MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

[east]

It's been one year since the retirement of All Might and the world has gone on, every year new classes are set up, and a new wave of students take to UA. United States of Smash was the punch felt round the world, and from that day forward crime has risen across the globe. That said Hero recruitment has never been higher, and that brings you to my story. I'm the guy in the middle, a convict in my youth, my father was a pro hero who vanished under less than desirable circumstances, and I fell into a bad crowd.

Matsuda Ito
Happy town Juvenile detention center.​

There was a bell, and Matsuda got up from his bed, the small confined room, the hum of the florescent lighting hurt his eyes as he got up. He was listening to an old fashioned tape recorder, and had to lower the headphones as his door opened. An officer came to lead him out of the room. When he had been placed into this place so long ago they had put a restraining collar around his neck, the idea was to surpress how deep a breath he took and it worked for the most part, the thing felt like it was strangling him.

Arriving down the hall, to see the man whom had set up this early parole he wasn't sure exactly how to feel about all of this. The man, or rather rather the smaller creature Nezu was a close friend of his fathers. The other was the class 1-A home room teacher, Eraser Head, the name made Matsuda chuckle. They removed the collar and for the first time in three years Matsuda could breath deeply, his quirk shut down due to the other mans presence.

His stuff was returned to him, and Matsuda was lead out the main hall of Juvenile detention blinking as he got to see the light. "For the last three years you have shown good behavior. So in agreement with your mother and the governent, you will be coming to study at UA, learning to recontrol your quirk, and do better, the terms of your enrollment are as follows; 1) You can not leave UA grounds unsupervized, 2) you are not allowed to reach out to any of your prior contacts in the underground, and finally 3) you must pass all classes. If you can manage that for a year than your parol will be lifted and it will become your choice to continue studies at UA."

Nezu almost looked annoyed. "I'm doing this as a favor to your father, we can't allow a good quirk to go to waste, I look forward to seeing what you can do in the coming months."

UA grounds first day of classes​

Early spring, it was the first day Matsuda had slept in a comfortable bed, getting the first pick of dorm rooms thanks to arriving three days prior to anyone else, his room could basically be described as the top floor penthouse. Though it was the same as everyone else, it had the best view of the internal gardens of the dorm. He stretched out on his bed and got ready for the day to come. getting dressed in actual clothing Matsuda already felt good about himself, though the wifi here was monitored which meant despite his frustration he couldn't view porn. It had been three years since he had interacted with a woman of the opposite gender, that was in truth a fresh hell all its own.

especially for a guy going through puberty.

He had a lot of reasons to want to make friends in this class, or at least try to be friendly. He knew he was on thin ice. While his record would be erased at 18, he would never get another chance to do as much good as he could through this class. It was a chance to start over.

so approaching the school in the dawn and seeing other students walking towards it, he got a slight happy chill down his spine.[/CENTER]

 

[Frogger]

Luckily none of the applicants had to wait very long on receiving either acceptance letters… or rejections. In fact, it was the very next day that the mail came. It was with bated breath that Umiko whisked it away to her room, tempted to rip it open right then and there… and yet, scared to as well. What if she didn’t destroy enough of the robots? What if she isn’t good enough, in comparison to the other applicants? Umiko collapsed back against her closed door, bright blue eyes intent on the letter as she slid down… until she was sitting down. “I don’t know if I can do it,” Umiko told the empty silence with an awkward laugh. “I don’t know if I can open this. I… I could’ve taken more of those robots down. I could’ve…” Umiko searched for something to say, but ended up with nothing.

“N-No, I… I have to do it. I won’t find out otherwise.”

Her heart in her throat, Umiko ripped it open… and…

“YES!!”

Umiko jumped up and down in glee, her watery hair floating about her. “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! I got in!” With a squeal, she whirled around and threw herself on top of her bed, kicking her feet.

Classes start the next day. How cool is that?!

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An unfortunate thing about wings instead of fingers is that there is no such thing as privacy. Nearly every moment of every day is spent with someone else, helping you as though you are an invalid. How disrespectful. Sora Hanakawa could not open her own letter from U.A., but have someone else do it for her. No, it is not disrespectful, it is demeaning. “Excuse me, but can I have it now?” Sora asked as politely as she could manage, but of course… her family either chose not to listen, or simply did not care about potential humiliation on her part. In any case, tears were shed… and the letter in question was passed about.

“Look! Accepted! Passed with flying colors!”

“Isn’t that wonderful?"

“Have you thought of a superhero name yet, my dear?”

Sora closed her eyes, her frustration bubbling already. “Yes, I have,” she answered after she had a moment to compose herself. “May I have my letter now?”

“No! Don’t you realize how proud we are of you?”

Lifting a wing, Sora had the soft feathers brush over her face. “I am going to bed,” she declared on a sigh. “I need to be ready for tomorrow.” Her eyes somewhat cold, Sora had her head up high as she twisted to leave, a waterfall of silver rippling down her back. Many protests rang out, but she ignored them all.

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“...Must you follow me so closely, Hitomi?”

It appears to be a beautiful day so far. Being that it is early spring, vibrant green fills the trees, and there is not a cloud in the sky to promise rain and ruin what ‘fun’ lies ahead. Half a dozen conversations fill the otherwise empty silence, but Sora did not join in on any. None of the faces were familiar, first thing. It is also aggravating to attempt a conversation. Not only does she have to play nice, but she has to put a smile upon her face in order to act the part of a Hanakawa, else tarnish the family name. Sora let out a yawn, blinking back tears.

“Of course!” Hitomi Fujita protested, a serious look in her eye and a stern frown on her lips. “I am your personal guard, Miss Hanakawa. I have to keep an eye out in case there’s any danger. You do remember the stories of what happened here last year, don’t you?” Sora had to fight not to roll her eyes. Of course she does. In fact, it was for that very reason she nearly was not allowed to attend U.A. Her mother was worried sick some evil villain may drop by to ‘snatch up her precious baby’.

Drowning out the chiding prattle from her bodyguard, Sora instead chose to drink in the sight of her new school. Every step brought about a rather satisfying crunch on the cobblestone, and a playful breeze brought with it the scent of… possibilities, of jasmine and cherry blossoms. Sora lifted her head up high, admiring how the academy is so tall in comparison to the other surrounding buildings. “I am going to fly ahead,” Sora finally spoke up, interrupting her body guard curtly while spreading her wings wide. “M-Miss Hanakawa! I insist you don’t-!” Hitomi was quick to protest, but it was already too late - Sora had tucked her legs in and gone on ahead, casting a shadow onto the students that she flew over.

“Miss Hanakaaaawa!” The name echoed, abruptly putting a stop to any conversation in a five meter radius. Hitomi coughed and pulled at the lapels of her jacket, blushing pink as she went after the harpy. “I swear, when I get my hands on that girl…”

No, wait. What is she doing? Hitomi screeched to a halt, halfway tempted to smack herself upside the forehead. Really! This would be so much easier!

"Let me see..." Hitomi rolled her shoulder, tightening her grip on Miss Hanakawa's bookbag. A blue eye studied the distance between her and her charge... not that she really needs to. Taking several steps forward... Hitomi flung it at the flying figure. The backpack in question zoomed through the air, just to narrowly graze her face.

Sora jolts back, a curse on the tip of her tongue. "What did you just throw at me?!"

"Your backpack."

"What?! You could have seriously hurt me! Or worse!"

"If I wanted to hit you, I would have." A blank look written all over her face, Hitomi brought her hands up, using her index fingers to point at herself. "Remember? Acc-ur-acy."

Rolling her eyes, Sora swept down to retrieve her poor, abused backpack from the evil clutches of her body guard.

 

[east]

So many people. More students than he had ever thought possible. With UA's higher practices this year he had assumed that there would be less walking towards them. As Matsuda walked in awe of the school's sheer size, and everything that it represented. It honestly felt like one of those scenes in a movie where a character was about to bust out into song. He took a deep breath of the spring air, and then someone shouted hey look up.

Huh?

His eyes had been transfixed on the school so he didn't react fast enough when something heavy smashed into his skull. Matsuda almost did a flip as the backback hit the back of his head sending him tumbling forward. He sprawled out onto his back his feet somehow getting over top of him before coming down to the ground. He winced feeling his head where he was sure he was concussed.

He glared at the sky seeing a winged creature. He jumped up to his feet his head still ringing as he grabbed the bag. "Who the fuck!"

He paused for a moment as he saw the female form, the familiar bird wings white and brown feathers, he blinked memories of a life at least two or three life times away coming back to him, though he wasn't sure. Everything was so long ago, he felt like he was out of it.

He blinked for a moment his eyes going wide, as he tried to put his memories back together and failing. "Seriously watch where your flying, you're bag could kill someone."

 

[Frogger]

Excuse me? Did he not see-? No, what is the point of arguing? It is best to present the evidence, and leave it at that. A breeze had silver hair dancing about the young woman’s face, at first concealing any distinguishing features… only, when she lifted her head, a pair of brilliant gold eyes were revealed. A flash of surprise could be seen within their depths… however, Sora did not wish to… delve into the past, not with him, not at all. Ever so neatly she tucked her wings up against herself.

For some reason… I am not entirely surprised.

Then again, Matsuda’s father has connections, money. It would be easy to get his beloved son into the most prestigious hero schools in the country, even if he is in jail. “Perhaps if you were paying attention to your surroundings, instead of gawking, you would not be caught off-guard… or surprised to realize that I am not the one responsible.” Sora used the talons of one foot to pick her bag up.

Ugh. It is for this reason she has Hitomi carry her bag. It should not be dragged along the ground. It is a blatant sign of disrespect, at least, in her eyes it is.

“I cannot apologize for the actions of my bodyguard.” Her eyes came to focus on him once again, only… Sora did not say a word other than what is absolutely necessary. Their past is behind her. Just because he is part of her present, and quite possibly the future, does not mean he needs to be more involved than he has to be in her life.

“Now, if you will excuse me.” Sora dipped her head as a way of bidding him farewell, and with one leg raised, spread her wings wide. A few rays of sunlight rippled over the brown-tipped feathers. “I apologize for any inconvenience Hitomi caused you.”

 

[east]

He watched Sora go through the same shades of reflection that he did, and for a moment he felt like he was about to reach out, but looking at her face was it, anger? disgust, either way it was an emotion he hadn't expected, and one that left him feeling cold and drained as he saw it. Watching her go off dragging her bag, he felt like he should follow for a moment offer to carry her bags. They had recognized each other, but the only words she had spoken to him were a quick apology and then she was gone, and he was suddenly left with a stomach full of hurt feelings that he didn't know what to do with.

He had sent emails and letters, but never heard back from her, or actually anyone from the outside world. Seeing her now was almost directly alien to him and he didn't really know how to react or cope with the fact that Sora was here right now. He swallowed slightly his legs shaking as he watched her walk by him. Cold shouldered, he suppose after not hearing back from her even once he should have expected that, but at the same time.... it hurt to see it actually happen.

Matsuda did eventually gather himself up, and get to moving back towards class. Arriving at class 1-A, the room was huge. Despite having to live on campus he hadn't actually been inside the main building till now so he was still kind of blown away by everything. Looking around for a seat, he tried to pick one that didn't stand out too much, in the middle range, but as he was looking he ended up taking the seat directly behind Sora.

Yes she had made it kind of clear that she hadn't wanted to deal with him, but at the same time he couldn't exactly let it end like that. He just didn't know how to talk to her. For the moment he set up his desk, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. "Sora?"

He decided he had to try and talk, class hadn't started yet, so he was gonna try and make some effort to meet her half way. "That is you right?... what are you doing... here?"

He didn't really have any better words for it. Just really curious about how she had gotten into this school, and why she was here in this class.

 

[Frogger]

Sora kept her head held high, her expression blank as she rejoined Hitomi. A verbal scolding was quick to follow, as to be expected, however she barely paid any mind to the words, only nodding every now and then to pretend otherwise. It was… unnerving to run into Matsuda, especially since it has been so long since she has seen him last. How long has it been now? Three years? Almost four? No wonder it was… different, to say the least. Her mind elsewhere, Sora went through the motions of unpacking her things in the room she was provided with. Hitomi noticed, however she chose not to say anything… not yet, that is.

It was not long before they began to move to her first class of the day. Sora drank in the necessary details of the hallways, of the windows offering splendid views of the courtyard, though she did not let herself get swept up or blown away, like the other students obviously were. Oh no. Her amber eyes sharp, Sora studied those that have already arrived, and aspire to be heroes. None striked her as impressive. Not speaking to anyone, she chose a seat towards the middle, though more off to the side, so her wings would not get in anyone’s way.

And… of course, fate just had to have a laugh and throw Matsuda in this class as well. Does it not figure? Sora only looked at him for a moment, perhaps two, but then directed her gaze elsewhere. A veil of silver hair tumbled forward, further distancing her from him. As to be expected -because of her rotten luck- he just had to sit behind her, of all people. Did he not get the hint? Perhaps he wants to stick close for the time being, since he does not know anyone else yet-? Yes, that has to be the reason why. There is no other explanation.

Hm? Did he just-? Apparently so. It does rip her theory into shreds. “Yes,” she spoke with no small amount of reluctance, “it is I.” Sora did not twist to face him, nor did she look over her shoulder. No, he is not worth the effort… besides, she doubts she would be able to in these seats. Did the Academy not take into consideration those with different body builds? Yes, she is a bit unusual in this aspect, but there are stranger Quirks than hers. It is not as though she is the first.

“The reason why I am here is the same reason as anyone else here.” Is it not obvious? Sora rolled her shoulders in an attempt to get more comfortable, but alas… she could not. Maybe she needs to find herself a different seat-? “If anything, I should be asking you why you are here, but I am not.” It is none of her business, after all. Sora wants nothing to do with him, not when he did not so much as write her a letter, or fought to maintain their friendship all these years. No, she is not going to waste her time.

Luckily, a teacher decided to grace them with his presence… thus, putting an end to this conversation. Unlike the other students, who can take notes when they need to, Sora has to record everything on a small device and commit everything to memory. It is… frustrating, yes, but alas, what can she do? Grow fingers? Ha. To be honest, if she had a choice, more than likely she would keep her wings over arms, regardless. It is so invigorating to fly through the sky… Sora shifted in her seat, a grimace starting to settle over her features.

 

[east]

Despite the fact that this was UA, the first period was actually very normal, they went through Home room, taking notes on the things they would be covering for the year when it came to their proper education, Apparently the second half of the class would be focused on physical education. Lookng around the class he was at least partly interested in meeting some of them, he could see a few interesting faces, and yet his eyes kept getting drawn to a sot white downy wing, he didn't really know what to do when it came to her.

Did he just give up? She didn't seem to want anything to do with him, she had cut him out so long ago, but at the same time he wasn't sure what to do. He ended up copying his own notes, writing up a second set of them, and as the bell rang to signify the passing of one class, Matsuda got up, and then as he walked past her simply put the second set of notes on her desk for her.

He found it hard to simply let it go, Sora was one of the only people whom he had tried his best to contact when he had been taken away. His mother had never really visited him, yet he kept thinking that one day he would get a letter from her. Once or twice he had thought of calling her, but when he had recieved no reply it hadn't seemed like a good idea, now they were both in this class, and he couldn't let it go. He knew he was probably just getting on her nerves, she had never asked for help, and that was probably gonna get him into the most trouble when it came down to it.

Finally as they were able to move from one class to the next getting PE clothes. The uniform was form fitting for Matsuda, and it meant he had to leave his scarf behind which was a little troubling after so many years unable to take a breath more than a second having too suddenly fully control his quirk was difficult, and required a lot of focused, shallow breathing. It left him vulnerable as all of his focus was set to trying to avoid a deep breath. he didn't even really feel like he could talk in his current state, without the scarf to breath through he felt kind of naked.

Walking out into the field he could see that a bunch of physical exercises were laid out in chalk. 100 meter dash, a distance yard throw, things that he was familiar with from the PE exams in juvy, but they seemed different.

"Right today we are going to test you based on your quirk, seeing where you excel. The two lowest pointed in the class will be cut from all further studies, so do your best."

Oh... oh crud.

Matsuda needed to find his focus, figure out where he would be useful, and make up for it, plus looking around this was a good way to meet some of his classmates, study them and see what he would be up against in the days to come.

 

[Frogger]

Amber eyes widened in shock, however before she could say anything… he was gone. Why did he do this? Why go through all the trouble? Hitomi waited to reach for the notes, in case her charge decided to throw them away… and yet, she did not say a word. Sora had no idea what to think, or how to react. Is he… taking pity on her? If there is anything that annoys her more, it is pity. In the blink of an eye, Sora was off… and left with no other option, Hitomi retrieved the second copy of notes. Until she hears otherwise, it might be best to keep the young Matsuda’s… kind gesture.

It was humiliating to change into the gym uniform. Sora felt… obligated to wait until the others left before asking Hitomi for help, or else have many eyes upon her… criticizing, judging… laughing. It is embarrassing. Not only are the pants are an issue, but so is the shirt as well. Of course Sora had to have the sleeves removed… not to mention have the legs cropped, so she can move about freely.

Hitomi even went so far as to tie her hair up in a high ponytail, so she does not get hot. “Thank you,” she told the bodyguard quietly, rolling her shoulders to prepare herself for whatever lies ahead. Sora joined everyone out in the sunshine, her eyes drinking in the various tests outlined in chalk. Wonderful. A nice breeze rustled her feathers, and Sora let out a soft sigh of appreciation. Her blue uniform clung to her breasts a touch tightly, and her pants hold onto her hips much the same way… leaving very little to the imagination when it comes to what is hiding underneath.

Sora did… hesitate a moment or two before approaching the one familiar figure amongst fifteen. “Why did you write a second copy of your notes?” she inquired of him, feeling obligated to do so. “I do not need your help. I have a recorder in case I need to remember anything. I… I do not need your pity.” Displeasure was shining bright in her eyes, and yet there was not a sign of it upon her face. It was right then the class found out just what, exactly, they will be doing today. Sora tilted her head, not too worried about the threat. There is a reason she is here on recommendation, after all. Of course she will not be expelled so easily.

Not in any hurry to display what she is capable of, Sora let others go first… out of courtesy. One did horribly, but the other three did fairly well. It is not very surprising. A few threads of silver managed to break free of her ponytail, just to brush against a pale cheek.

“Well. I suppose I should go next.” Sora let a nonchalant shrug roll through her shoulders. Many of the other students began to openly stare, while others… began to whisper behind their hands. Lovely. A roll of the eyes was all she allowed to portray her annoyance.

A taloned foot reached out to pick up the ball.

“Let me see…” How far should she try to throw it? Farther than anyone else? Mm. Sora spread her wings wide and after beating them once or twice, lifted herself up into the air. A quick spin had the ball hurtling through the air, far off into the distance.

 

[east]

She had to ask the question, why did he want to help her, it was a had question to find an answer too. For the last few years he had no one who had been willing to look out for him, so why try to help anyone else. His answer after a few moments of thought was a simple gesture, he smiled at her. "I just want a friend."

The answer was genuine, but he knew it was going to cause problems in the future. There was a lot of unaddressed tension in the air between them, and while he could see she was mad at him. The look of mistrust in his eyes did sting him, but only so far as he let it. He was used to people not trusting him by now, he was used to displeasure and other things, they didn't scratch the surface anymore, even Sora couldn't hurt him with such a thing, instead he just smiled toward her, though he decided to answer her question with a question of his own.

"Why didn't you ever write me back?" The question he had been trying to hold back since the moment he had first seen her spilled out of his mouth, and he felt like a weight was off his shoulders, when it came to his turn to throw the ball he stood at the center of the field taking his spot and lifting the ball gently towards his lips his palm flat and open as he took his breath.

releasing it in one hard blow it was like conjuring a massive shock wave that sent the ball flying in an arc, the wind was fast enough that it seemed to kick up the dirt and break some of the chalk lines, he even stumbled slightly as he had to catch his footing and ease himself back upright, years of having surpressed his ability to breath had inadvertandly tightened his throat muscles, and at the same time expanded his lungs meaning the amount of pressure he was able to exert over the single breath was probably enough to knock down a brick wall if someone wasn't careful in front of him they could easily be blown away.

The phone reading came back, 803.92 meters.

However as the wind around him calmed down, Matsuda was left with the whiplash of his quirk a coughing fit as the constrained muscles tried to deal with the difference in air pressure around him, leaving him feeling like he was choking on air, struggling to catch his breath, and when it finally came back to him his eyes were wet with tears, and he himself was breathing shallow, like he was winded, the pressure against his lungs felt like they had nearly burst out of his chest, and that had just been a single puff of air.

The teacher walked up to him, "It will take a while for you to adapt to using your quirk again, You've been without it for three years, I'll have one of the doctors set up a few breathing exercises as homework, but try not to overwork your body."

Matsuda was on his knees, nodding and gesturing for water.

 

[Frogger]

“You… just want a friend?” she repeated, incredulous. Is he serious? If he is so desperate for friends, why not introduce himself to the other students in their class? It would be far easier than trying to repair what is already broken. Sora did not hesitate to turn away from him, her shoulders straight. “Writing you ‘back’ would require me to receive a letter first, don’t you agree?”

As to be expected… his Quirk is powerful, more so than she remembers. The ball was sent hurtling through the air at an astounding speed… and when it finally landed, the reading came back as 803.92 meters. It is the highest so far in their class. As sad as it is to confess… hers did not go nearly as far. In fact, it only went so far as 786.84 meters. In other words… she may very well be one of the bottom two towards the end of this competition. Her eyes watched him endure a coughing fit, his body curled in on itself while he fought to catch his breath. It used to happen when he was younger, too, but it appears that it is more severe now.

Does anyone have a bottle of water? Sora looked to the others, but seeing as how she never even went so far as to introduce herself… it would be awkward to speak to them now. As a child, she used to be cheerful, enthusiastic, full of energy… but she has grown into a teenager that keeps anything precious close, her thoughts and words often included. Sora twisted to face Hitomi, who so happened to be standing by just in case she needs anything.

“Take him a bottle of water.” Hitomi dipped her head in a respectful nod, already opening the young lady’s bag to find one of four she decided to take with them today. A small smile threatened to pull at her lips. “I am only doing it because it is what anyone would do,” Sora was quick to say, her words cold as ice. “I am aspiring to be a hero, after all. I need to look after those that require help in any way.” Her shoulders stiff once again, Sora turned away from the scene in order to join the others awaiting to start the next part of this competition to stay in U.A. Both wings rustled, just to fold across her chest somewhat awkwardly.

“Ito Matsuda?” Hitomi knelt next to him, offering the bottle of cold water.

“Here. Drink this. It should help.” Hitomi provided the man with a kind smile, a few threads of gold falling forward from behind a shoulder. “It is a good thing Miss Hanakawa decided to bring several this morning.” Once the bottle exchanged hands, Hitomi rose up onto her feet, a hand brushing off the dirt that clung to her black slacks. “Do not take it personally,” she told him next, her words low enough no one else could hear. “Miss Hanakawa did not receive any sort of correspondence from you. I believe her father ordered it to be so.”

Icy blue eyes met his for but a moment before she went to join her charge. Sora did not look at him, not even once. “Must I attend U.A.?” she did ask Hitomi quietly, though, her words thoughtful. “There are other schools that train aspiring heroes.”

“Yes, but U.A. happens to be the best,” Hitomi replied, “and you know how your father wants only the best for you and from you.” Sora fought not to frown, and instead watched as others started the 100 meter dash.

 

[east]

Matsuda may have scored high in the ball toss, but the fact that he could barely move after put him at a disadvantage for just about any other event, he was still wheezing and had to sit aside for part of the class, he was handed the drink, and had he been at full power he probably would have questioned Hitomi further when she said that her father had ordered there be no correspondence between him and her.

With the retirment of Allmight a year ago the world had changed, Endevor was now the number 1 hero, but others had changed. Sora's father was a high up number in the top five if he recalled, but the man had been ruthless even when they were kids. So of course he was cut off. He drank the water greedily, but when he saw Sora's cold look, he thought maybe it would be best if he stayed away from her for the moment. Maybe he would be better off elsewhere.

"A quirk that takes the user out of comission is not a good thing. There have been a few students with this problem before, but they overcame it in a few months." Their teacher spoke harshly appraising the evaluation.

"I'll give you three weeks, learn to breath in that time frame and you can stay, otherwise you can go back to whatever hole you were pulled from."

That mixed with the cold words of Sora all left Matsuda laying on the grass, wanting to die. He didn't know what else to say other than this was unfair. At the mention of the fact that Sora never recieved his letters, on the other hand he started to get a plan together in his head. Of course he couldn't exactly move, so it was a plan only in thought, and he couldn't follow Sora home either, since she needed assistance he doubted she was going to live in the dorms like all the other students. Which meant that there would only be a few ways to get to her in class.

The world stopped spinning for a bit, and he thought would manage to stand on his own after that, but even so it was starting to get late into the class, by the time Matsuda was able to rejoin the physical exam he had missed several events.

Drinking from the gifted water bottle he was still shaky. "It's been a while since I've done that."

His eyes were still towards Sora, but it was clear pushing the matter wouldn't do anything, instead he pulled out his phone and started to go through everything. Sure the phone was a gift from UA, but it still had WiFi, and there were no rules against accessing a personal email account on campus grounds.

She may not have any of the letters he had written her, but he had kept all of the emails he had sent her. there were nine in total, the first one was a rehash of a letter, and asking if she had changed addresses or something cause he wasn't getting any responses from her, after that they were shorter things, till eventually he had all but given up, sending them, but still felt obligated to send one on each of her birthdays. As the bell rang for lunch he ran off towards the dorm a 15 minute walk.

When he got back the second half of classes were starting, but instead he just walked up to Sora's desk, putting the printed copies of his emails in her school bag while it was unsupervised.

 

[Frogger]

As promised, two of their number was expelled on the spot… but she was safe. Not that she was overly concerned. Sora lingered for the remainder of class… not that much was done or said from that point on. Yes, each and every day they are to prove themselves worthy of being here. It was blatantly obvious from the very start… so why reiterate this? Hm. Oh well. A soft, downy white wing rubbing over a cheek, Sora picked her backpack up carefully by folding her wings inward, to cradle it against her chest.

Hitomi followed in her shadow, always vigilant… always keen to protect her charge. Many students’ conversations died down, their eyes drawn to either silver or gold. Both young ladies are beautiful in their own right. As a Hanakawa, Sora exudes a cool dignity, a quiet confidence that is somewhat unsettling, and yet… alluring, all the same. And yet, Hitomi is a cold beauty who looks unattainable. Perhaps it has to do with her being an older lady, or perhaps it is because of the sharp look in her eye… but even so...

“Do we have anything else planned for today?” Sora asked quietly, ignoring the awestruck looks she was receiving from female and male alike. “Aside from unpacking the rest of our things?” It is not as though she has any homework to take care of, however she would like to take this opportunity to relax… while she is able to.

“No, I don’t believe so?” Hitomi placed a finger on her chin, icy blue eyes rising up to the ceiling as she thought it over. “Actually, I’m quite positive there’s nothing else that requires our attention.”

“Excellent.” Maybe Sora will be able to bask in the waning sunlight… or fly through the sky before nightfall. A yawn threatening to break free of her, Sora was careful to cover her mouth and hide it from view. “I am just pleased you were able to get a room adjacent to mine… otherwise, it might have proven to be troublesome.” Hitomi couldn’t help but nod her agreement. It was very nice of the Academy to do so. After all… she is not a student, but she is going to be a part of the security detail. Sora let her eyes drift to the windows they passed by, drinking in the vibrant green just beyond.

It was not long before she was behind a closed door, away from admiration and judgment. It was a weight off her shoulders. Yes, she should be used to such scrutiny… and yet, it is difficult to endure day after day, month after month… year after year.

Of course, no one else will possibly be able to understand how she feels… thus, part of the reason she keeps everyone at a distance.

“Thank you, Hitomi.” Sora offered a wane smile while the backpack exchanged hands. “I appreciate your help today.” Hitomi returned the smile with one of her own, just to chuckle and hang the backpack up next to the girl’s desk. “Your welcome, Miss Hanakawa. Do you want me to pull out your recorder? Or… do you prefer Ito Matsuda’s notes?” At the mentioned name, Sora stiffened, the atmosphere turning colder… and colder… and colder. “I did not know whether I should throw them away or not, so I went on ahead and grabbed his notes,” Hitomi was quick to explain, opening the backpack.

Mm? What’s this? Hitomi pulled out a stack of papers, her eyes reading over the print. This isn’t a copy of notes… These are… emails? “Miss Hanakawa?” she spoke up at long last. “I believe you need to see these.” Sora frowned, but otherwise said nothing as she joined her bodyguard at the desk. Both wings were folded neatly against her sides,however she sat down to make herself comfortable for whatever is about to waste her precious time. Amber eyes glanced over the print first… only to focus after a moment or two, reading more intently.

Not even ten minutes later, Sora was storming out of her room with Hitomi stumbling after her, looking for the young man that is obviously responsible for not only intruding upon her personal space (her backpack) but also digging into the past. “Where is he?” she just about hissed. What is the meaning of this? Why can he not let go? It is best just to move on!

 

[east]

Matsuda hadn't done breathing exersizes since he was a kid, they frustrated him, and every few deep breaths he felt like he was either going to choke on his own air, or cause property damage. Breathing in was easy, breathing out slowly was difficult as even that caused a wind to blow along the field. Three weeks, he had to learn to breath properly again in three weeks or he would be expelled, from his courses.

To that extent he had taken up sitting in the courtyard outside of the dormitory. To that extent he had to focus on trying not to destroy himself or the world around him. So when he heard angry foot steps doors being slammed, and a woman's angry voice he didn't turn towards them, nor did he attempt to grab the scarf which would shut down his quirk again, no if this was going to happen he wanted it to happen naturally.

He got to his feet, but he didn't face Sora, not out of disrespect but because when he spoke it caused the winds to change direction. "I take it you got my letters this time."

He wanted to point out that the printed versions had dates on them, it wasn't something he could craft from his phone or something like that. His golden eyes remained focused out towards the setting sun. "You wanted to know why I never wrote you, I did write, I showed you the evidence to the contrary, so question before we start this, are you actually mad at me? or are you mad at the person who covered up the letters."

"And second question, this one to you bodyguard, could me and the lady have some privacy to talk? I can't leave the campus without adult permission and the entire campus is monitored, I can commit no harm to Sora, this is a talk between... old acquaintances." Those words were painful to him, honestly he was probably more at risk than she was of being hurt.

"Maybe I'm forcing this confrontation a bit early, but we both have a lot more to worry about than one other person in this classroom, so say it." He turned towards her, doing his best not to breath towards her. "Whatever is on your mind, give me your best shot."

 

[Frogger]

“No,” Sora replied, the words cutting through the quiet like a sharp knife. “Hitomi will not leave my side at any point of this conversation. It does not matter if you intend to hurt me or not. I do not give her permission to do so.” Normally Sora does not issue orders to the female bodyguard, but as it stands… she is not thinking clearly. Amber eyes, ablaze with fury, locked onto the young man standing before her, acting so… calm and cool, as if there is no reason to be angry.

Having taken the time to change out of her uniform, Sora was no longer advertising U.A. unconsciously, but rather her own style. A plain white tank top revealed an inch or so of pale white skin just above her dark blue jeans, though a white jacket was thrown over it… not that it did overly much. Of course the sleeves were removed, as to make it easier to move about. It is a simple outfit, nothing which proclaimed she is of the Hanakawa lineage… however, she is comfortable in this.

A breeze had silver flaring out, several threads splaying against the ruby red of the sunset, the soft blue that is fixing to take over the day. It did not take long for the ponytail to unravel, for the waterfall to spill down the length of her back.

Sora lifted her head high. “What if I said I was mad at you?” Her eyes locked onto his, amber gold with crimson red. “What if I am furious at both of you? At you, because you cannot let the past remain in the past… and at my father, for obviously taking matters into his own hands, and dictating who I can and cannot be friends with? Hm? What then?” If she had hands, she would be tempted to punch him in the face… however, she does not, therefore… she has to resist the urge to scratch his eyes out instead.

“I do not understand why you are doing this,” she continued on. “Why do you insist on bringing up the past? I was hurt, but I have moved on. I learned I do not need friends. I can lead a perfectly happy life without… someone to laugh with.” Sora kept her shoulders straight, and yet… it felt harder to do so, now that she had led the conversation down this path. It is… difficult to keep so calm, it seems. Tears stung her eyes, however she did not let a single one escape.

Why must this be so difficult?! “Do you hope we will be friends again?” Sora found herself blurting out. “Do you want to work together, as fellow heroes? I just… I do not understand why you are doing this at all! Is it because you feel guilty?” No, it is best she does not know. Sora shook her head, just to lift her chin up again. “If my presence is really going to be such a problem, I will request to switch to another class tomorrow,” she told him. “I would ask to go to another school, but I doubt Father would be alright with that, so… I will make things easier for the both of us. How does that sound?”

 

[east]

"Life affords very few seconds chances." Matsuda said with a small shrug as he sat down in the grass again this time he was facing her, but even so he was intentionally straining himself to keep his breath light, and his voice quite so that he didn't send off any shock waves, he simply gestured to the empty field as if offering her to take a seat, an an action he doubted she would oblige him for

"I don't blame you for being angry at me." He shook his head, when she said that she had learned she didn't need friends he winced looking at the ground. He had been alone for a long time, during his imprisonment no one, not even his own mother had come to visit him, and now he was confronted with one of if not the person he had most wanted to see, of course she would be mad at him, but he didn't really know what to say.

"Of course I hope that we can be friends again, you're the closest thing to a family I have left. Of course I want to things to get better, and improve, and I want to work with you. I'm willing to do just about anything to earn your trust." Matsuda kept his eyes downcast, he didn't know how else to say it. When she offered to simply step away and go to a different class he sighed he hadn't wanted to create this large of a rift between them.

"It sounds miserable." He sighed already depressed, already broken, he didn't exactly know what to say or do given the situation. If she didn't want to try and make things better there wasn't much he could do to force the situation. "I'd rather we tried to make things work, tried to work together, but if you really hate me that much."

Getting up to his feet. "No need to ruin your future, my second chance was... fleeting, it was good to see you, I'll tell the school to send me back. What's two more years of hell."

He took a breath. "For what it was worth Sora it was... wonderful seeing you again. I'm sorry." He was turned away so she wouldn't be able to see him crying, but he would set off towards the main building, with a word he would just go back to being dead. that was... fine. He could live with that.

 

[Frogger]

Idiot. How is she supposed to respond-? Amber eyes watched as defeat settled about his shoulders, depression pressed down on the young man. It was a sight that is almost heartbreaking. A small shake of her head had silver swaying back and forth with the motion. “Wait.” It was quiet, an order that was not meant to be one. Sora did not look at him as he paused, nor as he turned about to face her, for she did not wish him to see how affected she is by him… by this situation as a whole.

An awkward silence befell them. It was… difficult to find the right words to say, or to compose a way to remedy this tension between he and her. For one thing, she doubts she could ever bring herself to forgive him. Yes, she knows now that it was not his fault she never received any… letters, any emails, but the hurt lingers even though the truth is revealed. Sora brought both wings up, as to cross them over her chest… as if that could protect herself any better from those hopeful crimson eyes of his.

“Do not let me ruin the next two years of your life.” It may come across as harsh, but it is true. “I am just one person. I think it is naive of you to toss aside this… second chance just because of my anger. I swear. You need to think about this logically, instead of with emotions that oftentimes leads one astray.” Sora did not look at him still, however she could not resist shaking her head once again. “You are just making this situation far more difficult than it needs to be. Fine. How about this, then?” It was then that her eyes returned to him.

“You and I will both remain in class 1-A. I think we are… mature enough to tolerate each other on a daily basis, provided it is in small doses.” Sora rolled her shoulders, the last rays of light rippling over her white feathers, bathing each individual one in gold, orange, light green and blue. “I… suppose… I can try to overcome this as well,” she continued on to say. “We are going to be working together during class, so there needs to be no animosity between you and I.” It is a logical solution to this problem.

Sora does not want him to know just how deeply hurt she was by him, oh no. It will forever be her burden, her secret to keep hidden in the depths of her heart. More than likely… he will never mean as much to her as he once had.

“Well? What do you say?”

 

[east]

This was at least partly why he hadn't wanted the body guard to see him. The water works had started at some point for him, a wall breaking that hadn't been touched in a few years. He honestly forgot that he could do something like cry. He had been alone so long and realized so long ago that tears did nothing, yet here he was a few steps away from her and he was already starting to bail. Which had an inverse side effect, the heavy heaves that came with crying was messing up his breathing and with that came the feeling of the coughing fit from earlier.

Then she said that she could try to overcome everything and he turned towards her, and knowing it wasn't her intent or desire to do so he attempted to pull forward and hug her, whether Hitomi stepped in and caught him before he could or not didn't matter, which ever one of the women he grabbed he didn't seem to care, as he spiraled quickly and started a fit of heavy coughing that shut down his ability to react or think as his power very nearly strangled him.

When it calmed down, Matsuda was week in the knee his body trembling from a mix of pain and breathing problems, needing support from whom ever he had grabbed onto in the first part to stand.

When his voice came to him he was weak, having to turn back towards the dorm house and steadily attempt to pull himself to his full height.

"Sora, I know things are different now. I'm not trying to revive the past, I just... I just want us to be okay, to be friends, students, what have you." He smiled towards her, his soft red eyes puffy and more redshot than they should have been.

As he started to walk away he could feel the eyes of several people watching him, a glance towards the window showed that there were actually other members of the class, and he had been so wrapped up in the drama between him and Sora he had completely failed to remember anyone name. A fresh wave of embarrassment came over him as he caught a glance of other studetns just inside that were now hurrying to make it look like they hadn't been watching or listening to the exchange that just happened.

Opening the door he could already tell that there was at least one gossip in the school. a young man with blond hair was adjusting his glasses looking at the two other students, eyeing them with heavy suspicion. "It has to be some sort of lovers quarrel." He explained to another student. "She seemed mad at him, so I bet he cheated on her."

 

[Frogger]

Huh? A sparkle of tears caught her attention… that is, before his arms came to envelop her in an uninvited embrace. Of course Sora stiffened at the intrusion upon her space… but it seems that it will not end just there. His Quirk is powerful, and yet at the moment… a bit out of control. Every cough of his ripped through thin material, revealing bits and pieces of pale skin as time went on. It was humiliating! It appears he did not notice, either, if his smile is any indication. Luckily Hitomi came to her rescue, proffering her suit jacket, or else Sora just might have died of embarrassment right then and there.

As it stands, it was impossible to pretend that she was not… affected by his tears, or by his words. Does she truly care about him still? After so long of believing he did not care about her? It was also impossible to hide the tears threatening to spill, thus… she quickly brushed the feathers of one wing over her face, in order to be rid of the evidence. Hitomi gently pulled the black jacket tighter over her, an act which she found reassuring, even though it is but a small act of kindness. A long, shuddering breath left her lips a moment later, her eyes drawn to the young man walking away. Is that so? He wants to be friends again? Students?

Matsuda is… a very confusing individual. Did she not make it clear she wanted nothing more to do with him? And yet, he insists on mending their relationship… or at the very least, forging a new one. It is preposterous.

Sora went to follow after him, albeit reluctantly… noticing at long last those that have gathered by the windows to watch their… conversation and argument unfold.

Oh no. Please, no. It was with dread that she joined him inside, the black suit jacket just barely hiding the fact her tank top is in shreds, and nothing hiding the fact she is blushing pink. A heavy silence befell them all. It was… awkward, to say the least. A young man spoke up, his hair blond, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Is he the gossiping sort? It is difficult to tell.

“E-Excuse me?” Sora exclaimed, the pink blush darkening to red before their very eyes, and very quickly. “Y-You are quite mistaken! We are not lovers-!”

“I believe there is more to the story than what meets the eye,” arose a quiet voice. Her hair was white as snow on the right, red as flames on the left, all of it gathered up in a high ponytail. It just so happens one eye was brown, the other a bright, bewitching blue. “Let us turn in for the night. We have no idea what tomorrow holds for us.” Masuyo Todoroki is the younger sister of Shoto Todoroki, famously known for his Quirk over fire and ice. Ironically enough, she herself has the same Quirk. Unlike him, Masuyo has no qualms with using her flames.

In a plain blue blouse and darker blue pants, Masuyo slipped her hands into her pockets. Mismatched eyes came to focus on the two that came in. “My name is Masuyo Todoroki,” she introduced herself, just as quiet as before. “And… you are?”

 

[east]

The young blond adjusted his glasses hearing that defense that the two were not lovers, but what they had witnissed pretty much the entire day was Matsuda and Sora arguing pretty much all day, and then there was that extravagant display. That plus the fact that the guy had clearly been crying he didn't really buy into Sora's insistance that they weren't lovers, especially because Matsuda's reaction was that he was currently turning into a tomato.

"Clearly than, they are in denial." The man said looking between the two women. "I mean just look at him."

Matsuda for his part was embarassed to high hell, looking at everyone, he couldn't really protest the situation, he looked like he was about to faint just on the accusation of being lovers, he was shaking and and his lips didn't exactly have a come back aside from stuttering, he decided to focus on the introduction of Masuyo instead nodding towards her. "M-Matsuda, Ito." stiltedly and slowly he started to walk towards the elevator with the intent to go back to his room on the top floor.

"My name is Riku Tanaka." The blond said with a smile. "And I agree it's been a long day, and who knows what's planned for tomorrow, classes are just getting started after all." He waved and started towards his own room.

~~~

When he got to his room and slammed the door behind himself locking it Matsuda was in shock, after years of having to deal with a more repressed state here he was able to breath and act how he pleased. More so he was starting to feel again, after what felt like a number of years of being numb. Was it just because Sora had shown up, and why did Sora suddenly want to be a hero? She was never one for the spotlight when they had been kids what brought about the change?

and why hadn't he shot down the idea that they were lovers? That wasn't even something from his wildest fantasies, though he had to admit that she had grown up into a beautiful woman, but that wasn't something he could really focus on.

His head was swimming as he collapsed onto his bed, and despite falling asleep and time passing by morning he was pretty sure that he felt dead tired.

 

[Frogger]

“Excuse me, but I do not need, nor did I ask, for an introduction,” Sora replied, albeit coldly, cruelly. “I just need to make one thing clear: mind your own business. Neither he or I are in denial when it comes to where our relationship stands… though, I doubt this qualifies as one. I would greatly appreciate it if you keep your… speculations to yourself in the future.” Sora’s gold eyes were glacial as she brushed past the two in order to retreat into the privacy of her room. Hitomi did not hesitate to follow.

In denial, are they? Please. It is insulting in of itself! Her feathers obviously ruffled, Sora rolled her shoulders to rid herself of her jacket, which is now nothing more than threads thanks to a certain someone.

Hitomi kept quiet, instead helping the girl change into pajamas for the night. It is not her place to say anything. Yes, she knows that Hanakawa Sora and Matsuda Ito were best friends in their younger years… but it is not so, not now. It will take time for wounds to heal, for the past to be… not forgotten, and not so much forgiven, but in the past, behind them two. Hitomi offered the young woman a small smile before retiring for the evening herself, knowing that tomorrow will be busy in many ways.

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The sun rose from below the horizon, bathing the world in a beautiful golden glow… and of course, Sora could not appreciate it, or spare it a second thought. Yesterday was quite stressful, and because of it, she accidentally overslept.

“Am I missing anything?” Sora asked Hitomi, spinning about the room to see for herself. Navy blue flared out about her thighs, revealing a pair of nice, shapely legs. As to be expected, her white blouse is a bit too tight… but then again, it was modified so there is no sleeves. “I do not think so!” Hitomi replied on a pant, kneeling to help Sora with her shoes. “We need to get going, if we want to make it to class on time!” Sora dipped her head in a quick nod, using both of her wings to gather her backpack up against her chest.

“Let us get going, then.” Like that, they were off. Breakfast will not be happening today. It is something Sora will regret later on, but oh well. As a Hanakawa, she cannot be late, not because she overslept. It would be like tarnishing the family name.

Two minutes before the bell was to ring, Hitomi and Sora hurried in, the former taking up position by the windows, the former collapsing into a seat nearby.

 

[east]

Matsuda walked up to his seat and practically crashed into it. When he sat down it was with a dull thud as he took his assigned seat just behind Sora, in truth he probably should have spared her and sat in front of her the first day, but he had been too shell shocked at just seeing her to think. His eyes were slightly more red, with deep dark bags under them. It looked like he barely got any sleep. It wasn't uncommon for him, he had timed it out at one point that he could survive off three hours of sleep if he really had too.

In his state of thinking he had tied the scarf heavily around his mouth, which was good because the yawn that escaped his mouth actually shook the room, anyone wearing the UA skirt was probably not going too like his presence in the room. He shot off a brief apology to the rest of the room, the problem with an emitter quirk you can't turn off was that it was almost always going to bug someone.

Why was his quirk always on? He glanced around the room, Emmitter quirks were often defined as the most useful, and sure enough there were plenty of people in the class that looked 'normal'. Mutants like Sora were usually ranked among the strongest Hetero-morphics as they were called were usually defined as always active and thus could build up the most muscle and strength. There were also transformation quirks but those were harder to gauge.

Matsuda was pretty heavily in the emmitter catagory, he blinked for a moment you don't see the half n half girl freezing or burning everything she touched, so why was he always blowing things down. Their teacher arrived on scene to speak to them a few moments later.

"Today we will be doing a bit of training. If you would follow me to site B." As the teacher spoke the walls of the class opened up containing briefcases labled by seat number. "You will be needing these, the support company has finished the first prototypes of your costumes, any and all additional improvements will need to be made later on, we will be meeting up in twenty minutes, so please be ready by then."

Matsuda almost stumbled as he walked past Masuyo, Taking his briefcase, and heading off to the male changing room to get on his costume and head to where he needed to go.

 

[Frogger]

A bit of training? Oh no. This… cannot end well. Dread chasing away nervous excitement, Sora retrieved her own briefcase with no small amount of reluctance. It is not to say she has no confidence in her own abilities, but if she is to work with someone else… it may very well end badly. Her gold eyes sought out the reassuring blue of Hitomi’s and, not saying a word, went to change. Luckily her own costume is simple in design. Having wings makes fashion impossible, thus… she rarely wears anything that has sleeves, nor does she wear skirts often.

Masuyo didn’t waste any time thinking of flashy spandex to squeeze into, not one bit. Her Quirk is… flexible, so she can wear anything she likes. Her older brother’s Quirk is the same. It is because of this that she chose to wear something similar to his, only in a different color. Shoto prefers to use Ice over Fire, however she is the opposite in this aspect: she prefers Fire. And so, she chose to wear a red jumpsuit instead of blue.

Both hands went to work pulling up red and white hair up in a high ponytail. Masuyo looked into the mirror that is just inside her locker door, into blue and brown. It is eerie how alike she and her brother are… and yet, very different, too. Once she adjusted things to where it is more comfortable, Masuyo closed her locker, casting a curious glance about. It sounds as though everyone is excited to see what their training entails… and yet, is someone missing? A small tilt of her head portrayed her confusion.

Oh well. It is none of her business. A shrug rolled through her shoulders, and burying her hands into her pockets, Masuyo left the others to change. It was not until everyone was nearly gone that Sora entered, Hitomi looking about to make absolutely sure they are alone. No one seems to be paying them any attention.

Sora chose to stick with a white tank top, with dark blue jeans -her usual. The only difference is that she decided a pair of goggles might be a good idea, in case she has to fly high. Ready to go, Sora hesitated before going out to join the others, though she did not allow her nerves to show. No, only those who know her very well could tell that she is nervous. Hitomi hovered in the back, a silent presence to the training session.

 

[east]

Matsuda's costume was minimalist, his best inspiration was Eraser Head, a pro hero who taught at UA and prefered to stay out of the starlight. So his costume was much the same as his idols, in that he didn't really have a costume, his clothing was a set of form fitting black clothing, the biggest difference between the two was the stuff around his neck. In place of his usual scarf was something resembling a neck brace he had asked for something which could both brace and massage his throat as that was where the majority of his stress came from, as well as additional braces along his side that were to help support his lungs.

He thought the refinements would have slowed down his movement, or felt awkward, but in reality it came rather easy for him to breath with all the gear on, and it was incredibly light too,, the support company's clothing honestly kind of made him feel like he had worn nothing at all to this.

Then came the news that they would be working in pairs, for today's training. The scenario was essentially the classic capture the flag, one team on defense the other on offense. The flag in this case was a large fake husk of a bomb, which was almost comical proportional to the rest of the room.

The class drew lots for teams. "Okay even I can admit this is getting kind of creepy." Matsuda said as he looked at Sora, the two of them had matching lotto numbers. He sighed great just what he needed some historical baggage to help slow him down. "Whelp, like I said, there will be times when working together will be unavoidable." He offered her a smile. "Lets win this thing."

~~~

Riku held up his lot and walked up to Masuyo, he smiled towards her. The two had met yesterday, but had only really had a few different conversations. "Awesome, I get paired up with the younger sister of last year's sports festival runner up, G.G. E Z." Riku stuck out his tongue for a moment smiling.

The villains got to do some set up before the hero's are set loose, so the two were let into the building early. "I think since I already know your quirk, I'll let you know a bit about mine. My quirk is an emitter type called transfer." He picked up a piece of rubble that he found to demonstrate his ability. He showed the rock in his hand before closing it, and a moment later the same rock dropped down onto Masuyo's head.

"I can send things i touch to any point within a certain range, right now my record is about 20 feet, the conditions are that I must be touching it, and I have to be able to see where I'm sending it. The material can be living or non, but the larger the object the harder it is for me to send it somewhere and thus the shorter my range is. I also don't seem to be able to transfer myself, but even I have to admit I've never actually tried too send myself somewhere else. Basically I'm a living teleportation device provided the previous requirements were met."

"As for my outfit, well." He gestured to the gear he was wearing, He had a set of goggles that were currently over his eyes, and a form fitting uniform, with a belt and a few different support items strapped to them. "The gear I have on me are mostly capture weapons that i can deploy, things like netting, and such, they don't exactly let you have knives so I had to work with what i could convince them to give me."

 

[Frogger]

He and her exchanged glances, red finding that of amber. A wry smile did not take long to pull at her lips. “I suppose you are right… I just did not expect it to be so soon.” Sora longs to delay the inevitable, to push it aside for the time being… however, it appears she has no choice but to comply. This is, after all… part of their lesson, and part of their training. “At least we do not need to go into the details of our Quirks, like the others do,” Sora continued on a sigh. If anything, that is the only benefit of their… shared history together. “I already know yours, just as you already know mine.” It sounds sad, but alas, it is the truth. Sora looked over at him, an eyebrow lifting as she absorbed the details of his costume.

Much as she hates to admit it, Matsuda looks good in it. A moment later, she looked elsewhere, to the ones they will be ‘fighting’ against. It is… going to be interesting, she will say that much. Apparently, the villains have built a ‘bomb’, and it is their duty to liberate them of such a weapon. Of course everything is fake, and… no one is in true danger, but the task remains the same.

Sora shifted her weight from one taloned foot to the other, ruffling her feathers meanwhile. “I feel as though I am going to be quite useless in this,” she confessed to no one but herself. In such a confined space, it is not as if she can fly about freely… and it is not as though she can hurt her fellow students, those who inspire to be heroes as well.

“I believe our best tactic will be utilizing the element of surprise,” she spoke up, albeit louder. “Your Quirk will make that… difficult, but I believe it is our best chance in obtaining the ‘bomb’.” Sora fought the temptation to roll her eyes, but instead rolled her shoulders. This is… ridiculous. Why are they going to such great lengths? Is it to gauge how adept they are at using their Quirks? Perhaps. It could very well be. Sora frowned, preparing herself for whatever lies ahead.

~~~

“...Cute.” Masuyo brushed a hand over her head, just for the hand to disappear into the depths of her pockets. “Hm.” If she was to be honest with him, she has no idea how useful that’ll be in this training… but it’s not like she can say that, not really. Honesty is the best policy, and yet… not in this scenario, it feels like.

Actually, now that she thinks about it… Masuyo tilted her head, a thoughtful expression settling over the girl’s features. “I… have an idea,” she told him finally. “It will be something we need to test, but…” A small smile pulling at her lips, Masuyo lifted one of her shoulders to brush the issue aside. “Are we allowed to put the ‘bomb’ where we want?” she spoke up, this time asking the teacher her question. “Or are we to guard it wherever you put it?”

 

[east]

"Actually I think you are the most valuable asset we have." Matsuda spoke honestly as he looked at the situation. The building was kinda tall, if they went inside of it they would have to spend a lot of their time running the labyrinth of confusing hallways. Meanwhile every room of the building was positioned with windows next to them. Just looking to his partner would tell him exactly how the two would find the bomb.

"Are you strong enough to carry another person yet? I remember back in the day you could kind of lift me off the ground, but I think I've gained weight since then." He looked to her breasts larger than he had ever imagined they would have gotten. "Then again I suppose so have you."

He tried to play off his comment as if he was just trying to be cute with her, but it was pretty obvious where his eyes had lingured the scarf only hid his mouth after all, as the matarial was needed to stop his erratic uncontrollable breathing. "We have half an hour to get in and find the bomb, so most of the work will be up to you. Fly around the building, figure out which floor they are on. Once we know that, then I can launch a full assault on the room with the bomb. In the confusion you only need to grab it with a talon, and we win." He smiled towards her he made the plan sound so simple in execution. "We know one of their quirks is half-n-half, you watched the video of last years sports festival right? she can do the most damage, whatever you do don't try to touch her, judging by how her brother moved, she could freeze you solid."

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"You can prep the room in anyway you see fit. If you desire to move the bomb, you may attempt too, however the thing is a tad on the heavy side."

Riku walked up to the bomb hearing their teachers words placing a hand on the bomb he sighed. A tad was a bit of an understatement. "I could move it maybe five feet a time, but in all honesty by the time i got it anywhere useful i would be exausted. It would be better to use your power, baracade the doors to make sure that no one can get into the building."

Riku shrugged. "I guess I'm relying on you."