Faerie's Wind

“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!!” Uraraka Ochaco pressed her face against the glass of 1-A’s classroom. Most of the other classmates followed suit, watching the first few snowflakes fall and hit the ground. It had been a few weeks after the whole 1-A vs 1-B battle so everyone was more or less re-energised and ready for the upcoming jolly season. Todoroki stood back as he watched his other classmates fawn over the snow. Since he has the “half-cold” quirk, he was no stranger to the snow.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Todoroki?” the class president, Iida Tenya approached and asked him.

“Nothing really.”

“If there’s something bothering you, or there’s a request you’d like to make, we could help you! We’re friends after all!” Another one of his classmates, and the vice-president of 1-A, Yaoyorozu Momo, cheerfully said, in an attempt to find out what was on her mind.

“Friends, huh?” Todoroki muttered to himself.

“It’s nothing,” he replied, as he turned to walk away while looking at the ground.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem okay! As a friend it’s my duty to-”

“I said it’s nothing!” Todoroki lashed out.

Taken aback by his sudden anger, Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened. She clutched her chest as her heart palpitated within her. The whole class has turned around and stared at the trio. Clearly they weren’t interested in the snow anymore.

“Todoroki! How could you?! Yaoyorozu was just trying to help you! How dare you treat her like this?!” Iida stood up for her. Gritting his teeth, Todoroki clenched his fist and walked off. The other members of class 1-A surrounded Yaoyorozu, comforting her by putting an arm on her shoulders or saying things like

“Why’s he such a jerk today?”

“It’s okay Yaomomo, maybe he’s just feeling unwell.”

Yaoyorozu just kept to herself though. She wrapped her left hand over her right fist and pressed against her ample chest, heart still palpitating. She cared for Todoroki, after all, he was the one that had boosted her self-esteem during the end-of-term test and they had already built a friendly rivalry. Would it always be awkward whenever they talked now? Yaoyorozu didn’t want that. After all, she considered Todoroki as a very good friend.

With hands in his pockets, Todoroki roamed the hallways of U.A. All the other students scurried about their business, carrying books and chit-chatting. Todoroki didn’t bother to even look at them though, in that moment right then and there, they were just beings that take up space. Nothing else. Suddenly, there was a ‘thump!’ followed by an ‘UwAAAH!’ apparently, he had walked right into one of his cohort mates, Yosetsu Awase. Todoroki recognized him as ‘The guy that saved Yaoyorozu that time at the training camp.’ When he visited Yaoyorozu, Midoriya and the others after the attack, he often caught glimpses of them talking. After she got discharged though, he also began to notice that Awase would often approach her for tutoring. He didn’t like that one bit.

“Ah… Hey! You’re Todoroki aren’t you!” Awase called out to him. “Geeze, watch where you’re walking, would’ya?”

“...Sorry. I was… distracted…” Todoroki replied, avoiding eye contact. As he helped Awase get back on his feet, he noticed a small pink-colored package next to him.

“That’s for Yaoyorozu. She’s been helping me so much these past few months so… I thought I’d get her something for Christmas.”

“I don’t think she’s in the mood to be happy now.”

“Huh? Why? Did something happen or…?”

Todoroki clenched his teeth. Was this guy an idiot or something?

“Just leave her alone,” he stated, before walking off.

Todoroki continued to walk around the school compound. He made an intelligent guess that most of his classmates would be at the communal spaces in the dormitory discussing him earlier situation and he didn’t want to walk in on them gossiping about him. He didn’t feel like roaming around any shopping district either, or visiting his mother since it would probably be after curfew by the time he got back to the dorm. As such, he ended up at the side of the school, where small, gentle snowflakes landed on his shoulder. Just then he’d received a call.

‘Kirishima? Why would he call?’ he thought to himself.

“Hello?” Todoroki picked up.

“Hey! It’s Awase by the way!” the voice replied. “I ran into Kirishima and asked him about Yaoyorozu. So he lent me his phone to call ya!” What did this guy want from him? Was Yaoyorozu’s attention already not enough? Had this guy had to keep talking about the one thing that he so desperately wanted?

“Anyway, I kinda heard what happened between you and Yaoyorozu. And right now she’s looking for you… so…” Just for a moment, there was silence between the two. It was pretty obvious by now that they had both liked the same girl. How is it possible to uphold a conversation with a romantic rival?

“Don’t go hurting her again, you hear me? If you do, I’ll kill you...okay?!” Afterwards, he hung up. These words hit Todoroki like a spear. He had hurt Yaoyorozu? All this time he thought that Yaoyorozu was the one hurting him. By using terms like ‘friends’ as to imply that she saw him as a ‘friend’ and nothing else. To tell everyone that she had 0 feelings for him, or to indirectly tell him that she wasn’t interested in him. But if Todoroki was right, then what does Awase mean?

“Todoroki!”

He didn’t need to turn around to recognize that sweet melodious voice that belonged to the classmate he fancied. As he took one step away from her, to create a new footprint in the soft layer of snow, she caught his attention again. This time not with words, but sniffles.

“I- I’m so sorry, Todoroki…” He stopped mid-step as he listened to her drowning words under the snowy sky.

“I shouldn’t have assumed that you were sad-, I just…” Right then and there, her tiny sniffles turned into a full-blown bawl. She used her palms and covered her face, her tears flowing out of her hands as she constantly gasped for air while breathing out tears, sniffling once every now and then.

“I really care for you! Todoroki! It pains me to see you when you’re upset...or ...mad or unhappy in general!” She struggled to find words. Words that could pierce through Todoroki’s cold exterior. Words that could make him realise that there are always people around for him. Words that could open his eyes.

Seconds later, she felt what seemed like a warm blanket enveloping her. Todoroki’s strong, muscular arms wrapped around Yaoyorozu’s frame. He’d activated his quirk, just a little bit, as to keep her warm and shield her from the melting snow that could wet her clothes and cause her to catch a cold. Her eyes widened. She then hung her arms around Todoroki’s neck, nuzzling into his collarbone. Todoroki’s grip tightened. He honestly didn’t mind staying in that position forever. Taking advantage of their embrace, Todoroki spoke softly into her ear.

“Yaoyorozu, I- I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for hurting you. I… Sometime ago, I fell for you. But I didn’t really say anything. So when Awase and you became better friends, I was jealous.”

Todoroki gulped.

“I’m sorry. I’ve became greedy. I don’t want you to just see me as a friend. I want you to see me as so much more. I- I’ve really fallen for you, Momo.”

Yaoyorozu released her arms and pulled back to look at Todoroki’s embarrassed face. Like always, he avoided eye contact with her. Her hand reached out and cupped the left side of his face. Her gentle fingers glided over his scar and curved over his earlobe.

It seemed like a regular day for Endeavour. He had been out patrolling with Hawks since morning and nothing much has happened, so they split up for the moment. Usually he’d be with his son, Shoto. However, today Shoto had to take a leave of absence as his wife, Momo, was three months pregnant and had to go for a doctor’s visit.

Endeavour had never really approved of Momo. While she had came from a good family and had a good quirk, Enji felt as though Momo was a bad influence to Shoto. For example, they hadn’t even gotten married yet and she was already pregnant. Though the child was conceived on the night that Shoto had proposed to her, they had decided to put off the wedding as a tight gown may not suit well with her growing baby bump.

In truth, the only reason why Enji hadn’t really objected to anything verbally was because of Rei. He would probably try to scare Momo after giving birth or something though. He was still a father after all. He knew that it was hard for a woman to go through pregnancy and it would probably be even harder if one had to go through it alone.

All of a sudden, screams and shouts were heard. Glass broke and people were running everywhere. Enji dashed to the scene, only to see a typical robbery scene.

“Hold it right there! It’s either you or this litlle guy right here.”

The perpetrator had cocked a gun to his hostages’ head. This time however, the hostage was a baby wrapped in its’ blanket. Enji hesitated for a bit. He couldn’t use his flames, it would injure the hostage. Even though he was the number one hero, there are situations that he clearly didn’t excel in. Through the earpiece in his ear, Hawks had called him.

“Hey Endeavour! Seems like there’s a chain of bank robberies all round the district. You take care of the ones close to you. I’ll be 2 streets west and Kamui Woods is up north.”

That information just made it worse for Enji. With multiple attacks at once, there was hardly a way for him to make it out of this situation easily with everyone alive.

“There’s gotta be a way...” he thought to himself.

Just then, the perpetrator leapt towards him. Instantly, he covered himself in fla-

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t risk hurting a 3month old fetus. As such, he got punched in the face, right at his eye with the scar. It was relatively brutal. He didn’t fly back or anything, but landed with a ‘thump’. However, he never really felt himself hitting the floor. The pain that was supposed to be at his eye also disappeared. He blinked a couple of times, only to see that his whole perspective had changed. Lying on the ground was his own body, in what seemed like deep sleep.

Looking to his up, he saw the perpetrator smirking. Clearly this guy had done something. Was his soul placed in that of a doll? No, the body he was in was definitely real. Could it be...? He had switched bodies with that child? He wanted to shout at the perpetrator but all that came out was an ear-piercing cry. In his body, the voice box had yet to develop. Just then, he had heard the perpetrator grunting.

“...Got ya.”

Enji recognized that voice as his youngest sons’. Shoto had used his ice quirk to freeze the perpetrator in place when he was distracted. His whole body from the neck down was meticulously frozen, with the exception of the arm carrying baby Enji too. Looking at the direction of his son in pedestrian clothing, he saw his soon-to-be-daughter-in-law behind him, along with the police. Members of the legal force approached the perpetrator and separated him from the hostage.

“Hey... what do we do with Endeavour?”

“That was a pretty nasty blow, he’ll feel it when he wakes up.”

“Just let the paramedics do their job. They’ll escort him to the hospital. Mr Shoto, as his som you’ll be going with him correct?”

In a disgruntled voice, Shoto looked to the floor and said

“Can we not...?”

“Shoto, he’s still your father so I don’t think it’s right for you to just leave him in the hospital like this. We’ll just be there till Fuyumi or Natsuo is there okay?” Momo smiled warmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Even though Momo knew she was disliked by Enji, she still cared for him. She really was an angel with a heart made of gold. Shoto looked at his fiancée, smiling back at her before holding her hand.

“Along with other victims of this incident, they should be awake in one or two days.” The doctor had told Shoto and Fuyumi. “Including your father.”

Shoto nodded and proceeded to look at his sister.

“Why don’t you and Momo head on back first? I’ll be here with him. Mom & Natsuo are dropping by later too so leave him to us!” Fuyumi reassured her younger brother. He nodded again.

“By the way Mr Shoto... the only victim that’s hardly, well, affected, is that baby that was taken hostage. With the lack of manpower and chained robberies, may I trouble you to take care of the child for awhile? At least until his mother regains strength. She has already consented to it.”

As always, Shoto was persistent against such a request. Firstly, hospitals understaffed? He also couldn’t just take home someone’s child. Even though he was in the top 20 heros of the semester, he had a 3-month pregnant fiancée he should be taking care of, not someone elses’ child! But after pleadings of the Doctor, his sister and approval of his fiancée, they took Baby Enji home.

“Are you sure we can really do this?” Shoto asked, placing down the baby’s basinet on the kitchen table with Baby Enji inside. Strangely enough, he could hear what they were saying.

“I don’t think we have a choice,” Momo replied with her usual warm smile. “Besides, it would be ‘a good practise round’ for this one here,” she said, placing a hand on her baby bump.

“Get me out of this body right now!! I’ve better things to do than just sleep and eat all day!” Enji screamed. However, what came out was only high-pitched cries.

“Is he hungry?” Shoto asked.

“Maybe. I’ll prepare the milk bottle first.”

“What am I supposed to do then?”

Once again, Momo just gave that warm smile. Shoto grew up in a bad childhood, mainly knowing pain and anger. And he was the youngest child. He didn’t know how other parents would take care of their children. Confused and slightly robot-like, he picked up Baby Enji from the basinet.

“There...there...” he attempted to comfort, while holding Baby Enji in his arms. Enji, still crying and shouting, managed to look up at his son. Shoto was clearly bad at being a father. Every few seconds he’d look at the direction of the kitchen and ask what to do next or when Momo could take over. Enji then compared himself to his son at that moment.

‘Ah, I was like this before.’

It was when Rei had just given birth to Fuyumi. She was in confinement and all their relatives pushed Enji to be a father. So, one day when Fuyumi was crying, he had to pick her up and comfort her. And like Shoto’s current situation, he had constantly worried if he was doing something wrong. But unlike Shoto, he had a normal childhood and knew the meaning of love since he was a young boy. Clearly, Shoto had to learn the meaning of love on his own, and maybe... just maybe... it was his fiancée the taught him what love truly meant.

He then thought to himself, ‘How many years has it been since he’d done something like this?’

‘Like this’ in reference to taking care of his children not picking up a baby and cuddling it. In his own body with that bulky stature, it would be creepy or he’d probably crush the fragile newborn into pieces. He knew he was a bad father, separating his children based on strength and putting his own wife, the mother of his children, in a mental asylum for a decade or so. He’d already spent the past 4 years trying to repent his sins but it may have been too late. He had affected his childrens’ lives badly already. So much so as to lose one (a/n: temporarily who knows it depends when you’re reading this 🤪🤪)

“See, you’re doing great! He already stopped crying,” Momo had came back from the kitchen with a bottle of milk in her hands.

“Ah...so he did...” Shoto replied with what could be implied as a surprised face.

“I knew you’d make a good father!” Momo said, handing Shoto the bottle. He looked away, avoiding eye contact. Clearly, Shoto was still kinda shy about it. Baby Enji looked at Momo, that warm smile still on her face. Why did his son choose this woman of all people? He would have preferred it if he could have chosen his best son’s soulmate. Wait... fathers don’t do that. At least, Enji’s father didn’t. The quirk marriage was based on Enji’s own accord. Baby enji watched as Momo put a hand oh Shoto’s cheek and turned to look at her.

“You won’t be like him, Shoto. You would never become what you hate, or, used to hate,” Momo said to him.

“Yea... I just...” he looked down again, constantly avoiding eye contact with Momo. Still smiling, she closed her eyes and place her forehead on Shoto’s.

“You won’t deviate from the path we planned together, so don’t worry too much, okay? If you do however, I’ll always be here for you. Forever,” Momo reassured him.

“Yea...” Shoto closed his eyes too, and the both of them stayed in that embrace for awhile. That was when Enji had realized, how his ex-masterpiece learnt to love.

“Ah look, he’s quite now,”

“Yea... I guess so. Hey, Momo?”

“Yea?”

“You’d make a great mother.”

“And you’ll be a wonderful father.”

i dont know if this is right but i watched lsw today and i saw pure gold

The following is purely fictional and from my mind. It is not canon!

*Ding!* You have received one new mail!

Yoshino Yayoi was once again, in her small room. She had recently graduated from university with a business degree and was looking for work. She hadn’t much in her resumé though. She was what one would call “average”. She didn’t specialize in anything in particular. Not especially smart as to pass with all As but she didn’t fail or struggle in any subject. She was apart of the Student Council board as her club activity and acted as the Treasurer, so she knew how to use spreadsheets and count their funds.

After graduation she went on to College and simply chose the closest one to her home before choosing a university with the same mindset. And after researching, she decided that she’d work as an officer in the government, with stable pays & days off etc. But what she didn’t expect was that she would be put in the Census Division of the Tokyo Regional Legal Affairs Bureau Annex 4, or so the email said. The office was nowhere close to her home, so after a few days of consideration, she accepted the job offer and decided to move into the dorms provided.

The email also gave her a set of directions and people to contact if she needed to, for example the dorm keeper, staff manager and Lieutenant Awashima Seri? She’d heard that Lieutenant Awashima was the second in command but why would they give her her contact information? Fortunately for Yoshino, her question would be quickly answered. Upon stepping into the female dormitory, she was greeted by a blonde-busty woman.

“Ms Yoshino Yayoi, correct?” The woman was taller than her, and had a bigger frame. Her deep, mysterious, royal blue eyes pierced Yoshino’s choco brown ones.

Yoshino gulped. “Y...yes, maam” hesitantly, she let out. Pushing a ball of air down her throat, she clenched her fists. A million thoughts went through her head, such as “Does she like me? She looks super scary...” Her eyes darted around the room, mainly because she was nervous. Partly because she didn’t know where to look. Because of their height difference, if she were to look forward, she’d be directly staring at her superior’s bosom.

“You don’t need to act so formal, you know.” Awashima’s mouth broke into a soft smile. “We’ve reviewed your resumé, and we believe that the best position for you is in the General Affairs Room, with one of the best in our organization. However, he does have some handicaps, as such you’ll be assisting him. Like a secretary.”

“I’ll do my best!”

After a tour around the premises of Scepter 4, Yoshino changed into her office uniform and entered the General Affair Room, also known as the Camellia Gate. After Awashima knocked on the door, a low voice grumbled.

“Come in.”

“Mr Zenjo, this is Yoshino Yayoi. She will be assisting you from now on.” Awashima introduced. Yoshino expected a middle, or even young aged man which was good-looking, or even average. But what she saw was the complete opposite. Zenjo Gouki was middle-aged. He was tall and muscular, strong jawline and a low voice. It was easy to tell that he wad a battle veteran. Using the information Awashima had given her earlier, plus his strong build, Yoshino couldn’t help but wonder why he wasn’t on the frontlines. At that time, a soft thing rubbed against her foot.

“Meow...” it was from a small black cat. Instead of greeting her superior, Yoshino looked down and her eyes widened and sparkled.

“A Kitty-Cat!” She smiled started playing with the cat, named Kuro. Like a toddler playing with toys for the first time or a kid getting their first pet, she immediately started playing with Kuro, and he seemed to like it.

“Looks like she’ll fit in well, I hope that she will grow well in your care.” Awashima said, before bowing and leaving. Zenjo couldn’t help but give a withered smile. Would his new assistant be like his old one?

The End, or is it really :^)

hii im starting a fanfiction series about how some characters got into where they are before the main series bc gora didnt only gave a brief summary :^)

The chair creaked as Zenjo leaned back. He closed his eyes and rubbed the arch of his nose. That boy that he’d been helping & that he’d been helped by. He was no longer around. From what he had heard, a strain broke out of the grasp of one of the clansmen and attempted to shoot Captain Munakata, Kusuhara Takeru, being the only one that noticed, used his special instincts and aura to block the bullet before it could reach the captain. It had gone right through his head. He died on the spot.

Zenjo wasn’t there,so he couldn’t have seen how it happened. His imagination would only bring him so far. He had a liking to that boy, as if that boy had been his apprentice for years now.

“Without hesitation.” Those words rung in his head. Habari had said the same words before Zenjo had to cut him down. It was sudden, he assumed that they would have been okay and that the war between Scepter 4 & Purgatory House was over and down for. The next moment, he was covered in his king’s blood.

After the funeral, Hidaka crouched in the toilet, tears rolling down his eyes nonstop. He couldn’t believe it. Had his best friend really died? He bit his lower lip and thought of every moment they had spent together. Training in the Dōjo, every mission they had been on together & eating soba with Enomoto, Fuse, Goto and Zenjo in the dimly lit room after hours.

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to process his death over and over again. Thinking of every second and how he could have prevented it. If only he had locked the culprit up earlier. If only he had restrained him tighter. If only he had moved away the gun. Kusuhara wouldn’t have died.

At roughly 1am & technically a the day following the funeral, Enomoto sat at the desk in the Blue Sky dormitory, in the room he shared with Fuse. Despite being a hard worker, well-trained soldier and highly educated in the world of technology, he seemed to have a difficult time writing the report on the case.

He recalled Kusuhara jumping out, and as he looked at the captain in disbelief, the Blue King was stained by his clansman’s red blood. His glasses were splattered with that viscous red substance and mouth agape. The next thing he knew, his glasses were fogging up. Enomoto was soft and gentle in nature, but the gruesome scene caused him to run up to the corpse of his friend and grasp it, shouting his name over and over again.

At the same time, Fuse sat at the counter of the kitchen in the Blue Sky dormitory. Arms resting on the table, the cool water in the cup turned warmer by the minute. He looked at the table, trying to reminisce everything and even begun to question his life choices. At this time, Gōto walked into the kitchen.

“Couldn’t sleep huh?” Gōto asked.

“Seems like it’s the same for you.”

For a moment, silence was the only thing between the 2. Gōto walked to the kettle and filled his cup with warm water. He looked solemn and lost, as if in a daze. While he is often know to be quirky, weird or “supernatural “, he had never looked so sad before.

“Hey, you believe in ghosts and things like that right? Would it be possible to make him come back?” Fuse asked, with a quiver in his voice.

“Sorry...” Gōto replied.

A ball of air formed in Fuse’s throat. The closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fist. Hitting the table hard, “Godamnit...”

In the more refurbished female dormitory, Awashima Seri had just finished bathing after a long day of work. She too, had a lost look in her eyes. At the corner of the room laid a bamboo sword, one that she would often bring to dōjo practice. As she picked up the sword, she ran her hand over it.

She thought of all the times they had sparred in the dōjo. Kusuhara has always lost “beautifully”. And after their trainings, sometimes she would send an anko care package to help him recover, only to be whacked again next practice.

The one time that he had managed to hit her was quite shocking in all honesty. She even carassed the are he hit to verify it. A gentle smile formed on her face as she touched that area once again.

Fushimi Saruhiko walked across the outdoor training grounds of Scepter 4. Wearing casual clothes after returning from a private errand from the captain. He looked down at his PDA, with his other arm in his pocket. He was in the process of strolling back to the dormitory.

All of a sudden, the bespectacled boy stopped in his tracks and looked up. Then his eyes widened. Just for a moment, he saw what seemed like a high schooler, smiling at him and saying “Fushimi-Kun, were you out late again?”

In the main Scepter4 building, only one light was left on. In the captain’s office, he perched his arm on the table and rested his head on it. His other arm was fixing a puzzle.

‘Clack...clack’

That was the only sound that filled the room. Fushimi had left a few minutes ago but it seemed as though he had been alone in that room forever. Earlier that day, Zenjo had him pinned up against the wall by the collar so he was fatigued to say the least.

‘Clack...clack’

Kusuhara had often helped him bring the puzzle to the dōjo and back to the office. It was depressing to think that the task would never be the same again.

‘Clack...clack’

During the funeral, he remembered a man with a limp moving towards and exchanged a few words with Zenjo. Since he was from the riot police, was he close to Kusuhara?

‘Clack...clack’

Like his face, Kusuhara’s hands were somewhat soft. He had once requested Kusuhara to wash his back, but instead he watched over it and saved his life.

‘Clack.’

The puzzle was finished. Taking a look at the full picture he had fixed, he leaned back and thought to himself “To have such dedicated squadmen, I certainly am lucky. Thank-You.”

I can see this being like after burning the midnight oil Yata persuades fushimi to hang out w him cuE SHORT ONESHOT

Fushimi leaned against the lamppost. He was supposed to meet his best friend about an hour ago but obviously, he was late. Fushimi let out a hefty sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. He started thinking about how far they’d come since their first meeting in high school. Back then, Fushimi was constantly bullied on but it didn’t seemed like he cared, Until he met yata misaki. They quickly became inseparable and went through ups and downs together & eventually, they were best friends again. Even though Yata has a futuristic watch Fushimi made for him, seemed like he still couldn’t tell the time.

“What am I doing here,waititng for some kid that can’t even support himself. But yet he’s kind, patient & caring, unlike me. I’ve no social skills, I’m impatient, I can’t make friends easily, I’m always working, I’m—

“Caring, Kind, Loving, Smart, Cool, Kinda tsundere and when he’s in a pickle he’ll definitely find a way out!!”

When Fushimi looked up, he was greeted with kiss on the lips. There was a little tongue-on-tongue action, both tongues swirling against each other and each trying to assert their dominance in the battle of the mouths. Fushimi was the taller of the 2, as such, his arm wrapped around Yata’s lean, small build. Yata, which was shorter, hung his arms around Fushimi’s neck. As their public make-out session intensified, Fushimi used his right hand and squeezed Yata’s left butt cheek hard. This in turn, took Yata by surprise and he widened his mouth just a little. Fushimi took this moment as an advantage and plunged his tongue into Yata’s mouth.

When they finally parted due to lack of breath, a line of saliva was left in-between the 2 of them. Both were panting heavily & their faces were red. Yes, I said they were best friends. But they’re actually best friends with benefits ;)

“Hey, Take!”

Hidaka Akira called enthusiastically. It was the end of the day and many of the troops were packing up and ready to head back to the dorm. Kusuhara too, was packing up in the General Affairs room of Scepter 4, AKA, the Camellia Gates. That day, Zenjou Gouki, his mentor, was ill. On a usual day, Kusuhara would learn and study everyone if Zenjou’s movements and thought he would do the same when he was sick. But, it was ‘strain period’ and they needed every man possible. Munakata decided that Kusuhara’s help was more essential as the only one in the Camellia Gate and could ‘break’ for a day and not risk Kusuhara getting sick.

That day was very busy, and as if more than a coincidence, Zenjou wasn’t there. What’s worse? Kusuhara strained himself too hard last night and only to learn that the next day he had to cover for 2 people? It definitely was exhausting. But, Munakata almost dropped him before, he didn’t want it to happen again.

'It’s too risky,’ he thought to himself at the beginning of the day. 'I don’t want to drag them down.’ Kusuhara knew that his work at the Camellia Gate was important, he was the backbone. Without the information on strains, those at the front lines may get injured. There was more pressure in the General Affairs than fighting the strains themselves.

“Hey! Let’s go to Harajuku! There’s bound to be some cheap but worth it food there!” Behind Hidaka was Goto Ren, Enomoto Tatsuya, Fuse Daiki and Domyouji Andy.

“Im gonna try some beer today!” Said Domyouji.

“Domyouji-san, you’re too young! What if Kamo-San finds out? It’ll be pinned on us then!” Enomoto replied

“Ehhh,“went Domyouji."You don’t needa tell him!”

“Haha…Sorry guys, I’m just too tired today. I think I’ll call it a day.”

It seemed as though fate had planned it all out. The next moment, an emergency alarm rang. Throughout the now hallow halls of Scepter 4, many of the troops have left and already fell asleep. However, this was a special bell. It signalled the presence of Beta Class Strains.

“When duty calls…” Gotou solemnly said.

The rest of Scepter 4 lethargically got into action. Feeling worn out like an old stocking, they were practically asking for a scolding from Lieutenant Awashima later. Soon, Scepter 4 became somewhat quiet again. Some of the intelligence Division usually stayed in the Data Processing Room to send information to the intelligence Division on site.

Kusuhara was the only one who remained in the West Building, in the Camellia Gate. However it didn’t feel entirely alone. Kusuhara sensed a presence, a presence unfamiliar to him. It was strong aura presence as well, but it didn’t feel like Captain, Lieutenant or any of the HOMRA guys. He came in contact with some before and boy were they strong.

But, it definitely was someone he had never met. He opened the door and stuck out his head and looked left, then right. No one in sight. Exiting the room, he followed his extraordinary instincts and headed out to the training grounds. Yellow and blue lighting appeared far off, lighting up the sky for just a second.

Followed by a clap of thunder, it felt like a signal. That was when the nearby trees and bushes roughly shook, then something he didn’t expect to happened.

“Hey! Shut it you! Be more careful! What if they find us?”

“Relax, no one will. We’re in the middle of nowhere ready to inflitrate this deserted office looking to take over. Once lady boss is done with that king and all his clansman, we can practically rule the world!”

Kusuhara held the handle of the unsheathed sword and approached the talking bushes. The sword clattered in the sheath in unison to his hands quivering. Gulping, he prepared the words in his head before openings his mouth.

Out of nowhere, a boy roughly half Munakata’s height jumped out. His black beanie over his purple hair was secured by round goggles. The pins on his sleeveless green jacket rattled and he had a red star printed on his inner yellow shirt. His yellowish eyes glowed with delight flew towards Kusuhara. Ready to punch, the boy’s fist grew yellow and he grinned with joy.

Kusuhara, using extraordinary instincts stepped back and quickly drew his swords, shouting the words “Kusuhara, ready for-!” The boy attacked earlier than expecred. His saber grew blue and repelled the boy’s attack. They soon entered a brawl and Kusuhara was clearly having a tough time, constantly in defense position, he couldn’t find a chance to attack. Suddenly, a girl with blonde spiralling pig tails on the side of her head appeared.

She wore a teacup dreads and designed like the four kinds of symbols on cards. Her skin looked somewhat wooden and had a heart printed on her eye area. Suddenly, Kusuhara lost control of his left hand. And as if it came alive, his left hand punched him.

The two were clearly beta class strains and were putting up an amazing battle but Kusuhara wouldn’t give in. He released a strong amount of aura and resulted in a shockwave. The two flew back and one hit the tree whilst the other one hit the wall of Scepter 4’s central building.

The strain duo struggled to stand up and whilst they are good attackers, it seemed as though they couldn’t keep up with defense. And were both quickly knocked out. Unsure whether it was their weak defense or Kusuhara’s hidden tremendous power, but both were out cold.

Kusuhara’s heart was pumping. Beating ever so rapidly, he could hear it. That phenomenon was incredible. Releasing such a huge amount of aura, his eyes glinted and became filled with a spark that reflected himself.

The door closed with a ‘click’. Kusuhara Takeru just returned from the General Affairs Office of the Ministry Of Defence. He leaned on the door and slid down and sat on the floor. The envelope that was in his hand was white, with no scribblings, writing or stamps on it. Sighing, he dropped the envoloped and hugged his knees and thought for awhile. How could he just leave the Riot Police cause the head of another department invited him.

Thinking back, most of his time in the Riot Police was somewhat wasted. He learnt the basics, but that was all. He was never good in things relating to rhythm and all its family and being invited to a richer department with a higher pay? Others would think that he bribed the head of the Census Division of Tokyo Regional Legal Affairs Annex Beureay 4. But, he never would haveーnether did he have the money.

But he would never have thought of a more ridiculous idea. But, training days in the Riot Police were memorable, to say the least. Meeting Tamura-San and all his batch mates.He closed his eyes, and thought for awhile.

The first day he entered the Riot Police, he was put under Squad 1. He recalled looking at the listings at the front of the building. He was put under Atsushi Tamura’s Squad. After an hour of administrative stuff, he finally met his Squad mates. For the first few weeks, he was briefed that they were working in 6-Man-Squads. His team comprised of Team Captain, Tamura Atsushi and 4 others.

Nervously looking around the room, it was oddly quiet. No one was conversing or saying anything.

“Ehem.”

Snapping out of their revire, they looked at Tamura.

“I am Tamura Atsushi, the leader of your Squad, Squad 1. I will be training you all into being fine cadets for the Riot Police. Nice to meet you all.”

They replied in unison and introduced themselves.

“Uh, My name’s Kusuhara Takeru and I’m turning 19 this year. I grew up in Furano, Hokkaido and came to Tokyo for High School, it is nice to meet you all!”* Followed by a 90° bow. The rest chuckled.

For awhile, it seemed like a boy’s club. Meeting one another and and introducing themselves. It was obvious that Kusuhara was the youngest of them all. As such, they probably felt that they were more superior compared to Kusuhara, and that very well seemed to be the case. But, they were all new cadets in the Riot Police and had no rights to bully him. They were all of the same rank.

Thinking about it, age may be more of a benefit than a handicap. He had more energy, could work for more years, is still used to learning and may have the higher-ups not biased to him. He could also have bragging rights if he got a higher position at a young age! Just kidding. But still, he is the most inexperienced of them all. And that’s a fact no one can change.

The first few weeks were…Well… Tough would be an understatement. They trained harshly, 6 days a week. Their only day-off was Sunday but Kusuhara spent most of that time helping out in the Riot Police’s office. Constantly wanting to learn more and be closer to the seniors at the Riot Police was ideal to him. Since, travelling back home to Furano was tiring to say the least, he could roughly stay around half an hour anyways. If he stayed later than that, he would definitely be punished for 1. Not reporting back in time. 2. Wanting to do such a risky thing and 3. He would probably be so fatigued he couldn’t focus and eventually screw up.

His seniors already knew that Kusuhara Takeru was a klutz and often did somewhat careless trips and mistakes. However, his charming personality led him to be close to everyone in the Riot Police. Not just his Squad and seniors, but his batch mates, the janitors, the lunch lady and those working in the General Affairs of the Riot Police.

Charming he was, coordination, he wasn’t. That’s right, the biggest flaw about him would be the fact that he can’t fight well in teams, synchronized motions or unified marching.

‘Knock knock.’

A knocking sound was heard. Kusuhara opened his eyes to see that he had fallen asleep and dropped the envelope on the floor.

‘Knock knock.’ The sound came back. That was when he realized that he had a visitor. Flustered, he tidied himself up and rubbed his face a couple of times before opening the door with a ‘creak’ sound.

“You look a mess.”

He would’ve never forgotten that voice. It belonged to Tamura Atsushi, his Squad leader and most supportive senior.

“Ah! Tamura-San! Uh…Ah… Please, come in! I’ll prepare some tea.” He said, attempting to help the now crutches dependent Tamura, but he refused.They settled at the dining table and started having an average chat before Tamura revealed the reason of his visit.

“Kusuhara, you went to the office today right? And I’m assuming it’s not to help the seniors there, but to get a transfer letter.”

A somewhat shocked Kusuhara hesitantly nodded.

“Don’t be surprised. Gento** told me”

He relaxed just a little.

“Like when we talked in the hospital, you should join that Tokyo Regional Annex 4 something. You’ll be great there!”

“Tamura-San, I’m still unsure. Like the guys we saw that day at the bank. What if I can’t control this 'power’? What if I hurt someone?”

“You went to collect the letter. Its already confirmed. Don’t worry bout it no more. You’re going over, like it or not. Imagine how weird it’d be if you went back and said you weren’t transferring. I’d like to believe that the rest of the Squad is preparing something for you. To tell them that your staying maybe a waste of their efforts, won’t it?”

Surely, a conversation that he decided to cancel his prestigious invitation would shock others.

“But Tamura-San! You’re still-”

“I resigned.”

There was an awkward silence for awhile. From Kusuhara’s shocked face, Tamura could tell that it was unheard of to Kusuhara. He was probably thinking 'It’s my fault Tamura-San had to resign.’

“Even without crutches, I’ll be an ankle limp. Continuing in the Riot Police be’d a death wish. I’ll probably work in General Affairs though. Stop hesitating. Go to this Annex Berau 4. You’ll make everyone in the Riot Police proud. And send me some letters once in awhile. I still don’t know the magic behind technology”

That face was one Kusuhara would never forget. After that day, he saw Tamura one more time. Since then, it was unfortunate they’d never meet again.

*I just assumed. Furano is one of the northern parts of Hokkaido annd I took half a day to travel there. When I did, I was so tired I didn’t even want to eat.

** Gento is one of Kusuhara’s batch mates and close friend, a little like the Hidaka of Scepter 4. Gento’s full name is Kagatsu Gento and he will make another appearance in the following drabbles(?)