real cool, get your friend to go along with you so it looks like you deserve to be here. Fucking faker." Romero snaps again, rolling his eyes as Itou begins to tear up.
"Hey, asshole, if you think she's faking then why don't you just let her use her Quirk on you then?" Nakahara says coldly, crossing his arms and letting his slit-pupiled glare show exactly how angry he is.
"Fine, sure, I'll do it. But if it doesn't work, I'll make sure she gets her fucking Quirkless ass out of here so someone who really deserves a spot in the heroics course gets it."
"That's too goddamn far dead eyes. You can talk all the shit you want, but the moment you start saying she doesn't deserve her spot is the one where I start picking a fight!" Maki yells, pushing her way up to the front and snatching the purple haired boy by the collar.
"Maki-san, I'm ordering you to put him down right now! Romero-san, you're getting real close to disciplinary action!" Irradiator barks out, the view-ports of his helmet beginning to glow softly.
I seeth silently, teeth clenching angrily as I watch Romero eat crow while he reveals what middle school he went to, his favorite food, and the color of his underwear.
It's cathartic, sure, but hearing him belittle Itou for her Quirk...it makes something inside me twist with anger.
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The rest of the day passes quickly, everyone passing the heroics exam if only by the skin of their ass in some cases.
I'm still kind of angry, honestly. It's enough to take me off my appetite, even.
"Han? Hey, Han, you listening to me babe?" Himiko says, snapping her fingers in front of my face as I idly stir my bowl of ramen.
"Hm? Oh, sorry. Got lost in my thoughts." I sigh, idly pushing the bowl over towards Inasa, who takes it with a nod.
I stare out the dining room window behind Inasa, watching the rain come down in sheets. The forecast had been calling for some rain, yeah, but not a monsoon. The driving rain doesn't help my mood, another long sigh rushing out my nose.
"Dude, are you good? I've literally never seen you this down before." Inasa says, setting his chopsticks down to look me in the eyes.
"Yeah I'm...not fine, fuck. I'm just weirdly angry right now, I guess? You know how I get dude, it's one of those moods again." I say, rubbing at my temples.
"Let me guess, it was because of the shit Romero said?" Takenaka asks, wiping at his muzzle with his forearm as he sets down his now empty bowl.
"Yeah, basically. It just pisses me off because so many people in our class essentially fight quirkless. Your Quirk is basically just a mutation-type with some passive benefits, Himiko's is infiltration based, mine is non-combat, Maki's just makes her hard to permanently injure, Minami's helps her mitigate damage, Itou's isn't combat focused, and Yamashita uses hers mostly for logistics and strategy." I list them off on my fingers, my friends nodding along as I speak.
"Yeah, I can get where you're coming from with this one. Not a lot of us have super flashy Quirks or ones that directly benefit us in a fight, and in some cases our Quirks get us labeled villains from the second people find out about them." Himiko says, stirring her own bowl lazily.
"So for Romero to say shit like that when he's going into one of the most dangerous and respected professions in the world…" I trail off, letting the implication hang in the air.
"His attitude towards people who have weak Quirks and the Quirkless is literally going to get people killed." Inasa says, his face marred by a scowl.
"Oh, no, we're changing topics. Inasa has his Endeavor face on and I'm not enduring an Endeavor rant after the day I've had." Himiko says, holding her arms up in an X.
"Okay, fine. Let's go back to my room first though. It's too noisy here." I say, standing and stretching.
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"So...summer internships." Himiko says from her spot on my bed, glaring at the sheet of paper in her lap.
"Yep. Where are you thinking of going?" I ask, scanning up and down my own list of agencies.
"Personally, I'm going to the same agency my big bro worked at before he was forced to retire." Takenaka says, twirling his uniform cap on one finger.
"Oh yeah, Yoroi Musha's office, right?" Inasa says, levitating his own sheet above one finger.
"Yup. Ryu called me yesterday to tell me the internship was all lined up with old man Musha, all I have to do is tell the school."
"Man, you are so lucky. You get to intern with the fucking Number Nine pro hero and here I am debating between Fatgum and Snatch." I say, banging my head against the wall behind me.
"At least you guys have options. I'm stuck trying to decide who's the lesser evil out of Mt. Lady and Ms. Joke." Himiko says flopping back onto the bed.
"Well, you don't have to intern with a hero, right? Irradiator said if we wanted to work with the police then we could." Inasa says, letting his paper flutter to the floor.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go email sensei that I'm taking Hawks' offer to intern with him." Inasa says, hopping up and stepping over Takenaka on his way to the door.
"Wait, did he just say Hawks? As in the Number Three hero Hawks?" Takenaka says, mouth hanging open in shock.
"Oh that fucker!" I say, grinning as I break into laughter. I reach over and grab his list, scanning down it until yep, plain as day, there it is. The Wing Hero, Hawks.
Just another day in paradise.
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Summer Internships are approaching! I've been wanting to write this for a long time, so I'm glad my most planned arc is on the horizon.
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Edited and corrected. That was a bit from the first draft that I forgot to remove.
Chapter 19
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Friday, June 20th, 2223
"Okay, so we spent a week preparing for our internships, now can we please go do something fun? You workaholics are going to drive me nuts!" Himiko whines as she flops over the back of the couch, hair hanging limply in front of her face.
We're at home for our first two weeks of summer break, trying our best to beat the punishing heatwave that's swept over the area.
"Haaah...I don't know who you're calling a workaholic what with this fucking heat." Takenaka growls as he fans himself. The heat's really gotten to him lately, what with the whole fur coat thing.
"I don't see what's so bad about the heat, honestly." Inasa says, still clad in long pants an actual tee-shirt instead of the basketball shorts and muscle shirts Takenaka and I have resorted to. The invisible ruffling of his shirt tells me exactly how he's staying cool, the jerk.
"Okay, settle down, I know how to fix this." I say as I push my own sweat-soaked hair out of my eyes.
"Grab your swimsuits fuckers, we're going on a beach trip." I say confidently, raising one hand into the air like a triumphant general.
"...it is a two and a half hour train ride from here to Funbari Hills-"
"We live three hours from the nearest beach-"
"I don't own a swimsuit-"
"Okay, guys, chill, hakuna matata, relax." I say, doing my best to run damage control.
"I'll pay for train tickets, swimsuits, food, all that stuff. We'll do the shopping tomorrow morning and then take the train to the beach. Sound good?"
"Dude do you even have the money for that?" Takenaka asks, mouth slightly agape as he looks at me in confusion.
"He's been saving money since preschool. What do you think?" Inasa says, his expression deadpan.
"...okay, yeah, sure, you mind if I crash here so I don't have to take the train at ass early in the morning?"
"Have fun camping out on the floor bud." I say, patting my tall friend on the shoulder as I waltz past him and into the kitchen for something cold and refreshing.
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In another place, with another person...
In another place, with another person...
"Hold on for a second Mr. Rope, I'm receiving a phone call." The man says, reaching into his suit and extracting the cheerfully ringing device.
"Hello? Why yes, this is Mr. Calvin Liche. Pardon, how much is that? Could you perhaps tell me how much in American? Oh. Oh, dear. Of course, sir. My partner and I would be happy to be of service. Yes, a good day to you too sir." The man says, nodding before hanging up.
"Mr. Rope, if you would kindly inform our current client that our business with him is concluded?" Mr. Liche says, tucking the slim device back into his coat and primping his hair in the mirror next to him.
"Of course Mr. Liche. Goodbye, Marvin." Mr. Rope says, letting the flailing Marvin go, his screams echoing before being silenced with a noise not unlike an overripe watermelon hitting the ground.
"I hope you've brushed up on your Nihongo recently Mr. Rope. We're going to Japan."
"I always did want to see the cherry blossoms."
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Saturday, June 21st, 2223
Saturday, June 21st, 2223
The morning shopping trip is a breeze, everyone getting in and getting out in under an hour. The three hour ride on the crowded train full of people with the same idea as us, however, is less than stellar.
We're all cramped together in one section near the door, packed tight like sardines in a can.
I feel something brush past my lower back, then a squeeze that makes me nearly jump. I look around frantically for a minute before lowering my head and whispering to Himiko.
"Someone just grabbed my ass." I say, slightly embarrassed.
"Yeah, I did. You're gonna put that cute thing out there and expect me to not grab a handful? You're crazy." She says, going back to her cup of boba.
"Let's see how you like it…" I mutter, adjusting the bag of beach necessities over my shoulder as I let go of the ring hanging from the ceiling and snake my arm around her back and give her rear a quick pinch.
The squeak she makes as she nearly jumps onto the ceiling is entirely worth the elbow I get in the ribs for it.
"What the hell, Han?" She hisses, amber eyes looking at me in disbelief.
"Not so fun when you're the one getting goosed, huh?" I say, leaning into her a bit as I grip the ring once more.
"Maybe I want something more than a pinch on the ass, huh?" She whispers, leaning back into me and giving my a look like honeyed fruit it's so sweet.
"Y'all are nasty, you know that?" Takenaka interjects, adjusting his aviators and looking away as Inasa tries to hide his laughter behind one hand.
"Traitors, both of you. Traitors and cockblocks!"
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We eventually arrive at the beach, people pouring out of the train like water towards the sand and surf.
"Alright gang, let's get changed then meet up and the beach shack." I say, and we break off towards the station's restrooms to get into our swimsuits.
The one I've bought has a green and blue pattern to it, with orange flowers placed at random upon it. The floral patterned hawaiian shirt hanging off my frame is a bit baggy, though.
Takenaka's is plain black and white, the same color as his fur, and for once his signature aviators are nowhere to be found, likely tucked into his bag.
Inasa's is a plain blue pair of swim trunks, nothing special or out of the ordinary about them.
When I finally get a look at Himiko's, though…
It's a black one piece, even darker against her pale skin, with gold string laced together behind her neck to hold up the whole affair. A cream colored button down shirt hangs off her shoulders, and a pair of my sunglasses rests on top of her head, her hair hanging loose down her back.
I sidle up close to her as we wait in line at the beach shack, taking her hand in mine.
"You still want more than that pinch?" I whisper, our heads nearly touching from the closeness.
She gives me that look like honeyed fruit again, leaning up to give me a peck on the cheek.
"Maybe later, loverboy." She whispers, still with that damned look on her face.
"You idiots going to put in a fucking order or just hold up the line the whole damn day?" Someone says, and I nearly jump away from Himiko in surprise. We're finally at the front of the line, standing in front of the comically kitschy beach shack.
The young man working the counter is familiar, with ash blond hair sticking out in all directions and bright red eyes like the fires of hell…
"Wait, aren't you that one kid? The one from UA that won their sports festival?" I say, holding back my laughter.
"Who gives a fuck if I am, just order already!" Bakugou Katsuki roars, slamming his hands down on the counter as he glares at us.
"It's all good, dude. I'll take a large passion fruit shaved ice, a medium lemonade, a medium vanilla cone, and an orange cream popsicle." I say, reaching for my wallet as I list off everyone's order.
"Your total comes to 1,517 Yen." Bakugou says, handing me back my change before putting together the order.
"You want a piece of advice, pomeranian-san?" I ask as I stuff the change into the tip jar on the counter, smiling slyly.
"Fucking what, asshole?" Bakugou snaps, brows furrowing as he hands over the order.
"Loosen up, let that telephone pole slide out of your ass. Maybe you'll feel better." I say, doling out the items to their owners.
Bakugou's screams of rage echo behind us as we step onto the beach proper, Himiko hiding her snort of laughter behind a spoonful of shaved ice.
"I can't believe you called him a pomeranian." Takenaka says before taking a bite from his ice cream.
"You saw that thing on his head, right? That man was wearing a pomeranian for a hat, no doubt."
"Hey, at least it's better than the birds nest you call hair." Inasa snipes, sipping at his lemonade.
"My hair is perfectly fine! So what if it gets caught in my costume sometimes, it still looks good as fuck." I say matter-of-factly, running a hand through my hair as my other gestures wildly, popsicle flailing.
"Wait, hold on, what flavor of popsicle is that?" Himiko asks as Inasa sets up the towels and we all plop down.
"Orange cream. Wanna try it?" I say as I peel the top off and push the stick of ice cream out of its tube.
"That has got to be the weirdest combination of flavors ever. Hard pass." Himiko says, stuffing another spoonful of shaved ice into her mouth.
"Weird taste in ice cream aside, can we just take a moment to appreciate the amount of shit our man here can talk?" Takenaka says, clapping me on the shoulder as he pops the last of his cone into his mouth, chewing a bit before continuing.
"This man, this absolute madman just told Bakugou Katsuki, the winner of the UA sports festival and dude who can make explosions with his hands, to unclench his undoubtedly clenched ass. I'm stunned you can even walk." The furry teen says, clapping slowly.
"What, man, I could take his ass easily. Kessel Grab and throw him into the ocean, no problem. He couldn't graze me, let alone break my legs." I say, waving off Takenaka's applause.
"Nah, dude. I'm talking about how I'm stunned you can walk with that fucking messenger bag you call a scrote, cause shit talking like that takes some hangers man."
I break down laughing at that, pitching forward and guffawing like an idiot.
"Hey, those hangers belong to me." Himiko says, and just as my laughter begins to dissipate I'm back to wheezing it out, falling sideways into my girlfriend as I shake with enjoyment.
"Ah, my shaved ice!" Himiko yells as I take her down with me, the frozen treat flying out of her hands…
Directly into Inasa's crotch.
"Ah! Cold! Fuck!" My best friend yells, damn near throwing the flower shaped cup off of his lower body and into the sand behind us.
Life isn't so bad after all.
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Elsewhere...
Elsewhere...
"So, the tickets have been arranged?"
"Yes, sir. The pair leaves Los Angeles on Monday night, and will be arriving early Tuesday morning."
"Just in time for the deal to happen. I'll take this to the boss, you go and have yourself a break, yeah? You deserve it."
The two figures part with a salute before turning away from each other, their hands falling out of the L-shape as they leave the alley from opposite ends, merging back into the general crowds of Tokyo.
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Well, I guess with Nebulous State of Affairs and Lamarckian both updating today this makes me the last bit of a triple tap? Either way, enjoy yourselves and have a damn good one.
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this is why we don't update at half past 10 at night, kids. many thanks for catching my fuckups.
Chapter 20
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Friday, June 27th, 2223
"Well, this is it guys. Internships are here, and we'll all be apart for two whole weeks…" I say, looking over the crowded train station as we wait on the raised platform.
Inasa's going to Kyushu to intern with Hawks.
Takenaka's going to Osaka to work under his brother's old mentor, Yoroi Musha.
Himiko's staying in Mandaloa, to work under the police and get experience in investigations.
And I'm...fuck, I'm going to Musutafu.
I'd been working so hard to stay away from the main plot for as long as possible, but now...now it was obvious.
The plot demands it.
"Hey, Han?" Himiko says, separating herself from my arm to look me dead in the eye.
"Yeah?"
"Promise you'll call when you get there?"
"Yeah. I'll call when I get there. Promise."
I'm fighting tears as I say it, pulling her into a tight hug as the tears in her eyes begin to soak the front of my shirt.
"Be safe. All of you, be safe." I say to my friends as Himiko and I break contact. It's bittersweet, for sure, but it's a sign of growth that we have to part like this, even if only for a short time.
And as three of us step onto our trains and the fourth leaves with her police escort, I can't help but smile grimly at the future and the horrors that await us.
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Tuesday, July 1st, 2223
Tuesday, July 1st, 2223
"Hey, sensei? Do you think maybe we could patrol around Kamino Ward tomorrow night? We've been doing patrols around Musutafu for so long I feel like I know the area by heart already." I say as I toss my costume into the locker in front of me, changing into my civvies and doing my best to hide the fear in my voice.
"I suppose it isn't too out of the way from the normal route that we could try and hit part of Kamino Ward as well as Musutafu proper." The older hero says, stroking at his mustache.
Oh thank god, he missed the fear.
"You seem a little twitchy though, Shishida-kun. Are you okay?"
Fuck.
"Y-yeah, it's just adrenaline from that burglary. Still hasn't worn off." I say, running a hand through my hair as I close and lock the locker.
"Well, try and get some sleep. Stopping your first crime is a big thing, you know. Good night, Shishida-kun." Snatch says, standing up and giving me a pat on the shoulder before he leaves the locker room.
"Good night, sensei." I say, watching his back as I feel the weight of everything I could have prevented land on my shoulders all at once.
I try to ignore it as I leave the room and take the elevator up to my room at the agency, but the thoughts cling to me as I lock the door.
A shower should do me some good.
I strip down, setting out my sleepwear on the bed before stripping down and cranking the water as cold as it can go.
I never used to like cold showers, not before. Even in the midst of a heatwave, I'd have the water cranked well past boiling, but now it's a reminder of what I left behind in that drive-in theater.
One of my best friends had once said she'd rather freeze in the winter than melt in the summer, and then I'd just laughed it off, but now as I sit here curled up in the shower with water like ice streaming down my back it feels like so much more.
Did they ever know how much they meant to me? A pair of crutches for an emotional cripple, helping me move forward one step at a time.
I feel the tears stream down my face as I remember the time I'd spent with them, far too little in the grand scheme of things. Afternoons spent enjoying each others company and rolling dice, escaping to bright worlds of fantasy. Nights spent talking about anything and everything, just because we could. Mornings spent calling warnings and plays, laughing at every little incident.
I don't remember much of my old life. The memories are vague, and spotty in places, but there are constants.
A laugh like the chime of a bell, so pure and innocent, ringing forth from a face with cheeks still round with baby fat and a look soft like goose down. Shining hazel eyes, like gemstones with galaxies behind them, so full of fire and the will to do.
A rich full laugh, full of life and joy, issuing forth from a thick black beard around shining white teeth and a look more mischievous than any fae creature. A strong anchoring grip, like a tether to reality, so trustworthy and honest.
I sometimes wonder who they are, but I already know the answer, laying there in sepia-toned memories full of nostalgia.
They were family. The kind you can only find, composed of people that radiate warmth like miniature suns and you can't help but be drawn to them.
I wonder, sometimes, if I'll ever see them again.
No, fuck that. I scrub at my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing. If the two that feature so prominently in those memories are anything like the friends I have now, they'd want me to keep moving forward.
I breathe deeply as I think about my friends now, a small smile spreading across my face.
Inasa, so full of happiness and love for life that even in his darkest moments he's a beacon of strength.
Takehiko, so charged with strength and the ability to carry on despite everything he's been though.
And Himiko...Himiko. The girl, no, woman, I'm sure I'll get down on one knee for someday, filled to the brim with love and kindness and hope for the future that all I can do is support her with all my strength.
I know with all my heart that I am cared for, but things still weigh upon me as memories of lost friends and thoughts of new ones flee my mind, leaving only heavy darkness within it.
16 years of inaction, nothing beyond token efforts until that fateful day a blonde girl with her hair in buns asked me that fateful question.
I'd been content to be a bystander, someone just going through the motions and joking about becoming a hero. But now...now here I am, in the middle of my internship under a professional hero. All because one question made me realize how much of an impact I had even from the sidelines.
I had thanked every god I knew when I learned just how far from Musutafu we lived, that I wouldn't be dragged into the plot by happenstance, but now...now here I am, being dragged into one of the biggest messes of the century. My recollection isn't perfect, that much is true, but tomorrow night...tomorrow night is when the world shifts, and things change.
The clock strikes midnight as I climb into my borrowed bed, my consciousness fading into nothing as my head hits the pillow.
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Wednesday, July 2nd, 2223
Wednesday, July 2nd, 2223
"Shishida, you're going to want a look at the news." Snatch says around a slice of buttered toast, pulling on the top of his costume as he turns on the TV in the agencies break room.
I steel my nerves as I watch the report, expecting the worst of the worst to come bout.
"-and in addition to the kidnapping of a U.A. student, a member of the so called League of Villains has been captured." The horned man on the scream says, and I feel my brain begin to shut down.
And here. We. Go.
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This one was....rough to write. There's been some angst building for a while now, and this is where it first rears its head.
So as someone who has little experience with the source material (Earth Aleph manga and anime were pretty damn expensive to buy back on Bet), what would be the standard response of authorities for the kidnapping of a cape-school student? Is it something like if a Ward was captured or killed, such as when the entire regional Protectorate and PRT mobilized to rescue Odds from the tinker who captured him? Or do they have a different response, such as playing it safe?
This story is great, I just need a bit more context as to the level of response from the Protectorate of this Musutafu place.
Also, what power classification is the villain? I'd assume Tinker judging by the self-insert, as it would make for an interesting character foil. But Trump (or Thinker, depending the villain's assets) could also incite a dramatic reaction.
This story is great, I just need a bit more context as to the level of response from the Protectorate of this Musutafu place.
Also, what power classification is the villain? I'd assume Tinker judging by the self-insert, as it would make for an interesting character foil. But Trump (or Thinker, depending the villain's assets) could also incite a dramatic reaction.
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I'm going to kindly ask you to translate that to normal person language, please. Otherwise it seems dangerously close to derailing the thread and I'd hate to have that happen.
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He's asking about the plot IC as a character from Worm. He's asking about plot that will very likely be covered in the next chapter.
I apologize, that was not my intent. Is there a rule against such things on these forums, pertaining to the way I phrased my statement?
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Roleplaying is generally confined to a different part of this board. Some people, Wombat and myself among them, don't find people pretending to be a character from Worm to be particularly humorous. Regardless, I'll humour you:
Quirks in MHA would be classified in Worm as, in roughly descending order of frequency to my recollection (as someone who's a bit behind in the manga):
Striker
Blaster
Brute
Breaker
Mover
Shaker
Trump
Master
Changer
Thinker
Stranger
Those are ordered in descending frequency from "literally half the cast has a Quirk that fits this description" to "I can't think of more than one character with a Quirk that matches that category," bearing in mind this was all written fairly slapdash. To the best of my knowledge there aren't any Tinker-ish Quirks in the setting, only people who are very good with tech.
That said, I think Wombat and I would both appreciate if you didn't pretend to be the character Bagrat if you keep posting in here.
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So when I saw this story I misread the title as "Snuggler's Run". I have not yet decided if I am disappointed to realize that is not actually the title. I'll let you know after I've read a few more chapters.
I mean, it's not inaccurate to certain points. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
kinglugia
Hora hora~
Ah, so that's why it's called United States of Smash.
Chapter 21
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Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit.
I'm dumbfounded, and I only barely notice my phone ringing on the table as I watch footage of Twice being thrown into the back of a police van, a straitjacket binding his arms.
"Shishida, pick up your phone, damn it!" Snatch yells, breaking me out of my catatonic state before he starts barking orders to sidekicks and working the whole of the agency into a frenzy.
I stumble a bit grabbing it off the table and answering it, shaking with a mix of fear and anger as I listen to my mother talk.
Jurota was at the training camp. Jurota was hurt in the attack. My cousin was hurt in the attack.
The League of Villains hurt my family.
They're dead.
"Snatch-sensei," I say as I stand up, deadly calm. "It seems that my cousin was injured in the attack on the training camp. Permission to go and visit him in the hospital?"
"Permission granted. Go take care of your family, kid." My mentor says as I pass him by, giving me a pat on the shoulder.
I'm in my room, stuffing a change of clothes into a backpack with my charger and an extra pair of sunglasses when my phone rings again, a cutesy pop song instead of the low drone used for family.
"Han, don't do it, Whatever it is you're planning, don't." Himiko says, people yelling in the background.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." I say, holding the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I zip up my bag, stepping out the door and heading straight for the elevator.
"Don't you play dumb with me!"
"Aw, but I'm so good at it." I whine sarcastically, punching in the ground floor on the elevator's keypad.
"Honda, please. Don't risk yourself." She says, softer now. Definitely still annoyed, but there's something more. Worry.
I look back over the vague plan I had for my revenge. Forcibly tagging along with the U.A. kids and getting my payback on Shigaraki for hurting Jurota, getting hits on whoever I could, even...no, no I can't go through with it.
"I won't. I promise, I won't risk myself as long as you promise the same." I say, sighing as the elevator dings.
"I promise. I love you."
"I love you too." I say, hanging up the phone as I step into the lobby and head out of the building, into the busy streets, and toward the train station.
When I arrive at the Musutafu General Hospital, it's to my father sitting on the bench outside, a lit cigarette burning to ash in his hands.
"You smoke?" I ask, genuinely surprised. The stench of tobacco is nostalgic, taking me back to those sepia memories with incomplete faces.
"Used to. Figured I'd try and see if it would take the edge off but...I can't bring myself to do it." He says, dropping the cancer stick to the ground and stamping it out.
"How's everyone else doing?" I ask as I sit down next to him on the bench, breathing in the muggy air.
"Jurota's fine, thank every god there is. Your mother's doing well too. Kaori is being…." He trails off, leaving the implication hanging.
"A bitch?" I supply, a wry smile pulling at my lips as I lean back against the bench, watching the jagged skyline.
"I was going to say herself, but that fits well too."
The room itself is quiet aside from the TV. Chewie and I had been chatting idly when the special report began.
We watch raptly as All Might goes blow for blow with his nemesis, and finally, when All For One lays defeated, the whole world is silent. Like time has stopped across the globe as the Symbol of Peace raises his his arm in victory.
The world erupts in noise and motion, the breath I didn't know I was holding slipping out as I cheer.
The special report continues, camera trained on All Might in his emaciated state, as he raises his arm once more and points at the camera.
"Next...next, it's your turn." The Symbol of Peace says, sending a ripple of anticipation through my entire body.
"You know, I always did like that All Might guy. Look at him, telling the rest of those villain jerks he's coming after them next." My father says, scratching at his stubble.
"Nah, that wasn't for the villains." I say, standing up and stretching.
"Oh? Then who was it for?"
"That was for all the other heroes, and all the ones still in training or dreaming of becoming heroes. That was him saying "tag in, your turn, I need to take a breather"." I say matter-of-factly, Jurota nodding along.
"We'll have to work hard if we want to live up to the Symbol of Peace and his legacy." Jurota says, coughing a bit afterwards.
"So then, what is our objective for this mission, Ms. Ziz?" Mr. Liche says, stepping out of the black cadillac alongside his partner and commander.
"First off," the young woman in front of him says, breathing heavily, "don't call me Ziz. My name is Namune. Use it."
"And second of all?" Mr. Rope says, adjusting his sleeve and checking the throwing knife tucked within it.
"Our objective...is mayhem." Namune says, adjusting the pilots mask on her face and shifting the oxygen tanks on her back.
"Kids! Pack your shit! Villains just broke into the hospital and we need to get out, now!" My mother barks as she slams open the door to the room, startling Chewie and I away from our game of chess.
"Shit, aren't there any heroes in the area?" My father hisses, grabbing whatever he can and stuffing it into the duffel he'd brought with him.
"There's some on their way but we need to get out of here before everything goes to shit."
"Hey, Chewie, you thinking what I'm thinking?" I say, standing and helping my cousin out of his bed.
"Great minds may think alike, but fools like us rarely differ." Jurota says, stretching his likely stiff muscles as we step into the hallway.
"I was next to useless at the training camp-" Chewie says, flexing his grip as long beastly claws slide over
"-and I've been nothing but pent up aggression since I heard the news."
"So let's go kick some ass!" We say in unison.
"Actually, maybe you should put on some pants." I say, gesturing to the hospital gown just barely hanging off my cousin's bulky frame.
"Oh, yes, that might be a wise choice."
I'm dumbfounded, and I only barely notice my phone ringing on the table as I watch footage of Twice being thrown into the back of a police van, a straitjacket binding his arms.
"Shishida, pick up your phone, damn it!" Snatch yells, breaking me out of my catatonic state before he starts barking orders to sidekicks and working the whole of the agency into a frenzy.
I stumble a bit grabbing it off the table and answering it, shaking with a mix of fear and anger as I listen to my mother talk.
Jurota was at the training camp. Jurota was hurt in the attack. My cousin was hurt in the attack.
The League of Villains hurt my family.
They're dead.
"Snatch-sensei," I say as I stand up, deadly calm. "It seems that my cousin was injured in the attack on the training camp. Permission to go and visit him in the hospital?"
"Permission granted. Go take care of your family, kid." My mentor says as I pass him by, giving me a pat on the shoulder.
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I'm in my room, stuffing a change of clothes into a backpack with my charger and an extra pair of sunglasses when my phone rings again, a cutesy pop song instead of the low drone used for family.
"Han, don't do it, Whatever it is you're planning, don't." Himiko says, people yelling in the background.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." I say, holding the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I zip up my bag, stepping out the door and heading straight for the elevator.
"Don't you play dumb with me!"
"Aw, but I'm so good at it." I whine sarcastically, punching in the ground floor on the elevator's keypad.
"Honda, please. Don't risk yourself." She says, softer now. Definitely still annoyed, but there's something more. Worry.
I look back over the vague plan I had for my revenge. Forcibly tagging along with the U.A. kids and getting my payback on Shigaraki for hurting Jurota, getting hits on whoever I could, even...no, no I can't go through with it.
"I won't. I promise, I won't risk myself as long as you promise the same." I say, sighing as the elevator dings.
"I promise. I love you."
"I love you too." I say, hanging up the phone as I step into the lobby and head out of the building, into the busy streets, and toward the train station.
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When I arrive at the Musutafu General Hospital, it's to my father sitting on the bench outside, a lit cigarette burning to ash in his hands.
"You smoke?" I ask, genuinely surprised. The stench of tobacco is nostalgic, taking me back to those sepia memories with incomplete faces.
"Used to. Figured I'd try and see if it would take the edge off but...I can't bring myself to do it." He says, dropping the cancer stick to the ground and stamping it out.
"How's everyone else doing?" I ask as I sit down next to him on the bench, breathing in the muggy air.
"Jurota's fine, thank every god there is. Your mother's doing well too. Kaori is being…." He trails off, leaving the implication hanging.
"A bitch?" I supply, a wry smile pulling at my lips as I lean back against the bench, watching the jagged skyline.
"I was going to say herself, but that fits well too."
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Thursday, July 3rd, 2223
Thursday, July 3rd, 2223
The room itself is quiet aside from the TV. Chewie and I had been chatting idly when the special report began.
We watch raptly as All Might goes blow for blow with his nemesis, and finally, when All For One lays defeated, the whole world is silent. Like time has stopped across the globe as the Symbol of Peace raises his his arm in victory.
The world erupts in noise and motion, the breath I didn't know I was holding slipping out as I cheer.
The special report continues, camera trained on All Might in his emaciated state, as he raises his arm once more and points at the camera.
"Next...next, it's your turn." The Symbol of Peace says, sending a ripple of anticipation through my entire body.
"You know, I always did like that All Might guy. Look at him, telling the rest of those villain jerks he's coming after them next." My father says, scratching at his stubble.
"Nah, that wasn't for the villains." I say, standing up and stretching.
"Oh? Then who was it for?"
"That was for all the other heroes, and all the ones still in training or dreaming of becoming heroes. That was him saying "tag in, your turn, I need to take a breather"." I say matter-of-factly, Jurota nodding along.
"We'll have to work hard if we want to live up to the Symbol of Peace and his legacy." Jurota says, coughing a bit afterwards.
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Outside the hospital
Outside the hospital
"So then, what is our objective for this mission, Ms. Ziz?" Mr. Liche says, stepping out of the black cadillac alongside his partner and commander.
"First off," the young woman in front of him says, breathing heavily, "don't call me Ziz. My name is Namune. Use it."
"And second of all?" Mr. Rope says, adjusting his sleeve and checking the throwing knife tucked within it.
"Our objective...is mayhem." Namune says, adjusting the pilots mask on her face and shifting the oxygen tanks on her back.
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"Kids! Pack your shit! Villains just broke into the hospital and we need to get out, now!" My mother barks as she slams open the door to the room, startling Chewie and I away from our game of chess.
"Shit, aren't there any heroes in the area?" My father hisses, grabbing whatever he can and stuffing it into the duffel he'd brought with him.
"There's some on their way but we need to get out of here before everything goes to shit."
"Hey, Chewie, you thinking what I'm thinking?" I say, standing and helping my cousin out of his bed.
"Great minds may think alike, but fools like us rarely differ." Jurota says, stretching his likely stiff muscles as we step into the hallway.
"I was next to useless at the training camp-" Chewie says, flexing his grip as long beastly claws slide over
"-and I've been nothing but pent up aggression since I heard the news."
"So let's go kick some ass!" We say in unison.
"Actually, maybe you should put on some pants." I say, gesturing to the hospital gown just barely hanging off my cousin's bulky frame.
"Oh, yes, that might be a wise choice."
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Remember kids, pants are important. Also this chapter is very short, yes, but that's because my brain was fighting me the whole way wanting to write fight scenes so that's next chapter.
Hell on Strikers
Tank Cat
- Location
- The Commonwealth
Han and chewie teaming up. All they are missing is the falcon, a c96 and a crossbow.
Moonlit Lord
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Just curious, with the recent Villians Arc, how much of Himiko's personality/past are you going to incorporate into the story? Especially the whole "Your quirk WILL shape how you are, no matter social norms" aspect that's being emphasized?