Against my usual thoughts, U.A. isn't academically hard per se. Maybe I'm not the one to talk, but it's fine—we're finally getting to the good part. But first... a little break.
I sit down at a cafeteria table with Kirishima, Denki, Jiro, and Mina, placing my tray before settling in. They're seemingly starting to like each other, their conversation lively and light, but honestly, it doesn't interest me. Not yet.
They eat as they talk. I watch them, curious, more interested in their manners than the topic of their discussion. Mina and Jiro are naturally more elegant—both using chopsticks with practiced grace, chewing in silence before joining the conversation.
By contrast, Denki and Kirishima eat like starving wolves. Food vanishes from their trays at alarming speed as they talk mid-bite, loud and messy. Jiro looks visibly disturbed by their lack of table etiquette, but Mina? She laughs, unfazed, genuinely enjoying the chaos.
With lunch nearing its end, I quietly place a hand on my plate, absorbing everything of value—nutrients, proteins, fibers—leaving only the dry, tasteless remnants behind.
"WOAH!"
I hear Kirishima's voice burst out, and when I look, he's staring at my now nearly empty plate with wide eyes.
"Isn't your quirk... like... totally different?"
"It is," I say calmly. "It changed my entire body when I was four."
"So, like—do you even need to eat at all?" Mina leans forward across the table, and the others scoot in, clearly intrigued.
"I definitely do, but not out of hunger. My body produces threads." I lift my hand and summon a small figure in the shape of a heart, made entirely of thin, glowing string. "I don't have organs—nothing organic. Human processes don't really apply anymore. I eat because I need to replenish the material I lose. Every wound, every tear, has to be stitched shut from the inside."
Their eyes are locked on me, rapt. If Deku were here, he'd probably be scribbling in one of his notebooks by now. Maybe I should've thought twice about sharing this weakness so openly...
"Dude... are you even human?" Denki finally asks, somewhere between awe and horror.
Before I can respond, Jiro jabs him in the ribs with an earphone jack.
"Ow! What?!"
"You can't just ask someone that!" she scolds. "Of course he's human! That's such a rude thing to say!"
As they argue, I smile—just a little.
Kirishima interrupts. "But wouldn't that make your body fragile? That would suck, man."
"For most of my life, it was," I say, my tone softening. "Maybe it still is. But I developed a technique that helps reinforce the important parts."
Two crimson strings emerge from my palms. I point one hand at the other, and the cords snake across, intertwining in a spiraling motion until they fuse into a single, thickened thread.
"This is what I call a Tension Cord. I reinforce the vital zones of my body with it. The less important areas can regenerate—so I don't waste effort on them."
"Isn't that painful?" Jiro asks. She's stopped arguing now, staring with a furrowed brow.
"Eh... you could say that. Depends on whether I want to remove it." I raise a hand and casually detach my index finger. Their gasps are immediate. "Or if it gets chopped off."
I reattach it without flinching.
"When it gets cut, though—it hurts like hell."
"I don't think I wanna learn about your quirk anymore," Denki mutters, slightly green in the face.
Before I can say more, the bell rings. Time's up.
We rise from the table, laughing and chatting like normal teenagers. I'm... getting oddly comfortable.
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"I AM HERE!"
The classroom erupts as All Might steps in. It's the first time I see him in person and—goddamn—is he intimidating. The man is a walking skyscraper of muscle.
"WALKING THROUGH THE DOOR! LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"
...And loud as hell.
"Let's get started! TRAINING BATTLE!"
From the side wall, metal shelves slide open with a mechanical hiss, revealing dozens of boxes—our hero costumes.
"Suit up and meet me at Ground Beta!"
He vanishes. The class springs into motion. I grab my box and head to the changing room.
Since my Quirk doesn't need any external amplification, and I couldn't think of any tool that would give me a genuine advantage, I designed a costume purely for aesthetics—something cool. Something that fits.
Black boots. Black jeans. A dark armored chest plate covering my entire torso. A worn leather jacket draped over the top. And to finish it all—a red, featureless mask. Completely smooth. No mouth, no eyes. Just a minimalist, aerodynamic curve of crimson steel. Lightweight, reinforced, and durable.
Yes, I totally stole the design from Red Hood. Do you blame me? It's badass as hell.
We gather in the tunnel that leads to the training field. As we walk, Momo approaches. I forgot to mention it, but we've been talking more lately. She's been dealing with a blow to her self-esteem, and I've been... trying to help. Not because I'm sentimental. Just because I want her sharp when the time comes.
She seems surprised when I turn my head to face her through the mask.
"I thought that thing didn't let you see."
"I don't need my face to see," I reply with a soft chuckle, tilting my head. "What's up?"
"Do I... do I look good?" she asks.
A little shame, a little hope. The tips of her ears turn red.
"You look amazing," I say honestly. "It makes you look even more astonishing."
She tries to say something back, but fumbles for words, her cheeks flushed. We're interrupted before she can reply.
"NOW YOU LOOK LIKE HEROES!"
All Might's booming voice echoes across the field as he explains the rules. Two villains protect a bomb. Two heroes try to deactivate it. Simple.
I get paired with Ojiro—the tail guy. We've never spoken before, and frankly, I didn't bother trying. He's not important to my plan.
"AND THE FIRST MATCH!"
All Might pulls two balls from a lottery box.
Team C vs Team H.
Of course I go first. What else is new?
Team C is Todoroki and Jiro. Lovely. Todoroki's in his edgy phase and my Quirk is especially vulnerable to fire. Thankfully, he still refuses to use that half.
Me and Ojiro are the villains. We head into the assigned building. I sweep each room thoroughly, weaving strings across entryways like alarm wires. Once I'm satisfied, we head to the bomb room. I break the silence.
"Stay here. I'll ambush them and keep them busy. If Jiro slips through somehow, your job is to stop her from touching the bomb."
"Are you crazy? Todoroki's in a whole different league. You can't take both of them alone!"
"I can. And I will," I say, dead serious. "Tight spaces are my battlefield. Trust me—we're going to win."
He hesitates, clearly unsure—but he doesn't argue further. I sit cross-legged and begin preparing.
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The clock starts.
Todoroki and Jiro enter the building, opting for a direct approach. Jiro scans with her earphone jacks, listening for any movement. Todoroki's job is simple: bulldoze anything in his path.
The first mistake—my string trap snaps. They both hear it. Jiro quickly plugs into the wall.
"Nothing close. Maybe a bluff—but I can't hear any heartbeats."
"Good. Let's move."
Second mistake: they forgot the fundamentals of my quirk. I have no organs. No heartbeat. No breathing. No involuntary sounds. I am silence incarnate.
Third mistake: Todoroki goes first, leaving Jiro vulnerable at the rear.
Then she hears it—a step on concrete.
"HE'S BEHIND US!"
She shouts, just as I leap from above the doorway. Todoroki, reacting fast, grabs her by the stomach and hurls her backward. Then he slams his foot into the floor—ice erupts violently, tearing the front of the building apart.
"RUN! I'll check if he's down!"
Jiro flees, heart pounding, but steps on another string. A trap. It tightens around her ankle and yanks her into the air. She hangs upside-down from the second floor.
Todoroki watches the ice settle. No sign of me—until he sees a broken patch in the middle.
Shoto realizes instantly and attacks the apparently innocent shadow, where now stands Akuma, with his feet trapped in ice
-You sure got me there -
Todoroki doesn't say anything, he tries to run but Akuma quickly cuts his own feet, making himself free,grunting in pain before using a thread to make Todoroki fall in his back
As the feet regenerates Akuma talks
-See, this isn't over man, so don't run so damn fast-