Compulsion

Chapter 11: Testing, Testing

Izuku clapped his hands together, "Right now, it's all about you Senpai." He slid open a drawer, passing out aprons, goggles, and respirators, "We'll need some things first..."

"Say my name, Jesse," graveled Kaminari as he tightened his apron.

"What?" replied Izuku, adjusting his goggles.

"Heisenberg."

Izuku deadpanned, "I'm missing something, aren't I?"

Kaminari pulled his goggles down and his respirator up, "You're goddamn right." Izuku reached up and pulled on the nosepiece of the goggles, rearing back – smacking the blond in the face. "AH!"

Utsushimi scowled, looking over the apron, "This stuff looks, like, kinda gaudy." It was in rough shape, obviously used once too many times before. Not to mention, a stain or two of some chemical reaction had turned the leather pale and sickly green. "Can't you customize these like your welding mask? Or you know, get new ones?"

"Mine, but you're borrowing," said Izuku, shrugging.

Kaminari put his hands on his hips, "So only guests get hand-me-downs?"

"Yeah. Let me rummage around some more. I'll probably find something a bit better."

Utsushimi loosened her apron, "Yes, please. I don't even feel safe in this."

"You know, you didn't mention what we were testing," added Kaminari.

"Chemicals, hence the protection," said Izuku. "Specifically, we're spraying epoxy, a form of wood hardener, foam insulation, and a few others." He waved his hand, "They all are nontoxic, but we definitely shouldn't breathe this stuff in anyway. So, masks stay on the entire time." He moved away from the drawers, passing an apron.

"Shouldn't we wait for the testing range to empty up?" offered Kaminari as Utsushimi was given a new apron.

Izuku shrugged, "We can just use the Glove Box."

"Glove... box...?"

Izuku dusted off his legs, "It's on a dolly; I'll go get it." Kaminari and Utsushimi stood in place for a moment or two before the inventor returned. He brought a glass chamber upon a cart, and in one of the sides of the chamber, there were sealed rubber gloves pointed inward. And there was space set off to the side for a sealed transfer of foreign materials.

Kaminari shrugged, "Oh, cool." He blinked, "Wait, why are we wearing masks if we're doing everything in this little box?"

Izuku pulled over a stool, taking a seat before "Well, no offense to the school, but you saw the aprons... And well, I could drop one and then-" a mimicry of glass breaking escaped his lips, "Ah...! Glass in our faces – gas! You get it."

Kaminari meddled with his mask, barely hiding a chuckle, "Y-Yeah..."

"Senpai, do you think you can place an illusion there?" asked Izuku.

Utsushimi shrugged, adjusting her apron, "Yeah, it shouldn't be too difficult."

"Good."

"Wait, don't these spray stuff usually take a while to dry?" questioned Kaminari.

Izuku nodded, "They do. However, I theorize that we don't have to worry about that."

"Okay...?"

"First, Senpai, how much do you know about your Quirk?"

Utsushimi tapped her cheek; her mask was pulled underneath her chin, "Um, I can create illusions, visually and auditory. They start from a mist that comes from my mouth." She teetered her head, "I do remember that my Mom had it tested way back when... It was nontoxic with no gross stuff."