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Last time...
"Cyclone!" Aizawa yelled as the Wind Phantom just fainted.
...
"What the hell happened...?" He mumbled as he carried Cyclone on his arms and started running around for the nurse's office.
With almost every teacher going out of their rooms to see what's going on. At long last, he finally got Cyclone to the nurse's office.
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Cyclone's P. O. V
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"Well, I guess that worked..."
"What the actual fuck was that!?"
"Awake, you are."
"You... Who..."
"I'm that 'Effect' guy. Greetings. We'll get to know each other better real soon since you're now here."
I open my eyes in a place where it's all black. I look at myself and I'm glowing white. I looked at my hands, and I had so many questions.
But no matter... I look who's or rather, 'what's' in front of me...
"Why are you so afraid of me? I'm just a normal human like you."
He doesn't look like anything, doesn't look human, or anything describable. And his words, I smell so much lies off of them. How do I stay back? And...
Where am I?
"You really think I'm lying to you? I can't even hurt you. Knock it off, will you?"
Wait... Can you hear my thoughts now?
"We're literally in your head, so yes. I can hear them."
"You're kidding."
"No. I'm not sadly. That means you never ever shut up."
"So I can't hide anything from you?"
"Maybe there's something I can do to mute your stupid thoughts. I just don't know it yet."
This is so weird. Who the hell is he?
"You'll find out..."
"Soon."
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A loud yell can be heard around the campus.
I opened my eyes and see the frozen looks of Recovery Girl and Eraserhead. I shook my head and smash my head back onto the pillow.
"Just what happened...?" Aizawa thought about what could have happened.
"Aizawa... Just... Give me some time, will you?" And it didn't take long for those 2 to leave.
Taking all of that in, that was just a straight pipe-dream. What the actual hell was that?
"So... That was 'Effect'?" I stared at the window, still confused.
Well, I don't hear his stupid condescending voice right now so I assume he's asleep or something. But what was his appearance? He looked so 'alien'. Nothing that I've ever seen before. I better put this in my notepad before I forget.
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Eraserhead's P. O. V
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"Is it good to go in now?" Recovery Girl looked at me.
Judging that he's been silent in this room for a good 15 minutes now, he's probably late to his own class at 2-B, I think this is the right time to get him out.
So I opened the door to see him writing something in his signature notepad. He's still using the same damn brand.
"I see where your eyes going Eraser. I love this brand. And I get it for free." He barked at me, I waved my hand and I turn around.
This guy never shuts up he thinks something's wrong. A stare gets him defensive, he's so easy to piss off.
"Yo, your next class is waiting for you. And you're running 15 minutes late." I told him as I walk out the door.
"Halt."
He raised his voice a little bit that made me stop and turn around. "Now, what?"
"I was called to Nezu's office. So you're subbing for me."
"Motherfu-"
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Cyclone's P. O. V
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I look back to my notepad as I hear a loud thud from the door nearby. Hope that wage is worth it.
"I think you made him angry at you, Cyclone." Recovery stated the obvious, and I just shrugged it off.
"Nah, he's gonna be fine. We're gonna get along well, I reckon."
"I don't think that how getting friends work, young man..." The nurse said.
"Well, I guess that's a method for me now." As I stand up from my bed.
"Wait!"
"Can you walk properly now?" She asked one last time.
I nodded and quietly walked out of the infirmary.
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I took a look around the hallways, as per usual, empty like my wallet, and started to make my way back to where I was last time. But I was being weird by holding on the rails of the stairs tight in case of 'Effect' trying something on me again. I'm still unsure if that's him doing that or something else.
I'm sure that I had 2 instances of this type of 'headaches' that I am experiencing. But this one is sure an outlier.
"Cyclone-kun."
I snapped my train of thought and glanced at the Principal who was below me. "Sorry for taking too long just to go to a room."
"I heard what happened, so I can let that slide. Come in, please."
Sat down on the main chair in front of the desk, and Nezu offered me a cup of tea before our 'talk'. I respectively decline the tea, and I was holding my breath because I don't know what to expect from him.
"So... I heard that your mother is currently getting escorted here. We already prepared an empty room that we furnished to the best of our ability." He first delivered the good news. I was relieved that my mother is getting top-notch protection from me.
"But."
Uh, oh.
"This won't do without something in return, correct? So, I have task for you to complete. A simple one." As he sips his tea, I get the shivers. What the hell is it?
"Um... Can you tell me already? The atmosphere here is unreal..." I asked to try to calm down the heavy tone.
"I want you to have a student under your wing!" I stood up and coughed massively behind me. Also, that cough was a straight camouflage of my laughter.
But I sat back down. With his grin still wide.
"Most people see me as a murderer, Nezu. I don't think it'll be good for their brand to be affiliated with me." I asked back. Not that I'm against the idea, but someone from such a prestigious school to be under my wing and my reputation, Their life will not go well to be mentored by me.
"To be fair, they are correct." The principal bluntly said. And I just couldn't help but laugh at little.
"Well, damn. You're right." I nodded. "And also, that's it? Just give me a name, I'll go to them immediately."
"This is where a bit of a challenge comes in." Nezu starts to be stern.
"All of the students in this school have already written the preferred destination of their hero agency they want to apply."
"So your task is a getting a student, but only in the condition that they don't like their destination."
What the fuck is this task? Why being so specific?
"There's no time limit right?"
"None. Take your time, and report back to me if you get to do it. Meeting dismissed."
I stood up from my chair and walked out. What should I do next again?
<Get to work, you nimrod.>
'Good timing, asshole. Please keep sleeping.'
<I can't mute your thoughts, you forgot already? I can't rest because of it.>
'Okay, I'll go on with my day without using my brain since that's clearly what you want me to do, being a goddamn monkey.'
<Radical solution, unsure if it will work.>
"Okay, fine. I'll go to my class and teach something." I said before running towards the faculty room and getting my book on my subject matter for Class 1-B. For whom I'm gonna teach this very moment.
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Midnight's P. O. V
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"Midnight, try to find Cyclone. We're getting called for a meeting in an hour."
"Hm, alright. He's tough to find though, so it'll take me a while." I answered Aizawa.
"That guy won't go far. He's probably still at the stadium setting up stuff himself." He said as I stood up. "Also, if you can't find him, just call me up."
I tightened my bodysuit and walked out of the faculty room in search of the Wind Phantom. As its name implies, he's gonna be very tough to find, if at all. He's such a loner that it pains me sometimes.
But as I started walking closer to the stadium, I feel out the air for any changes that would give a clue to where he is.
FOOSH!
That gust of wind just made all of the windows nearby just shake. And with unbearable noise too. I can't believe he's already this powerful being so young.
"Cyclone, my dear! We're getting called to a meeting!" The wind was all I needed to find him, as he was at the stadium. So, he was right.
"First of all, 'my dear', is not a suitable way to call me." He dead-panned looking at his blade. "Step back for a second."
He started to twirl his sword left to right, up, down, all around. All the while making gusts of wind coming out of it. The audacity of him just playing around with that sharp thing like it's nothing. The hero society is really lucky to have him.
"I'm sorry then. But can you come with me so I can lead you to the meeting place?"
He turned around. "Yeah, sure. Would love to." As he turn his blade into air. J-j-just how?
Anyway, it's been a while since I started watching him, we might be a bit late.
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Cyclone's P. O. V
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Walking with a woman like her... And especially with her reputation... Kinda embarrassing... Should I say something...?
"A-anyway... You were watching me pretty intently earlier there. Is there something you spotted wrong with my technique?" I uttered like a complete knob. My technique is nearly flawless, I really had to pull the self-doubt card there.
<Nice conversation, shut-in.>
'You bitch.'
"No, on the contrary, I must say. You're quite the talent. I must ask, do you have any motivations on doing this? Any goals?" She asked and that made me really ponder about it while walking.
Having riches to help my mother, keep the public safe, learning and experiencing new stuff, learning what's right and wrong in this 'grey' world. There's so much more...
Maybe getting more powerful? No, that'll come naturally, I reckon. Learning who I am?
<Cyclone, the woman is just staring right now being spaced out.>
'Oh, shi-'
"Sorry! Sorry! I spaced out thinking about it." I look at Midnight standing in front of me. "I don't have concrete motivations. But I want my parents to have the easiest life possible until she dies. Maybe get more powerful in the process?"
Ļ̴͔̰͕̙͙̝̭̇̓͌o̶̱̥͇̯̪̱͙͓̘̔̇̏́̾ȏ̶̦͓̬̰̱̻͚͖͓͙́ķ̵̧̫͈̬̪̣̲̍̓̔̈͂ ̵͚͖͓̬͍̞̳̼̒̑ȃ̶̢̗̞͕̰̣̝͂̽͂͑̽t̴̛̯͉̭̪͖̜̎͂͐̌̆̈́̽̔͐ ̸̞͔͖͔̩̩̩͌̊́͜y̵̳͚̲̤̩͍̹̼̔͑̃̓̊̾͋ǫ̵͈̥̼̱͎͂̓̎͛ͅu̸̡̯̰̬̜͉̽̏̽̿̀̋̈́͛͝͠,̸̢̛̰͈̤̳͓͙͕̽͊̀ ̷̡̭̘͔̱̬͙͐̇̇M̶̧̨̞̱̪̪̥̫̠̺͐̅̐͋͂̈́͐͒r̵̢̡̪̩̥͚̮̦̞͆̅̌.̵̝̫̘̤̍̾̊̿̓͐̚͘͝ ̴̢̈́̎̈́̈́̇͒́͂͝Ǵ̵̹͉̭̭̜̟̳̳̜͇̇̔ó̴̢̻̗̟̭̞̣̂̍̀͒o̷͓͒̀̈̃̽̈́͒͝d̷̳͎̦̎̃̐̑̽͒̚͠-̶̛͚̦̻͔̪̠̭̖͍̯̿̒̾H̵̨͓̳͛̅̓̑͒̇̃̄͜͝͝e̴̖̱̘̓a̴̢̨̖̮͛̒̆͆̃̈́́͝r̸̡̡̼̰͉͕͉̗̪̯̽̿͆ṫ̸̨̡͇͚̳̦̳̼͕̲̅̑͂̽̉̾̄.̴̝̏̊͛̔̓̾̈͊͘̕
"That's really sweet. Your mother is truly lucky that she has you." She threw a smile at me. I still stare at her blankly.
Ş̴̨̛͈̹͇̼̙̗̭͌̏̐͝h̶̡͈̞͖͕̹̱̾́̍͗͂̐ͅȅ̶̛͈̹̭̩̙̝̙̦͉͆̕͠͝ͅ'̵͕͚̭͔͇̫̙͇̫̓̐̎̀͝ḽ̶̛͇́̐̿̎̈́̏͑̕l̷̺̘̮̆̓̓̆͘ͅ ̴͖͖̇̂̋͛͌̔̍͘d̸̢̠̈́͒̿̽̈́͝į̸̛̠̠̫̼̝̝̥͔̝̇̏̾͌̕͘͝͝ě̴̛̮̝͈̟̰̉̓̐́̌͝ ̵̖͚͇͉̟̰̈́͜a̸͚̬͔̙̙̦̯̍̋͜s̵̭̰̣͚̬̝̞̅͗͒͗̓͒̐͋̔ ̸̧̨̞͇͍̹̰̔͊l̸̖͎̠̭̖̓̌̊̚ȭ̸̢̺̠͖̲͇̯̍̄̈̆̈͜n̷͙̗̗̐͑̋̊̔̾͘͜͝ͅg̴͕̞̘͎̯͚̦̀͛͑́͒̌́̐͝ ̷̜̼̦̗͓̤̮̊a̴̘̺͔̦͎̗̼͈̓ͅs̵͙͓͍̲̣̞̲͚̓̊̈́͑̃̂̽ ̴̘̽y̷̨̛͚̹̟̽̏̍̿͑̅̌̏̕ͅǫ̸̡̜̜͕̲̫̣̓̔͜ͅù̶̢̟̥̦̦͇̙͌̎̏͜ͅ ̷̥̤̘̆̔́̀̂̇̌̋͝ã̵̹̟̱͓̻̠̗͗͂͝r̶̫̹͍̠̙̲̤̥̈̑̄̅͌e̶͈̗͔͇̱̍̎͆͑̏͋͜͜ͅ ̶̗͊͛̇͛̿̾́͠a̶̢̨̱͇̳̻̻͖͖͈͒͑̓̌̅̀̆͠l̵̗̱̞̼͔̬͊͋͗̽̐͛̌̅ḯ̷̯͍͝͝v̵̛̞͖̣͌́̾͛̚è̸̫̫̙̳̮̼̟̖͎̍͒̐͆͐͊̓̅.̶̨̛͓̣͙́̍̍̄͋̕ ̴̪̩̻̥̀͛̌͊͝Y̴̙̣̤͙͕̿̾̃͆̐͋͆́͘͠ͅͅơ̴̯͇̗͕͂̂̄͛́̂̚u̸̙͈̣̬͍̰̻̣̍́̽͗͠͠'̵̰̀͗̓͐͒͘͠r̶̗̩̯͚͔̒̇̈̾̿͒͂̉͊̚e̷̢̧̨̹̓̈́͌̊̄́͆͑̕̕ ̴̢͓̟͙̖̻̮̭̬͐̄̀̽ͅd̷̼̘́͂͆̈̅̚e̷̲̫̿̽͛̒̈̆̓̃t̷͎̑̔̈r̶̯͚͔̥̮̜̎͑͘͜͝ͅḭ̵̳̞̼̘̘͎͙̺̈́̿̊̍̇͒͐̃̚̕ͅm̶̖̯͕̘̠̰̑̑͂̿̕̚e̴̩͙̜̭͔͐͛̌͊̇̽̍̔͠ǹ̸̺̯̺͉̆̎͆́͐̈́t̸͓̰͍̹̘́̀́̓̆̾̾͒͜͠a̴͈̱̩̜̒̂͑͌̓ļ̶̬̘̳̝̞̪̞̝͊̍̈́̃̂̿̚̕ͅ ̷͇̬̞͙̳͇̫͗͂͊͐̊̈̆̊ṯ̶̡̧̝̰̰̺̓̎͝o̴̟̼͇̼̪͛͜͝ ̵̥̜̓̈͋̃͂͋̍̓̉͘ę̵̹͍̦̙̥̺̩̙͇̎̎̐̂v̵͔̪̭̻̻͙̻̩̓͊͛ẹ̴̻̳̥͂̇͒̅̚̕͝r̷̘͕̥͉̬͍͍̈́̈́̓͐͜y̶͔͈̭͚̹̫̋̑̈́͑̏ͅo̶̜̥̩̿͆͑̕͘͜͝ň̴͚̤̦̖̝̻͎͛͂ͅȅ̴̢̫̖̖̀̌̄̆ͅ.̴̭̙̲̲͙̖̥̬͈̋́͆͂̅͗̽̊͊͠
'This shit is getting annoying bro. Yo, Effect, deal with this boy we have here.'
<If I can't shut you up, maybe with this other guy I can. Give me a minute.>
'Thank god.'
And what I didn't realize that I was spaced out again.
"Sorry, again! Damn, my brain is just shutting on and off today." I held my head trying to fake my headache.
"No problem, come on. We might be late now."
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That meeting was essentially just stating the obvious. Festival near, Apprehension Test also very near which I'm more interested in since I didn't get too high of a score on that end. And I also figured out that I am STARVING. Damn, my stomach is rumbling.
I left the meeting room and walked by myself.
"Yo, Effect, any suggestions on what we're gonna eat today?"
<If you have money to spend, go for whole chicken today. Share it with your mother or something.>
And funny enough, it was the end of the day. So I rushed to the exit.
"Very considerate, Effect. I like that." As I jump to the air and run my way to the city.
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Aizawa's P. O. V
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"I got to talk to him about his goals earlier... I think his mind is in the right place right now." Midnight chatted about Cyclone for a little bit now. If it was anyone, I wouldn't listen at all, but since Cyclone is such an enigma with his personality, I couldn't help but listen to at least know him more.
"The kid has a good heart, I know it."
Both Midnight and my eyes widen as All Might walks into the room. Overhearing our talk.
"But when I was with him, he's very, very cynical," I told them both. Remembering some memories of him saying very 'out there' statements in the past. "And his brand is basically non-existent. As people hate him more, he'll become something else."
"We should try to make an honest effort to mentor the young Cyclone. He'll become a splendid hero with us. We just need to make him learn that he's not alone." All Might declared.
"He's a dream as our ally, but he'll be a nightmare as a villain. So I'll go along. I haven't mentored anyone in a while." Midnight concurred with All Might.
After some thinking, I stood up.
"He's a tough nut to crack. So, I'll pass on this one for a while." I left the 2 alone in the meeting room as I leave.
'At times, he can be an absolute irritating boy to keep on a leash, but I bet he can change...'
'It's just... If he can change... How long will it take? Before it's too late.'
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A-kun: Book dead for a year, came back alive. What's up again baby? I'll promote this book a crap ton next time. Anyway, This is my time to go now. See you!
Word Count: 2263 Words.
10:16 PM
3/31/2021