I don't know how you guys did it, but somehow we 3rd in the power ranking🔥🔥
So here is the bonus chapter, WHICH I thougth would not be needed. But you people keep shocking me.
AGAIN THE CHAPTERS WILL BE UPDATED RANDOMLY AS I AM STILL ON THE ROAD(Yeah, just landed)
Next milestone:- 1500 P.S. Let's get it!!!!!!!!!
(I AM STILL TRAVALING🥹🥹)
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The hallways of U.A. were wide, spotless, and buzzing with the chatter of hundreds of teenagers whose entire futures depend on the next few hours.
Akira Shuzenji walked through the crowd, enjoying his smoke(Medicine).
He took a slow, drag from his red-lacquered kiseru. The vapor curled around his face, smelling of mint and expensive herbs. The wooden geta on his feet clacked against the polished floor tiles.
He sighed and looked up.
"Hey, Nia," he called. "Did you really have to come with me? Can't you stay at home? I had to get another medical permission slip from Grandma. Do you know how embarrassing that was? The paper literally says, 'Student requires emotional support animal due to acute mental instability triggered by separation anxiety.'"
The small black lump of fur perched on top of his spiky red hair shifted. A pair of bright, intelligent yellow eyes opened, blinking sleepily at the bright lights above.
"But Daddy," a sweet, childish voice replied. "Did you not get the same thing for your outfit? Because technically, you are not supposed to wear a feudal era cosplay to a school exam. It's against the dress code section 4, paragraph B."
The cat yawned, stretching her small paws against Akira's forehead.
"You made Great-Grandma write you a medical permission saying you are 'mentally ill' and require 'sensory-friendly relaxing clothing' to prevent a quirk outburst. Don't act like I'm the drama queen here. You're the one walking around like you own the place."
'Well, I technically do own 70% stack of UA.' Akira thought.
He then sighed again. Akira hated it when the cat made sense.
"First of all," Akira muttered, adjusting his collar with a dignified sniff. "You know how much I like this outfit. It's comfortable. It's easy to breathe in. And it looks good. Aesthetics are half the battle in hero work. If I'm going to be the Symbol of Fear, I can't be wearing a polyester tracksuit. Fear demands style."
He took another puff, savoring the cool mint flavor.
"And second, answer the question, Nia. Why couldn't you stay at home for a few hours? Mom would have fed you the good tuna. The imported stuff from the northern coast."
Nia's ears flattened against her head. She sniffled.
"Because..." her voice wobbled, turning thick with tears. "Because... Grandma gets all scary when I try to talk to her! It's like she hates me! She looks at me like I'm a germ she wants to wipe with sanitizer!"
Akira stopped walking. He sighed for the tenth time that morning, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He reached up and gently plucked the crying kitten from his head. He held her in his hands, bringing her to eye level. She looked like the saddest thing — a tiny ball of black fluff with giant, watery yellow eyes that could melt a villain's heart.
"Nia," he said softly. "Listen to me. Grandma doesn't hate you."
"She glares at me!" Nia wailed quietly, burying her face in her paws. "Every time I call her, her eye twitches! I think she wants to dissect me! She has that syringe cane!"
"That's because when you call her 'Grandma'," Akira explained patiently, "she feels older than she already is. Age is a real no-talk topic for women. It's like mentioning the war. You just don't do it. That's why she gets grumpy."
Nia blinked, a tear rolling down her whiskers. "Really?"
"Really," Akira promised. He used the sleeve of his kimono to wipe the tear away. "Mom loves you very much. She just... prefers Honoka-san, makes her feel younger. Humans are weird like that."
"Oh," Nia sniffled. She rubbed her face against his thumb. "Okay. I can call her Miss Honoka. Does that mean I get treats?"
"We'll see," Akira smiled, scratching behind her ears. "Now, are you done crying? We have an entrance to make, and I can't look cool with a sobbing cat."
Nia meowed happily, her mood swinging instantly. "Yes! Put me back! I want the high ground! I want to judge the peasants!"
Akira chuckled and placed her back on his head. She nestled into his hair, purring loudly.
He resumed his walk toward the orientation hall.
As he moved deeper into the building, the crowd thickened. And as it thickened, the whispers started.
It was inevitable.
"Who is that?"
"Is he wearing a yukata? Is he lost?"
"Check out the pipe. Is he smoking? In school? Isn't that grounds for disqualification?"
"Dude, look at his face. He's... really pretty. Like an idol."
"Dude, you gay? Not like I got something against them."
"Fuck off, man."
"Is that a cat on his head? Is that his quirk? Does he summon cats?"
"I heard he's related to Recovery Girl. Look at the birthmark. Same family crest."
"He looks scary. Like a yakuza heir or something. Don't make eye contact."
Akira ignored them.
He reached the massive orientation hall. It was a cavernous auditorium with stadium seating, already filling up with thousands of examinees from all over the country. The lights were dimmed, casting long shadows on the stage.
Akira scanned the rows. Looking for a peaceful spot.
He climbed the stairs to the middle rows, moving away from the loud groups. He found an empty seat near the aisle, isolated from the others. He sat down, crossing his legs and resting the pipe on his knee.
He looked up at the stage.
"Wow!" Nia exclaimed. "That's a massive screen! Why don't we have something like that at home? We could watch The Lion King in 4K!"
"Because we have taste, Nia," Akira murmured, scratching her chin. "And because Nezu would probably hack it to play educational documentaries about quirk sociology at 3 AM."
Before he could explain the nuances of home theater systems further, a gasp came from his left.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT A CUTE CAT!"
It was a girlish voice, bubbly and high-pitched, vibrating with excitement.
Akira turned his head.
He saw... nothing.
Well, not nothing. He saw a school uniform — a blazer and a skirt — floating in mid-air. There were no hands, no legs, no face. Just clothes filled by an invisible volume.
For a second, Akira's brain stalled. He knew about quirks. He knew invisibility would be a thing in the world of superpowers. But seeing it in real life was jarring. It was like looking at a rendering error in the universe.
He stared at the floating collar where a neck should be.
"Hello?" the voice asked, waving a sleeve in front of his face. "Can you hear me? Did I spook you? People say I'm sneaky!"
Akira blinked, snapping back to reality.
"Oh," he said calmly. "Yeah. My bad. It's the first time I've seen an invisibility quirk in person. It's... thorough. Usually, there's a shimmer or a distortion with light refraction quirks. You're completely transparent."
The sleeve lowered. The uniform shifted as if the girl was shuffling her feet shyly.
"Aww! Thanks!" she said, her voice brightening. "It's not that special! I mean, I can't turn it off, and I lose my hands sometimes, but it's great for hide and seek!"
"WOW!" Nia yelled from atop Akira's head. She leaned forward, nearly falling off her perch. "You can be invisible?! That's awesome! Can you walk through walls, too? Are you a ghost? Can you haunt people?"
The floating uniform jumped slightly. " Did... did the cat just talk?"
Nia puffed out her chest — or at least, she fluffed her fur up to look bigger.
"Yeah!" Nia declared proudly. "My quirk is Evolution! It allows me to evolve my body! Pretty cool, right? I'm basically a furry genius!"
"That is awesome!" the invisible girl squealed, clapping her invisible hands together. "A talking cat! That is so cute! It's like a magical girl mascot!"
Nia started jumping, soaking up the praise like a sponge. "Yeah! Daddy says I'm the strongest cat in the world! I can beat up dogs!"
"Awwww!" the girl cooed.
She turned her invisible head toward Akira.
"She calls you Dad? That is literally the sweetest thing I have ever heard. You look so scary and cool, but you're a cat dad! You must be a really good father." She joked.
She extended a floating sleeve toward him.
"I am Toru Hagakure, by the way! Nice to meet you! I hope we're in the same battle center!"
Akira smiled. He reached out and took the invisible hand. It felt warm, soft, and surprisingly small.
"Pleased to meet you, Hagakure-san," he said, giving a slight, respectful nod. "My name is Akira Shuzenji."
"Stop!" Toru laughed, shaking his hand enthusiastically. "You don't have to be that formal! We're gonna be classmates, hopefully! You can just call me Toru! 'Hagakure-san' makes me feel like my mom."
Akira raised an eyebrow. "Bold assumption that we'll both pass. The acceptance rate is lower than 1%."
"Hey! Positive vibes only!" Toru chided, wagging a sleeve at him. "Manifest it! Besides, you look like you know what you're doing. The outfit screams confidence. Or insanity. Either way, it's a vibe. You stand out."
Akira chuckled. He liked her. She was simple. Uncomplicated. Bright.
"Alright," he conceded. "Then you may call me Akira."
"Akira, it is!" she chirped. "Good luck, Akira! Let's crush this!"
Just then, the lights in the auditorium dimmed completely. A spotlight slammed onto the center stage.
"HEY HEY HEY!!!"
A man stepped into the light. He was tall, thin, and wearing a leather jacket. He had blonde hair swept up into a massive directional speaker shape and wore yellow sunglasses.
Present Mic. The Voice Hero.
He pointed at the crowd, striking a pose.
"FOR ALL YOU EXAMINEES TUNING IN!" he screamed, his voice amplified by his quirk until it rattled the seats. "WELCOME TO MY SHOW TODAY! EVERYBODY SAY 'HEY'!"
Silence.
Absolute, crickets-chirping silence from the nervous students.
"Tough crowd!" Present Mic shrugged, undeterred. "Alright, let's get down to the basics!"
Akira leaned back, taking a puff from his pipe.
"Showtime," he whispered to Nia.
"He's loud," Nia complained, covering her ears with her paws. "Can I claw him?"
"No," Akira said. "Not yet."
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