What was reflected in the mirror was almost alien.
UA’s Hero Course was incredibly intense so it lead to even the weaker in the class to develop their bodies. You’d be hard pressed to find anyone in it who didn’t have some sort of abs or body builder muscles. It didn’t sound all that bad... but when you were a still growing 14 year old kid, it definably impacted how you saw yourself.
Body image aside, my muscles had grown quite a bit from the first day. Both Gunhead and Mirko accelerating that along to the point that I was noticeably built while wearing anything less than baggy.
It helped with the Hero look, as they were traditionally seen as better and stronger than the average person as they dedicated their lives to protecting them. I also knew for a fact that it made me more handsome overall, even while still being a kid, it was better to be buff than scrawny.
Not that any of that really mattered, no one was after a relationship when being a Hero was more rewarding and time consuming. That and the inherent risk a Hero’s significant other would be in by any Villain wanting revenge was too high for most to be comfortable with early into their career.
And all of us had barely started. We couldn’t even call ourselves Heroes until getting a Provisional Hero License, a difficult exam to pass starting in about a month.
It was always half challenge half show-off on whether or not you pass. They wanted Heroes that could save a life just as much as one that could be a public figure.
Even more now that All Might has retired I’d guess.
Checking the mirror again, I looked back over my bulky form.
I hadn’t had the training all the others did before even making it into UA as I’d made the choice only two weeks before it. It caused my upper body to be a bit slimmer and less toned than the others, while my lower body was more impressive due to Mirko’s heavy focus on it. They were starting to balance out a bit thanks to Gunhead martial arts working with the whole body.
My core was well shaped, though jut the slightest bit off thanks to crack like scaring covering my stomach. A relic form whatever event left me an orphan in the first place, and just behind it, the core region my Quirk work through, or my core as I had come to call it.
Ever since waking up after the camp, it has felt different. Like it’s got a bit of a spin to it, or at the very least, some extra movement working around in there.
The scarring has been there as long as I could remember, and as I explained, happened before I came to this orphanage. Apparently there was a cover up of whatever situation lead to it, and one of the last know people who could have told me was dead.
I only knew this much at all due to some TV program taking it up to research for their show. I wasn’t mentioned by name, but they were more than thrilled to tell the story.
Normally, no one would care for some orphan, but my situation was different.
There were next to no leads, and some obvious suppression of the news of the event, but even then there should have been a report of who died. Unfortunately, as reported by the rescue service that showed up that day, there were no bodies to check. Whatever had happened wiped all for of identification in a large enough area that there was no definitive way to know who I was.
At first, I had been curious, but now all I felt was a mild interest in the subject. I had grown from a lost child to my own person, and a Hero at that, so it was only natural that I look to the future, and let the past die out truly.
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I had finished reading a book, something I had started before all this drama started kicking up, and spent a bit mulling over my identity as a Hero.
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It was definitely obvious that I took... inspiration from Mirko, but that was something I was proud of. And while that might shape the view of me the public would craft, it was only second to my Quirk and it’s usage.
My style was similar to Mirko’s as I took to bouncing around the place at speed for a lot of things, but there would be differences as my Quirk grows and my move set expands. It’s how Heroes with similar Quirks like All Might and Midoriya differentiate themselves, or the wild wild pussycats from the camp having wildly different Quirks to stand out individual.
In my case, the only move I had was less a move and more general utilisation, pulling objects towards myself. How I use it did make a difference but not to the level of being it’s own move, and even if I thought of one as its own move, there would have to be some use to it.
For example, that move I pulled of against the Villain didn’t really qualify. I more or less just shouted something out in the moment like most Heroes seem to do, but move itself, with a bit of refining, was only useful for getting out of a tricky situation when I’m pinned or the like.
So more of a utility than deserving of a Name.
It still needed some work but a named move was just as important of your image as it was for your arsenal.
UA would cover that for me though, as it was exactly the type of thing they would work their student through. In fact, I heard talk about it happening some time this semester.
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I was scrolling through my phone to pass the time when someone knocked on the door. No one ever bothers me when I’m locked away in my room like this, so it was somewhat surprising.
Though not nearly as surprising as who was standing behind it.
I was greeted with a face full of Aizawa, hair tied back and glaring a bit as usual. I only remembered a moment later to let him into the room.
“That won’t be necessary.” He stated. “I’m just here to inform you of your admittance to a dormitory on UA grounds.”
“I’ve already talked to the orphanage head, and I assume there’s no issues with you moving in for easy access and such. All the relevant information is in this note here.”
Aizawa handed me a plain envelop, the UA seal on the outside showing it’s importance.
He left soon after, and I was left reading over the contents of the letter. The plan was to move each and every student of 1-A into one building for easy access to facilities, and for those facilities to access us as well I’d wager. This was either a response to the constant threats, the little rescue mission we pulled off, or both.
I’d guess a bit of both.
Well, they wanted us in within the next few days, so I should probably prepare and pack up.
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A new building stood on campus at UA, twenty minutes away from the main school building, named ‘Heights Alliance’. All of 1-A had managed to make it, meaning they all managed to get permission from their parents.
“First thing’s first, Class 1-A”, Aizawa announced at the front steps of the building, “We couldn’t be more glad that you’re all safe and sound, back together again.”
“Looks like everybody got permission, huh?” said Sero.
Toru sighed, “I had to fight tooth and nail for it…”
“That’s what you’d expect normally…” Jiro commented.
“Yeah, I mean, you two were directly affected by the gas.” added Ojiro.
“We’re glad you’re okay too, sensei!”, said Asui, “While we were watching the press conference, we were so sad that you might not be with us anymore!”
“……I’m surprised too. Well… a lot’s happened, kids.”
“Now then…! I’m going to be giving you all a brief explanation of how the dorms will work. But before that… we need to address how we’ll be moving forward to acquire the Provisional Licenses we’d planned to get at the lodge.”
Right… that’s the next thing we’re all working towards.
“Oh yeah I totally forgot!!”
“Far too many things have happened since then, it slipped my mind entirely…”
Aizawa continued, “This is important, so listen up.”
“Todoroki, Kirishima, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, and Ida. On that night, you five headed to that place to rescue Bakugo.
“And judging by your reactions, you all knew full well that they intended to do so. Up until now I’ve been shelving things left and right, but let me say this clearly. Had all might not been forced to retire, then save for Jiro and Hagakure, I would have expelled every single one of you.”
“The five who went go without saying, but the 13 who knew about it but didn’t stop it wouldn’t have gotten away scot free either. Whatever reason you may have had, it doesn’t change the fact that you betrayed out trust. So I’d be grateful if you restore that trust by going through the proper channels and Hero-ing legally.”
“That is all! Now let’s go inside. And with a spring in tour step.”
Once Bakugo of all people brought everyone’s mood up using Kaminari after that reveal, everyone made their way inside.
The first floor was quite luxurious, though not that surprising coming from U.A. and there were a few different areas for people to gather for either food or entertainment. Couches around a TV, a kitchen, that sort of thing.
“It’s a class to each building, the right side is for the girls and the left is for the boys. The first floor is co-ed space. The mess hall, baths, laundry stuff and the like are here.” Explained Aizawa
“The dorms are located on the second floor up. Each of those floors has four rooms, for a total of five floors each individual room, meanwhile, is outfitted with air conditioning, a toilet, a fridge, and a closet.”
“It’s pretty luxurious.”
“The rooms will be laid out as we saw fit. All of the luggage we had you send us beforehand should be in your respective rooms. For the time being, go get your stuff set in your rooms. I’ll explain what we’ll be doing next tomorrow.”
“You are dismissed.”
“Yes Sensei!!!”
Well... guess I get to unpacking then.
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