9 Random Filler

The first thing that happened when I returned to class was to see all the other students looking at me with gazes filled with incredulity. I have to wonder why considering all that happened was me skipping one day's worth of class from their perspective. Not that it was intentional or anything, the fact the hunt for Stain took anywhere nearly that long was certainly an unexpected factor.

Their gazes were soon explained though, as Bakugou called out to me.

"Hey, which bastard did you caught?"

"Pardon?"

"I'm asking which vigilante you encountered you bastard!"

That explains quite a bit about the current atmosphere surrounding the class. Seems like they knew I had an encounter with a vigilante, yet not the fact said vigilante was the infamous Hero-Killer. Maybe Aizawa was the one to divulge said info. True they needed to dish out a legitimate explanation for my missing case so I suppose my classmate knowing is only par for the course.

The problem is how far this information could have spread. If it blew up within the entire school then this would allegedly become potential troubles for my school life. The previous rumors about me were bad enough already, adding more fuel to the fire would drive everything crazy.

Tell the truth and set the fire ablaze, or cull it by lying.

Kuhum, as a man of high moral integrity it is obvious that I should be truthful no matter what peril it might cause. Yes, my decision is solely based on that fact rather than the amusement that would come from the school networks' reaction. Umu umu.

"Yes, I coincidentally encountered Hero-Killer Stain during my trip outside."

Midoriya was the first to react.

"Hero-Killer… The infamous menace that defeated many pro Heroes!?"

""EEHHHHH!?""

As if those words were a switch everyone in the class started freaking out the moment Midoriya was done, causing the class to turn rowdy. Meanwhile, I had an amused smile while watching their reaction. There is enjoyment in chaos and opportunity indeed. Life is not worth living unless you learn to appreciate the small stuff.

The moments did not last long, however, as a man culled everyone down.

"Alright, calm down everyone. Expulsion for anyone who can't keep their mouth shut."

Aizawa came and dissolved the situation with a tactical joke. It was time to start another grueling day filled with lessons. Honestly, I was not enthused to study on school subjects again, but this is only temporary which makes it somewhat more bearable. After the Invading incident, I will kiss this school life goodbye.

Right now though there is no helping it. Thankfully I can accelerate the self-studying process by using HG otherwise I would have called it quits and escaped to another dimension already. Yes, that is how much I hate studying school subjects. Most of my memories might have been lost but it seems some things stay the same no matter what.

I am a sixteen years old high school dropout, around half a year older than everyone else here. Every subject learned here was new and fresh to me however, considering the fact I have dropped out of school early first grade of high school in my original world. That much is something I still remember even after having most of my memory wiped out.

Anyhow after some generic class, it was time for the school break. Once again I decided to buy some bread and scurry my way back to class. However today I was stopped by the sight of three people. A beautiful ginger-haired girl, a handsome blonde boy and another teenager of messy purple locks.

Kendo, Monoma, and Shinso.

"Ah, Kuzuno-kun! Here, we have an empty seat here!"

Indeed they have one seat empty in their 4-people table. I had intended to eat my bread in class, but since they went out of their way to invite me…

"Good afternoon, Kendo-san, Monoma-san, Hitoshi-san."

Might as well. It would be interesting to hear the dynamics between these three consisting of the kind Kendo, despiteful Monoma, and realistic Hitoshi. I wonder how they encountered one another. Remembering back it was me who mentioned Hitoshi to the other two but I never expected the three to meet and become acquaintances.

"I see the two of you met Hitoshi-san. Any story worth sharing in that department?"

"…How do you know me?"

I smiled at the question, yet kept my mouth shut without answering. Seconds passed by and an awkward atmosphere took place surrounding us.

Hitoshi Shinso has a very dangerous quirk. Simply put he is capable of brainwashing anyone who responds to his words, making them mindless robots who obey his every request. The moment you respond to his words your fate is sealed to be decided by him. Thankfully he is usually kind and merciful. If I were to gain his power there is no doubt I would have abused it to oblivion already, manipulating others for my benefit.

That is why I believe Hitoshi Shinso is truly hero-material, considering how he still wishes to be a hero even with a quirk like his.

But that does not mean I will fully trust him with everything I have, no. My burdens are mine to bear and my secrets are mine to keep. Therefore I will not reply to his words no matter how tempting the option of trusting him might be. That is my path, my self-justification.

"…How rude. I won't use my quirk that callously you know."

Still no words. Another few seconds passed. There is no means for him to pry open my mouth considering how fearful his quirk truly is.

He sighed, before taking out a notebook from his pocket and wrote a few words in it.

'Who are you?'

"Kuzuno. No last name. UA Hero Department, twenty-first member of class 1-A. Nice to finally meet you, Hitoshi Shinso-san."

'How do you know me?'

"I know a lot of things I really shouldn't. Rather than that, we should start to eat. UA's break doesn't last that long."

Saying those words I opened the bread plastic container and started wolfing down on the bread. Hitoshi seems discontent to drop the conversation but followed eating nonetheless. Monoma scoffed before doing the same, while Kendo has a complicated smile on her face. She was the last to dig in among the four of us.

I hate pinning people into certain roles, but Kendo fits into the kind sisterly archetype far too much for me to ignore the signs. She was probably one of the few people around capable of responding to Hitoshi without any hesitance on her part. Unlike me and most other people, she was the trusting type, and thereby also easily trusted.

Monoma is someone who seemingly wishes to prove his superiority. If I had to guess he was pinned by a lot of expectations from his family and the likes, making him obsessed with reaching the top not unlike Bakugo though obviously for a different cause. Bakugo wants to reach the top because of his large ego, while Monoma seems to reach for it in his path of self-preservation. As I have said before, I suspect he has a case of extremely low self-esteem.

Hitoshi is someone distrusted or even condemned by everyone around him. His entire motive is to prove his integrity as a person, to show the world there is more to him than his quirk which leans towards evil in nature. He wishes to help others, to save even with his quirk which is condemned by many.

From those facts, I could picture the dynamics between the three.

"You sure like to pick up strays, Kendo-san."

"…That is a rather rude way of putting it, Kuzuno-kun."

"I am a blunt person. Beating around the bush is not my fancy."

As expected I was the first to finish my meal, considering how the others had picked proper nutritious meals unlike me who just ate quick bites every day. Finishing up the meal I cleaned my lips with a tissue, while crumpling the plastic container within my other hand.

"By the way Hitoshi-san, please don't misunderstand."

To be honest I had expected more of the person who introduced Kendo-san and Monoma-san towards me.

He was the same as any other, bigotedly treating me with suspicion and distrust because my quirk is easily usable for evil. He would refuse to respond to my words simply because my quirk could be procced during the process. Another worthless face inside a worthless society.

"You sure like to pick up strays, Kendo-san."

"…That is a rather rude way of putting it, Kuzuno-kun."

Nevertheless, I suppose there is merit in thanking him, since he was the person who caused the meeting between me and Monoma-san and Kendo-san. Those two treats me like a normal human rather than a youth with a criminal record, trusting me enough to reply to my words without pause and hang out with me normally. Honestly, I am thankful to have been approached by Monoma-san.

And I was thankful for Kuzuno-san who introduced my name to the two as well. However, that does not mean I am supposed to grovel at his feet when he insults me and my new friend like so. Therefore I opened my mouth—

"I am a blunt person. Beating around the bush is not my fancy."

And was interrupted by those words of his. Huh… Maybe he is not all that hopeless after all. At least unlike others he would not pretend to be sorry for not trusting me, like those classmates who only feel sorry towards me for their self-pleasing, since not feeling sympathy for me would mean they were a cold-hearted person which is bad by their standards.

At least he might not pretend. There is solace in that fact, considering how sick I was of fake pity or fake condolence most people give when they are acquaintances with me.

"By the way Hitoshi-san, please don't misunderstand."

Ah, I suppose I judged too early. I could already hear his next words before he even said them. How he is sorry he could not trust me, how he wishes me luck and is truly rooting for me. I am sick of hearing those words already.

"I hate you. No, to be more accurate I despise you as a person."

…That was not how things usually went.

"Think about it. You have a quirk that could easily be abused for crimes. Yet what did you use it for? To become a hero. You truly wasted the power you were given. If I were the one in your shoes then I would have used it for crimes already." He made a joking smile. "Well, I would probably be in jail already if I were to be in your shoes with so many pro heroes around, so I suppose it is a fortune in a twisted way."

"…What?"

"Ara, are you confused? I'm sorry, I am not used to explaining things to others. My point is I hate how low-key you are all this time despite your terrifying quirk. That quirk of yours has endless possibilities long as you can trigger it, yet you are wasting your time in the UA general department instead of anywhere else more noteworthy."

…Is that his way of showing his support for me?

Pfft.

"The school athletic will soon commence. Do your thing, promote yourself, and I am sure the school staff will gladly have you enter the Hero department."

There have been many who tried to root for me with their words, but this is the first time I truly had an encounter with a Tsundere like him who does so in such a roundabout manner. I guess I'll have to try my best at the festival. Not that I planned any differently though.

"Thank you."

"Hearing thanks from someone I hate does not mean anything to me. Say that again after you move into class 1-B."

At this point I knew this was his way of rooting for me, so I let out a small smile at his words. It was refreshing to see someone so blunt yet so dishonest at the same time. However, I do wonder…

"How do you know which class will I enter already?"

At those words, he made a wry smile as if he was very tired.

"I know a lot of things I really shouldn't."

With those words he left the table, leaving the three of us wondering what he meant, and why he had such a complicated face while saying that line. However…

"He ended up replying to me anyway…"

"Now for today's basic hero training… This time All Might, I and one other will supervise you all."

Days passed, and it was time for the special lesson in which the invasion will happen. I had thought about warning Aizawa and the rest about this attack but decided not to considering this battle would be relatively safe to a certain extent. I mean most of the enemies are merely chimps except for the few elites that pose a danger to even me. However, those dangerous enemies will be handled by the pro heroes rather than us UA students.

"Um, what are we doing exactly?"

"Preparing you all for disaster relief. Whether be it fires or flood we will make sure you are all ready for them. The topic today boils down to rescue training."

Besides, it would be a pain to convince them that my knowledge was trustable. I still have no means to explain all the things I know and things I am capable of. They are letting me go for now most likely since I piqued their interest, but otherwise, their suspicions are still a thorn in my path.

The class erupted with chatters the moment Aizawa was done with his words.

"Wonder how hard this thing's going to be…" Said the walking stun gun.

"Finally getting straight to our main work huh," Rock boy stated. "I'm getting pumped up!"

"At least I have some confidence in handling a flood, ribbit." And there was the frog girl.

I really should start learning everyone's real name, but calling them by their quirk sounds much more fun. Cooler as well. Besides I am very bad at putting names to faces. It should be easy to memorize all their names with HG but abusing that skill for everything sounds cheap so I won't do it unless my lack of social aptness becomes a problem. Or at least a bigger problem than it currently is.

"I am not done yet brats. Today you will have the option of not wearing your hero costume. Some of your costumes are probably impractical for the task at hand. Considering how far the training area is we will go there by bus. That's all, go get prepared. Anyone who fails to do so will face expulsion."

It started to become a running joke for Aizawa to threaten everyone within class 1-A with expulsion all the time lately. Maybe he founds it useful to make sure everyone is motivated on the off case he is serious, but at this point, the humor tickles too much for me to take them seriously, and seems like most of my classmate agreed.

We all went out of the school building and gathered by the roadside.

"Everyone, please file into two lines according to your numbers so we will all get seated smoothly."

I raised an eyebrow at that. If I remember correctly then this scene is…

"Objection. The bus has different seating than what you are imagining."

After I said so Iida blinked, before checking inside said bus.

I already know the sight which will greet him. Rather than being filled with rows of two-seaters, the bus has long seating on the right and left side facing one another. It was a seating on the more casual side rather than the stiff ones usually found on a normal bus.

"Huh… I suppose you are correct." Iida stated. "But how did you expect the seating to be like such without looking first?"

"I know a lot of things I really shouldn't," I said with a shrug. The line is starting to grow on me for explaining all the Self-Insert knowledge I have within my memory.

Now that I think about it I wonder if there is some being out there who is writing a story, and I am merely a character written by said author. Maybe this entire monologue I am having is merely a fiction created by a random shut-in with self-fulfillment fantasy. Honestly I would not mind that at all. Long as my satisfaction is reached and things are enjoyable then it does not matter to me whether this entire word is real or fictional. All that is important is how I perceive the world around me.

If I perceive a portion of food as delicious then it matters not even if the food is truly disgusting. Long as I still consider it delicious then it might as well be the food of the gods. The moment I am sick of it however it does not matter even if it was a 5-star Michelin food, I still would rather eat instant noodles. Truth only matters when multiple personnel is involved, otherwise, it is utterly irrelevant. And I do not care about the opinion of anybody else unless my pesky conscience is added into the picture.

"…So you're a quiet one, aren't you? I can respect that."

I looked towards the person who said those words. There was Earjack girl, or rather Jiro Kyoka. One of the few classmates whose full name I remembered. Her quirk consists of amplifying the sounds she makes to an unprecedented level as a form of attack. One interesting use is making anything connected to her ear jacks rumble via amplifying her heartbeat sounds.

"Sorry, what was that? My mind wandered for quite a while."

"O-oh. I talked to you but you just wouldn't respond. I thought you kept quiet because you were a silent person."

"Ah, yeah. I often wander far too deep in my thoughts for my own good. I apologize for that. "

My habit of making monologues has always been around for years. It was a quirk I attained during my chuunibyou phase that just never dies. Not exactly something to be condemned anyway, considering it does not hurt anyone or anything except maybe my mental inhibitions.

"That's cool. By the way, we were talking about our quirks. We were all curious about yours, to be honest. If you wouldn't mind…"

She gave me a hesitant glance while inquiring about my quirk. Guess there is a need to lie about my quirk then. Well, I suppose there is always the option of keeping anonymity but that would be boring would it not. Looking around from the corner of my eyes I could see others listening in to our conversation. As a showman, I cannot bear to disappoint their expectations.

"Dimensional Storage. That is pretty much what my Quirk boils down to. As for my super strength, let's call it a phony trick of mine." I smiled. "A magician does not tell his tricks."

"Tch, my explosions are still better."

Wow. As expected of fifteen years old, even the most insightful of them are immature at times. Needless to say, it was Bakugo who said those words. Guess he has his childish moments as well. Not unfitting considering how arrogant he is.

I smiled at those in response to those scathing words. Pardoning younger ones is the privilege of older people. I am only older than these classmates by one year, but what a long year it would be in terms of maturity.

"Yup. Bakugo has a flashy and strong quirk, and he is assured to be a noteworthy hero in the future. I would be a bit jealous of his quirk were it not insulting to my own capability. Considering how being a hero is partly popularity contest, having a quirk that's not only strong but also flashy is a big plus."

"Tch."

Tsun-Tsun Translator: 'I-It's not like I'm happy you complimented me or anything!'

Froppy shook her head at my words. "Bakugo is always fuming so he won't be very popular, ribbit."

You just had to trigger the landmine did you not, Asui-san. I was trying to make peace, so thank you very much for reducing my effort meaningless. Now Bakugo is 'fuming' as you had just worded it moments ago.

"You bitch! I'll be popular too!"

"Ahaha, we all only knew each other for a while yet we all already know your personality is as engaging as a turd getting steamed in a sewer." Walking stun-gun decided to add in onto the wound. Or rather that was an eloquent description coming from the jokester Kaminari. I did not know he would be able to come up with such a comparison. That more than earned him some respect in my book.

"What a vulgar conversation." As expected of the high-class Momo Yaoyorozu, her reaction was elite befitting of her status.

"But they make me laugh!" Uraraka chimed in.

"We're almost there, settle down already…" And Aizawa was sounding even more lethargic than usual.

Everyone answered with a simple 'Yes, Sir!' in a determined voice. Well, most of us did while the more quiet ones among us kept silent. It is no proper high school class unless there are a few silents and edgy people around.

After reaching the destination we all went out of the bus and took in our surroundings. If I were to put this sight into one word then it would be 'chaotic'. One side of the land has some ship wreckage floating on the water while another side was full of burning buildings. There are buildings buried in landslides as well, among various other smaller-scale scenarios.

"Amazing…"

"Ahaha, this somewhat looks like Universal Studio Japan!"

The teenagers being teenagers had fascinated smiles as they all inspected the surrounding. Indeed these were quite the sight to behold if I was being entirely honest. However, I simply do not have the energy to geek out over them considering this is a new environment, and I was most likely a social failure and partial shut-in in my previous world. Old habits die hard, man.

"Shipwrecks, landslides, fires and etc."

A deep voice spoke towards us all.

"This is a training ground created to simulate all kinds of accidents and disasters. Christened Unforeseen Simulation Joint."

In short, it truly is USJ.

"It's the space hero, No. Thirteen!" Midoriya muttered out loud. "The gentlemanly hero who does phenomenal work helping with disaster relief!"

Thank you for the exposition, you may now stop muttering out loud Midoriya-shounen. Or rather please stop already, that skit is rather creepy when overdone. Hearing the constant muttering of a teenager is actually a rather uncanny experience.

Aizawa and Thirteen talked to one another, their small voice leaving us unable to hear the conversation between the two. If I remember correctly they should be talking about All Might who was unable to come here for complicated reasons. They soon finished the conversation though, and Thirteen turned towards the rest of us.

"Before we begin, just one thing… Or two… Or three… Or four…"

Thirteen paused.

"Though I am certain you are all already quite aware," He started. "My Quirk is called Black Hole. No matter what material may get sucked into its vortex, I am afraid it will turn into dust."

"It is a perfect Quirk for removing wreckage and saving people injured by disaster!"

That is not the point to focus on, Midoriya.

"Yes…"

"However, it is a power that could also easily be used to kill people. And in that way, it is no different from the quirk of everyone here."

Those words stopped all the students cold. Honestly, this is the reason I cannot help but treat these classmates of mine as children. They are entirely too pure and naïve, somehow untainted from the horrible side of society. Most of these students could easily kill a person with their Quirk, no doubt about that.

Simple close quarters, explosion from contact, freezing, acidity, electricity, weapons, choking while staying invisible and so much more. The students here are equipped with tools that would leave them on top within battles, and for good reasons considering how many battles they would face in the future.

"In this society of superhuman abilities, Quirks are strictly regulated with all kinds of laws enforced to stop anybody from abusing their own Quirk."

"That being said please do not forget each of you possesses a Quirk that can go awry. All it takes is one wrong step to accidentally kill others. During the physical test with Aizawa-san you learned your respective power's true potential, and through the trial of battle with All Might I think you managed to experience the danger of brandishing those powers against one another."

"This lesson will serve as a fresh start! Let us study how to wield our Quirk for the sake of human life! Your Quirks does not exist to hurt others. I hope you leave this exercise having fully understood that you have powers to help others."

Thirteen made a bow.

"That is all. Thank you for listening patiently."

Cheers came after the overwhelming speech was done. I clapped mainly for the sake of being polite. My view far differs from Thirteen to the point it was not funny anymore. Guess this man is the altruistic type. That was fine by my book though. Those types are the easiest to rely on in most cases.

However, this was not the time to monologue anymore.