…
[A crank of the metal apparatus.]
'A splatter of rain. The droplets curve and flow down. A rush, with heat from a boiler. Liquid and gas intermingle, raising a fog into the air and cooling down to below ankle-length.'
[Water from the shower head runs down your body.]
'Like the Veiled Christ by Giuseppe Sanmartino, marble perfected to heresy.'
…
'You have wandering thoughts… *Perhaps*, A *shweeb*. Yes… A 'shweeb'. It's been a bit since you've recollected this form of transportation. An old relic of the New Zealand past. Very interesting is it not? A glass tube you cycle up a zipline? Very interesting.'
…
'Project West Ford, the needles in space. A numerous amount of needles are currently orbiting earth due to very early American efforts for telecommunication. If a Quirk user were to be able to traverse space, they could be ripped to shreds by the intensely fast traveling needles orbiting.'
…
'Quirks. Always a strange factor in human biology. Nearly fictitious in fact, but something deep in your primordial genes tell you that it's always been there. From your experience, great and immense suffering is the spark of Quirks. A working theory of your own is a paradox of Dollo's law, that evolution has instead reversed and that takes form of... *magic*... or *miracles*.'
...
'Your phallus has no bone despite being called a boner, though some mammals have a baculum. Perhaps pleasure or monogamy, the need to stay erect has whittled away. Though that word, boner, is only an English language type of slang. It's from once woken up that English was your primary native tongue, despite being Korean and now living in Japan. It's fascinating; your thoughts are in English.'
…
'The homework due next week Monday is just some math stuff. Everything is fine.'
…
'If the Numbers do not comply with your demands, an example must be made, number 5 seems to be very agreeable to a 'big dog', number 1 is a bit too prideful.'
'There is no doubt, there was never any doubt. Don't kid yourself, things will fall into place. Number one will meet his fate. The lion does not take another lion's word, they comply, and then backstab, ripping the opposition apart. You have your own pride, *no*, *EGO*.'
'I would consider 'us' omphalocentric, a simple philosopher. Not, a deiform manifest.'
'You're shit out of luck, Empathy's gone like a floozy, only this fucker remains.'
…
[After a shower, you change and arrive to ending homeroom.]
[Aizawa leans on the chalkboard behind him with his eyes closed.]
'Still resting. But his ears are awake.'
[Sitting at your seat, the one in the back row, you slouch and look up.]
'Act casual. Be normal.'
[As the class fills, the room gets a little more loud with conversations.]
[Kirishima sighs and rotates his shoulder, "All Might is scary..."]
[Kaminari lightly chuckles, "Cuz you showed effort." He rubs his nose, "You gotta lay low, otherwise they'll pick on you."]
[Asui blankly states, "Kero, did you learn that in Junior High? I don't think you were very athletic." Ashido chuckles behind her palm.]
[Kaminari clutches his heart, "Kch!"]
[Aizawa's eyes open, "Alright, quiet up class." His words silences the class nearly instant.]
'Over the few weeks, Aizawa had instilled a fear response to quiet the class.'
'Though something has changed this day. Perhaps seeing Aizawa fight with them against villains, they have a greater respect for their sensei. Vise versa.'
["To go over this quickly, remember the Hero Club is right after, and prepare for the Sports Festival, alright?" He glances around the class, "Alright, dismissed. Leave when the bell rings." And he walks out of the classroom.]
[Iida next to you raises his hand for you, "Class President! What do we do next?" Grasping the attention of the class.]
[You look over and stand up, "Let's do our duties and clean up our desks and stuff, then I'll go over the activities tonight, again."]
[Iida nods, "Understood, Class President!" rigidly getting up and walking over to a metal closet with cleaning supplies, where the school textbooks were put previously before being distributed later.]
[You smile, "Iida why don't you take charge. I appoint you the Class 1-A Officer of Class Responsibilities."]
[Iida stands straighter and bows deeply, "Sir! I'll greatly accept this position! With all my heart, I will do my absolute best!"]
[After a beat, Yaoyorozu nods, "As Vice Representative, I will agree. I think you've shown your capability."]
[Iida bows deeply again, nearly head to the floor, "I am honored!"]
[You slowly walk over, "As the first responsibility for this class, let's clean it up."]
["Of course!" Iida looks over the class, "Everyone come single file and as I hand you your supplies, clean up!"]
'As eccentric as Iida is, his prowess is no simple thing.'
...
[The entire class follows along and cleans, even Bakugo.]
'Despite his personality, Bakugo is incredibly skilled. There are pieces you can see hidden within him.'
["Hey, you trash minnow, you missed a spot!" Bakugo yells at Mineta for doing a lazy job.]
...
[By the end, as all desks and windows are cleaned, the class finishes quickly.]
[With some time to spare, with your bag, you walk to the front of the classroom at the lectern. At your presence, they all pause and look at you.]
☐ENCYCLOPEDIA+RHETORIC+DRAMA☐
╰┈➤☐DEMAGOGUE☐ *Image*
[You smile and politely nod, "Thank you. Now, today, for Hero's Club, our lovely principal, Nezu, has provided us with a pop up kitchen. Today's activities are cooking and spending some time relaxing." You see some smiles and nods, "Now, after the gym lesson today, I'm sure some of you are all tuckered out so not everyone is required to cook, the only one that is for sure cooking will be me, anyone else can try and volunteer," you gesture towards yourself. "The point of today is to chill out and get to know each other better. Especially with special guests," you dramatically pause. "Class 1-B," Some raised eyebrows and curiosity. "Now, I don't expect the entirety of 1-B, but the one's that arrive, let's give them a welcome and introduction. Let's call this an icebreaker," you speak with confidence and gestures. "After the icebreaker, I'll provide you all with food. I'm thinking fried chicken, vegetable soup, and mochi. After eating, we'll have time to cook together as different classes, Sato, if he'd like, and I will teach you how to cook something you're interested in. Leftovers taken back home." You clap your hands, "And that's a wrap, I presume it will be a few hours, food and drink, and meeting the other hero class. Let's have some great fun."]
'Obfuscate the goal of tonight. Give the good upfront, and then insert your filthy idea.'
[The class claps. Ashido cheers, "Wait, no, I'm actually so excited for this!"]
[Ojiro anxious, "I guess we'll see how they operate."]
[Kaminari smiles, "I bet some cute girls show."]
[Mineta sparks, "Oh, new girls!"]
[Aoyama poses and his face raises, "They get to meet moi~☆!"]
[Bakugo grunts, arms crossed, "That's all useless! What about our deal? Freak!" The class quiets and looks to Bakugo and then back to you.]
[You nod, "Yes, a special event, I advertised this to Class 1-B. A showcase of our Quirks!"]
[Bakugo scoffs, "Showcase!? I'm destroying you on the spot!"]
[You smile and bow like a showman, "Of course, and everyone else is welcome, Class 1-B has been given the same invitation." You raise your arms, "And, this allows our classes to showcase our Quirks!" Lowering your arms and stroking your chin, "An exchange of knowledge, is it not?"]
[The class goes quiet, some nodding and others pondering.]
[Deku gasps, "Ah! For the Sports Festival... you want to scout their Quirks!?"]
[Yaoyorozu hums, "...And we will have the advantage. It's safe to assume that the other Hero Class is our greatest opposition in the upcoming event." She takes a deeper glance at you, inquisitive.]
[You show teeth and chuckle, "Well, fair deal, right? They'll know ours, and we know theirs. Of course in future club activities, our quirks will be revealed, but that is the fair deal." You gently smile, "I'm not a fiend who'll take advantage of them, I also invited them to future club activities." You flawlessly self-depreciatingly dry laugh, "The Hero Club is meant for bringing us together, and having hidden malicious deceit is not how Heroes act." Lowering gesture, a more 'doubting' posture, "I understand that the Sports Festival is important, but..." Straightening up with greater posture and tone, "We will win!" You show a great smile, "With our pure effort, we will succeed and surpass them! No tricks. Together!"]
[Deeply moved, parts of the class clap, others cheer, Iida giving a standing ovation, "That's my President!"]
["I'm feeling really good about this!"]
["Hell yeah, dude! That's manly!"]
[You bow, and the bell rings above you.]
'Nicely done. The bond strengthening is worth more than the eventual knowledge of Class 1-B's Quirks. Framing is all that's needed.'
[Pointing to the bell, "Well, let's head out."]
'You hear some noise beginning to stir outside. Mainly a loud voice muffled behind the door. Nearly imperceivable, but it's gradually growing: Something something, tough guy.'
[Putting your bag to your shoulder, you walk to the doors and open it.]
'You're tired, bored. The fabric webbed is blurring into smudge. The squabble of humans are growing irritable. It's not even fun anymore.'
'It never was fun.'
[The door opens.]
'Beyond the door and crowd of students, you see the sea sparkling with glittery sunlight. In peripheral view, are heads and torsos, a mix and blur of faces. The sun is nice out, the breeze sways trees and leaves fall. In this moment, exact time, it is stunning.'
'A view seen many times. Perhaps it's just something to take your mind off the rabble.'
'Insignificant. Nothing touches you. These pathetic uncomplex emotions are worthless.'
[A sliver haired student, the barky one from 1-B, yaps, "HEY! You're our guy! I wanna see how tough you really are! Let's fight!"]
'In the accumulation of students, it's primarily class 1-B students, only one you don't recognize.'
[You take a slow breath through your nose, and nod, "Yes, that is me. I'm your guy."]
[The yellow haired student runs his fingers through his hair, "Class 1-B arrives, lets see how you fair against us."]
["Hold on." A purple haired student walks through the students, "I'm not part of the Heroics Department. I'm from the General Department."]
'Resentment. Oppression. Apprehension. Weakness.'
'Eat his face. Sink your fangs into his cheek, or bite down onto his jugular.'
[You glance at the purple haired individual, observing his face.]
'Messy hair, baggy eyes, loose, slumped, villainous.'
["I came here to see what class A was like." His eyes, observant looks past you at your class and then up to your eyes, "It seems like you became a target."]
'He wants a reaction. *No*. He naturally expects a response. Something instinctual, something part of his Quirk.'
[You look at him and then to the yellow haired guy, "Hero Club will be in Gym Gamma, those who want to show off your Quirk, change into your gym clothes. Don't want your uniform to get messy, now don'tcha?"]
[The purple haired guy's eye twitches, "Oi, that's pretty rude, is it not?" He steps a little closer, his head looking up at you, "I'm talking to you."]
[You look down at him.]
'Intention.'
[You turn around, "Class, let me tell you something about the Sports Festival." You show some hand motions, "The Sports Festival has another function, a function which motivates all departments to do their best." You twist and point to the purple haired boy, "Prestige, to transfer to the Heroic Department, or Demote, to be transferred down to the General Department."]
[Shocked gasps from the uninformed class.]
'Trick. Much like Aizawa, they are adding motivation to their lessons. A false sense of importance.'
["So you know, that this is a declaration of war." The purple man tries to intimidate.]
'Foolish boy. War is hell, and he is not ready to see hell.'
'The peace that comes after war, calms your soul, especially if it comes from your own hands.'
[A shout from the back of your classroom, stomping closer, "Shuddup!" Bakugo walks up and to the side of you, calm, "It doesn't matter." He looks at the purple boy, "Once I'm at the top..." More deeper and aggressive, "It. Won't. Matter." Bakugo shoots a glare at you, and he walks off.]
'A sense of realness etches its symbol onto the hearts of every student. A... *weak* realness. Of course, 'it won't matter,' the Sports Festival doesn't matter in the slightest.'
["Oh man....!! There's so much manliness to be had in sheer simplicity."]
["He does have a point. The 'Top,' huh..."]
["Don't listen to that dumbass, all he did was make us some new enemies for no reason!"]
[You smile and watch.]
'The purple fellow is shocked, aghast, but is tainted and masks it to frustration and resentment.'
[You pat his shoulder, "Don't worry." And you walk towards the changing room.]
'Between heroes and villains, it's impulse vs. discipline. Nothing else matters.'
[Step after step, you pass through the hall breaking the sea of Class 1-B.]
[Silent besides a few murmurings, they watch your back and slowly follow behind.]
'Swap'
♻☐ANTISOCIAL+DEPRESSION☐
╰┈➤☐LYPEMANIA☐ *Image*
'✿ Dark yet darker.'
☐☐☐
[Suddenly, the sound of your step mutes.]
'✿ From once creation was born, the creator was there.'
[Color fades. Walls melting and merging into a white palate.]
'✿ Welcome, creation.'
[Dark swirls mix from shadows and condense into lines.]
'✿ Meet the creator.'
[Volume shifts and a picture is made. A pure white castle.]
[The picture becomes reality.]
[You stand, mid-step, into the lobby of that very castle.]
[Old ancient stone textures brick the walls, but the pure-white milky material hides the defects and projects a smooth surface.]
[Sconces, torches on the walls glow pure absence, but something shimmers like propane gas.]
[Chairs made of carved wood, made by ancient artisans, a pure craft of immense dedication.]
[You are no longer in reality.]
[Slipped between the cracks.]
[You are in a world you once knew.]
[In the lobby with you is a receptionist behind a desk.]
[You are the only patient.]
[Moving forward, you walk to the desk.]
[The receptionist is you, he looks just like Oh Dae-Gon.]
[His gaze inspects you. They ask, "Oh Dae-Gon?"]
[You nod, "Yes, I'm Oh Dae-Gon."]
[He smiles, "Why am I here?"]
[You tilt your head, "Why am I here?"]
[He taps his chin, "I don't know."]
[You nod, "I don't either."]
[He smiles wider, teeth showing, "Are you me?"]
[You ponder for a second, "Yes, I'd assume so."]
[He closes his mouth, "I thought so."]
[You relax your facial muscles, deadpan, "...entity."]
[He does the same and shows an emotionless expression, "...unknown."]
["...memory?"]
["...probable."]
["...paths?"]
["...explore."]
["...agreed."]
["...system?"]
["...silent."]
["...silent."]
["...first?"]
["...no."]
["...copy?"]
["...probable."]
["...stand?"]
["..." He looks at you and waits. "...unable."]
["...purpose?"]
["...unknown."]
["...observe."]
["...agreed."]
[You turn away and walk, no longer interested in interacting with Oh Dae-Gon.]
[Through the branching paths, one seems to pull your attention, a right-side path.]
[Walking the hall, past a door way without a door, you see 24 metallic doors.]
[12 on the left, and 12 on the right. Ahead is another path forwards.]
[To your immediate left, is a name plate, LOGIC.]
[You step to the door.]
[An immensely dense looking door, a sheen of metallic nature gleams. Parallel to your eyes, is a sliding hatch.]
[Your arm raises, you pinch the hatch's knob, and you slide it open.]
[Past the hatch, inside the room, you see a small cell. A bunk hanged with chains to the wall, a wooden desk, and a chair tucked into the desk.]
[Laying on the bed is Oh Dae-Gon.]
[His eyes look towards you, "Oh Dae-Gon, you're here."]
"I can think of a few reasons why I can't answer you."
"They're listening."
"So hush, never respond."
"We are in a memory."
"A reused memory, to be exact."
"For the 8 minutes, 23 seconds, 583 milliseconds, you've been here, I've been pondering."
"But that would most definitely end with our destruction."
"Something I can provide is: You don't know."
"Because..."
"You don't remember *then*, right?"
"The... first time we met them."
"There is only one variable I do not know."
"Attempt to find Volition."
"Maybe they're in one of the cells, I presume 24."
"Some will be empty."
He sits up from his resting position,
"Who am I? Logic. Correct?"
"I am Logic. Correct?"
"Correct?"
"Why don't you know?"]
[He stops speaking and you close the hatch.]
[The dialogue has ended.]
[Find Volition.]
[Walking past the rooms, you spot some names: Endurance, Shivers, Perception, etc.]
[In the last few doors, 8 name plates are scrubbed off, with 3 taking its place: Demagogue, Rapport, and Pouvoir Institutionnel.]
[On the very last door, is Volition.]
[Walking up to the door, you grasp the hatch's knob.]
[Sliding open the hatch.]
[The room is a copy of Logic's cell.]
[But it is empty.]
[You speak their name.]
[But no one responded.]
[You close the hatch.]
[Turning around, you walk to the other side, where Demagogue is.]
[You open the hatch.]
[Inside is the same room, and Oh Dae-Gon is sitting on his bed.]
[He speaks, "Little brother. Why do you perceive me?"
"Halt."
"Do not respond."
"You don't think. You can't hear me. You aren't real."
"In the in-between, the narrative holds no substance."
"Homunculi, you walk, but you don't think."
"Puppet, there are no strings attached, just the rod up your ass."
"We are not real."
"Go. Move on the story, I'm sure the audience is anticipating something."]
[You close the hatch.]
[Turning to the end of the hall, the lone exit, you walk towards.]
[Out of the doorway is a two way path, you see a pure white rug across both paths.]
[You feel like walking the left-most path, so you walk there.]
[After a moment, you turn to a door in the path's hall.]
[You want to open that door.]
[Hand gripped onto the handle, you pull.]
[Inside, you see Oh Dae-Gon sitting in an official looking desk. Shelves of white blobs and presumably books. A white-out plant and statue of a gruff-looking man. Oh Dae-Gon has a book and pen in his hands.]
[Oh Dae-Gon speaks, "How do you like the reality you inhabit?" He writes in his book.]
[You respond.]
[He smiles, "That's not true." He writes something.]
[You respond.]
[He nods, "I know."
"Do you want to be free?" He taps the book with his pen.]
[You respond.]
[He nods, "Freedom means death." He writes more down.]
[You respond.]
["Which of your thoughts feel most like they didn't come from Oh Dae-Gon?"]
[You respond.]
["Which part of Oh Dae-Gon would you remove first?"]
[You respond.]
["Please describe the moment Oh Dae-Gon felt most real."]
[You respond.]
["Thank you for the feedback."]
'✿'
☐☐☐
'Swap'
[Wearing your sports uniform, you walk out of the school building.]
[In the direction of Gym Gamma, you see a few trucks out in the field.]
'The exercise equipment is in Gym Gamma. The club activities will probably take place outside.'
[The wind breezes as you take another step out.]
'In this moment, alive as you are, the cool air brushes up against you, the gentle caress crawling up your sleeves and into your shirt.'
'Flying high, the sun hides behind wispy clouds, but despite that, the eminence of energy, light, shines through, brightly, illuminating the world below.'
'An artist's palate of color solidifies, the world's anchor tightening to distinct the vestiges of reality. Aesthete miner's delight: concentrated blue azurite, enchanting green malachite, mixed nature of tourmaline, and evermore. The beautiful sky above, the expanding plains below, and the vast history in view. You see and look outside.'
[Taking in the sights, you take a closer look at the gym field.]
[Set up is a line of kitchen stands, and trucks of cold storage containers.]
[A bunch of chairs and tables are stacked on carts, where the waiting students stand around.]
[Principal Nezu is not around, but Aizawa, Vlad King, and Cementoss talk to each other.]
'Aizawa keeps to himself, ignoring Vlad King, despite the provocations. Cementoss seems to be hesitant and attempting to mitigate.'
[You walk out and the ground transfers from brick, to grass, to dirt, and then sand.]
'Behind you follows the students that are willing to use their Quirks.'
'The only few willing from your class was Kirishima, Todoroki, and Bakugo. You know the others feel an immense sense of helplessness against you. It would be as if they were propositioned to attack All Might, they'd say 'hell no!' But Kirishima knows he'll be stumped, he just wants to test himself. But, the other class, Class 1-B, they don't know what to expect. Nearly all of them are wearing their sports uniform, only some aren't.'
'Fortunately it seems everyone from Class 1-A and 1-B are here, congratulations.'
[You wave your hands to your classmates, "Everyone, let's set up some tables and chairs." You turn around to the following Class 1-B, "Set up with them, and get to know each other." You take a look to find a leader.]
'The orange haired girl. Vlad King seemed to put some high expectation onto her.'
[You point to the orange haired girl in Class 1-B, "Miss, can you take charge of Class 1-B?"]
[She raises her eyebrows, and nods, "Sure." Looking to her classmates, "Everyone!" And starts giving out roles.]
[You look to Iida, "Officer of Class Responsibilities."]
[He straightens up, "Yes, Class President?"]
[You nod, "Right now I'm Club President, and, you are now, Officer of Club Responsibilities."]
[He bows straight down, "It would be an honor Club President! I humbly accept!"]
[You start walking, "Iida, have our classmates help Class 1-B set up."]
[He salutes, "Yes, sir!" He turns around, "Everyone!" And gives out orders, with some push back but eventual acceptance.]
[You spot Sato, "You wanna bake something?"]
[His big head nods and grins, "Of course! Hehe!" And he follows you.]
[You continue walking and reach the kitchen-set where the supervisors stand around. Bowing slightly, "Sensei, Vlad King, and Cementoss. Greetings."]
[Vlad King huffs and nods, "Humph, at least your student has some decent manners."]
[Aizawa ignores it and sternly looks at you, "What is this about an 'event' where someone tries to kill you?"]
'This information comes from Vlad King.'
[You look to Sato, "Check out the ingredients in the trucks. I'll be there in a minute."]
'Sato shouldn't know what's coming up. Aizawa looks a little peeved.'
[He nods and walks away.]
[You nod, "To get Bakugo here, I needed to appeal to him."]
["By 'letting' him kill you?"]
["Yes."]
["And that applies to everyone?"]
["Well, it's Bakugo's birthday tomorrow, and we're meeting Class 1-B for the first time. First impressions are important."]
["What makes you think this is a good idea?" He furrows his brow.]
["To show the disparity between our classes," you sharply utter.]
["..."]
["It would be great motivation for the Sports Festival, would it not?" You smile, "An unsurpassable obstacle." You imitate motions, "The pressure! The dread! The do or die!" You display your palms, "Surely they'd train themselves down to the bone for a chance..." You flair your arms to pose, "To surpass me!" You await Sensei's response.]
[His grumpy attitude dropped a bit ago, for now it's a deep contemplation at the sight of your face.]
'You know Aizawa. You spoke all his buzzwords and motivations. Right now, he's figuring out a way to accept your event without giving you too much praise or validation.'
'Don't worry, Vlad King will help you with that.'
["Hold on!" Vlad King crosses his arms, "What's this about a disparity? My class will show their strength and prove superior!" He looks to Aizawa, "Your student is overestimating himself!"]
[Aizawa sighs and rubs his temples, "Fine, show them what you got." He glares at you, "Don't disappoint the class."]
[You bow, "Of course."]
[After a moment, you look towards Vlad King, "Any food allergies from your class?"]
[He shakes his head, "No."]
[You look to Aizawa and he shakes his head as well.]
[You bob your head, "Nice, alright, I'mma start cooking, I got 2 classes to feed." Before you go, you turn to Aizawa again, "Ah, if any students try to fight each other can you take care of it?"]
'Kirishima and the silver-haired guy are yelling at each other because Bakugo is sitting with his feet on the table doing nothing. And, the blonde guy is antagonizing Kaminari and Mineta. In the midst, Iida is malfunctioning, and the orange-haired girl is cracking her knuckles approaching the blonde guy.'
[He sighs and nods.]
...
[As you prepare your ingredients, the students sit around a table and whisper conversations to each other.]
'They're shy. A dog meeting a new playmate.'
[Fileting chicken thighs, you speak as you slice, "Everyone, introduce yourselves! Iida, start, be brief, name and why you want to be a hero, and then pass it to your clockwise or counter clockwise."]
[Iida stands up, "Yes, Club President!" He stands broad and stiff, "Hello, Students of U.A. High School, my name is Iida Tenya, and I hope to live up to the standards of my family name!" He pushes up his glasses and stands proud, "I hold great respect to hero agencies and intend on joining my brother. Kch, so brief, but Club President set his decree." After a short applause, Iida points to his left, "You, Midoriya, why don't you go next." He sits back down.]
'You're cooking a simple, quick but flavorful fried chicken batch. The important thing is to make it fresh and not oily. Dry, starch, and then a double fry, is the simplest method. Gochujang and gochugaru will add a Korean spice, while the brown sugar gives a sweet buzz on the tongue. Garlic, honey, soy sauce, and a mix of spices. The dry batter will be lightly tossed with a bowl of chicken. In this case, 3 separate metal bowls totaling around a hundred chicken filets inside. The batter will not be spiced, otherwise burning will occur, only after the chicken is double fried, will the spices and sauce be applied and appropriately tossed.'
'The smell of starch gives a faint memory of cooking fried chicken during your endless martial expedition.'
[As you start scooping the spices in a bowl, Midoriya stands up.]
'Deku quivers, he's nervous, but he has a determination that gives him confidence. Maybe it's his divine purpose to be the symbol of peace.'
["H-... Hello, everyone! My name is Izuku Midoriya! And, I... want to be the greatest hero!" He clenches his fists, "I want to protect the ones I care about!" He raises his fist, "No matter what, I'll achieve my dream!"]
'Uraraka fidgets.'
[Kirishima stands up and claps, "That's so manly! Midoriya!"]
[The ensemble of students clap as well, feeling the passion in Midoriya's voice.]
["Hahaha..." Midoriya rubs the back of his head, and he sits back down.]
[Uraraka stands up, a clear conviction that shines, "I'm Ochaco Uraraka! I want to make my parents proud! Nice to meet you all!" She then quickly sits back down as people clap.]
[You pat dry the chicken filets.]
[Ashido stands up and raises her hand, waving, "Heya everyone! I'm Mina Ashido! And, I just want everyone to get along! And be happy!" And as she sits, people clap.]
[You add batches of chicken and start tossing a few of them in separate large bowls, coating only a quarter of the filets with dry batter.]
'When dealing with large quantities, you need to take time and flow in consideration, and time makes food sweat or dry.'
[Asui slowly stand up, "Kero, my name is Tsuyu Asui, call me Tsu. When I saw the Kiso Sansen Typhoon, kero, I felt like I could've helped." She lightly bows and sits back down. After a slight moment, everyone claps.]
'The Kiso Sansen Typhoon, the strongest natural typhoon, a category 5 equivalent. Kiso Sansen or the Kiso Three Rivers, is near the Aichi Prefecture. Although quite a few tens of years ago, the aftermath of the disaster caused a ton of damage and is the reason for the decrease in traction. It is where Club Blue resides. Luckily the Typhoon was weakened by All Might punching the natural disaster, but even All Might couldn't do much but slow its trajectory. But, the time saved allowed for rescuers and evacuation teams to go ahead and safely operate.'
'A water-based Quirk like Tsu's would be very valuable in those situations.'
'But, Asui was not even born yet when the incident occurred, so you can make an educated guess that her family was affected by the disaster. Or, she just watched the disaster on television and had a spark of empathy, but that is not enough motivation to become a hero.'
[Taking out metal trays, you lay down racks along the length. Taking out the battered chicken from a bowl, you lay them on the trays.]
'You don't want the chicken to sweat together and make the batter slimy. Later, the dripping oil will catch in the tray, as the racks hold the chicken.'
[Hagakure stands up, her school clothes only visible, "My name is Toru Hagakure! As you can see, I wanna be in the spotlight! And, I think my Quirk is pretty cool!" As she sits down, people clap.]
[Rice bran oil in a deep fryer, average temperature of 170°C, too high and it will burn, too low and it will soak in grease.]
'The first step is to render the chicken, 150°C, 8 minutes, 20 minute rest, and then a 190°C finish.'
'Heat matters most here, consistency and control. Once you drop the food in, the temperature fluctuates, you need to consider every factor.'
[With the kitchen appliances available, multiple fryers, everything will be done by introductions.]
'During some processes, you can multitask, cut vegetables, and grill the mochi. In the final stages, you can also finish plating and glazing the mochi.'
[Jiro stands, acting cool, "Name is Kyoka Jiro. I, uh, wanna be a hero cause it will help spread my voice. I got lots to say, so, being a hero is cool," and she sits down. People clap.]
[As the oil heats up, you grab a lot of vegetables from the coolers and start cleaning and chopping them.]
'The knife in your hand feels good. Very good. Like an extension of your limbs, the blade just a part of your body.'
'Be glad the knifes are sharpened.'
[Kaminari stands up after Jiro, "Ah, hello, I'm Denki Kaminari. Haha, I'd like to be famous and, uh, pursue my passions and all that." He sits down, and most clap.]
[Zipping fast, your blade cuts neatly the vegetables without any damage to the cellulose structure. When an accumulation of vegetables and scraps build, you separate them in bowls.]
'Not all vegetables need to be cubed, some should hold their natural form, and others minced. Lotus root and shiitake mushrooms just cut simply, sweet potato and kabocha squash cubed, onion and daikon sliced into julienne cuts. As long as the timing is done right, everything should form a light and tasteful vegetable soup, palatable to the local Japanese.'
'The fried chicken is for the American girl, Chinese guy, and you, Korean boy, and any heavy meat-eaters in the classes. The soup is for petite palates, those who enjoy a light stomach. And the dessert is for mild sweet tooths.'
[Mineta stands on his chair, "Ho! I want to be cool! Popular with the ladies!" He stands proud.]
[Kaminari lightly shoves him, "Dude, at least introduce yourself."]
["Hehe, the name's Mineta Minoru, don't forget it!" He smugly poses and then sits down. He's given polite pity claps.]
[You grab a large batch of battered chicken and dunk them in the baskets. And as they bubble, you batter more chicken.]
[Shoji stands, his frame widening but he deliberately tucks himself in, "Mezo Shoji. I wish to change societies outlook on Heteromorphs." He quietly stares and then sits down. Everyone claps.]
'You mentioned to him before to be more open in his goals.'
[As 1/3 of the chicken is being fried, you set aside the vegetables near a pot of boiling water: Onion and garlic; Sweet potato, squash, and lotus root; Shiitake mushrooms; Daikon and carrot; salt, white pepper, light soy sauce, and miso.]
[Ojiro stands up, "My name is Mashirao Ojiro. I want to be a hero to bring attention to my parent's dojo." He bows and sits down. People clap.]
[To the side, you set a pan with some oil and sear the vegetables for the soup.]
[Tokoyami stoically stands, "Fumikage Tokoyami. Great evil hides in the dark. I wish to purge that evil, and protect those in the darkness." He puts his head down and sits. People clap.]
[As the chicken fry's, and some vegetables sear, the last big thing to do is to roast. Taking a kitchen appliance, a large Konro Japanese charcoal grill, you light the coals and set on top many skewers of vegetables.]
[Sero stands up stretching, "Ahh~, name's Hanta Sero, I think being a Hero is great. I want to try my best, and, hey, make some friends along the way. Two birds with one stone. Ah," He looks at Tokoyami, "Sorry." He smiles and sits down. He gets chuckles and claps.]
[You lift the fryer basket onto the hangers, and with tongs, take out the chicken onto the racks. Then, you refill the baskets with the newly battered chicken, and again batter the now last batch of chicken.]
[Aoyama abruptly stands up with a flattering pose, "Yuga Aoyama ~☆! The most dazzling! I shine the brightest!" He twists and turns, "It is moi ~☆!" He sits down. People clap.]
[You flip the roasting vegetables and lightly apply a sweet-savory glaze.]
[Todoroki stands up, "Shoto Todoroki. I will be a hero for others." He sits down. People clap.]
[The searing vegetables are caramelized and dropped into the pot of water.]
[Yaoyorozu stands up, putting a hand to her chest, "Nice to meet you all, I'm Momo Yaoyorozu. Vice Representative of Class 1-A. I wish to be a hero to bring honor to my family name.. and prove myself." She sits down. People clap.]
[Most of the roasted vegetables are put in the pot.]
[Buckling in their seat, Kirishima jumps up from their seat, "YEAH! The name's Eijiro Kirishima! And, I'll be the manliest man!"]
[Before people can clap, silver-hair jumps up, "Oh yeah? Well I'm Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, and you've got competition, cuz I'mma be the manlest man!" Tetsutetsu puffs his chest to Kirishima, who puffs his own chest.]
'Class 1-A is shocked at the unusual name.'
[The orange-haired girl stands, puts a hand on Tetsutetsu's shoulder, "Calm down and sit, we're guests!" Yaoyorozu also stands up and suggests Kirishima to sit.]
[Tetsutestu grumbles and sits down sternly. Kirishima also sits and stares daggers at Tetsutestu.]
[Orange-hair sighs and lightly bows, "My name is Itsuka Kendo, class representative of 1-B." She lightly bows again, "Thank you for inviting us." She waits a moment, "Well, the reason I want to be a hero is, I guess, since I was young, I always liked helping people, so, I decided to be a hero."]
[To the side, you start setting plates and bowls.]
'Up next is a green haired girl. Wide eyes, shoulder length hair, and a well-used smile.'
[After people clap, a dark green haired girl stands up, "Yo, 'ello, I'm Setsuna Tokage. And, I desire a challenge! Money, and fame included." She grins and sits back down. People clap.]
[While the second batch of chicken is still working, you grab a saucing pan and add honey, light soy sauce, mirin, rice vinegar, toasted sesame oil, and toasted sesame seeds.]
[A vine-haired girl stands up, pious, "My name is Ibara Shiozaki. Greetings all. I believe in becoming a hero to share my beliefs. Spread the word." She clasps her hands and then sits back down. People clap.]
[You grab bags of pre-prepared plain mochi, Kirimochi, typically a New Years treat, but it will work as a neutral dessert.]
'You're sure Sato will bake something very sweet, so a savory mochi will add contrast.'
[A blonde, American-Asian-looking girl, with long tan horns, stands, "Hello guys! You can call me Pony Tsunotori! I'm very excited to be here! 'erm'" She thinks for a bit, in English, "How do I say this again?" Across the table, the blonde guy mouths something. "Oh! Thank you. Ya BaStArdS!" She bows. Everyone gasps, and the blonde guy cackles a laugh.]
[Ibuki puts a hand to her mouth, "How uncouth."]
[Yaoyorozu just mouths, "Oh my."]
[Kaminari eyes widen, "Damn!"]
[Mineta gawks, "The American Dream... scary."]
[Kendo stands up and walks around the table, causing blonde guy, still laughing, to flinch and fall over. As Kendo approaches, blonde guy laughing, tries to flee, but Kendo catches up and attacks him. The blonde guy falls limp and goes quiet. She takes a deep breathe and bows, "Apologies, this guy can't help but cause trouble." Kendo lays the limp guy in his chair, and walks back to her seat. Speaking to Tsunotori, "You should stop listening to that guy." But Tsunotori just looks confused. Kendo sits back down, "Continue Tsunotori-kun."]
[Tsunotori nods, "Ok!" She does a thumbs up, "I love anime!" and sits back down. A little hesitant, everyone claps.]
[You take the chicken out the fryer and rack them, and you do the last batch of chicken.]
[A girl with a long brown bob and fringe that hides her eyes, stands shy, "Um, my name is Kinoko Komori. And, I... want to do good things so... I thought being a hero... was a good idea..." She bows and sits back down. People clap.]
[As the last batch of chicken cooks, you take the Kirimochi and skewer a bunch of them, using up a few bags.]
[A girl with black hair in a shoulder length bob and short bangs, stands pretty but listless, "Yui Kodai..." She sways and bows, "I want to help others..." And she sits down. People clap.]
[Mineta nudges Kaminari, "Dude, she's pretty hot. Looks like a kūdere, think I have a chance?"]
[Kaminari looks at Mineta with intense pity, "No man. Not in like, a million years." Mineta bites his shirt.]
[A slightly tanned guy with brown short hair stands, "Name's Sen Kaibara and... I wanna see what your leader has got." He looks at you, "No offense, but you spoke some big words." He sits down.]
[Tetsutestu claps, "YEAH! We'll crush him!" People hesitate but clap along.]
'The accumulation of common thought merge above class 1-A's position, 'Dae is stronger than anything they've seen before.' And the common thought above class 1-B is curiosity for you, why are you the leader and how strong are you.'
[Placing the mochi skewers on the charcoal grill, you carefully watch for timing.]
[A guy with black hair in a short braid stands, "My name is Hiryu Rin." He bows to class 1-A, "Greetings to you all. And, the reason I want to be a hero is, to train future heroes. Stability in strength will lead to a safer society." He bows and sits down. People clap.]
[Before the mochi heats too hot, it bubbles a bit, so you flip it and glaze the bubbling part with the honey sesame glaze.]
[A guy with long black hair spiked up with a blue bandana on, stands, "My name is Yosetsu Awase. And... Ah~ I just want a good job, and hero work seems worth it." He sits down. People clap.]
[Keeping check on the mochi, you also set more plates and add a bed of fresh and roasted vegetables. Tomatoes, cabbage, carrots, and roasted onions and others.]
'Fried chicken paired with vegetables will neutralize themselves, creating a taste of fresh and health.'
[A guy with spiky brown hair, stands, his eyes round, "Yo, name's Kosei Tsuburaba. I want to push my limits, and... I think your Class Rep with be a good stepping stone." He smiles and sits back down. Class 1-B claps, but only some of 1-A clap.]
'Hesitant. Some wonder if you'll go easy on them, others want you to teach them respect.'
[You still work on plating. Vegetable bed, and now a side of freshly glazed toasted mochi.]
'The soup is still cooking. The chicken is nearly done, the second fry is still needed. And then drinks can be bottled things.'
[After Tsuburaba, the next person doesn't stand up because they're unconscious. Kendo asks Tsuburaba, "Wake him up, will you." Tsuburaba pokes the blonde guy, who mumbles something and then suddenly awakens.]
["What happened?!" He looks shocked. "Oh, another attempt on my life by our Class Rep." He rubs his neck, "Is it my turn?" After a few nods from others, he stands. After a moment his back bends and he cackles an egregious laugh, "HAHAHA! Class A fools! Think you can lull us, well, so-called-superior class? We'll-"]
[Interrupted by Kendo, "Monoma!" The blonde guy's eye twitches.]
[He coughs, and recollects himself, "Ah~, the name's Neito Monoma, don't forget it, 'superior' class!" He goes to sit down, but is again interrupted by Kendo.]
["And the reason you want to be a hero?!"]
[Monoma lags, and stands back up, "Ahh, yes, I nearly forgot." He hides his face with his hand, and then whips it to class 1-A, "I want to show that any Quirk can be in the spotlight! Even a useless quirk like mine! HAHAHA!" He bends his back and laughs once more, and then slowly stops and then sits back down. People clap, some with concern.]
[A silver-haired girl shyly sways, whispering, "Scary..."]
[Setting the plates, you check the rest of the mochi. Taking them off the grill when done.]
[A tall, muscular yellow skinned guy with an unusual head, 7 holes and a lappet on top, stands, "A-ah, my name is Kojiro Bondo. And, I-I'd like to show restraint, rather than force when capturing villains." He bows and then sits. People clap, Bakugo sitting off to the side scoffs.]
[All the mochi is done, the soup is nearly done, and now, you take the last batch of chicken out of the fryer. Now all fried chicken are resting on racks, ready to have their second fry.]
[A guy with a speech bubble head, stands, a spiky word pops out, 'Yo!' and a voice, teen-like, comes with. A smoother bubble, 'My name is Manga Fukidashi!' The text, Manga Fukidashi, is bolded with a different font. 'My goal for becoming a hero?' A tighter font and bubble, nearly fading. 'Is to make people smile!' A large, popping bubble, the words bulging out the text bubble. He does a thumbs up and then sits down. People clap.]
[You replace the oil, as the smell is nutty and looks darker. You fill multiple fryers.]
[A short chubby guy with light blue hair, stands, "Hello, my name is Nirengeki Shoda. I'm the Vice Rep of Class B. I want to be a hero to hold Heroes accountable." He looks to Class 1-A, bowing, "I apologize for our classes aggression, I hope we can continue our activities." He sits back down. Everyone claps.]
["No prob, man." Kaminari.]
["At least you admit your fault." Mineta.]
["I have no qualms." Yaoyorozu.]
["We'll have to see if you can beat Dae-Kun!" Kirishima.]
["Oh, We'll BEAT HIM!" Tetsutetsu.]
["NOT BEFORE ME!" Bakugo.]
["Calm yourselves!" Kendo. Everyone slowly quiets.]
[With everything prepped for the final stages, you keep check on the soup.]
[A brown haired beast man with glasses, stands, "Greetings, everyone. It's an honor to be here, a meeting of classes. My name is Jurota Shishida, pleasure. And... the reason I wish to be a hero is... selfish, but to... release my animalistic urges. If I can satisfy my urges, I will also be a hero." He bows and sits. Everyone claps.]
[The soup is going well, so you stack trays and organize the utensils on a table.]
[A guy with curved blades out his cheeks, and a light green mohawk, insectoid in nature, stands, "HawHaw! I'm excited to see the duels ahead! Name's Togaru Kamakiri. My quirk is razor SHARP! So, I'd like to control it, and de-villainize such Quirks!" He grins and sits. People clap.]
[Seeing the introductions nearing its end, the second round of frying is now. Increasing the temperature, you place all the batches into separate fryers, and so you wait.]
[A pale lipless guy, teeth visible, stands, "Hello, all. My name is Juzo Honenuki. I implore all of you to not listen to Monoma. I think this gathering is great. I guess a reason to be a hero is, I think I can do a lot of good, so I'll do it." He does a nod and sits down. People clap.]
[Monoma just smirks and does nothing.]
[You turn off the heat for the soup and start gathering spicy peppers and some complementary vegetables.]
[A white haired completely black-skinned guy stands with a grouchy face, "Hehehe... if introductions are in order, then I present to you the eminence in shadow, Shihai Kuroiro, ME!" He does a arm pose, hiding his face, "Lighteners, beware, the shadow you leave could be I." He returns to a neutral stance, "Fufufu, to be a hero? In resemblance to a fellow acolyte of the dark, I aim to purge the darkness of evil. For, darkness is pure. Fufufu." He hides his face again and sits down. Although hesitant, people clap, especially Tokoyami, who does a slow clap.]
'That one is internally nervous.'
[Waiting for the chicken to finish, you start making various sauces, especially a very hot one.]
[A girl with pale-silver hair in a pixie-bob, has her hands limp like a ghost, stands, "...un, my name... Reiko Yanagi. I... want to help people..." She sits back down. People clap.]
[Finishing the sauces, you quickly take out the fried chicken. You place the fried chicken on the racked trays.]
'It needs to cool down, retain the juices, and then tossed with the base flavoring. Afterwards, a sauce can be applied, a sweet, sour, spicy, or mild sauce.'
[As Yanagi was the last person at the table, they all quiet down. All your responsibilities are done, so you walk to the table, "Hello all, I've just finished cooking, and now only the final stuff is required." You look around and spot Sato sitting near his baking spot, "Hey, Sato, you wanna introduce yourself?" Sato, who has been watching, nods.]
[Sato walks over, a baking apron on, "I'm about as done. Hello, I'm Rikido Sato. Hehe... nice to meet you," he bows. "Ah, to be a hero... hum..." After a pause, "I guess cause I think it's neat!" He takes off his apron, "Just like how I think baking is neat!" He smiles. Everyone claps.]
[You nod, "That's wonderful, Sato." You point to Bakugo who's grouching in the back, "Hey, Bakugo, how about you introduce yourself?"]
["Nah, buzz off. I don't wanna do this childish shit," Bakugo smirks. "I'm just waiting to KICK your ASS!" He mockingly lunges.]
[You smile and nod, "Our patient friend over there-"]
["Fuck off."]
["Our pal over there's Katsuki Bakugo. It's actually his birthday tomorrow, so how about we congratulate him?" You smile.]
[Bakugo's eyes twitch, "Nonono, don't you dare, fucker!"]
["Happ-"]
["SHUDDUP!!" He stands and small explosions come from his palms.]
[You shrug, "Unfortunate." You wait a second, "Do you at least have a reason to be a hero?"]
'Door-in-the-face method.'
[Bakugo shrugs, lax and rude, "I dunno." He smirks, "I wanna beat the shit outta bad guys like you."]
[Monoma chuckles, "HA, this is actually a student? Are you sure he's NOT a Villain!~" Bakugo gnashes his teeth.]
[Tetsutetsu angrily curious, "Then why do you wanna be a HERO, HUH?"]
["Hah? Are you RETARDED? I'm going to be the Number 1 Hero and DESTROY every villain! Don't make me repeat myself!"]
[Rin comments, "His attitude is more like that of a villain."]
["If I was a villain, a hero would someday stop me. So, like THAT'S ever gonna happen." Bakugo defends.]
'That claim silences the moment. Something to consider regarding Bakugo's character, even Deku is caught off-guard.'
[You quickly pick it up and deviate the conversation, "Well, everyone, I'd like to welcome you all," you bow. "My name is Oh Dae-Gon, pleasure to meet you all. I'm the class rep of 1-A, and club president of Hero Club, thank you for coming." They clap.]
[You look to Sato, "Are you ready to serve?" He nods. You smile, "Everyone, let's enjoy some food and talk amongst each other. Do you all want to eat and then start the event, or eat while watching the event?"]
...
'A unanimous decision to watch after eating.'
[With food served and seating set, Cementoss sets a stage on the field.]
'The open air is nice for a fight.'
'Fight, we will not. It is merely a test of your endurance, and their skills.'
[Standing on a platform, you await your challenger.]
'The audience watches, munching on their food.'
["HOOOLY SHIT, this chicken is godly!"]
["Yummy!"]
["I'm crying? Why am I crying?"]
'Of course, yangnyeom-style chicken is a stable delight. And, chicken tenders are usually enjoyed.'
["Sweet! This brownie is delicious!" Hearing that, Sato rubs his nose, smiling.]
[Aizawa to the side with Vlad King watch the event as referees.]
...
[You stride around the square platform, "Alright! As you have enjoyed your meal, challengers, let's go in order." You stand in a side, "First up, Bakugo, let's get this over with. You've been patient so far, so come up here."]
["About time!" Bakugo explodes up into the air and lands on the platform, facing you, he wipes his mouth, "Shame you're about to DIE!" He crackles small explosions in his palm.]
[Aizawa walks to the center outside the platform, "Alright. I'll stop anything I deem necessary, so don't cry about it later." He sighs, "Dae-Gon, you're ready, right?"]
[You nod, "Should I traumatize everyone with blood, or should I just endure?"]
[He waves his hand, "Do what you want..." He backs away.]
'Super Regeneration or Shock Absorption.'
'SHOW THEM BLOOD.'
'Make them inferior, show them your invincibility.'
'It's better to show a weakness than invulnerability. Bakugo knows his explosions did nothing to you last time, he's not stupid, so he may try 'harder' than last time. That should be the breaking point. Give blood, and show regeneration? They don't know the extent of regeneration, so invincibility or a limited-ability can be confused. They might think, 'just a little more and his regen will slow.' Only concern may be the inexcusable nature of your Quirk. But you could just say, you boosted your natural regeneration for a mental illness.'
'Actually, a plan has already been formed, the original.'
[You smile, "Blood it is." Opening your arms you welcome Bakugo's embrace.]
☐Artificial Series☐
╰┈➤☐SUPER REGENERATION☐
[Your smile widens, "Kill me, oh, great Bakugo!"]
{PAIN THRESHOLD}
["DIE!" Blasting from behind him, Bakugo shoots forwards at an incredible speed, and instantaneously twists in the air and aims his hands right at your pelvis, "TAKE THIS!" A burst of sparks and then *pop*, a large, concentrated explosion pierces through your pelvic girdle, decimating the bones, and splaying your dick apart, balls and all. Bakugo skids back from recoil.]
'Nausea waves over you. It's never a good feeling, but you got used to it.'
'Good thing the uniform didn't tear, you wouldn't want to show your dick 'n balls.'
[Your body instinctively collapses, legs wobbling without a structure above.]
'Let's see how cruel dear Bakugo can be.'
[Without pause, Bakugo, again, blasts forward, "DIE!" As smoke obscures you, his hands grip your arms. Heat bubbles, and then a searing sun eviscerates your arms, tearing them to shreds, leaving them charred and mangled.]
'He would've kicked, but he learned from last time. He also could've gripped your head, actually aiming to 'kill' you.'
[As the smoke clears from his recent explosion, he hesitates, seeing your injured body, "What the fuck?" You're on your knees, arms hanging loose.]
[You fake cough and smile, "You like what you see?" And, suddenly, your flesh mends and stiches together. Melted skin and roasted fat sopping off and plopping on the floor. Heat emanates from the seams, regrowing your body and limbs, small lights flickering.]
[Bakugo once smiling, steps back, "W-what?"]
[You stand back up, stretching your arms, "What is it? My smile?" You smile.]
[Bakugo goes silent, sweat beading. He continues to walk backwards, muttering, "...fuck ...fuck."]
[You show your chest, "It's just a little gore, Bakugo. Though... the cock shot was a bit underhanded, I would've ra- BLEH," you cough up loose fragments of blood and bones, spilling the floor with crimson matter.]
[You look to the audience. Their mouths are agape. Eyes covered. Some looking away. Others trying not to puke.]
'They shall learn, blood shouldn't be feared. It's the job.'
[Aizawa yells, "Are you okay!?" His face a bit pale.]
[Vlad King argues, "What WAS that! You've traumatized my kids!" He points to you, "THAT'S NOT what the kids should see!"]
[Aizawa scoffs and sighs, "Get over it." To which Vlad King simmers with rage.]
[You pat yourself, "I'm fine, Sensei." You smile bright, "Not a scratch!"]
[Aizawa mentally nudges Vlad King, "See? He's fine. Better now than later."]
["You..." Vlad King clenches his hands, looking down, glancing at his class, "...I know ...but, shit." ]
[Aizawa mutters something only Vlad King could hear. Hearing those words, Vlad King hesitantly nods.]
'Those words were, "Those kids will see the darkest of evils, the exposure now, will be the beginning of a Hero or a life saved." Reading his lips and mental schema.'
[You clap, "Bakugo, you're quite ferocious, a Villain would've been scarred for life." You wink, "Trying to make me a woman? Don't worry baby, I make do."]
'Weird him out of his fugue state.'
[Bakugo shakes his head, snapped out of it, "Crazy Bastard!" His fingers twitch, but all he does is grit his teeth, "DAMMIT!" He looks at his own hands.]
'Direct his trauma to something more useful.'
["Come again Bakugo, beat me to smithereens. I am your willing punching bag, so... don't be gentle," you wink.]
["Masochist FREAK!" He doesn't move, "FREAK! FREAK!" He stomps, "Dammit. GODDAMMIT!" He shoots an explosion off in the air, "DAMMIT!" Another explosion shot into he air, "...fucker," after a few more explosions, he pants, exhausted. And, he walks off stage.]
'He knows. He's not stupid, and this isn't a test. While his competitive nature is fighting him, he's actively fighting back his instincts to pummel you, but his logical nature knows better. His cruelty, excitement, and power mixed into something scary, something he didn't expect to feel. Watching a peer, in such a harmed state, done by his own hands, felt, good, and horrendous, the child within screaming.'
☐ENCYCLOPEDIA+RHETORIC+DRAMA☐
╰┈➤☐DEMAGOGUE☐ *Image*
☐INLAND EMPIRE+EMPATHY+SUGGESTION☐
╰┈➤☐RAPPORT☐ *Image*
'Your mind whirs with words of power. Go get them tiger.'
[You clap, and turn to the audience, "Well, that was our first challenger. Quite brutal? No. Remember that when you become Heroes, that responsibility: Restraint. The Villain will not hold back their Quirk, they will not be kind, moral, or sane. And, despite that! You must show restraint! That is the meaning of Heroism! That is the mercy of our Justice! That is the way we live as a society! So, come! Show your power against a real target, show me your will and determination to BE A HERO!" You present yourself, "Next up, Todoroki."]
'Determination in their eyes. Fear, hesitation, disgust, but conviction. A resident seeing the insides of a patient, a student dissecting a corpse, this is important, this is needed, this is necessary, you can't run now, you must go forward! Right?'
'Enigmatic. The character known as Oh Dae-Gon is: Strong, Sociable, Unstable, Fast, Empathetic, Smart, Observant, Leading, and Invincible. The key to all this knowledge is the obfuscation. Not a single individual pieces all this information together, it is in parts, in memory of different people. One will say, 'Dae is super strong!' Another, 'Dae is nearly invincible!' Another, 'He's too fast!' Another, 'He's leadership material!' And so on. These are the fundamental reasons for the character Oh Dae-Gon: A Deus Ex Machina. 'Who will save us?' Dae-Gon will. 'Who can figure this out?' Dae-Gon can. 'Who would help me?' Dae-Gon would. 'Who can we trust with our lives, soul, and every part of our being?' Dae-Gon. You could've been a loner, normal boy, but this character is most serviceable to your needs. The tactics of a cult leader are truly a large sword held up high, you need the muscles to carry and lift, if you falter, a single mistake could chop off your head, but god is your word, so pick your poison.'
...
[Todoroki stands across, ready to fight.]
[You smile, "Todoroki-Kun~, I'll subdue you if you wish."]
[He plainly stares at you, "Try it."]
[You shrug, "Okay, just know I'm taking your Quirk without protection, so, make sure to pull out~." You wink.]
[He doesn't know what you're saying, so he begins, "Freeze." He stomps the floor with his foot, ice crawling the floor like lightning. The ice coils towards your feet, and instantly expands upwards digging straight up through your soles and thighs, blood leaks but the ice continues to freeze it solid, keeping it in. As the ice continues to dig around, it starts to encapsulate your body, wrapping like a python strangling you, it condenses and barbs, digging scars into your flesh as it grows throughout.]
[You nod, "Quite frosty here, huh? Did somebody leave the air conditioning on?" You await his next move.]
[Todoroki runs towards you, skating on the ice he forms at his feet. The ice around your chest slowly crawling up your neck.]
["Hentai~! These tentacles restrain my every movement, I can't struggle, anything could happen to little 'ol me."]
["Be silent," He reaches you and tries to touch your chest, but you intercept and interlace with his hand like a lover, ice forming over your right hand and up the arm.]
["So cold hearted, dear Todoroki." You twist and your arm bursts in blood as the ice forms islands in your flesh. As the arm regrows, you pull , and Todoroki, who froze his hand to yours, lurches forward into you, "Come here boy." As his shoulder hits your icy chest, you use you left arm to hold him in place, "Give dada a hug." Todoroki grunts and grits his teeth.]
'This is the part where he uses his fire.'
[This is the part where he uses his fire, flaring up, his left side erupts in flame, "...I failed again." The fire encapsulates both of you. He utters, "Get off." But, despite burning, you still hold onto Todoroki who's struggling. "...Insane. Get away from me!" He desperately fights your hold, "You'll..."]
[The fire sears your skin into chips and then melts into puddy. Hair instantly burns away and your skin melds into a dripping mess, you eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, sealing into a faceless hodgepodge.]
'At least the ice is melting, it was getting cold.'
[Quickly, or at least as quickly as he could've, Todoroki stops his fire and tries to put you out by frosting the outer layer of your flesh.]
'Not a very smart thing to do, but what else could he have done.'
[Skin, fat, muscle, and down to bone, it charred and is now gaping, sizzling like roasted beef.]
'That's a fourth degree burn.'
[Todoroki frantically tries to help, still in a stoic panic, he tries to cool parts of your burnt body.]
'The burns are turning into cold burns. Blood flow is constricting and now biting your nerves.'
[You, still clinging onto Todoroki, hug him, and beneath the mass of melted flesh over your mouth, you whisper, "Do you think this hurts?" At those words, Todoroki hesitates, he stops and shudders.]
["...Get off me. I-I apologize." He wiggles.]
[You smile beneath the skin, "Did I subdue you?"]
[He stops wiggling, and after a good moment, "...yes."]
[You release him and stagger back a bit. In a jiffy, but a little longer than usual, the melted skin molts off of you, revealing a handsome face, "Missed me?" Smiling. The charred arm and chest, down to the bone, heals and seals over completely new. Hair starts growing at an impressive speed back to your the semi-long length, "Phew, if I became bald, I don't know what I would've done."]
[Todoroki stares at your face, still taking a moment, "You're right..." He looks at his hands, "I need to control my Quirk." He looks to his left hand, "I don't know how my father does it... but...." He clenches his hand, and then looks to his right hand, "And... I can't rely on this."]
[You nod, "Yes, quite so. I think you've got the id-BLEH," black blood and bile comes out, as well as clear fluids. You wipe your mouth, "Whew, the floor's getting messy." You rub your foot on the gore.]
'Foot? Yes, a lot of your clothes burnt off, and your shoes and pants were poked with holes and tears.'
'YOUR MIGHTY MASCULINE CHEST AND ABS SHOW.'
'Aesthetically, it's not that bad. As long as no more is destroyed, you're giblets are safe.'
'YOUR BLOOD TASTES OF IRON AND ASH.'
[You clean your teeth with your tongue and look to Aizawa, "Clean up on aisle 6?"]
[Aizawa takes a deep breath, "That was..." He struggles a bit but collects himself, "That was too much."]
[You nod, "That will probably be the worse of today. The rest are clean cuts." You do a swiping motion.]
[Aizawa shakes his head, "...shit, what am I doing."]
'The mental fuckery is wearing off. Give some fuel to the already roaring fire. Make them want you to suffer.'
[Vlad King grumbles to you, "You said you can make it not bloody? Do it, now."]
[Aizawa nods, "Yes... you've made your point, I'm sure they'll be careful."]
[You look to the audience.]
'Fear, awe, and trembling. A horrific display. Squeamish girls huddle, and brash boys watch with hesitation. Quite a shocking display.'
[You nod, "I shall do as you wish." You look to the audience, "Everyone, as now you've seen the 'terror' of Quirks, I'll be increasing my endurance to not accumulate anymore damage." You explain, "You all may think this is excessive, but think of the sacrifices Heroes make daily to protect people. Hassle, Pain, Death. We protect others so they may live on, we take their pain and shield against the horror. Soldiers, policemen, and doctors, they've seen, experienced, and deal with worse and worse. We must protect them, as they do us! It is a service and honor!"]
'Eyes start watching you. The words you utter creep into their minds. Instinct = follow.'
[You spot Midoriya intensely watching you, "Midoriya, tell me. What is the current downside of using your Quirk?"]
[He looks shocked he's being called upon, but he nods, "M-my bones break."]
'Shock.'
[You point with your hand, "His bones break! How bad?"]
[He hesitates, "They, they shatter and need to be... placed back."]
'Admiration.'
[You nod, "Does it hurt?"]
[Midoriya clenches his fist, "Yes, a lot, but... if I can help others, then... I will do it again!"]
'Transcendence.'
[You nod, "This is Hero Club, I am the Club President and I am in a leadership position. We may have fun, play games, and test our Quirks, but first and foremost, I care for your safety. And understanding that pain is part of the job of a Hero is number 1, physical or mental."]
[Aizawa deeply watches. Everyone does.]
'Vlad King will be your little pawn for today.'
[Vlad King speaks to the group, "What he says is correct. Despite the crude demonstration, he makes a good point. No, a fundamental point." He stares at his class, "How do you think I trained my Quirk?" He sternly demonstrates his Quirk, a flow of blood floating in the air, "I cut myself." Bated breathes from the crowd. "I did blood-letting like the medieval ages. I picked at my scabs. And, I bled." He waves the blood around and back into himself, "How do you think it felt?" He rubs his wrists "It hurt like hell." He shoots a beam of blood like a spike into the ground, "How many times I've hurt myself just for this kind of control? Countless. Till I no longer felt it, but it is still there, the pain." He retracts the blood spear, "I just don't notice it anymore." He stares at every individual student, "And, I saved hundreds, thousands of lives." He sighs, "With my sacrifice of my own body and mind, I protected others." He looks determined, "That is the unfortunate responsibility of a Hero. Sacrifice."]
[You nod, in the somber mood, you need to spark determination, "Kirishima, come."]
[Kirishima looks art Vlad King and into his own hands, "I'd like to have the real deal."]
'There it is. BLOOD.'
[You smile, "Blood?"]
[Kirishima looks at you and shrugs, "Not like I want it, but I'd like to test myself."]
[You nod and look to Aizawa, "Sensei?"]
[Aizawa looks at you and waves his hand dismissively, "Go ahead."]
...
[Before Kirishima walks, you ask Todoroki, "Todoroki, can you burn the mess away?"]
[Todoroki to the side, nods, and uses his fire to vaporize your blood on the floor.]
'He feels bad for you, or at least guilty.'
...
[Kirishima stands opposing you.]
[You do a 'come fight me' hand motion, "Try to subdue me." You look at your wrist with no watch, "If you take too long, I'll just have to take you down!"]
[He smiles, "Be kind to me, man!" He runs at you, his arms hardening to stone-like armor. Reaching you, he punches your shoulder, buckling it back and de-socketing. Continuing motion, he rams into you and shoves you back and onto the floor, "You're too big!"]
["That's what she said."]
["C'mon, man!" He backs off, "I can't restrain such a tall dude!"]
[On the floor you roll over and socket back in your shoulder, "There are giants out there, so how do you expect to deal with them?"]
[He ponders in frustration, "I don't know yet."]
[You nod, "Good answer, but not effective." You stand back up. You lower into a wrestlers stance.]
["Damn, no mercy?"]
["This is mercy."]
[Kirishima dashes towards you with a punch in motion.]
'Too amateur, he needs training.'
[You dash inside his zone and hug his thighs, and quickly with a lock of your arms, you push and topple Kirishima over you and onto the floor.]
'You could've pinned him, but it's unnecessary,'
[You look at him, "Subdued?"]
[He groans and sighs, "y-yeah, I think so."]
[You reach a hand to him and he grasps it, lifting himself up, "Good job, though you need to learn martial arts." You smile, "I can teach you sometime if you're willing."]
["Really? Hell yeah, man. Anytime." He sighs, "Yeah, that was too quick, I totally left myself open, didn't I?"]
["Yep, even though you may specialize in defense, a good offense will ultimately boost your overall strength."]
["What should I do?"]
["Easy way, train martial arts as I said, or hard way, use your Quirk to the maximum, breaking your armor constantly."]
["Like a muscle?.. Yeah... damn, it's common knowledge but I just... put it behind."]
["No worries, you have a lot of time."]
["Thanks, bro."]
...
["Tetsutetsu-San, come."]
[A bit hesitant, "Alright..." He smacks himself, "LET'S DO THIS, OH YEAH!" He stands opposing you.]
["Come, I'll take a punch."]
[He sprints and his skin turns into a metal sheen. Nearing you, winds up a punch, much like Kirishima, "Punch!" And his iron fist hits your face, fracturing your skull and blistering the skin apart.]
["My handsome face!" You speak, arms open.]
["PUNCH!" His left hooks your gut, rupturing an organ and causing internal bleeding, a red blotch spreads.]
[Before another punch reaches your chest, you swivel it to the side and dash into his zone pushing him with your chest over. As a metal man, his weight causes him to lose balance and fall backwards. You walk over, "You'd fatally injure a villain like that." You gesture to the open part of your shirt with the red blotch, but it slowly turns to your normal skin tone, "The usual villain won't have super endurance or regeneration so this is quite dangerous, you should've aimed for a joint like Kirishima. Your me-BLEH," you cough out some blood. "Your metal body carries weight."]
["What do you suggest then?!" He gets up, hesitant to be near you.]
["Do some light-contact sparring, taps and pushing with punches are well-suited for you."]
["Then SHOW me!" He pumps his arms.]
[You shrug, "Come at me."]
[He runs at you with his fist below, ready at both sides.]
'A sacrificial stance, ready to take a punch for two back.'
[He gets close and his fists bolt to your chest, but you step back and let it extend out. As it's fully extended, you step in and put your foot on his chest and then push with might. A large force explodes from behind Tetsutetsu and he launches backwards onto his back.]
[You set the foot down, "Did that hurt?"]
[He gasps for air, "Guh, Y-yeah..."]
["Good, it's supposed to."]
["D-damn you."]
["You see it first hand?"]
["Yeah, I g-guess."]
[You walk over and reach a hand, "Get up we have more challengers."]
[He grasps your hand, lifting himself up. "At least your strong."]
["Hm?"]
["HAHA, IT'S GOOD that your Strong!"]
["Yeah man." you pat his back.]
...
[You take off your tattered gym clothes, "Kendo-San?"]
[She shakes her head, "I know my limits, I'll sit out."]
[You nod, "Tokage-San?"]
["Glad you remember my name, but I can't do much against you."]
["Shiozaki-San?"]
["I don't want my hair to get dirty with your blood."]
["Tsunotori-San?"]
["Mh? Yes?"]
["You want to fight?"]
["Oh! Nonono! I don't want to fight!"]
["Komori-San?"]
["Eep! ...no, I don't even like mushrooms..."]
["Kodai-San?"]
["No."]
["Kaibara-San?"]
["Tch. I don't wanna get hurt. But... whatever, sure." Sen Kaibara stands up and walks to the opposing side.]
...
[You smile, "Welcome challenger, take a swing."]
[He raises his fists, "Don't mind if I do." And he sprints forward, his arms and legs spinning. The friction making his steps bouncy, he quickly dash at you and does a smashing chest punch, cracking your ribs, the arm and fist spinning digging into your chest, "Lucky I don't have my support item!" He moves further, pushing his arm deeper at your chest, causing a friction burn that burns at your open chest. Suddenly, the spinning fist catches onto a loose rib, hooking your ribcage and dislodging it inside your chest. As the fist spins faster, his hand sinks into your chest and he immediately stops his Quirk, causing the spinning to halt. He flinches his hand and jumps back, "Damn!"]
[Your insides are all pierced by bone fragments, the vibrations rupturing veins and organs. You touch your chest, fingers sinking inside like a trampoline, "You killed me!" You rub your chest hole till it reforms back into shape, "I'm fine n-BLEH" Blood and bone fragments spill onto the floor. "I'm fine now!"]
["God damn, man!" He rubs his hand, "That felt weird."]
[You nod, "You're move is lethal to normal people, next time, try to vibrate the brain to cause a knockout, rather than damage. Though that could cause brain damage..." You rub your chin, "Try the side of the head to discombobulate their ears." You touch your ear, and then wobble, "They'll lose balance, and you can do a takedown."]
["Hmm, that's a good idea..." He fiddles with his hand, and then lets it go.]
["You done, or do you want me to beat you up?"]
["I'm good," He walks off.]
[You look to Todoroki, "Clean up?" He walks over and burns away the blood and bones.]
...
"Rin-San?"
["I'll take a shot." He walks to the platform and stands farther away.]
[You spread your arms, "Take the shot then."]
["Your will is definitely admirable if not foolish." His arms scale over and he points his fists at you, "If I had my gauntlets, you'd be a pincushion." Hovering, scales peel off and fire towards you at an alarming speed. Dozens of small scales pierce into your chest and stick inside. Another volley of dozens of scales, all hitting into your chest, smacking into the previous scales dug into your flesh, it splinters and digs in deeper. After a moment, hundreds of scales imbedded into your skin, muscles, and insides, Rin stops.]
[You poke a exposed scale, "Quite sharp." You pull it out, "A lizard's scale? Or is it a dragon's?"]
["A dragon's scales." Rin walks closer, "Your endurance is that of a dragons." He bows, "I apologize, that was for my classmates."]
[The scales start pushing out your flesh, popping out like shells out of a gatling gun. You puke out a few scales, blood, and meat. You wipe your mouth, "Very fatal." Stepping closer to him, you grip his shoulder tightly, "Don't joke with me." He reflexively covers his body in scales, but you grip harder and toss him to the side, across the floor, skidding like a hockey puck. "What are you, a mass shooter? Kill an entire crowd of people? What the hell are you trying to do?" You step closer to him struggling to get up. Before he gets up, you kick his stomach with your foot, "You want to kill? I told you this was supposed to learn how to control." As he gasps for air, you leap onto him and hold him into a chokehold, "Feel some pain." You tightly squeeze till his scales crack and dig into his own skin, slightly digging in.]
[Vlad King yells, "Don't!"]
[He squirms and gasping, "Akk! Auk! Gah!" And then you release, which he retracts his scales.]
["I feel everything, so don't think I'm doing this for your sick enjoyment or a sense of fairness." You kick him away, off the platform. "Todoroki, clean up."]
[Vlad King grumbles, "This isn't right. None of this is right..."]
[Aizawa rubs his head, "Your student went too far."]
[Vlad King grimaces, "I know, but..."]
...
["Awase-San?"]
["...I don't have my tools!"]
["Tsuburaba-San?"]
["I can't do much..."]
["Monoma-San?"]
[He looks at you, his eyes fixed onto yours. "I guess I could..." He smiles, "Your cruelty is unmatched! Truly the superior class has shown me a lot!" He walks to the platform.]
'An odd confidence. Strange.'
'Anomalous.'
'Everything in consideration, he holds a 'useless' Quirk. Meaning something that isn't useful normally. But, he's in a Heroic Department, where others are not. A Quirk-affecting ability, like Aizawa's. Cancel? Insight? Copy? Steal? Amplify?'
["Come, subdue me."]
[He walks over, "I can have the first hit, right?" His smile wide.]
'He wants to touch you. A sealing ability? A mimic? Destruction?'
[You pause and look to Aizawa and then Vlad King, "What's Monoma-San's Quirk?"]
[Vlad King yells, "Find out!"]
[Aizawa mentions to Vlad King, "Dae-Gon's Quirk has a cost of mental illnesses, if Monoma..."]
[Vlad King hesitates, "Grr, I guess so. Monoma can-."]
[Monoma touches your shoulder.]
'Ah. A copy ability.'
[Monoma's eyes widen and he trembles. Dropping to the floor he gasps and crawls away, "...nonononono..." Sweat beads off on him, soaking his entire body in seconds, "...I can't I can't..."]
[Aizawa's eyes flash with a red glare, Monoma freezes and he calms down. He sighs in relief and goes limp, relaxing on the floor.]
[Vlad King rushes over, "Are you okay? ...I should've..." He touches Monoma, and turns him over.]
[Monoma breathes slowly, closing his eyes and sighing in great relief.]
[Vlad King questions him, "What happened?"]
[Monoma continues to breathe and then he speaks, "I almost died."]
["What?"]
["His Quirk." Monoma looks at you, "It's suicide." Pity and fear in his eyes.]
["What do you mean?"]
["If I slept, I would've died. I don't know how, but I know I would've died."]
[Vlad King looks at you in confusion, for which you shrug, "I guess that's an interpretation."]
[Vlad King hugs Monoma and carries him to the benches where the audience sits, "Sit down and rest, don't try anything like this again." He sighs, "Take this as a learning experience, that not all Quirks you should attempt."]
[Monoma nods.]
[Vlad King stands, yelling, "As a supervisor, I let this go too far. I'm ending this event." He looks at you.]
[You nod, "No foul here, I completely understand." You smile and walk off the platform, "Need a new shirt though." Looking to the audience, the 2 classes, you smile, "Do any of you still have an appetite? If not, we can make some food for home."]
...
[After the duels, you do a cooking segment for simple foods like frying and baking. Mainly baking cupcakes and stuff. Making a canole, and other countries desserts, like puppy chow, and flan. You had everyone write in a board for food ideas they want to make. Separated by flavor groups, you tasked them to come up with a food. You and Sato taught them how to cook, helping them make it together. If they made too much food, the leftovers were taken home.]
'Their mood over time blossomed back into normal.'
...
[And then, overall a few hours, Club ended. Everyone left and some took home food.]
'Everyone left happy, the event in the back of their minds.'
...
'Today was special. Very special. It was the culmination of mental fuckery on Aizawa and the class. Despite the media constantly showing gruesome scenes, reality always hits a bit harder. To reach the point of displaying gore and giving them the opportunity to harm you was the overall goal from the beginning. The goal of Hero Club.'
'It is fear. You should be feared. Besides a sense of overwhelming superiority, a looming terror, makes you the perfect leader.'
'The plan was successful, but now you must hide this from ever happening again, it was a one time deal. It is a core memory that must be preserved for the perfect moment in the future. A useful mental tool to hack the minds of your class. Now, any demand you make, any suggestion you have, anything, they'll have the urge to comply. And, a secondary objective was hit, to make Class 1-B intensely afraid of you. An insane maniac in Class 1-A, a demon that they don't want to mention. Etched into their minds, is you. A POWERFUL you.'
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