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Two figures followed a disheveled-looking man down the hallways of a school, while he informed them about their new (and forced) life at UA Academy.
—You are forbidden from using your quirks and under no circumstances can you fight with your classmates outside of school practices, understood? —the man concluded as they arrived at one of the classrooms.
—Understood, Mr. Aizawa. Don’t worry —said a blond, blue-eyed boy with a face full of freckles. He seemed a bit nervous as he glanced at his companion.
—Tch —was the only response from the other boy, a brunette, whose expression clearly showed how irritated he was to be there.
—I’m warning you, especially you, kid. Don’t try anything. It was hard enough convincing the authorities to release you two so you could study here —Aizawa warned the brunette.
—I don’t care about your stupid warning. No matter what happens, we’re getting out of here one way or another —the brunette finished in a defiant tone.
—Timmy, try to calm down —the blond boy said, trying to soothe his dear friend.
—Try all you want, kid. This is your reality now —Aizawa finished as he opened the door and entered the classroom, accompanied by the two boys.
As they entered the classroom, they saw various students chatting and joking with one another, completely carefree. However, the moment they noticed the presence of the new students, the noise ceased, and all eyes turned expectantly toward their teacher.
—As you can see, kids, we have two new students today. Be nice to them, or whatever —started Aizawa with clear boredom, yawning deeply. —Anyway, you two, introduce yourselves to the class.
—Hello —the blond boy began cheerfully. Nothing fazed him; he maintained a bright and friendly demeanor toward any potential new friend—. My name is Robert Hillenburg, but people call me Bob. Nice to meet you all! My hobbies are karate, cooking, and catching butterflies.
The class looked at him curiously until a blond boy with a sharp gaze and delinquent appearance began laughing mockingly.
—Seriously? You like that kind of nonsense? What are you, a girl? —the blond mocked with amusement—. You’re in the wrong school, dude—this is a hero school, not a pageant.
—Kacchan, there’s no need to make fun of him like that —said a green-haired boy nervously.
—Shut up, stupid Deku. It’s hilarious that this guy says stuff like that without shame —the blond said, glaring at his companion.
—I think we walked into the clown class, SB —the brunette newcomer said, looking at the blond mockingly—. We must be in the wrong place.
—What did you say?! Repeat that to my face, you big-toothed clown! —shouted the blond, pointing at the brunette in anger.
—If you come closer, I’ll repeat it slower. Not only are you stupid, but you’re deaf too —the brunette responded with a hint of mockery.
—YOU DAMN BEAVER—!
—Bakugou, sit down and behave. And you… —Aizawa said, turning his attention to the brunette—. …introduce yourself now, and if you pick a fight again, I’ll send you to detention.
—How about you just expel me instead? Better than being surrounded by wannabe idiots pretending to be heroes —the brunette said defiantly, gritting his teeth.
—Don’t tempt me to call the principal, kid —Aizawa said, clearly irritated. The students watched the exchange in amazement, surprised at the newcomer’s attitude. Did he really not care about getting expelled? Why? And why was he so hostile?
—Go ahead, but don’t think— —the brunette was interrupted by Bob, who quickly stepped in.
—Timmy, we promised not to fight here. We gave our word to follow their rules —the blond said cautiously—. You know that’s what they would want.
The brunette sighed in frustration, looking at the blond. After a few seconds, he nodded and sighed again.
—Fine, you’re right —he muttered, still clearly annoyed, then turned to face his supposed new classmates—. I’m Timmy Turner. Get in my way, and I’ll kick your ass.
—Timmy? Is that short for something? —a red-haired boy asked curiously—. It doesn’t sound very manly.
—Maybe it’s short for Tiberius or Timothy —said a bespectacled boy with blue hair.
—I said my name’s Timmy or Tim. Call me Timothy, and I’ll kill you —the brunette growled through gritted teeth.
—Tim doesn’t like his full name much; let’s just say it makes him uncomfortable —Bob added with a light smile in an apologetic tone.
—Any questions for your new classmates? —Aizawa asked lazily—. I’ll only allow one question.
The green-haired boy quickly raised his hand.
—I want to ask both of you: what are your quirks? How do they work? It’s rare for new students to join UA this late —he asked with a gleam in his eyes.
—You heard him, Turner and Hillenburg. Your quirks, now —Aizawa said, half-asleep—. Say it quickly; we don’t have all day.
—Quirks? Oh, you mean our abilities? I’m a sponge boy —Bob began with a smile as he stepped a bit further into the center of the class to demonstrate his power.
The class gasped as the blond’s body turned yellow and shrank into the shape of a square sponge, his body now full of holes.
—This is my sponge form. With it, I can absorb hits, withstand falls, and I’m practicing some other things I think I can do, like… —Bob closed his eyes, feeling his body compress.
The entire class watched in amazement as the square sponge shape turned into a ball.
—Ta-da! What do you think?
—Oh my god, that’s so cool —said a red-haired boy with an excited grin.
—Incredible —a pink-haired girl murmured.
—So cool —said a blond boy with a black streak in his hair.
—Amazing! Such control! —muttered the green-haired boy as he furiously jotted down notes in his notebook about the blond’s abilities.
Bob quickly returned to his sponge form and then back to his human form, gasping a little from the effort. The brunette immediately rushed to his side, helping him lean against him.
—There was no need to put on such a show for them —Timmy scolded a bit worriedly—. Also, remember what they told us. It’s not good to show off all our abilities.
—Bwahahahaha, I guess I went overboard. Sorry, Timmy —Bob laughed carefreely.
The buck-toothed teen just rolled his eyes.
—Typical SB.
—So cool, does that mean you can do everything a sponge can? You could do so much with your power, from any type of rescue to assisted combat without any problems, plus you’d have an incredible advantage in fights against aquatic villains, not to mention fires. Can you absorb large amounts of water and shoot it out? —rambled the green-haired boy, excitedly.
—Midoriya, you’re rambling again in an incomprehensible way —said his classmate with two-toned hair, raising an eyebrow.
The boy looked around and saw his classmates only smiling at his behavior—typical of Izuku Midoriya to get excited upon seeing a new power.
—Oh, sorry, guys —said Izuku, sweat dropping.
—Classic Deku —said a brown-haired girl with a smile.
—Putting Midoriya’s ramblings aside. Turner-san, what’s your quirk? —asked the boy with glasses, seriously.
—Not your business —said Timmy as he looked at the other students.
—Huh? There’s no need to be rude —said a black-haired girl with a ponytail, glaring at Timmy—. We’ll be classmates, isn’t it better if we get along?
—Classmates? I don’t care. School stopped mattering to me years ago —said Timmy, turning to look at the teacher—. Can we sit down now?
—Sit behind Midoriya and Todoroki. Brats, raise your hands so they can see you —said Aizawa as he got up and walked towards the board.
Timmy helped Bob to his seat behind Midoriya, and when he saw that the blonde was settled, he quickly went to his own seat.
—Anyway, let’s get started. We have a lot to do today —said Aizawa with his typical tone of irritation and exhaustion.
Timmy just watched, bored, as all his new classmates, including Bob, paid attention to the teacher’s dull lecture. After a few minutes, he sighed and lowered his gaze to his right wrist, where he wore a green and pink bracelet, and started to lose himself in thought.
—We have to leave, it’s not safe here —said Bob as they ran away from the scene. It was obvious that the situation had gotten out of hand and that the heroes would come after them.
—Damn it, we’re surrounded. Where are the others? —said Timmy, both angry and worried.
He looked around, searching for two familiar figures, but all he could see was a sea of fire, feathers, metal, and many unfamiliar hero faces surrounding them.
—You can’t escape, kids. Surrender —shouted a threatening voice.
Timmy gripped his green hammer in one hand while trying to generate a pink shield with the other, but a very familiar scream of pain distracted him.
—NOOO —he heard from afar. He saw a figure quickly fly toward the one who had screamed—. JIMMY!
He felt his blood freeze. He wanted to run toward where the figure had flown, but someone managed to hit him from behind. His vision began to fade as he saw the flying figure quickly carry someone in their arms and close their eyes, deciding what to do.
Timmy heard Bob shout:
—LEAVE DANNY, GO!
The last thing he saw was the figure nodding and leaving with the person in their arms.
—Timmy? You okay? Class is over —said a voice, snapping him out of his thoughts.
—Huh? —said Timmy, lifting his gaze to meet his friend’s eyes.
—Class is over. It's time for lunch —said Bob with a slight smile.
—Oh, I see —said Timmy as he watched several students leave the classroom.
—Are you alright, Timmy? You seem really distracted —Bob asked as he watched Timmy grab his bag with disinterest and get up from his desk.
—It’s nothing, SB. I just hope we can get out of here soon —commented the brown-haired boy with a tone full of annoyance as they both followed the other students to what they assumed was the cafeteria—. I hate school.
—Don’t worry, Timmy, we’ll be out of here soon —Bob said, trying to cheer up his friend.
As they entered the cafeteria and looked around, Timmy started feeling uncomfortable. It didn’t matter where he was—he hated school and all the socializing that came with it. It made him miss his own version of normality.
—I hope so —he murmured under his breath.
Elsewhere…
Beep. Beep.
The only sound heard was the machines keeping a young boy stable as he lay sleeping in a bed. He looked in bad shape—most of his torso and his entire right arm were wrapped in bandages. His face had many scratches and slight burns, and he was connected to an oxygen mask. However, he slept peacefully.
Sitting in a chair next to him was a slightly older boy, with the top part of his hair dark and the rest closer to his scalp white. His emerald eyes looked worried as he carefully held the left hand of the sleeping boy.
Bark bark
Then came a sudden sound, pulling the young man out of his thoughts.
— Goddard? What’s up, boy? —the young man asked, looking towards the door.
There stood a robotic dog who, despite not being able to show expressions, appeared concerned. The dog quickly ran to the young man and began barking in a sad tone while looking at the boy in the bed.
— You’re worried, aren’t you? —said the young man, petting the metal of the dog a little.
Bark bark
The dog barked, nodding.
— I know, this is bad. I don’t know where the others are, and with Jimmy in this state… it’s going to be hard for us to move for a while, —sighed the young man.
Bark bark
Said the dog as it moved away from the young man’s hand and opened a panel in its chest. Inside was a screen displaying:
"I tried tracking their signals. They don’t have their communicators activated, but through Timmy’s bracelet transmitter, I know they’re safe." The screen displayed.
The young man looked at the screen, then sighed with relief, releasing a tired smile.
— Thank goodness. Do you know where they are? —he asked.
"UA School, the most secure building in Japan after the highly dangerous villain prison, Tartarus." —Goddard replied.
— I see. Goddard, do you think they’re in danger there? —the young man questioned.
"Based on my data, the most likely scenario is that they are being held as students." —Goddard responded.
— Are you sure? They could be prisoners. —the young man insisted.
"I managed to peek a little inside their systems without being detected. They were admitted as students under house arrest. They’re fine." —Goddard assured.
The young man sighed in relief.
— I understand. What do you think would be the wisest thing to do right now, boy? —he asked.
The dog barked sadly, quickly glancing at the bed and then back at the young man.
"We need the master to wake up in order to make an efficient escape plan. We can’t come up with a plan and leave him alone in his vulnerable state."—Goddard said.
— That’s what I feared, —chuckled the young man, somewhat bitterly, turning to look at the boy in the bed, once again holding his left hand— Hey, Jimmy, I need you to wake up. SB and Timmy got themselves into another dumb situation, and I need your help, boy genius.
Beep beep.
No one answered. The boy just continued sleeping.
— Jimmy’s alright, isn’t he, Goddard? —the young man whispered.
The dog whined a little, while the screen displayed:
"He’s fine, Danny. He’s stable. The damage he took was severe, but the master is strong." —Goddard reassured.
Danny sighed and nodded. After that, there were no more questions. He simply stared at the unconscious Jimmy, along with Goddard, waiting for him to wake up at any moment.