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Yokohama was known as a querkless city, its borders had been closed as querks began to appear. Despite this it was known for being run by villains and ability users, there were theories all over the internet of how all of the hero’s who entered never left and that life there was like living in a hell on earth.

CHUUYA POV
Bullshit Life there was normal, more peaceful than the outside world, with the lack of querks there was also a lack of cartoon looking villans and cringy catch frases from hero’s that alone was enough to terrorise Chuuyas nightmares. And these stupid hero’s wouldn’t leave them alone, they could piss off with their ‘ saving the people from danger’ Yokohama was just fine without their help and honestly would be better off without.

Chuuya sighed already knowing what this stupid meeting would be about , some hero’s trying to be the saviours of Yokohama he was tired of it. All they had to do was kill the hero’s and make a display of their body’s by the border, it should be enough to scare off the hero’s for a couple of months, then a another stupid hero would grace Yokohama with there unneeded presence.

“Chuuyaa~” another sigh he should get payed extra for having to deal with this stupid mackerel “what do you want now” if he could roll his eyes anymore he would see his brain. “ Hey! That’s no way for a dog to treat his owner! But anyway I heard the boss has a special mission for you~” that was the last thing he want to hear , another sigh “ your the last person I want to hear that from, idiot” he said while Kuching his shin. “ Oww~ chuuya you wound me~” “Just piss off, don’t you have better thing to do than bother me”.

“Ah , Chuuya perfect timing! Why don’t you sit down I have something quite important to tell you. Don’t I Elise-chann~” Chuuyas face cringed in desgust, it looked like ‘Elise-chann~’ couldnt give a flying fuck, Chuuya held back a laugh before he took a seat “ so what is it this time, do I need to get rid of another hero?” he asked while rolling his eyes. With Daizai’s mention of a special mission he doubted it would just be getting rid of a hero but he could hope right. “ Hm, not quite. It more of an infaltration mission” seeing the look on Chuuyas face made it clear there was a need for more explanation “ you will be going to UA, the hero school”

“WHAT?!, I can hardly write! Why send me, isn’t Dazai a better fit for the job!” He exclaimed while slamming his hands in the desk. Why on earth did morí think it was a good idea to send him, he could hardly read he couldn’t spell and don’t even get him started on science or maths! He was getting tutored by that waste of bandages but he understood nothing! … wait a minuet no wonder morí suddenly decides he needed to have some form of education. “well if I sent dazai I think he would be sent to a mental hospital before he could evens set foot in a school” “fair point..” the first thing that suicidal manic would do is find a nice river to drown in. “Fine, what do I need to do”

So for this stupid mission he needed to get stabbed?! It’s fine it’s not like he was wearing a perfectly white shirt that was completely unstained or his hat that allowed him to control his ability, it’s fine. It was not fine Hera was about to ruin a perfectly good shirt and potentially ruin his signature leather jacket and hat, this was going to be a long day.

So now Chuuya was laying down covered in blood and getting ready for I nice nap in the sun, he had all of the essentials his phone and more importantly his Motor bike licencie. He knew he didn’t have his bike with him but he was hoping to find one that’s useable. The plan was simple he would be found by the hero’s patrolling the border, play the roll of an orphan who lived in the slums in Yokohama, he would have just gotten in to a street fight with a querk user who could teleport people. The hero’s would then sort out all of the documents to get him an identity , then he would study his ass off to get in to UA. He would get a tonne and a half of info on the heros, he would then go kill allmight and get his ass back to Yokohama.Simple right. Killing allmight would be enough to send the world in to temporary chaos, enough chaos for the shitty heros to leave.

Chuuya slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, the mission required him to be unconscious when he was found to make it look more realistic. Chuuya hated dreaming, every time he dreamt it was never nice, it was always something he’d rather not remember. He was alone, he was in a lab, his vision was hazy and there was a loud ringing in his ears, he looked around and the floor was covered in blood, and body’s. The bodies of the members of the flag, a blond figure approached him slowly saying something he couldn’t hear. He was suddenly awoken by an abnormally loud voice. “HEY KID ARE YOU GOOD!!” No not after that dream “AHHHH! What the fuck! Why are you shouting” he screamed while covering his ears. “ hey kid don’t move too much your injered” said the one who looked like he hadn’t slept in years, oh yeh the mission “wait, that stupid prick! He used his querk on me!” The two hero’s looked at each other coming to a mutual understanding. “ Hey kid what happened” he said not quite asking. “That stupid bastard, we got into a fight he stabbed me then teleported me out the city! Was stabbing me not enough for him!”. The sleep deprived hero took a step closer “ you know what we can continue this conversation later. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

It felt weird no one had ever carried him before and he never wanted to be carried but the hero just kept insistinsting and hospitals he hated them they reminded him of bad times, but he had to suck it up and deal with it for the mission. “ Hey kid-“ “ My names Chuuya ” he didn’t bother giving a last name, he hated the formality’s sometimes he didn’t realise when people called his last name. “Chuuya then, where do you live, do you have your parents contact details?” Perfect “ I don’t have parents and I live in the slums” he deadpanned “ slums? What slums are you talking about?” “ the ones in Yokohama?” He’s asked as if it were common sense. The heroes looked at each other as of they had seen a ghost, this was going to be a long day.

When the doctor finally came to treat him he was asked to remove his shirt, as usual. Well it would be usual but Chuuyas body was litters with all sorts of scars, which someone his age shouldn’t have, it fine he would just blame it on the brutality of the slums. But then there was the barcode for that he would just play the roll of a traumatised kid who didn’t want to talk about it. When the hero’s came back the doctor had pulled them aside to ramble about his scars and what ever, not like Chuuya cared he already had his story straight. “Hey listener, how did you get those scars?” Chuuya assuming he was the one referred to as listener responded “ And why do you want to know? “ he had to be a bit resistant or they would begin to doubt him and his traumatised kid act. “ we’re heroes it’s our job” Chuuya felt kind of bad he was just making the poor guys day longer and he already looked like it was past his bed time “ Take a guess, it was obviously the slums. There’s fights all the time”

Chuuya was now done with the first step of the plan, the hero’s we’re getting the paperwork for his identification done. They had asked him some questions, the normal stuff name, age, date of birth and querk. All of which he responded to truthfully except querk, he didn’t have one he had an ability, they were generally stronger than querks and had no repercussions. Creek the door opened and in came in the two pros “ Chuuya we are adopting you.” … Silence “ WHAT?!” “ you need a guardian, and considering your past we can’t send you to an orphanage” said the blond, this definitely not part of the plan!

Chuuya was now crouched down in the corner of the toilets , brick phone pressed to his ear. Come on pick up! It the least you could do! “ Well if it isn’t my Favirate dog~ already crawling back to your owner~” “ ugh, piss off dazai and hand the phone to morí” he whisper-shouted.”you don’t want to talk to me??~ Fine only cus you asked like a good dog~” he was going to kill him one day “ ah chuuya is everything going as planned” “ NO! These crazy heroes are trying to adopt me! And they work at UA” no way chuuya was going to do this, under constant watch of two pro heroes, no thank you. “ Perfect! Your chances of getting in would incrise! I knew this was the perfect job for you chuuya!” Your joking

He now had parent for the first time in his life and for some strange reason he was not exited, we’ll attest he wasn’t going to have to live in a shipment container like the suicidal maniac.

“ Hey kid, have you ever been to school?” Aizawa asked while pulling out of the parking spot. “ Nope, never” “ well can you read and write?” Technically he could but not very well “ uhh, kinda” the man sighed “I’ll teach you the basics you need to know to get in to UA” the rest of the car ride was silent but aizawa could tell something was up with that kid.

AIZAWA POV
He seemed oddly observant noticing the smallest of sounds and constantly having his guard up, he needed to figure out how to get the kid to open up to him. The fact that the kid had a shitty past was obvious the scars said enough as is and the barcode he refused to elaborate on was a huge red flag. He just signed up for a lot more work.

Sending the kid to UA was an easy decision, they needed to keep an eye on him. This was the best way to get info on Yokohama as well as the kid, he was bound to open up a little around kid his age.

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CHUUYA POV
Aizawa had decided that the he was going to go to UA, not that it was a problem to Chuuyas plans in fact it helped him. He decided that the kid had a strong quirk and could use it well, he didn’t seem too bothered about media and his unique circumstances, he was from Yokohama, this was the chance to learn more about the isolated city. He was also worried about the kids past he wanted to know more, why would he have such horrid scars and a barcode tattoo.

The teachers main focus was the educational side of the exam, the ginger had a strong querk and he was physically strong too, there was no doubt that he had plenty of fighting experience. But in trade the kid was pretty much illiterate, he understood most quite a bit of maths and science, much less than the ever age kid his age but enough to make teaching it to him simple. The teachers biggest worry was English, but turns out the kid was pretty much fluent, he could read it but couldn’t write for shit. Good thing that Shinso , his to the adopted son, was there to help or otherwise he would have just given up.

This was going to kill him, Chuuya had about 3 weeks to learn to write , learn science and maths, this was going to be hell. Thank goodness Shinso was willing to go over all of it with him when aizawa was working, Yamada wasn’t much help when it came to anything that needed explaining. Over the next 3 weeks Chuuyas spent all day studying his ass off, his writing had spelling had improved, it looked like shit but it would do and he understood enough maths and science to get him in. All he needed to do now was pass the exam.

All the students were supposed to ware their middle school uniforms to the written exams, but since Chuuya had well never been to school he showed up in his signature leather jacket, grey hoodie and black trousers. He could honestly feel the stares burning in to him, he would just ignore them it not like they bothered him much. “Hey! You!” Chuuya kept walking he had to get to the exam 40 minutes early, he had additional time since he had both dyslexia and dyscalculia. There were 4 exams English, maths , science and Japanese all of which had been compressed into a single 2 hour exam. “ Hey! Boy with the ginger hair!” Chuuya turned to see some wannabe transformer chasing after him “Hu, What?” The transformer kid flinched back before responding “Do you not know the dress code! You are supposed to be wearing your uniform!” The blue hair boy scolded “I don’t have a uniform” the ginger replied already feeling like this conversation was going to go nowhere “ I lot it” Chuuya was going to take this chance to slip away from that conversation and go to the exam hall.

The English questions were no challenge to chuuya by how to spelling the words was a problem, he always confused his i and e and his s and c , sometimes even adding in extra letters and missing out others. His reading was fine sometimes with shinso when he didn’t recognise the word he would read it wrong but once corrected it was unlikely he would get it wrong again. The science exam was a pain in the ass, his only saving grace were the multiple choice questions and the data handling questions. Of course he understood the basics but there was too much maths of course there were the error carried forward marks but it made much more sense with the real answer, other than that he did pretty well. Japanese was not really a struggle i mean it was the language he spoke but again the spelling was his number 1 problem, but it was a little easier this time, it was mostly comprehension which was something what he excelled at. But the worst of all maths, like what abusive bastard decided the subject about numbers needed to have letters and why does Timmy need to use 183g of sugar to make 4 teas was he trying to give everyone type 2 diabetes?

Overall Chuuya was thankful for the extra time or otherwise he would have done about 2 of the maths questions, it was about 12 now and there was a 30 min break before the physical exam, “ Hey, Chuuya. How did it go?” The ginger turned to see his saving grace, Shinso, he was probably the only reason Chuuya could read the questions. “ It was alright” he said a bit embarrassed “ it won’t matter too much you’re going to pass the physical test the exams probably won’t matter” Shinso that it would be the opposite for him, the exams ment everything. His quirk was suited for real people no robots and when it came to physical strength it was obvious he was lacking, it had gotten better since Chuuya had been adopted but not enough for him to confidently punch a metal robot and expect it to break. “ I hope, it’s been a while” the only response he got from Shinso was one of the biggest eye rolls he had ever seen.

All of the examinees were no win a large hall listening to president mic explain the rules of the physical exam, well at least most were. Chuuya was lost in his own mind, wondering how things were going in Yokohama, has dazai successfully died, probably not. Who else other than chuuya would drag him out is a river or cut down his nooses, perhaps that drinking buddy of his, or perhaps the stupid god that is keeping him alive who knows. But the thing that had been haunting his mind for the last 3 weeks, paper work. Was there someone’s doing his paper work or was that cruel sick bastard morí letting it build up on his desk, he really hoped not , it was one of the few questions that chuuya had forgotten to ask, he would just ask on their next call.

“ANY QUESTIONS?!!!” No it was a simple task, tamest Chuuya guessed it was, he didn’t listen to a single thing but considering it was an exam for a hero school he assumed it had something to do with beating up the robots in the picture and saving people, that alone was common sense. Some kid stood up , oh wait it’s the wannabe transformer who was harassing him earlier he was just blabbering on about 4 robots and blah blah unacceptable blah blah blah, Chuuya couldn’t care less. Then the loud mouth turned around and pointed to the green haired kid in front of him “you with the unkept hair, you’ve been muttering the entire time. Stop that, if you can’t bother to take it seriously then leave!” Chuuya let out a small snicker before president mic began his speech again, a speech that was automatically tuned out by Chuuya.

Chuuya had reached the practice city that he would be examened in, it was huge. To think that they had money to waist on this just for it to be destroyed, oh well it’s not like it was Chuuyas money. He took a Quick Look around for any familiar faces, ramdom random wannabe transformer random random and green haired kid that got publicity shamed. Great, plenty of ransoms who would get themselves in trouble so the gracious kind and generous Chuuya could come and save them. “You your the one who ran away this morning! “ oh transformer guy “ ah sorry about that I was in a bit of a rush.” That should be fine “oh, ah um Apology accepted! A wonderful trait of a hero you have!” What the fuck was he talking about,please start the exam already, as if by a stroke of luck the exam just do happened to have started. Thank goodness.

Chuuya was off to a great start , most of the robots could be finished with just one of Chuuyas normal kicks or punches. The plan was simple he would use his querk to get to high ground and would look for people in need of help, that way he beats a robot for free and gets save points. He was doing ok he had about 103 points from robots and no clue on saves, Thud Thud what the fuck why is the a huge robot out now, where did they even am hide it. Oh well it’s a pretty good opportunity to get his save points up, and if he needed to he could just beat the robot , not that it would be much of a challenge. Off he went to the big bad robot, at least it was kinda sticking to the pavement. By the time he had arrived the robot had caused plenty of chaos, which ment was plenty of saving. There was this brown haired girl who had the leg trapped under a rock, he could get to he in time, but that messy green haired boy decided to save her instead, not his problem, he probably had enough points to pass himself and another. The kid had run up, shattered his legs and got ready to shatter his arms which he did. What the fuck was he an idiot, did he plan to die saving her? Chuuya took a leap-jump off of the building he was on towards the kid, he increased the gravity affecting himself to catch him then completely stoped it, he was now carrying the Green haired kid bridal style while hovering above the ground.

AIZAWA POV
“Wow! That ginger kid is incredible!” Aizwaw squinted at the screen, the brightness straining his eyes, he knew chuuya was good a fighting without his quirk, but not this good. The kid hadn’t used it any of the fights, only to get high ground and for saving. 103 points for robots and 56 points for saving, that might be a record. But then again he hardly passed the written test Aizawa was quite impressed, that kid was pretty much illiterate 3 weeks ago. “Ah Aizawa! Good to see you!” Oh it was one of his new (least Favirate) colleagues, Allmight he had probably come to watch the exam. “Oh Toshinori, I should say, we have a meeting Monday 3 weeks time, it’s just a briefing for the teachers” he was ment to tell allmight this sooner but that muscle head had an interview. “Ah great to know! I’ll be there!” He said while taking a seat next to aizawa, he seemed to be focusing on a specific exam zone. It was the same one Chuuya was in but he seemed to focused on a different kid he looked kinda messy and his hair looked like broccoli. The kid had no points and was just running from the robots, Even when he was running away he was reckless, hey at least aizawa knew he wouldn’t be teaching him right.

CHUUYA POV
Once the exam was complete he handed the Green haired idiot to the recovery girl, the schools nurse. He had left the exam area and was now looking for a place with no surveillance, it was about time to get in contact with the port mafia. After finding a clear zone he crouched down and pulled out a brick phone, it’s much harder to retract the calls not that it would matter because he’s calling a burner phone. “Upon the Tainted sorrow” the code, to know that it was from chuuya “oh Chuuya it’s about time you called” said the female on the other side of the phone “kōyō?” She was like an older sister to Chuuya “yes me. Anyway how are things on your end” “ it’s mostly going as planned, I just finished the entrance exam, I should get contacted by UA in 2 weeks if I get accepted.” To be honest Chuuya was glad it was kōyō who picked up the phone, she was one of the more tolerable members of the port mafia, and he didn’t want to deal with Esther dazai or morí right now. “ Great, you should try use this opportunity to try learn something, open up a little ” yeah no way “ I will” kōyō could feel the eye roll on the other end of the phone “Ill contact you when the results come” with that the call ended. Kōyō was one of the more sane mafia members and she like children which was a bonus, she was mostly in charge of chuuya when he joined the port mafia about a year ago, since Dazai kept pissing him off. Shit he forgot to ask about the paper work.

AIZAWA POV
The next 2 weeks we’re long, Aizawa had to plan lesson,train allmight to be a teacher, go on patrol and take care of Chuuya Shinso and worst of all Yamada, actually not so might the last one. Both of them were pretty low maintenance, especially Chuuya, the kid hadn’t asked for anything not even cloths, he was gladly wearing Shinso’s hand me downs, but the kid was thankful, he didn’t say it but there where mere small things like him doing random chores and randomly bringing Aizawa coffee. But the kid still didn’t call him by his name let alone dad but that was probably a bit much for now, it was always eyebags or loud mouth, as disrespectful as it sounded now it wasn’t, besides he was a teenager it could just be a rebellious fase? Though he always kept his door locked and he always showered in the middle of the night, Aizawa had just assumed that it was to prevent anyone from seeing his scars, he always kept his hair down, presumably to hide the barcode. But that hat he always keep it near by , whenever he looked uncomfortable he always fiddled with the *chain on it and there was some type of metal that was in the hat, not that it looked uncomfortable but it was strange , there was no reason to have **metal in a har, He wasn’t going to dig deeper the kid hardly trusted him as is, snooping would not throw all of that har work out the window.

CHUUYA POV
It should be today well tonight , the results he means, he felt this wired feeling in his stomach he wouldn’t call I nervousness it was closer to anticipation. No he would rather it be nervousness, I mean this depended on whether his mission was successful or not, depending on the outcome, the situation could quite easily become life or death. Knock Knock Knock, “ I’ll get it!” That voice could only belong to Yamada or mic what ever you wanted to call him, he was kind but too loud for Chuuyas liking, Chuuya wondered down stairs with the slight hope that it was the acceptance letters. “Ah Chuuya perfect timing!” Both Shinso and Yamada were both in the kitchen with 2 letters on the table, respectively addressed to himself and Shinso. “ Those should be the acceptance letters” aizawa said while entering the room “ open them” Chuuya hesitantly reached for the letter and opened it, it was heavier than expected chances are there is anything but a letter in there. He had pulled out a something that looked like it belonged on an ice hockey pitch“ what’s this-“ he was cut off by the projection of Yamada that has appeared out of the ice hockey puck. “HELLLLO! Well done, you my friend placed first in the combat exam, With a whopping 103 points, but that is not all! There was actually a secret exam based on how many people you saved! And for that my friend you scored 56 points, the second highest in this category! But you barely scraped by on the written test, just barely passing, but I do have a speak message here for you! Ah-hem Please work on you hand writing, yikie it couldn’t have been that bad! Any way well done! Welcome to UA Chuuya Nakahara! Wait chuuya nakahara-“ the recording had been cut off at the end, chuuya snickered at the end bit while Yamada was in the corner embarrases “ well done kid” aizawa said while keeping his distance, but wait a minute “ the rescue points were secret?” He asked “ kind of, it was more of a hidden in plain sight thing” aizawa responded.

SHINSO POV
Shinso had already accepted his fate, the UA entrance exam was made for people with power type quirks, someone like him had no chance to pass. He already knew he was in the general study’s class, he had prepared himself for this but it still hurt. It would be fine he would have a chance to redeem himself at the sports festival, as long as he made it to the last stage he was guaranteed some sort of recognition.

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CHUUYA POV
It was the day after Chuuya received the acceptance letter and he had yet to get the chance to contact the port mafia so he was going to have to make one, the easiest way to do that, a walk. Chuuya had lest a note in the kitchen table, it was early on a Sunday and no one was awake this would probably be his only chance in a while. He decided to go on a walk through the forest, there would be few people, no surveillance and he could get some training done. “Come on pick up” Chuuya mumbled to himself as he ventured deeper into the forest “ upon the tainted sorrow” “ pfft- hahah! You sound so stupid ha!” This waist of bandages “ shut up you stupid mackerel” it was too early in the morning to deal with his shit “bad dog!” “Piss off asshole! Just tell morí that I got in to the shitty school” some days chuuya wondered how different life would be without this waist of oxygen “ aww, shrimpy doesn’t want to talk to me~!” Shrimpy did he just call him shrimpy “What did you just say! I’m 15 I’m still growing you prick!” “Hehehe~” this mother fucker just hung up on him, good thing he’s in the forest, these trees were going to have to be his punching bags. It need a while since he’s blown of some steam, he was going to need to after that phone call, hopefully he could control himself enough to not destroy the whole forest.

Thankfully the forest was still in one piece, the trees were pretty thick, Chuuya could have knocked them down if he had wanted to but he would rather not cause an unnecessary mess. He made his way back, he would probably have a shower then go back to doing research on heroes, after all that’s half the reason he was on this mission. “ Hey chuuya, could you do me a favour?” Shinso asked right as Chuuya enters the kitchen “ uhh sure, what is it” Chuuya wasn’t quite sure what the favour could be but he did owe Shinso for helping with exams “Could you show me a few moves? As in like punches and kicks” “uhh sure” Chuuya didn’t show him too much just a few punches, kicks and some advice on dodges but Shinso acted as if he had saved his life, which he certainly didn’t do.

AIZAWA POV
It was Monday morning and too early, Aizawa was on his way to the teacher briefing with Yamada following behind him talking about something. Aizawa had talked to Nezu before hand about Chuuya. It had reminded Nezu another the fact that he had forgotten to hire an in school therapist, Aizawa had metioned he was from Yokohama and had a tough past l, he was going to have to inform the other teaches of this. “ we will begin the meeting when allmight arrives”Aizawa sighed that idiot either got himself stuck in an interview or started fighting crime all over the city. “ Aha, I truly apologise for my lateness! I got held up fighting crime!” Of course he did. The meeting was progressing smoothly, they were coming to the later side of the meeting which was when they would do briefings on the students. “Aizawa how about you start with that student” “ yes sir, his name is Chuuya nakahara, the one who scored highest in the combat exam, he was an orphan until myself and Yamada adopted him 4 weeks ago, he was illiterate and had no knowledge of the world outside Yokohama. He grew up in the slums, he has not quite opened up to me yet but he has had quite the troubled past, he has a barcode tattoo on the back of his neck which we have yet to get the meaning of. We are trying to get him to open up about Yokohama but we have received nothing. Please keep an eye out for any mention of the city. All of the info should be in his file. Also, no needles” He sat back down, he honestly felt bad for the kids homeroom teacher, they were going to have a tonne and a half of extra work. “ ah that reminds me, I haven’t given you you r teaching time tables, have I” Nezu stated while jumping off of his chair and walking to a dusty drawer in the corner. After finding the right key he unlocked it and pulled out some sheets of paper and began to hand them out, before handing aizawa his sheet he looked him directly in the eye with as serious of an expression his face could pull, he then turned his frown upside down and happily handed aizawa his sheet, aizawa could only guess what that was about.

CHUUYA POV
It was only 2 days ago, one of the requirements to get into UA was to be vaccinated against all of the legally required illnesses. The chances were that Chuuya had never been vaccinated in his life, he would have to call it recovery girl and ask her to do it, UA provided vaccinations for students who didn’t have them so it shouldn’t be a problem. Ring ring “ Ah Aizawa is everything alright” recovery girl was the schools nurse and the only tolerable teacher at that whole school “ all is fine I was just wondering if you had time for a vaccination, all the required ones” “oh my, I have time today at 2, is that ok?” It was 11 now, Chuuya had just gotten in the shower after training with Shinso “that’s perfect I’ll see you then” . Chuuya had accepted this vaccination thing but he had no clue what it was, he only accepted it because he needed it to get into UA, “Hey Aizawa, what’s a vaccination?” The sleep deprived man had a strange expression on his face, as if he should have expected this “ it stops you from getting ill” it was probably the worst explanation Aizawa had ever given him oh well it couldn’t be that bad. When he entered the office he was sat down by an old lady and asked to rollo his sleeve, he did as he was told, his arms were covered in scars and burns so he didn’t normally expose them. “Ok boy, lucky for you all of the vaccines come in one injection. Back in my day you had to have about five of these” she said turning around with a needle in hand. Wait did did she say injection. A terrified look possessed his face, . Step. Step. Step. “ Ok boy, hold still” wait, don’t. He couldn’t move. No. “ and done-“ Chuuya ran over to the bin in the corner of the room and began violently throwing up, he had tears streaming down his eyes. His fingers gigging in to the back of his neck, chocking in his sick, hyperventilating . His neck began to bleed and he began muttering a name “ver-“ cough. Aizawa placed a hand the kid back, “ hey are-“ his hand got slapped off and a red glow surround the fingers body “Don’t. Touch.Me.” Chuuya had a terrifying look on his face it even made Aizawa flinch back.

AIZAWA POV
“So, uhh, kid what was that. You don’t have to say now if you dont want.” Chuuya was staring down at his lap while fiddling with the chain in his hat “I just don’t like needles” he said clearly hiding something. Aizawa knew he was hiding something and it was probably do with that barcode tattoo, he really didn’t like the fact that it had something to do with needles.

CHIUYA POV
It was the first day of school and Chuuya was already wanted to die, not only was this uniform pretty fucking ugly it was also uncomfortable as shit, of corse chuuya has added his own personal touch like his choker and gloves but this stupid ass blazer was going to be the death of him and he couldn’t tie a tie to save his life! Both aizawa and Yamada had both left earlier so he had 2 options 1 go to school looking like a clown or 2 ask Shinso for help. The choice was simple, ask Shinso , he slowly walked over to his door and knocked. “ come in” Chuuya omens the door looking down slightly embarrassed “could you help me tie this?” Chuuya asked slightly tugging at his tie. “ yeh, come here” Chuuya did as instructed and Shinso gave him a step by step instructions on how to tie his tie, “ thanks..” he said while Shinso loosened his tie and quickly took his leave still slightly embarrassed .

He had already received his time table when he received his student ID, “class 1A..” he was completely lost and there was no one around, he would just have to keep wondering around. Eventually after about 5 minutes he had found the class, the Green haired kid he saved was standing in front of the door muttering under his breath “hey, are you alright?” He asked the kid “y-yes! I’m fine! I’ll go in now!..” ok well it looked like he was in the same class as this kid “oh wait you’re the one who saved me in the exam! Thank you!” “ Its fine, but what you did was stupid” they both entered the classroom to see the wannabe transformer shouting at some blond kid about the rules or something like that. Chuuya took a seat in the back corner ignoring the shouting match that was going on near by, “Hey you! Short ginger bastard!” Did he hear that right, why was he catching strays from someone he had never met “What The Hell Did You Just Call Me??” Chuuya asked trying to not sound pissed off “Huh, what short or ginger” “Hey I’m 15 I’m still growing!” This blonde was already pissing him off “ kacchan, stop trying to fight” the Green hair kid said, though it sounded more like a beg than order. “Huh deku. I’ll deal with you later! But ginger, you passed the combat exam in first place right! Well I’m going to beat you!” Ok so the shocking thing is that Chuuya didn’t give a flying fuck “ go ahead it’s not like I’m stopping you” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You bastard!” Everting he said after that was tuned out and deemed irrelevant.

“ Alright kids sit down. We will do a basic introduction then we will move in to our first task.” Was that Aizawa in a sleeping bag? He was his homeroom teacher, at least it wasn’t some random he didn’t know but he was still shocked, he stared right at him for a and Aizawa stared right back before saying “sparkle kid go first” all of the introductions were a name and their Favirate food or something of the same sort, but he’d rather keep it simple “ Chuuya Nakahara but just call me chuuya” he said trying to keep it as simple as possible “ now that the introductions are done, get changed we are doing a quirk assessment” Aizawa said, a unanimous “WHAT” erupted from the classroom, what were that shocked about, was this not normal?

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CHUUYA POV
If Chuuya had to pick the hardest part of today it would be getting dressed, he wasn’t too fond of the idea that his classmates would see his scars and ask questions, so he opted for the simple solution. Getting dressed in the toilet. He took one look at the uniform and he and wanted to cry, what was up with the wacky ass design, he already felt stupid enough by wareing an under shirt to cover his scars but this was too much, he could already hear Dazai laughing at him.

It was a simple task from what chuuya understood, it was just a middle school physical exam but they were allowed to use their quirks. Well it would be simple but Chuuya had never been to middle school so he had no clue what these tests were. “Bakugo, you scored second in the exam right? You try throw it with your quirk. Give it your all” the blond haired boy walked into the circle looking a little too proud of himself “ Ha! Die!” Weird catch phrase for throwing a ball, “537 meters, further than his middle school throw. Oh by the way the person who comes last place gets expelled.” And again with the unanimous “WHAT”

None of the tests were too hard, they were all pretty basic like a long jump, grip strength and a race, to be honest Chuuya thought it would be more complicated, he was in the top 3 for all of them. He was extremely strong without using his ability, so much so that everyone had assumed it was his quirk. He was had the record for the grip strength which was pretty embarrassing for the people with strength quirks and he beat pretty much everyone in his sprint. “ last up, a soft ball throw” , everyone was doing pretty well until the girl with the gravity quirk scored infinite.

Chuuya felt kind of bad copying her so he added his own touch, compared to the brunettes weaker throw he decided to add a little more speed and power to it. “ chuuya your up” he stepped in to the circle and threw, it looked as if it had broken the sound barrier, if aizawa didn’t know better he would have thought it was a bullet. The score popped up, as expected infinite. “ Wow dude that was so manly! You got to show me how to do that” Chuuya lowered his head slightly embarrassed “thanks.” He said walking back over to the class. “Midoriya you’re up next” that boy hadn’t used is quirk yet and it was obvious, when he did he self destructed, Chuuya literally had to save him from falling to his death at the entrence exam. The freckled boy stepped up sweating as if he had just ran a marathon.

MIDORYIA POV
He couldn’t get expelled! Not after everything allmight had done for him, he was in dead last place and they were down to the last test! Calm down he just needed to use his quirk that way he could move up a place. But Nakahara had gone before him, Izuku was under the assumption that he probably had a strength quirk or something of the sort, but how did he get infinite? Nows not the time, he needed to focus on his throw, he activated his quirk and threw, “46 meters” what did his quirk not activate?

AIZAWA POV
“Some one like you should have never been allowed to enrol at this school” Aizawa stated bluntly, and he was right he was too reckless with his quirk, in a real battle he would be out of commission in the first minute if he hissed his quirk. “ wait my quirk you- wait you’re erasure head! You can erase someone’s quirk just by looking at them!” Yeah, Aizawa already knew his own name and quirk no need to tell him. “ you don’t have control over your power. Planning on breaking you bones again, counting on someone else to save you useless body?” Midoriya had looked like a damsel in the enterance exam, and recovery girl was the knight in shining armour. “ no! That’s not-“ Aizawa pulled the boy closer with his scarf “no matter your intentions, you would be nothing more than a liability, with you power your not suited to be a hero.”

CHUUYA POV
It was a half lie, Chuuya knew this, Aizawa was was a smart guy. The kid could be a hero but he needed to sort out his quirk first, the boys biggest enemy in a fight would be himself if he didn’t sort it out. “ Hey bro I’ve been wondering what’s your quirk?” That guys name was Kirishima right? “ Me?” Chuuya asked, it would be really embarrassing if he answered the question if it wasn’t for him “yeah you, that throw was so manly, and you killed the rest of the test! So what is it, super strength?” Chuuya almost started laughing, they thought is quirk was super strength, well he’d take that as a compliment.

“No, its just gravity manipulation, kind of like Ururaka’s” he said floating a small rich into his hand as an example “Wow! That’s so Manley dude, so all of those scores were with natural strength!” Chuuya didn’t want to seem like a show-off, but he was practically set up! “Shut up stupid hair!” This would probably be the and only time he would be grateful to that Pomeranian. “Dont get angry because he did better than you” that was the fist time that he had heard that guy speak, Todoroki the son of the no.2 hero, he should keep and eye out “WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU ICEY HOT BASTARD”

AIZAWA POV
That problem child is too reckless, he was going to get nowhere if he kept breaking his bones like that. He was in dead last and Aizawa wouldn’t hesitate to expel him if he broke his arm, he gave the kid another chance for this exact reason. The Green haired boy stood in the circle again all he needed to do was sur press his strength, he got ready to throw the ball and at the last second focused his power to his fingers. “705 meters”

“ oh yeah, I wasn’t going to expel anyone”, was that not obvious? Apparently no since a huge “WHAT” escaped the classes mouth. Some time these people made chuuya feel smart, he wasn’t going to say anything tho, he would rather not seem full of himself.

CHUUYA POV
After the test the class had about 30 minutes to get to know each other, by the kindness of Aizawa who wanted a nap so the class decided to play a game, 2 truths and a lie. This was to get to know each other batter, a person would say 2 things that were true and 1 lie, the others would have to guess the lie. The game was going smoothly, to be honest chuuya could smell some of these lies from a mile away, there was physically no way the portable charger had ever scored over 50% in a test.

“Chuuya your turn!” Said the pink haired girl, should he lie for all of them or should he open up like Kōyō said? There shouldn’t be a problem as long as he doesn’t say too much, the truths were going to be much harder to think of that the lie, he couldn’t say too much. “Uh, I have I motorbike license, my eyes aren’t naturally this colour and I’m shorter than average because of me quirk”, that should be good enough, the second one was a lie. He had heterochromia, for the second one, he had passed the test for that back when he was in Yokohama so he could drive the bike that Ablatross gave him. And for the last one, as far fetched as it sounded, it was true, his ability was linked to gravity so whenever he used it he was changing the rate of his growth, it was also because of malnutrition in his younger years but they didn’t need to know that.

“It has to be 1 right” “no, it’s probably the last” “ what if it’s the second one” This was so funny, Chuuya almost burst out laughing, they couldn’t agree on which one it was I mean Chuuya was a great lying, his body language gave nothing away. Eventually they agreed that “It’s got to be the first, right” all of that for them to go and get it wrong “nope, its the second” if any of them had enough common sense to look at his eyes they would have got it right but it didn’t matter much to him “Hu, how aren’t you too young” he was. “I got it in another city” “oh makes sense”.

AIZAWA POV
Aizawa hadn’t actually gone for a nap, he just didn’t want to deal with them right now and they should probably try get to know each other. But there was one thing that stood out to him. Chuuya. It was unheard of for someone to score that high while not even using their quirk for most of the tests, it only made him more curious and conserved for the kid.

CHUUYA POV
Chuuya was on his way back from school, he decided to stop by at the junk yard to see if there was anything interesting, or more specifically a bike. When he had first started this mission he thought that the most difficult thing would be the lack of alcohol. So wrong. He had never missed speeding down the roads of Yokohama so much ever before, having a bike reminded him of Albatross, it made him feel more comfortable. It had been 2 hours of him rolling around in the scraps for him to find a bike, it looked like it needed some fixing but nothing too much, he could probably get it done in 20 mins. This was like a blessing from above, a red bike that went pretty fast and there was a helmet not too far from it, the way the metal ostentes in the sun set mead it seem heavenly he was going to have so much fun with this.

He has a license, he got it to make shire that he knew how to ride a bike without crashing it. The last thing he wanted to do was crash albatrosses bike.

He rode the bike back to the house, now how was he going to explain this, he didn’t really think this far. He stepped inside and went to grab his license from his room, right after he went to find aizawa, he couldn’t really go to Yamada, he didn’t have much of a say against Aizawa. He knocked on the door of the kitchen to get his attention “What is it kid?” Now how to explain “uhh” actions would speak louder than words, he threw the license the on the table so that it would land in front of aizawa.

AIZAWA POV
Aizawa looked at the license, how does he have this “how do you have this?” The ginger didn’t look nervous, more like the didn’t know how to explain “ I got it back in Yokohama, the law here says you can ride as long as you have a license” Aizawa looked at the kid and looked back at the license, it was legit “Why are you telling me this?” As long as he wasn’t breaking the law aizawa didn’t mind what he did “I don’t know, I thought I should let you know so you don’t think I’m freaking the law or anything.” Fair point, it would save him the trouble if he did see Chuuya on a bike, but even more importantly it seemed like the boy was opening up to him.

CHUUYA POV
He rode the Bike to school the next day and he found his will to live, he missed riding a bike so much, he felt like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. “CHUUYA NAKAHARA! What do you think you are doing!” He knew this would happen “ it’s legal to ride as long as you have a license, I have a license” he stated bluntly, just how many times was he going to have to explain this. “Oh then I apologise for my outburst” he knew this transformer kid was going to be a pain in his ass all year.

Allmight burst in to the classroom, wait wasn’t aizawa their teacher, it didn’t matter this was a great chance to observe his target up close. “I am here!” Oh that shitty catch phrase that this Damm school loves, that hero kept going on about some training, Chuuya picked up on all he needed to. They had to get into their hair costumes and meet him at battle city B

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CHUUYA POV
Everyone had changed into their hero costumes and god did they look STUPID, who told Midoriya to ware that, and who lied to him and told him it looked good. The others weren’t that bad, but they must have been designed by Esther pervs or idiots. For example Momo, she was better off having her back exposed rather than her chest, it was a larger surface area and reduced the chance of her flashing people. And dont get him started in the invisible girl, Chuuya had just entered this society about 6 weeks ago and even he knew some hero outfits could be made of a persons hair to prevent them from losing their cloths, and the general fact that they were called costumes just made the situation ten times worse.

Chuuya also had to pick a hero out fit, he didn’t really need any special equipment to help with his ability so he just went for the out fit he wore at the port mafia, it consisted of a pair of black dress trousers, a long black jacket, a grey dress vest, a white shirt and a chest strap, he obviously had his signature hat gloves and choker. He only has one request while filling out the form and it was to make the clothes durable, there had been many occasions that Chuuyas sleeves got destroyed when he activated his ability and he’d rather that didn’t happen.

To be honest chuuya request almost got denied because it ‘looked too villain like’ but that wasn’t enough a reason so he got his way. To be honest he looked pretty good, it was a perfect fit and as a bonus it was comfortable. “Wow chuuya bro, you looks so cool!” Said the, The shirtless guy?! “thanks, you look so uhh manly in yours”, lipman would be so disappointed of his acting skills, at least the kid seems to buy it.

Allmight had begun to explain the training, from what chuuya under stood it was hero vs villains, the villains had a Bonn and the heros need to either deactivate the bomb or capture both of the villains. It sounded simple enough, he was placed in a group with Midoriya, they were both going to be in the hero side of the split. “And the first groups to fight are these guys! To pass the test the heros have to either capture both of the villains or deactivate the bomb, for the villains you have to survive the 15 minutes! ” He said while holding up hero team A and villain team B up, so that ment himself and Midoriya vs transformer and the Pomeranian.

It’s whole fight was going to be a pain in his ass, Midoriya and bakugo clearly had some unspoken beef between them, it was obvious, they didn’t even try hiding it. In fact it was so obvious that Midoriya had predicted that bakugo would come to fight him one on one, they would use that to their advantage. While Midoriya held off Bakugo, Chuuya would go to fight Iida and deactivate the bomb, lucky for them Chuuya had memorised the floor plan.

Just as expected Bakugo headed straight for Midoriya, not even batting an eye at Chuuya “die you damn nerd!”, a bit violent for a hero student, even if they were pretending to be a villain. Anyway now that Bakugo and Midoriya are going at it, it was time for in to go to the stuck-up transformer.

Chuuya has found him relatively quickly and he was greeted with.. An empty room? “Ha, hero! I know your quirk, I have removed all of the items in the room, you have nothing to use one me now! HAHAHA!” This guy looked stupid. If someone had told Chuuya that this guy was a circus clown hired by UA he might just believe them,why did he think that hiding the items in the room would cause Chuuya problems. chuuya had decided that he didn’t feel like embarrassing himself today so he would just have to beat the transformer before he was forced to play hero.

Chuuya already knew how this fight was going to play out, Chuuya was going to run up to Iida, dodge a kick from the transformer by jumping up with his ability then a powerful kick to the back of Iidas neck would knock him out, simple.

Run, jump and kick, Iida was now laying on the ground unconscious, his moves were all fluid and well trained, Chuuya crouched down next to his body and placed the capture tape on him. Next, helping Midoriya, they had plenty of time until the timer went off and even if Chuuya did secure the bomb there’d was no doubt that Midoriya and bakugo would keep fighting.

“Midoriya, what’s your location?” “South side of the third floor, why?” Chuuya wasn’t going to respond, Midoriya wouldn’t want him to interfere. Chuuya was on the fifth floor, he was running over to the south side right now, the quickest way was to just break through the floor, so that’s what he was going to do. He activated his ability and the floor crumbled beneath him, as if by fate he had landed directly between their fight. Midoriya s recklessness mixed with Bakugos violence was never a good combo, Bakugo was literally about to try blow the kid up, he had his gauntlet aimed right at the kid.

Chuuya had to think fast, anger issues had already pulled the pin to the gauntlet. Chuuya dashed forward and tackled the blond to the ground, he held the boys right arm so that it pointed to the sky. BOOM! Chuuya had Benn caught in the blast but not much, his arm probably had a couple of third and second degree burns but the casualties had been largely decreased. “Midoriya, give me the capture tape” he said while holding Bakugo down, he was now being pinned face down with his hands behind his back.

Allmight was stupid, the second that bakugo tried to pull the pin he should har sopped the fight, if Chuuya didn’t go back down to Midoriya, there could have been some serious injuries (his thoughts clearly excluding his own injuries).

He was now in recovery girls office, his burns were all pretty bad and they hurt like shit. He was there to get his burns healed, well he was but her quirk had little effect in his wounds, it acted like more of a painkiller than a cure. Still chuuya was extremely grateful, his burns were no longer throbbing and they were painless enough for him to ignore.

He made his way back to class, he wasn’t too exited about it but he knew better than anyone that he was in desperate need for the lessons, he entered the classroom and “Chuuya bro that fight was so manly!” “Thank you for saving me, I’ve never seen anyone beat kacchan before!” “You’ve got to show me how to do that tackle”

Chuuya had been conversation trapped ever since he had stepped into the room, in all honesty he didn’t mind but he wasn’t a big fan of being the centre of attention and he could feel a certain pair of red eyes glaring daggers at him. School is more tiring than he thought.

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CHUUYA POV
It was a wonderful morning, the wind was perfect, the sun wasn’t blinding, he had a good night sleep and even this hideous uniform was only looking ugly today. Perhaps for the first time in months he would have a good day.

“You need to pick a class rep. I’m going to sleep.”

No, please, today was ment to be a good day, perhaps this was all a bad dream and chuuya was still in Yokohama and he had just fallen asleep while drinking wine and watching the boy and the puppy, that had to be it! There was no chance on earth that mori would sent him on this stupid mission right?

“Midoriya you have the most votes momo and chuuya you will have to pick who will be the vice.” Nope chuuya was Not about to let this happen to him.

“ I want to withdraw” chuuya stated but in his mind it was more of a plea, “ I voted for momo and I honestly think that she is better suited than me” and because she actually wants the role.

Momo looked at Chuuya as if he were a saviour sent from above to give her the the chore of being the vice rep, I guess you could say he kinda did d that but it was for his own sanity, he would probably go crazy if he had to deal with more shit.

“ I truly appreciate your trust in me, nakahara” she literally had stars in her eyes as she said that “ call me chuuya”

It was time to gat back to lessons and Chuuya was completely and utterly confused, never before in his life had he hear of half of the stuff they were taking about, like give him a break he learned to read like a month ago. Give or take he was pretty good at English I mean he was pretty much fluent but some moron must have decided the spelling because it was stupid.

Not to mention he had to learn this hero curriculum too, there was shit like the history of hero’s, who needed to know that it’s not like he was going to go time traveling any time soon.

The only easy bit was quirk and physical training, well for him at least all he had to do was pretend to be tired after using his ‘quirk’ too much, and he was already physically strong so press-ups weren’t going to do much for him.

Finally time for lunch, the only good part of the day, and the best part about it was the food am was good and free, which was apparently pretty uncommon for schools. The food was good but some days Chuuya just didn’t feel like eating, today was one of those days.

Lunch would be over soon and Chuuya wound have to go back to sitting in the back corner of the class and not understanding shit, he kinda wished he didn’t have to.

As if by fate BEEP BEEP BEEP, the evacuation alarm? Chuuya looked out of the window, oh it was just the press, wait no the press was out side this morning, if they wanted to get in they would have done so sooner, but it didn’t look like there was any ‘villains’. It had to be a threat, they were probably trying to say something like ‘ you’re not safe’ or ‘we can break in no problem’. But why did it sound like a stampede, did the students that attended the best school in the country not have enough common sense to loom out a window?!

After almost getting crushed to death Chuuya finally made it to class, “alright, midoriya give a speech or something” what a lazy bastard, to be honest if Chuuya was a teacher he would put in minimal effort too. “I think Iida should be the class rep, he handled the situation much better than I did and managed to calm everyone down” was this going to turn into a game of pass the pastel with the title of class rep because Chuuya hoped not.

“Thank you Midoriya, I must show my gratitude for your kindness, I will do my absolutely best to fulfill my duties as class rep!” That was one stupid ass speech. “ everyone sit down class is starting”

It was the next day and Chuuya had a weird feeling, he felt like something bad was going to happen today, there was no way that the ‘villains’ made a threat yesterday and wouldn’t act upon it. When the port mafia made threats they mean it and acted upon it, empty threats were in heard of, there was no way those’ Villans’ wouldn’t take action.

“Class we are going to do natural disaster training today and to do that we need to go to USJ, get into your hero costumes then we are leaving” well that just increased Chuuya suspicions tenfold.

They had all gotten dressed and were now entering the bus, he couldn’t tell anyone about his suspicions, if he was right he may be accused of being with the villains and if he was wrong he would look like a clown. But if there are Villains, Chuuya did hope that they were at least strong enough to challenge him a little, he might actually be able to let loose a little.

Too bad almight wasn’t coming on the trip, it would have been a good chance to see him fight in person if the Villains did come, speaking if Which it was strange he suddenly canceled. Chuuya new that allmight had captured some villains in the morning but it wasn’t enough for him to cancel.

The world outside Yokohama had very black and white views, if you had to steal because you couldn’t afford food you were a villain, if you got caught using your quirk in public you were a villain. It was all strange for chuuya, Yokohama had an unusually heigh crime rate but everyone could live peacefully, the Yokohama equivalent of hero’s would probably be having the police be payed for how popular they were, and to do that they had to arrest as many people as possible. There had been cases where hero’s were praised for stopping parents from stealing food for their starving children, all of it seemed so wrong. Hero’s were praised only for the villains they beat not the people they help.

And this school, they had plenty of money, in fact too much. They had enough money to build multiple cities for kids to play hero in yet there were plenty of people in need of a home after heros had been destroyed in fights. It’s not like Chuuya actually cared but for the school but it really didn’t mind splashing the cash on reckless children.

Chuuya was clearly lost in his own thoughts, and rightfully so. The port mafia was definitely morally gray but they probably did more for Yokohama than hero’s ever could, they had a system that worked and they wouldn’t let some stuck up hero’s need it up.

“Hey, Chuuya are you good bro” he had probably gotten a little too distracted “yeah, I’m fine”

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CHUUYA POV
Apparently this place he was going to was called USJ, according to his classmates this was oddly similar to something called ‘universal studios Japan’ to be honestly Chuuya had never heard of it but apparently the USJ they were going to was ment to teach them save people in natural desastres. That one was a hero job that Chuuya could get around.

MIDORIYA POV
“Hey midoriya, you and allmight have similar quirks” uh oh Tsyu didn’t find out right, that wouldn’t be good! “ I guess it’s natural, I mean we both have power type quirks ehe” he couldn’t let a secret like this slip, if he did it could be the end of the symbol of peace!

“And so do Ururaka and chuuya” phew at least the attention would be off of him for the time being.

CHUUYA POV
Well yeah their ‘quirks’ were similar but there were some painfully obvious differences, such as he actually controlled gravity, she could only cancel the gravity on things she touched so her quirk was pretty much making things weightless in turn making things float.

“ There pretty different if you ask me.” This would be one of the very few times that he would ever agree with that hero obsessed kid, “oh how so”, it was a genuine question from kaminari.

“Well to put it simply Ururaka can make anything she touches weightless including herself but chuuya controls the gravity around him, for example when he broke that ceiling during the bomb training” gee was this kid observant “wow! Spot on deku!” That was one shitty nickname , Chuuya key thinking it was someone in his class that he didn’t know. “ you got it about right for me “ in other words that was chuuya saying ‘you know enough so stop hyper analysing me’

“Ugh I’m so boreed” all chuuya wanted was a nap but noo they had to play another game to get to know each other, they were playing truth or dare but with just truths instead, they were too scared to piss of eyebags with any stupid dares. Luckily chuuya had managed to escape truth-free.

Once that has arrived they were greeted by pro hero thirteen, they specialised in rescue missions, so someone who accatually knew what they were doing. Aizawa and thirteen has a little teachers convocation before they got into the details of the training, from what Chuuya could tell it was about allmight but the important bit was in some kind of hand code.

“As you may know I am the pro hero thirteen, as you can see the area is split up into multiple sections. Each are in accordance it a natural disaster, today you will be outing your training to use and- “ a large purple portal looking thing opened up behind the hero, about 100 ish people walked out.

“Woah, that looks pretty real!” That’s because it is dumb ass, just one peek at the look on Aizawas face told him that. “Thirteen take the kids to the entrance, I’ll hold the villains off.” That told the students all they needed to know.

Aizawa had immediately jumped into action, it was impressive, he was skilled with that scarf of his and he wasn’t to bad at hand on hand combat either, if only that shitty daizai could do something like this, it would save so much time on missions.

Chuuya was be acting wether or not he should go down and help aizawa or not, he felt a hand grab his arm and drag him away. “Don’t, leave it to the pros” of corse it was the transformer. ”Yeah bro, you should be the last one fighting with your arm” ok, so they were going to gang up in him.

The whole class began running to the exit, it was quite stupid considering there was a villain who had a warping quirk, but it was the best they could do.

As if Chuuyas thoughts had just jinxed it, a purple warp gate opened beneath most of the class and gone.

Chuuya had been part of the the group that had been separated, and by the looks of it he was alone, he had been warped into the fire area, which was a huge pain in his ass and arm. The heat was only irritating his burns and gosh were they painful but he would never show it.

How did that crusty bastard mange to get so many lackeys, he was childish and selfish, perhaps there was someone higher than him? Not the time, there were about 30 grown ass men trying to jump him, did they not have anything better to do?

They were all weak as fuck, there no point in strength in numbers if there was no strength to begin with.

What Chuuya did was simple, just knock them out using some of the rubble, then use the warning tape to tie them together. Since all of them were were lacking in both the strength and common sense this task took about 5 minutes, his only struggle was finding enough tape.

IIDA POV
The class had been separated there was only himself, thirteen and about 7 of his class mates. All the connections had been cut and the security had been deactivated, the situation was no looking good.

“Iida! We need you to go and get help! You would be fastest!” What he couldn’t go! He was the class rep he should be the last one to leave, running now would be the same as abandoning his classmates.

“No! I shouldn’t be the one to go, running now would be abandoning my classmates! I can’t do that as the class rep”

“It has to be you, it’s you’re responsibility as class rep to keep your classmates safe! This is the safest and quickest way to do so!” As much as Iida wanted to stay to the end, he knew this was going to happen. “ Open up a path for Iida!”

The rest of the class that had not been separated had began to clear a path for Iida, including 13, they were holding off the warp villain, the biggest problem.

Thirteen was using their quirk to keep the warp villain at bay, but that happen to backfire significantly. They had been caught up in their own quirk and severely injured, there was no turning back now Iida had to do this now or never.

CHUUYA POV
Eyebags was still fighting the lackeys, he had taken out most of them but of the hundred there were about 40 left, impressive for a non-combative quirk.

Chuuya was debating wether or not to go over and help, it could make him stand out a little too much but there was a big negative to that plan. A sad mic. That would be a pain in the ass to deal with.

Chuuya had gone over to help eyebags, to not stand out too much he was going to use close range attacks, it would make the process slower but would save him some trouble in the future.

AIZAWA POV
“Kid what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” This was far too reckless he was fighting so the kids could get away, so what did the kid come from the fire zone? They had probably got separated by the warp villain. “Shut up! I don’t want to deal with a depressed mic!” That was accatually a good point, maybe he would let the kid fight, but that arm of his may be a problem.

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CHUUYA POV
This fight shouldn’t be too difficult but his arm may prove to be a problem, it was all fine until that stupid villain decided to shove him in the fire place. It wasn’t like he was going to lose his arm or anything it was just irritating, he didn’t want to show any weakness.

Chuuya activated his ability and a red aura surrounded him, it would help with his mobility and any projectiles. He placed his hands in his pockets, his fighting looked a bit like a dance, one kick and they would be out. He swiftly moved from one opponent to another occasionally using his ability to immobilise the enemy.

Those’d guys were just was weak as the other lackeys, from what chuuya could feel there were three people that could be problematic. The crusty guy, the warp guy and the bird thing with its brain out, that thing gave chuuya a sense of unease, it was quite unsettling.

AIZAWA POV
With the help of chuuya the number of lackeys that had to be delist with was drastically decreasing, his moves were swift and calculated, he clearly had some level of battle experience.

The kids arm was working him though, recovery girls quirk was hardly working to fix it, it did get rid of the 1st degree burns but the 3rd and 2nd degree burns remained, it did lessen the pain but there was a limit to that too. And the fact that the kid had just come from the fire area was not helping with his concerns, the heat from that place could be felt even 100 meters away. Those burns probably hurts a fucking tonne.

CHUUYA POV
These burns hurt a fucking tonne. Nope no they didn’t push through the pain, he would just have to ship up and deal with it. Most of the lackeys had knelt over already, just the stronger villains were left now, he could see weaknesses on both the crusty guy and the warp guy but the he could only guess for the brain guy. Well the painfully obvious brain sticking out of his head but that was too simple.

AIZAWA POV
The lackeys were pretty much delt with, it was only the tougher looking guys left, the warp villain had himself occupied somewhere else. But the crusty guy and bird brain was going to be a problem and his eyes were getting dry.

The crusty guy was going to have to be the first target, after all the crusty guy had come to him, he seemed physically weaker than the bird brain guy, but quirks were still unknown.

He had avoided Aizawas scarf and managed to grab his left elbow, Aizawas eyes were too dry to activate his quirk. Aizawa threw a punch with his left hand and jumped back, his elbow was crumbling, it must be some sort of decay quirk.

A shadow was cast over his body, there was only one thing with that type of shadow here “ this is the anti symbol oso peace, the bio engineerd Nomu!” In the time of this introduction the Nomu had slammed him face first on the ground, this was not looking good.

CHIUYA POV
Aizawa had been pinned down by bird brains and had his head turned inside out and crusty was saying he wanted to leave, wait no he wanted to crush the some of allmights pride as the symbol of peace.

The crusty guy had begun to charge at Chuuya, hand out as if to grab him, oh yeah his quirk made people crusty, or something like that but he was in the way, Chuuya was kinda getting board , none of these people knew how to fight, they only knew how to use their quirks and at a basic level at that.

As crusty was about to grab Chuuya he jumped up and was about to land a kick to the back of his head but something stopped him, bird brains. In all fairness bird brains was strong, Chuuya could beat it though, it would take some time but still possible. Just as Chuuya was about to continue fighting, he was interrupted by some idiot shouting at the top of the stairs.

“It’s fine now. I am here!” Oh it ass that idiot and his stupid catchphrase, in all fairness I’d did scare all of the left over lackeys. In an instance he was down at the bottom of the stairs and by Aizawas body “Chuuya, I’m going to trust aizawa to you!”

Chuuya used his ability on aizawa, this would be a good chance to evaluate the fighting ability of the symbol of peace.

At first allmight’s attacks had no effect on bird brains, infact that looked al little weaker than expected. As the fight developed he did manage to eventually end up getting help from Midoriya,Bakugo,Todoroki and kirishima.

They weren’t to much help in the fighting part but Todoroki was definitely useful when it came to defence. It was still a fair fight, the warp guy was helping bird brains as well.

Eventually bird brains was over powers by all of the attacks and was sent flying. For some reason Allmight had decided that convincing the crusty guy for a truce was the best option, obviously not. The crusty guy wasn’t going to deal with his shy and tried to grab allmight how for some reason as standing dead still like he had just shit himself or something. Midoriya had decided that allmight was in trouble, which he probably was, so he decided that he had to punch the crusty guy.

But before the punch could land, BANG, a gunshot had hit crusty, it was one of the teachers at UA. “ sorry about being late, I have gathered all of the available teachers” took their sweet time, but the villains began to back away, they were probably going to warp.

BANG BANG BANG, seven rounds of fire had hit crusty, all of which were in non lethal areas, he had collapsed to the floor and was immediately covered by the warp guys quirk and made a speedy escape leaving all of the lackeys behind.

Thirteen had made a valid attempt at stoping the villains considering there state, but it was to no avail. They had tried to use their quirks to suck up the verso gate but it was useless

Chuuya was nearing the entrance where all of the teachers were, he was Not exited to face mic, especially while carrying an Aizawa that looked like he had his head smashed in to the ground, oh wait he did.

One step at a time, it’s not like he was going to freak out or anything right, Aizawa was a hero, he’d surly been injured on missions before right. Deep breath- it became a sigh, you know what he’d just hand off Aizawa to a different hero, then that can deal with mic.

YAMADA POV
All the free teachers at UA has been emergency summoned, they had to get to USJ asap, wait was that not where Aizawa went with his class? HIS DEAR AIZAWA?! THE LOVE IF HIS LIFE?!

He was going to race to USJ, he couldn’t allow his dear aizawa to be in danger! Or Chuuya for a matter of fact, but Aizawa would do something stupid to protect his class, Chuuya would at least be able to think of himself.

The teachers had arrived a bit after allmight, Iida had ran into him before he could get back to UA, but there was no Aizawa in sight or chuuya at that, perhaps they were completely fine and just taking their time getting to the exit right?

CHUUYA POV
Loud mouth looked like he was lost in his own thought, he was far too quiet, perhaps Iida had told the hero’s of what Aizawa did. That wouldn’t be good.

Chuuya approached the hero’s cautiously, perhaps he should fake a limp or something or ‘pretend’ that his arm hurt, it would seem less suspicious.

Chuuya decided the arm on e would be less suspicious, he grabbed his burnt arm and began to ‘pretend’ it was in pain. He continued his approach until a yamada with overly sensitive hearing whipped his head around. Oh well, mori better pay chuuya well for this.

YAMADA POV
He had heard some footsteps approaching, one pair. He whipped his head around and saw a disappointed looking chiuya and an injured Aizawa?!

He ran over and gently grabbed aizawa, how did he get this hurt. He turned to chuuya and as if chuuya had read his mind said “ he went to fight like a hundred of them alone like an idiot then got his head smashed in by bird brains.”

The kid looked like he was reluctant to say too munch, “And you? Your burns look worse” his face scrunched “that warp villain, when he separated us he probably saw the burns on my hand and decided to send me to the fire place.”

Chuuya was in his hero costume, the burns on his arm couldn’t be seen, they were covered in bandages, but there were obvious burns on his hands, so his point made sense.

CHYYUA POV
After mic had questioned him, he had began to make a fuss over his darling Aizawa, he didn’t say darling but his thoughts were too loud.

The pro hero’s had began to gather the students and they had left the building, there were a few questions from the police but nothing too much. They were all taken to recovery girl for a checkup, only Midoriya was injured. His bones must be made of glass or something.

He was also sent to see recovery girl but again her quirk did pretty much nothing, she had scolded him for his burns then applied and ointment to his arm, probably for burns.

There was one thing that had confused Chuuya. Allmight. He was much weaker than chuuya had expected, bird brains should have been done after a couple of punches. Even chuuya could have delt with it sooner.

Someone or something had definitely weakened him.

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AIZAWA POV
The day after the attack a meeting had been called, it was about the safety of the students.

The LOV had managed to bypass all of the security at USJ, it was also suspected that they were behind the alarm going off a couple of days prior. They were going to have to be extra cautious going forward.

They were meeting was going as expected, it was natural to be more cautious after a villain attack. “Aizawa, Mic if you don’t mind could you stay behind, it won’t take too long.” This was probably about Chuuya “sure”

“The hero’s are going to plan another rescue operation for Yokohama. It is planned for about 8 months time or later. They are taking it more seriously this time after Chuuya left the border, I think you know what I’m getting at. I want to get answers from chuuya somehow, whether from you or a therapist, I think the latter would do him some good.”

To be honest Aizawa agreed, the kid had experienced a lot for a now now 16 year old, those scars were no joke and his reaction to needles was concerning to say the least.
“I’ll take him to the schools therapist.”

CHUUYA POV
He was sitting at the back of the class in his seat, he was exhausted, loud mouth wouldn’t shut up. He could still hear his crying, for a grown man, it was shocking that he was scared of the monsters under his bed. Chuuya had to come in and look under the bed for him so he would shut the fuck up.

“Hey how are you feeling Chuuya bro, I heard you got sent to the fire area.” It was kirishima and kaminari, they were both pretty normal and easy to get along with. They were part of the few people that didn’t really piss Chuuyas off. For example Midoriya talked too much, that blonde just pissed him off and the transformer acted like he had more than just a stick up his ass.

“I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep” that was the easiest thing to say. He couldn’t just out one of the ‘coolest’ teachers for being scarred of the monsters under his bed.

“Sit down class, as you know the sports festival is round the corner” no, Chuuya did not know and it showed on his face, but oh well it couldn’t be that important. Aizawa had glanced over the whole class, his eyes landing on Chuuya. “and for those of you who dont” he looked chuuya dead in the eyes, not in a telling-off way but in a you might actually want to pay attention way. “It’s something that happens every year, it allows agency’s to check out a students capability’s. You may get internship offers. It could also be used as a way for student in other courses to transfer to the hero course so you have to do well or other wise you might get kicked out”

“Wow dude, what’s aizawa doing here. Is he not ment to be In hospital?” He definitely was ment to be in hospital. “Chuuya speak to me after class.” That could only be something bad.

“I’m so exited! I’ve only ever seen the sports festival on TV” excuse me. TV? What was a school sports festival doing on TV? That was just begging them to a expose their quirks to people with bad intentions. Chuuya never understood ‘heros’.

Class had ended, Chuuya was waiting behind to talk to Aizawa. There was some sort of commotion outside the class, just as someone had opened to door a crowd of voices flooded the classroom.

They were the students in other courses, they had probably come to taunt the hero students. Blondie was making a fuss again “You just sound like an ass. Is everyone in the hero corse delusional or just you?” He recognised that voice! That was Shinsou, Chuuya let out a small snicker as he locked eyes with Shinsou.

The look on his face was almost congratulating Shinsou for humbling that Pomeranian. “This is the chance for people with non combat quirks to get into the hero course, I’m not waistIng that opportunity.”

That blondie could only respond by saying something about beating all of them, then stormed off like a kid having a temper tantrum. Soon after the rest of the class left except for chuuya and aizawa. Shinsou had entered the classroom soon after the rest of class 1A had left, the second he did both him and Chuuya burst out into a fit of laughter.

“Shinsou dont go provoking people like that” Aizawa scolded in an amused tone, he clearly wanted to see it happen again. “Sorry, I just saw a bunch of people outside that class and thought I’d join in. Who knew that I was actually going to piss him off” he said while laughing.

“Anyway I was going to ask Chuuya to join me at lunch.” It was something that did once a weekish, just to bond a little. “Sure, I’ll be out soon, I think” he looked to aizawa for a mor accurate answer. “Just 5 minutes”

Shinso had left the room giving Aizawa and Chuuya a bit of privacy. “So what is it?” Chuuya questioned, could it be about how he had helped Aizawa in The USJ attack?

Probably not, then the others that had helped allmight would be there too.

“Nezu recommended you go to the school’s therapist” Aizawa seemed to pause for a second, he looked a little conflicted.

AIZAWA POV
He was allowed to tell chuuya of the mission related to Yokohama, but whether to actually tell him or not was a different story.

The right thing to do is to tell him, Yokohama is in need of help. Chuuya should know this better than anyone, he would be more open to give information on Yokohama if he knew their intentions.

“We are planning a rescue mission for Yokohama in about 8 months time, we need as much info as we can get. I know it might be hard for you to open up to me or mic so we were hoping you could speak to the therapist. They would have to swear secrecy to everything except for your information on Yokohama.”

He would understand if Chuuya were to be uncomfortable with the chance of the therapist being there to gather all of his secrets just to spill them all to himself and mic. Of course that was not his intention.

CHUUYA POV
An ‘rescue’ mission for Yokohama set for 8 months time. Perfect. By that time he would have completed his mission, the outside world would have been set into chaos and they would have to focus on ‘rescuing’ themselves first. And if they were stupid enough to try ‘rescue’ Yokohama he would go there himself to give them a welcome gift.

“I’ll think about it” in other words he going to tell the port mafia, and they will think about it. He got up and walked over to the door, he was greeted by Shinsou wot happened to be blasting music on his headphones. he appreciated that Shinsou wasn’t one to stick his nose in others business.

If Chuuya was being realistic he would need a therapist for each one of his traumas. If he told a therapist that he was experimented on, had his friends manipulated into betraying and stabbing him, had all of his friends killed by some crazy person who called himself his brother and he had been tortured, they would probably also need therapy.

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CHUUYA POV
The sports festival training had begun, despite its name it was regular training. It had just included more random shit that was irrelevant to becoming a hero, not that it was out of the ordinary.

The sports festival was the next day, all of the events were kept under wraps but some of the training gave it away. They were to have a race with obstacles and they were allowed to use their quirks, and Aizawa was staring daggers at Allmight the whole time.

Despite how important the sports festival was ment to be how UA students, Chuuyas had no intention of placing first. It would only drag unwanted attention and extra eyes, all of which would be a hassle for his mission. But if he place too low it would gather unwanted from the teachers. Besides what business did students have exposing all of their abilities on TV?

The next morning was as any other morning, only a few changes, Shinsou looking motivated and Aizawa looking more demotivated. Mic looked like he was ready to terrorise a croud of innocent people and expose one too many secrets with his commentary.

This was going to be Hell. As popular as the olympics? No students needed that much attention in them. Let alone one in a mission to send the world into chaos.

AIZAWA POV
If he wanted to disappear for one day of the year, it would be today. As exiting as today was ment to be, it was the perfect opportunity for a student to ruin their life and earn a stupid nickname. He had whitenesses it too many times.

And that wasn’t even the worst bit, there had been many times where he had doubted that some of the heros watching had any training. They had called many of the events easy, he felt like he was talking to children when he had to explain the challenges.

He was going to be doing the commentary with mic. That would be the only good bit, as annoying as mic could be, he still loved him.

Aizawa had just briefed his class of how the day would go before travelling to the commentary booth with mic.

The venue held countless heros and sponsors, the chances of a villain attacking was very low but the chances of them watching in TV was extremely high.

He never understood this school, there had just been a villain attack and they wee going to broadcast the students all over the world.

CHUUYA POV
The whole class was in the waiting room, they were all getting yelled at by mr class rep. Something along the lines of “get your act together or you could get kicked out of the hero corse” no one could give a flying fuck.

He was casually talking with kirishima and kaminari, out of nowhere the whole class went silent. Except for two people Midoriya and Todoroki. Chuuya had had his concerns about Todoroki, he was the son of the no.2 hero, but after a little investigation he had come to the realisation they there were many family related controversies surrounding the so called hero. A missing son couldn’t be completely covered up with all the media surrounding him. He was also suspicious of Todoroki’s scar, yes it was about scar but not the type he would get from his quirk. It looked more like a water or oil burn, more the first.

Todoroki had, to put it simply, told Midoriya that he was stronger than him, which was true but also that he knew that Allmight was supporting Midoriya. That was new, he had noticed that Allmight had been more chummy with him but he had put it up to them having similar quirks and Midoriya being a die hard fan boy.

Kirishima had gotten up to break the tension between them, “hey guys, we don’t need any decorations of war, ha..” Todoroki, probably realising the tension he had created began to back off. “No he’s right” blah blah blah, he had gone on a rant about how Todoroki was better than all of them and how they needed to pattern up (work hard) sothey don’t get kicked out of the hero corse. All of that bullshit that he didn’t care about.

The speaker in the corner had interrupted the Green haired kid, Mic’s voice had echoed through the room. The speaker cracked to life “This year there will bring some of the best performances in sports festival history!”

“Now for the class that had been all the rage this year! Class 1A!” That was their que, right as that stepped out the whole crowd erupted in to cheers. Never in his life would he imagen that people would get exited over a school sports festival.

All of the first year classes entered the center of the arena after being announced, “And now for the first year representative, the one who scored second in the entrence exam, Katsuki Bakugo!” Why the one who scored second you may ask - because chuuya didn’t want to attract attention, he was previously asked by aizawa to take the role, he swiftly declined.

Hands in pockets, Bakugo walked up to the microphone “Just wanna say, I’m gonna win.” Immediately the students began to boo, “Why would you be so disrespectful! You’re representing us all!”

The first round was an obstacle course race, who could have guessed.

The first obstacle was a thin tunnel, normally wouldn’t be a problem but these idiots were just shoving each other. The easy option was to use his ability and just fly over them - so he did.

Upon exiting the tunnel he was treated with the big robots at the entrance exam, could they not be a little more creative? The best thing to do was to just go around and leave them to the other students but some people had other plans, for example Todoroki who has turned it into an ice-mountain. Not that it would be a problem, is chuuya was going to really try he would be nearing the end by now.

He used his ability to fly over it, behind were more. He sped past all of them giving the ones in his way a light kick. Behind were the smaller robots from the entrance exam, again where’s the creativity?

Of corse Chuuya had the option to fly over all of them but that would attract attention, curious eyes would wonder over to him and ask does his quirk not have any repercussions? Chuuya landed himself on the ground, the was about 7 th place, if he placed too low the teachers would begin to have suspicions- he did place first at the entrence exam after all.

He dashed forward, only attacking the robots that were in his way. After about 800 ish meters was a ditch, it looked like a void in the ground. There were ropes for bridges but that looked like a complete pain to do.

Using his ability the whole time would look a little suspicious, the best way around that was to use his ability to Jump from platform to platform and pretend to have a headache after. So he did just that, he took a leap and as he was in the air he lessened the gravity on himself, he could make the jump normally but again - unwanted attention and suspicions.

He was in a steady 5 th place, he had crossed the void fairly quickly - it shouldn’t gat him too much attention considering his ‘quirk’ was perfect for it.

There was an area of regular land be for an extensively long mine field, it was obvious where the mines were but there were a tonne of them. Chuuya decided to use the same technique he did with the last area, he took a long jumps and land in a mine-free area.

Bothe Bakugo and Todoroki were speeding well ahead of the rest of the group, Chuuya was now in third place, his goal was to end in about 4th - no one really cared about anyone but the top three.

The end of the race was becoming more visible and Chuuya was still in third place, he was going to slow down until, BOOM!- it was far too loud to be a singer mine. Chuuya looked back only to see Midoriya flying through the air holding some kind of metal, he had probably used it to set off a tonne of mines at once. At least it saved Chuuya the trouble of suspiciously dropping back.

Chuuya had ended in forth place, perfect. The next game was a horse and carriage game, make teams of 4 protect your own points while stealing the other points. The points were based on where you finished in the race, Chuuyas already knew who he was about to team with, he slowly shuffled closer to the person - he already knew he was going to be bombarded with people who wanted to be apart of his team.

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CHUUYA POV
As soon as they were allowed to form teams Chuuya rushed over to his target with a crowd of people following.

“Be with me.” This would be the easiest option, teaming with Shinsou. They already knew each-other, the only rules were that the person on top couldn’t touch the ground.

He already had a plan, the goal was to make Shinsou stand out the most. Chuuya was going to be at the front, Shinsou in top and some other two ether side.

Towards the end Chuuya would use his ‘quirk’ on Shinsou to make him float then he could ether snatch some head bands or ask nicely with his quirk.

SHINSOU POV
“Be with me.” That was sudden, Chuuya could have teamed with anyone he wanted, why him? But the answer was obvious “sure”

Chuuya had already come up with a plan, a pretty good one considering they were told about the game 5 mins ago.

The plan was that at the end Shinsou to be the one to get the headbands, the plan was designed to make Shinsou stand out. When he had asked Chuuya, he responded with “Using my quirk on myself is more draining, besides your quirk would reduce the fighting.”

While the very last bit was true they both knew with Chuuyas quirk controle snatching a couple of head bands would be child’s play.

CHUUYA POV
There was also another reason for Chuuya wanting Shinsou in the hero corse, it had nothing to do with his mission but more of a certain dislike for a grape headed perv.

The next two members of their team could have been anyone, it only ended up being Ojiro and Aoyama was because they were looking for a team.

He had explained their plan to Ojiro and Aoyama, they had both agreed to go along with it after all in the first half they would have plenty of time to shine, and having Shinsou gather as many points as possible towards the end would improve their chances of moving on to the final round.

All of the teams were in their positions, BOOM! The gunshot to signal the start of the game. Most of the teams had set their sights on the 10 million points, it looked a bit like a stampede with all of the groups heading to the big target.

SHINSOU POV
He had noticed something earlier, there was a handsome blond kid from the hero corse - though that was not what had attracted his attention. He was annoying the explosion boy from class 1A, Shinsous quirk was one that pretty much required him to piss people off to get a response. If someone knew what his quirk was, it was pretty much the only way.

In a way it was a little inspiring how easily he managed to get a response from the blond, perhaps he should ask for some tips, or would that be rude?

Maybe he should just try to hang around him a little more and his ability to annoy people would rub off on him. BOOM!

The gunshot had snapped him out of his little day dream, oh yeah, the sports festival.

CHUUYA POV
BOOM!, that was the sign to begin. Most groups had decided to go for the 10 million points right off the bat, Chuuya had no intention of taking that many points.

Their team had opted to target the teams who already knew the 10 million points were out of their league, though those teams had lower points it was enough for them to climb their way up to 4th place.

All of a sudden a low mumble grew from the croud, they were debating amongst themselves whether or not Bakugo was breaking the rules by flying with his quirk. It was eather they were slow or they didn’t listen to the rules, ‘the person on top can’t touch the ground’. Nothing about the air.

Midnight picked up her mic “The rules only stated that he couldn’t touch the ground, flying is permitted”. This was the confirmation for their plan.

Soon after they had found themselves the target of a tongue, it looked like Tsyu and the perv were on Shoujis back, hidden by his arms. Their plan was good for both offence and defence, but there was an easy way to defence against it. Ojiro would just used his tail to whack away the invading tongue.

He was obviously not trying to hurt the girl, that was a silly move. Tsyu was the type of person to take advantage of that, at the same time purple balls came flying at them, they had remained flying - the perv had clearly forgotten about Chuuyas ‘quirk’.

He sent the balls right back to shouji, the pervs balls were sticky to everyone but him. Shouji became stuck in place, their only chance of protecting their points was Tsyu, one move from Shouji would have him stuck in a sticky mess.

Despite Tsyus best effort to protect their points, they had been stolen.

“5 minutes left!” Their team was still in fourth place, Shinsou tapped his shoulder, Chuuya nodded in understanding. He used his ‘quirk’ to lift Shonsou in to the air and send him over to some groups.

This didn’t bring too much attention to chuuya, the 1st and 2nd place teams were all trapped in Todorokis ice dome thing. That ment that the target would have to be the teams with lower points.

SHINSOU POV
He was lifted up into the air, it felt kinda weird, he found himself being sent over to the 6th placed group. Their wasn’t anyone who stood out, “wow you have quite a lot of points, dont you?” “Wha-“ Shinsou activated his quirk.

“Hold still.”, the rest of the team had attempted to attack Shinsou using their quirks, Shinsou quickly snatched the teams points before floating off.

Pretty much the same thing had happened for the next two teams, they were now in third place and it looked like the side effects of Chuuyas quirk were starting to take effect. His face was becoming flushed and his eyes were becoming unfocused.

“Chuuya!” He should probably get back to the team before Chuuya gives in, he began to float back to the team before gently landing. There was 30 seconds left, all they had to do was dodge thieving harms and they would move on.

CHUUYA POV
“And times up!!” They had ended in third place - only a gap of 20 points from second, after mic had announced the places, they were free to do what they wanted until the next round.

Apparently his acting was more than believable, holding his breath made it believable enough. Shinsou had insisted on staying with him until the next round, they had mad their way to the rest of 1A, “yeah all the girls have to ware it!”

It was the perv. “All the girls have to ware what?” Chuuya asked, Mineta broke out into a cold sweat. “Umm, you know! The cheerleader uniform!” Perv. “Oh I thought that it was just for the cheer team.” He looked Mineta dead in the eyes, the girls had realised what Mineta was trying. “You Perv!” That was his que to leave.

“Who was that?” Shinsou asked, only one of the most Pervy people in the planet is what Chuuya wanted to respond with. “Mineta, he’s famous for being a perv, he’s on thin ice with the school and is probably going to be the one kicked from the hero course first.”

Chuuya had separated from Shinsou to go ‘see recovery girl’ - he had seen Midoriya and Todoroki having a conversation and let curious get the better of him.

He was just around the corner of their conversation, he had made out something of Midoriya being allmights love child or something, probably a theory. But more importantly, Endeavor wasn’t the best parent and his quirk marriage, something that is extremely illegal and looked down upon.

If a controversy like this was leaked right after allmights death, society would have their knickers in a twist.

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CHUUYA POV
He had heard enough, he had been there long enough and he had to get back to Shinsou before the next round.

Since Todoroki and Midoriya had decided to have their conversation by the exit, Chuuya had to try to not get lost in the maze of halls. He had probably seen that poster 3 times now. He continued down the hall but this time taking a left.

The second he did he noticed an intense gaze on him, Endevor. Nothing was said, Chuuya just walked past him with no acknowledgment, he didn’t deserve it.

“Endevor it’s been a while let’s talk.”, it was allmight. It sounded like they had some sort of long buried problems, well he couldn’t listen in now, he had made sure to give Endevor a lovely glare.

The encounter between the top two heros did remind him of Todoroki and Midoriya -

Eventually he had found his was to Shinsou, they had about 5 mins before the announcement for the next round.

The last round had to be an individual thing, they had already done a race - it could be something like how many robots can you beat in 1 minute, or a free for all, or if they were lacking in creativity it would just be a one on one fight.

Shinsou and Chuuya entered the arena along with the other students in anticipation of the announcement, Midnight took her place on the stage, she went on about some random stuff before announcing the next competition. “And the next round is a one on one fight” she said trying to make it sound like it was never heard of before.

SHINSOU POV
He was in the first match-up of the tournament, he was against Midoriya. He has a strength based quirk but it was pretty self destructive from what Chuuya had told him. If everything went to plan Midoriya would just walk out.

“And Shinsou Hitoshi of the general study’s course!”, he could feel the pity from the crowd.

Both himself and Midoriya entered the arena, for some reason Midoriya looked like he had been personally insulted in the most vile way possible. That may have been a exaggeration but he looked pissed, it probably had to do with him using his quirk on his classmates.

At the end of the horse and carriage game some of Midoriyas classmates had fallen victim to his quirk, chances were he was told the requirements to activate and deactivate his mind controle.

“START!”, Shinsou was going to have to take his chances. “You look mad, don’t you think your classmates were a little dumb for falling for my quirk? I mean they even threw away their pride and came running to you to tell you my quirk. Aren’t you diss appointed that they lost to someone in general studies?”

That should do it, “What Did You Say!!”, for a hero student he got worked up quickly, but it was enough for Shinsou to activate his quirk.

Midoriya stopped dead in his tracks, he stood there unmoving kind of like a statue. “Turn around and walk out of bounds.”

Like a puppet he did exactly as told, obediently he turned and walked, every step was loud and the droid was full of whispers ‘is this allowed’ ‘such a terrifying quirk, imagen if he was a villain’

MIDORYA POV
What happened? No he knew he was under the control of Shinsous quirk, brainwashing.

He had no control over his body, he was inching closer to the edging of the arena. One more step and he was done for, he would have let down his mum, allmight and he might even get kicked out of the hero corse, he would have to give up on his dreams.

He was trying his best to regain control over his body, he couldn’t let them all down. In his panic his eyes darted around eventually landing on rays of colourful lights in the tunnel.

What were those? They kinda look like faces, was Shinsous quirk making him hallucinate?

He suddenly lost controle of his body, controle of his quirk. It had activated theoupught his whole body and without controle he broke his two fingers, snapping him out of the trance.

What was that, there were eyes, people. Did he do that, it didn’t feel like it.

SHINSOU POV
A huge gust of wind ravaged around the arena almost knocking Shinsou off of his feet. As the dust began to settle Shinsou saw it, he had two broken fingers.

He was well aware of the fact that it was common for the freckled boy but he shouldn’t have had controle of his body or quirk. Honestly the shock has stunned him for a couple of seconds.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” he shouted, his voice being killed off by the crowds cheers. The green haired boy’s hand shot up to cover his mouth in caution of Shinsou’s quirk.

“Hey I’m jealous, quirks like mine are naturally at a disadvantage right?” It was a shit attempt at getting a response but worth a try.

Completely ignoring Shinsou, the Green haired boy grabbed his shoulder and began shoving him towards the edge of the ring. Shinsou gave a sharp punch to his broken fingers, his right leg behind Midoriyas, tripping and shoving him onto the ground.

He was harshly pushed off before receiving punishing kick to the stomach, sending him flying back a few feet. The other, back on his feet had his hands out front ready to sacrifice another one of his fingers.

“Wow, I’m flattered, breaking your bones, for me?” A desperate last attempt was what it sounded like, it was.

“SHUP UP!” Noticing his mistake he shot a hand over his mouth, immediately flicking his finger before it was too late.

Too bad for him that right after his shot Shinsou’s quirk activated, right as the wind knocked him off his feet “go to sleep.”

Dust again flew up, Shinsou’s back slammed against the wall of the arena his head following after. Black dots began to cloud his vision and he slowly lost consciousness.

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SHINSOU POV
The light was blinding, he had awoken in recovery girls office after the match, he had initially asked for the results of the match when he had woken up but recovery girl had insisted checking if he had a concussion first, hence the light.

She flicked the light off “No concussion, Chuuya is waiting for you outside.” She said shutting out any mention of the results. Shinsou eventually giving up resorted to asking Chuuya.

Upon exiting the office he saw Chuuya standing by a wall near by staring blankly at his brick phone. “Chuuya?” He asked walking over, Chuuyas eyes traveled up, his phone retreating to his back pocket.

CHUUYA POV
“Do you know the result of the match?” He had been mid way through texting Dazai, or as he was saved ‘repair guy’, a shit cover name but he couldn’t think of anything better admit was easy to come up with an excuse for it.

“Oh yeah you were out cold, it was a draw. Midnights decision.”, a draw was better than he had expected, if he got lucky with the tie breaker thing he could win.

“Have you gone yet?” He said turning to face Chuuya.

CHUUYA POV
“Have you gone yet?” He asked, they were walking back to the arena, well back to where 1A was, they had insisted that Chuuya sit with them.

“Yeah not long ago, you were only out for like 30 mins, you hardly missed it” - there wasn’t much to miss, of all the fights he had ever witnessed, that one was at the bottom. A fight against a random, he didn’t even bother with his ability.

“Did you win?” Shinsou asked already knowing the answer “yeah, don’t worry you didnt miss much, it was hardly a fight”

They had arrived at the front section of the stand, here 1A was sitting, they were making a fuss over the fight, Ururaka vs bakugo. In the second round Chuuya would have to ditch the winner.

“The teacher should stop this!” Chuuya lead Shinsou towards two empty seats towards the back, “What do you mean?” Chuuya asked.

“Do you not see the poor girl she’s all beaten up!” Honestly chuuya didn’t recognise the person he was talking to. They did have a point though, she looked like she had been hit by a truck.

“No,look.” He pointed towards the meteor- sized group of rocks that half the crowd managed to miss. “She has a tactic, it would just be rude if it was stopped now.” At this point tje whole of class 1A was looking there, amazed.

Despite her grand plan, she lost. Meaning Bakugo was his next opponent. But before that they had to decide who moves onto the next stage between Midoriya and Shinsou, and in their boundless creativity they decided apon.. an arm wrestle?

SHINSOU POV
“AND FOR THE TIE BREAKER, DRUM ROLL PLEASE…. AN ARM WRESTLE!!” Mics announcement made it seem much more exciting than it actually was. Arm wrestles ended up in a stale mate until someone gives up or having an obviously winner from the beginning.

If you were to ask Shinsou his honest opinion on if he would win, he would have to say no.

They both stood in the middle of the arena facing one another, midnight to his right. They both had their right arms on the concrete pillar, “Go!”.

“Confident much?” Shinsou asked, getting completely ignored. Quirks were allowed, he was against a hero student with training who had a power based quirk- he was pretty much set up for failure, the fact that the hero Dryden knew about his quirk also wasn’t helping.

The back of his had was smashed into the concrete creating a small crater, it felt like he had takes a hammer to the back of his hand, it would definitely leave a bruise.

Green eyes had met his own giving him a pitying look, “AND WE HAVE OUR WINNER, IZUKU MIDORIYA OF THE HERO COURSE!” Shinsou snatched his hand away before walking off.

He was honestly disappointed, how could he not be? When they had first fought Midoriya had known his quirk and he still managed to salvage a draw, he had a chance at winning! But no, fate had decided on an arm wrestle, all his previous hard work gone.

CHUUYA POV
Chuuya had been watching the tie breaker from the stand, right untill Shinsou had stormed off, he debated on going to cheer him up but ultimately decided not to, Shinsou had probably needed some time alone.

Next up to fight was Todoroki and Midoriya, this was probably the only fight that he was looking forward to seeing. After witnessing both the changing room and love child antics how could he not be?

It started off fairly normal, but then developed into a therapy session? He had no idea what they were shouting at each other, but he did notice Todoroki making a kind of angered eye contact with Endeavour.

Their little therapy session had been more helpful than expected, it had pretty much confirmed that Endevor was a shit parent. Todoroki making eye contact, Endevors cold stare, Todoroki clucking his scar after and him only using his fire powers after Midoriya was done with his therapy speech.

It was starting to add up more, from what Chuuya could assume the story looked like an in happy marriage, children abandoned because of their quirk, exessive training which all led up to that scar, perhaps from Endevor, or someone else?

The fight had ended in a way where Midoriyas therapy session had backfired, quite literally. Soon after Todorokis fire-trauma had been delt with, Midoriya was on the ground with half of his bones broken, looking like a rag doll.

“…” Shinsou was walking like a zombie, he looked utterly miserable. He sat down with an exasperated sigh, remaining silent.

Chuuya was not trying to piss him off so he also remained silent only pointing out some stupid looking hero costumes in the crowd in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Tokoyami vs Iida, the fight want anything special, Iida looked out of it the whole time like he had something more important to do. The fight ended rather quickly, Tokoyami being the winner and Iida leaving the stadium as quickly as he was thrown out of bounds.

Chuuyas fights so far had been nothing too impressive, most of them were with no names who got carried by their extravagant quirks. He had climbed his way up to the final along with Tokoyami, Todoroki and Bakugo.

Tokoyami vs Todoroki was a shit show, Tokoyami was weak to light, Todorokis new use of his fire powers made dark shadow look like a circus clown. Atleast there was more to watch then when he had fought Iida.

Next up was himself and bakugo, the winner had already been decided in his head. Chuuya stepped into the arena unbothered by everything except how stupid he looked in the uniform.

“WE HAVE CH- NAKAHARA CHUUYA FROM CLASS 1A!! VS BAKUGO KATSUKI, ALSO FOM CLASS 1A.” Bakugo walked into the arena, hands in pockets and a nasty smirk plasters on his face.
“3..2..1..GO!!”

Bakugo was already off his feet using an explosion to propel himself forward, he reached his had aiming for the red heads face. Chuuya quickly dodged, using his right leg to give a powerful kick to the side.

Bakugo winced in pain using an explosion midair to keep him from going out of bounds. The fight carried, chiuya mostly using hand on hand combat with the occasional piece of flying rubble to aid him.

BAKUGO POV
At this point Bakugo was fuming, he was pissed off! Chuuya had been dodging all of his attacks like it was second nature and yet he wasn’t even fighting back!

His moves were getting g sloppier, he had overused his quirk, he was going to have to end this soon or he wouldn’t be able to fight in the final.

All of a sudden Chuuya began fighting back, but something was wrong, it wasn’t obvious from the outside, but that bastard was perpously making his moves predictable!

Even more pissed Bakugo reached for Chuuyas face, his hand surprisingly made contact with the red heads face, wait he had dodged this move right at the begging, right? Chuuya looked him dead in the eyes, “YOU BASTARD!” He had the red head pinned down, his right hand holding him down by the face. He lifted his left hand threateningly and he gritted his teeth.

The nerve of that bastard, he was playing with him, did he have a secret plan? Was he doing that same thing as the other gravity bastard? No, he had made sure he wasn’t, so what was it.

“I give up.” What??

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CHUUYA POV
“I give up.” the blond paused above him before an infuriated look expression possessed his face, he looked as if he was about to explode.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU BASTARD, TAKE THAT BACK! FIGHT ME PROPERLY!” He raised his arm, ready to blow Chuuya face to bits.

The blonds body began to slump, falling to the side of Chuuyas body. Midnights quirk, he should also go to ‘sleep’, he slowly began to close his eyes deciding to actually sleep.

As per usual it was a dreamless sleep, he began to stir awake, the lights were off but the light from the window lit the room. He was in recovery girls office, oh yeah he freaked out before.

He sat up from nap, blinking a few times to un-blur his vision, recovery girl was doing her own thing by her desk. Recovery girl, hearing his movement returned her attention to him “feel free to go any time”

He had gotten closer to the recovery girl during his time at UA, first with the vaccine and then with the constant visits with his burnt arm, it just added up. “…ok” the drowsy-ness could be heard in the boys voice.

He got off the bed and left without another word, he looked towards the that the end of the hall, it depicted Todoroki and Bakugo fighting for first place. He did a quick scan and the hall was empty, he made his way outside and to a secluded area.

Another quick scan if his surroundings, no cameras, no people. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone and called ‘repair man’ the phone ringed twice more before someone picked up.

“Upon the tainted sorrow”…so no one is going to respond? “Chuuya~” oh shitty Dazai “Does it have to be you”
he clearly sounded annoyed. “Mhm~ because I’m now in charge of your mission~”
“What?! You of all people, why?!” He said in a wisper-shout.
“Mhm~ I bet you soo happy!”
“Fuck off… ugh so-“
“you looked so stupid at that festival thing, who knew the famous Chuuya Nakahara could throw away his pride and lose~”
That cheeky bastard was watching, what the hell!
“Could you just shut up for a second!” Again another wisper-shout this time with more shout.
… sigh
“I have some dirt on nombre 2 hero Endevor, so far I know he is in a quirk marriage and he hasn’t been seen with his wife publicly for a awhile now, his wife has also not been seen alone publicly. He hasn’t his children training at a young age and from what I can tell they didn’t like it, his son Shoto Todoroki had a burn that I’m 90% has something to do with him. He hasn’t his a son I think it was Toya, he had gone missing after a forest fire of some sort. All info from direct source and semi reliable source.”
… silence
“Wow chuuya~ for a second I thought you wouldn’t shut up! You almost sent me to sleep!”
This prick
“Could yo-“
“This is pretty useful, I’m impressed a stupid slug could do all this!”
That stupid mackerel keeps citing me off!
“You-“
“But I do have something I want you to look into~ ‘hero killer stain’ his ideals are less black and white, they would probably send the average person into shock! He was last in Hoso, Tokyo. I need you to put more eyes on him, the port mafia has it from there.”
“Got it but could you st-“
“Well Chuuya, .. dont take too long on the mission…”
“Stop cutting me off!”
Wait a second, he hung up! That bastard! But he sounded wierd towards the end of the call, something kinda genuin…

The speaker snapped him out of his trance “AND THE WINNER IS KATSUKI BAKUGO!!”

He took that as his signal to go back to the stadium, he had about 10 minutes until he was expected to be on the stadium. The whole walk he was distracted, a stain person, how did Dazai expect him to drag attention over to him with out looking suspicious?

His thought was broken when he came face to face with Shinsou. Honestly he seemed like a bit of an ass, giving up soon after Shinsou lost. “Where were you, recovery girl said you left a while ago.” Oh, Chuuya expected a more violent answer, perhaps his acting was convincing. “I went to get some fresh air and got lost…”

“Well done out there, it must have been tough with your arm.” Right, his arm still looked pretty bad, in reality it was just scaring. “Thanks.” Shinsou’s tone seemed fine so did his body language. “Did something happen?”
“…Why?”
“You seem calmer?” A lot calmer
“…I had a talk with Midoriya, I apologised for being an ass… I also spoke with aizawa and he said that with my proformace I was a candidate to go to the hero course.”

I smile crept onto Shinsou’s face with the last sentence,
“That’s great.” Chuuya genuinely felt happy for him, he would make a better hero then a certain someone.

They both entered the centre of the arena along with the other students, himself and Shinsou walking together. Midoriya and Ururaka were walking next to them with out saying anything, just awkwardly glancing g at each other.

“…Do you have something you want to say.” It was the polite way of saying ‘spit it out’
“Ah- well I just didn’t know you and Shinsou were friends!” The boy spat out nervously. Shinsou glanced at chuuya silently saying ‘I didn’t really tell him that we are close’. “We met about a month before the entrance exam.” It wasn’t a lie. “So that mea-“
“NOW FOR THE MOMENT WEVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!”

After a botched entrance from allmight midnight continued “NOW ITS TIME FOR THE MEDALS!” A cloud of smoke gathered behind her as a podium rose from the ground… with the students already on it?

“NOW BEFORE THE MEDALS COULD NAKAHARA COME TO THE PODIUM!” Way to make him stand out. He walked up to the podium hand in pockets, using his ‘quirk’ to get up.

He received his medal from allmight, with a little lecture along the lines of ‘well done! Dont let your pat hold you back!’ He had no idea what the ‘number one hero’ was going on about, after all he knows nothing about his past…other than he was from Yokohama?

He could feel Bakugo glare burning into his skull, thank goodness he was chained up.

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CHUUYA POV
After the sports festival was the weekend, most of which was spent in an internet cafe doing research on stain. Everything done on the computers was anonymous and would be difficult to trace back, not that I should be a problem tho.

Despite his efforts he only managed to figure out a few things,

Nickname: hero killer stain

Quirk: blood related -
Immobility (unknown)

Appearance: tall male, wares mask, messy appearance and cloths, bloodshot red eyes

Weapon: two short swords, one katana like one serrated

Ideals: allmight is the only hero; heroism should not be done for fame,money or personal gain - kills heros who don’t fit these standards

General info - was last active in Hoso Tokyo, has killed 17 well known heros and crippled 24 heros to the point of no recovery - all done for his ideals

Overall his ideals were not wrong but obviously people had a problem with his methods. But one thing was confusing, he keeps praising allmight, would an underground hero not better fit his ideals? It just goes to show how brainwashed society is.

Chuuya showed up to class as any other day, however instead of Aizawa, there was allmight, never a good sign. “Good morning young heros!” No. Never a good morning with you around.

He took his regular place in the back corner next to the window, why would allmight be here? There shouldn’t be practical training.

“HAHA YOU MAY BE WONDERING WHY… I AM HERE!” The catchphrase was completely unnecessary.
“AS SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW, YOU WILL BE HAVING INTERNSHIPS!” Internships?
“I AM HERE… TO INFORM YOU OF A CERTAIN PLACE!” Murmuring filled the classroom ….’is….talking….Yokohama’ Yokohama?

“As you know I am talking about Yokohama” his volume lowers and his tone became more serious.
“As you know Yokohama is an extremely dangerous place, most of the population is quirk less but it is over-run by villains and even worse… ability users.”

How did that make any sense? How were ability users evil at a default? Well of course he himself was a bad person but not every ability users was, besides who would they even know, it’s not like they have met enough to make a judgment.

“Abilities are like quirks but stronger. They have no side effects and they usually also give a person enhanced senses, intelligence and base strength.”

All of this is true but if this were about internships there should be no problem, after all every ability user is based in inner Yokohama.

Yokohama is split into inner and outer, inner being the central area where the port mafia is based and outer being a small bit of the north area of Yokohama, the bit closest to Tokyo. There was a rather large wall separating the two, equipt with sensors and cameras, the and entering through the port was a no go, after all it was controlled by the Port Mafia. Outer Yokohama was known as a ‘party city’ it was less hero dense then the rest of Japan making it the place to sell and do drugs.

“Inner Yokohama is run by 2 different groups, The Sheep and the Port Mafia, as well as other small irrelevant gangs.”
Their information is pretty outdated, the sheep had been destroyed a while back and they don’t have word of any of the…law enforcement?

While Yokohama did have its own police, they didn’t make much of an effort to ‘help’. They would try stop the Port Mafia from committing crimes but they would never try completely destroy it, after all when something big happens it’s always the Port Mafia that steps up to stop it.

“Both groups are at conflict for control of Yokohama. Starting with the sheep, they are a group of mostly children and young adults. They are supposedly made up of orphans who lived in the slums with their leader being a powerful ability user nicknamed ‘The King Of The Sheep.’ He can apparently destroy entire buildings with out difficulty.” His tone remained serious, the sternness of his voice had the whole class silent with the atmosphere becoming dense.

‘King Of The Sheep’ The name had bought back some deeply buried memories of his time with the sheep. To think he is saying all this oblivious to the fact that he is within 10 meters of the ‘King Of The Sheep’, the look on his face his face would be comical.

No. Now is not the time.

They had a disent amount of information on the sheep, too bad it was all useless now. They even managed to find out that monster of the sheep were orphans.

“As for the Port Mafia we know less. As the name suggests that have control of the port meaning they control who enters and leaves. They have much larger numbers with multiple ability users in their ranks. The most well known being the more recent ‘Double Black’ duo.”

Wow, Chuuya had been bought up again, who knew he was a shiny red dot on the heros radar. Having been bought up twice, it would be smart for him to keep his ‘quirk’ down low, one slip up and he could be done for.

‘Recent’ … Double Black has been floating around for just under a year now, either they have limited contact with their spy or, more likely their spy has been caught.

“The Double Black duo is extremely powerful. They had taken down an entire enemy organisation by them self to earn their nickname.”

‘Woah is…. real?’ ‘…strong’ ‘…terrifying’. Whispers broke the pin drop silence, some pressing their strength others expressing their terror.

“….Sir… Why are you telling us this?” Midoriya spoke up.
“Well! As you know you will be doing internships and some of you may decide to go near Yokohama! I feel that it is my duty as your teacher to tell you this!”

… he spilled a little too much for that to be the only reason. Also internships, that they could pick? That lined up a little too well with what Dazai had planned, that shitty blasters already knew didn’t he! That waste of bandaged could have at least told him!

“Some of you may have been uninformed of what is happening in Yokohama! It is my job to tell you!” He looked directly at Chuuya.

ALLMIGHT POV
His gaze drifted over to Chuuya, he had an eyebrow raised in question and a puzzled look on his face.

It must be hard, finding out where you grew up was dictated by such terrifying people and ability users, but someone had to inform him! And Aizawa was prolonging it.

Having him live his life in complete ignorance to the surroundings he was raised in would be wrong. Having grown up surrounded by ability users, he must have been terrified.

CHUUYA POV
Midnight burst through the door with a half asleep-zombie looking Aizawa following not so far behind. In his bright yellow sleeping bag he made his way to the front of the class, giving allmight a ‘what the fuck are you doing here?’ Look.
“Ok… you have internships coming up soon. You need to pick your hero names, which you will be doing with midnight….while I sleep.”
He plopped himself at the front and followed through with his words.

Well this was going to be hell, the worst things about heros other than their stupid costumes were their stupid names.

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CHUUYA POV
Just like any other weekend, he awoke to the sun seeping through the curtains and landing in his eyes. He blinked awake from a dreamless night, it was oddly quiet, normally there would be the sound of pots, pans or the loud ass boiler that sounds like a hamster was stuck in it, making a last ditch effort to get out of it while dying.

He got up and out of bed, not being one to lie around, he threw the sheets back over the bed in a pathetic attempt to make the bed. He left the room to be greeted by the same eerie silence, it’s not like it was early in the morning, the sun was out.

The downstairs lights were on, as he entered the kitchen he was met by Shunsou and Mic attempting to decorate a cake.

“Morning?” What Chuuya was accatually saying was ‘what the fuck are you doing’
“…happy birthday…” Shinsou said, piping bag still in had while mic scrambled to grab a small party popper.
“…Surprise!” Pop…

Chuuya stood there in slight disbelief, well he knew it was his birthday, it was the exact same day the flags celebrated it last year. In the sketchy bar with the nice snooker tables…

Right, where they were before they died. Celebrating a different occasion. They’re all gone, everyone that was there.

“Thanks.” Aizawa walked into the room holding a box of candles, pausing as he saw Chuuya.
“…How about you get changed and come down in 10?” An obvious effort of stalling.
“…Ok”

He was now sitting on the bed dressed in his usual clothes, he was going to give them a little more than 10 minutes, they looked like they needed it.

Just as his mental timer hit 5 minutes he felt a vibration in his pocket, he retrieved his phone and checked the number, ‘repair man’.

“Chuuya~! Happy Birthay! One year closer to death, how do you feel?”
“Worse now that you called.”
“Oh! How you wound my poor heart! I was just going to give you my kind words~!… But I do mean it. Happy Birthday, slug”
“You-“
Beep beep beep. That stupid suicidal maniac! This is exactly what he did last year, at that party! …He was the only one who was able to wish him a happy birthday this year aswell.

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CHUUYA POV
Midnights gaze was taunting him, it was screaming ‘what’s your hero name pretty boy?’ It felt borderline predatory. And the blank sheet of paper was doing nothing to help.

He had to sit there listening to the most comical titles ever, half being a shitty play on words and the others just cringe worthy. ‘Lord explosion murder’ sounded like he made it at 5 and stuck with it, and ‘Deku’ was debatably worse. Sadly the back corner gave him a full view of everyone’s paper and sadly he had to witness Midoriya have an inner conflict with himself wether or not to pick ‘mini-might’ as a hero name.

With silly names came sensible names, like ‘Shoto’ what could go wrong with a first name?

Apparently a lot for Chuuya, not like he had a bad name but he was using his real name. Imagine, he completes his mission and on his way back to Yokohama, but… people know of a ‘Chuuya’, a first year in UA of the infamous class 1A who were involved with the USJ attack. Having his name wildly spread in the outside world was a big No.

“Hmm.. who hasn’t picked a name yet?..” midnight asked more to herself.
“Ah, Chuuya how about you come up and share, a pretty boy like yourself should have a flashy name, right?” Her tone was upbeat and curious, her gaze had wondered over to him every now and then, it was only a matter of time.

He stood in front of the class, piece of paper in hand about 3 awkward names crossed out, having to even write down those shitty names was embarrassing.

He turned the paper and written on it was a few scribbles and ‘ARAHABAKI’.
“Arahabaki? As in the God of destruction?” Iida asked
“God of destruction?” Midnight followed, her tone questioning.

“It the name of an incident that happened when I was young, it’s how I got these scars.” He said referring to the scars that creeped up his neck and trailed down his body.

Technically he wasn’t lying, his corruption scars were caused by arahabaki and he did get them fairly young. Besides Hes telling this to heroes and hero students, they dance around trauma like ballerinas (with two left feet).

(Not because it stops him from getting close)

“Well I don’t see why not!” Midnight said, trying to lighten the mood. Aizawa had his eyes half open at this point.

AIZAWA POV
‘Arahabaki’… from the drone images about 7-8 years ago a crater was created.. could it be something to do with that? It did seems like it deserves the nickname name.

The signal blockers didn’t allow the drones to get close enough for a clear view so all the images are pixelated and blurry.

From what he’s seen those scars are in a weird shape, almost like a pattern. How could someone make scars like that? Could it be an ability user? From the port mafia, the sheep?

He was going to have to ask questions after school. Midnight was still going through hero names, only a few left, he couldn’t care enough to listen, besides he had no right to judge, he fucked his own hero names.

CHUUYA POV
“Now that we’re done with the hero names it’s time for something else! …….. Internships!!”
“…”
Looks like allmight was ment to keep quiet, either way allmight decided that it was necessary to slam the the door open with an
“I AM HERE!…again…” Midnight gave him a questioning look saying ‘you messed up the reveal. Not me.’

“HAHA! As I said earlier, many of you have been offered internships with hero agencies! Some of you have many, some of you have none!”
“…none?” Looks of panic emerged in the class room and whispers followed.
“But don’t worry!All of you will be doing an internship!”

Chuuya had quite a few option,
but he only had his eye on one, the random shitty one in Hoso. He had never heard of them but they were based in his and that’s all he needed.

He immediately scribbled down the name and handed his in his sheet, in the why section he had a simple ‘Hoso Tokyo has the highest crime rate’.

It was a good enough excuse… right? I mean they probably saw him as a fighting maniac or something of the sort, besides what he wrote wasn’t wrong. After stains appearance the crime rate began to rise, in the 3 days making it the place with the highest crime rate in Japan at the moment.

“Oh! Chuuya, wow you got so many offers! Have you decided yet?” Midoriya spawned in behind him scaring him calf to death.
“Yea. I picked the one in Hoso.”
“Why Hoso, I heard there are more villains there than anywhere in Japan!” Was he seriously saying that as a hero student?
“… That’s the point.”

Their conversation was cut short by the bell and Aoyama verbally removing Midoriya and kidnapping Chuuya.
“Mon Chéri, I know your secret.” My darling? No never mind, his secret? Which one?
“… what secret?” This could go very wrong. So very wrong, it’s not like he was a cold blooded killer but you’ve got to to what you got to do. If he knew too much he would need to be disposed of.
“No need to hide it, I heard you phone call.” Well shit. It’s not like he’s a spy, he’s a mafioso! He wasn’t trained for this shit! This wasn’t good, how could it look good? He was talking about the dirt he gathered on Endevor, well until Dazai kept cutting him off… did that bastard know something!
“…What did you hear?” In the back of his mind he hoped for one answer, ‘nothing’ but it was too late for that.
“Everything I needed to, the tone of your voice, what you were saying… it’s obvious” well shit, that couldn’t mean anything good.

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CHUUYA POV
“Love.”
… what?
“Love? What do you mean love?” Was he going crazy, is he hearing things, no way this is right. What about getting cut off is love?
“Oh Mon chéri, the tone of your voice, how close you seem! It’s love. No mistake.” That- is this real? Was he deaf to what Chuuya was saying?

Well yea he was close to Dazai, they had almost died together many times, he was kinda forced to be close.

But Dazai is insufferable! The worst of the worst!

Chuuya looked at Aoyama with a raised eyebrow, the look in the blonds face. He had his usual dramatic posture and look with, somehow, sparkles radiating off him.

He was stuck in a sticky situation, he could either agree and have no questions or disagree and have inspector gadget on his case.

“…haha, are you sure? We’re pretty close… not that close…”
The best thing to do was tell a half truth half lie, hopefully he would drop the topic and forget about everything.

“Of corse Mon chéri! As you say!” … his eyes switched from his usual dramatic sparkel to a more serious gaze, he placed his hand on Chuuyas shoulder, sending a chill down his spine.
“But don’t think I missed it all.. Mon chéri.”
Was this guy even French? No, doesn’t matter. Was that a threat? He whipped his head around in an attempt to defend himself but Aoyama was gone with no trace other than a small block of cheese with ‘my lips are sealed, Mon Chéri’

Another chill ran down his spine, this time just beacuse of the pure weirdness of the situation. It’s not common to have a crazy cheese stalker. In the blonds defence Chuuya did recognise the cheese as good quality comté.

He was walking around the streets of Hoso, he hadn’t forgotten about the prior incident involving the cheese man. It had developed to receiving cheese messages on his desk all with some vaguely ominous message hinting he knew something.

It was strange that he hadn’t told anyone yet, every time Chuuya tried to talk to him or even get close to him he would make a rather drastic escape with a mildly terrified look on his face.

“That’s about everything!” This hero had been talking at him the whole time, completely ignorant to the fact that he was being ignored. Chuuya decided that the best way to get stains ideals your there was to either have him publicly fight a child (himself) or have him captured, he would just have to go with whatever is best at the time.

“… so do we just walk around?”
“Yea! Mostly just as a preventative!”
“Right.. I’m guessing the last big crime was stain, right?” He was only there for stain, this was the quickest way to get info.
“Oh yea! That guy caused a lot of trouble, targeting heros. Truly a shame…”
“.. He’s been spotted recently around here… dont you think he has a target or something?” Knowing a potential next target would be useful, just a little friendly stalking would eventually lead him to stain.
“We have no clue. We have been trying to track him but nothi-“
BOOM!
There was a large explosion in the distance, about 2 blocks or so. Chuuya felt the aftershock slightly shake the ground, he took his hands out of his pockets, raising his guard.
“No. Help people evacuate. Dont get close.”
Wow that’s a first, not getting children on the front lines.
“Alright.”

Nope. Not doing that, he aimless my wondered the streets looking for a wild stain. The chances were low but if not now then when.

Seeing an empty alleyway with caved in walls was enough peak Chuuyas interest, it may not be the sword wielding stain but he was itching for a real fight, and anything would do.

Coming from the ally were low irregular groans, not quite human but they had a human like undertone.

The deeper he went the louder they got until he was face to face with one of the dots brain nomu.

This one seemed significantly weaker than the one allmight fought but definitely the same humane and inhumane thing, it’s thirst for violence was obvious.

It was the frost to throw a punch, in Chuuyas signature style, hands in pockets, he seriously dodged with a swift jump back, followed by a sharp kick on it open brain. That was enough for the nomu to completely die? Lose consciousness? He didn’t know, he probably couldn’t feel a pulse even if he wanted to.

Sadly, the breaks was extremely disgusting, it had that weird putty like texture that just makes you want to theow up and never want to see brains or putty ever again.

the nomu was weak and if it was here that ment so was the League Of Villains, the only thing Chuuya could think they might be after was stain. Not good because he was also after stain. But that did mean that stain was still here and close.

Back to less but still aimless wondering, he picked up a bit of a pace running around the streets like a crazy lunatic.

The streets looked like it was the beginning of an apocalypse, fire and destruction everywhere, he had even caught word of Endevor fighting a nomu. No wonder there was smoke coming from literally everywhere.

It had been at least 15 minutes of waisted time, he had made no progress in his search for stain, he was going to have to resort to rooftop wondering, that was until his phone went off.

He checked it expecting a mocking text from Dazai who had already located stain, but no. It was Midoriyas location he had sent in the class group chat? It was kinda random but after actually looking at the location it was here in Hoso in a random ally.

Chuuya wasn’t too far, there was no harm in looking besides he could even get a lead on stain.

He started his rooftop journey to the mentioned ally way and upon arrival, the sight that visited his eyes was like a lake to someone stranded and dehydrated in the middle of a desert. Beautiful.

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CHUUYA POV
It was Stain! And he was fighting children!
It felt a little strange getting exited over children getting beat up. It’s not like he’s a crazy psychopath who finds joy in watching people get beat up but given the situation it was fairly justified….? Never mind.

Remaining crouched by the ledge of the building, he thought over if he should intervene or not. Obviously, if he was alone he would have taken his chances but with other people, especially his classmates, the situation was a little different.

The way things were going Midoriya and Iida would lose, they were oblivious to Stain’s quirk and just generally less skilled than the renowned hero killer Stain. And the unconscious hero was definitely not helping.

Iida was on the ground, unmoving, definitely conscious, surprisingly. He was bleeding out from the arm, lying in a pool of his own blood wasting his energy shouting irrelevant words in Midoriyas deaf ears.

The wound look really deep, definitely a couple of inches.

Midoriya stood there for a good 5 seconds having a staring contest with Stain, before lunging towards him, not even asking Iida for ANY details. Not about his quirk, not about what happened or even why he was here, just not with the hero he’s doing his internship with.

Chuuya remained in his spot in to of the building observing from a distance, if he to fight having more info on fighting style and a quirk would be useful.

Within a split second Stain swung his sword slightly grazing Midoriya before licking a tiny drop of blood. At that exact moment Midoriya paused, only for a few seconds, stain spitting taunting words and reasonable ideals.

A world where heros do their job, not for fame, not an act for a camera, not for the money but to help people. It was definitely weird coming from a mafioso but, the port mafia helps people from the background, well yes because they are a …slightly… illegal organisation but also because they weren’t fishing for praise.

Besides it not like the people they were disposing of were saints, they were targeted by the mafia for a reason. I guess the worst thing that they have done other than the murder was child exploitation but so did the heros.

Blood and immobility, that’s all he knew of Stains but now it looks like he has to consume a persons blood to immobilise them and potentially the amount of blood mattered? He was unsure of the last part, it was a slightly educated guess on the fact that Iida was bleeding out and still immobilised, compared to Midoriya who only lost a drop of blood.

Now would be the best time to interfere if ever, having three people dying would not be ideal, especially if he was just lurking on the roof watching the crime happen.

Stain menacingly walked back over blue haired boy, taking out his sword pressing to the boys leg. Right next to his engines “All your fake heros! Using your power for selfish gain!”
He turned to Iida.
“YOUR SELFISHNESS CAUSED THIS! Someone like you could never be a real hero!”

Right as reality whacked Iida across the face Chuuya descended from his hiding spot, giving stain a spinning kick to the back of the head on his way down.

Having gained a few seconds, Chuuya picked up the boy like a sack of potatoes before retreating back to where Midoriya was still stuck.

“Chuuya!” The green haired contributed
“What’s the situation.” He already kinda knew but just to avoid suspicion.
“Oh! His quirk allows him to immobilise anyone he consumes the blood of! The duration could be linked to amount or blood type!”

The easiest way to avoid getting slightly cannibalised was to just avoids getting hit, so that’s the plan.

“Another one of you wanna be heros!” Completely wrong but no one needs to know that.
“What would you call a hero then?” He said hands in pockets, getting ready to fight.

“Someone who doesn’t do it for their own greed! Or fame! Or money! They should
do it because they care! … New heros only care about looking cool for the cameras and saving to boost their egos! That’s all wrong! Allmight is the only true hero!”
The sad this is that he was completely right. Apart from the very last bit, if anyone fit his ideals it would be the underground heros like Aizawa or vigilantes.

It’s like Allmight has a built in camera sensors that force him to pose whenever he is in frame.

“You’re right.” Chuuya spoke, immediately lunging forward giving Stain a powerful kick to the side, slamming him in to the wall leaving an outline of stains figure.

Stains eyes closed as he made contact with the wall, slightly winding in pain only slightly registering what Chuuya had said.

If he was right why was he becoming a hero, feeding in to the corrupt society that views people as pawns and false heros as idols? It made no sense, recognising the issue and disregarding it? Choosing to be ignorant over being active?

Going in for a follow up kick, Chuuya gave a slight run up before slamming his leg down, being blocked by Stains serrated sword.
“Good thing it’s all gonna change soon.” He said lowly with a slight smirk.

Stains eyes slightly widened at the comment, it was said with a sinister undertone, slightly ominous.

What did he mean by that? Because it didn’t sound any good. But change was in order and Stains could not be one to complain about using violent methods, considering his history and all.

“What do you mean.” That was much more of an order than a question, not out of concern but to dig into any ill intentions.

“…just need to spread the word.” Chuuya spoke, sounding much more ominous than intended.

He jumped back away from stain, back next to Midoriya who was begging I to move again. Thankfully their conversation hadn’t fell deaf on his ears, Iida was also regaining his ability to move but it was definitely better if he stopped moving, so he in turn stopped bleeding out in the middle of a sketched ally way.

A sudden blast of fire came from the end of the ally, illuminating the shadows and targeting Stain.

“Midoriya. You need to give more details in times like these.” He said pulling out his phone, showing off the ‘shared location’ message.

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Context- one of Dazai and Chuuyas first missions together, they are chasing down exotic animal smugglers.

Scene- at night by the beach known for commercial fishing in Yokohama, there are many shipment containers and equipment for fishing.

Dazai opens a truck to reveal cages, cooking containers and cardboard boxes with holes cut in to them.

Dazai- Ooh~ I think we found our target! Chuuya! Come here for a sec!

Chuuya walked over and Dazai opened one of the cooler conatainors.

Chuuya- wha- AHH- What the fuck!

An octopus jumped out in the Chuuyas face.

Chuuya began wrestling the octopus off his face

Chuuya- Dont sit there and watch!

Dazai- Hahaha! You look so-

Chuuya forces the octopus off his face and shoves it back into the container.

Chuuya- YOU BAS-

Dazai placed his hand over Chuuyas mouth.

Dazai[wispering]- Up top.

Chuuya grabbed Dazais hand and took them both up with his ability.

Three men approached the van complaining about how late it was.

Two hopped in the front and they began to slowly drive off

Man 3- HEY! WHO ARE YOU!

Chuuya-… shit

The man began to shoot at the van

Man 2- What’s all the commotion-

Man 3- ON TOP! GET THEM!

Man 2 climbed onto the roof of the van and pulled out a gun

Man 2- Who are you! Who do you work for!

Dazai mockingly put his hands up

Dazai- oh no! We are just lost! We didn’t see anything! Especially not the zoo in the back of the van!

Chuuya- …. (Why the fuck would he say that!?)

Chuuya took it upon himself to get rid of the guy by redirecting the earlier bullet through the guys head.

The guy collapsed, chuuya grabbing his arm then throwing his limp body towards the guy chasing the van.

Man 3 pulled some lever before getting bodied by a dead body.

Dazai- oh-

Chuuya- What the-

A fishing net was lowered, both Chuuya and Dazai getting tangled in the net.

They were in a tangled mess- Dazai cancelling out Chuuyas ability.

Chuuya- …

Dazai-…

They were stuck there till the next morning until
Akutagawa came to get them

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Context- Dazai and Chuuya are sent to figure out if a members death is a murder or accident.

Scene- a small apartment in an abandoned area, the walls are coved in soot and ashes. There is a body with a knife in it.

Dazai looked around the room for a few seconds.

Chuuya- What?

Dazai- Nothing! Isn’t this exiting Chuuya!

Chuuya- You’re- why would this be exiting? One of our members died.

Dazai- Well… do you think this was a murder?

Chuuya too a quick glance around the room.

Chuuya- Well yea, it looks like someone tried to burn the place down to destroy the evidence…

Dazai- Really?… How about we look around!

Chuuya gave him a questioning look.

Chuuya- …Ok.

Chuuya goes to another room to look around while Dazai crouches down next to the body to examen it.

After a few minutes Chuuya comes back into the room.

Chuuya- WHAT THE HELL SHITTY DAZAI! You haven’t even moved!

Dazai- Well that’s because I solved the case!

He said in a happy, playful tone.

Chuuya- You made me look around for nothing! Asshole.

Dazai- Chuuya… my poor heart! If you keep being a meanie I won’t tell you!

Chuuya- Ugh! Asshole, just tell me so we can get this over with!

Dazai- Hmm I want you to take a guess first! What was it?

Chuuya- … Well so far it looks like murder.

Dazai- Nope! Incorrect!

Chuuya (again) looked at him questioningly

Chuuya- Care to explain?

Dazai- It’s quite simple! He did his dishes, had a few drinks, dropped a cigarette, started a fire, grabbed a kitchen towel to put it out, flung the knife he was drying in the air and got himself stabbed.

Chuuya- … to think he wired under me….

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Context- Dazai asks Chuuya for help

Scene- Chuuyas house, at about 2 am. Chuuya is about to go to sleep after finishing a job.

Chuuya hears a knock in his door.

Chuuya- Who the hell is knocking at this time…

He goes and opens the door to see a very serious looking Dazai. He is slightly taken aback at the others experession.

Chuuya- What the hell do you want?

Dazai- Something VERY serious happened.

Chuuya- … what do you mean? What happened?

Dazai- I can’t tell you here.

Chuuya- Why can’t you tell me here?

Dazai- you’ll understand later. Follow.

Chuuya, understanding what he ment, followed him in his pyjamas.

Chuuya- Cut the bullshit just tell me what happened!

Dazai silently stared at the ground.

Dazai- It might just be the worst thing to happen in port mafia history.

Chuuya- WHAT!? What do you mean!?

Dazai- Just follow me.

Chuuya continued to follow him until they reached a familiar area.

Chuuya- why are we at Hirotsu’s place..?

He said slightly concerned

Dazai turned to Chuuya.

Dazai- You got to help me! I accidentally blew up his Vintage Mercedes-Benz!

Chuuya- What. The. Fuck! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?! He treats that car like his child!

Dazai- I know! But I have a great plan that needs your help!

Chuuya- …. just explain.

5 minutes later.

Dazai- I’m in position. Do it.

Chuuya knocked on the door before grabbing a hose and going on the roof.

Dazai was in-front of the door with a recorder playing random sounds while Chuuya threw rose petals down while creating fake rain.

Hirotsu- … what is this?

Dazai- sorryiblewupyouecarsorry

(Sorry I blew up your car sorry)

He said before running off and slipping in the wet mud only to get up again to make a quick escape.

Chuuya- (I shouldn’t have answered the door…)

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Context- 1A trying to have bonding time, the best way to do that? A classroom convo at midnight.

Scene- in their classroom after school, the tables aware moved to the side and the chairs are in a circle in the middle. Everyone is in the circle. (After sports festival)

Ururaka- We did pretty well!

Bakugo- You mean I did pretty well! You extras were useless!

Midoriya- … I think we all did good!

Bakugo- WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU DAMN NERD!

Midoriya- Well I-

Chuuya- yea, we all did well.

He looks directly at Bakugo, who also looks back.

Bakugo- I’m not done with you need!

He begins walking towards Chuuya.

Kirishima- Woah there Bakugo, no need to get violent,

He gets up between Chuuya and Bakugo

Bakugo- DONT EVEN TRY STOP ME! THIS SHORTIE IS-

Chuuya- SHORT? IM STILL GROWING YOU POMERANIAN!

Chuuya also gets up and goes towards Bakugo.

Shinsou- Hey now, let’s not fight.

Kaminari- I kinda want to see who wins

He whispers to mina

Mina- Ooh~ same! It’ll be a close one!

Bakugo- HUH! I COULD BEAT THAT SHITTY BASTARD ANY DAY OF THE WEEK…

He thinks back to their matchup on sports day.

Aizawa- What the hell are you lot doing here?

He says with the indexation of ‘I’m making your training harder for the rest of the year’

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Shinsou opinion on chuuya-

Hes a fun guy and a quick learner, definitely more street smart than academic but works hard to make up for it. He has a strong sense of self and moral compass.He would make a great hero.

He doest avoid a subject but he doest bring them up, he would only say something personal if you ask him and he says the minimum - Hes probably just on guard, it’s a new environment after all.

Chuuya opinion on Shinsou-

Hes very relaxed guy, he’s gets worked up sometimes but never unreasonably, though sometimes he’s too observant - it’s definitely something he learnt with his quirk but it’s freaky. One time he joked that Chuuya could be a secret government spy - he was sor wrong yet so right at the same time.

Hes easy to talk to, he could rather be the biggest problem in the plan if he finds out, Hes also like the NPC in games who guides you through the whole thing - he could either be completely irrelevant or extremely relevant in the future.

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Context- Chuuya and Dazai get signed up to a kids game show (by mori)

Scene- there are 4 people, Chuuya and Dazai on a team and 2 kids on the other team, the person who tuns the show is a friend of mori’s.

[wispering] Chuuya- why the hell are we doing this?

Dazai- no clue!

They are standing behind a kids size desk with cartoonish rainbows, birds and a large blue sky in the background.

Director- alright, we’re going live in…3…2…1!

The sound of a pre recorded into plays in the background

Show host- alright! Today we have a few special guests! Give a warm welcome to Chuuya and Dazai!,

Dazai- Hello!

He said with his signature fake smile

Chuuya- Hi..

Show host- Lovely! So we are doing a quiz this week! Some viewers sent in some questions and our two teams are going to answer them! The team that answers the most questions correctly wins!

Transition music plays as the camera focuses on the two kids.

Show host- For our first question……. What colour is a t-Rex?

Kid 1- oh! I know! Green!

Kid 2- Yea it’s green!

Show host- And that is correct! For our other team…. What is Kakorrhaphiophobia?

Chuuya look directly at Dazai, having no clue what that ment.

Dazai- the extreme and irrational fear of failure.

Show host- … correct.

Questions like these continued for the rest of the show with Dazai answering all of them correctly.

Show host- And for the final question… Name two numbers that add to ten!

Kid 2- Oh! 1 and 9!

Show host- And with that we have our winners! Team kids!

[wispering] Chuuya- so we were going to lose from the start?

Dazai- Mhm!

[wispering] Chuuya- then why did you even try?

Dazai- The camera isn’t on. Just wanted to play along.

Chuuya- WHAT?! Then why the f-

He notices the kids still by the table

Chuuya- flip are we still here?

Dazai- I just wanted to see what they would ask.

Chuuya- YOU-

Chuuya literally drags him out of the building.

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“Your message took me a while to figure out.” Todoroki said, his voice steady and calm. “Next time send more than your location.” He continued.

Without another word Todoroki ran forward taking it upon himself to fight stain, both verbally and physically. He was definitely more on the defensive, only getting in a few shots of fire.

His foot scratched the ground as he turned it to make a pillar of ice. It shot up in the nick of time only barely blocking the serrated knife.

“You’ve got good friends Ingenium!” Stain said mockingly, as a taught, almost as if saying ‘you won’t have friends after this’. It was rather threatening for someone who was being held off by a singular child.

The pattern of blocking and attacking continued,with this having gone on long enough—a spinning kick from chuuya was sent right towards stain. The impact knocked him off his feet, like a princess falling down a flight of stairs, making it easier for a pillar of ice to slam him into a tattered old wall.

Stain groaned upon the impact, some of his ribs were definitely cracked. He clutched his chest as he landed, coughing up a small puddle of red in his hand.

As if he felt nothing he rose again laughing, perhaps to distract himself or because he was fighting a group of children, half of which were only partially mobile.

Continuing his attack, Chuuya lifted the rubble from the collision and used a powerful kick to give them the same force as a blunt bullet, the rubble pierced the air, half blocked by a chipped sword and the others pummelled into Stains flesh.

“You’re strong for a wannabe hero!” Chuuya mentally cringed at the title, he was probably the furthest thing from a hero he was part of the mafia— the one that was ‘dictating’ and ‘ controlling’ Yokohama.

He sucked up his his feelings. This was for the mission.
“Shut up,” It was the only response that could save him the few scraps of his pride that still remained, having to play hero was enough, there was no way he was going to give a hero speech.

Stain stood again, u she thing his swords, the rubble-bullets falling to the ground as he began to move. He lunged forward aiming for Chuuyas vitals only for a flash of Green to block his attack.

Midoriya had only regained his mobility moments prior, focusing his quick in his legs he lunged forward reaching the fight in a matter of milliseconds. He had his handed clapped around the blade preventing any attacks, Chuuya seeing the opportunity jumped up behind Midoriya giving Stain a tornado kick to the head.

As if it had happened many time before in the past 10 minutes he slammed into the wall, this time finally, losing conciencie.

“Stay back.” Chuuya said, approaching the body.
“…” he stared at the body, long enough for the others to exchange confused glances. He swung back his leg before give a rough kick.

He watched as stains body fell limp le to the ground.
“He’s out” he turned back to the others with a hint of smugness in his tone.
“…Yea..We should get a pro,” Midoriya spoke up, in a situation like this Chuuya would suggest they don’t go to all that trouble of getting caught using their ‘quirks’ but he was dealing with a group of people who have lived their whole lives with sticks up their asses, so he remained silent.

“How unhero like of you!” Iida said resting his body weight on Midoriya. Chuuya silently stared at him, not saying a word, just a blank stare. “…”

As if in a moment of revelation Iida turned his head away in shame understanding that the last words that came out of his mouth could have been the most hypocritical thing he had ever said.

His actions dawned on him, he tried to kill someone. Villian or not, he tried to kill someone. He tried to take that law into his own hands, he was no batter than a vigilante, a criminal.

Chuuya had just finished tiring up stain with some rope he found an a corner, his eyes wondered over to Iida who was still wallowing in self pity. He had been doing this for the past 5 minutes while poor Midoriya, who was forced to hold him, had to try comfort him. He looked over to Todoroki, he was with the hero that Stain was originally targeting, just doing some basic first aid.

“Wake up, the world doesn’t revolve around you.” Iida snapped out of his pity dance and stared at Chuuya.
“Dont say that—“
“No. He can’t sit there forever and pity himself,” he turned to Iida.
“Take responsibility. It’s too late to go back.” Hopefully that would force a bit of sense back into Iida head.

The tension in the air was suffocating, they all knew what Chuuya said was right but for some reason some of them couldn’t accept it. They knew it, an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, not that Chuuya cared for the world, but they did.

Chuuya activated his ability, picking up stain as he turned to leave the ally. After a few seconds he heard the sound of footsteps follow behind him, tho much slower.

He stepped out the ally, squinting his eyes to adapt to the light, there were large fires all around caused by both nomu and a certain fire hero who acted like destroying the city was a hobby.

In front of them was someone who Midoriya recognised, Gran Torino, a brief exchange of words and kicks occurred. Things began progressing from there, both the police and pro heros were called once the magnitude of the situation was discovered. All of them needed some sort of medical attention as well as an explanation for the reason they were fighting the demoing hero killer stain.

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In the next few minutes the heros arrived along with the police, when they first arrived they all had the same overly shocked look that they had to withhold, who would have imagined that a group of first year teenagers would have detained the infamous hero killer.

“What is the meaning of this Shoto.” Endevor demanded, his arms crossed around his chests and the muscles in his face tensed. His voice scolding with no sympathy for his son who was just in a major fight.

He almost sounded as if he wanted to get to the hero killer first. Not to stop him but for the fame.

Turns out what he heard about endeavor was all true. There was concern for his son but not with the intent of a loving father, with the intent of a personal gain and to maintain public image.

Chuuya handed the hero killer over to the police, he wanted to get this over and done with a soon as possible, after all if it got out that children beat the hero killer the media would be in shambles.

Iida was getting checked up on by some ambulance workers and Midoriya always with him, Todoroki had separated from his father who was now talking to some police workers.

“Is there anyone else who has any injuries?” The medic asked, Chuuya was about to say ‘no’ but he caught something in the corner of his eye.

His head shot in that direction see a bird looking nomu with red wings flying towards them at max speed. His eyes slightly widened in shock as it sped right past him.

It shot past all of them, himself, Endevor, Todoroki, all of the police. The nomu headed strait towards Midoriya, it grabbed him with its bird like claws and began to fly away.

As Chuuya was about to chase after it he felt something on his shoulders, it was stain?

He pushed off of Chuuyas shoulders, taking a leap right to the nomu.

Moments before stain had broke through the restraints but not to escape.

Chuuya watched slightly impressed how defeated the nomu within seconds, he thought that he had beat stain enough for him to be out for a while.

He took notice of the panic that crawled onto the faces of the police as they watched stain escape, then watching them tense more as he walked closer covered in blood. He wouldn’t admit but he also did tense up a little.

He looked like he was pulled right from a horror game. Blood followed him where he walked, his eyes bloodshot and his limbs slightly contorted into unnatural positions.

With every step he felt the tension grow, the air became thicker and the stench of blood became stronger. His steps became uneven and short until he collapsed onto the ground.

He watched as the police rushed over, restraining his limp body. They called a medic over slightly concerned at the lack of response, the medic leaned down checking for any wounds. When her search proved futile she checked his pulse in a panic.

“…Hes dead,” she said, her voice trembling.

Things from there went as expected, they were taken to the hospital and scolded.

Iida by far has the worst injuries, he was whisked off on arrival to get blood transfusions while the others were taken to the same ward. All of them were checked on by a doctor, they didn’t have any serious injuries but they were required to stay. Most likely to have them spoken to all at once.

The second Iida got back from his treatment a man and a dog man entered the room with endeavor, locking the door behind them. The conversation almost sounded scripted, it was just scolding.

“Let endeavor take the credit.”

That wasn’t what Chuuya had expected to hear. Aspiring hero students just defeated hero killer stain, was that not to be celebrated? Yea they weren’t meant to use their quirks but it was self defense.

It was all so weird, they want to celebrate achievements but they hide them?

“Why?” Chuuya asked, there was no ill intent, just a genuine question. The agent stared at him, inspecting his every breath.

“Nakahara Chuuya. You are a hero student. You know that heros have a reputation to maintain. Getting out done by first year hero students would put all the hard working heros to shame. Credit should be given when due. You deserve no credit. You broke the law.”

He stated it like it was obvious. His tone both scolding and mocking, going on about ‘hard working heros’ yea that’s great and everything but how are you going to call them hard working when the hard work was done by someone else?

He honestly felt a little embarrassed for endevor, having to take credit from teenagers, his son.

“…Alright.”

Chuuya responded nothing showed in his voice but his response enough told them his feelings. They were lucky he wanted to stay out of the spotlight.

After his response the agents went silent, they gave eachother a glance before leaving.

As they left the room filled with a thick, suffocating tension.
“…I’m sorry” Iida spoke up, his head tilted down with shame and fist clenched over his knee.
“…I was just so.. mad at what he did to my brother…” he said, his eyes began to swell with tears.

Everyone stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.
“… it was very unheroic of me…” he had admitted to his mistakes, it felt strangely out of character for him, he seemed like the type of person to ignore when he’s in the wrong.

“We all make mistakes, Iida!” Clam down there Midoriya, mistake? Wanting to kill someone was a mistake? Perhaps it was a common problem out here? Maybe it was similar to the trolly problem he knew of? Was it the idea of killing the killer makes you good?

Trying to figure out their morals was like a game of table tennis, just back and forth. Regressive and forced to be progressive at the same time.

Chuuya watched as Midoriya and Todoroki conversed with Iida, they were extremely casual about it, far too casual about it. It was like Iida had opened up to them, telling them a personal struggle, he did but not in the way an average person would.

They spoke about their day, their internships, just anything other than what just happened. Maybe Chuuya was just being over the top?

Finally having had enough Chuuya excused himself to clear his head, he ended up going right to the bathrooms and into a stall.

He pulled out his ancient brick of a phone and he typed out a simple message ‘you have the wrong number.’

It wasn’t the wrong number.

‘No, this is the right number.’

The response came within seconds, it was their code. Confirmation of the first step and permission to go onto the next one.

Chuuya couldn’t help but grin at the screen, he was one step closer the getting the hell out of this hell.

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“That’s shocking. ”
Chuuya read the message knowing exactly what it ment, knowing Dazai it was a change in plan, one that would warrant him mot likely mentally preparing for an unpleasant surprise.

The end of their internships finally arrived, it was like a breath of fresh air, finally no more aimless wondering while on patrol and no more scolding and constant supervision from the Stain incident.

The others involved with the incident remained in the hospital for the majority of their internship, with Iida staying there the whole time. He was allowed out of the hospital before the end of his internship but why doctor didn’t allow him to continue with his internship, he was Harley allowed back in school.

He took his regular place in the back of the classroom, slightly missing it. During his patrol he’d seen news on Stain and half the people he walked past had the name stuck on their tongues.

he kept one ear open for any rumours involving as he sat down, a high school for aspiring heros was the perfect place for information like this to spread.

From what he understood, the port mafia would be taking the rumours and mass spreading them. With a case like this rumours are bound to appear, from what the public knew he died after his fight with Endevor, a person who would have rumours of his own soon.

The port mafia worked quick, vedeos, essays, pictures all of Stains ideology became the most viewed items on social media. People began to view heros differently, doubts began to spread and seeds of mistrust were planted and slowly being nourished.

Word spread like a wildfire, videos of Stain’s ideals became a regular sight on the news. The whole school heard word of Stains ideas, some followed his ideas and some began to debate if what they thought was normal was accatually sick and twisted in reality.

Silence momentarily hit the classroom as Todoroki walked in with Midoriya and Iida, he was the son of the hero that defeated Stain. He sat down and questions began to flood in. One of the many advantages of being the son of a famous hero

He responded to all the questions however only giving vague answers, the type that would hint at someone being uncomfortable and uninterested. Iida and Midoriya were by his side the whole time, the whole groups vibe was off and it definitely didn’t go unnoticed.

Chuuya rested his head on one hand as he looked in their direction, they seemed more mature, they had probably had questioned how much of what the hero commission said was true, all the things that had previously heard and how it all could have been false.

“How was your internship bro?” Kirishima asked, he had his usual toothy smile stuck to his face. Chuuya snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at him, he was with Mina and Kaminari.

“It was good, I definitely learnt a lot.” He said with his signature lying smile. “yours? You definitely seem stronger.” He continued.

“Haha, it was great! Real heros are so cool! But if anyone is stronger it’s them,” he said refering to the trio. Chuuya glanced over at them again then back to Kirishima, “They were there when the League Of Villians attacked, it probably gave them an idea of what being a hero is really like.”

Kirishima nodded in agreement, “Yea! Their whole vibe is really serious now! They probably got tonnes of experience now! Especially since they were close to the Stain fight!”

“I think that Stain was kinda coo- ” Kaminari realised his words and slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Not that I think being a villi—“ He was cut off by Iida
“No, his actions were for his idea of the greater good. But that does not excuse murder..” he said.

From how it sounded he was talking more about himself than Stain, he definitely thought over his actions when he was in the hospital. He was maturing and it was showing, Chuuya wouldn’t admit it but he did feel a little pride swell in his chest.

“I will strive to be the perfect hero! Class is about to begin! Take your seats!”
Chuuya felt the pride immediately fade.

Their next class was physical training with allmight, something that usually had some type of flaw or blatant favouritism involved.

He had noticed that Midoriya and allmight were oddly close, at first it felt like he was just suspicious of nothing but as time progressed he noticed secret meetings, special advice and upon further research it turns out that Midoriya had an internship with his old mentor. In the beginning he thought it was just because Midoriya was a super-fan and allmight didn’t want to disappoint but it had developed into something much more secretive than that.

Chuuya decided that keeping an eye on them would be smart.

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The class made their way to their respective changing rooms where their respective hero costumes would be waiting, upon seeing said costumes Chuuya was provided with a solid motivation to complete his mission as quickly as possible.

As per usual everyone began to change and so did Chuuya, it felt a little wierd, this is what he wore to work. He was kinda at work but it was just wierd, normally his work was more intense and short term. His costume was a daily reminder for his duty, a reminder of the place he lives, a reminder that he was in the Port Mifia. A reminder he did not belong here.

He stood out among the group of brightly dressed teenagers, he opted for darker colours (that went well together) in a more office suited style. Most often avoided it just because it was a pain in the ass to fight in an maintain. However didn’t really hinder him, he would rather fight in style then looking like a chewed rainbow crayon.

He changed into his ‘costume’ as he did he felt a slight comfort, it was one thing that stayed the same in this whole change. He was surrounded by people who would hate him, advanced technology and just a whole new environment.

As he finished changing, he looked at himself and smiled however it immediately faded as he caught sight of the costumes his classmates decided to put on.

He looked over to Shinsou, a small fear flowing through his body, seeing his hero costume could make or break his day.

He wore a black baggy body suit with some purple bands around his arms and legs. He had a similar scarf to Aizawa and a mask with some mechanical elements added.

It was far batter than whatever Midoriya had going on, it did show what type of hero he wanted to be, a hero who worked in the dark, one who worked for the sake of it. Not for the fame, not for the glory but just for people. Honestly that made Chuuya respect him a little more.

They all made their way outside to whatever abomination of a lesson Allmight had planned. Most of the time his lessons felt like advanced sports day events with quirks and obstacles.

They were told to meet by a place none of them had been to before, it was further away from the school. As they approached it bagan to look more and more like the cities from the enterance exams.

They formed a crowd around Allmight as he began the explanation, from what he described it was a rescue-race thing. He had no clue how this was ment to work , all he knew was that it would be done in groups of five and they were in a maze-labyrinth type of thing.

Chuuya absolutely hated mazes, his first encounter with one was in a game, he ended up breaking the arcade machine. He had encounter one on a mission, he just ended up breaking through the walls.

Mazes got on his last nerves, he wasn’t a patient guy to begin with and shoving him in a maze would only shorten his fuze.

Sadly damage was to be kept to the minimum however their ‘maze’ was lacking in a roof, a rather large design flaw considering that was their only obstacle.

He a was placed in the second group, Midoriya and Iida were in the first group he was genuinely interested in how it would turn out. He had seen how Midoriya had developed I. The Stain fight.

One thing did continue to confuse him, how was he able to control his quirk in they amount of time? He should have gotten that power when he was 5, he was unable to control it for his whole life but somehow he managed to do it in only a week? It wasn’t adding up.

A similar case was Aoyama, his quirk was still damaging his body even if he controlled the power output. It was almost if his power was stronger than his body or their bodies weren’t used to their quirks? That doesn’t normally happen.

He sat down behind the group to get a better view, he watched how Midoriya moved like Bakugo and he slightly laughed at the irony, he had seen it before but only noticed it now.

As he was grinning to himself at the irony of the situation a certain blond with anger issues decided to pay him a visit.

He had a pissed off look glued onto his face, he definitely noticed Midoriya copying him. He felt a small smirk creep on to his face, one which quickly faded as Bakugo began to speak.

“Come with me.” He sounded half serious half pissed off.

“…Why?” Chuuya asked cautiously, he really wasn’t interested in being the victim of his anger issues.

“Just do it.”

Chuuya expected something more, perhaps an insult or two but no. He slowly got up from where he was sitting and followed Bakugo.

The whole class was on a metal platform, it was slightly lifted above ground, it has safety railings and a large screen where the competing students could be seen.

Bakugo lead him to on of the far corners of the platform, they were a good 10 meters away from the class.

“I saw your scars.”

He said in a lowered tone, as if he were sharing a secret.

Chuuya eyes slightly widened in shock before he realised he did get changed right next to him. He took a breath to calm himself down, he hadn’t really thought of a proper excuse for them hence why he avoided them seeing seen.

All he had said so far is that he got them in an accident.

He wasn’t usually too bothered about people seeing them in Yokohama since scars were common however out there people tended to questions them.

“Right? And?”

He was going to have to stall, how the Hell was he going to explain scars that were in an obvious pattern? Some random excuse wouldn’t work.

“How did you get it.”

Bit insensitive much. As insensitive as it was he had the right idea. Of all the pro heros he has encounterd none have asked him that question. It was a sensitive topic after all.

Questions like that could mess up his mission, one wrong answer and he’s done for. Considering his background they might just dig further and that could be bad, especially if they find out about the arahabaki incident, especially since he was arahabaki.

“A quirk thing. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Heros tended to leave after that, being too insensitive becomes intrusive and too far after a while.

Chuuya turned and walked away doing his best to avoid the situation, as he was doing so he heard Bakugo scoff to himself before he too also left.

The round continued normally with Sero as the winner. The strange thing was after tho, once the rest on that team was done being congratulated Allmight turned to Midoriya and gave him a thumbs up along with a message to meet him after class.

With previous suspicions of the pair this was just solidifying it.

He was going to have to find out what this is about.

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The rest of the lesson was like any other, no unexpected interruptions but one thing kept nagging him. Midoriya and Allmight, they definitely had some kind of secret between them. He had no clue what it could be but one thing stood out, it lead to some type of favouritism. It was top secret and kept under cover, it seems even other teachers didnt know of it. Could Midoriya also be under cover but for the hero association or something?

All these wierd questions and scenarios came into his mind. He had heard Todoroki mention something about a secret love child, could it really be that? Either way it didn’t matter, any information about Allmight was just one step closer to bringing him down. And he wanted that as soon as possible.

As the lesson finished they all headed to the changing room, Chuuyas mind was full of random ideas and theories, tje whole thing could just be nothing important and he was over thinking it but it was just stuck in his head as if it were the most important thing ever.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice change back into his uniform, at a pace he couldn’t match.

“Oh, Midoriya I wanted to ask you something.” He asked in an attempt to get him to slow down.
Midoriya turned to him as he was doing up his tie.
“Oh! What is it?”
Chuuya paused for a second, he didn’t actually want to ask anything.

“Uh.. just you did great in the race. Did someone at your internship have a similar quirk?”

He watched as Midoriyas face shifted form calm to panic, he did accatually want to know more about his internship, after all it was set up by Allmight but that was too strait forward. There had to be some reason.

Midoriya paused for a second, as if he had asked something too personal but then calmed suddenly.

“No, Gran Torino is just experienced with dealing with strength quirks. But he has a quirk called jet that….” He kept on going, it should be able to stall enough time.

Right both allmight and Midoriya had strength quirks, that made sense. But something still seemed off, that sugar guy had a strength quirks but he had no special treatment. Their quirks also seemed really similar in some ways, that being it was just a strength quirk. Yes Midoriya turned into a rag doll after but there was no activation ritual or any other wierd elements.

It was obvious that there was some type of special treatment going on, he just didn’t know why.

“Oh! I should get going”

He left and Chuuya was the last person in the changing room.

He left the room a few seconds after, he turned and locked it. He made sure to keep Midoriya in sight.

As Midoriya turned the corner Chuuya began to follow. He activated his ability as to not make a sound, he wasn’t quite sure how to do this. He would usually just beat the secrets out.

He decided that the large pipes on the ceiling would do a better job keeping him hidden.

He wasn’t the sneaky kind, sometimes he thought that all of this was just one of Mori’s sick jokes but no.

Midoriya continued down that hallway, completely oblivious of his surroundings.

He stopped infront of a door, it lead to one of the many staff lounges in the school. He knocked I the door twice before calling out Allmights name, a voice called from inside telling him to come in.

This felt a little too secret, usually if a teacher wanted to speak to a student they would do so in staff room, where there would be other teachers. But no, they picked to speak in the furthest staff lounge.

It was in one of the far corners of the school on one of the higher floors, it was just inconvenient to get to so not often used.

Midoriya slid open the door and stepped inside before turning to shut it.

When Midoriya opened the door he could have swore he saw what looked like Allmight but skinnier. The voice that called out was definitely Allmight but it wasn’t adding up.

Perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him?

No. He knew what he saw. But how did that happen? Was it a side effect of his quirk?

Whatever it was it didn’t matter to him, it just made his mission a whole lot simpler. But it did add a time restriction, it was only a matter of time before the public found out.

It would obviously cause a commotion but not one as big as he wanted.

He now had plans to ruin the top 2 heros, and with the spread of Stains ideology the people were beginning to lose trust in heros, the hero commission and the government.

Perhaps it was time to get the plan fully in motion.

Chuuya shuffled himself closer to the door, he leans forward an pressed his ear to the door. He couldn’t make out much, it just sounded like muffled voices.

He looked around for a gap in the door before he noticed a vent in one of the pipes. It must have been his lucky day.

He pulled the vent out if it socket and crawled inside, before wedging it back into place.

He entered the vent using his ability as a barrier between him and the cold metal, it was full of dust which he would rather not leave clues in.

He remembered how he had to do something like this with Dazai before.

“Oww..” dazai had wacked his head on the top of the vent.

“Shut up,” he wisper shouted back

“Hmp I guess a shrimp like you doesn’t have this problem” he said playfully.

Chuuya snapped out of his flash back, thank goodness that bastard wasn’t here.

He crawled deeper into the vent, the voices becoming more defined and clear.

“Blood…… attack……”

“Yea …… about……”

“…. Gave you…. Power”

“…… what I said that day..?”

“Eat this!”

Chuuya couldn’t make out much of the conversation, but it sounded strange. He just thought that this was a favoratism meeting but it seems that they were not talking about additional lessons or anything.

What they were saying didnt make much sense, something about giving power and eating something? Are they talking about a super food or something?

He edged closer and turned the corner, he could now see the light from the room and he could hear with far less echoes.

He sat silently in the vents listening to the whole conversation, he had a feeling that something big would be revealed. He didn’t know whether it would be good to bad, the build up was definitely there. Other than the eating hair which was just strange.

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“The key is in my DNA”

“Crap does that mean the hero killer had all for one!”

Eating hair? DNA? All for one? Power?

What’s ’All for one’? it sounds like some hero propaganda or some kind of hero mindset or something? Some ‘it’s good to risk your life for multiple life’s’ or some other bullshit. But at the same time they hadn’t been lectured on it, so probably not.

Chuuya felt like the answer was right infront of him but what they were saying didnt make sense it wast like they were speaking gibberish or something. They were definitly talking about something that was supposed to be a secret but it seemed like that were taking in morse code.

“It can be transferred by force but not taken by force.”

So that were talking about something that is passed on, could it be as simple as an heirloom or was it something more complex. After all you can take most material things by force so perhaps something not material. But ‘power’ is what threw him off, how do you pass down a power?

Through DNA

Was Todoroki’s love child theory correct? No way…right? Surely the media would’ve known right…

But that could be the secret…

Chuuya sat there stunned, he had a child and the port mafia didn’t find out about it?

Before his mission he was given a detailed report on Allmight, everything about him. His family, friends, fights, places Hes visited, estemated strength, quirk anything you could think of it had. There was no mention of a child.

Chuuya clleared his head of that thought, he had no evidence, it was only a guess. He knew better than tomake baseless accusations but perhaps it wasn’t entirely wrong… He would have to keep an even closer eye on them.

He had a feeling that this might just be the biggest pain in the ass during the whole mission.

“The quirk you have now is unique”

Right, so all he understood from this is that Midoriya received a quirk well ‘power’ (from allmight?) and it is transferred through DNA and it cannot be transferred by force.

If it was from Allmight that must be the reason Allmight is weaker (and skeleton looking). So when you transfer the power you slowly begin to lose it?

This was pretty bad, if Midoriya had Allmights quirk and personal training it would only be a matter of time before he takes over for Allmight.

How the hell was he going to deal with this.

Somehow convince Midoriya to transfer it? Well he could always just kill him if it came to it.

He’d rather not kill without reason but if he is preventing the mission from being complete he will have to go.

He stayed listening to every detail as Allmight continued to explain the past of the quirk, there were a few things that managed to peak his interest. One of them being the person called ‘All For One’.

The person who caused Allmights injury and accedently started the growth of One For All.

From the sounds of it he was the one behind the forming of the League Of Villians. Perhaps getting in contact with the league would be the best plan of action but very risky. He was beginning to notice how the teachers would keep a couple extra eyes on him. Getting in contact with the League could end the mission early.

But he did find it strange, this was another thing that wasn’t mentioned in the report, surely a villain so powerful would be good to know about, right? Allmight did mention that his name was wiped from history but he’s still around surely someone has seen him or surely he had been causing trouble.

Their conversation soon came to a close with both Midoriya and Allmight leaving the area. He remained in his hiding place contemplating his next steps. This was far too much info in far too little time. The time he had for this plan to succeed was much shorter now, he definitely needed a plan.

He had featured out a rough a goal, while Allmight was still putting on his strong facade All for one would pay a visit. He would some how have to make contact with the LOV and convince them that he wasn’t some undercover for the hero association.

Chuuya kept thinking over what he should do on his way back to Aizawas place, after all he still had to figure out what to do with Midoriya. Well he knew what he had to do if it came to it but that was the a last resort.

He honestly had no clue where to even begin, hopefully a chance would just show itself but that was too big a gamble but first contact would be difficult.

He crouched down infront of the house and sighed to himself before looking to the sky and cussing out Mori in his head. That bastard! That dumb piece of shit! Him and his stupid fucking missions.

He sighed again as he stood up dusting himself off, he was a sick of this mission, he was just ready to get it over and done with. Being here made his regular job seem like a dream.

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Once he was finally done cussing out Mori and his thought-lacking ideas he entered the house and took off his shoes.

The house was like any average house, a kitchen on the right and a living room on the left. There were a couple plants in each room, mic said that they bought a little more life into the home. It was because he wanted to feel responsible for something good.

There was no noise coming from the kitchen or living room, it was strange they shouldn’t be out at this time but they could be on patrol.

As Chuuya was about to go up to his room he heard a voice call out to him,
“CHUUYA? COME HERE FOR A SEC”
Mic, his voice boomed through the house and as well as the neighbourhood. How he managed to achieve that level of noise without using his quirk was baffling.

Chuuya turned back around to the living room and peeked his head around the door frame, Mic was sitting next to Aizawa on the sofa. His hand was on the back of his head rubbing the bump that was beginning to form while also wispering an apology to Aizawa.
Chuuya looked at the scene for a moment, there were three glasses of water on the table infront of them, that was never a good sign.
“…yes?”
I’m an instant Mic fixed his posture and turned to Chuuya, Aizawa had replaced his scolding face with a more profesional tired looking one.
“Chuuya, come sit. We have something important to talk about.”
What the hell is this about? He felt his heart beat begin to quicken, it felt like it was trying to burst out of his body. He was nervous, he didn’t know why. If he was caught he would have been dealt with immediately, and that was the worst case scenario.

The only thing he could’ve hear as he walked over to the chair was his own heart beat. He was still as he sat, avoiding eye contact with both of them. He didn’t know how he felt, but he knew the feeling was wrong, even childish. He kept both of his fists clenched on his lap in an attempt to calm himself, he was keeping on his best poker face but he was convinced his heat was loud enough for a deaf person to hear.

“Calm down,”
He said as if he had heard Chuuyas heat beat, it was in that tone that Doc would use. He paused for a second and looked up towards Aizawa, almost expecting to see him again.

No. He knew what happened, he saw it.

Aizawa took his look as a sign to begin.
“Look kid, I know that you don’t want to talk about it but we need you to.”
Chuuya looked at him confused, he was expecting something he understood, not something vague.
“Talk about what?”
He was genuine , there could be hundreds of answers to that question.
“…Yokohama.”
He paused for a moment, Yokohama.
He looked at Aizawa again with a raised eyebrow.
“What do you mean…?”

Why do they want to know about Yokohama now? They had so many chances to ask him.

The confusion was most likely evident on his face as Aizawa felt it was required to continue.
“We are planning a raid in a couple months. We need all the information we can get.”

This was a problem, he had no way of convincing them Yokohama would be better with out their help but that was his only option. Anything else would only give them motivation to proceed with their invasion.

These people honestly pissed him off.

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“What do you want to know?” No question would really be a problem, after all Yokohama wasn’t a bad place.

“First off, I want to know about ‘The Sheep’.”
Chuuya eyes widened slightly, they were getting strait to the point. It was a name he hadn’t heard in a while. The name came with fond memories as well as not so fond ones, it was one he would like to forget.

Their information was out dated, the sheep was now only a name of the past. It was almost a legend in Yokohama. Acting like the sheep is still around would mess them up and make them look stupid at the same time.

Aizawas eyebrow raised at Chuuyas expression, his reaction wasn’t one of shock or fear, it was similar to how someone would react to a dead relative being mentioned.

“…the sheep? What do you want to kno-“
“Do you know them, Personally?”

Aizawa cut him off, something he had done had given it away. His tone changed, he sounded more concerned yet somehow also scolding. He leans forward in his chair, expecting an answer.

Chuuya stayed silent for a moment, he absolutely could not tell them about his past position in the sheep, it was an automatic death sentance. But avoiding the question would just keep the questions coming.

“The sheep is just a group of orphan children in the slums rhyming to survive.”

Aizawa raised another eyebrow in question.

“So do you know them personally.”

His tone told a sudden turn, it was far more demanding. Evading the question more would give them their answer.

Mic placed a hand on his back, along with a silent ‘calm down’.

Chuuya glanced to the side hoping to see a hole in the ground he could jump in. He didn’t want to answer that question. The room was dead silent waiting for his answer, enough to not make him want to speak normally.

“…Yes. When I lived in the slums I was part of the sheep…”

His voice came out as a mumble, one that sounded more pissed on than anything. Both of them stayed silent perhaps processing what he said or they didn’t know what to say. Mic opened his mouth to say something g but quickly closed it.

“We were just children trying to survive.”

Anymore silence would’ve killed him, besides anyone with a gram of empathy would understand his answer. They were just children trying to live, yes what they did was wrong but were they supposed to sit there and die.

“…Are they not a dangerous gang?”

Aizawa was still under the impression that The Sheep were holding the whole of Yokohama hostage. At the moment it was shining that they got their information from a spy, no one from Yokohama would complain about being separate from the rest of Japan.

“We had to do petty theft to survive. We didn’t want to. We wanted to be normal children.”

That was a lie, they were constantly at war with the port mafia. Many died because of it but that was all in the past.

Aizawa, for the first time, picked up the note book in front of him and began to write. He was taking note of Chuuyas answers before flicking to a mind map. It looked like one of those detective boards in movies, names of organisations connected to events connected to people. He began crossing out some of the bubbles then hesitated at one of the larger ones. His face shifted to a serious expression as he looked towards Chuuya.

“…What about ‘The King Of The Sheep’?”

Chuuya was all too familiar with that name, it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“We need to know as much as possible about him.”

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Chuuya paused again, he knew they knew of The King Of The Sheep but he never expected it to be one of their main concerns. If they thought their biggest fight was going to be against a younger, weaker version of himself then that had another thing coming.

If they had concerned about ‘The King Of The Sheep’ then they definitely aren’t prepared enough.

“Be more specific.”

Aizawa thought for a moment before flicking to one of the pages, after a moment he faced back to Chuuya.

“He’s an ability user, correct?”

“Yes,”

“What is his ability?”

Chuuya was trying Hes best not to pull any faces, it was ironic, the whole situation. They were questioning him about himself while being completely ignorant to it.

“I don’t know, but he can pick up buildings and shit. Might be some super strength or something.”

Chuuya shrugged trying to tell them that he was completely uninterested at the topic and they should change it.

Aizawas eyes widened, even All Might couldn’t pick up buildings. Is this how strong ability users are, if so they have bees severely underestimated.

He could barely keep the smug grin off his face, yes he could pick up small buildings but not with pure strength. He didn’t know of an ability user the could. The look on Aizawas face spoke for itself, he looked borderline mortified.

Aizawa immediately flipped to an empty page of the notebook before scribbling something down, Chuuya could only guess it was a warning for other heros. Whatever shit he was writing down was none of his concern.

The questions kept coming until late into the night, they asked about everything. Black markets, ability users, justice systems, schooling, hospitals and anything else you could think of.

Chuuya was bigining to wonder when it would dawn on them that Yokohama was a completely normal city, just less advanced. They had their own justice system, police force and even an detective agency. Yes there was the darker side but it was part of the system. It keeps everything in balance. It was something their society needed.

Aizawa looked to the watch in his wrist and took notice of the time, it was getting late. He thought back if he had any important topics they hadn’t talked about yet and one thing came to mind, The Port Mafia. It was relatively new information to them but it was far older and more developed than The Sheep.

“There’s only a few more questions.”

He flicked onto a page that looked like it was dedicated to The Port Mifia, it had the name in bold letters at the top with bullet points coming down.

“How does The Port Mifia work?”

They were saving the most difficult topic for last, from the looked on their faces they didn’t expect to get much. They’d assumed that The Port Mafia was something the average citizen would hardly know of. It seemed like he was going to be their main source of information on the port mafia.

“Like internally? Don’t know.”

“Do you know how strong they are?”

Chuuya paused for a moment putting on a thinking face.

“The Executives are about as strong as The King.”

That was a lie, Dazai was weak as fuck, physically. It was the easiest way to tell them, with their one-way brains they would think the Port Mifia values strength over everything. That was the furthest from the truth, if it was he would be an executive by now, as much as he hated to admit it the executives were smart, really smart.

Aizawas eyes shot open as soon as the words came out his mouth, he turned to face mic who already had comically wide eyes faced in his direction.

“How many executives are there?…”

“Like…5?”

Himself, Kyōko, Dazai, Q and… Verlaine.

… He and Daizai together were strong enough to be 2 Chuuyas… right?

“…shit…” Aizawa muttered to him self.

“Do you know about how the rankings work?” Mic finally spoke up, he had need quiet the whole time. It was very out of character, Aizawa probably told him to keep his trap shut.

“Uhh.. don’t know. It’s something like boss, Executive then lackeys or something.”

Aizawa sighed as he flicked to the page where he was taking notes, he lifted a hand to his head as he wrote down ‘delay?’ Next to the meeting notes.

“Thanks, there’s a meeting later in the week you might have to attend, hopefully not but some people insist on interrogating children.”

He spoke that last bit through gritted teeth, he had clearly had a fight with someone with a rust metal pipe stuck up their ass.

“Mhm.”

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“Oh yea.. don’t forget finals are coming up.” Oh yea, finals, it was more annoying than stacks of paperwork. He wasn’t doing bad grade wise, he was in to top half of the class, around 9/20. He was start in to get a hang of how their grades work. Even if it was all going to be abandoned in a few months.

The next day in class Aizawa gave that exact same reminder, the whole class was desperate to do well. It was similar to the sports festival in a way, if they did bad they would have to miss out on a trip, and just to rub salt on the wound they would be doing extra lessons.

Noticeably, a few students bagan to panic, Mina and Kiminari looked at eachother like failing was carved into their destiny. Some students just figured out their study plans.

“….uya”

“Chuuya?”

Shinso calling out to him

“Yea”

“Your coming too right?”

“To what?”

“The study session at Momo’s place.”

Why would he be there? 

“Wh-…when?”

“Over the weekend.”

Normally it would be a hard no but recently he noticed both Mic and Aizawa keeping a spare pair of eyes on him, he had no clue why. It gave him chills.

There was no reason for him to go apart from getting away from the eyes, they were just becoming more suffocating by the day. He couldn’t place a feeling on the eyes either, they were almost examining him. It was the type of look that pierced into your skull. And he couldn’t think of a reason for that either.

“I got nothing better to do.”

Only an hour later word was spreading that the practical exam would be similar to the entrance exam. They would be fighting robots, for some reason it was getting their hopes up.

As if the top school in the country would allow their exam to be leaked. Even the schools in Yokohama would change the exam if it got leaked.

It was none of his business though, it would be better for him if they failed. A few less heros to deal with in the future.

Though one thing still hung in the back of his mind, it was like crying baby on a bus, it was what Dazai had said to him. That ‘surprise’ he was talking about was yet to come. It honestly kept him on edge knowing that one of his freaky surprises was right around the corner, it felt like waiting g for a death sentence…

Three weeks later they had finished their written exams (with no surprise from Dazai), he was confident he didn’t do bad. He was getting a hang of all the random ballshit hero-history they were teaching.

Not much had happened. So much so that it was becoming suspicious, the league didnt do any random shit and even the eyes become less intense.

He was almost becoming convinced that the league was going to be their practical exam with how quiet they were.

But no.

The sun was beating down on them, like a warning from what was coming. Everyone seemed exhausted yet relaxed some even cheering that the hard part was over, they were leisurely talking about whatever crossed their minds.

Most of them had been focused on the written exams, some hardly training for the practical exam. For some reason they were still under the impression that they would only have to fight a couple robots.

They began to come up toward the venue where they would be meeting for the practical exam. Midoriya was the first to point out what was on everyone’s mind, why were there multiple teacher?

At that point about everyone had caught on the implications. The exam had something to do with teachers. The within seconds smiles were whipped from a few faces (the ones who didn’t train) only to be replaced by what could only be described as a look of hope towards the gods.

He looked towards the roster of teachers, there was about a 2:1 one ratio of students to teachers, it would be exact if there was one more teacher.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was missing, it was the one who wanted to jump out the sky to do a flashy entrance while shouting at the top of his lungs “I am here!”

“Gather round. As you’ve probably figured your exam will be against the teachers. You will be in groups of two fighting against a teacher. It’s been predetermined who you are paired with and which teacher you are against. I’m assuming there’s no questions… good.”

Aizawa was explaining like it was past his bedtime, in all fairness he did come back late from a meeting the night before.

He began to read off the pairs he was paired up with the bug boy, koda. He hadn’t really spoken to him before.

That seemed to be the case with most pairs, very few had worked together before and with some there were some obvious differences.

The only exception was Mina and Kaminari, but that was dumb and dumber against a rat with an IQ quirk or some shit.

Their fight with thirteen was in an inside setting, it was well planned. Kodas quirk was be pretty much useless and if Chuuya broke one too many pullers the whole thing would come crashing down. Looks like no rubble bullets for him.

Lucky for them they were second to last. Chuuya tried talking plans a moment before but Koda was a man of very few words. All the planning was pretty much whatever chuuya said. Not that it was a problem.

It was pretty much bug boy distracts then Chuuya goes in. Thirteen was going to be a tough opponent, if he gifted both feet off the ground for even a second he could lose, they’d seen him always using his legs in fights.

It was going to be annoying, not that he couldn’t throw a punch he just preferred to use his legs.

It looked cooler if he had his hands in his pockets.

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So far all the results as expected, most passed the exam but with no surprises dumb and dumber acted like they were on a reality TV show, they were running around like headless (brainless) chickens. If they got marked for entertainment they would have passed with flying colours. In their defensive IQ rat only delt them one choice.

Sero and Shinsou’s exam had been going on for about 20 minutes now, they had tried to leave but Midnight had her sleeping gas right be the exit.

They were crouched behind a rock, sweat dripping down their faces. They only had a few minutes to pass the exam and they had made no progress.

The camera began to zoom into Shinsou, they were discussing what to do, from the looks of it Shinsou had come up with some kind of last effort, while Sero had anxiousness plastered to his face he agreed.

With only 7 minutes left to go they made a final effort to take down Midnight. Sero was shooting his tape randomly, she was too far and he couldn’t get too close or he would be out cold.

He looked exhausted, his tape was hardly reaching her now and if it did it never stuck, yet he kept trying.

Their time was running low and quick, they only had a minute left. Sero was barely dragging by, he was barely even standing.

Nezus voice was projected throughout the fake city.

“Time up! Neither of you pass!”

Midnight sighed with her hands on her hips “Finally.. you pu-“

She stoped in place unable to move, as she did so Shinsou came out from his hiding place and put the hand cuffs on her before going up to Sero to give him a high five (and support).

“Shinsou and sero both pass with 13 seconds remaining!”crackled from the real speakers.

Midnight, now out of Shinsou’s control, had a dumbfounded look glued to her face. You could almost hear her thoughts ‘did I really fall for that when there’s a huge timer right behind me?’

It was now time for Chuuya and Koda vs Thirteen, they both entered the building, it was huge. It was as big as 2 maybe even 3 profesional athletic tracks.

It looked like it was a maze, it was one story and the roof looked like it could collapse any minute now.

Thirteen was stationed by the exit, they had to somehow get through the maze and get past them in under half an hour. It was like Aizawa wanted them to fail.

Chuuya sighed as he watched the timer begin. He took the lead into the maze, right, right dead end. Left, right , right, left, right dead end. Dead end. Dead end.

Turn after turn after turn all led to nothing, he mumbled a few curses before throwing a hand into his hair.

“What the hell! Son of a bitch!”

They had been in this maze for only a few minutes and it was already testing his patience. No wonder Aizawa wanted him in some rickety old shabby maze.

Koda behind him was nervously fiddling with his fingers, Chuuyas turned to him.

“Do you have any idea how to get out of here.”

Koda remained silent but pointed over to somewhere on the ground, Chuuya looked over and he saw nothing.

“Hu?”

He began to look closer and he saw a get ants crawl into a tiny gap in the wall.

“They know the was out?”

Koda slightly nodded.

“Great.”

Koda took that as an ok, he crouched down right by where the ants where entering the gap and began to whisper. What he was saying sounded like it was not even a real language.

But eventually enough one by one a large group of ants fromed, crawling out of their hiding place and formed a line as they slowly marched their way through the maze.

They were dead slow but it was far better than aimlessly wondering into dead ends and almost having an existential crisis. Now that the maze was figured out the only thing left to do was to capture thirteen or escape.

Escaping would be near impossible, with a quirk like that not much could get past, it would just pull them right back. Fighting would be annoying too but far less annoying than becoming a yo-yo, or mince meat in a void.

Chuuya looked at the watch on his wrist, 16 minutes had passed and they had been with the ants for 5. They shoul be getting close to the exit soon.

“I’m going to fight, I need you to get the handcuffs on them.”

Chuuya handed over the handcuffs and Koda looked like he had been asked to just off a 12 story building but he still slowly nodded. It was a mystery how he could speak to bugs better than humans when he was scared of both.

Soon the ants scurried off back into the tiny gaps in the foundation of the hall, above them was a gleaming red exit sign pointing to go forward. It seemed so uncanny, almost like an abandoned hospital or something of the sort.

“Hide as soon as you see them, be as quiet as possible.” Chuuya whispered to Koda.

Chuuya activated his ability and soon Koda was covered in a red hue, his footsteps were silent and body felt the lightest it ever had.

Chuuya confidently walked out into the empty hall infront of it, at the end was a large open garage door, the type you would see in a warehouse. And in the middle of hall stood thirteen.

The hall was practically held up by pillars with the roof being around 10ft, there were plenty of hiding spots for Koda.

Chuuya slowly stepped forward, allowing his footsteps to echo in the room. He stopped once he was a good distance from Thirteen.

He stared, neither of them wanted to make the first move, the one who did would lose the upper hand.

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After a few more seconds of nothing, Chuuya made the first move. He sent a kick aiming directly for their head but he was quickly blocked by their right arm, Thirteen was slightly knocked off balance as they pointed towards him.

Chuuya delt the pressure of the void pulling him in, the only thing keeping him grounded was his ability. He did the same for Koda who was now hidden, he increased the gravity it just enough to stop him from flying away into an endless void.

Thirteen understood that if they wanted to capture Chuuya they would have to get him off his feet, which was no easy task.

“Give up already?” Chuuya questioned with a mocking tone and a slight smirk.

Thirteen remained silent as they ran into a slide tackle, which Chuuya barely stepped out the way of.

The worst thing about this fight was that jumping was a habit, one that was hard to retune. He had to constantly remind himself to keep on the floor.

He kissed his teeth as he realised this might be a little more annoying they he initially thought, Aizawa had read him like a book. It pissed him off.

Thirteen lifted themself from the ground while going in for another leg sweep, this time Chuuya retaliated kicking their leg in return, similar to a low muai Thai kick. With just a little more force thirteen was knocked of their feet as their body hit the ground.

Chuuya sent a punch flying their way only for his fist to hit the floor, thirteen rolled over to the side and activated their quirk, making Chuuya slightly stumble before he steadied himself under his ability.

Thirteen took a few cautious steps back before strengthening the force, the pillars holding up the roof began to crumble as they were sucked in. Chuuya awkwardly ducked out the way of the flying rubble, he took a glance at the timer, 7 minutes. He was going to have to deposit this up.

A red hue encased the rubble as it was sent towards thirteens arm at inhumane speeds. it moulded around their arm like an uncomfortable cast.

As a futile attempt they tried to shake it off, their quirk became more difficult to control by the second. Controlling the vacuum of space on a fingertip with an immobile arm was near impossible.

They were forced to deactivate their quirk and resort to hand to hand combat, something Chuuya was pretty confident in.

Chuuya was now within an arms reach as he sent a right hook to their face, Thirteen lifted their immobile arm to block only for the stone to shatter, his punch went right to their arm. The crack he heard after told him all he needed to know.

Thirteen tools a few steps back to regain their composure but they felt something crawl up their arm. They looked back to see a colony of ants, they formed a tower from the floor and latched onto their other  arm, holding them in place.

They tried to shake their arm away but with no success. Within a matter of seconds Chuuya pinned them to the ground as Koda secured their wrists in the handcuffs.

“Chuuya and Koda, you both pass!”

Chuuya glanced over at the timer where it was paused at  3 minutes 27 seconds, then he glanced back over to the missing pillars.

“We should probably get out before the roof collapses.” He stated bluntly, you could see Koda recoil slightly.

Chuuya activated his ability as thirteen lifted off the ground, he did feel kinda bad, maybe breaking their arm was a it uncalled for…

Right as they exited the building it collapsed, Koda had nervous sweat dripping fight down his forehead as he watched it tumble.

All the exams were done, only 4 people failing, Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and Sato, though they were still allowed on the trip, to their surprise as well.

In the midst of their celebration Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari invited the whole class to go shopping. They were going to get ‘Summer essentials’ or something of the sort.

They were all talking about the random stuff they wanted to get, swimsuits, shoes, clothes practically everything. There was one thing Chuuya wanted to get his hands on, a nice bottle of wine. It had been ages.

But there was no chance of him getting any. Yet in two weeks time he found himself sitting on the bench outside the wine store watching at people entered and exited. He had nothing else to do.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t been in this busy of a place for a while but it felt tense, like there was something watching.

The soft buzz of his phone snapped him out of his trance, he took it out to check the number, Dazai. Finally after more than a month of radio silence now he decides to speak up?

‘133 ♡’ what the hell does that mean? Why is there a heart? What the hell was this creep trying to do? Why is he speaking in numbers?!

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Chuuya brushed it off as one of his usual antics but he had never randomly texted while he was on the mission. It was odd it didn’t even mean anything. ACC? No that didn’t even stand for anything significant. A one letter word followed by two three letter words? There were enough combinations to keep him guessing for the next year. And he’d rather not be trying to decode some random bull shit Dazai sent him.

He attempted to sweep it to the back of his mind as he tried to go back to his people watching, he noticed a get bottled of of wine he attempted to get his hands of before, it was a fancy one that had to get imported from Europe, perhaps he would stop by once his mission is complete.

A few moments later Shinsou, Kaminari, Tsyu and Mina came back from their ‘emergency coffee trip’, Mina insisted she would fade away without it.

“Here,”Shinsou handed him a black coffee, Mina had insisted that he had to have one too (despite him not asking for one).

“I saw this super cute shop on the way, we Have to check it out!”

And with that they were dragged away, almost a cross the whole building,

Despite all this the feeling of eyes never stopped, he himself was a pretty convinced it was because of crowds.

The feeling only disappeared when the Shopping Centre was forced to close, Midoriya ran into a Villian, one from the league, the one with blue hair.

As random as it sounded he was forced to listen to crusty vent.

He had complained about getting completely outdone

by the hero killer, he was infuriated that his special attack with nomus and everything was publicly the responsibility of the hero killer, which was surprisingly his main concern, but it was perfect. He was craving attention, and if he obtained it right after the Stain situation it would be like the straw that broke the camels back.

He would put in this dramatic show of his strength and society would crumble (hopefully). When he actually thought it fully it sounded like an evil plan from a cartoon villain. Sadly he also felt like one.

It was only a few weeks later when they were on the long awaited trip, both class 1A and 1B would spend the next week or so in a camp in the woods. It was pretty far out from any cities and private my owned.

It was already part way through the summer, right now they were all stuffed in to a humid bus. The last place anyone would want to be.

The camp they were staying at should be closed by, the training camp was petty much regular school but in a different place and more quirk training. Perfect for doing info gathering, though from what he could tell Allmight wouldn’t be there.

Chuuya idly slumped back into his seat, he needed to figure out how to speed this mission up. He had plenty of time to complete it. But finding opportunities was like finding a needle in a haystack.

All he needed was allmight to get into a big fight, then he would step in beat the shit out of him then watch society unfold from the side lines.

“Off the bus.” Aizawa said in his usually groggy voice.

Thy had stopped on a ledge that overlooked a forest below them, in the distance there looked to be a cabin.

Soon, a car pulled up and out came two women dressed as cats, they exchanged greeting with aizawa before they introduced the selfs.

“Your feline fantasies are here! Say meow! Purr-fectly cute and cat-like girls! You can call us the wild wild pussy cats!” They twirled around eachother like dizzy drunks while chanting their Wikipedia introduction.

They were the heros that would be helping them during their summer training, apparently they were a well established-four-person rescue team founded many years ago (though Midoriya gained himself a slap for saying that).

One of the lady’s welcoming face was replaced my a mischievous smirk, she turned to face the forest then pointed out the dot of a cabin.

“The current time is 9:30 in the morning, if your quick you might make it for noon.”

She crouch down to the ground and the land began to deform, with no further warning they were thrown down into the forest, at least all they had to do was walk in a strait line.

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The walk to the camp was horrible to say the least, their simple path was strayed off many times, when fighting the earth goblins or whatever they were. Not to mention the heat, for some reason it was far warmer here than in Yokohama, he was almost ready to roll over and let the sun take him to the other side.

That wasn’t the case for the others though, a mix of all day in the sun and overusing their quirks ended up to be a match made in hell. They decided to go out of their way to destroy earth giants, even if it could be avoided.

By the time they reached the cabin it was well past midday, close to noon, everyone looked at least a little messed up, himself included. Destroying moving clumps of dirt was bound to get messy. But they looked like they had spent the past week rolling around in mud while getting pelted with rocks.

They were all ready to give up for the night as they were greeted by the teachers (Aizawa), who seemed tired of waiting for them for some reason.

“You did better than I expected! Especially you four!” She said pointing her clawed had to Midoriya, Todoroki, himself and Bakugo.

She bagan doing her dizzy drunk twirls around them, her arms flailing around.

“It maked me want to groom you myself!” She said, exitment clouding any reason she had left. A cold chill ran down his spine as he slowly backed away.

Aizawa who had noticed this began, “Get your bags from the bus, after that food, baths then you can sleep.”

Thankfully their day was pretty much done, they all grabbed their bags off the bus and made their way to the dorms.

Girls and boys were separate, the boys dorm was a room, about the size of their classroom with futons laid down on the floor in neat rows.

Chuuya, feeling slightly drained by the events of today, dumped his bag in the room and took a little look around, he did a quick check around the rooms and under the bedding. Under his bed he found nothing at first glance but after giving it a tap down he noticed some of the wood was different than the rest. Same colour, different texture, not the type of texture Chang you would see in flooring, it was a little soft.

He tried pushing on it harder but it made no change. Right as he was about to activate his ability Kaminari burst through the door.

“Chuuya! Bro, the foods so good you got to try this!”

The others were already there, crying tears of joy, savouring their first (and only) relaxing meal. He had to admit the food was good, back in Yokohama he cooked for himself, nothing extravagant but he tried (better than shitty Dazais cooking).

He found cooking peacefull, it was surprisingly one of the only calm moments in his life. And if Dazai came over to be annoying he would settle down once Chuuya offered him food.

The rest is the day passed in a blur, the only conscious thing he did was go to the baths later than the others, and then again he was still in a daze.

His mind was still caught up on the wood, it could be shit flooring but better safe than sorry, besides Dazais surprise had been taunting him for the past months and his random message wasn’t just fanning the flames.

He let out a deep sigh as he made his way up to the dorm drying his damp hair with a towel. He opened the door to see some idely chatting while others were asleep.

Everyone was ready for lights off, including himself. He would just check out that thing tomorrow. They had a tough day ahead of them, waking up at stupid o’clock and training sounded like one of Dazais torture methods.

The only saving grace was the pay-check afterwards.

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By 5:30 am all of them were up and out of bed, having to wake up this early was torture, the waking up itself was hardly bareable but the knowledge of the training they would have to endure was worse.

He was going to attempt to wake up early to examen the wood, the idea was far fetched in itself but his patience was running out. Trying to get clues of Dazais plan was like trying to find a grain of sugar in sand.

It was probably nothing, so he brushed it off to the back of his mind for now. Today’s training was all that was on his mind now.

He had been on this mission for months now, the most progress he made a figuring out Allmight was weakened. Than again that just acted as I time limit, one that was dangerously close to running out.

It was too early to be thinking about this. Aizawas had them doing some crazy-personalised-quirk-training.

He had chuuya lifting boulders with his ‘quirk’, he was under the impression he had some kind of time limit, one that shortens with heaver yet objects. In reality this wasn’t really a problem, atleast he wasn’t rolling down hills for motion sickness like another with a gravity quirk.

As well as this he would have to fake his headaches, but that wouldn’t be hard with explosions in the background.

He looked to the side and watched as Ururaka tumbled down the hill while looking half dead. He silently thanked that he had an ability, not a quirk.

There was a slight problem for the future though, one of that cats had a quirk that allowed them to know everything about someone. He had no idea how well that quirk worked on him, but if it did he might as well be caught.

The whole day was spent doing the training and that alone, well it was supposed to be. Doing that would be wasting time, to save some he would wonder around the grounds when no one was looking, sometimes even physical training.

Looking around the grounds came from a thought of his, after all that had happened over the past months there was no way the villains would sit back and relax now. He didn’t care what they wanted form class 1A or why they were even targeting them in the first place but he wasn’t too interested in fighting someone with a common goal.

After a while everyone became focused on their own task, by this time Chuuya had snuck off a little more into the forest. There was this cool kick he wanted to try out, he saw it in a street proformance back in Yokohama.

He could have been a dancer or a marital artist but he managed to spin about 2 or 3 maybe 4 times, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that it packed a punch.

As ha practice on a tree he heard something, he turned to the bushes and squinted at the red cap in the distance.

“I can see you.”

He saw the figure jump slightly before coming out of his hiding place with a sour expression, it was the kid that kicked Midoriya in the balls on the first day.

“ What do you want?” Chuuya asked

The kid looked at him, his eyes narrowing,

“What are you doing?” He asked coldly.
“Why are you not with the others?” He continued.

“…” Chuuya stared at him blank let for a second,
“I got bored. I’m taking a break.” He responded,

“Why? Dont you want to be a hero” he put emphasis on ‘Hero’ in a mocking tone.

He stared at the kid again, a little surprised this time, it’s not everyday you hear someone make fun of heros in a brainwashed society. Chuuya smirked at him.

“Keep that attitude, it micha save you one day.”

He took that as his que to leave as the kid shouted at him to wait. He didn’t look back.

Ha had been in the forest for a little too long, the shy now had an orange tint and they were called back to the cabin. They were cooking for themselves, which shouldn’t have been a surprise but for some reason was.

He was put on cutting duty after he said he wasn’t to experienced in the kitchen. He was pretty good with knifes, it was something he picked up in the slums. He didn’t use them now, but it did bring back some memories with the sheep.

He did notice the kid staring at him, not at him but deep into his soul. He may have taken his worms to heart.

After this his anticlimactic day was put to a quick end with him going to sleep, yet still somehow not managing to escape the horror of Dazai and what ever the fuck he was playing at.