Class 1-E: RP Logs

  An blog dedicated to in-progress RP logs and writing drabbles for a fan-made class of General Studies students at the prestigious U.A. High School! Some threads will be nebulously canon at best! Most will probably just be AU/wonky timeline/parallel universe fluff for funsies!

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Ground Beta

Character: Umeko Watanabe Quirk: Elasticity

It wasn’t the first time she had been here. 

The first time had been the second night after everyone had moved into the dorms.

She had been curious before that for sure, but she had been too paranoid about being suspended to come before. But now that they were in the dorms, for their safety no less, she figured they wouldn’t send her home. At worst they might restrict her to the dorm building, and that was hardly a punishment at all. Not like being stuck at home would have been.

But no one had seen her the first time. She’d waited for the shoe to drop for a few days before she realized that she was in the clear. Or maybe someone had seen her, but it wasn’t against the rules? Its not like she had broke curfew or had destroyed anything… Either way, it had filled her with the desire to come back.

So she did.

It was slightly eerie, walking through the abandoned, scale model of a city, just like it had been last time. It felt vaguely post-apocalyptic, like all of humanity was gone and she was alone. It was getting close to sunset, but there was still enough light that she could see clearly. 

She’d heard her classmates in the general studies combat courses describe the practical exam enough, she could imagine exactly what she would have done if she had been allowed to take it – especially after facing the robots from that exam in the first leg of the Sports Festival’s obstacle course.

She hadn’t dared to last time, but this time she would. Her arms lengthened, shooting out to grab a light post before swinging her way to a ledge, and from there a rooftop. The speed of it brought the wind whipping through her hair and she swallowed up a laugh that bubbled up in her throat.

It was exhilarating.

Combat classes for general studies students were cut and dry things, in a dojo-like setting, practicing hand to hand, maybe a bit of quirk to quirk. Nothing like this. Where you could pretend, where you could practice as though you were really in a city hunting down a villain.

Umeko continued to swing from place to place, forcing her arms to stretch past their comfortable five feet limit since she was only holding each position for a brief period each time. The burn of it was welcome, finally getting to push herself past her limits rather than abiding by them meekly.

Every few meters she would come down to the pavement below with a joyful shout as she pretended to destroy the examination bots with the velocity of her rubbery fists smashing into the pavement. In her mind she kept a running tally of her imaginary points, grinning from ear to ear.

Lost to the fantasy of it all, she didn’t pay as much attention as she should to the time or the surroundings outside of what was directly in her swinging path across the faux cityscape.

[littlestartopaz]

Character: Haruko Nekozawa

Quirk: feline

Haruko dashed along the rooftops in Ground Beta, letting the wind whip her hair around. Sometimes when the pressure from hero classes got too overwhelming, she would come out here to run. The physical exertion left no room for the anxiety her recent transfer brought.

She catches a noise and skids to a stop. Had she been found out? Not only was she out after curfew, but she was out of bounds without permission.

A shout and an impact. Pause. A shout and an impact. Pause.

A student? Haruko didn’t know other students would be crazy enough to come out here too. She changed course to check it out.

She aligalights on the edge of a building near the other student. A girl with a stretching quirk. How interesting.

“With a quirk like that, you wouldn’t really worry about impacts. Using gravity to increase your velocity and damage would help compensate for lack of strength. A good strategy.” The words are out before she can stop them. Her tail flicks; she thought she had kicked that old habit of thinking out loud. So much for not drawing attention to herself.

Haruko doubts the girl can see her well - between her black hair, black fur, and dark track suit - so she drops down under one of the street lights and leans against it.

“So what brings you out this late at night?”

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When the voice of an observer finally hits her, she nearly loses her grip on the handholds she had found on the side of a building. Quickly, guitily, Umeko lands and draws her arms back in to their normal length. She ignores the unwelcome pinch in her knees from the too-rough landing, purple eyes darting around to try and spot whoever had spoken.

It was dark… much darker than she had realized. She must be out past curfew at this point… A fact that didn’t help her nerves in the slightest.

When the girl about her age leaps into the streetlight she relaxes slightly. Someone else breaking curfew was ‘Best Case Scenario’ at this point, on the list of people who could have stumbled upon her embarrassing Practical Exam fantasies.

Embarrassment steels her spine as Umeko adopts a purposefully easy stance, trying to look as though she were not humiliated at being caught daydreaming in the slightest. 

“That was the plan, yeah. Though I’m not lacking strength. I can expand my muscles. I just didn’t want to break the concrete.” Umeko hooks her thumbs into the pockets of her jeans, trying to look composed by responding to the girl’s comments from the shadow first. Her voice is casual and even, the picture of someone who is definitely not where they shouldn’t be, thank you very much.

“Just wanted to get in extra training, same as you I’d bet…” Her eyes narrow as she finally recognizes the cat girl from the 2nd Year Arena Sports Festival clips she had watched awhile ago. 

“…sempai.” She adds, still perhaps too casual, but it was an attempt at politeness at least.

[littlestartopaz]

“Ah, I’ve been caught.” Haruko flushes and smiles somewhere between nervous and happy. “I guess I did stand out this year.”

And she is happy. She worked hard this year to get noticed this year and she succeeded. But sometimes she wishes she hadn’t stood out quite so much. She wasn’t used to the attention she was getting both in and out of school, and coupled with the low key animosity from her new class… Well. There were a lot of reasons she started sneaking out to run.

“Also, uhm. I didn’t mean to imply you weren’t strong or anything. Earlier. I just, that is… my little brother likes observing quirks and we used to watch the sports fests together and comment on the students. So I still kinda analyze when I see a new quirk and I thought your application was really smart and it just slipped out and I’m just gonna… Shut up now.”

She trails off at the end of her rambling and ducks her head, gold eyes flicking down. Her tail twitches behind her.

How embarrassing; first she blurts out her thoughts then she gets flustered and rambles a defense. So much for not being awkward anymore.

She brings a hand to her face, both to hide a little and to give herself a comforting lick. She shouldn’t let it get to her so much. The other girl was probably feeling just as out of place. Afterall, Haruko had caught her training alone in a restricted zone past curfew.

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Umeko’s defensive stance relaxes a little bit, at the older girl’s apparent nerves, though it’s still not completely open by any stretch. There’s probably a lot of similarities between her expression and that of some of Haruko’s prior classmates. It wasn’t every year that someone actually managed to make the jump from General Studies to Heroics after all.  And it was a feat that was probably met more often than not with jealousy rather than awe or respect. Umeko wasn’t above the petty jealousy-- especially not on a night like tonight where the fantasy of being in the Heroics course was so close to the surface of her thoughts.

“It’s fine, sempai. I didn’t take offense. You were dead on about the technique I was practicing.”

Umeko tore her eyes off of the cat girl with some effort, using the excuse of stretching as a post-workout cooldown to soften the rudeness of the gesture. The younger girl cracked joints and rotated her limbs. The burn of stretching past her limits wasn’t too intense-- but still, it was probably a good, proper time to stop, even if she hadn’t been caught out.  

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Ground Beta

Character: Umeko Watanabe Quirk: Elasticity

It wasn’t the first time she had been here. 

The first time had been the second night after everyone had moved into the dorms.

She had been curious before that for sure, but she had been too paranoid about being suspended to come before. But now that they were in the dorms, for their safety no less, she figured they wouldn’t send her home. At worst they might restrict her to the dorm building, and that was hardly a punishment at all. Not like being stuck at home would have been.

But no one had seen her the first time. She’d waited for the shoe to drop for a few days before she realized that she was in the clear. Or maybe someone had seen her, but it wasn’t against the rules? Its not like she had broke curfew or had destroyed anything… Either way, it had filled her with the desire to come back.

So she did.

It was slightly eerie, walking through the abandoned, scale model of a city, just like it had been last time. It felt vaguely post-apocalyptic, like all of humanity was gone and she was alone. It was getting close to sunset, but there was still enough light that she could see clearly. 

She’d heard her classmates in the general studies combat courses describe the practical exam enough, she could imagine exactly what she would have done if she had been allowed to take it – especially after facing the robots from that exam in the first leg of the Sports Festival’s obstacle course.

She hadn’t dared to last time, but this time she would. Her arms lengthened, shooting out to grab a light post before swinging her way to a ledge, and from there a rooftop. The speed of it brought the wind whipping through her hair and she swallowed up a laugh that bubbled up in her throat.

It was exhilarating.

Combat classes for general studies students were cut and dry things, in a dojo-like setting, practicing hand to hand, maybe a bit of quirk to quirk. Nothing like this. Where you could pretend, where you could practice as though you were really in a city hunting down a villain.

Umeko continued to swing from place to place, forcing her arms to stretch past their comfortable five feet limit since she was only holding each position for a brief period each time. The burn of it was welcome, finally getting to push herself past her limits rather than abiding by them meekly.

Every few meters she would come down to the pavement below with a joyful shout as she pretended to destroy the examination bots with the velocity of her rubbery fists smashing into the pavement. In her mind she kept a running tally of her imaginary points, grinning from ear to ear.

Lost to the fantasy of it all, she didn’t pay as much attention as she should to the time or the surroundings outside of what was directly in her swinging path across the faux cityscape.

[littlestartopaz]

Character: Haruko Nekozawa

Quirk: feline

Haruko dashed along the rooftops in Ground Beta, letting the wind whip her hair around. Sometimes when the pressure from hero classes got too overwhelming, she would come out here to run. The physical exertion left no room for the anxiety her recent transfer brought.

She catches a noise and skids to a stop. Had she been found out? Not only was she out after curfew, but she was out of bounds without permission.

A shout and an impact. Pause. A shout and an impact. Pause.

A student? Haruko didn’t know other students would be crazy enough to come out here too. She changed course to check it out.

She aligalights on the edge of a building near the other student. A girl with a stretching quirk. How interesting.

“With a quirk like that, you wouldn’t really worry about impacts. Using gravity to increase your velocity and damage would help compensate for lack of strength. A good strategy.” The words are out before she can stop them. Her tail flicks; she thought she had kicked that old habit of thinking out loud. So much for not drawing attention to herself.

Haruko doubts the girl can see her well - between her black hair, black fur, and dark track suit - so she drops down under one of the street lights and leans against it.

“So what brings you out this late at night?”

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When the voice of an observer finally hits her, she nearly loses her grip on the handholds she had found on the side of a building. Quickly, guitily, Umeko lands and draws her arms back in to their normal length. She ignores the unwelcome pinch in her knees from the too-rough landing, purple eyes darting around to try and spot whoever had spoken.

It was dark... much darker than she had realized. She must be out past curfew at this point... A fact that didn’t help her nerves in the slightest.

When the girl about her age leaps into the streetlight she relaxes slightly. Someone else breaking curfew was ‘Best Case Scenario’ at this point, on the list of people who could have stumbled upon her embarrassing Practical Exam fantasies.

Embarrassment steels her spine as Umeko adopts a purposefully easy stance, trying to look as though she were not humiliated at being caught daydreaming in the slightest. 

“That was the plan, yeah. Though I’m not lacking strength. I can expand my muscles. I just didn’t want to break the concrete.” Umeko hooks her thumbs into the pockets of her jeans, trying to look composed by responding to the girl’s comments from the shadow first. Her voice is casual and even, the picture of someone who is definitely not where they shouldn’t be, thank you very much.

“Just wanted to get in extra training, same as you I’d bet...” Her eyes narrow as she finally recognizes the cat girl from the 2nd Year Arena Sports Festival clips she had watched awhile ago. 

“...sempai.” She adds, still perhaps too casual, but it was an attempt at politeness at least.

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Interactions: Akemi and Izumi

Izumi Takahashi [@class-1e-bnha]  Akemi Atenari [@the-best-alcoholic-beverage] 

"Again, Atenari-sempai?" A soft smile lit up Izumi Takahashi’s face, despite her single arched brow.

“It's like a routine. One I can't quite break. But, at least I have someone like you around to help this idiot get better, huh?” 

Akemi Atenari had limped slightly to Izumi’s ‘healing station’ near the locker rooms. While she had taken worse spills in classes before this, her discomfort is clear when she sits down in front of Izumi.

Izumi's hands are gentle and practiced as she slowly submerges Akemi's swollen ankle into a bucket of water. "You're not an idiot Atenari-sempai... Just... passionate." The younger girl looks like she's trying to hide a smile, but her reassurances sound genuine.

“That's definitely a fitting word.. Dedication to a fault I say. ” Her lips quirk up into a small smile, and she cocks her head at the younger girl in contemplation. 

“I don't know how important honorifics are to you, but from where I came from, we don't use them that much. So, if it doesn't make you uncomfortable, how about just Akemi?” 

Izumi dunks her hand into the water once Akemi's ankle is completely submerged. Her hair begins to float, the lighter blue highlights reflecting, almost moving like waves. A soothing soft-white light shines from the surface of the water. Slowly, the pain would subside,  Izumi continues to heal while she speaks. 

 "If you'd prefer I call you that-- of course Akemi-san... Akemi-chan? You can call me Izumi if you'd like."

“Akemi, or Akemi-chan is perfect. And I'd like that!” a large grin appeared, and she closed her eyes as the pain she'd been distracting herself from eased. 

“That's.. so nice. You're really great at this, huh, Izumi? I guess that's to be expected being as Planarian-sensei thinks of you so positively, but I think after so many visits to Recovery Girl it's.. refreshing to have my injuries healed without fear growing in my stomach every second at the same time...”

Izumi's cheeks colour a little at the praise, and while she ducks her face to hide the blush, she's doesn't try to hide the pleased smile that the compliment brings to her mouth. "Recovery Girl's quirk is so much more effective for larger injuries-- but it comes at a cost to the person being healed." Her hair slowly begins to lower itself back down to it's normal state, the water begins to dim. There will likely be some residual soreness, but any shooting pain would be gone. 

 "I should probably learn how to scold people to be more careful... but... at the same time, I understand wanting to push yourself past what's probably wise." Izumi bites her tongue, looking like she's holding back a soft laugh. "It'd be a bit hypocritical of me to scold someone for trying to learn how to help people more effectively." 

She lifts Akemi's ankle out of the water delicately, eyes narrowed and focused as she uses gentle hands to rotate the older girl's foot. "How is it?"

“It's tender, but not painful. A bit numb.. But not dead.” She furrows her eyebrows in concentration, wiggling her toes and bouncing her foot lightly mid air. 

 “And yes, I.. I definitely see where you're coming from. Don't get me wrong, I respect Recovery Girl so much for what she does.. More than Midnight, that's for sure. So I get where's she's coming from.. but I can't stop.” Her eyebrows furrow more intensely and she begins to bite her lip as she stares distantly at her ankle.

“Anyway, I appreciate her, but it is a lot nicer to have such a sweet and understanding girl attending my battle wounds... Heh. A-and.. for what it's worth, Izumi.. you're doing really great.”

Izumi giggles, lowering her hand and Akemi's foot to the ground after the other girl has tested it out a bit. "I'm glad it's not dead, I can't work necromancy!" 

The younger girl lets Akemi have her moment of introspection as she gets some compression bandages from her first-aid kit. When Akemi comes back from her thoughts, Izumi is lifting her foot by the heel again, starting to wrap the bandage around her ankle. 

 "Thank you-- honestly Planarian-sensei agreeing to let me volunteer has been such a blessing, I'm glad I'm proving myself useful." Bandages wrapped securely and neatly tucked, Izumi raises her face to look at Akemi, smiling brightly. 

 "You should be good to walk on that for the rest of the day, and shouldn't need to favor it too much tomorrow."

“You're a little lifesaver, you know that? Otherwise I'd be hopping on one leg all day, and that just.. couldn't be successful with my schedule,” Akemi smiles fondly at the lovely blue-haired healer and winks as she chuckles. 

As she stands up and taps her foot against the ground, she looks down and bites her lip before sighing, and looking back. 

 “Thank you, Izumi...”

Izumi smile is still bright at Akemi's theatrics. Lifesaver indeed! 

 "Not a problem Akemi-chan! I'll let you get back to class." Her grin turns a little teasing. "I'd say see you soon, but that kinda feels like I'd be wishing you an injury sempai!"

Akemi chuckles, red eyes alight, and salutes Izumi humorously. 

“Nah, that simply means you're either a little psychic.. Or worse: maybe you're getting to know me too well for your own good. Heh. See you soon, Izumi.”

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The End of Days (pt iv. Scavenging) Zombie Apocalypse AU

[A/N: Oops, I read one too many zombie AUs for BNHA and I just had to explore how some of my gen studies students would handle/react to the scenario. Apocalypse+Quirks is such an interesting concept to me! (TW: Zombies, Violence, Blood and Gore. No dogs die.)]

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iv. Scavenging (Shen and Ryota)

Out of all nineteen eighteen other students in his class-- Ryota had to be the one to come with him. It made sense, with their mission... but that didn’t make the tightness in Shen’s throat ease. They were painfully exposed, walking down the center of the street. Painfully obvious with no cover and a wheel barrel topped with a over sized wicker basket between them.

But that didn’t matter, it was more important to have space between them and zombies than it was to try and hide. The center of the street provided them with a very necessary buffer to stave off face-to-face surprises around corners. 

Shen was one of the fortunate few who’s quirk worked on the zombies. A implication he didn’t like to think too closely on. He very much preferred to abstain from the alive versus undead debate that swirled around the campus when tensions rose too high.

But, alive or undead, curable or not, Shen’s quirk could work, and that made him one of the invaluable tools for survival. Along with Ryota. And Otaka and Ishiyama.

Otaka and Ishiyama were safely squirreled away on the school grounds though. Where Ryota usually was-- could have been now. Where Shen hardly got to stay. Not that he was complaining, he and Saito-sensei were well suited to shepherding refugees. It was an honor that he could be so useful. But it was exhausting too.

Exhausting to be constantly on edge. And with his best friend by his side, armed with a metal pipe and a quirk that was no good in a fight, it was even more exhausting than usual.

Ryota usually got to stay safe... but not today. Today they, along with a pair of Heroics students and Tomoko-sensei were traveling towards one of the many trendy, urban chicken barns that sold overpriced fresh eggs to the city’s elite. 

Well, had.

Grown food wasn’t a problem with the number of those with green quirks that had been brought to the school grounds. And water filtration systems kept them stocked with potable water. But it wasn’t like green quirks could grow chicken eggs out of the ground, or make fish appear out of thin air. 

Hence their mission today. 

To find healthy chickens and bring them back to Yuuei.

Purple eyes took in the two heroics students. It seemed like a lifetime ago that it’d been Shen’s goal to join either of the two boys’ classes. The silent animal-speaking boy with the face that looked like clay and the smarmy looking blonde who could copy any non-mutation quirk at a touch.

The clay-faced boy was still as quiet and nervous looking as Shen had ever seen him around campus before the Outbreak. Koda. But the blonde boy. Monoma. He didn’t look as full of himself as he had before, during the sports festival especially. 

If Shen felt like he had been working with no sleep, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have a copy quirk. To be expected to be not just any tool, but to be a hammer, the nail and the wood in rapid succession. 

The quiet boy sounded the alarm, drawing Shen’s thoughts outward again. Where they should have been in the first place, he chided himself. Monoma slapped his arm and the pair of them split apart to the opposite sides of their mini-caravan. 

A fine lavender mist flooded out from both of their mouths, banking them in a thick fog. Saito-sensei was already up on top of the nearest car roof, eyes scanning for the coming zombies. Koda spoke to her in hushed tones, but in the thickness of the fog, Shen could still hear the words. 

“Twenty, from the east, they’re chasing a dog.”

Shen grimaced and fought to keep his eyes on his mist instead of turning to take in Ryota’s no-doubt anguished expression. Pets weren’t exactly scarce on the Yuuei campus, despite some people’s protest that they couldn’t be feeding animals when they were worried about keeping people from starving.

Thankfully there had been enough raids on grocery stores to keep people’s pets fed without dipping into human-food reserves, but there weren’t supposed to bring in strays. 

And not just for food reasons either.

All pets that they had seen bitten by the zombies had apparently died, but no one wanted to take the chance of bringing in an animal that’s bite could possibly bring the Outbreak into their only Sanctuary.

Ryota and Koda would know if an animal had been bitten though-- hence part of the reason they were part of this chicken expedition. That would make it harder, not easier, for Ryota anyways. To be faced with a dog that he would be able to tell if it was healthy or not. 

The dog came bounding around the corner not twenty paces before the nearest zombie. Without a second thought, Shen forced the billowing mist from his mouth to expand further, to shroud the dog in their protections. His quirk didn’t work on animals, so they normally panicked when they saw and felt his mist. 

This one didn’t. He didn’t dare tear his eyes away from the zombies to find out why, but if he had to bet, he would guess that Koda had something to do with it. The zombies charged at them, the dog forgotten in favor of five humans, but the moment they hit the mist, their eyes lost focus. 

All eight of the zombies stopped running, groaning and making distressed noises, clawing at their eyes as their sight was stolen from them. Saito-sensei’s gloved fingers stayed pressed against her brow and cheek near the edge of her face and an energy thrummed around her.

Shen continued to pump out mist from his mouth, only stopping long enough to say a single word at a time, eyes darting between Monoma and the zombies. 

“Right. To. Left. On. The. Count. of. Three. Ready? One. Two. Three.”

Saito-sensei dragged the V of her fingers across her eyes in the opposite direction. Simultaneously seven of the effected zombies fell upon the zombie on the right of their mini-horde. The sound of flesh tearing and the squelch of blood was unsettling, but Shen and Monoma continued exhaling lavender mist. 

Once that one had stopped moving, the zombies started tearing at another one of their own. Then another, and another. The blood coated the streets in thick and sickly smelling puddles, but still the two boys exhaled their mist. Monoma only pausing long enough to touch Shen’s arm once a few minutes had passed. 

Finally there was only two remaining. Once the third was dead, the pair began ripping at each other, still caught up in the illusion that the other was prey. 

One was victorious.

Saito-sensei’s staff cracked into the base of it’s skull with a nauseating crunch. The creature turned from it’s hunched position where it had begun to tear away at the throat of the zombie it had just killed. The zombie-- it had been a young woman once, had blood staining it’s mouth and running in wet lines down it’s throat. It had bits of flesh clinging to it’s teeth too. It’s eyes were pupil-less and hazy, the gray-tinged color of it’s eyes whirled as it tried to see what had attacked it, but it saw nothing but air. When it raised it’s fists to swing wildly around it in panic, it only could feel like it was pounding against concrete. 

Saito-sensei’s staff slammed down on it’s head again and again until it finally stopped moving. 

Koda and Ryota were both pressed up against the dirty shiba inu that had brought the zombies to their little caravan. Pointedly not looking at the carnage. Monoma and Shen tried to keep their vomiting quick and silent while their teacher-escort remained on the lookout for more incoming zombies.

The pair mostly succeeded. 

Saito-sensei kept her voice even and neutral as she addressed the two of her charges who weren’t wretching. “Has the dog been bitten?” 

Koda shook his head vehemently, as did Ryota-- Shen sees when he’s finally gotten the meager contents of his stomach to stop spilling onto the road. His friend’s brown fingers are threaded through the dog’s short fur, clenched tight. Shen tried to think of an argument to help-- to convince their teacher that the dog should be able to come with them, but before he could manage, she was already nodding.

“Alright then. And you know what’s planned-- for if the pets get to be too much for our supplies... right?”

Ryota looks fierce and passionate, gold eyes glinting in the midday sun. “It won’t come to that. There’s too many of us who won’t let it happen. We’re going to get enough supplies that it won’t--” His voice cracks, and he looks down, a bit red in the face. But he still clutches tightly to the dog’s fur. 

The little shiba inu’s short tail wags enthusiastically. 

“As long as you know.” Is all their teacher replies. Her hazel eyes never stopped scanning their surroundings, though it’s clear her attention is back on Monoma and Shen again. “Are you ready to head out? We’re nearly there. Koda-kun, make sure the dog won’t spook the chickens, clear?”

Koda nods emphatically and the group sets back off down the road, towards the chicken farm. Shen spares a glance back to Ryota, who’s eyes are also on their surroundings, even while his free hand is stretched down where the dog can bump into it and lick it happily. Shen sighs with relief at the sight--- though the tightness in his throat won’t truly be gone till their back on campus, he knows. 

They give the pile of corpses a wide berth.

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Ground Beta

Character: Umeko Watanabe Quirk: Elasticity

It wasn’t the first time she had been here. 

The first time had been the second night after everyone had moved into the dorms.

She had been curious before that for sure, but she had been too paranoid about being suspended to come before. But now that they were in the dorms, for their safety no less, she figured they wouldn’t send her home. At worst they might restrict her to the dorm building, and that was hardly a punishment at all. Not like being stuck at home would have been.

But no one had seen her the first time. She’d waited for the shoe to drop for a few days before she realized that she was in the clear. Or maybe someone had seen her, but it wasn’t against the rules? Its not like she had broke curfew or had destroyed anything... Either way, it had filled her with the desire to come back.

So she did.

It was slightly eerie, walking through the abandoned, scale model of a city, just like it had been last time. It felt vaguely post-apocalyptic, like all of humanity was gone and she was alone. It was getting close to sunset, but there was still enough light that she could see clearly. 

She’d heard her classmates in the general studies combat courses describe the practical exam enough, she could imagine exactly what she would have done if she had been allowed to take it -- especially after facing the robots from that exam in the first leg of the Sports Festival’s obstacle course.

She hadn’t dared to last time, but this time she would. Her arms lengthened, shooting out to grab a light post before swinging her way to a ledge, and from there a rooftop. The speed of it brought the wind whipping through her hair and she swallowed up a laugh that bubbled up in her throat.

It was exhilarating.

Combat classes for general studies students were cut and dry things, in a dojo-like setting, practicing hand to hand, maybe a bit of quirk to quirk. Nothing like this. Where you could pretend, where you could practice as though you were really in a city hunting down a villain.

Umeko continued to swing from place to place, forcing her arms to stretch past their comfortable five feet limit since she was only holding each position for a brief period each time. The burn of it was welcome, finally getting to push herself past her limits rather than abiding by them meekly.

Every few meters she would come down to the pavement below with a joyful shout as she pretended to destroy the examination bots with the velocity of her rubbery fists smashing into the pavement. In her mind she kept a running tally of her imaginary points, grinning from ear to ear.

Lost to the fantasy of it all, she didn’t pay as much attention as she should to the time or the surroundings outside of what was directly in her swinging path across the faux cityscape.

[microphonedhero]

Chiharu fidgets excitedly, trying to compose herself before the on-hold music stops and she's patched in as a on-air caller. Her voice is noticeably excited, but her way of speaking still manages to sound practiced and at ease. "Hey Mic-sens-- Present Mic! I was wondering if you've ever considered launching a student-organized station at your studio?" [Chiharu from @class-1e-bnha/@1e-rplogs]

Theoverly excited tone in the listener’s voice – an student of his, ifhe could judge from the minor slipupshe nearly did – brought on a chuckle from him; Hizashi leaned backin his chair, an audible creak coming from the old chair. Launching astudent-organized station…? That wasn’t something he reallyconsidered before, not knowing if any students of his would beinterestedin hosting such a thing.

“No,I haven’t to be honest with you listenerof mine.” He felt a grin on his lips as he spoke, tapping his lipsas he thought about it for a minute longer. “Perhaps if somestudents come along and asks about it at school tomorrow, I couldalways see if Nezu would approve of it – it could always be countedas an extracurricular activity~!”

User mentioned: @class-1e-bnha / @1e-rplogs

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Chiharu lets out a composed “Thank you Present Mic!” before the call concludes.

But there’s nothing composed about the squeal of joy she lets out as she flops down on the floor of her dorm room. She basks in the possibilities of it all for a few minutes before she sits bolt upright, scrambling on her hands and knees for her desk and her collections of binders. 

She’d hand Present Mic a professional proposal he could take to the Principal! 

[microphonedhero]

The next caller is noticeably younger than the usual crowd who you'd expect to be up at 1 am on a Friday night. "H-hi--" An audible gulp. "What-What's your favorite ice cream Present Mic?" [Michiko from @class-1e-bnha/@1e-rplogs]

Thesmall voice on the other end of the line got a small smile onHizashi’s face, the Pro-Hero almost leaning forward towards themicrophone with a gentler tone in his voice. “Hello there,listener!” He chirped out, visibly relaxing. “My favouriteice-cream…? I’m a fan of the good old chocolate-and-vanilla swirl!”

Noticingthe time, he couldn’t help but to let out a snort and lean back inhis chair; gently pulling the microphone closer. “Also, listener,shouldn’t you be in bed…? It’s rather late, after all!”

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[aideyn]

Ayame Hachimitsu

A student at a normal, non-heroics based high school. She’s not the best of students, with a mild attention deficient disorder due to the nature of her quirk. With so much information that she processes from her environment from moment-to-moment, it leaves little room for anything that doesn’t capture her complete attention to stick. So her grades are a little… lackluster outside of her favorite subject– physical education. She learns best by doing, so in classes where her instructors allow her to move, it helps her focus.

She wants to be a professional dancer/choreographer after graduation. Spends a lot of time at Sandstone’s studio with her fellow dance-minded individuals. Loves all styles of dance, but street dancing her favorite. She also loves to parkour/freerun. Instead of being a hindrance, her quirk is a valuable tool during dancing and freerunning, as she’s hyper-aware of her surroundings. She’s also got very quick reflexes, allowing her to capitalize on that awareness in order to learn new steps, or always have a secure handhold to jump to or reach for.

Her quirk allows her to see everything in her immediate vicinity from all different angles. Which is very useful for learning choreography and also helping to spot flaws in other people’s techniques or steps, and making it easier for her to help them go about fixing it. That’s really where she thrives while using her quirk, with a lot of people to focus on while she’s moving around.

Her father isn’t the happiest about how she’s always out and running around, especially with the crowd she’s in, but being her sole parent and the sole proprietor of his own corner store business, he doesn’t have the time or energy to intervene often.

Iris

She never really meant to be a vigilante, it just sort of happened. She’s always in the wrong place at the right time. And with her quirk, she sees things that others miss. A hand reaching for a wallet in a coat pocket, someone preparing to snatch a purse, a unwilling person being forced into dimly lit alley.

And she’s always been impulsive.

She’s a little small, but she’s very fit from dancing and freerunning and some kids at the dance studio dabble in self-defense classes, so she knows how to throw a decent punch too. But mostly she just distracts whoever is breaking the law and keeps them busy until authorities are about to be on the scene. 

On a few heart-stopping occasions ‘distracting the villain’ has manifested as leading them on a wild chase, away from their target and focused on her. She’s a very rabbit-like sort of fighter, striking and leaping back, using her agility to the fullest since she can’t rely on brute strength.

Since her quirk isn’t combat focused, and it’s passively always on, she’s received a few lectures about getting in the way of authorities (when she’s been caught acting as a vigilante out of ‘costume’) but most of the time her interference leans more on the legal-side of things. Stopping pickpockets and purse snatchers with a well placed trip or similar.

For anything more serious she’s very quick to disappear while the heroes and police are dealing with the actual criminals. 

[1e-rplogs]

A non-U.A. student BNHA oc for the pile <3

[aideyn]

little listener

It wasn’t a clap of thunder or the patter of rain that woke Tomoko up from a deep peaceful sleep. Ever so faintly, she could hear some constant source of noise in the next room. Intermittently punctuated by soft thumps.

With a moan, she remembered a time when storms had been the only thing she had to worry about at night. A simpler time. Before the dorms, before she had to keep track of 20 rambunctious and hormonal teenagers for much longer than a normal school day– and now, before HERO FM had become a thing in her family campus-apartment. 

It was all Yoshihama’s fault. 

Tomoko had initially been relieved when some of her students had eagerly offered to watch her daughter. It had really saved her panic when there were some staff meetings sprung on her at the last minute that it wouldn’t be appropriate to bring a child to. And Michiko had loved it, every one of Tomoko’s students seemed so impossibly cool to the excitable six year old. 

Each new ‘older sibling’ brought with them a new activity for Michiko to obsess over. Most were fads–her daughter had drawn on her hands with ink pens, designed dresses on scratch paper, and tried to help out cooking in the kitchen. She’d sung scales, started doing ‘exercise’ routines and had even started learning sign language. While she still dabbled in some of these passing interests, none of them had stuck quite like “Put Your Hands Up Radio”. 

It made sense– while all the other interests were cool and new, what Michi really loved with all her heart was getting to dance. Of course she was enamored with a radio station that played music that was meant to be danced to. It was a perfect fit for her in a way that cooking and drawing just weren’t. 

It wouldn’t have been nearly such a problem if not for the time. At six years old, her daughter had no business staying up all hours of the evening till just before dawn, even if she didn’t have school the next day.

No school on a Saturday… Tomoko took a moment to briefly envy her daughter before another thump, slightly louder this time, shook her out of her daze. The dorms were very nice nice… but at times like this their walls felt painfully thin. At least compared to her previous apartment’s.

Dragging herself out of bed she reached behind her, kneading at the small of back and stretching. She looked at the clock on her side table as she did so. 2:15 in the morning. So Michiko had probably been up for the last hour already. Wonderful.

She cursed Yoshihama again in mild irritation.

Huffing a sigh, she stood and tucked her feet into her slippers, chaffing her hands over her arms to warm them. The apartment wasn’t too cold, but it was uncomfortable compared to the warmth of her bed. She pulled her robe from the hook on the back of her bedroom door. Putting it on made things more bearable, but only slightly.

Tomoko opened her door and walked down the hallway to her daughter’s room. The dim light of Michiko’s nightlight poured out from around it’s edges. With one last sigh, Tomoko arranged her features into reserved disappointment and knocked.

It took a few moments before the quiet chirp of ‘come in’ floated out to her.

Tomoko opened the door, raising a brow at her daughter’s sweaty and red face as she lay in bed looking guilty.

“Michiko Fujimura. We’ve been over this before. You should be asleep right now, not dancing in your room.” 

Her daughter stayed quiet, not attempting to lie or sputter any excuses and looking thoroughly chastened. Tomoko sat down at the foot of her daughter’s bed, stifling the urge to rub her temples.

“You’re young and growing, a good night’s rest is important for that. You can dance in the morning and all day tomorrow– and we need to get up early so I can take you to Auntie’s.”

Michiko’s lip quivered but she continued to nod meekly. Tomoko’s throat tightened, but she resisted the urge to let her daughter off the hook. She wouldn’t fall prey to this kicked puppy expression, despite how much she wanted to. This was the fifth Friday in a row. She needed to put her foot down and be firm.

Her daughter looked up at her with watery eyes and Tomoko had to hold fast to her resolve as her daughter leveled the pitiful expression at her and asked dejectedly, “Will Present Mic still have his radio show when I am old enough to stay up late Mama?”

The woman buried her face in her hands and held in a groan. She was weak, too weak for this.

“I don’t know baby, probably. I can’t see why not– I can look up his set lists though, make you a playlist of them so you can listen to them at a proper time during the day… Would that be a good compromise?”

Her daughter looked hopeful, “So I could listen to his whole show during the day? Even when he talks and answers listeners?” Tomoko raised both her brows, startled.

“I… I don’t know, I don’t think so? I don’t know if they record that part. You mean it’s not just the music that you like?” Michiko looked dejected again at her mother’s response, but she explained readily enough.

“I like it when he answers his listeners mama, he’s funny– Present Mic is so cool. Chi-chan says he’s one of the coolest heroes…” Her daughter’s head hung so low, her chin rest against her chest. 

Tomoko ran her hand through her short sleep tousled hair, leveling a thoughtful frown at the top of her daughter’s head.

“I’ll see what I can do baby, maybe Yoshihama knows where there’s recordings of his whole show. He’s got enough fans… someone’s bound to have a log of them somewhere.”

Those were the magic words that sent Michiko over the moon with excitement. She threw her hands up over her head and cheered. “Chi-chan will totally know!” Her daughter wriggled back and forth under her blankets, bouncing with excitement. “Thank you mama– I’m sorry I woke you up!” Michiko launched herself forward so that she could wrap her thin arms around her mother’s waist.

Tomoko sighed, but it was more fondness than agitation at this point. She ran a hand down the back of her daughter’s head, smoothing her long messy hair.

“Go back to bed baby, okay? We’ve got an early morning. We’ll figure out if there are recordings before next week’s show.”

“Okay mama– goodnight, I love you.”

She eased herself off the bed, leaning forward to tuck her daughter in and kiss her forehead. Michiko’s smile up at her was nearly blinding. Tomoko grinned at her daughter. The girl had her wrapped around her finger… that was for sure.

When she left, she stood outside the closed door to her daughter’s room for a moment, contemplating going to walk through the dorms, since she was already up… If she hadn’t stayed, she probably wouldn’t have heard the radio clicking on softly from inside Michiko’s room. Irritation flared up, but before she could act on it, her straining ears picked up her daughter’s voice over the radio. 

“Goodnight Present Mic! Goodnight listeners! Keep your hands up! Yeaaaah!” 

Tomoko starred at the door, mouth hanging open slightly as she heard the telltale click of the radio being turned off and rustling of blankets. After a few long moments of silence she leaned her forehead against her daughter’s door, pressing her hands to her face.

How was she supposed to look Yamada in the eye during staff meetings when she knew her daughter wished him goodnight over the radio? Impersonating his silly over the top inflection while she did so.

Tomoko smothered the laughter with her hands, turning and heading back to her own room and her (hopefully) still warm bed. 

She’d have to ask Yoshihama about past broadcasts in class later.

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alternatively: ‘why robbing a place that’s name has “all-seeing” in it is probably a terrible idea’

Word Count: 1,507 Characters: Mirai and Hiromi Sugimoto, with a cameo by Detective Lloyd Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia

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[aideyn]

More BNHA OCs!  —What’s that you say? There’s a thing called restraint? Sounds fake, but okay.

Hiromi Sugimoto

28 year old owner, and chef of the ‘All Seeing Plate’. Struggled to get her restaurant dreams off the ground until she was given a federal grant. Cannot let someone go hungry if she can do anything to help it. Disowned by her family after she came out in college, but she doesn’t dwell on it and wouldn’t trade her marriage and life now for anything in the world. Sugimoto wasn’t her original last name, she changed it after she was disowned. Living Cookbook - Anything that she’s eaten once she can recreate from memory. Went out of her way in high school and college to eat as many different dishes as possible. Still works even if she’s the one who’s cooked it. Continues to experiment weekly when she has time to keep expanding her repertoire. 

Mirai Sugimoto

29 year old business manager, waitress and front of house of the ‘All Seeing Plate’. A family black sheep who went through a self-destructive period in her teen years, in part caused by dabbling in vigilantism. Continued until she was caught and was forced to hang it up. Despite becoming a law abiding citizen, she continued to be a family ‘embarrassment’ by getting a fine arts degree. Doesn’t have the closest relationship with her family, though she is close with her older brother’s daughter (Megumi Izuhara). To the chagrin of her sister-in-law, Megumi is following in her aunt’s footsteps and wants to be an artist. Fixed Point Foresight - Once a day she can pick a location and see the next twenty-four hours of that location. She has to be in that location to choose it. She uses her quirk to know the day’s future of the restaurant. Which allows them to keep the restaurant open at all hours, since they always know when someone is coming. It also allows her to know what they’ll order.

Hiromi and Mirai met working at a terrible restaurant while they both attended their first year at a local college. They bonded over the terrible working experience and eventually started dating after four months of dancing around each other wondering if the other was interested. Got married after dating for four years (at 23 and 24) after graduating from college.

Toiled at restaurants for three years, saving and scraping by as they attempted to make Hiromi’s dream come. The grant was like miracle to them. They’ve been running ‘The All-Seeing Plate’ for two years now. They pay back their good fortune with lots of community outreach programs. They never turn away an empty stomach and allow a ‘pay it forward’ for like-minded customers.

Both of them are prone to daytime napping since they are up at all hours. When Mirai sees that they’re going to be swamped with customers, they call in her niece Megumi to help. As of a few months ago they’ve also roped Megumi’s boyfriends into helping. Minoru as a sou chef and Hiroki as a second waiter. During times when the trio are able to come help, Mirai is happy to slip into their office and do business things and paperwork.

[1e-rplogs]

Two more characters people are welcome to RP with me <3 Hmu if you wanna plot with my lovely restaurant wives!!

[rpmemesandmusings]

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.

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A funny text

A sad text

A scared text

A late night text

An excited text

A taunting text

An angry text

A frustrated text

A concerned text

A loving text

A confession via text

An accidental text

A wrong number text

A text that wasn’t sent

A text for help

A helpful text

A comforting text

A drunk text

A bad idea text

A rude text

A long text

A one word text

A text asking for advice

A final text

A flirty text

A hyper text

A weird text

A sarcastic text

A heartbreaking text

[valmunmemes]

Getting characters to meet and interact for the first time can be tough to play out.

Lots of people find the first meetings between strangers to be difficult to plan, or boring to play.

Reblog this if you don’t mind skipping the intro RP and instead jump-starting interactions by plotting out what relationship your characters might have, be they friends, enemies, lovers, antagonists, etc.

[1e-rplogs]

For Want of Directions

[ character: kaoru tokugawa - quirk: serene scent ]

Kaoru shifted her weight from foot to foot, nerves clamped down on the back of her spine like a unforgiving persistent leech. Everything about today had been a mistake.

Agreeing to go to an unfamiliar shopping center at a distance from campus with Fumi and Sati? A mistake she often made, it was easy to let herself get swept up in the other two girls enthusiasm.

Allowing herself to get overwhelmed by the crowds and rush to the point where she had wanted to leave? Also a very common mistake of hers. More of a character flaw than a mistake, she’d admit, if she was being particularly hard on herself. And she definitely was today.

Insisting that the other two girls not interrupt their day’s plans in order to accompany her home? She had wanted to not be a burden, but despite her intentions, it had been a mistake to think she could find her way in this unfamiliar part of town. But it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if not for a small mistake that she had made yesterday. A simple, small mistake that had snowballed terribly.

She stared down at the phone in her hand, pink eyes mournful. 

She’d forgot to charge her phone the night before.

A mistake that wouldn’t have been half as bad if she hadn’t made all the other mistakes today. Or if she had discovered it before taking her leave of Fumiko and Sati. 

Now she had no idea how to get back to campus, no way of getting into contact with her friends either. And so she had been wandering, for hours now. It was childish, beyond childish really, but she couldn’t force herself to walk up to one of the shops or stalls and ask for directions. Not with anxiety clogging up her throat. And the longer she waited, the darker the evening, and the more lost she became, the more anxious she was getting.

Kaoru’s tan fingers twined through her hair, pulling on the pink vaporous ends of it until it became long enough for her pull across her face and hide in. It was times like this that she wished her Quirk would work on herself. She inhaled, but the gas-like ends of her hair remained attached to her head. 

Her anxiety was much like her mistakes, snowballing into something worse.

Kaoru tucked herself against a wall, out of the way of foot traffic as she berated her nerves. She just needed directions and this was beyond ridiculous. She was stupid, she knew that, but was she this stupid? It’d be beyond midnight by the time she got back to campus if she continued at this rate.

Biting her lip, she tried to steel her shoulders and stiffen her resolve. She’d just ask someone randomly, on the street. Like ripping off a band-aid. That way she wouldn’t feel pressured to buy something from a shop keep, or be inundated with thoughts about how she was taking time away from an actual customer. And if someone didn’t want to talk to her on the street-- well they’d just keep going wouldn’t they?

Before she could over-analyze her new plan or chicken out, Kaoru inhaled sharply and reached a hand out as she called out, eyes shut so she wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of who she was asking in the bustling crowd.

“Excuse me-- do you h-happen to know how to get to Yuuei from-from here?”

Bullet bit, she opened her eyes to see who she had bothered with her question.

[bunny-rp-memes]

Reblog if you don’t mind random inbox starters that aren’t memes

[vaultism-archive-blog]

Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

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✘! (Tomoko Saito @ the ones on Izuku's arms, wondering if she needs to call child protective services)

@1e-rplogs

To say that Izuku hadn’t been expecting the touch was an understatement. He’d had the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to help cool off after the exertion of navigating rooftops and had only rejoined ground traffic a few minutes ago. When he felt fingertips deliberately brush his arm along the path of one of his larger scars, he jumped visibly and scuttled a few steps away.

Green eyes snapped up to the face of the person that had touched him, watching warily. Belatedly, he registered what could only be a hero costume.

Crap.

“Sorry. You startled me.” He instinctively tugged his sleeves down, covering the lattice of old and new scars and scratches that almost always decorated his forearms at any given time.

[1e-rplogs]

@askvigilantedeku

Tomoko hadn’t meant to do more than tug lightly on the young teen’s hoodie sleeve. The fact that she had missed and brushed one of the largest scars on his arm instead wasn’t that surprising though. Her eyes had been locked on the scars since she had spotted him in the crowd a minute or so ago.

Her worry over the nature of the scars hadn’t abated in the slightest with his reaction to the touch. Jumping was a perfectly normal response to being touched in a crowd, but the boy was extremely quick on his feet and… twitchy? A bundle of energy that seemed ready to react to anything at a moment’s notice. And she had spooked him. That would make things difficult.

She held up her empty gloved hands placatingly, offering the boy a reassuring smile. “Sorry about that! Meant to tug on your sleeve to get your attention. You move quicker than I had accounted for.” 

She stepped a little closer but was careful to give the jumpy kid some personal space. It was more an act to get them out of the flow of traffic than to corner him. She kept her hands loose and relaxed at her sides, rather than hooking her thumbs in her weapon belt like she would normally. 

“I’m Zaru, pleased to meet you…?” She trailed off, inviting him to share his name while she leaned back on her heels a bit, trying to not tower over him too much.

Her hazel eyes darted down to his arms as he adjusted his sleeves over the scars, but she returned her gaze to his face quickly, not wanting to call attention to the fact she had paid the scars much notice as she had.

There weren’t many scars on the boys face, just the one across his lip. But that didn’t really assure the worry that was building in the pit of her stomach. Broken noses could mend without signs, black eyes could be healed. It could mean nothing was wrong, but it also could mean the kid was good at not getting hit in the face– or, maybe worse, that if someone was doing something to him they were careful to not let things be too visible.

There did look to be something off-colored about the lower part of his right jaw, but it was hard to tell in the low-light, especially on his brown skin. It could be a birthmark or a spot of dirt, or even just a trick of the light. But Tomoko wasn’t convinced it was any of those things, the scars just as vivid in her mind’s eye as before the kid had rolled down his sleeves.

If she could just get his name… then she could try and find him later. Figure out what his home situation was like. But she fixed his appearance in her memory, just in case he bolted without a word.

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Izuku stared for a few seconds longer than he probably should have, studying the woman before him. He had to force himself to relax, breathing slowly to calm the immediate anxiety brought on by being confronted with a pro hero - and to make the furrow between his brows ease. It was hard enough for him to deal with pros even before that event. Now just being around one was enough to put him on edge. Still, he managed to dial back his wary expression to something more neutral, giving a small nod at her explanation. He didn’t trust himself to respond to that with anything that wouldn’t raise questions in a perceptive hero.

His hands dropped to the hem of his hoodie, gripping the fabric to keep himself from fidgeting. Tilting his face down a little, he watched her through the curls that shaded his eyes despite a nagging instinct to avert his gaze. Though his attention flicked briefly away to take in their surroundings, it returned to the pro quickly. Zaru. He’d have to remember that one, as he did with any pro that took an interest in him. They had the potential to be dangerous.

“Deku–” He started to answer automatically, then winced. “Ah, Izuku. Midoriya.” That habit of always using his nickname and ‘vigilante’ alias bit him in the ass occasionally.

[1e-rplogs]

Zaru wasn’t the sort to take offense easily, patience was necessary when dealing with the burgeoning hormones of newly presented teenage alphas. And she had spent five years learning how to deal with that. But there was something of that sort of behavior  missing in the young man’s prolonged eye contact. He also didn’t look like an alpha. Smaller, shorter, compact. Height could be deceiving of course, she had an omega student that was an inch taller than her this year, but… His eyes on her felt more like wary suspicion than fumbling posturing.

Like a rabbit in the company of a fox… Her heart squeezed and she felt protectiveness wash over her. Her nose flared silently when she noted his attention dart quickly to their surroundings. The anxiety seemed lesser now, muted, but she didn’t put much stock in that actually being the case. Not based on his eyes and his posture and the way his hands tightened on the hem of his hoodie. Composure, not calm. That’s what it felt like.

She couldn’t quite contain her confusion when he offered her the nickname, though when she mentally compared it against his proper one she fought hard to keep her posture and scent neutral. She was convinced now, with all the scars and a nickname like ‘useless’, how could she not be. Tomoko hoped that Izuku Midoriya was his real name, she’d definitely be able to find him if he bolted if it were. Though she kept the nickname tucked away just in case.

But he hadn’t bolted yet, and if she could prevent him from that course of action in the first place, that would be for the best.

“A pleasure to meet you Midoriya-kun!” She smiled, hazel eyes locked on his bright green ones. “Kind of late for someone so young to be out and about on a school night. I couldn’t help but notice you seemed a little winded, just a moment ago. Like you’d been running for a time? Was someone giving you trouble?”

She didn’t let herself worry too much that she had made the wrong call with the words she chose. Instead she focused on being affable, comforting and non-threatening. She couldn’t know what would be helpful or what would send him over the edge. She could only hope she had made the right call.

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There were small tics and tells in her expression and scent that told Izuku what this pro - this alpha, he noted - was after, at least in a general sort of way. He couldn’t blame her, really. Not when he specifically never went out with his back or shoulders uncovered, to hide the worst of his scars. But that was the main reason he wore the hoodie, after all. Scars like his were easily identifiable, and he didn’t want to be identified.

He shouldn’t have given her his full name.

Oh, well.

He was good at strategizing on his feet, but when put on the spot, his ability to tell convincing half-truths tended to falter a bit. Though… He didn’t necessarily have to use words to do that, now did he? Nor did he have to actually answer her questions. So instead, he opted to shift where he stood.

It wasn’t a show of relaxation so much as confidence in the face of his situation. Shoulders back a little, no longer drawn in to make him look smaller. Feet further apart, balanced, owning his space. Chin lifted, though not in challenge (and letting that discolored spot - now clearly an old bruise - on his jaw catch the light from a nearby streetlamp). Granted, it was unusual body language for an omega, but he generally got away with it by virtue of being one. He put on one of his better smiles - the sort he used to reassure others even when he wasn’t feeling it himself - and let go of his hoodie to tuck his hands into his pockets.

“Not at all, ma'am.” He could have stopped there but his tongue had other ideas. “I can usually handle any trouble that comes my way.”

He smiled a little brighter to soften the impact his words might have had, hoping she would let them pass.

[1e-rplogs]

The change was striking. He no longer looked like a shrinking violet at the very least. Now he reminded her of her charges who nursed bruises and scrapes with pride. The kind of kids who just didn’t know when to quit.

It was reassuring, in a way, the confidence didn’t feel like a thin veneer. She smiled kindly at him even as the gears in her mind started turning through a new line of thought. He seemed honest– too honest, if giving her his nickname was anything to go by. So if not the result of an abusive guardian, how had the kid managed to get all those scars?

There was also the level of wariness he had displayed after coming to the realization that he had caught the attention of a pro-hero. She wasn’t one for assuming guilt, it could easily be that he was doing something mundane as breaking his curfew after all. But the image of his scarred arms lingered in her mind.

“Glad to hear that Midoriya-kun.” She gave him an appraising look, eyes on the fading bruise. “Though I hope you don’t have to handle trouble too often.” Tomoko tried to strike a balance between friendly and serious, and mostly succeeded. She was a mom, it was in her nature to scold, but it was hard not to find his spunky nature refreshing (and reassuring too).

She rubbed her chin, realizing with a thoughtful, quick frown that she was probably not going to get much more out of the kid. Tomoko resolved to keep an eye out for him when her patrolling brought her near this part of town again.

Before she get out more than a firm but teasing “Stay out of trouble” to send him on his way, a sound like a dumpster being over turned violently echoed from a little ways down the street, followed by a stifled woman’s scream. Tomoko brushed passed him, careful not to bowl the teen over, but cutting through the dwindling crowds for the quickest path towards the source of the sound. If the kid had been looking for a way out, he had gotten one.

But she shoved her worries about the scarred teen to the side. That was very much a problem she could figure out later, for now, she focused on finding the source of the noise. The small crowd of nervous loiterers was the first sign she was in the right place. The bowled over metal trash bin was the next. Tomoko slowed her pace enough that her entrance to the alley was silent.

Hazel eyes took in the scene with a practiced speed. A woman with a scorpion’s tail had the appendage pointed towards a ritzy looking woman’s face, one of her hands on the thrashing woman’s mouth, while the other held her left arm. A man was forcing jewelry off the trapped woman’s right hand roughly. Neither had spotted her. Were they idiots? Or was there someone keeping a look out for them? If there was, they hadn’t called out to alert them that a pro-hero was standing behind them. So that seemed unlikely.

The woman’s safety was a much more pressing issue though, so Tomoko decided to focus on what she could see. Raising both hands to her ears, she tugged gently on each one, eyes focused on the pair of thugs. That done, she stepped closer, taking her baton out from it’s holster on it’s side. Energy thrummed around her as she approached them, but neither turned around. Their victim however, thrashed with renewed panic.

Tomoko spoke, but the two thieves didn’t react to her voice.

“Miss, I’m going to ask you to try and remain calm. Neither of them can hear me, but you can. I’m going to get you out of there, but please stay still until they let go of you. When they let you go, run out of the alley to safety and call the police.”

The terrified woman nodded. Which wasn’t exactly following Tomoko’s directions to stay still. But she couldn’t fault a panicky civilian. It did however ruin her element of surprise. The man who had been stripping the rich woman of her jewelry whirled on his heels.

At the sight of the baton and uniform, he snarled and yelled.

The yell shook her very bones. Her hands slapped over her ears, but not to protect her hearing or try and block out the sound. Instead, the thrum of energy fizzled out around her when she brushed her earlobes and in the same breath refocused her gaze on the screaming man while she dragged a finger over her throat.

His voice cut out like she had hit the mute button on a remote.

Her ears rang, but she wasted no time worrying about them, opting instead to spend the precious seconds before the scorpion woman reacted to drag her fingers in arrow shape across her eyes. The silent man’s hands whipped out around him as he was suddenly unable to see as well.

That took care of one.

Tomoko turned her attention to the second mugger. She had dropped their would-be victim, but the petrified woman wasn’t obeying Tomoko’s instructions, she had instead, curled up on the ground sobbing. The pro-hero bit back a vexed sigh, but kept her eyes on the scorpion tail. With all her quirk wrapped up with leaving the screaming-mugger blind and mute, she couldn’t rely on it to give herself the upper-hand against this potentially poisonous and definitely deadly appendage. She elongated her baton into it’s normal long staff shape with the press of a button on it’s side, striking a solid stance. She’d wait for the thug to charge her and bring the fight away from the cowering woman.

It was times like this that she wished she worked with an agency rather than alone. It would have been nice to know for sure that backup was on the way.