Naoki Castle's Story

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XXXXXXRin's neighbourhood - U.A.

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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.

“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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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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Izaya Fiore
LOCATION | U.A. High
TIME | Approx. 7:00 AM

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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.



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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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?

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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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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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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