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Motome Fumika

"Becoming a Hero... if it makes people happy - if it makes Haruka happy - then I'll do it.""

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a character in “you can be a hero !”, as played by Feyblue

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{"Sorry. I don't intend to be rude - it's just that you don't make any sense, so communication is difficult."}
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Main Hexcode || #F50A83 ||| Secondary Hexcode || #0A8BF5
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{Jitter Doll || JubyPhonic}

"Watching from far away... What do you think you see?"
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Full Name: Motome Fumika (元目 史花)
  • Moto: Past
  • Me: Eye
  • Fumi: History, Record
  • Ka: Flower, Blossom

Nicknames: Fumi-chan

Gender: Female

Age: 15
   
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Demiromantic

Quirk: Replicorder
  • Fumika can copy things she's observed and project copies of them. In the case of objects or copies of living beings, these copies have all the properties of the original, but become intangible when they leave the user's line of sight, and disappear completely if the user goes beyond a certain range of them, which varies based on the complexity of the copy. She can also recreate things like forces or natural occurrences, but can only do so within a few meters of her person. Aside from projecting copies of herself based on her own personal memories, Fumika can only project things she's deliberately recorded. She also can't record and project at the same time, having to switch between doing one and doing the other.
  • There are very obvious tells that indicate what she's doing, with her eyes shifting color and a marking appearing in her hair and shifting shape and color depending on how she's using her Quirk. Her eyes go pinkish-red with a matching dot to indicate that she's recording, and go green with a similarly colored arrow appearing in her hair to indicate that she's playing back something already recorded. They remain blue when her powers aren't in use, with a flashing || symbol appearing momentarily in her hair before vanishing when she turns her Quirk off. There's also a ring of matching color that appears in a band running through her hair. As she uses her powers, this ring fades bit by bit, serving as a battery readout for her Quirk. Once it runs out entirely, she can't use her powers anymore. This battery can only be refilled by sleeping, and she'll feel unnaturally sluggish and sleepy until it's recharged.
  • Her ahoge acts as an antenna, allowing her to broadcast her recordings. If it gets cut off, drenched, or otherwise prevented from standing on end, her range will be limited specifically to her own person. Her braids, meanwhile, are an indicator of how much memory she has left to store recordings. They come unraveled as she records more and more data. When they unravel completely, she can't record anymore without overwriting or deleting existing recordings. Similarly to her Ahoge, if these are destroyed or soaked with water while her Quirk is active, she'll lose all the data stored on them. Until they are restored to normal, she can't record anything.
   
Birth Date: July 27th.

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Hair Color: Pale silver-blonde.
   
Eye Color: Varies. Usually blue, sometimes red or green.
   
Height: Five feet, eight inches.
   
Weight: 118 lbs.

Tattoos/Piercings: None of note.

Oddities: Strange color changes in hair and eyes when she uses her Quirk.

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Appearance Notes
To put the matter bluntly, were it not for the fact that the world's population has grown significantly more diverse in appearance since the appearance of Quirks, Fumika would most assuredly stick out like a sore thumb wherever she went. And, even given that many of the people around her have Quirks that make them appear even stranger than Fumika herself, she still tends to grab one's attention rather quickly. Her hair is a distinctly bizarre shade of whitish-gold and, in certain lighting, seems just the faintest bit luminescent. This is, in fact, because it is, as all of her hairs are actually coated with a silicate fiber and have a slight electrical current running through them most of the time, stemming in turn from her optic nerve. It is this silicate that she uses to store recorded data with her Quirk, and which changes the color of her hair in response to the changing currents running through it when she switches from storing data to recovering it for projection. Her eyes are similarly unique, as they appear to be made up of a shifting gradient of blue rather than a solid pigment. This is both due to their connection to the overall silicate network, and due to another factor, which is the primary cause of her pale, largely monotone complexion. Her body also produces a strange type of quantum particle, which it secretes through its pores, encasing itself in a transparent shell. These particles also tend to gather in her eyes, giving them their unusual coloration, as well as a faint glow. When she begins projecting or recording, these particles mimic the silicate in her hair, causing her eyes to change to a solid shade of red or green, as mentioned above. Of note is that when her eyes change color, her pupils become entirely that one color, with the individual components thereof blurring to the point at which they become indistinct. This is actually because her recording functions by sending out small pulses of particles as a sort of pseudo-sonar in order to evaluate what she is currently observing, and then transmit that data back through her optic nerve and into storage, using a prominent "core" of silicate in her hair as a transmitter: her ahoge. Her projection is slightly more complicated, focusing instead upon shaping the shell of quantum particles around her in order to form functional imitations of various objects, forces, and creatures. The basic form and appearance - or "shell" - is transmitted to a projected image via her ahoge-antenna. However, she also must continually release similar pulses from her eyes to actively maintain the projection's cohesion and shape. This is why, when she doesn't look at her creations, they begin to crumble internally and become functionally intangible.

Regardless of the reasons, however, her skin appears incredibly pale and somewhat indistinct, lacking major features or blemishes that can be made out through the "shell" of particles coating it. The only exception to this is a large scar on her side and back - a dark red blotch burned into her flesh and running from her right hip up to the center of her back. Her hair, meanwhile, is a few shades too light and bright to be called a natural color, and her eyes seem to be several different shades of blue at once, and appear to glow on top of that. Due to these features, even if her overall body still looks Human, Fumika nevertheless seems just a few shades off from being an ordinary person. This also isn't helped by certain other traits, like the fact that her hair is so long that it runs clear down to her knees, even when braided. Yet, strangely enough for someone so colorful in appearance, her actual shape appears... well, terribly ordinary. She's of average height, and tremendously thin in build, with a flat stomach and a somewhat less flat chest. Overall, these traits actually make it seem like she's rather unremarkable aside from her abnormal coloration. However, looks can be deceiving, as she's actually surprisingly strong, even if it's just in a mundane sense rather than the overbearing strength of the bearers of certain Quirks. Her shoulders and hips are broad, bordering her otherwise lithe frame with long, limber limbs with a clear musculature underlying their pallid texture. This much aside, she's also tremendously acrobatic and flexible, a fact which takes many people by surprise, considering her overall rather doll-like appearance.

Fumika's wardrobe is about as unusual as she herself is. Most of the time, she can be seen wearing simple outfits, usually consisting of ordinary blouses, cardigans, blazers, and the like. More often than not, she'll also wear a skirt of some sort or another, but never anything quite so formal as a dress. And, as far as color goes, she mostly wears subdued, dull hues like browns, blacks, and the occasional matte red or blue. She also tends to be seen with a pair of white-rimmed, ovular spectacles, as her Quirk's effect on her eyes has actually made her slightly nearsighted, making it difficult for her to focus on things directly in front of her. With all of these factors put together, she usually tends to look very proper, and somewhat subdued, with the sort of aesthetic you'd expect to see on an honor student, or perhaps a librarian. Yet, every now and again, she'll instead don something with an image that's different in almost every conceivable way, as though it were lifted from the wardrobe of a completely different person. Usually, these garments have very bright colors like pinks and whites, but an overall design that's a bit closer to punk or gothic fashion, with prominent asymmetry, low cut tops worn halfway off-shoulder, and short skirts coupled with boots or thigh-high stockings as opposed to her usual opaque tights. When asked about these significantly more provocative outfits, she'll usually say that they were a gift from a friend and leave it at that. Regardless, given her serious demeanor, the fact that she wears them at all seems highly unusual.

Her Hero costume takes a somewhat middle-of-the-road approach, being focused on practicality but maintaining several aesthetic similarities to her more eye-catching apparel. In particular, the colors are clearly inspired by those given to her by her friend, consisting entirely of bright whites and pinks. She's also made several other stylistic concessions, however, such as a series of looping belts with a holster that, as of yet, she's found nothing decent to put in save her cell phone, or a few pointless straps around her right thigh that don't actually hold up anything. Most obvious of these would be the fact that the rubberized inner bodysuit of the costume actually extends down her left leg to her thigh, but her left sock doesn't go past her boot, while her right stocking reaches past her knee, creating a deliberate inversion. The costume itself, however, has several features that illustrate a surprising amount of forethought. Consisting of a thigh-length, high-collared romper, it's only slightly too thick to be called skintight, in large part due to containing between its hard outer coating and form-fitting lining a layer of chemically-treated foam padding at its center meant to reduce impacts, provide insulation against cold, and proofing against fire. Its inner layer is also rubberized to keep it from conducting electricity, as any outside current running counter to that pulsing through her own body would disrupt her data storage, thus making Electric-types something of a natural enemy for her. This rubber layer also extends through the sleeves and forms an inner glove, over which she wears fingerless vambraces, serving both to protect her hands from damage and give her the option to grapple with electric-types without risk. Her hands can, in turn, slip back into the cuffs of the sleeves. These cuffs puff outward, held in place by a set of armored - and non-conductive - metal bracers concealed beneath the cloth, meant to serve as small shields. However, they can also greatly increase the amount of damage she can deal with a single punch, since, once she slips her hands back inside them, they functionally serve as steel-coated boxing gloves. Similarly, her pink-trimmed white boots also have a layer of metal within their soles and toes, making her kicks significantly more painful than one might expect of a girl her size. Finally, topping off this costume is her visor. Consisting of an opaque pair of black "goggles," it usually ends up pulled back up over her messy bangs to keep it out of her face when she's not in combat. In battle, however, she slides it down over her eyes, with only their chromatic glow visible through it. With this mask covering the upper half of her face and the high collar of her jumper covering her chin and mouth, one can make out almost none of her features. More importantly, though, even if the symbols in her hair - which is sadly too long to cover up with something like a helmet, and more importantly has to be long to give her decent memory storage capacity for her recordings - betray which power she's currently using, her visor prevents anyone from seeing where she's looking, taking a cue from Eraserhead and his goggles. It also serves as a protective shield against attacks on her eyes. As an added side bonus, it also corrects her nearsightedness and keeps her hair out of her eyes so that she can see clearly in a crisis.

Overall, Fumika's Hero costume manages to be both functional and distinctive, even if it perhaps isn't exactly the sort of thing you'd expect from a budding superhero, considering that it almost looks more like something a juvenile delinquent might wear. One can't really deny that it looks good on her, though.

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{Curious, Dense, Honest, Empty}
Fumika strikes one almost immediately as a rather strange girl. Her demeanor is very subdued and quiet, and she seldom reaches out to other people. This isn't to say she's unfriendly or antisocial, as she will usually speak when spoken to unless she's particularly distracted. Rather, it's more like she simply doesn't choose to talk to others unless they first choose to talk to her. That much aside, it's also very hard to get an idea of what exactly she's thinking, since her expression seldom seems to change. She always seems focused on something, like she's intently watching her surroundings, or contemplating some deep mystery of which only she is aware. Yet, despite - or perhaps because of - this singleminded focus, she also seems incredibly oblivious and spacey, like she's always got her head stuck in the clouds. Maybe it's because she's always so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn't often start conversations with others?

Regardless, she seems like an honest, good-natured person. The problem is that "good-natured" doesn't necessarily mean "nice," and "honest" doesn't necessarily mean "polite." She certainly doesn't seem to be trying to be rude, and will readily apologize for any perceived insult on her part. But, even so, she can be very difficult to talk to, since she can be very stubborn, and only seems to see things from her own point of view. What's worse, she doesn't seem to understand what "tact" is, and as such, speaks incredibly bluntly. If she doesn't understand the way someone is acting, or doesn't get their reasoning, she'll much more often say something like "You don't make sense" than something like "I don't understand, please explain," as if since their thoughts don't make sense to her, they don't make any sense by some kind of absolute, objective standard. Because of this, she can oftentimes innocently end up pointing out flaws that people would rather not hear about, making her something of a nuisance. And yet, when people are offended by her words, Fumika seems honestly surprised, taken aback, and even remorseful, readily apologizing each and every time. As such, it's unlikely that she intends to be rude. She's just very bad at social interaction, and doesn't seem to realize that she's the weird one. At the same time, though, this same crippling flaw of hers can also make her come off as very endearing and sweet, since if somebody does something she finds praiseworthy, she won't hesitate to tell them in the most direct manner possible that what they did was good. She especially looks up to those who she sees as heroes, being a very devoted follower of almost anyone who's willing to do the right thing regardless of the risk or the cost. She's no hypocrite, either - or at least, is trying very hard not to be one, since she's generous almost to a fault. If someone said they needed her very clothing, she'd probably strip and give it to them without a second thought. Admittedly, this may in part be because of how oblivious she is, but she clearly means well, regardless.

On a related note, manners isn't the only thing she doesn't really get. Fumika and the concept of personal space don't seem to be acquainted - at least, in regards to those who are important to her. If Fumika feels emotionally attached to or intrigued by somebody, she tends to get very clingy, sticking close to them and hanging off of them like they're her own personal security blanket. This is actually rather strange, since towards anybody she doesn't share this connection to, she tends to be quite physically distant, shying away from physical contact with anyone she's not particularly close to. In this sense, she's almost like a young child, clinging to those she views as family and viewing outsiders with distrust.

This comparison may be more apt than one might realize, as she's a tremendously curious individual. As mentioned earlier, it always seems like there's something or other that's caught her interest entirely, and thus, more often than not, she can be seen observing something or someone, curious about how it works or who they are. With the zeal of child in a toy store, she thus lives romping from one new thing to the next. These novelties could be anything, ranging from treats, games, and fanciful trinkets to interesting philosophies or people. On this note, it's important to make a distinction. Although Fumika's emotional growth was undoubtedly stunted at some point, she's most certainly not an idiot, intellectually speaking. Gifted with an incredibly keen memory as a side-effect of her Quirk, she uses this to her advantage by amassing a veritable database of knowledge inside her head and putting it to use in any way she can. A tremendously creative and introspective individual, she gathers information on everything she can find around her. By observing her surroundings and understanding everything she can, she becomes a little bit better prepared to cope with the world around her. And, by observing other people working hard for what they believe in, maybe she can get a better idea of what it is, exactly, she herself wants to strive for. Such is her reasoning, and thus is why, even if she doesn't often interact with others, she often watches them with a keen interest.

As mentioned before, it's very difficult to figure out what exactly Fumika is thinking about. This is due to the fact that, quite simply, despite her somewhat childish mentality, she has a surprising level of control over how much she actually emotes. She doesn't seem gloomy, necessarily, nor does she seem happy despite her tremendous concentration and the underlying childish energy she displays so freely. Rather, she usually just seems kind of... blank. She doesn't really show many expressions, or rather, what expressions she does show all seem very understated. A slight upward curl of her lips is like a smile or a laugh, a faint frown of frustration is akin to an angry outburst, a glum sigh is like tears, and awkward fidgeting akin to fear or unease. It's this overwhelmingly stoic front that makes her seem so serious, since she ponders everything, be it a joke or an honest question, with the same unreadable poker face.

Speaking of jokes, when it comes to that sort of thing, Fumika is... well, she's about as dense when it comes to recognizing things like sarcasm as she is when it comes to speaking with tact. She's very literal-minded, and doesn't really get things like metaphors or facetious statements. Given her blunt honesty, and the fact that she seldom, if ever knowingly lies, it's quite possible that she just doesn't comprehend the utility of sharing information if that information isn't either guaranteed to be true or, at the very least, something she earnestly believes in. However, even if it's easy to "fool her once," as it were, she's not quite so naive as you might think, as she's long since discovered that people are capable of telling falsehoods. What's more, given her Quirk, it's very difficult for her to forget a lesson once she's learned it. Because of this, she actually tends not to trust people easily, taking what they say at face value, but picking it apart with constant vigilance, always on guard against deception. Her trust, once lost, isn't easily regained.

Regardless, Fumika is a living pile of idiosyncrasies, and quite a handful to deal with, regardless of her good intentions. Perhaps it's because of this that she doesn't seem to have many friends? I say "many" rather than "any" because there is one close friend about whom she speaks at great length when given even the slightest prodding, displaying a certain joy just in mentioning her that clashes completely with her usual stoicism. This "Haruka," whom she seems to idolize, was apparently her inspiration for becoming a Hero, although she doesn't really go into detail on that count. In any case, most people around her seem to keep her at arms' length, and she responds in kind, content to keep living within her own little world. It's almost as though she's simply observing her own life rather than living it, and finds trying to understand other people as difficult as they find trying to understand her.

Perhaps, beyond her seriousness and outward cool... there isn't really anything else to her?

Perhaps, Fumika is simply empty - although what she's missing, who can say...?
  
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Likes
  • Fluffy Things: Petting them helps her relax. Especially if the thing in question is a dog. Dogs are amazing.
  • Drawing Pictures: It helps her store recorded visual information without wasting valuable space. Also, it's very relaxing. Relaxing is nice.
  • Free Running: Parkour might not seem like a hobby taken up to relieve stress, but it certainly is one for Fumika. It reminds her of home, and playing with her best friend Haruka.
  • Tasty Things: Fumika kind of has a massive sweet tooth, and tends to indulge in treats now and again to celebrate when she's feeling happy, or console herself when she's feeling down.
  • Anything New: She's always looking for more data to record to sate her curiosity. Therefore, new people and things will always pique her interest.

Dislikes/Hates
  • Fire: After the incident that gave her the burn on her back, she's come to have an immense dislike - not to mention fear - of fire.
  • Her Quirk: It might seem unthinkable, considering how much she relies on it, but actually, Fumika rather dislikes the fact that her ability essentially amounts to just copying and using the strength of others, rather than her own strength. Nothing she creates will last, and all of her accomplishments are just replicas of something that was already done. Knowing this, it's hard not to be a little bitter...
  • Liars: She's always been an incredibly straightforward person, and an incredibly curious one. As such, people who don't tell her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth frustrate her to no end.
  • Villains: This label extends to anyone who uses the powers they've been given irresponsibly, in her opinion. Even if it's an accident, hurting others due to one's own selfishness is an unforgivable crime.
  • Socializing: There are just so many pointless rules and guidelines to dealing with other people - especially in a formal context. It doesn't make any sense to her.



Strengths
Fumika is astonishingly acrobatic, with an excellent memory and a creative mind. She's also very determined, and tends to never give up if she can help it.

Weaknesses
...However, she's also very oblivious when it comes to dealing with others, and doesn't know her own limits. She also lacks confidence despite her resolve. What's more, her Quirk has several crippling weaknesses and doesn't directly strengthen her at all: two factors which can be exploited to render her effectively Quirkless.

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History
"Top heroes often have stories about them from their school days. Most of these stories have one thing in common: their bodies moved before they had the chance to think." - All-Might

The story of the girl who would one day become the heroine Replicorder is a little different. True, she herself acted without hesitation when faced with danger, but even so, it was she herself who ended up being saved by a true hero on that day.

Born into a small town in the countryside, Fumika's life was rather unremarkable until she reached age 13. However, although it was unremarkable, it wasn't unimportant. From a young age, her parents realized she was a bit... off, somehow. She was always earnest, saying exactly how she felt without any sort of filter. At first, there weren't any problems, but as she and the children around her grew older, she was slowly pushed away from them, as her honest answers seemed to them like insults and criticisms. It only grew worse when her Quirk - a combination of her father's ability to perfectly recall things he'd seen and his mother's ability to create simple constructs of energy from her own body - first appeared, as, compared to those around her, she felt as though her own efforts were impermanent and, ultimately, meaningless. Feeling rejected and unable to express herself, over time, Fumika simply gave up, resigning herself to fading into the background as a mere observer of her surroundings rather than a participant in them. And, were it not for the arrival of one Harukaze Haruka, her life probably would have remained this way forever.

Haruka was a transfer student, possessed of boundless energy and a singular drive to help others. She wasn't exactly widely liked due to her overwhelming attitude of her responsibility, which some of her classmates found to be condescension. However, to Fumika, she was a hero, since unlike her, Haruka had a strong belief in something, and was willing and able to put in the effort to make a difference in the world around her. Haruka, for her part, took a liking to Fumika for her honesty, and so took the young girl under her wing. As the two grew older, Haruka hatched a simple dream: she wanted to become a pro hero, and wanted Fumika to help her as her sidekick. Fumika, without any particular aptitudes or dreams of her own, agreed. So it was that from this time forward, Haruka was Fumika's best friend, and Fumika was Haruka's devoted sidekick and follower.

Haruka is likely to thank for Fumika's athleticism. Possessed of a Quirk that allowed her to vastly amplify the physical strength of her legs, she was capable of moving at unbelievable speeds, forcing Fumika to sprint just to keep pace whenever they trained together. Although her ability wasn't exactly flashy, Fumika still envied Haruka for her strength, something which Fumika's less direct abilities lacked. Wanting to be more like her, Fumika gave her training her best effort, not wanting to slow the friend she so respected down.

Their futures looked promising, regardless. They definitely had what it took to become heroes - or so they thought. However, not everything always goes as planned, and Haruka's dream was no exception. One day, on a day like any other, an impulsive student unable to control his fire Quirk lost his temper, and accidentally caused an explosion that lit the school they attended ablaze, in addition causing a collapse that trapped Fumika and Haruka's entire class in their burning classroom. Thinking quickly, Fumika used her Quirk to create copies of several trees she'd recorded on a whim, using these to hold up the falling ceiling while the rest of the class evacuated through the window. However, she herself couldn't move without looking away from at least one of her projections, and the ceiling was only barely holding up as it was. As such, she was forced to stand stock still, even as the fire spread behind her, licking at her back. Haruka, realizing her friend was in jeopardy, rushed back in to save her, but was too late. The choking smoke caused Fumika to blink, and her projections collapsed, taking the ceiling with them. Determined to save her friend, Haruka pushed her Quirk to its very limits, grabbing Fumika and then leaping backward with all the strength she could muster, absorbing the force of the sudden acceleration and the collision with the classroom's windows with her own body so that Fumika wouldn't be hurt, and furthermore taking the brunt of the fall.

Her desperate plan worked. They both got out alive, but at a great cost to Haruka. The leg she'd used to jump with, accelerating beyond her limits, was reduced to pulp. What was worse, several of her ribs were broken, and several discs in her spine were knocked out of place. Although her broken bones were fixed through surgery, there was nothing that the understaffed hospital in the rural area the two lived in could do about her destroyed leg. They were forced to amputate one of the limbs containing all that strength Fumika had so admired, and the girl who had once sprinted far out ahead of her was now forced to hobble along on crutches.

Haruka was heartbroken at her loss, but told Fumika that she didn't regret her decisions. After all, even if she had lost all hope of becoming a hero, at least her best friend was safe. But now, Haruka had no dreams to strive for, and all the effort they'd given seemed to have been for naught. So it was that with no goals of her own, Fumika made a decision.

"If you can't become a Hero, then I'll become one for you. Between that, and the way I already am... there's no difference. I see things that I admire, and I counterfeit them. So please smile, Haruka... Even just a little bit would be fine. I'll use my power to copy your strength, and grant that wish of yours."

And from that day forward, she never turned back. Applying to U.A., she worked her hardest and barely managed to make the cut. Ever since then, she's been training tirelessly, all for the sake of one simple goal: to make Haruka proud of her, and maybe bring her dear friend just a little bit of happiness...



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So begins...

Motome Fumika's Story

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Rin was already half way awake when she suspected her alarm to go off as she heard a faint beep beep beep! come from her phone on her bedside table. She let out a groan and her hair stretched out into a hand to grab the phone and turn the alarm off, as she propped herself up with her elbow and looked around her room- Sun was streaming through her curtains and shining onot her wall plastered with posters of all of her favourite things. Rin noticed the time and sighed, 'Six thirthy, huh?' She thought to herself and finally swung her legs from the bed and got up- as soon her her feet hit the ground her arms reached up and she stretched out.

Today was her first day of super hero school and Rin was going as slow as a rabbit. Wait no, it's as slow as a turtle. Yeah. Rin turned to her closet and dramatically opened it up, "What do we have to wear today~?" Rin asked herself out loud as she fanned her face with her hand and grabbed her uniform- who was she kidding she was just a school girl.

Soon Rin's uniform was on and she was struggling with putting the tie on and soon forgot about it, grabbing her small bear pin and putting it on the tie- which had become a special thing she had done to spice up all of her uniforms. Rin traveled outside to the kitchen where she smelt an omelette on the table and her mom and dad already eating. Rin sat down and looked around the table with a smile. "Good morning to the lovely people who brought me to this wonderful place called home!" Rin exclaimed as her mom nodded, "And good morning to my crazy girl." She responded as her dad shook his head at Rin's mess of a tie. "Let me help with that.." He grumbled as he got up, her fingers messing around with her tie until it was flattened and tucked in perfectly.

"Thanks dad~" Rin mumbled out before digging into her omelette sitting in front of her.

Soon she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth- putting on a little bit TOO much tooth paste as she wanted to have that effect of toothpaste foaming around her mouth like a dog with rabies. Rin had finished up with that and looked at her hair in the mirror, the hair that had gotten her into this special school. Rin's hair grew a little a gave her a thumbs up, which made Rin grin- even though it was obvious she did it herself.

Rin grabbed her backpack from her room and waved to her parents goodbye before walking outside, and grabbing her bike. "Bye, bye, I'll see you soon! Make sure Daichi knows I had a great morning!" Rin called out to her parents, clearly not forgetting about her best friend who was probably making his way to school right now too. Soon she was off on her bike, with her backpack on her shoulders and the wind brushing against her face- the smell of the morning air making Rin smile, the small things in life were the best things to Rin.

As she got got out of her neighborhood and into the city Rin noticed other students walking and biking to school and she was filled her with hope, she would make new friends and she would have great time at school. Rin promised herself as she approached the gate of the school and got off her bike, taking out her ID and noticing the scanner. Rin let out a small ohh before letting the scanner see her ID as the gate opened and she traveled in happily.

Rin parked her bike inside the gates of the school and looked up at the glass structure that would soon call school. 'Wow..' Rin gazed at the building, before jumping up and down in excitement- and sprinting inside the school, her sneakers squeaking against the shiny floors as she sped around- remembering her class number. 1-A. She had to find class 1-A, maybe this would be her first challenge? Who knows? Rin let the voices in her head talk to her as she her running slowed down to a jog as she started to feel somewhat tired. Soon she was two floors up and saw the classes starting, which sparked some hope in her. She kept repeating 1-A in her head until her eyes lit up- "I found it!" Rin squealed as she opened the sliding doors to the class room.

That's weird, no one was here- she didn't even see a teacher. Rin shrugged, if she made it this far- and the sign above the classroom clearly said 1-A she was at the right place, plus she wasn't moving after she climbed those stairs while running. So Rin perched herself at a desk near the window and sat there, patiently waiting for another student or a teacher.

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Sunlight trickled onto Hinata's face as he yawned softly and sat up. His eyes lazily drifted around his bedroom and he wiggled his toes slightly under his sheets and chuckled to himself. A knock at his door snapped him out of little morning stupor. It was his mother Kohina, she entered his room and smiled broadly.

"Today's a big day sweetheart." She cooed as he laid out his sweater, skirt, and knee highs. "It's your first day of Superhero school!" She said as she softly kissed his forehead. He got up and hugged his mom tightly.

"Alright mama, I'll get dressed and be right down." His mother left and he took off his pink and white cloud-patterned silk nightgown and slid on his clothes, his combed through his hair and walked downstairs happily. His father, Gorou, and his mother were standing at the door. One had his backpack, the other a bento lunch.

"Now, don't get hurt and if someone else gets hurt that's their own problem! Don't you step in and if it's too severe definitely don't and-" His father interupted his mother's speech and her eyes welled up with tears. His father pulled his mother close and they both smiled and said together.

"Goodluck at school today Hinata." Hinata felt tears run down his smiling face as he hugged them both and kissed their cheeks. Thanking them before grabbing his stuff and heading out toward his new school.

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Once Hinata arrived in the school he wandered through the hallways, taking everything in with an awestruck expression. It was so cool here. He couldn't believe that he had truly gotten in, he'd be a superhero someday and that prospect of that sent shivers down his spine. His mind wandered in dreams of himself in a superhero cape, saving people and fighting bad guys. His mouth in reality hung open a bit as he wandered aimlessly toward room 1-A. His brain was elsewhere entirely, causing him to crash into a large male upperclassman. Hinata gasped and apologized repeatedly, the large man grinned lecherously and looked over Hinata. Though that was interrupted by the boy checking his watch and gasping.

"Holy cow, is that the time?! I gotta go! Thanks for breaking my fall kind sir!" Hinata got up, smoothed his skirt and bowed quickly running off toward his classroom. The classman sat in a daze watching the little girl run off. She was cute, but obviously crazy.

Hinata arrived in his classroom and straightened his outfit as he walked in and sighed content that he finally made it. He spotted a girl with brown hair near the window. He waved to her shyly as he took a front-row seat in the center of class. Hyped and ready for whatever awaited him. He kicked his feet slightly and smiled wide. He was very nervous, he wasn't sure how he'd demonstrate his ability. . . But! He was still ready for whatever awaited him in the near future. He was sure his classmates would be really cool too.

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PEREGRINE


“Naoki? Yes… Yes, I like it. It’s got a certain ring to it.”

“Sir, we need the space to work.”

“I won’t leave my wife!”

“Mr. Castle, it is standard procedure in the event that-“

“He won’t have developed a dangerous quirk at birth. I’ll bet my life on it!”

“A 5% chance is enough for the government to pass laws, Mr. Castle.”

“THERE’S NO TIME, PERRY, JUST GO!” Gina interrupted with a pained gasp. The severity of the shriek snapped the doctors into third gear, Peregrine stood stunned as the sudden rush in movement left him in the dust. “I’M A HERO, DAMNIT! I’LL BE FINE!”

“AUGH!!” Peregrine paced swiftly outside of the delivery room. What he wouldn’t do to have some soft earth or stone to grind between his tough fingers within the hospital. The consistently sterile corridors made him feel powerless, even more so than he did in the delivery room. For once in his life, his mind processed remotely selfish thoughts. What he wouldn’t give to be in the room as his own son as he came into the world. What he would sacrifice. Some of the thoughts even frightened Peregrine. Was his son such a big deal to warrant such… villainous thoughts?

He caught himself, half-ashamed, but relieved that he never voiced any of those concerns aloud. However, he suspected that if he did, the people around him would have understood such irrational thoughts. Fathers-to-be often acted irrational at the moment of truth. He knew that Gina was correct. She was a hero, Peregrine’s other half, and both were the strongest Toronto’s ever known… but this was not taking down the Lake Ontario Terror. The Terror was easy. The Terror was held in a prison in the hottest desert, where the moisture was perfectly lacking.

As he paced, the red-haired, seven-foot hero stole a glance out the window. Police were barely keeping a handle on the reporters and camera operators on the other side of the street. Every one of them were there for the same reason, much to Peregrine’s annoyance.

Falcon Fortress and Werewolf were the mightiest heroes in Toronto. They were local legends, whose names reached out half-way across the province, and even partially into the states across the Great Lakes. They, along with The Grizzly, Jumping Jack, The Game, Nickel Son, and Chill of the North, were some of the biggest names in Canada. Jack and Chill in particular were close friends of Peregrine’s. They were keeping an eye on Toronto whilst the two were at this… admittedly enormous moment of weakness. No-doubt Peregrine would owe those two some serious favours. He did not care, he’d pay what ever dues they would demand. His child’s smile would be worth any favour.

The police also set up a strong perimeter, with spotters and snipers in every adjacent building, and several lesser-known heroes patrolling the areas beyond. At this very moment, the hospital Peregrine stood in was the safest spot on Earth, save for anywhere All Might, or any of the other Top Four stood.

The shouting of instructions and pain did not help Peregrine relax. His legs wobbled as he bit his lip. He couldn’t bear to sit down, else his spaghetti-like legs wouldn’t allow him to stand up again. He had to move. He had to do something. That’s what heroes do. They do something when all others could not. The shouting climaxed in a savage roar that left Peregrine dumbstuck, and his throat dry. The commotion was followed by silence, broken shortly after by tiny whimpering and crying. The voice was too small and too soft to be the werewolf-esque woman. The door opened a few seconds later. Peregrine clasped both hands together. His fingers squeezed, coming close to crushing each other. “Is he…?”

“Without a quirk at birth? Yes. You can come in, Mr. Cas-” Peregrine did not hesitate. His large frame almost bowled the doctor over. His blazing red hair flipped backward from the sudden acceleration.

“He’s got your face, Perry,” Gina said.

Peregrine laughed, “He’s… He’s got my everything, it looks like.” She looked the spitting image of Peregrine’s old baby pictures.

“I’m glad,” Gina’s werewolf-like mouth curled into a fanged smile, “I’d hate to raise a wolf cub. You remember those ancient documentaries? Those cubs bite!”

“Thank goodness for that, eh?” Peregrine chuckled. “Aw… look at you…”

“Naoki… Castle,” the doctor started as he wrote down some notes on a clipboard. “Date of birth… 1:23PM Local time. May 19th… year…”

Peregrine did not hear the rest. He was in another world as he gazed upon the closed eyes of his son, When they would first open later on, he would see eyes that perfectly mirrored his own.

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NAOKI


The Dorm room smelled like fresh soil. Castle awoke to the sound of his phone ringing. Having spent most of last night unpacking, he was quite tired. Fortunately, he had left the window unblocked. The morning sun filled the room with warmth and light, and the teenage boy slowly rejuvenated. The leaves that were slightly limp began to thicken with life. This gave him enough strength to reach the phone on his bedside table. “Hey, what’s up?” he groaned.

“Did you make it there okay?” Gina Wolfe’s voice emitted from the speaker, "You sound really tired."

“Spent last night packing, mom,” Castle rose from his bed after unplugging the phone from the wall charger. “How’s Toronto?”

“Full of villains,” Gina replied, “I’m sorry I can’t be there, but… well, you know.” The void the Falcon Fortress left was large, even not considering the man’s stature.

“Hey, don’t worry mom,” Castle replied reassuringly, “Just three years, and then I’ll be back home, maybe sooner if I get summers off.”

“Don’t let me hold you back, Evergreen. Besides, you’re not alone in Japan. You’ve got your classmates, fellow heroes-to-be, and you still have family there. Your uncle Logan.”

“Oh yeah, how’s he doing?” Castle asked.

“Last I heard from him, he was running an auto-body shop. You should visit sometime.”

“Maybe if I don’t have too much classes, eh?” Castle said, “Do you have his number?”

“Unfortunately, no. He got a new phone, and I misplaced his card.”

“Shame.”

“How’s the dorm?”

“Perfect,” Castle stood in the centre of the room. His back faced the window, where the sun shone directly on every leaf on his head. “Well, not quite perfect. Could use some soil, but security won’t allow foreign contaminants in case other students aren’t cool with it.”

“That’s fair. You still have the grounds,” Gina replied, “Oh! Duty calls. I’ll call you in the morning.”

“It is morning, mom,” Castle smirked.

“Ah, yes, time zones… I’ll text you then. Bye sweetie! I love you!”

“I love you too, mom.” At that, Gina Wolfe hanged up.

Castle headed into the bathroom that came with every dorm room, and performed the usual business. The shower provided Castle with a refreshing drink through his roots. Brushing his teeth- while not as much a priority since he rarely eats in the traditional sense- was a force of habit anyway.

Naoki Castle’s room was surprisingly normal for a plant guy. In the corner was a workout station set into the walls. The station incorporated pulleys and cables to provide resistance for a multitude of strength-building exercises, plus a bar for chin-ups. Directly next to the unit was a bicycle for moving around town. The room contained a sofa, a dresser across from the sofa, and a coffee table set in between. A shelving unit with a mini-closet at the bottom sat across from the bed- which was set right up to the window. The duffel bags used to carry Castle’s wardrobe and all the gear he brought along were all stored in the lower locker, along with a multitude of other things the boy hadn’t set up. The first thing Naoki had set up, which sat in an empty corner by the door opposite the exercise machine, was an ancient-looking arcade cabinet. The original plastic sign had long-since faded, but a very faint outline of some letters barely spelled out “RAIDEN II”. In the unlocked coin carrier, one could access as many quarters as one could ever ask for- although they’d be useless in Japan apart from operating this exact machine.

On top of his dresser sat a small wide-screen TV with a jungle-green N64 hooked up to it. The system was ancient, developed at a time before Quirks were a thing, and it had survived all these generations. As such, it was a particularly valuable piece of history. Sitting next to the console was a small hand-held gaming console that looked equally as old. Castle had half a mind to play the system, but one look at his phone’s clock told him he couldn’t afford it. For now, he had to get changed out of the flowing boxer shorts he wore. A loose green tee shirt and baggy cargo shorts was all the boy needed, well, besides a fresh pair of boxers. In his pockets, he packed his wallet with respective cards, a pocket notebook with a pencil, and his phone. On the collar of his shirt, he packed a pair of aviator shades. His loose clothing only served to make him seem even skinnier than he actually was. The school uniforms he was given sat neatly folded on the couch, but used only once. Once was more than enough for Castle to know how much he couldn’t possibly wear them. They’re… stifling… Maybe they’ll modify them for his comfort, but Castle knew that wouldn’t happen today. He’d need to tell the staff about it later.

His backpack carried a larger notepad, and was quite light as a result. He imagined he would need to get textbooks either today or tomorrow anyway. Even though it was fully charged, Castle figured he would be too busy with orientation and such to actually play on the handheld console.

His light brown, root-like feet tapped lightly along the carpet, picking up microbes the vacuum cleaner had missed. Outside the door, Castle locked his room with his ID card- a high-tech card that really indicated the sheer budget hero schools like UA really held. He then began to head downstairs from the fifth floor. He had picked the fifth floor because the windows got the most sun. Getting to jog down the stairs made good exercise anyway. He couldn’t complain.

Soon enough, he crossed the men’s common room and exited the front doors. The pure, unimpeded sunlight washed over Castle like the shower he had just taken. There were students already rushing towards their respective classes, which seemed to strike the plant man as an indicator that he should do the same.

Class 1-A… Castle produced the pocket map from his wallet and scanned through it as he broke into a light jog. Second floor, main building… Castle returned the map to his pocket and began searching for the closest stairs. He passed by students with quirks ranging from flashy to disturbing, but no one really paid each other any mind. After all, they were beginning to run late. Eventually, he found the classroom he was looking for. There were already two girls in the room, but no signs of a teacher.

“Hm…” Castle hummed as he scanned the blackboard for any instructions the teacher might have left in case they happened to be running late. The blackboard was entirely blank. “Good morning,” he then said energetically to the two girls as he strolled to a window seat. He picked the desk directly behind the first girl, which happened to be in the centre of the window placement.

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It was impossible for Izaya to sleep through an alarm, especially when his form of an alarm was the sound of people's groggy morning thoughts filling his brain against his will. He could never decide which bothered him more, the overly enthusiastic morning people or the grumpy ones who complained about everything until they had at least one cup of coffee in them. Rolling over in his bed, the boy did his best to tune out the unwanted thoughts as he stared over at his wall covered in posters of well-known heroes. He smiled softly to himself, hardly able to believe that he was about to attend the same high school that so many of them had attended at his age.

His body was full of adrenaline at the thought of his first day of superhero school but he couldn't seem to keep his own negative thoughts from appearing. What if everyone was right and I don't belong at U.A.? What if I'm laughed out of the building as soon as I have to announce what my quirk is? He shook his head, pushing himself up on his elbows before rolling out of bed and rushing to grab his perfectly ironed school uniform from where it was hung up in his closet the night before. He rushed to get ready, having spent too much time in bed listening to Mr. Ozazora thought's about divorcing his wife because of how loudly she snored. He was almost completely dressed when he slipped over his pant leg, collapsing onto his bedroom floor with a loud crash. His cheeks burned a rosy red as he thanked the Gods that he was alone in his room where no one could see him being a complete klutz.

Practically running into his mother in the kitchen he grabbed an apple out of his mom's hand knowing she had been planning to hand it to him with her usual 'You have to take time to eat, Izah' before waving frantically back at her as he made his exit and took one step closer to U.A. High.

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Running a bit late after almost missing his bus meant that by the time he arrived U.A. High was full of the anxious thoughts of the hundreds of students on their first day of school. Of course this didn't help calm the red head's nerves either, causing him to become slightly shaky and on edge as he made his way through the wide hallways full of students rushing in one direction or another. He couldn't help but focus in on specific students as he passed them, taking in both their appearances and thoughts as he tried to figure out what their quirk was. Sometimes he was successful, other times the person was still a mystery to him as he continued on his hunt for room 1-A. By the time he had made it through one hallway he didn't even need to consider asking for directions, already overhearing exactly where he needed to go.

Taking the stairs two at a time the anxious boy tried to focus his thoughts on his actions. One step. Two Steps. Three steps. Take a right at the top of the stairs, then a quick left. The door should be five down on the left. So focused on the directions he kept repeating over in his head, he almost didn't notice the door being swung open by someone inside, having to stumble backwards to keep himself from crashing into them.

"W-woah, I-I'm so sorry. I swear I'm not usually this clumsy," he blurted out all at once, despite it being a complete lie. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he avoided making eye contact with who appeared to be a girl just a tad bit shorter than him. Noticing that none of her thoughts seemed to involve wanting to use whatever quirk she had to murder him, he let out a sigh of relief. He rubbed absentmindedly at his bruised forearm from his fall earlier that morning, feeling guilty for lying even though it was over something so simple. Maybe it was because he always knew when people weren't telling the truth, but he could get away with lying if he truly wanted to. "You caught me off guard, I didn't expect there to be a girl opening the door when we're all supposed to be in the classroom but maybe it's my fault for running so late. I'm really really sorry, I could have hurt you," he rambled on, noticing that something he had said seemed to have annoyed...or maybe upset the girl he was speaking to. Maybe she is angry at me after all.

"You- You don't look like you want to hurt me for that but did I say something wrong?" he asked, unaware at the time that it was the pronouns he had wrong. Something so simple, yet important. He already was making a terrible first impression on his classmates and he hadn't even entered the room yet. His heart began to race, his hands shaky as he ran them absentmindedly through his hair.

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"AKARI! GET UP!" a male's voice roared through the home of the Kasai family. He groaned. "Why...?" the male spoke out. He would get up, and his hair would stick up in various twists and ends. His eyes had dark black circles underneath them as he moved out of his bed. His form moved closer to the door, his head stuck out as a girl looked at him. "Get up Hothead. You have your first day at U.A." the female spoke as Akari's eyes widened. wAIT I FORGOT OH MY GOD WHY!? I HAVE TO GET READY I'M GOING TO BE LATE! the male thought as he rushed back into his room. His body moving around as he entered the bathroom. He quickly stripped himself and hopped into the shower. The lukewarm water that rushed over his skin, reminded him of his quirk's heat. He enjoyed the feeling.

Several minutes later, the male exited the shower and got dressed. Despite the U.A already having a "basic uniform guideline", Akari chose to ignore it. He put on his white button up shirt, and tied his blue tie loosely around his neck. Covering that was his ruby red blazer, that had white trim and insides. He put on a pair of gray slacks and rushed down the stairs. "Forgetting your things?" his father asked, as the male would slump. Akari sighed. "Oops, yeah. Hey Dad, thanks for getting me up. I'll see you after school." as he grabbed his belongings and rushed out the door and ran down the streets. Running into people, randomly apologizing for hitting them. He was just excited, he was going to OWN this year. He was going to become one of the best superheroes everywhere. He soon reached the school yard, and scanned his I.D before looking for Class 1-A. He moved silently up the stairs. He was only a bit ahead of time, so he stopped into the classroom, noticing a kid with blondish-orange hair. He's kinda cute, so is everyone! I can't wait till I introduce myself. I'm going to adopt EVERYONE in here. They are now my children. the male thought as he sat down near the back of the classroom.

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~ Two Weeks Ago ~

The blonde-haired girl sat by the side of the train tracks, a faint breeze passing through the station and sending her hair fluttering in her eyes. Brushing it back into place, she gazed down over a nearby guardrail, and onto the town below the hill. Unfolding before her eyes was a familiar landscape - a forest of houses across the roofs of which she and Haruka had silently bounded, separated by streets through which they'd raced. The long, winding road down the slope of the hill from school seemed to glow in the morning sun, reminding her of days gone by. This was home, or at least, it had been.

It had been, but it wouldn't be anymore. Fumika wasn't sure what it was she wanted, but she wondered if it was something other than this. Sitting here on this early morning, about to set off on her own, the bleary-eyed girl found the conviction she'd felt up until now, the certainty she'd had of her goal, starting to slip. To fulfill Haruka's dream... it would make her happy, but wouldn't she be lonely? Wouldn't Fumika be lonely, too? Without Haruka to talk to, and without her mom and dad to look out for her as she moved out on her own, she'd be left all by herself. Was that really the right choice to make? She remembered what it was like, being an observer noticed by no one... And honestly, she didn't want to return to those days. But at the same time, if she stayed, what would she do then? This dream, even if it was inherited from someone else, was the only real goal she had. Without it, what would she strive for? What would she live for?

She didn't know, so she did the only thing she could. She shook these anxious thoughts from her mind, and resolved to carry on. Even if she'd be sad, if it made Haruka happy, it would all be worth it in the end. That alone should have been enough to re-assure her that she was making the right choice. It should have been, but it wasn't.

Fumika sighed ever-so-slightly, biting the inside of her lip. She was almost never uncertain of what she was doing, since she almost never chose what she did herself. But Haruka hadn't asked for this, even if she'd accepted Fumika's offer. She couldn't turn back now without betraying her friend's expectations, but she couldn't proceed without betraying what she herself wanted. No matter which choice she made, she'd still end up failing. This was hard - much too hard for someone like her. Why couldn't it be easy? Why couldn't she just know what was required of her and take the route of least resistance?

The spring wind blew once more across the platform, but this time, it was different. Carried on the breeze was a sound that Fumika recognized immediately: a faint scuffling of wood on the pavement as a familiar figure crested the staircase and hobbled into sight. The raven-haired figure limped over to the bench where Fumika sat, raising a hand from one of her crutches to give the girl a slight wave.

"Mornin'," said Haruka, her tired voice still filled with its usual friendliness and cheer. Fumika's expression changed in a heartbeat, a joyous smile spreading across her melancholy face as she leaped to her feet, her suitcase clattering to the pavement as she rushed to her friend's side, wrapping her arms around her and clinging to her like she was afraid one or the other them would soon disappear. She felt Haruka's hand gently patting her on the head, and drew back to find the person she admired and respected most smiling down at her. "Easy there, Fumi-chan. If you're not careful, you'll knock me over." She warned. Fumika just hugged her more tightly, and Haruka laughed, shifting a little to accommodate her clingy friend as best she could.

Haruka gingerly seated herself on the bench, and Fumika followed suit, returning to her own place beside her. The dark-haired girl gave a wry smile, her golden eyes looking almost sad. "Sorry I was late," She apologized. "I promised I'd be here, but the walk here was a bit harder than I expected."

Fumika shook her head. "It's fine. I'm glad. Glad you came to see me off," She replied, giving a rare smile. The dark-haired girl gave a slight laugh and patted her on the head again, ruffling her hair affectionately.

"So, then, how are you feeling?" Haruka asked, grinning. "Ready to go out there, kick some ass, and save people in need?" Fumika lowered her gaze slightly, shaking her head in response. The truth was that she really didn't feel prepared at all, didn't feel at all like her usual self as an ambivalent observer. She gave a quiet whine, tugging her hair down over her ears uneasily, feeling its warm, soft fluffiness rubbing against her cheeks. While this did help her calm her anxiety to a certain degree, it was far from the consolation she needed. The feeling of her best friend pulling her into another hug, though, was a different story.

"I thought not," Haruka said with a wry smile, looking kindly down at her. "You're nervous, aren't you?" Fumika nodded, rubbing her face into the shoulder of Haruka's jacket. "Well, let me ask you this. What's there to be scared of? You've got an amazing Quirk, and you passed the entrance exam to the best Hero school in the country, for crying out loud. As somebody who's fought against you before, I can safely say that you've got nothing to be afraid of. You can do anything if you put your mind to it, Fumi-chan."

"That's not it," Fumika whispered, her words muffled by the cloth. "That's not it at all, Haruka."

"Eh? Then what's got you so worried?" Haruka asked, taken by surprise. Fumika looked up sadly, her blue eyes struggling hard against the urge to shed their tears.

"I want to be a Hero for you... but I don't want to leave you behind!" She hung her head again, her hands fidgeting as she tried to put her complex feelings into words. "Being a Hero is what you always wanted... it would make you happy... it would be the right thing to do. But if I go to U.A., things will go back to how they were before. I'll be all alone again... I'm not sure if I want that..." Haruka's eyes widened in surprise as she realized what exactly it was Fumika had said. Through all the years Haruka had known her, she'd said a great many things, and had paid close attention to what Haruka had asked of her. But, during all that time, she'd almost never spoken of what it was that she herself actually wanted.

"Let me ask you this. What is it that you want, Fumi-chan?" Haruka gazed down at her friend, trying desperately to read that look on her face, to make sure she wasn't lying in whatever choice she made. Put on the spot, Fumika hesitated. But, hearing the distant sound of a train - her train - approaching quickly, she realized that she would have to choose.

"I think... I think I want to be a Hero," She said at last.

"Then you have a goal. No matter what happens, don't give up on it, okay?" Fumika hesitated a moment at this, but at last nodded. Haruka moved to stand up, causing Fumika to hastily rise and offer her hand to help her. The train pulled into the station behind them, and, picking her luggage back up, Fumika turned to go. "And... don't worry so much about me, alright? Just because we're not in the same town as each other anymore doesn't mean I'll forget all about you, silly. I'll call you every night, so be sure to tell me how things go at U.A., okay? By the time I next see you face-to-face, I want to know exactly how it is you became such a great Hero."

Fumika nodded enthusiastically, smiling as, at the same moment, she tried not to cry. Haruka smiled back, raising one hand from her crutch to give her friend one final wave.

"I'd rather not say 'goodbye,' so... until I see you again, Fumi-chan."

"Until then, Haruka."

As the train doors closed, and with a loud whine, it began to shift, moving away from the town Fumika had always known as home, she found herself rushing to the window, feeling as though leaving now without taking some part of this moment with her would be tantamount to abandoning the home and the friend she'd so cherished. Sure enough, Haruka was still there, standing as tall as always, even though she had to lean on her crutches to do it. She was smiling as she kept waving, but Fumika could see something on her face that caught the light of the rising sun behind her. The entire station was bathed in the same warm orange glow, almost too bright to look at, but at the same time, so dazzling that she couldn't look away.

Fumika's eyes shifted to a bright wine red, taking in that wonderful instant that she made her first real choice, as well as that sad moment in which she left what was most important to her far, far behind, and preserving it forever. The bright sunrise, and the view of the town that day... The light filling the station, and the sight of Haruka, smiling through her tears as she waved goodbye...

Those cherished memories were the impetus for her to carry onward, and the tether that kept her from losing sight of what drove her. That single moment of that single day was what made Fumika decide firmly to become a Hero. And so, this memory, without a doubt, was her most precious of treasures.





Fumika rubbed her eyes and rolled over, tumbling clumsily from under the covers as she slowly sat up. Breathing a quiet yawn, she stumbled to her feet and turned on the light. It flickered a little, the bulb having already nearly burned itself out before she even moved in. Glancing around with bleary eyes, she took in her still-unfamiliar surroundings. A ragged couch she'd found on the curb was placed beside a small table in the room's center, with her futon placed over in the back right corner. In the back left, there was a door leading to the apartment's tiny bathroom, while across the room hung a large sandbag for her training, placed right next to a treadmill and a rack with a couple of shake weights. In the front right was a small pantry with two cabinets, a tiny fridge and freezer, a microwave and a bar of sorts on which to assemble whatever food she might make. Of all those features, this last one was the least used, since the only foods she had at the moment were those of a complexity level roughly akin to microwaved noodles.

There were those who would have called her apartment "run down," "spartan," or perhaps even "empty." But, it served her needs just fine. After all, the rent here was cheaper than the dorms, and it was only a twenty minute walk away from campus. Besides, even if she did need more furnishings than she already had - which she didn't - it wasn't like she could have brought them with her. Shipping and buying all the various things that now adorned her humble abode had already cost her a large portion of her savings, hence why she'd chosen to fill her food supply with cheap, low-quality goods. She'd only really have to eat one meal there, anyway, since lunch was served at the school and she could just skip either breakfast or dinner, depending on her mood.

As things stood, she was too nervous to eat. Besides, she didn't want to risk being late for class. So, she simply removed breakfast from her morning routine, settling for a quick shower before drying her hair - this step was vitally important, since if it was still damp when she got to class, her Quirk would be as good as useless. Once she'd managed to remove her school-issued uniform from its packaging and get dressed, as well as finding her glasses - how exactly had they gotten under the couch, anyway? - she hastily made her way out the door, taking the stairs down to street level and beginning her first morning commute.

By the time she'd reached the school, it was already almost time for classes. But, luckily for her, there was a large tree just outside of the second floor classroom where she was supposed to go. Her eyes flashed green, a matching arrow forming in her hair as a copy of herself appeared in front of her, extending its hands as she ran and jumped towards it. Landing upon the projection's outstretched hands, she was immediately thrown upward, giving her the lift she needed to catch hold of one of the branches overhead. Spinning around it like a gymnast, she managed to flip up atop it, landing gingerly upon the limb and taking a moment to regain her balance before scrambling hastily upward, into the higher branches just outside the window. Finally, once she got on about the right level, she hopped over onto the windowsill, giving it an experimental tug to see if she could open it. Just her luck, it was locked, and everybody in the classroom seemed too distracted to notice her standing out there. She supposed she'd just have to open it herself. So, dismissing her existing copy, she replaced it with another, standing beside her on the windowsill. Then, she closed her eyes, remembering how she'd walked to school earlier that day, but had turned around when she heard a dog barking. The clone walked forward and, being intangible, phased right through the window's glass, before turning around. So far, so good. Next, she tried to recall and play back a time when she'd unlocked a window, but it took a few tries before she managed to recall a time when the lock had been placed the same as the lock on the window she was now trying to open. Fortunately, she managed it, and, watching her clone through the window to make sure that it stayed corporeal, she heard the lock click, and so together with her double pulled the window open to allow herself in, shutting it behind her as her copy faded from view and her eyes returned to normal. Walking over to her desk like the entrance she'd just made was completely normal in every way, she seated herself close to the window she'd entered through, directly behind a tall student with oddly green hair, and set about unpacking her things.

Motome Fumika's life at the Hero academy had officially begun.

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It was not that Shou had been up late, the opposite. Preparing for his first day at u.a, he had gone to bed earlier than ever (trying to gain as much energy as possible if they had to show off their quirks) - and he still felt like a sack of beans when the morning announced itself. The alarm went off in a terrible ringing noise while jumping up and down "the mainspring hitting those bells", making the bedside table vibrate. Shou raised one arm and fumbled for the annoying electronic devise, but failed.

If only i could touch it.. "Hhmm just a little while longer..." he mumbled as he changed his plans, and instead decided to place the pillow over his head to mute the noise. Even if the silver haired boy did not get bothered by the sound anymore - apparently so did his father. The door to Shou's room opened in a haste and Akiyama Kenji, also known as Paralyzer (Shou's dad), entered his bedroom and made the alarm "freeze" in it's movement with just a tiny wave of his hand. "Shouuu, get up now son! This is what we have been training for the whole summer. You don't want to be late for your first day...." the determined but caring voice of his father warned him. Shou yawned and opened one of his eyes. Looking at his father with a mysterious smirk.

"Dad... Me? Late?" he scoffed, but even so decided to get up and get ready for school. First a shower, then on with the school uniform (giving it his own "lazy/rebel" touch with a few buttons undone and the shirt a bit wrinkly and wryly). He was not very found of looking strict and "handsome", and to go with that look - even his silver hair was let to be a mess. Shou rushed down the stairs, his mom handled him a sweet steambun and kissed his cheek. And his father peeking out from the kitchen.

"Good luck! Now go become a hero like your good old dad!" he said, giving him a thumbs up. His mother on the other hand, was close to crying. "Im so proud over you my dear Shou! Have fun, okey? And make some close friends! Even a hero needs friends..." she waved him goodbye as he disappeared out the door.

The morning was full of life, students walking and cycling to their schools and the sun smiling down on them. Shou grabbed his skateboard and stuffed the bun in his mouth. As he was racing down the street - he could not help but do cower down on his board, letting one hand touch the rough surface and by this making the skateboard a hell lot of faster. Sure, he could use his quirk by any of his bodyparts touching something (like kicking a boll and making it fly in slowmotion) but his quirk was the strongest when using his hands - so that was what he did most of the time.

In no time he'd arrived to the fancy high-tech building that was U.A. Shou stared at it as he ate the rest of his, now cold bun, and "checked in" with his card. Making his way to the classroom, he noticed how the corridors where a bit empty and quiet, was he late? After a while walking around in circles, the classroom finally appeared. 1-A. Shou entered with a "ehhm sorry im late...." looking around in the classroom without finding any trace of a teacher. Just some of his new fellow classmates- with probably really cool quirks. "guess im not...." he continued smiling, taking a few steps in. He moved his hand to his forehead, making a relaxed salute with a short "Yo!" as greeting to the others.

Then came the impossible task of choosing a seat. They all looked very friendly and he could not wait to talk with them / get to know them. Though, the sight of a green haired tall dude, caught Shou's interest. He looked quite... angry.... so better keep a distance. Not that Shou was scared, but because he did not want to anger his new classmate any further before he could get a sense of his personality. The shorthaired girl with intense pink eyes looked very interesting, Shou betted she had an awesome personality - and an epic quirk. Then there was a dark haired boy in the back, a blonde girl with braids, and a short girl with golden eyes in the front... or was it really a girl? Funny thing how no one was sitting next to another.. Well, guess he had to change that. They where not just going to be classmates - they where ,from now on, also teammates. He cought the sight of a strawberry blonde guy who looked a bit shaky and nervous, so Shou decided he could use some support. And Shou was not the slightest shy, so he walked through the classroom and up to the boy. Correcting his sidebang a bit before opening his mouth to speak.

"Do you mind if i sit next to you?" giving him a smile and a hand gesture to the seat before sitting down. "Akiyama Shou, but just call me Shou" he introduced himself, then leaning forward with his elbows on the desk, and his chin resting in his palms. Outside the window, the sun was still blessing the students with the warming streams of the sunlight. It really felt like a good sign, maybe this was going to be the start of something amazing?

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LOGAN


Logan Wolfe performed his morning routine. A long jog around a section of Tokyo after basic strength training. His long black locks were shiny and wet with sweat. He often wiped his forehead with an arm band. His jog continued, through his heavy, yet steady panting, as his music player blasted some ancient history, “rock and roll”. His run came to an end when he arrived at the Auto-body shop. Over top of the shop was his home. Much like ancient European houses, Logan’s place was a home upstairs, and workshop downstairs. He had built the place with his bare hands… holding power tools… without the help of construction workers beyond Inspectors. Many Quirk-gifted citizens laughed at his relatively slow progress, but he paid them no mind. Matter of fact, the Quirk-gifted citizens often came to him for work.

Logan was a young Quirkless man, probably the only Quirkless in the entirety of his particular neighbourhood. Much like the Quirkless, he led a humble life. He fixed cars with skill and care few Quirk-gifted souls could properly match. However, that was probably because most Quirk-gifted souls did not specifically train to repair vehicles, especially not with their flashy quirks.

He washed up quickly in the upstairs bathroom, and began unlocking the garage doors, ready to open for business. As he opened the last garage door, A ‘Quirky’ woman with hair made of rattling gold rings stepped out of her car. Her husband appeared to have been pushing the vehicle with what appeared to be a directional forcefield. “Hey Logan,” the man greeted. He was twice Logan’s age, but half the size. The man could project a hard light shield the size of a dinner plate. It was hardly a suitable size to block attacks from villains, but the man discovered early in life that it ignored the laws of physics. It was discovered to be a perfect quirk for pushing objects with little effort. The woman’s rings seemed to emit music, calming like wind chimes. Neither were particularly hero-worthy quirks, but they were not without use.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kazutawa,” Logan returned, “Got a problem?”

“Yep. The ignition is fine now, thanks to you, but now I think we’ve got a leak.”

Logan nodded as the garage doors finished opening. “A’ight, I gotcha. You guys gonna be alright heading to work?” He asked.

“It’s a beautiful day for a walk,” Mrs. Kazutawa replied, her hair rings clanked and sparkled in the morning sun.

Logan chuckled, “Well, you have a wonderful day. I’ll figure this out, and get it fixed in a jiffy.”

“You always do, Logan!” Mr. Kazutawa barked a laugh as he and his wife strolled off, hand-in-hand.

Logan worked the shop alone for the first several hours in the morning. After that, the student interns arrived and pretty much finished Logan’s jobs, or practiced repairs on extra parts the Quirkless man had around. He brought the car into the garage and secured it to a hydraulic elevating platform. He’d determine the source of this leak within the first minute.

“Odd… it almost looks like…” Logan ran a finger lightly over the rather obvious tiny square hole. The edges curved inward, rather than outward, like someone punctured it with a nail. Logan produced his phone and snapped a few clear photos from different angles. He imagined he’d need them if this turned out to be sabotage. Until then, Logan had a job to do. “I’m not a hero,” he muttered like some sort of mantra. He then continued work. “They’re already gone anyw…”

Then again… A minute was hardly enough time to lose them. Logan closed the doors and began running in the direction the couple strolled off. At the very least, they should see the photos.

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CASTLE


The students who had entered included three boys and a girl. While most did their own thing at the front, a skinny boy with an enormous smile strolled to take a seat at the back. Castle was about to introduce himself to someone when he suddenly flinched. A girl had bounded into the classroom from the window directly behind him. “Good morning” He quipped, “Nice moves there, is that Parkour?”

He considered learning something like that, but good shoes did not mesh well with his root-like feet. He had put in the request for the Support Class to develop footwear that functioned perfectly for running while leaving space to move, breathe, and pick up microbes on the ground.

Castle produced the larger notepad from his light backpack and set it upon the desk. While waiting for the teacher, he might as well introduce himself, or at least keep himself busy by jotting down some fresh notes. “Call me Castle,” he introduced himself to the girl as he turned in his seat, and possibly whoever would listen. “I’m from Canada.”

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Fumika rummaged through her bag, unpacking various notebooks and pencils. To be honest, she didn't really have any idea what sorts of things would be required for the Hero course, so she'd just brought everything she'd thought would be useful. Still, she wasn't really sure which of those things would be helpful. Except for Inaba, she corrected herself mentally. Speaking of whom, Fumika gently lifted the stuffed pink rabbit from where he'd been tucked away in a side-pouch of her bag, giving the fluffy toy a good squeeze to calm herself. She might not have looked tense, having just calmly walked in through a window, but, truth be told, she was only slightly less nervous now that she was past the point of no return than she had been when she left Haruka behind.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, expressionlessly staring off into space as she idly hugged a pink stuffed rabbit to her chest. Truth be told, she sort of lost track, her attention wandering oh-so-slowly from one part of the classroom to another, before returning to a nearby tree. Its heart-shaped leaves fluttered slightly in the breeze, and her eyes slowly followed their movements back and forth as the air currents carried them to and fro.

...Wait, breeze? She was fairly certain she'd closed the window, and that there hadn't been any others open. So why was there a breeze? They were inside, right? Fumika cocked her head slightly to the side, pondering this curious realization.

Actually, come to think of it, that wasn't what she should have been asking. Before she asked about the wind, first she'd have to figure out why there was a tree inside.

She took a slight look down, and found herself face to face with somebody who seemed to have been talking to her. Somebody who had a tree growing out of his head. And arms. And legs. She'd been so busy staring at the back of his head that she hadn't really noticed him addressing her, and thus only caught the last few words he said.

"Call me Castle. I'm from Canada."

Fumika's head tilted a little further to the side. She remembered the word from a mandatory course she'd taken on English a few years prior. Castle. A fortress employed by medieval lords. The Japanese equivalent was Shiro. It was an interesting word.

"But it doesn't make sense," She said blankly, thinking out loud. "Castle doesn't look like a castle. He looks like a tree. But he said he was from Canada. Does that mean trees look like castles in Canada? Or maybe the word castle means something different there... Hmm..." She continued to ponder the odd clash between the boy's appearance and his name, squeezing her plushie Inaba tighter all the while, and never once seeming to speak to him directly. She had been looking at him at first, but bit by bit, like a cat pawing at a stalk of swaying grass, her gaze once again floated slowly upward, fixating on the leaves growing from the boy's scalp. Why were they fluttering back and forth like that without wind? Right, she couldn't start trying to make sense of another problem until she'd solved this one. Glancing further upward still, she tried to trace the source of the mysterious air current. Then, uttering a quiet "A-ha" she nodded sagely, finally understanding the mystery that had so baffled her.

"It's because of the air vents." Nodding to herself, the enigma unraveled at last, she turned her attention elsewhere. She'd been thinking about a name... Oh, right. He'd given her his name, and she hadn't yet introduced herself. "Oh. I was being rude again. Oops," She murmured to herself, before once again looking back to face Castle.

"Motome Fumika," She said simply, giving her name without any warning or introduction. Her blue eyes stared innocently back, bright with curiosity, but despite everything, her expression was still oddly blank. After all, a moment after she finished speaking, she remembered that he'd introduced himself as Castle, and that she hadn't figured out why he'd asked her to call him something that didn't seem to have anything to do with his appearance or anything. As a nickname, it was pretty strange.

...But then again, he'd said he was a foreigner, right? Maybe that was just his actual name. Huh. Thinking about it that way, it almost seemed too obvious.

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CASTLE


Castle was silent, but not impolite as he listened to the girl’s ramblings. His eyes did not leave her’s as she spoke. When she made the pause for some unknown reason, the boy corrected her. “People call me Castle because that is my name,” he stated matter-of-factly. He was used to the stares. Many people with quirks get stares, especially those like his mother, where the body is transformed entirely. Society was, after all, used to such difference after generations of quirk manifestation.

The girl finally pointed out the air vent that was positioned very close to Castle’s position. “Oh yeah, there are vents here. Feels nice, actually.” He swished his hair, which fluttered and rustled, but did not appear to weigh his head down in the slightest. Growing up with a good head of hair, the boy did possess a strong neck. One would even see the makings of a smile as he felt the wind in his hair.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Fumika,” he held out a hand to shake. If she accepted the handshake, she’d feel a very light surge in energy, like one would get with a light caffeine fix. Castle’s roots can either give or take, there was no “off-switch” for his biology. In the presence of his allied students in a non-combat situation, the boy was set on making sure he didn't take. “Let’s all become fine heroes, eh?”

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"People call me Castle because that is my name."

Obvious or not, that was apparently the case. It was a strange name, but it sounded nice. People often told Fumika that her name was strange, too, but she didn't really know why. Just because it wasn't used often didn't mean it didn't suit her, so why was it strange?

"Oh, yeah, there are vents here," Castle said, causing Fumika to momentarily wonder what he was talking about. They'd been talking about names, right? Oh, but she'd been thinking about air vents... Maybe he had read her mind? No, that was silly. She'd probably just been thinking out loud again. Probably. She supposed it was possible that there might be a Quirk to read minds, but since his Quirk seemed to have to do with trees, she doubted he'd have such an ability. Who'd ever heard of a tree that could read minds?

"Feels nice, actually." Castle gave a slight grin, cocking his head to one side and sending the leaves that covered it fluttering about. Was the breeze there really that nice? Fumika tried doing the same, tilting her head in perfect mimicry of his own movement, but all that really happened was her bangs flopped down over her eyes, causing her to fumble about, trying to clear her vision. Yet, in another moment, a faint jolt of energy ran down each strand of her hair, causing her bangs to instantaneously puff outward on either side, while a single lock of hair atop her head shot straight up, as though pointing at the ceiling.

Still smiling ever-so-slightly, the plantlike young man extended a wooden hand, saying he was pleased to meet her. Fumika placed a finger to her lips, wondering what she'd done that had pleased him. She couldn't venture a guess, however, and also couldn't help but notice that he wasn't retracting his outstretched hand. Did he want her to shake it? She shied slightly away, not entirely comfortable with touching somebody she'd only just met. Touching people left weird imprints on her particle shell. It felt like they were wrapping around her, crawling all over her, even after she let go. It was different for people she cared about, since then it was like their hugs became a blanket, but in this sort of situation...

He still wasn't drawing his hand back. This was bad. She was being rude again, wasn't she? She had to shake his hand, but didn't want to touch him directly. In that case, maybe a proxy would suffice? She held up Inaba in front of her face, the stuffed pink rabbit staring back at the likely confused young man sitting in front of her. Then, gently puppeteering one of its rounded, plush paws, she placed it within Castle's grasp and gave it a slight shake.

That much was safely done, but Fumika couldn't help but feel like she was forgetting something. Oh, right. Haruka had told her some magic words to use in situations like this, right? Haruka knew a lot about how to talk to other people, so if she just followed her advice, Fumika was sure that she wouldn't be seen as rude. Haruka's words would help her make friends for sure! So, she lowered Inaba, drew back her head, and recited them dutifully.

"Nice to meet you!" She spoke with an enthusiasm not her own, at the same time lowering her head in a deep bow.

Her face collided with the desk with a dull thud. Oh. Right. There'd been something in front of her. Did this mean she'd messed up? And it had seemed so simple... She sighed, the lock of hair atop her head wobbling unsteadily from one side to the other as the current through her hair slowly re-asserted itself. Too preoccupied fussing over her clumsiness, she didn't bother so much as sitting up again.