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[15] USJ
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 16:32:35 +0000 UTC(Kata POV – U.A. Hallway)
'This is so pointless.'
I grumble internally as Momo and I move from one teacher to another to make sure we have all the info the teachers would need our class to have.
A class president’s duty is to act as a liaison between the faculty and students, but right now, I feel less like a leader and more like an errand boy.
Momo, on the other hand, is as composed and dedicated as ever. She takes each task seriously, performing her role with unwavering focus, showing no signs of frustration.
"Yaoyorozu," I ask, curiosity getting the better of me, "why did you want to be vice president? Don’t you find stuff like this annoying?"
I know I would. I’m too selfish to understand a position that exists solely to serve others.
Without hesitation, she answers—clear, firm, and without a single shred of doubt.
"I think it suits me. I want to contribute to our class and support everyone as best as I can. And being vice president allows me to do that on a greater scale." Her voice picks up with enthusiasm as she speaks.
I fall silent, not because I’m impressed, but because I can’t fully believe it. 'That’s it? No ulterior motive?'
"So… not for any recognition? No other benefits?"
She simply shakes her head, her hair bouncing slightly with the motion. "There are perks, sure. But that’s not why I took the role."
Then, she turns the question back on me. "What about you?" Her gaze sharpens slightly, analyzing me.
I let out a quiet sigh. 'I think there’s more to that question than meets the eye.'
"You were there," I remind her flatly. "I got elected. I had no say in the matter once Aizawa sentenced me to this position."
"Then why have you taken it so seriously these past two days?" she counters without missing a beat.
I blink. "I just did what needed to be done."
She frowns. "That’s not true at all."
Her voice is calm, precise—almost surgical.
"You double-check with every teacher to make sure our class is properly informed. You notice where each of our classmates is struggling, make sure the teachers know, and even give them advice on how to teach more effectively. You also pick up when someone isn’t doing well—whether emotionally or physically—and even though you don’t draw attention to it, you subtly ensure someone else notices and addresses the issue."
Her words hang in the air.
She knows more than I expected. 'But she’s making too big a deal out of this.'
It’s not that serious.
The only reason I’ve been aware of everything going on is because I’ve been refining my Telekinetic Sense. I can keep it active almost all the time now, which means I pick up on things more easily.
And honestly? It’s just more efficient this way.
If a problem arises, it’s better to fix it early than wait until it snowballs into something more annoying.
Take academics, for example. When final exams come around, people always start scrambling for help. In canon, they would’ve gone to Momo since she had the highest grades.
But now, they'd probably come to me since my grades are higher.
'I could just refuse… but then they’d feel bad.' And that would just make things more complicated.
I let out a tired sigh. "You probably wouldn’t understand—or believe me—if I told you that what I’ve done is just the bare minimum for a class president."
Momo chuckles softly, offering me a sweet smile. "If that’s true, then you’re much more qualified for the position than I am, and I'm glad you were nominated."
We continue this lighthearted exchange as we check in with the remaining teachers. Once everything is in order, we head our separate ways for the evening.
The streets are quieter when I leave UA around 5 p.m., a stark contrast to the usual hustle of students and workers. The air is cool, and without the usual crowd, I find the walk home far more peaceful.
Tomorrow is Wednesday, the date mentioned in the manga that the training at the USJ happened.
I’ve managed to expand my sensing ability to cover my full range of about a kilometer at max power, and I can maintain it indefinitely. Now, I need to increase my mobility to fully take advantage of it.
And the best way to do that is by flying—or at the very least, launching myself with precision and speed.
As soon as I get home, I change into my workout gear, after a quick meal, and step into the yard to begin my training. At first, it’s surprisingly easy. Being able to sense my entire body and surroundings with my Telekinetic Sense makes it effortless to apply my quirk accurately.
At least… in theory.
I miscalculate the power at first, resulting in more falls than I’d care to admit. The first few attempts send me careening sideways, slamming into the ground with a force that rattles my bones. But with each failure, I adjust. Soon, I’m moving faster—probably surpassing Ida’s speed—and just as importantly, I can change directions on a dime accurately as I remain completely aware of my surroundings regardless of my speed.
However, I quickly realize a major limitation.
I still can’t use this ability at max power.
Without the ability to manipulate forces directly, I’m stuck playing it safe. Technically, I could accelerate to Mach speeds instantly and block out air friction with my forcefield, but that wouldn’t stop the G-forces from turning my organs to mush.
At least until I learn how to counteract external forces or reinforce my body enough to withstand them.
That training alone eats up two hours. By the time I check the time, it’s already 7:30 p.m.
'Next goal: flight. Or controlled floating if that's too hard.'
This turns out to be even easier. If I picture my body as an object, my Telekinetic Sense treats me just like anything else I can see and manipulating myself becomes second nature.
For the next few hours, I focus entirely on movement—adjusting to the disorienting sensation of free-floating and practicing three-dimensional maneuvering. The first few spins leave my stomach churning, but after enough repetition, it becomes natural.
When I finally call it quits at midnight, exhaustion creeps in. My muscles ache from constant strain, and my head feels heavier from prolonged quirk use.
But despite that, I can’t help but feel satisfied.
My chances against the Nomu, Shigaraki, and Kurogiri have just gone up.
'The next step in my training would be increasing my offensive power, but for now, I need sleep.'
I head to bed and fall into a deep sleep, only to be jolted awake at 6 a.m. by my alarm clock. Keeping my morning workout light, I get ready and head to UA, prepared for what will undoubtedly be an eventful day.
(Kata POV – Class 1-A, 12:50 p.m.)
Aizawa stands at the podium, arms crossed. "This time, All Might, myself, and two others will be supervising your hero basic training."
Sero raises a hand. "Uh, what exactly are we doing?"
Aizawa holds up a card with the word RESCUE written on it. "Preparing you for disaster relief. Everything from fires to floods, and more. It's rescue training."
The class erupts into chatter. The combat-heavy students, like Mina and Kaminari seem less than thrilled, while others, like Asui and Kirishima, look excited.
"Hey. I'm not done." Aizawa’s tone silences everyone. He explains that we can either wear our costumes or gym uniforms, then informs us we’ll be taking a bus to the training site.
With that, he dismisses us and tells us to get ready.
As the class presidents, Momo and I change and go ahead of everyone else to keep order while they line up.
"Line up according to your I.D. numbers and take your seats in an orderly fashion," I announce in my usual tone.
Kirishima grins as he walks past. "You're really taking the job seriously, huh, Prez?"
A few others chuckle at his teasing. I just sigh.
'It's all in good fun.' I groan internally.
Once everyone's seated, order is completely abandoned as they shuffle around, sitting next to whoever they desire. I don’t care much, as they aren't causing trouble, while I end up next to Mina.
She flashes me a confident smile. "You got the best seat in the house—right next to me!"
I raise an eyebrow. 'What’s she up to?'
I can tell that something's up. She's way too excited.
Deciding to humor her, I nod. "Yeah, great seat. Looks like we’re partners for this trip, same as last time." I say, referencing the battle trials.
Mina makes an exaggerated pout, crossing her arms. "You say that, but you don’t sound all that happy about it." She pauses, tapping her chin in thought. "Actually, that’s something I’ve been curious about. Your voice is always so monotone. Why?"
I blink. 'That’s an amusing question.'
Looking her directly in the eyes—red meeting yellow—I ask, "Are really sure you want to know? It’s not exactly a pleasant answer."
Her curiosity only grows, her excitement practically burning. "Yeah, I wanna know!"
Around us, the others are deep in a discussion about quirks, spurred on by Asui’s comment about Izuku’s similarity to All Might.
I see no reason to tell Mina the full story, so I trim it down. 'I could lie, but it's nothing significant enough to lie about.'
"I never had a reason to change my tone growing up. So I didn’t. It became my default."
Mina gasps dramatically. "No way! You’re telling me you talked like that even as a kid? Didn’t your parents find it weird?"
It's an innocent question to most, but to me, it's a forbidden subject.
'Not because I'm the one who cares... but others always do.'
I find it funny that they died without their deeds getting exposed.
'Anyway, It’s good she brought it up. She’ll feel guilty and drop the topic once she finds out—'
"They're dead."
The words leave my mouth, colder than I intended, even in my usual monotone. 'Maybe I'm not as over it as I thought.'
"They died in a gas explosion and house fire when I was twelve."
Silence falls over the bus. 'They must have heard that.'
Through my quirk, I sense everything—the shift in posture, the subtle downward glances, the uncomfortable tension in the air. Mina is frozen in place while some of the girls look at me with quiet sadness.
I sigh internally. 'This again.'
I hate being pitied. But I can’t really blame them for it. 'It’s just annoying that they get sad over trash that died.'
"No need to be sad," I say, keeping my tone neutral. "Apparently, they didn’t suffer," '...enough.' I finish the sentence internally, although I realise that my fist was clenched at some point. I release it and continue.
"And life wasn't bad after the incident, so I’m absolutely fine."
Mina nods slowly, but the silence lingers. I sense a few of the boys exchanging glances, while the sharper girls—Momo and Asui in particular—fall into deep thought.
'Seems like they're suspicious.'
If I had to guess, the guys are probably linking my scars to my apathy. The girls, on the other hand, must have noticed something off about my reaction—some inconsistency that I didn't realise.
Either way, the atmosphere is getting heavier. Time to move on.
"We're here," I announce, looking out the window as the dome-shaped USJ facility comes into view.
A few of the more energetic students, probably eager to shake off the awkwardness, try to reignite the mood.
"Get ready, guys! This is gonna be awesome!" Kirishima grins, though his usual enthusiasm feels a little forced.
A few others chime in, and the atmosphere slowly normalizes—but Mina remains silent.
'Damn. Should’ve kept quiet...'
'Not that it matters. They’ll be too distracted soon anyway.'
The bus comes to a stop, and we step into the USJ.
Gasps and exclamations erupt as the sight of different disaster-simulated terrains stretche before us.
"WHOOOAAAA!!" The class shouts collectively.
"Is this Universal Studios Japan?!" Someone blurts out.
Even I can’t help but admire the scene. Seeing it in person is far more impressive than any description or image could capture.
At the front, Thirteen and Lady Nagant stand ready to greet us. Thirteen begins listing the various zones before launching into a brief history of the USJ.
Izuku and Uraraka are practically buzzing with excitement, clearly fans.
Meanwhile, Aizawa approaches Thirteen and Lady Nagant, asking about All Might. He’s apparently resting at UA after overexerting himself on hero work earlier in the morning.
I lock eyes with Lady Nagant. A silent understanding passes between us before we break eye contact.
'I never got back to her, and Nezu must've drilled her hard about my identity.'
But I also made sure she wasn’t charged for my family’s deaths—I covered it up. And she knows that.
She kept my secret, but that doesn't mean I know how to deal with her.
'How am I supposed to interact with someone who knows what I’ve done?'
I'll find out where she stands later.
Thirteen continues her speech, explaining her Quirk, Black Hole—how it’s an incredible tool for rescue but equally dangerous if misused. She finishes by emphasizing the importance of learning to wield our quirks responsibly, ensuring they serve to help rather than harm.
"And that is all! I thank you for listening." She bows, concluding her speech.
I remain silent, my focus elsewhere.
I sense the surrounding using my quirk, scanning, waiting… and then—there.
A ripple in the air. A disturbance.
'They’re here.'
I exhale quietly, relieved. If I hadn’t been able to sense Kurogiri’s portals forming, things would be much harder.
Aizawa starts speaking. "Great. First off—"
He suddenly stops, his attention snapping toward the center of the facility.
A swirling mass of black smoke materializes, expanding into a portal. From within, a man with a skeletal frame, pale blue hair, and hands covering his body steps forward.
The League of Villains has arrived.
