>>113760
>"Who said I want to do it?"

Nadia just looks at you, the corner of her lips lifting slightly in a grimace that was on its way to being a smile.

You closed your eyes and took a breath...
You were ready.

...

Eri shooes your flirting away to focus on the mission, but she can't escape the gloomy aura of heroism.

You were the bad cop, Nadia the good one, and Eri could be the energetic, inexperienced rookie. It sounded good, but you had your complaints about the presented dynamic.

"Does it look a lot alike? Well, yes, I think so, but you can tell the difference with--" You cut Eri off and tell her to be the forensic instead. "'Huh?'"

The depressed forensic who lives on alcohol, suffers a turbulent private life, and whose hope dwindles with every case she handles, becoming in turn the neutral actor in the trio to balance the good and bad cops. Also for the one-liners.

The more you talk, the more Eri's expression gets lost in your monologue, until eventually you finish. "..." Eri falls silent. "I can do One-Liners," she replies.

Although, no, better not. They should be distributed equitably.

"Rock, paper, scissors sounds fair," Nadia adds.

....

There was too much info and too many unknowns to resolve, and even if you weren't the man for the job, you were asked to give feedback on the matter.

"Yeah, you're in 'you guys', Akira," Nadia clarifies.

You offer your own hypothesis, a possible distraction to hide something bigger, but one thing was certain: the intelligent Nomus had to be prioritized. This wasn't any accident.

"I agree," Eri says. "The intelligent Nomus that get detected must be dealt with as soon as possible. If they're a link between a leader and an army, they're both their strength and their weakness."

"I agree with that, but I still have a bad taste in my mouth. Someone with all the resources to make those Nomus should have better organization... maybe they're aiming to exhaust all possible heroes before their real move," Nadia suggests. "We can't be sure."

Bzzz

The communicators buzz.

"[Attention all heroes near the ××× ××× train station, the station is under attack by a group of unidentified villains, all possible reinforcements are needed]"
"That's close to here," Eri says.

"Too much of a coincidence, let's go." Nadia takes their hands and they head toward the place as fast as possible.

...

https://youtu.be/zZuH4_Zn6YM▾They arrive to the sound of terrified people running, civilians and injured heroes being carried alike while those still standing tried to evacuate people as fast as possible.

"Oh my god, Ghost Lady, Rewind!" A rescue hero who looks traumatized approaches them upon recognizing the two heroines. "We need you... puff we managed to get the people out, but the tunnel collapsed uff... and those things... those things..."

Nadia places her hands on the hero's shoulders to calm him.

"Thank you for all your efforts. Now I need you to finish evacuating the innocents. I'll take care of whatever is scaring you. Are we agreed?"

"Yes... yes." The hero seems to calm down and steps back.

"Alright everyone, clear the area. We can't guarantee how safe it is from now on. Stick together and follow the instructions of the rescue heroes!" Eri gives the order, her presence and voice making the atmosphere a bit less chaotic.

From her clothes, the horned girl pulls out her tools... a bunch of bandages like the hero Eraserhead and many others use.

Nadia takes both of them by the hand, and they dive under the concrete.

...

They dive underground, between pipes and cables, until they descend and settle in the small ticket booth room.

And from there... they could only see horror in its rawest state.
https://youtu.be/LmVdRtWzcbg▾
A small collapse had blocked the tunnel exit; there was no train in sight. Nomus were everywhere, moving over one another like insects confined in a hive... eating and killing each other, with flickering lights providing poor illumination.

The sounds of flesh being torn, bones breaking, fluids... made you want to vomit.

"Down."

Nadia signals them; they crouch.

"This is hell..." Eri murmurs.

"This must be a nest in an advanced state," Nadia continues. "Wait here a second, keep watching while I go back. I'll check the subway entrance."
No gave way to discussion, broke through the floor and left.

Eri swallowed hard; in the small ticket office, everything was in disarray: a fallen chair, drawers full of documents, piles of tickets scattered on the floor, and the thick window separating them from the Nomus, cracked, stained with blood, but still standing.

"Let's check, tell me if you notice anything... that stands out," Eri instructs.

They peek their heads in, just a quick glance.

It was like seeing a representation of hell, flesh and guts everywhere, with Nomus piled on top of each other due to lack of space, creating a horrifying cacophony of sounds. The walls, the ceiling, everything was covered in a strange tissue, it was like flesh... but at the same time, it looked very alien.

The Nomus were all identical, in dark colors: blood red, brown, purple. The nauseating stench of rotting, reanimated corpses reached the room despite the filter on the glass.

The tunnel exit was collapsed, and the entrance looked meticulously blocked with rubble and bodies of other Nomus, like a barrier built by the Greeks.

"(Ghost Lady, do you copy?)"

They lower their heads to respond.

"This is Eri, copy," replies the member of the Three Greats.

"(The metro entrance is blocked, a strange mound of rubble and bodies. The antechamber was still being occupied by some Nomus that were being held back by rescuers, but I've taken care of it. No civilians to worry about.)"

"Alright... things don't look good here. There are too many Nomus... must be over 50, maybe more."

https://youtu.be/RMs8lTYNzgw▾The ground trembles; a Titan began to move. Eri falls silent.

"Not... enough."

A deep voice, coming from the abyss itself.
The sound of tearing flesh, breaking bones, screams of pain, pure suffering escape from the Nomus, moments before the clear sound of something chewing and swallowing.

Again, and again, the sound continued; a beast was feeding. Eri looks at you, sweat running down her forehead, as if to say, 'Where did we get ourselves into?'.

The noises cease.

"Satisfied," the voice repeats.
"I think we found our general..." Eri says over the comms. Eri peeks out the window again, you follow her.

A beast among beasts, a leader.

The Nomu towered over its peers, easily measuring over two and a half meters.

Its black color, like the night, made it stand out among the tide of bodies crawling, now covered in the blood of its kin. In its hand, it holds a piece of an arm, which it tosses aside. Walking beside it was a bright green Nomu.

"Stop" It says, and in turn, the Nomus halt, like a conductor commanding the musicians.

"Nadia... we need backup," Eri says. "The numbers have dropped... but I think we're still at a disadvantage. There's one that stands out, looks very strong."

"(Do you think you can beat it?)"

"..." Eri falls silent, then her face turns serious. "Yes," she answers, with a certainty and confidence you don't feel capable of replicating. "But I couldn't if I had to fight 40 other enemies too."

"(I'll handle that then, I'll draw their attention and you two take down the leader.)"

"How are you going to--"

https://youtu.be/JH8hI3pQHu4▾Was that a whistle?

The Nomus catch it immediately, and like bees to honey, they charge in a stampede.

"(I've got them, your turn)" Nadia cuts the communication.

The black Nomu growls, a roar that shakes the entire place as it directly commands its minions.

Eri turns to look at you and smiles. "We can handle this, you trust me." Her horn begins to glow, soon her whole body is surrounded by a faint golden energy. "I'll disable their quirks, that'll make everything easier. You slow them down with yours."

With a kick, she throws open the cabin door, drawing the attention of the black and green Nomus.

It was time for the plan. With a gesture of her hand, Eri fires a small golden ray with her quirk towards the two Nomus! As long as she has more quirk dice, the others can't use theirs now, it's your turn.

<Black Nomu
Physique: 1d100+50 124
Quirk: 1d100+50 = 142

<Green Nomu
Physique: 1d100+15 = 114
Quirk: 1d100+15 = 108

<Eri
Physique: 1d100+75 = 91
Quirk: 1d100+75 = 81

<Nadia
VS
<Nomu Nest
(3 turns until Nadia defeats them)

>>112106
...

The heat was oppressive, unbearable; even with the suit's cooling system fighting the overheating, it wasn't enough, and you ended up drenched in sweat. A moment to let your skin breathe is necessary. Even Kaito takes off the bandana from his head and wrings it out to squeeze off the accumulated sweat.

So many people they had to protect, had they really saved everyone? Was it guaranteed?
Jira's comment brings you down from the clouds; the fact that your partner and Senpai were in good condition was good news, but the very nature of his words only reminded you of all that past horror at the camp... even if the training had paid off.

They move away from the swarm of reporters and think about how to proceed with the acquired information. You have a hunch and start talking all of a sudden, stopping once you realize that.

"I wouldn't rule that out." Daiki takes it into account. "But if they're using them as a distraction, they're doing a terrible job because attacking a bunch of random places isn't good logistics. Also, their attack forces have disparate numbers, and some are neutralized much faster than others."

"If there's a mastermind behind this, they have no control over their troops," Kaito adds.

With the idea of the drainage in mind, they agree and head down to find where the Nomus came out. Near the neighborhood, it was easy to follow the trail of destruction until they reached a certain alley with a particularly large hole in the ground and a dented manhole cover stuck in the concrete.

"It must be here. Can you make light with your plasma, Amane?" Daiki asks. "I would do it with fire, but there's usually a lot of methane in the drainage tunnels, and I wouldn't want to take the risk."

With that, they go down.

...

https://youtu.be/2KWIHYSWt90▾The drainage was what one would expect: black water, insects, the occasional rat, and a smell that made you grateful for wearing a helmet. The traces of destruction were easy to follow; dozens, maybe a hundred or more of those Nomus must have passed through here.

At a certain point, they stop to check a diversion: a hole in the wall leading to a tunnel, a tunnel that descended deep into the rock.

"I can't see the end," Kaito says.

"Let's see." Daiki forms a small sphere of water in his hand and, with a flick of his finger, sends it flying at full speed down the tunnel... they don't hear any splash or sound of it hitting anything. "Uhhh."

Daiki pats the wall a few times; it trembles. Manipulating the rock, the tunnel expands until there's enough space for the three of them to walk through with plenty of room.

"I'll send a message with our location," Kaito says.

They go down even further.

...
The insects fell silent, the rats stopped, and the dripping ceased. They must have descended another 100 meters underground from where the drain was, until eventually they arrived at a massive concrete room. They jumped down.

They were in the middle of a vast tunnel, with multiple offshoots leading to other rooms.

"What is this?" Kaito says.

"Damn... how deep are we?" Daiki says. Seeing that this didn't answer anything, he continues, "Right, this looks like an old emergency tunnel for refugees. There are many of these systems all over the country; I think they were built during the Dark Era when All For One was at his prime. Most are forgotten, and few people know where to find their entrances. Damn, I wouldn't know either if not for that time Cornelia—"

"I see the utility for hiding troops," Kaito interrupts before he goes off on a tangent. Daiki catches on and focuses.

"Yeah, they expand for several kilometers at various depths, with large chambers big enough to fill with equipment..."

While they discuss, you notice something. On the ground there was a trail of blood, or rather, some blackish liquid trying to imitate blood. You let your companions know, and they follow it.

The trail grew larger, branching off into several tunnels. They found more holes leading upward along the way, while the trail got bigger... they started to hear voices.

"That fucking clown!" someone shouts. You try to hide. "Years of work, and a billion dollars down the drain!" It was a... man... if he could still be called that. His body was almost entirely mechanical, with a large transparent dome exposing his brain.

He was in a huge open space, surrounded by cables, tubes, shattered crystal tanks, and other high-tech equipment... all destroyed, with some remains and pieces of Nomus scattered everywhere. By his side were two Nomus, one with many hands attached to its body and another with large teeth and fins on its back.

"I never should have come to this fucking country... much less spent the money on the automatic translator."

The brain man was leaning on a table, still cursing into the air, while the Nomus by his side began to sniff the air, apparently already suspecting intruders.

"We need to be quick, destroy their heads in one hit, and capture that guy. Are you ready?" Daiki asks, preparing for action.

<Brain
Physical:1d100 = 15
Quirk:1d100 = 60

<Nomu Hands
Physical:1d100+20 = 36
Quirk:1d100+20 = 23

<Nomu Chompper
Physical:1d100+20 = 53
Quirk:1d100+20 = 64

<Kaito
Physical:1d100+80 = 149
Quirk:1d100+80 = 100

<Daiki
Physical:1d100+100 = 165
Quirk:1d100+100 = 113

>>115425
...

With the villain contained, you introduce a Game through the same openings that the implant used to force it out, slowly filling the holes with more mass until the needles end up retracting as they exit the body of the giant.

This falls cold, they confirm the pulse...it was still alive.

"Like pulling a fat guy out of a sewer" Says Jacky

Svetlana lifts the implant and looks at it.

"Go on, break it, you know you want to" Says Ayumi "If you leave it as evidence, you know very well there's a chance they'll use it or try to replicate it"

"...No, the correct thing is to deliver it as proper evidence along with everything else" Svetlana pauses, and drives a spear into the middle of the implant, the dangerous piece of technology, ruining it "Too bad it broke during the fight"

The pros laugh watching the piranha's behavior.

"That's the Russian spirit!" Says Jacky

...

They leave the bad guys with the law and can retreat to rest as they had deserved after such an adventure.

You give Svetkek a slap

He flinches a bit and turns around, rubbing his backside "Hey!, what's that for?" You tease him a bit about his performance in the mission "B-Because, no, it's not that I was trying to brag or anything like that, you know, just wanted to finish as quickly as possible"

You give him a hug, caressing his cheek, which gives him a blush on his bluish skin, was he free?

"Yes, I'm free...s-sorry, just give me 5 minutes to rreport to my agency and we'll see that"

"Uyyy, what is this I'm smelling in the air?" Says Ayumi "Is it the heat of youth?" Says the red-haired girl despite not being older than 3 years than Svetlana herself "I'll give you a table' no problem"

Svet turns to look at Ayumi, a bit annoyed by her meddling, the red-haired girl gives her a 'ok' with her hand

...

On the radio were playing the latest trendy songs, the laughs went from here to there along with the young men delivering food and drinks to the respective tables. After so much fighting, and such a good shower, relaxing in civilian clothes was much more pleasant than being in armor after so many hours.

"I've never drunk before, but if my superior gives me permission, then I should take advantage, it's a good memory to have" Says Motomu, before starting to down an entire mug of beer

"Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up!" Ayumi and Jacky cheer while he drinks, he had one, he still had 20 more to go.

A bit further away, Svetlana and you managed to get your own table. Svet pulled back from consuming alcohol and preferred to take soda along with her portion of Gyoza and Kaarage chicken.

"Hmm~~ the sauce they use for this is delicious" Comments the senpai "It combines very well with the salty taste of the chicken" She took a bite "Hmmm...what a day, good that we avoided them distributing those weapons...although I'm worried that the Yakuza was making negotiations on such a large scale..." She falls silent and takes a sip of her soda "Nevertheless, if something happens we can handle it. How are things going?, in a few months the cultural festival will happen, have you discussed anything about it in your class yet?"

>>115647so I guess that's Nazuna's new look
https://youtu.be/aONLy_Dkwhg▾You act fast, shaping the magma into shuriken; the molten rock takes on a star shape and stabilizes as it begins spinning at high speed. In one shot, you cut the rope to free Ukyo, and before she finishes falling, you've already grabbed her hand to keep running and escape the explosion.

https://youtu.be/K_q_ZDPz7GU▾
The arrow explodes, and the shockwave pushes you further ahead; the earth flies everywhere, creating a huge cloud of dust.

"cough cough" Ukyo coughs, and grabs your hand to get up and keep going "..." She took a moment to listen "Now is the time, don't listen to anything coming!"

They resumed running, and to make sure Bullseye lost sight of them, you use your magma to cut down more trees; the blockade, plus the continuous steam and dust they'd raise, would be the perfect curtain.

Two, three, four, five trees fell behind them, a good way to gain distance while they re-coordinated to defend against the arrows, with the poor visibility Bullseye had, and at the same time, Ukyo's fine hearing became key to carrying out the strategy.

"Yeah, this is getting eternal for me too; I'd even prefer guerrilla training over this."

They didn't fall into any more traps along the way; they kept running and running until...

<Progress
188/200
...
200/200

They reach the summit.

The top of the hill, clear of trees, traps, or obstacles; no danger or threat, just the beautiful morning view over the vast forest.

"We made it..."

It was a view to envy; once the chaos of the run was over, only the sound of nature remained along with the gentle breeze.

"It's quite nice, don't you think?" Ukyo says.

About 2 minutes later, Bullseye arrives.

"23 minutes" he exclaims. "Not bad, but it could be better. It was a good idea to obstruct me with the trees."

"What can I say?" Ukyo shrugs. "You've got the best strategist from Ketsubutsu and a finalist from the UA tournament."

"Did you learn anything?" the hero asks.

"Besides that I'd like to have Nazuna covering my back?" Ukyo says, then pauses to think. "Stay calm to have a more accurate perception of the environment; if I hadn't gotten flustered, I wouldn't have fallen into that trap, and we'd have had a better time."
"Agreed" Bullseye replies. "And you?" he asks you.

...

They made the way back, but this time it was faster, since they did it via zip line.

Bullseye used his bow as support and launched himself in one go, sliding down the cable. Ukyo and you had to put on a simple harness before launching after him.

The great speed, the wind in your face (and the occasional bug crashing into your face) was a small adrenaline rush on the way back.

"You were able to pass the test, so now we'll move on to today's mission."

"Wow, and I thought we'd be stuck in that forest all day," Ukyo jokes.

"We're going to raid a drug exchange point."

"Oh..." Ukyo falls silent.

"My suspicion is that they have a manufacturing lab in this region, and then they distribute it to Tokyo and the rest of the country. And lately, I've been seeing more product in circulation; that's not a good sign."

"Are you ready?"

Did they have a choice?

...

'Yamakaze Cleaning' - Laundry. They observe from a distance, peeking around a corner from a street away.

"A laundry?" Ukyo says. "Who uses a laundry when you're near the countryside? People hang their clothes on a line."

"That's why it's a cover. This place is open 24/7, but it barely has any customers," Bullseye replies. They move down the back street, getting closer to the laundry, and end up in the adjacent alley. "Can you hear anything?" the hero asks Ukyo.

Ukyo closes her eyes to concentrate, tuning her hearing. After a few seconds, she responds.

"Yeah... unless they have two dozen washing machines running in their basement, something's suspicious here."

"Then, you two go in through the front, act natural. I'll go in through the back. Distract whoever you find. If necessary, use this." Bullseye hands you a piece of paper... it was a search warrant to be able to search the place.

Ukyo exchanges a look with you, like 'I guess we're doing this,' and they enter the place.

It was a simple laundry, with several rows of washing machines... all out of use because the emptiness of the place was obvious. At the end, behind a desk, there was a generic npc, a green-skinned orc mutant playing with his phone.

"Any idea on how to interrogate people?" Ukyo asks you in a whisper.

>>115433
https://youtu.be/ulplqXTp4R0▾You move through the hall like a faint presence, oh the elegance of the gala, the prestige, it was just like in the old days, except for one crucial difference...

No one was paying you any attention! Was it that in the new era people no longer had manners? (It wouldn't be strange to see Hinata).

You were waiting for someone to approach you, a conversation, a fleeting look of recognition... until...

"Ah, ah... the young Longbowtomb, if I'm not mistaken"

Finally, someone with manners, you turn around, and there he is: an older man with a perfectly tailored orange suit, his upright, measured posture, his back straight as a sculpture

"Kali Kinji, CEO of the Yozora group" You had no idea what that was, but it sounded like money, status and tax evasion "It's an honor to finally meet in person the whisper that has passed through generations, your lineage is extensive and to see you rise in the new era is nothing short of fascinating. Especially knowing that a young lady like you attends UA"

You could have answered him, but he was too quick to interrupt you and continue talking over you.

"What a marvel spiritual heritage is" His voice isn't loud, but it overrides any attempt you make to reply or clarify, the conversation, if you can even call it that, becomes a one-way parade of empty pre-recorded praises "You must be... fascinating, walking the halls of the academy, despite its reputation, it's not usual for people of our level to end up in that kind of... sector. I must imagine that a lady of your stature leaves everyone who sees her mesmerized" He keeps talking, not giving you a word "How does a figure like you, so elegant and so ethereal, adapt to that life for people... not as fortunate as us?"

He kept asking questions and wouldn't let you answer, he was an old nuisance and rude, who only did this as part of the routine of high society to talk to important people.

"Excuse the intrusion, Gwendoline?" It was one of the other young people you had seen before, the one with pink hair and androgynous face, with pointed ears "I was wondering if I could have a minute of your time to talk" Oh, an exit from this uncomfortable predicament. The boy was giving you a way out to leave by accompanying him, he makes a small head gesture to finally make his intention clear

>>115827
>>115669
https://youtu.be/wQJDaNXZ2As▾Adrenaline could make anyone brave, even if they were facing a Yakuza who wouldn't hesitate to give them concrete shoes and a trip to the nearest river.

Takeshi wins his first round against Yumeno, but Kaguya and you interfere and make him bleed with your well-planned combo, yet you fall prey to a slight desperation when Kaguya disappears from sight. Where had she gone? How? You suspect it must be Tsubasa's quirk thanks to his words, but you can't get a clear answer.

You think of something that could help her, even if between the two of you there was a distance you had no capacity to measure, you try to think of a way to help her. Maybe propellers on her limbs with the sand you had stuck to her could help her if she had been transported high into the sky.

Crack

Crack

Takeshi frees himself from the sand with brute force, and does a couple of little hops still holding his hammer.

>"In that case, don't do it, dude"

"If only it were that easy, kid" Takeshi rolls his eyes to the side

It was you and Yumeno against him, you weren't going to help him, but you weren't going to stop him from helping you either.

His face forms a sad expression when you reject him, but he regains his light when you signal him to attack together.

You break your lever in two, ready to charge, with Yumeno you run towards him and before making contact...Takeshi jumps, with that huge hammer, he jumps as if he were light as a feather, doing a spin in the air and hitting his feet against the ceiling. Yumeno and you stop in the place where he was moments before.

He did another jump and repeated the process, now hitting a wall, and then another, when you realize, you had him bouncing all over the room at vertiginous speed, starting to crack the walls and ceiling, the two of you left as spectators before his display of skill.

"Wait for it...wait for it" Yumeno keeps saying "Now!" He gives the signal, he gives you a little push and he jumps, half a second later and they would have been reduced to pure dust by the hammer. You feel the whole room shaking. But there was no time to lose.

You charge, with the irons you attack Takeshi while he was recovering, you hit his hand to try to fracture it, but he is fast to use his hammer as defense. But Yumeno comes from behind kicking his leg and making him bend, Takeshi manages to hit him in the stomach with a backhand which makes him bend over.

You take advantage and kick Takeshi in the stomach, the air escapes him, Yumeno continues with a kick to his side, but Takeshi still has strength to give a swing with his hammer.
Yumeno saves you from losing your head by pulling you down, at that moment he takes advantage and takes dirt from his pocket to throw it in Takeshi's eyekek, he is distracted for a second.
Impossible perfect opportunity, you kick his balls, this time you hear him scream in pain, you back off. Takeshi kicks the ground, raising debris, and with a lighter swing of his hammer given his distracted state, he launches the debris like a baseball player hitting a homerun, dodging is out of the question, blocking was harder, but still possible.

The debris collides with your iron made of magnetized sand, shattering into pieces with ease, followed by a blow to your chest. You are pushed back and crash into the wall. A strong heat runs through your chest, did something break?, is this what it felt like to get shot?, if not for your suit that came with reinforced materials, maybe you would have died or been left dying from that simple attack.

Yumeno, for his part, dodges it, although you saw him sweating from the effort, luck was fading as he faced someone of this level "Damn, he's one of the tough ones, I think he could even give problems to any of the three big ones" Comments Yumeno

"¡AGHH, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Takeshi complains "Attacking the balls?, that's manly!" He yells at you

Yumeno looks at him with a frowning face, until suddenly he smiles, as if an idea had come to him.

"Don't waste it, after all you have little time left" Says Yumeno

Takeshi looks at him confused.

"What are you talking about?"

Yumeno points at him "After all, your next sentence is"

"What are you talking about?, I'm going to beat you up"
"What are you talking about?, I'm going to beat you up"

"¡¿HUH?!" Takeshi is surprised, Yumeno predicted and repeated at the same time what the Yakuza said

An instant later, a portal appears in front of Takeshi. Sounding like a cannonball, Kaguya comes out of it at immense speed, giving Takeshi a double knee strike to the chest.

Takeshi barely moves a meter, his soles scraping against the floor, he ends up at the threshold of the warehouse entrance. Kaguya opens a portal beneath her, and falls next to you.

"Ouch damn...he weighs a ton" The white-haired girl complains "I almost broke my knees..." She complains, the fabric of her suit is torn, she puts her hand in and pulls out a piece of a knee protector, broken in two "It's hard"

Kaguya has returned!, although they didn't have much time to chat "Are you okay?" Kaguya gives you her hand to help you get up

"cough cough" Takeshi coughs "Argh, I'm--"

"You're wearing out my patience"
"You're wearing out my patience"

"¡¿HUH?, stop doing that!" Takeshi complains when Yumeno repeats his words again

Yumeno takes a small device out of his pocket...a remote "That seems like a good distance, why don't we end this with a boom?" Oh no "After all I have two big ones on my side--" He turns his head, but Kaguya had already grabbed you and you both went through a portal. "oh"

>>3786
>>115829
kekeo the explosion didn't do shit
Kaguya didn't feel like finding out what Yumeno was up to; she hugged you and jumped, passing through a portal.

A second later, a massive explosion shakes the entire building. Your ears ring, you hear people screaming and more sounds of fighting—but mostly...you feel something soft against your face. When you realize it, you see that due to how you landed, Kaguya’s prominent chest had cushioned the impact for your face.

"Argh... are you okay, Dan?" the white-haired girl asks as she recomposes herself. Then a blush forms on her face as she notices the position they ended up in. "Real smooth, Casanova, at least ask me out first." You both get back on your feet.

People scream in panic, debris is everywhere, and fire spreads through the area. Civilians and staff run for their lives, while in the background you see Kenfuku fighting Tsubasa... things have taken a turn for the worse for the contractor. You see blood coming from her lip, a cut on her forehead, and especially, large amounts of that black tar spreading across her torso. Tsubasa looks bruised, but is in better shape than her.

Things weren't looking good... until suddenly someone comes from behind and kicks Tsubasa right in the balls. He doubles over, his fedora is snatched, and before he can turn around to see his attacker, he's blinded by cigarette smoke and then blasted in the face with fire. He stumbles backward coughing and screaming in pain.

Looking closer, you recognize her as the same girl from earlier who was playing the slot machines. After that brief assist, she walks off out of sight. From another angle—visible to you and Kaguya but not Tsubasa—you see her kick a machine a couple times until it malfunctions and starts spitting out coins. You have no idea what she's gaining from this.

You get up and look toward the staff area—a chunk of wall had cracked open, with smoke and flames pouring out.

"Phew, glad I wore reinforced, fire-resistant clothes today," a few steps away, you see Yumeno, peeling off her burnt disguise to reveal more casual clothes underneath. Though singed, they look far more durable. "I expected something stronger, hmm... maybe I should’ve brought more clay," she mutters to herself.

And from the other end of the hall, you see Takeshi emerge from a hole, shaking fire off his clothes. You're not sure if the explosion had thrown him that far, or if he got there on his own, but you know one thing—the damage he took from that blast was minimal.

"Did we do a good job with those weapons, huh?" Yumeno says, looking at you and giving a thumbs-up.

Kenfuku glances over her shoulder. You see relief flash across her face when she sees both of you are okay—but she doesn’t have time to speak, as Tsubasa lunges at her again. Meanwhile, seeing Yumeno near you, Takeshi leaps toward your group, swinging his hammer above his head, ready to crush you both.

<Girlkaori
Physical: 1d100 = 87
Quirk: 1d100 = 8

<Kaguya
Physical: 1d100 = 85
Quirk: 1d100 = 84

<Kenfuku
Physical: 1d100+55 = 155
Quirk: 1d100+55 = 125

<Yumeno
Physical: 1d100+60 = 113
Quirk: 1d100+60 = 133

<Tsubasa
Physical: 1d100+40 = 123
Quirk: 1d100+40 = 84

<Takeshi
Physical: 1d100+85 = 105
Quirk: 1d100+90 = 176

>>115799I predict SBR is going to come out and end before the roleplay is over
https://youtu.be/qAGvQDoL5s4▾They discuss trivial things with Amelia, anime and V-Tubing, they seemed like such normal things for teenagers that it was weird that they had just been in a deadly fight moments ago.

"Azumanga is also fun, although I like Yotsuba more" Comments the girl, her trauma with board games slips away given your limited horizons in those fields, but you could see the desperation in her eyes when talking about mahjong.

The friends of Amelia arrive, the chubby one and the green one.

"Nice to meet you Hanan, thank you for saving Amelia, we would be lost without her, I'd rather keep her safe during training than the others" Says Mitsu

"Nice to meet you. Thank you for saving her" Hahari is simpler in her greeting

The food they ordered arrives, you order a large amount that rivals what Mitsu ordered, a small mountain of grilled meat and vegetables.

>"Who starts a conversation like that"

"She" Says Amelia "We couldn't get rid of an idiot in class" Amelia lets out a giggle, Hahari rolls her eyes

You answer the question about when Charlie knocked you out... which wasn't much detail, a hit and a black screen. But then you also comment on his idea of 'collecting information'. You were weak.

"You don't have to say that twice" Replies Hahari "They broke the ring twice and in two fights they almost killed each other. We know clearly who the 'strong' ones are from the first year" You don't understand that competition between schools "I think you misunderstand, we couldn't care less about climbing rankings or wanting to beat UA"

Amelia nods.

"You see, the tests to obtain licenses to act professionally are usually done between multiple schools, there will always be a loser for others to win. So the optimal strategy is always to go after students from UA, after all they are the ones with the most hype and popularity, it's easier to get information from them than from other schools"

Amelia continues "It's not that we want to beat UA, it's more that we want to win ourselves, and for that, we have to beat UA" Hahari finishes

"It's the same but with extra steps" Adds Amelia

"Suppose" Hahari shrugs

Amelia continues "In any case, those idiots who only hunt rankings couldn't be more unpleasant" Says Amelia "We couldn't be us, right?"

burp

Mitsu lets out a belch, she had finished all her bowl of meat in record time "Another one please!" She takes a napkin and wipes her mouth "Don't be so hard on her girls, I think Hanan is pretty cool. I couldn't be as aggressive as she is, she's UA to the t"

>>3783

>...
>..
>.
>Svet would be eating fish or she would think it was cannibalism? Technically she's not actually fish, she just has that appearance and according to the narrator, she was born human
>...Ahem
>while the other companions were about to get Motomu drunk and maybe get into trouble for making a minor drink.
>The girls were on their side taking advantage of the fact that it's not them who will pay the bill, they took the opportunity to have a good buffet of food on their table.
>She ordered a couple of chicken and meat onigiri along with chicken gyoza and a couple of extra sauces.
>She was about to start eating with the onigiri, until Svet started talking, which made her try to pay attention to her.
>But seeing that she, it didn't seem like she understood, or tried to avoid, the atmosphere they are in right now.
>She decided to play a bit with her food.
>Grabbing the gyoza gently, she stayed looking at Svet's eyes while she took a small bite to leave a slight hole, not enough for the filling to escape, but not so small that nothing of the sauce would enter.
>Or something more.
>Playing with the dumpling, she added a bit of sauce near the hole, not inside it but around it, then started to lick the sauce gently while maintaining eye contact with Svet.
>And after a few seconds and she reduced the size of the gyoza enough to put what was left on her tongue and finish eating the gyoza normally before letting out a nasal laugh.

-"Yes, it's quite delicious..."

>She formed a small smile on her face while speaking honestly at that moment.

-"We're sitting here, relaxing, after a long time waiting for a moment to be like this together and Svet, the last thing she would be thinking about right now would be school."

>She said while stealing a sip from Svet's soda and then putting it back in place, but that wasn't just an excuse for an indirect kiss but also an opportunity to get closer to Svet's fingers that were on the table and play with them a bit.

-"There's not much time left until your time at UA ends and you graduate as a good professional, after that it will be a bit difficult for both of us to be like this, so..."

>She leaned on her elbow, letting her head rest on her hand.

-"Why don't we get closer emotionally? Get to know each other more deeply, talk about silly things with the confidence that the other will laugh...I want to see the loose Svet...but...what was the Svet of years ago? That cute novice who, maybe, didn't know she would have the honor of being with a girl as beautiful as me, nyehehehe~"

>She finished laughing and took a bite of her onigiri, trying to completely change the conversation from a formal and boring topic to a more... affectionate one

>>3784
[doom]Tachibana Nazuna[/doom]

((("And you?")))

"I hadn't thought about using my surroundings; something Ukyo told me—take advantage of the place we're in for our benefit."

>She thought it was a good answer, though not as good as her partner's.

...

>Nazuna desperately wanted to take a bath, so hearing they were raiding a drug lab caught her off guard.

The boy wanted to object, but he knew he couldn't—heroes don't complain, they just act. At least, that's what's expected of him.

...
https://youtu.be/8dgEOYcxSYU?si=aLOlmV8cpQwcrkav▾
((("That's why it's a front. This place is open 24/7, but barely has any customers.")))

"Maybe they're using it to launder money. I saw it in a series—set up a business and clean the money they make from the black market that way."

((("So, you two go in through the front, act natural, I'll come in from behind. Distract whoever you find. If needed, use this." | "Any ideas on how to interrogate people?")))

>Nazuna shakes her head as she approaches the counter.

''"He said distract, not interrogate, so I guess that's what we'll do."'

>She whispers under her breath while approaching the man.

"Good afternoon, I have a question. Do you use gas-powered dryers? We've heard reports of strange odors and we're concerned about your safety."

>Nazuna leans on the desk with a smiling face, faking her nervousness as much as she can.

>>3787
>>3786
With all the force of his spirit, the boy proceeded to clash his metal bars against the hammer Takeshi was wielding with full strength. It's impossible not to feel his hands trembling from the impact of the two objects. Dan's expression is clear: he's clenching his teeth, his eyes filled with fury.

For now, resisting was his only option as he tried to find a way to evade that hammer. And that moment came when Yumeno caught Takeshi off guard, perfect timing!, the boy thought, quickly moving away from there.

The signs of exhaustion and fatigue on his face, along with his upright posture, are obvious. It's costing him to keep up, both in strength and skill... These guys were on another level compared to a mere stray dog like him.

At least he's good at jumping and dodging, right? That'd be the worst.

Yet, in that perfect moment, the boy launched his attack, all thanks to the teamwork he was pulling off with Yumeno. Obviously, his opponent wasn't just some random guy—he made things difficult by using the hammer again. The vibrational shockwaves from the impact were immediate, making his hands tremble once more upon contact.

...

In the end, he grinned with a roguish expression as his kick landed. He felt satisfied having pulled off such a feat. It wasn't his most honorable strike, but he was tired of the guy repelling and countering every one of his attacks. After being saved by Yumeno, he had no choice but to take more drastic measures—he didn't want to owe him.

"An eye for an eye, wouldn't you say?" he remarked, clearly indignant. He hates being called less of a man.

He deserved it for pushing me into this situation.

He braced himself for what was coming... Or at least tried to.

Takeshi's response was so instantaneous that he didn't even have time to adjust his two metal rods. He had no choice but to use them like baseball bats, but they didn't hold up long enough, instantly crumbling to dust by the end of that clash. Dan's body was on the verge of giving up under the immense physical strain this guy was forcing upon him. He clenched his fists and collapsed.

On the ground, he watched as Yumeno mocked Takeshi. The white-haired guy was all laughter, yet Dan's thoughts still lingered on Kaguya—Is she okay? But before he could even consider the worst, he was pleasantly surprised to see Kaguya reappear once again.

Genuinely, he smiled upon seeing her deliver that knee strike. Now one less thing to worry about... He felt joy.

Slightly, he blinked from fatigue. And when he realized it, she was right beside him.

"Of course... This is nothing," he said, taking her hand to get back on his feet.

His grip was strong, though his legs wobbled a bit as he tried to keep his balance. Jumping here and there, enduring the weight of that hammer—it was finally taking its toll. Honestly, he thought this wasn't meant for him.
...

For a few seconds, he was stunned by the deafening sound. His head short-circuited, remembering what he was doing when Yumeno caught him. Now he understood the purpose of that clay, those things were detonators: bombs. He immediately got up, grabbing whatever he could, and unfortunately, he didn't look carefully at what he was grabbing.

Soft and pleasant texture at the same time...

"I- I'm fine..." Was what came out of his mouth.

He saw that he had fallen on Kaguya's breasts, and that he was currently grabbing one of her breasts. His gaze remained fixed there for a few seconds until he removed his groping hand, then apologized and got up.

"Another time, I promise!" He blurted out in response to the proposition of going on a date... He was a scoundrel without a doubt, that's how he was.

...

The scene was not chaos.

He gritted his teeth in anger as he watched Tsubasa brutally beat the contractor. Inside, he wanted to jump in and start throwing punches out of helplessness at that guy.

But not all was lost, the girl he had lent money to landed a blow or two, taking advantage of the confusion. He wanted to thank her for what happened, to reward that gesture of help, but he didn't want her to be discovered, so he didn't exclaim her name or make a fuss. He just limited himself to drawing a smile on his face as a small thank you.

However, misfortunes pile up with Yumeno and Takeshi in the same scenario.

"I don't have an answer for that. I don't want them to think you're mine," he clarifies that this little teamwork was only possible due to how events unfolded. He was not comfortable collaborating with a traitor. "Kaguya, try to collaborate with Yumeno."

He was quite clear in his words. It's obvious he doesn't like what he just said at all.

He raised his finger to the sky and expanded the range of his Quirk to manipulate all the small metal pieces. It's obvious that his power wouldn't accomplish such a feat to move large quantities, but the small amounts he pulled would be used to trap Takeshi and Tsubasa before they could take their respective actions.

Furthermore, with the magnetized sand, he gathered it in his arms until he formed fighting gloves, and with the same sand on the soles of his shoes, he made himself slide on the floor. With the gloves, he got into a fighting stance, and dodged Takeshi's hammer swings to land a hook to the face... Or the stomach. He would be attentive to any mishap or countermeasure, to proceed with his feet, raising a kick at the hammer, preventing it from crushing or hitting him.

If it's not possible....

The boy would just try to connect the hammer blows with his protected hands, to wrestle and try to take the hammer away from him.

Q: 1d100 = 87
F: 1d100 = 1

>>3788

Thanks for doing what a person with any two fingers and a little bit of willpower in themselves and a little bit of honor on their spine would do.

Although considering the incredible handicap of not having the strength nor the great utility of a decent kosei in their arsenal, Hanan did quite a lot for what she is

-Amelia-

"We couldn't get rid of an idiot in the class"

-Hanan-

"Neither is it for calling her an idiot for free"

-Hahari-

"You don't have to say it twice"

-Hanan-

"...retract that..."


They explain things about having licenses, where some want theirs, and others lose them.

But she had doubts about that strange strategy to get her licenses to fight as professional heroes

-Hahari-

"So it's not so much wanting to beat UA, more wanting to beat them, and for that, you have to beat UA"

-Hanan-

"...and...why exactly UA?"

-Hahari-

"Because they are the only ones who can show-"

-Hanan-

"So that means I would be one of their options to win, easy, the only one without destructive power, a license easy and fast, I suppose that's one of the reasons why other schools didn't accept me"

She sighed a bit, she didn't know very well how those things worked, although she's not interested in getting as far as heroina anyway.

How is a quirk that makes people fall in love useful in battle?

-Mitsu-

"Don't be so harsh on her girls, I think Hanan is pretty cool. I couldn't fight like she does"

-Hanan-

"That's just...my head being hard to not throw away all my effort to get out, uh...of this"

She pointed at her clothes, just to then start eating forcefully almost without chewing anything, a bit angry because what she least wants right now is to start complaining about her damn life in front of every person she comes to know.

She's getting a bit tired of that

"Agh...damn...I bit my tongue"

She rubbed her cheek despite only biting her tongue trying to relieve the pain

"...for you, what does it mean to be a hero?"

>>3785
>Gwendoline
How is it possible that no one recognizes her? If she participated in Jane Eyre, in Macbeth, in The White Lady, in a thousand and one works of the most exquisite theater. She was just a step away from making the leap and becoming a star of the big screen, of being Scarlet in Wuthering Heights and Cleopatra in The Ten Commandments... But of course, her glorious future was stolen by an early death. From bitterness, she places the back of her hand on her forehead, tilts her head back and sighs.

Someone calls her. Finally, attention. Gwendoline, cheerful, looks at the overly lovesick man with the sound of his own voice as if to prevent him from speaking to her... That's how long the joy lasted.

"See-"

Now she understands why the man is alone and undoubtedly single. Yes, inside her mouth, the ghost is cooking a sharp, biting comment, the kind that takes your breath away. But fortunately a young man comes to her rescue. Gwen smiles with a conspiratorial attitude.

"Of course" She nods, then glances sideways at the businessman. "If you'll excuse me... It was a pleasure talking to you"

Her tone is dry, meaning there's no pleasure at all. She closes her eyes, turns her back, lifts her chin, and floats away to meet the young man. As soon as she has him in front of her, she thanks him for coming to her rescue.

"I don't need anyone to tell me how fabulous I am, I already know that" She says in reference to the older man.

In reality, she does like it when someone tells her, but sincerely. When someone praises you with the delicacy of a German machine gun, you lose all sense.

"May I have your name?"

The young man already knows his. It's not healthy for a conversation for one side to maintain such an advantage.

>>3793
Hey, nigga, quick question. I'd ask you in meta but you never show up there... What happened to Gwen's body? Can I use it like Shedinja for a comic I'm planning? Not sure if I'd have to desecrate her grave or something, but it'd be interesting.

Let me know if you care or if I should use the concept in another comic.

>>3793
You're saved from having to interact for another second with an egocentric millionaire old man and his artificial kindness.

"I can imagine it" Says the guy in response to your comment "You don't have to thank me...it's not that I'm sounding too political, but the old millionaires at these parties mostly carry bad vibes, and their attitudes don't help" He quickly glances back at the old man, who already seemed to have forgotten about you and went to talk to someone else "Degenerates" He whispers "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't to replace my grandfather...but anyway, I've talked too much about myself, I'm Clara, Clara Vitril, second year, class A at the UA, a pleasure"

He presses his left hand against his chest and leans slightly to finish his introduction. He quickly straightens up, having good posture.

"Among the other class delegates I heard about some of the course transfers, and I must extend my congratulations, not everyone manages to get their transfer to the hero course on the first try, that takes great merit" He starts walking while you follow, heading towards the snack table where the other young people were gathered "We can go there, they're not the easiest people...to deal with, but they're preferable to that man before"

They approach, the black-haired boy is the first to speak "And my dear delegate, returning triumphant after saving the princess" He says sarcastically "He, so the phantom girl of the Longbowtomb managed to get on the heroes' boat. Congratulations and that, also, I loved your role in Macbeth, although the primitive recordings wouldn't do much justice to an act of that level" Oh, a fanatic!

"Oh, Simon, I didn't know you liked theater" Says Clara surprised

"Of course I do, anyone who has half a finger in front and decency to call themselves refined must have a good catalog of fine arts studied and experienced...something that most of this party lacks a lot" He glanced around, also didn't seem to like the atmosphere full of CEOs very much "Simon Adler, not even the jewels of the British crown compare to the brilliance of my family" He points back with his thumb at the other two young people "And our quiet friends are the girl from the White family and the poor little Caruso, although his family is in prison so I don't know what he's doing here"

The last comment makes the blonde boy stick out his tongue "What I do here isn't your business"

Meanwhile, the black-haired girl stood next to Simon, she was easily a head taller "Who do you call a girl,?, neanderthal"more peaceful interaction of snow white

"Come on kids, what's the matter, don't they have manners?, there's a lady present" He gestures toward you, trying to annoy the other two, which works because they give expressions of anger

>>3789
"..."

A blush was gradually appearing on Svt's face, slowly spreading across the rest of her face as you continued your act of eating the gyoza seductively. In a short time, she went from being a blue piranha to a salmon, as red as she became.

"So uhhh...the food is delicious, uh?" She would occasionally look away, but eventually would meet your gaze again when returning the food "Yes, it's...rich." Her pectoral fins shook from the nerves rising within her.

>"The last thing I would be thinking about right now would be school."

"Yes...I think that was a really--" You took her soda for a sip, she looked at it, falling into the trap of the indirect kiss "--told."

You caught her fingers "Ehehe..." A nervous giggle escaped her, but she didn't try to remove your hand "Yes...this is my last year at school, three years have passed very quickly...although sometimes it felt longer."

You wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to her, to try and strengthen the bond between the two of you. For a second, Svet looked at you with her big yellow eyes, blinking, until she cut it off with a giggle.

"Ja...I'm still not sure if I'll return to my country or stay here, once I graduate." She confessed "I love my country, it's where my family is, and they did a lot for me to be able to be here at the UA. But here...here I met so many wonderful people...like, the UA classes, Agurri-sensei, Eri...you." She smiled "I can't imagine living away from them, I can't."

She took her can back, shaking it a bit with a movement of her wrist before taking a drink "It's funny, the me who started at school would never have said something like this...I should thank Eri, without her I wouldn't have been able to open up to others, she's a ray of light."

She smiled again and took a sip of her can, puckering her lips inward to savor it.

"I guess it's really just fate that I can be close to someone like you." She looked down, watching her food "This life is so...sacrificial, you risk everything of yourself, to be able to protect those who can't do it themselves, so that they can enjoy peaceful lives, so that they can enjoy--" She raised her gaze, making eye contact with you again "So that they can enjoy a moment like this."

She smiled, a small, tender smile.

"You're right when you say we won't have much time in the future...it's a bit scary, so much danger, so many challenges, even when you're not an official professional...it's overwhelming." She paused "But I think it can be bearable if you have someone by your side." Her blush, which had been fading throughout the conversation, reappeared on her cheeks "Do you have someone in mind that you don't want by your side?"

>>3790
Bullseye nods at what you say; that wasn't much of a feedback, but at least you didn't think you'd said anything wrong.

The next step was your first official mission. It might be too much, but you'd made it to the finals of the UA tournament, so it had to count for something.

...

They were already on location.

>Maybe they're using it to launder money

"That's also a possibility, but one thing at a time," the hero replies.

You and Ukyo enter the place to distract whoever was in charge. A simple excuse: investigate the dryers.

The orc suddenly stands up. "Uh? Well..." He takes a second. "cough cough" He clears his throat. "Well, no, we don't use gas dryers, we use electric ones. It's safer, even if they consume more... yeah." He looks like he's trying to hide his nerves, caught off guard by your sudden arrival. "And who are you guys?"

"Apprentices, obviously. You don't think Deku would come sniffing around a laundry for weird smells?" Ukyo says, letting out a laugh to ease the tension. "Do you mind if we check the place? Just to be sure, right?" Ukyo turns to you to follow him. "That way we can all stay calm."

"..." The orc doesn't laugh. "Do you have an order?"

Ukyo looks at you. You pull out the paper; you had full judicial authority to snoop around.

"Fine, check. But you won't find anything strange," the orc says.

Ukyo leans in and whispers, "So we pretend to look for something, then we ask if he has a basement. I think that's enough time for Bullseye to show up. "

It sounded like a plan. You spent about five minutes checking the washing machines. Absolutely nothing. Then you asked if you could go to the back.

"Back there are just the bathrooms and a storage room. Nothing important," the orc says.

"No basement? Maybe the smells are coming from a leak in a pipe," Ukyo says.

"There's no basement," the orc replies.

Ukyo looks at you, the look saying "we got him."

"Sure? Because I think I'm hearing something on a floor below."

"I don't hear anything, and I told you, there's no basement."

"Well, I do hear something. My quirk gives me really good hearing, and I'm hearing... something very loud. And it doesn't look like washing machines. Any idea what it could be?"

The orc frowns, steps closer to the archer, grabs him by the clothes, and lifts him off the ground. "Listen, you little brats, don't try to play smart with me--"
https://youtu.be/bYCGMbYN-WA▾The boxing-glove arrow hits the orc right in the nape, and he goes cold. Ukyo hits the floor, pinned under the 100kg green mutant, straining to keep him from crushing her. You lend a hand to lower him to the ground.

"Good work," Bullseye says. "The back has a small, discreet system of tubes to vent gases, but not so discreet—it's definitely the weak spot. Leave him back in the chair; if anyone comes, he'll look asleep."

You help Ukyo move the orc back to the chair, then head to the back—a small storage room that used to hold soap, bleach, a bucket, and a mop for cleaning the floors, though there was a small patch of bare wall with nothing obstructing it.

Bullseye eyes the naked wall thoughtfully, tapping it with his bow. "Ukyo, do you feel anything?" he asks.

"Yeah, this wall is thinner than it looks. There's something behind it, maybe..." The archer steps closer, poking around. There's a section of the wall that protrudes slightly; he gives it a pull, and like a sliding door, the wall yields and opens, revealing a staircase leading downward.

...

They descend carefully, both archers with arrows in hand. At the bottom, the lights glare into their eyes, and industrial smells hit their noses.

A laboratory—an industrial-scale lab with all the components I took chemistry, don't ask for details about thiskek. In one corner, several metal barrels connected to tubes were transferring a dark, murky liquid.

"This explains the noise..." Ukyo says. It didn't sound particularly loud once you were in the place; you suppose someone with such sensitive hearing would find it more annoying.

At the end of the room, after finishing the stairs, they see him moving flasks and calculating materials, shackles around his ankles bolted to the floor. He didn't look like a willing participant; his face showed hope in ruins—a gaunt, broken man.

"..." Ukyo stares at the man, eyes wide with shock, unsure of what to do.

The man notices them and backs away a few steps, frightened.

"Don't worry, we didn't come to hurt you. We want to help," Bullseye says, trying to calm things down, but the shackled man still looked distrustful.

>>3798
>>3791
https://youtu.be/wQJDaNXZ2As▾The explosion leaves you shaken on the floor, so much so that in search of something to lean on you end up grabbing something too soft; later they'd deal with that over coffee, but now they were still in the middle of the fight.

"Uhh, you're such a downer with your senpai" Yumeno lowers his head, acting like a wet, miserable dog "But it doesn't matter, you still have my seal of approval, a real deal hero" He gives you a thumbs-up again and smiles, his teeth so white they glow

>"Kaguya tries to collaborate with Yumeno"

"ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ" kek Kaguya looks at you with a face that says she didn't want to get close to Yumeno, she looks at him again, the white-haired guy is still giving his approval sign, Kaguya scrunches her face in disgust again "Uh, if we must..." She finally accepts

You expanded the range of your quirk to gather as much small metal as you could; you were going to slow down the Yakuza as much as possible to give your allies more opportunity. Also to get back into close combat with a good pair of reinforced gloves.

They barely dodge the hammer, the ground cracks, the whole place trembles, the cracks spread across the floor and trap the furniture, making it fall and get ruined. Kaguya looks at you again and signals to team up once more.

Yumeno goes first, he lands a hook on Takeshi.

The orange-haired guy swings his hammer, but by the time he finishes (which Yumeno dodged) he notices it was slower than usual; the large amount of metal you stuck to him did its job.

A portal opens, Kaguya comes in with a dropkick to the back, which barely moves Takeshi; he lets out a quick groan. Quickly, Kaguya pushes off again using Takeshi himself as a platform to gain distance. You come through another portal and land a direct hook to his face; the metallic sand sinks into the Yakuza's face, causing small lacerations. However, he doesn't give up, he tries to swing again, but Yumeno comes in and chops him in the throat, stopping him momentarily.

"I'll take the lead!~~" Says the white-haired guy

You retreat through Kaguya's portal, regrouping again. Takeshi and Yumeno end up in a small exchange of blows, mostly Yumeno dodging, but there's a chance: the white-haired guy takes off his jacket and uses it to blind Takeshi.

The Yakuza uses his hammer to attack, but Yumeno was coming from the other side and lands a hook right in the liver. Takeshi grits his teeth; even if it was just for a second, it worked.

Kaguya opens her portals, she comes from behind and kicks the back of Takeshi's head; you come from the other flank and hit him in the stomach. He was vulnerable!

Three against one might not be called very heroic, but right now they weren't in the mood to worry about honor details. They see the opportunity and all three start beating Takeshi with everything they've got, punches, kicks, etc. But he stays firm, not out of willpower, genuinely it was hard to move him; he was much heavier than he looked at first glance.
You try to wrestle the hammer away from him, and that's when he sees his opening.

Suddenly you felt very light, like when you float in the water relaxed, like you were a feather, and in the next moment you see the ceiling approaching dangerously close to your face.

No, the ceiling wasn't approaching, it was you. When you grabbed the hammer, Takeshi jumped hard, and you had no time to react. When you realized and let go of the hammer (by the way, no longer feeling so light), you were still carrying all the momentum, and you were about to crash into the ceiling and get turned into puree.

You're lucky to have Kaguya as a partner; a portal opens and you go through it. In a blink, your perspective readjusts, and you're caught by Yumeno.

That left you dizzy; it made you want to vomit, almost as much as the fact that Yumeno was touching you.

"Close one~" the white-haired guy lets you go.

Only then do you notice Takeshi was jumping again between the ceiling and the walls, looking for his chance.

"After that, I'd say he has a quirk to manipulate weight or density," Kaguya mentions, sticking close to you while watching Takeshi keep jumping.

"The moment he gets close, I'll smash him into his friend" Kaguya whispers to you while making a circle with her finger.

"Good idea" Yumeno breaks your personal space to butt in on the exchange, and Kaguya looks at him again with disgust.

...

Things improve for Kenfuku; the opening the gray-haired girl gave him allowed him to land a combo of punches on the Yakuza, but he was tough as nails, especially with his quirk. Everything made of carbon with Kenfuku's quirk was consumed by the black tar and vanished in an instant. At least the contractor managed to regain her balance and protect herself so her main body wouldn't keep getting filled with that black stuff, but the tar kept growing and growing, and who knows where it would take her once it consumed her entirely, like what happened to Kaguya... Kenfuku didn't have a transport quirk to return like the Shiketsu student.

Although he had balanced the scales, Kenfuku was stuck in a stalemate, and he was still at a disadvantage due to Tsubasa's quirk effect. The gray-haired girl hadn't done much after kicking one of the machines; it started spitting out money, and... the money had vanished. You swear you heard a faint https://youtu.be/uiBkqnBh-B0▾ cash register sound when you realized it.

The girl doesn't approach again, but you see her glance at the fight for a second. He gritted his teeth; Tsubasa clicked her tongue in annoyance, and for a second, you think you see the tar covering Kenfuku shrink in size.

<Chicakaori
Physique: 1d100 = 87
Quirk: 1d100 = 35

<Kaguya
Physique: 1d100 = 16
Quirk: 1d100 = 91

<Kenfuku
Physique: 1d100+55 = 153
Quirk: 1d100+55 = 117

<Yumeno
Physique: 1d100+60 = 74
Quirk: 1d100+60 = 107

<Tsubasa
Physique: 1d100+40 = 94
Quirk: 1d100+40 = 92

<Takeshi
Physique: 1d100+75 = 161
Quirk: 1d100+85 = 156

>>3792
>"So that means I would be one of your options to win"

"N-No, you stay calm" Says Amelia trying to calm the waters "We wouldn't go against you"

"Not now, at least" Adds Hahari

Amelia looks at her with a raised eyebrow, annoyed.

Hahari continues "It wouldn't be fair to attack an ally, you know, you have a pass"

Amelia runs her hand over her face "Ugh...please stop talking"

"No thanks" Replies Hahari, making a grimace that could pass as a smile

The chubby Mitsu flatters you for your value, although for you it wasn't a big deal.

"No say that" Says this one "Whether it's tenacity or stubbornness, having all that value is something admirable...I couldn't do something like that on my own...we are very dependent on others to fight, always trained in teams, alone I couldn't do that" Confesses

You take note and don't elaborate much on your condition before you start eating, Hahari and Mitsu get confused and Amelia explains what you're eating and you burn your tongue.

"Ohh...sounds tough" Says Hahari

While you finish eating, Mitsu gets her second course and leaves it halfway as you ask them your question.

>"For you, what does it mean to be a hero?"

The three of them stay silent, your question catches them off guard.

Amelia laughs quietly "What is this, a questionnaire?"

"The money" Answers Mitsu without hesitation, still eating "Well, not that much, but yeah, but no" Swallows, then continues "Well, as I say, it's not that I want to make myself look special...but as a child my family was poor for a long time, and we went through a lot of hunger...it's not something nice. If I become a heroine, I could have all the money necessary to help my family, and anyone in need so that they don't have to go through hunger anymore. A hero is the one who helps those in need"

"Wow...Mitsu, I didn't know that about you" Says Amelia "That's, very noble of you"

"I prefer not to answer" Says Hahari, adjusting his hood "Don't take it the wrong way, but I don't want to be going around revealing things about my life, who knows who you could tell it to"

"Stop that" Says Amelia "We aren't in Ketsu, you can lower your commanding attitude to everyone"

Hahari shrugs.

"You're impossible" Amelia shakes her head "Well, I guess it's my turn...I don't know, I don't see it that philosophically, to put it that way. Sometimes you're lucky to be born with a good quirk, if that's the case, you have to be responsible with how all the others, and for me the best way to exercise that responsibility is using it to do something useful, whether being a rescuer, a hero or whatever you want"


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>>3798
kek cited by error

>>3800

-Amelia-

"We wouldn't go against you"

-Hanan-

"I wouldn't have a problem with that either"

The succubus said as she shrugged her shoulders, she really didn't see much of a future in that confrontation, unless she resorted to her companions, whom she didn't even know yet

-Hahari-

"Ohh... sounds tough"

-Hanan-

"...yeah... I can only say yeah..."

She rubbed her cheek until she couldn't feel the pain anymore, then continued swallowing peacefully while the others answered her question about what being a hero meant to them.

Mitsu's reasons are a bit noble at one point, but not that close to the succubus's vision, but there's really nothing wrong with the pretty chubby girl's intentions, it's just a job after all, but one where you can have different intentions than just seeing it as a nice job

-Hahari-

"Don't take it the wrong way, but I don't want to go around revealing things about my life, who knows who you might tell"

-Hanan-

"I wouldn't trust a girl who doesn't show her face either, no problem."

Amelia also stated her intentions, none of them seem to have bad thoughts about being a hero, although none of them approach her vision, they are not bad visions in general.

-Hanan-

"I think a hero doesn't depend on whether you were born with a powerful quirk or none at all, I think a good hero is someone who would try anyway... I guess... putting themselves in the way to try to help the other... even if it ended up hurting you in some way..."

She remembered at that moment when she helped Sarah and Abel back then, if that had gone wrong she would have ended up in jail...

"Even a hero would help the villain, to try to save them from themselves if there's a possibility to do so, I've seen heroes being cruel to villains who really weren't worth going to that extreme..."

She took almost her whole plate into her mouth and swallowed it before continuing to speak.

"There are bad people for reasons beyond their control, others because they are naturally that way... knowing how to differentiate who is who and acting based on that, I think that's what a hero should do"

check those trips
>>3797
Alpyr

>She was just playing around a little with Svet, trying not to laugh while watching how her senpai was almost collapsing from the nerves she's been having, Alpyr was having fun.
>But that's not quite it, she's just as nervous, maybe even more than the fish, Alpyr can act like a top and likes to take the lead, but in reality she's just been lucky that the people she's been dating are a bit less dominant than her, giving her a little space to make some daring moves.

I can't imagine living away from them, I can't

-"Awww...that's pretty nice, but who says we can't visit them sometimes? nyehe"

>Yes, she said "we" naturally, not "she", "we"

In order to enjoy a moment like this

-"Even the smallest moments of beauty have to be cherished, after all, that's a bit of what life is about"

>With some smoothness helped a little by the impulse of game, she slid until she was lying beside Svet, supporting her head on her shoulder.

Doesn't your heart have someone in mind that you don't want by your side?

-"Hmmmmmm"

>Bringing her finger to her chin, pretending to think too much, with a silly smile to end with a nasal laugh.
>Bringing one of her fingers to Svet's cheek, gently caressing her scales while talking.

-"Quieeeeeen saaaaabe, maybe I want to have some people accompany me during my life"

>She started playing with her fingers, jumping from Svet's legs

-"Maybe one of those people is right in front of me, with her red hair like the rubi, who seems to dance while she moves so fluidly in battle"

>Little by little moving up, getting close to Svet's lips.

-"With her hypnotizing eyes and so reliable, just looking at them makes you feel safe with her"

>Where she would wipe a little of the food that was stuck on her.

-"With some scales that I'd like to caress a little more..."

>Taking the finger with the food that Svet had stuck, starting to taste a little more of it while looking into Svet's eyes, Game began to form a sentence in front of her, showing her a small but daring message to her senpai.

_-"With a scent that I would like to share one day"-_

>She laughed a little while the message was there, for a few seconds just to see how the Russian fish would react.
>After that she continued eating for a few seconds, clumsily, in a very clumsy way that really seemed like she did it on purpose.
>Hmm...if this narrator didn't know Alpyr, he would think she did it on purpose...
>She did it so boldly that she put her hands on her head to look like a fool, it was another of her games.
>A little of the sauce fell on her shirt, but it was so little that you could really just wipe it off with your finger right there and it wouldn't leave a stain.
>It was so insignificant, but it was an excuse.

-"Oh how silly...should clean this up quickly"

>It really doesn't matter anyway, even if it leaves a stain, no one would ever notice.

-"Will you come with me for a moment to the bathroom to fix this?"

>But that's a good place to avoid someone interrupting their little moment, she doesn't want one of her drunk coworkers to come in unexpectedly and bother them.
>It's her little moment, who knows if something like this can happen again in the near future, maybe she can't throw all her cards here, but at least she'll make the moves she can.

>>3799
He wasn't amused by that at all... Still, there was no worse option than letting those guys get away with it. By this point, he had to set aside his pride, even if it meant biting his tongue until he spat blood—he was proud to the core. Did he have any other choices? At a glance, it didn't seem so. He glanced again at the events unfolding around him, realizing the rival duo held the advantage, and once more broke into a sweat from the pressure, completely soaking his forehead.

Anxious, he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Too many emotions for one day, but with the certainty that this was what he had to do. He nodded, and with two or three steps, played along with his partner—or rather, charged in to immobilize Takeshi. The young man's breathing was clearly labored from exhaustion and nerves. Obviously, right? One mistake, and it's game over—these guys weren't playing around.

Moving quickly and carefully, he anticipated his opponent's response. It was complicated; he worried too much, staying alert to Takeshi's movements as he did his best to repel and dodge those hammer strikes.

He joked about the situation, despite looking overwhelmed and wearing a brittle smile.

"Using hammers is in bad taste—can't you use your own body?" Following that provocation, the boy clenched his fist, signaling for fragments of sand and tiny metal pieces to cling onto Takeshi's flesh, anchoring his legs to the ground. In short: unable to make any quick movements for the moment. Seizing the chance, he unleashed an enraged flurry of punches, revealing the boy's wildest side. "THIS ONE'S FOR UA!" he shouted. And, with the grace of a gorilla, he landed his punches while his teammates executed their fabulous maneuvers—of course, he stepped aside to deliver the finishing blow.

Unfortunately, not everything would be honey on pancakes...

The slightest contact with the hammer caused his body weight to dissolve, floating upward like a helium-inflated balloon.

Confused, he looked behind his back just as his body shot straight toward the ceiling. His mouth fell open in an O, his eyes popping from fear. He'd lost control of himself—or rather, he was so light that no kicking or struggling could stop or alter his trajectory. In the end, he failed to seize the artifact, having dropped it immediately after flying off like a feather caught in a full-blown gale.

"Damn it...!!"

His back was about to crack against the concrete or rock slab. His last option was to completely flip his body, curling into a ball with arms crossed over his face—a way to protect himself from the impact.
However, this never happens...

"Thanks, Kaguya!" He said after being absorbed by the portal. His body started gaining weight again, until it felt almost normal—or at least, that's what he'd hoped. As his feet touched the ground, a strange sensation hit him; he nearly lost his balance, almost tripping, and mild nausea confirmed he was suffering from dizziness. Dan's face shifted from its usual tan to pale white from discomfort. Disoriented, he even jumped slightly when he noticed Kaguya standing close by. In the end, he cracked a joke about the situation. "I'll end up owing you my life—with interest... Je Je *Je."

He tried to lighten the mood. Though he suspects this might actually be Takeshi's Quirk.

"I've got it... But after that, could you open a portal right near his legs? I've got a plan so we can all attack again: I'm gonna bury them!"

Immediately, he used his hands to shove Yumeno away—actually ended up throwing him. He didn't feel well enough to carry the burden, but not before the white-haired boy had heard his plan. He tried to take deep breaths—inhaling and exhaling—despite the dusty, smoky air around him. It's funny, because the moment he inhaled, he started coughing violently, as if he had tuberculosis, all thanks to the atmosphere.

He glanced sideways at the girl and Tsubasa. He'd finally figured it out... Now it was clear. He began gathering all his magnetic sand, along with coins from the slot machines and other small metallic objects nearby.

He waited patiently for Takeshi to charge at him again. With the metals he could control, he reshaped them into combat gloves, now reinforced with coins to strengthen his attacks—even though this was merely bait for Takeshi. But taking advantage of Kaguya's portal, the boy would send a stampede of sand and small metal fragments through a consecutive portal to catch them off guard, then trap Takeshi and Tsubasa inside a single cocoon, where his sand would suffocate them second by second until crushing them completely.

Nevertheless, he wouldn't forget about the little gambler. A trail of sand would rush to the rescue... This moving fragment of sand would take the form of a serpent that would tear apart or devour any tar on the girl's limbs—or even on her contractor, if possible.

Q: 1d100 = 53
F: 1d100 = 73

You were in your element, making Svet slowly unravel with your little jokes and teasing insinuations. Each word or playful touch was like a spell chipping away at her defenses—no one unfamiliar with her would believe this fish girl was a member of the Big Three.

But as she loosened up more in the conversation, she began returning to a calmer state. Or at least, that's what she wanted to appear like.

>"who says we couldn't visit you guys every now and then?"

"That's trrue...but that brings its own set of difficulties. Even for a herroro, moving between countries is complicated. At least we can enjjoy this moment."

>"(...)moments so small, yet so beautiful(...)"

The specific use of the word 'beauty' hit like a truck to her self-esteem—and in the good way. It made your senpai shrink into her seat; her lateral fins twitched again from the nerves she'd struggled so hard to suppress, now returning with greater force than ever. Her scales shimmered in the light of the place, while her fingers left her food and fidgeted with a napkin as she tried to look away, embarrassed.

"Hehe...d-do you rrreally think I'm beautiful?" She let out a small "Oh!" when she saw you slide over to sit beside her, leaning on her shoulder. "Hehe, what's wrong? Getting sleepy?"

You took your sweet time answering her earlier question, stroking her scales gently before replying. Your touches made her wrinkle her nose slightly, letting out a nervous giggle.

"Hey, stop it, that tickles~" said Svetlana, chuckling a bit, shifting her head slightly—but not pulling away completely.

Your fingers then traveled down her legs, hopping playfully. Her pupils followed the movement, and for a moment, she bit her lower lip. "..." She tried to hide it, but her sharp teeth were too large not to make it obvious.

And then came that part—your description. That slow, bold, poetic one, seeping into her pores, into her skin. Word by word, her eyes widened more and more.

Svet exhaled—a simple sigh that seemed to carry a ton of doubts and burdens she'd carried for years.
Her fingers trembled slightly over the napkin she still held.
If it hadn't happened before, the atmosphere had now changed definitively—the rest of the restaurant fading behind you two, even as Jacky brought over a funnel to help Motomu keep drinking kek. Right now, it was just you and your senpai in that corner.

Then you add the final touch. You wipe a leftover bit of food near her lips, bring your finger to your mouth, and taste it shamelessly, eyes locked onto hers. Svetlana doesn't know where to hide or how to escape.

"I-I... Hey, that piece of gyoza was mine, hehe," she says, unsure how to respond to any of this.

Then Game arrives, forming a message in the air, sealing everything with a golden touch.

>"With an aroma I'd be delighted to share someday"

Svetlana opens her mouth to say something—anything—but only a small, choked sob comes out before she can think of words. Her gills flutter again.

"Oh come on Alpyr, y-you can't play with my heart like this," she mumbles, clumsily covering her face with one hand—though through the gap between her fingers, you can see she's wearing a dopey grin. "You can't just say something like that so suddenly, you have to warn me at least..."

Then you cap it all off with the grandeur of your calculated clumsiness—a small sauce stain on your clothes that could've been wiped away easily.

"Oh, don't worry, I've got more napkins here," says Svet, probably believing your 'accident' is genuine.

>"Can you come with me to the bathroom for a sec to fix this?"

"Huh? Why to the ba—" Svet stops, processing your words again, blinking a few times. "T-the bathroom... t-together?" she repeats aloud, as if needing to hear it a third time to process. It's like her brain short-circuits—her mouth opens slightly, forgetting to breathe, and you notice her gills twitching under her clothes, searching for air during a high-sea emergency that doesn't exist. Once she properly reboots, she answers in a low voice: "If you need me... I can go with you." She gets up from the table, still nervous, and waits for you to lead the way.

As you walk together down the hallway toward the restrooms, the noise of the dining area fades behind. It's just the two of you now—no one could interrupt them at the worst possible moment.

Upon entering, the bathrooms are empty, and importantly, clean—looking like they'd just been cleaned. There, in the calm and solitude now shared between you two, Svetlana quietly mutters: "Do you play like this with all the girls?"

It wasn't an accusation. It sounded more like her insecurities speaking for her.

They had ganged up on Takeshi three against one — not even someone at his level could easily escape a situation like this.

The hits kept wearing down his strength, and with every blow more sand clung to the orange-haired guy's body.

The instant you make contact with the hammer, everything flips upside down — in a blink you're about to crash into the ceiling, and in the next your teammates pull you to safety.

>"Guess I'll owe you my life with interest..."

Kaguya smiles. "Before talking about debts, we need to win the game first." Along with the plan to make him collide with Tsubasa, you add the possibility of covering both of them with your sand. "I like that."

"Me t—fine!!" You push Yumeno away so she doesn't interfere.

"No, keep her close. I need her to time my portal properly," Kaguya says. "You've got better reflexes — skip the details and just give me a signal when to use my quirk."

"Got it, just trust me." Yumeno gives a hand signal 'ok' to confirm.

You take a breath and start coughing from the dust in the air, noticing what the mysterious girl helping Kenfuku was doing, so you give her a small assist while preparing yourself for Takeshi.

After stealing a bit more momentum, Takeshi lands on the ceiling, his legs bending and cracking it, finishing his jump at full power — the section where he landed explodes, sending debris flying inside and outside the building.

Yumeno pinches Kaguya's cheek as a signal kek

So fast — you barely have time to catch his furious expression. You wouldn't stand a chance replying to an attack like that, but it's not necessary. The moment Takeshi leaves the ceiling, the portal starts forming right in front of you. He has no way to change trajectory midair.

By the time he realizes it, his shocked expression is already neck-deep into the portal, then shoulder-deep — and when you hear the scream, he's already crashing into Tsubasa at the opposite corner of the room.

"Fuck!" You hear Takeshi curse.
"It worked!" Kaguya cheers. "Dan!" She makes another gesture and opens another portal to your sand.

"Damn it, get off me!" Tsubasa complains. "Watch out!"

Your sand bursts from Kaguya's portal. The two yakuza were ready to dodge, but Kenfuku joins forces with you—his carbon mixes with your sand, and together you fully immobilize the two criminals.

"Arghh!" Takeshi, with raw brute strength combined with his Quirk, starts breaking through the restraints. He'll break free quickly if you don't act. Meanwhile, Tsubasa begins covering himself and Takeshi in tar to slip free from the bindings. The black sand serpent slithers and leaps at him, biting his arm and crawling toward the tar.

"Aghh!" Tsubasa cries out in pain.

The serpent tries to devour the tar, but no matter how hard it attempts to 'consume' or break it, the tar instead starts devouring the serpent—and the rest of your bindings.

"Stay still and surrender!" Kenfuku doesn't hold back, reinforcing his carbon prison by wrapping them in shackles to subdue them.

Meanwhile, you see the gambling addict girl clutching her head as if in pain. A second later, the tar covering Kenfuku shrinks and completely vanishes.

"It's our chance, move!" Kaguya shouts, ready for another one-sided beatdown. "You too—huh?!"

Kaguya turns to speak to Yumeno... but the white-haired guy has vanished without a trace.

"That Schwuchtel bastard!" Kaguya exclaims, muttering a word you don't understand.

"Later! Right now we need to finish this!" Kenfuku yells. They had to keep their eyes on the objective.

<GirlKaori
Fisico: 1d100 = 8
Quirk: 1d100 = 44

<Kaguya
Fisico: 1d100 = 31
Quirk: 1d100 = 60

<Kenfuku
Fisico: 1d100+55 = 148
Quirk: 1d100+55 = 129

<Yumeno
Escaped

<Tsubasa
Fisico: 1d100+35 = 133
Quirk: 1d100+40 = 53

<Takeshi
Fisico: 1d100+70 = 162
Quirk: 1d100+85 = 93

>>3801
The bustle of the small restaurant continued as a constant background murmur, with the occasional clinking of plates, bowls, and the soft music on the radio that barely managed to compete with the conversations of the few customers coming and going.

>"I wouldn't have a problem with that either""

A drop of sweat forms on Amelia's brow from your comment, she sighs "Ayy, why do I even try?" She brings her hand to her head.

Your tragic past leaves Hahari speechless...and after that, you ask the three girls about their motives and reasons for being heroes. Hahari refuses, and the other two at least give indications of being good people, although they didn't quite align with your definition of what a hero is.

A hero who helps even if it causes them trouble, someone who knows how to identify those who truly need help from the real villains. You finish your plate quickly, surprising Hahari (who opened her eyes slightly) with your appetite, which was rushing to rival Mitsu's.

Silence fell for a few seconds among them all after your words, as if what was said needed its own space to settle.

Amelia was the first to react, relaxing her shoulders slightly. She rested both elbows on the table and clasped her hands.

"That was...deeper than I expected for a casual lunch," comments the girl with bicolor hair, though a smile she showed revealed some sincerity. "I can't imagine doing something that would land me in jail, but... I get it. If you truly believe in something, sometimes you have to take risks to make it happen."

Mitsu, who had been absorbing every word you said with an attention she rarely showed, let out a long "hmm" while scratching her chubby cheek. "I think you sound like those heroes from old movies... what are they called? Idealists? N-I don't mean it in a bad way, you sound like Deku or All Might, that's great!"

Hahari's eyes meet yours, even she manages a small smile. "I don't want to say I'm surprised because... well, everyone there is a weirdo... but I also have to say I was surprised by that frankness."

The afternoon breeze slipped through a poorly closed crack in the windows, bringing a small chill that ran down Amelia's legs, making her adjust her skirt as she muttered "brrr..." before returning her focus to the conversation.

Hahari continues, "It's not like there are many heroes who think or preach that... it's hard to live like that, you have to be able to back up your words. I don't know how much it helps your life expectancy, but if you're serious, I think you'd live with few regrets, that's admirable."

"Wow, Hahari spoke more than two words in a row, you're a miracle worker Hanan," says Amelia, laughing.

Hahari lets out a small grunt, pulling her hood tighter to try and hide the slight blush that forms on her cheeks out of embarrassment.

>>3796
>Gwendoline
(Clara... Peculiar nombre para un chico)

It's true that with the hair dye and the nail polish he looks effeminate, but it's compensated by his code of conduct and his attention span. The ghost gives him a smile and takes his arm... Or at least, that's what she tries. She slides her hand as best she can and stays floating by his side, very close, like a knight escorting a princess. Clara must surely feel how her arm is falling asleep.

"I would like to be modest, but is it not expected that exceptional people achieve exceptional results?" She comments on her entrance, and allows herself to be led towards Clara's group of friends, where the short and apathetic one recognizes her. Gwen's eyes light up, but she takes a deep breath (?) and calms down, understanding that maintaining her posture is essential in society. She looks at Simon. "Theater is timeless, but I agree... A lot of the essence is lost without being surrounded by an amphitheater. Still, it's a relief to meet someone who knows the old drama... But I have a question, why are you so small?"

Gwendoline is not usually delicate and compassionate with people. Besides, she's quite sure that boys in her time used to be taller. Simon seems like a child!

She greets the others, introducing herself with her full name. In case no problems occur, she would stay with them for the rest of the night, getting to know them and talking about how she defeated two of the most dangerous villains in the country.

"And then the one holding the knife froze in fear and admiration before my figure, but pity is a word that is lost from my vocabulary when I face evil... I don't know who was the wimp who made the electric chair banned, but very badly, very badly"

Although sometimes she let out strange anecdotes...

"Once I performed in Berlin, all the high society of the time attended to see me, and I allow you to feel envy, because I met the chancellor of the king in person... A very conscious and educated man, he pointed to manners. Tragically I died and couldn't keep up with his achievements, I trust he went far... That said, his paintings were horribly mundane"

>>3804
Alpyr

Hehe...do you think I'm beautiful?

-"Hmmmm...why wouldn't I believe that hmm? Who wouldn't see that the girl with amber eyes is quite beautiful?"

>I let it slip naturally as she approached and started to play with her a bit, laughing as I heard the little sounds she let out occasionally and when she tried to stay firm against Alpyr's toy.

Oh come on Alpyr, n-no can you play like that with my heart

-"Hehe~, seems like I caught someone by surprise"

You can't say something like that so suddenly, you should at least warn me...

-"If I warned her, it wouldn't have the same impact, when you want to say something with the heart you have to let it out like that"

>She said before preparing the worst lie and excuse of all just to be able to be sufficiently calm in a place, so that no one would come in surprise to bother them at that moment.
>Which worked, taking her hand, they both went to a safe place, which in this case was the bathroom of that restaurant.
>When they entered, I let Svet go first, to put a piece of game that would lock the door so that no one would come in surprise, let the other diners be, Alpyr wants her little moment of happiness with one of the people she loves.
>She went to "clean" the shirt, pulling it a bit to adjust it enough, inserting game between the stitches to be able to slightly modify her shirt.
>And create an improvised neckline.

-"We need to give material to the lady for tonight..."

>She whispered, but at the same time not so softly that it could be heard slightly.
>Turning to look at Svet again just as she was speaking.

Do you like playing like that with all the girls?

-"Hmmm, well, I only do this with the girls I really admire"

>He approached a bit closer to Svet

-"What emotionally attracts me"

>He approached even closer to Svet, close enough to whisper the last part to her ear.

-"And what sexually attracts me, and casually...you're the first one who fulfills the 3"

>Hugging her, taking her by the waist, bringing her closer to her, converting game into a base that she would use to prevent Svet from having to bear the weight of Alpyr when she also hugs her with her legs at that moment, lifting slightly to be face to face with her and having her hands on Svet's face, gently caressing her.

-"Who wouldn't believe that this face is one of the nicest things here"

>She started to gently caress Svet's entire face, she really doesn't need much more, a hug and a nice company is something that satisfies Alpyr.

-"I would have liked to do this in a more dignified place, but this is what we have"

>She brought her face gently close until it collided with Svet's face.
>Gently bringing her lips closer.
>Until kissing Svet's nose.
>Then her left cheek.
>Then the right.
>Then she looked into Svet's eyes, pressing her forehead against hers again just to say.

-"I love you, even though you already knew that, but I still wanted to say it"

>She brought her fingers to Svet's lips, just to ask one more thing.

-"Can I?"

...


. . .


..........


La sucubo thought to herself that what she had just said had killed the potential new friends, of cringe

Her thoughts remained doing a temporary stretch that seconds turned into hours of uncomfortable silence, which gave her time to imagine a life if she hadn't even accepted the nurse's help and avoided opening up socially at any moment

-Amelia-

"That was...more profound than expected for a casual lunch"

-Hanan-

"A..."

-Mitsu-

"I think you sound like those heroes from old movies...what are they called? Idealists? N-No, I don't mean that in a bad way, you sound like Deku or All Might, that's great!"

-Hanan-

"Hopefully I have the strength to match all that...which would be difficult...maybe impossible..."

-Hahari-

"...I don't know how much it helps your life expectancy, but if you're serious, I think you'd live with few regrets, that's admirable..."

-Hanan-

"...thanks...I really...appreciate your words"

She put her hands on her head, scratching her thoughts about what Hahari had said, while the others laughed a bit about why she had opened up a little...

"..."

She didn't like that, but since it's really just a minor thing, she couldn't say much.

"I think it's not fair that only she risks opening up a little..."


She thought of only one thing, which terrified her quite a bit, but she felt it was safe enough to do it, maybe, nothing would happen, maybe if they just do it for a few seconds.

She started to grab her hair, beginning to style it to take it out of her hood, it's long hair, so it wasn't too complicated.

"It's the first time I've let someone see this, but emm...I've never had someone tell me if my hair looks good...so...emm...it's a bit tangled...I never imagined someone would see it...but...I think it has...no idea...emm..."


The black color with slight dark purple tones, she approached timidly to the small group risking fucking that maybe her hair would also be an attractor and essence robber strong enough to do something to them.

But it's not her skin directly, it's just hair, maybe...just a little, if they do it quickly maybe they'll be fine and nothing will happen.

"just...don't take too long..."

"well... it's not like heteromorphic mutants like me have much luck with romance, the dating pool is usually quite limited"

your persistent advances finally break through the small barrier your senpai had put up to protect herself—through a foundation of compliments and playful flattery, you've reduced one of the most promising heroines into a squealing, flustered little bundle of shyness and contained affection.

"he... my heart" she says, looking at the ground

shortly after, the greatest trick and deception of the 22nd century takes place, and you manage to get your intimate, uninterrupted moment with your beloved senpai in the bathroom.

"hey, having someone who admires me feels—" but her words cut off as you move closer, finally whispering into her ear and cutting off any thought she might have had at that moment.

svetlana froze completely. for a second, as if her nervous system had shut down. her breathing was short, restrained, as if even the slightest movement of air could shatter the tension that had formed between you.

svet looked at you, her amber eyes now seeming clearer than ever. she felt vulnerable. but at the same time, cherished.

a slight tremble in her lips was the first thing to move.

"...d-do you r-really mean it?" her voice was barely a whisper, full of emotion despite how hushed it sounded. her hands wrapped around you too, clumsily making their way through your clothes to grip tightly onto your back, searching for something to anchor her, as if she feared it might all be a dream. she shut her eyes tightly, her cheeks flushed all the way to the tips of her fins. "are you sure you want me? i smell bad, my scales keep shedding, my skin is oily, my teeth could prick you and—and—"

you finish pulling her in, closing your legs behind her back, facing her eye to eye and giving her a gentle caress. her eyes grew glassy as her hands gripped your shirt tighter.

> "(...)this face is one of the cutest things around here"

"ha..." a small sob escapes her. "you really know how to win people over, i like that about you"

you move gently, pressing your forehead against hers. the piranha was burning up, and her temperature seemed to rise even more as you continued your display of affection.

"look at what you're doing~~" svet lets out a small laugh. "after all this, you're not giving me any other choice but to reciprocate. i like you too. maybe it was silly trying to avoid it..." you bring your fingers to her lips; she pulls her head back a few centimeters in surprise. "ha, of course you can. b-but fair warning—fish are partially cold-blooded, so... stay very close" she says, trying to flirt with that obvious lie, accompanied by an awkward little giggle. "haha..."

then svetlana closes her eyes, lips slightly puckered in anticipation of your response.

with all the care in the world, you lean in, giving her that first kiss—a soft one, barely a brush against her lips, like someone trying not to scare a sea creature at the shore.

svet responds awkwardly, stiff at first, but her body gradually yields, leaning closer, leaning against you, letting herself go without fully releasing that timid tension she carries. and as the seconds pass, she relaxes more, loosens up, becoming more pliant.

maybe it wasn't the right place, but after such a long time, both of you could finally allow yourselves the freedom to... enjoy and live in the moment.

>>3807
https://youtu.be/ulplqXTp4R0▾Clara's arm trembles slightly, then goes numb from the cold of your touch, but she doesn't utter a single complaint or comment.

>"But isn't it to be expected that exceptional people(...)"

"Well, you're right about that—the UA has more than its share of exceptional individuals, so it's no surprise you achieved those results."

You were walking with the rest of the group, and as you stepped aside to talk with Simon, Clara took the chance to shake some feeling back into her numb arm.

"Yeah, it's a shame. Have you thought about coming back? I'd love to see you perform in person if possible—I'd pay good money for that," says Simon, until you hit him with a low blow—literally, given his height. "Oh, that? Yeah, I'm a bit short my ass measures 1.60 but I don't let it bother me. I'm already pretty damn amazing on my own. Insecure about my looks? That's loser behavior." Chieko cries in the corner You couldn't quite tell when his overflow of arrogance shifted into genuine confidence or vice versa, but he seemed very sure of himself.

You introduce yourself to the other two, and the blond boy is the first to respond.

"Aurelio Carusso." He gives a small bow, gesturing as if to take your hand and kiss it, though he refrains from actual contact for reasons already known. "Though I'm embarrassed to admit I'm not very familiar with your artistic past, it's a pleasure to meet someone truly refined."

"And now we see someone falling prey to social norms~~" says Simon, glancing at the girl with black hair, clearly trying to provoke her.

A vein pulses on the girl's forehead. She looked ready to snap and scream, but there was a force stronger than any villain—social norms. If she caused a scene or failed to follow proper etiquette in introducing herself, she'd ruin her reputation and her family's. Oh, the horror.

"Snow White, of the Whites—owners of White Inc., the genetic research company," she grits out between clenched teeth.

"She's also part of that trio of problem students in third year. Such an adorable girl, our dear senpai, right?" Simon shovels more coal onto the fire, trying to enrage her further.

"Pleasure," Snow finishes, barely holding back her fury as a vein continues to throb on her forehead.
Once settled in their little corner, no problem seems to arise, and with the stage at hand, you recount your fiery battle with the villains.

"That was very brave of you, such courage is worthy of admiration" Clara has nothing but praise to give you for the distorted version of events you told

"Heh, a knife fight in an alley, sounds like London" Says Simon

"Pfft, I wouldn't have let them escape" Murmurs Snow White

"So those are the villains who attacked Class A... they don't seem like much, they sound like cowards" then Aurelio's ego was somewhat repaired after Sirk's beating

> "I don't know who the weakling was who banned the electric chair(...)"

"You can say that again, I still don't understand how this country still uses the gallows, like Nintendo, they like to be behind on the things that do matter" Says Simon.

The rest of the group, which was 80% foreign, agrees, and Clara, who was Japanese despite having a foreign name, coughs somewhat uncomfortably.

"Sometimes I wish I had been born in that era before quirks to experience that boom in the arts" Says Simon "Then I remember that they had poor life expectancies and it passes me, imagine dying of polio or needing an iron lung"

"I partly share that sentiment" Says Clara "Not about the... polio, but I couldn't go out much as a child due to my illness, I wish I could have traveled the world and seen those kinds of things like you did, Gwen"

"Germany is nothing special, their food is a horror" Adds Aurelio

"How did you die, by the way?" Asks Snow White "And what is... the functioning of your quirk for it to have 'activated' a century later?" She inquires, with genuine curiosity, feeling strange to see a non-furious expression on her face.

...

For a couple of minutes now, a strange fog had begun to permeate the room, and according to them, it was for a small act that was approaching.

"This smells horrendous" Says Simon, covering his nose "I don't know what kind of expensive incense they use, but they should have stuck with dry ice or used a smoke machine"
At the far end of the hall stood a double staircase, at the top of which appeared an elderly man being wheeled in a wheelchair. You had no idea who he could be, but most people seemed to recognize him and turned, raising their glasses. Simon and Snow looked equally clueless, the latter coughing from the irritating fog.

"He's the party host," Clara clarified, trafficking rhymes. "He's Mr.—"

https://youtu.be/bdjxBg55mRk?t=2s▾The man pushing the elderly figure interrupted everyone by pulling out a weapon and firing at the ceiling. Panic spread throughout the room.

https://youtu.be/ypxOIUXzn_w▾Through the entrance stormed a group of armed individuals with covered faces, accompanied by large, long roots that seemed to move on their own. The same kind of roots began emerging from other doors inside the mansion.

"Everyone on the ground!" one of them shouted.

Was this a kidnapping or some kind of hostage situation?
You looked at your companions—Simon and Clara seemed surprisingly calm, Snow wasn't paying attention at all and was just staring at her phone, while Aurelio genuinely looked worried.

"Great timing..." said the blond.

"You think security can handle this?" Simon asked Clara.

A guard approached the armed intruders, hands extended—seemed like he was about to use his quirk or something... but nothing happened. The armed man struck him in the face with the rifle butt, knocking him out cold.

"You can't expect much from these guys," Clara replied, rolling up her jacket sleeves. Her skin looked as delicate as the rest of her features, though you noticed a few small scars. "We need to be fast. We can't risk stray bullets, or worse, making them aim at us instead of the civilians—if there's no other choice."

"You take the old man up there, and I'll handle these guys down here?" Simon said, rolling up his sleeves too. It was incredible—within five seconds, the students were already switching into hero mode to save the day. No wonder they were your senpai. "You can help if you want. It'll look good on your records," he said, glancing at you and Aurelio.

The other guests began panicking as they were shoved against the walls at gunpoint. Then someone entered through the door who stood out—a young man with his face uncovered, and behind him clung... a woman? She seemed like a woman—'seemed' being the key word—actually just a mass of roots and vines shaped into that form. By process of elimination, he must have been the quirk user.
"Looks like it's in charge if it has the nerve to show its face," says Aurelio. "We just need to take down that one."

"That's the spirit," adds Simon, clenching and then opening his fist—"...huh?" He stares oddly at his hand after the gesture fails to produce the expected result.

"On the ground, I said!" Someone approaches, pointing a rifle at them.

"What's wrong, Simon?" Clara asks, urgency in her voice.

"My quirk isn't working..." Simon replies, worried.

Clara's eyes widen in shock. She flicks her wrist, then her expression turns grim as she confirms she can't use her quirk either (or so you assume—you didn't know either of their quirks to begin with).

"Shit..." Aurelio mutters, staring at his hands. You figure he must be in the same boat. You glance down—the fog now creeping up past everyone's ankles. "It must be that thing."

So that was it. Curious. You don't feel any different. Maybe being a ghost and not breathing saved you from inhaling the noxious gas.

"Now what?" Aurelio asks.

"With or without quirks, we could still take them down bare-handed," says Clara, raising her hands as the armed kidnapper draws closer. "But now it's harder to keep civilians safe. Let's play along for now."

"What a blow to my pride... oh well." Simon doesn't complain much and raises his hands too. Aurelio follows, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

The kidnapper reaches the group and focuses on Snow, who's still on the phone.

"Didn't you hear?" Snow doesn't respond. The man slaps the phone out of his hand. "On the ground!" he yells. The others slowly obey. Snow doesn't budge. The man turns to look at you. "You too, huh..." He seems briefly confused about how to handle you—could you lie down like the others? How exactly was he supposed to deal with a floating person?

While he hesitates, Snow glances at you and gives a subtle head nod toward the man, as if saying 'do something.' Did he realize your quirk still worked, or was he just talking without knowing?

roll{2d6}

>>3798
[doom]Tachibana Nazuna[/doom]

>Nazuna remains silent for most of the interrogation, letting Ukyo shine, he seemed to be better at these kinds of situations than him, after all he wasn't the type of person who talked too much and Ukyo at least knows what to say.

Nazuna at that moment took a step forward ready to finish off the orc, he now had a reason to put this guy to sleep, they didn't have enough information and he feared for his partner's safety, so he rushed a bit.

>However, before he could even activate his quirk, the arrow flew and hit the orc in the back of the head.

(((“So fast, I didn't even see it coming, this guy really earned his name in stealth missions, you can tell the difference between us simple students and a professional.”)))

>He adjusts his gloves, sighing a little, then lightly slaps his cheeks, he didn't react in time to prevent them from grabbing Ukyo by the shirt, so he helps him up.

“Ukyo, my apologies, if they had attacked you I wouldn't have acted quickly, it won't happen again, I promise.”

…

(((This… This smells like my farts… My sweat also stinks a lot…)))

>Nazuna blushes remembering that he smells like sulfur when he sweats.

>He snaps back to reality and chases after his companions from behind, knowing that with these two by his side he only had to worry about always preparing to attack, so he prepares to react at any moment.

Nazuna's face contorts in annoyance, it was one thing to be a villain, that, although a terrible decision, was yours, but forcing others to do your work? That's for idiots.

“Melt the chains.”

>Nazuna advances and touches the chains carefully, starting to heat his hands until he melts the chain.

“Done, you're free, are you okay? Do you feel bad? Do you need anything? Any relevant information about this place?”

(((“Enslaving another human being is for scum, this is personal now.”)))

>>3809
>>3806
>"I wish I had the strength to match all that(...)"

"You don't need to be an invincible superman to put all that into practice, don't get discouraged," says Amelia.

Hahari's words fall heavily on you, in a good way, leaving you thinking for a bit, which in the end led you to expose your hair.

For a moment, none of the three said anything. Your hair fell over your shoulders like a heavy curtain.

Mitsu was the first to react. She let out a soft "Woah!" and clutched her chest as if her heart had skipped a beat.

"Your hair is really pretty," she said in a thin voice, then added more confidently, "I mean, I'd want hair like that! Or like Amelia's shade! I swear! But my mom won't let me dye it. Does it give you a... mystical vibe? Can I touch it?"

Before you could decide, Amelia nudged Mitsu gently.

"Don't be so hasty, you don't just ask people that. And my hair is natural," Amelia says. She then turned to you with a softer expression, "It looks really good, seriously. I like that color, it's unique, I think, like you."

Hahari, for her part, tilted her head with mild curiosity. She leaned forward slowly, as if examining a strange animal.

"I didn't think your hair was that long, for starters, I thought you were bald. That, or I figured you were more the... practical type. Short hair with blunt ends or something like that," she commented with neutral honesty, with no intention of mocking.

"Hahari!" Amelia scolded her under her breath.

"What did I say?" Hahari asked.

A small silence followed. Not an awkward one, but one of those that settle between people who are starting to understand each other. The restaurant noise continued, now softer due to the hour.

Hahari pulled up her hood, adjusting her hair, and reached out to a strand of yours. "Excuse me," she announced, and took a lock of your hair. "Yeah, it's tangled, but it's pretty, quite silky for being hidden under so many layers of clothes, I would have imagined it greasier."

"Well, I say it suits you even if I can't see it well to confirm," Mitsu says. "I have a comb in my bag, if you want I can help you untangle it, I'm very good at it."

"I don't think this is the place, nor do we have the time," Amelia says.

Nothing happened, they didn't laugh at you. No one fainted or lost their mind from looking at your hair... although Hahari did make a small grimace and let go of your hair.

Before you can say anything, she hurries to change the subject. "I recommend changing your shampoo, for your hair type, Saga Mankai would suit you better," Hahari says.

"Shampoo aside, I feel a bit flattered that you felt comfortable enough to show us your hair," Amelia says, leaning back against the chair. "I mean, we fight together and all, but it's like a different kind of trust, you know?"

Maybe it was true, but you weren't used to that kind of recognition... or to being treated so normally.

"That's the nice thing about making friends!" Mitsu says with renewed energy.

Amelia smiled, amused, and took out her wallet. "It's getting late, if we don't hurry we'll miss the train, are you coming with us, Hanan?"

>>3812
"A little help..." Ukyo says, holding the orc, until you lend a hand, apologizing for not reacting in time "Oh, don't worry about it, you already did enough carrying me back there in the test. You can get them next time" They let him rest in the chair, and advance to see what the place hid

...

They go down to the secret basement, the smell of chemicals being too familiar to you, Ukyo covers his nose "Ugh...smells like a station bathroom...or onions"

Upon descending, they find the poor man trapped in this place and doing the yakuza's work. Bullseye proceeds with caution, but you don't mess around with that, you go straight to action.

You approach, the subject still looked scared, but he didn't have too many places to go, you get as close as you can to his ankles and use your quirk to start melting the chains. Magma forms in your palms and glows with a slight orange color as the temperature rises, until the chains give way to the heat and melt.

You had freed him.

> "Done, you're free, are you okay? Do you feel bad? Do you need anything? Any relevant information about this place?"

He stares with wide eyes, looking in your direction but not really seeing.

"The intention is good, but you're going a bit fast, take it easy" Bullseye says, placing a hand on your shoulder, now he addresses you "We're heroes, you can trust us. What's your name?"

The subject looks at them, swallows, and tremblingly replies "Taro..."

"Nice to meet you Taro, I'm Bullseye, and these are aspirants learning with me, we're going to get you out of here, can you come with us?"

Taro nods.

"Alright, let me help you" The hero approaches and lets Taro lean on him to walk "¿How did you end up here?"

"I tried to scam them...it wasn't a good idea"

"Sorry to hear that, are you hurt?"

"Tired...and hungry"

They approach the stairs, Bullseye continues.

"I'll have them bring you a hamburger at the hospital, what exactly were you doing here?"
"Manufacturing his drug, the trigger, I didn't hear much... but they need it for a war or something, like I think there are many more people"

Bullseye helps him up the stairs, Ukyo and you follow, the former looking at least impressed.

"Wow... he really has a way with people if he needs to" A pro hero in action "Tch... what an annoying place" He cleans his ear with his finger, as if that would improve his hearing "I can't hear anything and filtering out so much sound is impossible"

"Thank you very much..." Taro had started to apologize, he turns his head back to look at both of them, to look at you "Girl, thank you, thank you very much..."

"What do we do now?" Ukyo asks

"Call the police, have them shut the place down while it's investigated, go back to base to file a report, and then take another case while we have time" Bullseye replies

"Well, at least--" https://youtu.be/WYJ0N1JiYEI▾ Ukyo suddenly stops halfway up the stairs "W-Wait!" He speaks with urgency in his voice "There are voices upstairs... someone else came"

"Details?" Bullseye asks

"Well..." Ukyo squints his eyes to concentrate "It's a woman... and she's angry at the ogre for falling asleep, uhhh, something about a sales quota, and-and she's coming this way"

"I see... Nazuna, with me. Ukyo, take him back down" Bullseye instructs as he separates from Taro and passes him to Ukyo

He takes out his bow and prepares three arrows.

"As soon as something appears, shoot at the lower extremities until there is certainty about the opponent's strength, incapacitate and avoid damaging important veins"

With anticipation, they watch the top of the stairs, waiting for someone. Until she appears, a woman with purple hair and piercings, wearing a long black trench coat with red details.
They made eye contact, she showed no expression, nothing more than raising her hand.

"Now!" Bullseye shouts the order and releases the string of his bow

<Bullseye
Physical: 1d100+45 = 47
Quirk: 1d100+45 = 139

<Kirila
Physical: 1d100+70 = 167
Quirk: 1d100+70 = 100

>>3814
[doom]Tachibana Nazuna[/doom]

Nazuna wanted to tell him he was very stupid, but she preferred to remain silent, after all the poor guy seemed to have had a very bad time, he had already paid for his stupidity, who knows what they did to him here.

She puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you okay? You should use something that regulates how much goes in and out, like a device, or is that not possible? Something like those producer headphones.”

Nazuna just scratches her neck with some pity.

I follow Bullseye and stand next to him, my hands tremble slightly, I grip them tightly, then I raise my gaze again and see the woman Ukyo was probably talking about.

I quickly raise my arms and magma shoots out towards her feet, this thing is heavier and harder than people think, the heat is a massive plus in destruction, but the weight causes ugly contusions.

>Nazuna's plan is to slow the woman down by filling her feet with the woman.

(((“The burns should immobilize her along with the weight…”)))

Physical: 1d100 = 49
Quirk: 1d100 = 18

>>3811
>Gwendoline
"Before a professional career, I first need to graduate, don't you think?" She comments and looks away, twirling one of her white, ethereal curls with her finger. The reality is that she's worried about starting to perform without knowing how to control her powers 100% first, or embarrassing accidents would happen. Gwen looks back at the group as the remaining ones introduce themselves, courtesies exchanged. "Oh, you were a sickly child... But you look so, so healthy now" she says to Clara, showing a little smile and fluttering her long eyelashes. Yes, Gwen is flirting... And thinking about how she'll make Hinata and Rosalía jealous if she gets a boyfriend while they remain spinsters.

Faced with the question of her death, Gwendoline crosses her arms and lifts her chin, clearly indignant that such a delicate topic for her is being inquired about.

"That's the kind of question you should never ask a lady."

Is the mist surrounding her a reflection of the sorrow in her heart? It smells bad, so no. Gwendoline thinks her sorrow would smell like withered lilies, a faint and sad tickle, a memory of the splendor that once shone brightly.

"The stars that shine in the night sky are just ghosts, light like the memory of a childhood kiss in a past May, a reflection of the fire long extinguished... Beauty refusing to be forgotten in a celestial cry. Cosmos, those tears are yours, not mine! But there's a bit of me among them" she comments with closed eyes and hands crossed over her décolletage. She wants to think she's presenting a dramatic image.

Gunshots and threats explode. Gwendoline gasps in surprise.

"I didn't expect a halftime show..."

Perhaps it's not a show, there are scared people, and the group of youngsters is already thinking about action. But something happens, their quirks don't work because of the mist. Gwen doesn't feel any change; lacking lungs is an advantage.

A kidnapper comes and smashes that mind-control device called a cell phone. Good. But now he asks her to lie on the ground. Gwen waves her hair with one hand.

"At another time I would refuse... But you have such an attractive voice! I don't understand how you waste your time committing crimes when you could be earning millions on a stage. Anyway..."

Indifferent to Snow's gaze, Gwendoline drops like a leaf slowly settling on the ground, though rather than lying down for protection, her pose looks like someone ready for a magazine cover.

The ghost waits for the kidnapper to go supervise other hostages, at which point she turns to the boys and asks them to wait for the signal.

"I'll try not to take too long." And what is the signal? "You'll know when it happens."

That said, she turns invisible to search for the smoke machines with the intention of getting inside them and sabotaging them somehow. She once heard of a girl with a quirk very similar to hers who used CRT televisions to transport herself. Electronics and specters always produce entertaining effects!

Or so she hopes...

F: 1d100 = 23
Q: 1d100 = 3

>>113075
>Amane

She blinked twice, stunned to see them both actually considering her idea for at least a moment, the light almost leaving her eyes thinking she had said something stupid until the moment they agreed to investigate the city's sewer with her.

("A-Ahh---... Ahh--... Did I just help a professional Hero?")

Her legs almost gave out, before she slapped her fleshy thighs and stood up, puffing out her chest.

...

She descended with a firm step down the old iron ladder, the echo of her boots resonating in the darkness, and upon releasing herself, she landed on her feet in the middle of the underground void. The hatch closed behind her with a dry, metallic creak, leaving behind the last sliver of light from the outside world, and the air immediately changed: denser, more humid, laden with rust, stagnant moisture. She was extremely grateful she had asked for an air filter for her retractable helmet. She just had to hide her cleavage again, although her suit suffered for a moment before managing to fasten over her chest.

>"It must be here. Can you make light with your plasma, Amane?"

-Eeeeeeh....

There definitely had to be methane gas here. The idea of activating her Plasma and causing an explosion under some innocent bystander's house didn't sit well with her. Instead, she pressed a button inside the ostentatious helmet to activate the flashlight, adjusting the power so as not to blind the professionals.

-Ahem, Is this okay?... --She asked somewhat embarrassed.

The tunnel opened up in front of her like the throat of a beast. Curved concrete ceilings sweated moisture, old pipes exhaled warm steam, nothing she didn't expect. What disgusted her the most were the rats, making her jump from one place to another depending on where they came from. She took a deep breath, going to her happy place while accompanying Will of Fire, following the trail of destruction deeper into the passageway.
They had already descended hundreds of meters by this point, the fact that such an immense place was used to shelter people from AFO's destruction sent shivers down their spine, more so because they were being used against the population. Not even the unexpected --or perhaps not at all unexpected-- mention of their sensei in relation to this labyrinthine tunnel system stopped them from accelerating their pace even more than before, using their powers to ionize the air around them to fly through the corridor. But, in the distance, they heard something, their Plasma immediately dematerialized before they hid behind the first thing that caught their eye, concealing their figure behind several boxes scattered throughout the facility. To say they were accustomed to technology would probably be redundant, but what they were seeing chilled them to the bone, it wasn't the same feeling as seeing a bionic arm or a human with technological prosthetics.

>Years of work, and 1 Billion dollars down the drain!

They clenched their fists, jaw tightening in anger as their gaze swept over the remnants of human experimentation, possibly the ground zero of the attacks that occurred today in Yokohama.

<"What the hell are they talking about...? D-do they understand what they're doing?"

Like a geyser in their stomach, anger erupted from the depths of their being through the ionizing air around them, their eyes changing from hazel to emerald as Daiki established what had already crossed their mind.

The fluorescent lights flickered like an exploding star, their boots crunching on broken glass as they advanced, normally their smile was warm, but not this time, the icy expression on their face didn't seem to belong to them. It took barely 0.1 seconds to react to the sound of their boots and the flash of light, by then the space had already been torn by their Plasma, multiple blades of pure light creating several arcs and leaving trails of light behind, their cores glowing red-hot, the monstrous temperature deforming the air around them. For a fraction of a second, the face of the first monster was split vertically, the plasma entered through the exposed brain and exited through its jaw, piercing flesh and bone as if it were mist, the subsequent arcs of light fiercely reduced them to chunks of scorched rotten flesh on the ground before they even touched the ground, not even letting a scream escape what remained of their deformed vocal cords. Their heavy breathing slowly regaining stability as the Lightsabers float around them, their eyes fixed on the man with their figure slightly illuminated.


1d100 = 19


1d100 = 89

>>3813


...hmmm

Really there isn't much to describe here, since even the succubus was cold from so many compliments she didn't ask for and that she was just letting herself be shown something she didn't want to show to many people just like Hahari showed a bit, but the way they now seem to think she wants compliments or something, although really there wasn't much to say here and there.

-Hahari-

"I didn't think you had your hair that long, to begin with I thought you were bald."

-Hanan-

"kek, I mean, heh, it's the first time I've heard something like that"

Letting out a laugh at that unexpected comment she let the others touch her hair and say their comments about it.

-Mitsu-

"I have a comb in my bag, if you want I can help you detangle it, I'm really good at it"

-Hanan-

"E-esta bien...like Amelia said there's no time and also...I don't want to do it...I don't have a reason to show it and I only take care of it enough so that it doesn't rot or harden, after all...nobody is going to see it"

She said scratching her neck while sighing and preparing everything to be able to leave the place

-Amelia-

"I mean, we fought together and that, but it's like a different kind of trust, you know?"

-Amelia-

"I mean, we fought together and that, but it's like a different kind of trust, you know?"

-Hanan-

"Well...you are the second people with whom I have interacted for a good time that aren't my family...apart from...sarah...cof"

She tried to change the subject quickly to avoid being questioned more about that name since she assumes the others don't really know about that

"P-pero seeing that they didn't react much maybe I can be a little more comfortable with you...maybe you don't have any attraction to women so maybe I'm not so nervous, or no se hehe emmm...'

-Amelia-

"It's already late, if we don't hurry we're going to miss the train, will you come with us Hanan?"

-Hanan-

"Of course...but before we part ways...c-could we change numbers on the metro?"

>>3816
You had a few things to say about Taro, but it wasn't the right time to kick someone who was already down. The information he provides ends up being much more useful.

>"I wonder if someday we'll be like that"

"It's the idea, isn't it?" Says Ukyo with a certain sarcasm, until you mention her problem with her hearing "Nah, I'm fine, I can regulate it myself without any problem, I wouldn't like to lose my hearing and be surprised to avoid a hassle. Although I should practice filtering frequencies...but I'll see if Ketsu's lab can do something like your idea"

...

Things were going so easy, but everything had to eventually turn for the worse, the Yakuza woman appears from the top of the stairs, the three exchange glances, Bullseye shouts the order, and almost instantly, the three attack.

The woman extended her hand and you can see as parts of her face and hands separate from her, but not in a grotesque spectacle, what came out of her skin was, paper?

Bullseye loaded three arrows, you shoot your magma to try to immobilize her. The paper separates from her in long sheets that fold and stick together, until forming what seem like large conical spikes.

The attacks collide with each other, they had great power, but once they collide, the weight of the magma and the natural advantage of the heat against the paper leave their attack short.

The first arrow of Bullseye is caught halfway by the paper, it explodes into a incapacitating foam and stops the projectile. The second one in a net that does the same. And the last one is dodged by the woman with a flick, the arrow hits the wall, and explodes into a smoke screen.

"cof cof" The woman coughs, and retreats

"Move, Ukyo!" Bullseye loads more arrows and shoots, manipulating their trajectory these make a perfect 90-degree turn and head towards the upper floor of the laundromat, filling it with more smoke.

"Being in a bad position, we alter the terrain to force a change"

They hurry up, returning to the upper floor, with more space to move.

The woman with purple hair was floating in the air, maintaining momentum with some large paper wings, and with a single flap she dispersed all the smoke. Your hair flares up against the strong wind. The orc was hidden behind the counter.

"Are you aware of who you're messing with?" She asked

"Yes, that's why we came here" Says Bullseye loading more arrows

"No one interferes with our production without consequences" While saying this, several papers started to separate from her body and swirl around her "No pathetic heroes or brats are going to mess with the sharks"

"Pssst" You hear a whisper, Ukyo peeks from behind where the stairs were, arrows loaded and ready to fight

"Let's take her outside, we're not going to fight under her rules, she wants us in a closed space" Comments Bullseye

https://youtu.be/nWOyUDcbJoo▾
<Ukyo
Fisico: 1d100 = 48
Quirk: 1d100 = 63

<Bullseye
Fisico: 1d100+45 = 57
Quirk: 1d100+45 = 76

<Kirila
Fisico: 1d100+70 = 125
Quirk: 1d100+70 = 115

>>3815
>"I barely even notice this is reciprocal"

"Come on... stop making fun of me. You're going to make me feel worse"

Svet's face was still completely red as they exchanged kisses tenderly, your senpai clinging to you as if you were going to slip out of their hands.

Your displays of affection moved down to their neck, causing a slight tremor when your lips brushed against their gills.

"Hey... my gills are sensitive" They took your right hand. "Be more care--"

You captured their right hand, giving it a small kiss. They first managed a small smile, but their mouth opened into a small 'o' of surprise when you licked their fingers. They glistened with the saliva you had left, and they didn't know whether to laugh, tremble, or throw themselves to hug you again.

"How gross~~" In the end, they settled for a small giggle, giving you little taps on the shoulder. "Is it fair to leave me like this?" they murmured, barely raising their voice. "I can't go back like this..."

Their amber eyes spun as if trying to recalibrate their brain. They felt the playful tug on their lip, your nose rubbing against theirs, that final Eskimo kiss that finished melting any defense they still had left.

They were silent for a second, processing what you had just told them.

>"Should I keep calling you Svet-senpai... or from now on should you be... darling~?”

Svet let out a small, nervous but sweet laugh, and hid their face in your neck for a moment, murmuring against your skin.

"Well... 'Senpai' is fine as long as we're in public... in private, call me whatever you like"

They pulled away a little, looking you in the eyes with a mixture of affection and that spark of confidence that was beginning to emerge from behind their shyness.

"Th-that's enough... if you keep this up, you'll have to sleep in a fish tank" They joked, trying to regain some control of the situation, although their hands were still intertwined with yours. "I don't know if we can continue with so much freedom in my dorm room back at UA"

Then they looked towards the door, as if remembering for the first time in minutes that they were in the restaurant's bathroom.

"We have to stop..." they said between choked laughs. "At this rate, someone's going to kick the door down... and I don't trust those two getting drunk either... what was her name?"

They stayed a few seconds closer to you, not moving, as if their body disagreed with their own words. Finally, they sighed deeply and leaned in to give you a kiss on the forehead.

"It's not that I want to leave..." they whispered. "But I don't want to go too fast either" They spoke again, now with a calmer gesture. "We should continue another day, in a more... romantic place"

With that, they smiled again. And they brought their fingers to their mouth, and sucked on them for a few seconds before withdrawing their hand and wiping it on their clothes.

"Open the door?"

...

Upon leaving and trying to act natural to avoid drawing attention, they are told that the food had already been paid for, and in the alley next to the restaurant, they find Motomu vomiting in a trash can.

"Cheer up, you made it to 35 in one sitting" Jacky says. Motomu only responds by shaking their body as they expel more bile. "Next time you should double that number!"

Ayumi is standing to the side, drinking tomato juice from a carton and using her phone. When she notices them, she winks and makes an 'ok' sign with her hand.

>>3817>want to rise up from Clara among all husbands ayyy kek, this is gonna be fun
"That's true, but I don't think you'll have any trouble achieving it, right?" says Clara, slipping in another compliment. "A 'debut,' so to speak—such a promising start already paving the way for great things ahead. You should have more confidence."

With the little group, introductions are made, and Clara subtly reveals her past health issues—you were flirting with her. "Well, my grandparents were a bit...overprotective; however, I was convincing enough to get them to let me enroll in UA." She doesn't seem to catch your hint. "By the way—"

"And look at him now, my dear class rep is strong as an ox," says Simon. "From a pretty, frail face to a pretty face with defined muscles."

Clara continues after the interruption. "By the way, Gwendolyne, I noticed you have very pretty eyelashes—how do you do it?"

The conversation carries on, and Snow asks about your death, which offends you.

>"That's exactly the kind of question one should never ask a lady."

"But gossiping among ladies is only natural, right?" She tries to pry the answer from you despite your refusal.

...

It's shortly after that things take a turn with the sudden appearance of criminals crashing the party, demanding something in exchange—though you can't yet hear what they're asking for.

When one of the kidnappers approaches, you play along and descend like a falling leaf in autumn, striking a model pose on the ground. People stare at you with raised eyebrows.

The kidnapper turns and points at Snow White again, who snorts and crouches down, leaning on one side of her body.

"Stay still, or you might leave here unharmed," says the criminal before stepping back to continue giving orders.

"Great display of skill, senpai~~" Simon mocks Snow.

"Shut up, Mudlark. I could end all this myself if I wanted to."

"We're not seeing you do it," Aurelio chimes in.

None of that was necessary—you already had a plan to save the day once again.

"Let's trust Gwendolyne," says Clara. "We'll be watching. Do what you need to do."

Snow rolls her eyes. "Let's see what happens."

...

You turn invisible and head straight for the first smoke machine you find. It's guarded by an armed thug, completely unaware of your presence. If a poltergeist can move through electronics, you should be able to do something similar.

You slip into the machine, feeling every circuit, every wire, the electric current flowing through it, and do your best to wreck it. In the background, you catch a soft, elegant voice rising. Peeking around, you confirm it belongs to the young man acting as the leader of this operation.

"Ladies and gentlemen of high society," he says, his voice smooth, refined, and polished. "I regret to interrupt your dinner. But it was high time someone sent you the bill."
At his gesture, the roots that had previously broken down the doors and windows to enter sealed them, the multiple layers of roots acting as a wall.

It was complicated, but you were about to grab its hand, the machine started to malfunction and spark, its motor began to make noises it shouldn't, you hurried and moved to the next one.

The leader continued speaking, "In your pockets rests the suffering of thousands. Shelters without funding, children in deplorable conditions without state aid, while you drink wine worth hundreds of thousands of yen a bottle. I don't ask for justice. I ask for a small adjustment, nothing more."

This machine wasn't more complicated, it broke down in a short time and you moved to the next one, while you moved, you passed between groups of villains.

The hooded figures went through the guests one by one, taking watches, necklaces, phones, and other valuables, taking out devices and the like and forcing them to make bank transfers.

"Cooperate, and no one has to get hurt, but we don't have a problem hurting if necessary."

You went back and forth all over the area as fast as you could, three, four, five, it seemed endless, on the way to the last smoke machine, you passed in front of the leader, he ripped a pearl necklace from a woman's neck, in his eyes you could see the greed, a crack that let escape how insincere his speech was.

You went to the last machine, and although the leader didn't seem to notice you, the plant attached to his back looked more alert, you felt its gaze on your back and that only made you hurry more.

You went to the last smoke machine, and with all your ghostly knowledge kek you broke the machine which began to smoke and malfunction, the boss was already starting to receive notifications of malfunctioning machines, and another reported your absence with the group of young people.

The smoke flow had ceased, and the situation had already turned red, if there was no signal before, it was now.

https://youtu.be/ksNmCfOoko4▾A criminal approached, pointing at the group, Snow White placed her hands on the ground and got up, spinning and landing a kick to the subject's face, sending him to the floor.
Someone else approached, Clara threw an entire tray of appetizers to block their vision. They tried to shoot, and Aurelio flipped the table with a kick to use it as a shield like in the movies.

Simon saved the punch and poured himself a glass. kek

"Shoot them!"

Chaos, now all eyes were on your companions and the leader didn't have time to be giving orders, you had to help!...however, the leader's plant kept looking at you, now you had no doubt that it was following you with its gaze, invisible or not.

<Quirks return in 2 turns

<Clara
Physical: 1d100+30 = 45
<Simon
Physical: 1d100+35 = 128
<Aurelio
Physical: 1d100 = 98
<Snow
Physical: 1d100+75 = 136

<Villains
1d100+60 = 124

<Leader
Physical: 1d100+10 = 80
Quirk: 1d100+35 = 46

>>3818
>>3819
Your helmet provides light, allowing you to explore the sewers in search of clues.

"Yeah, that's perfect," Daiki confirms with a thumbs-up.

They traversed concrete labyrinths, dampness, stench, until reaching the depths of ancient drainage systems, hurrying to find the cause of this entire disaster.
The one responsible for all this was a deeply strange and disturbing figure—something far beyond mere bionic prosthetics, the final stage of transhumanism embodied in a gleaming metallic avatar.

Rage bubbles inside you. The one responsible for all this chaos, all this destruction and injured people, stands right before you. Instructions weren't needed. They were ending this now.

In less than a second, the first Nomu is sliced cleanly in half by the searing plasma blade, its flesh and bones falling to the sides, charred. Before the second can react, Daiki is already standing in front of it, hand outstretched. An instant later, a torrent of blue flame incinerates the Nomu's head into ash—nothing left to regenerate or rise again.

You turn around, watching the metallic man who reacts now that the chaos has ended. He extends his arm, his forearm shifting and morphing in a dazzling display of engineering, transforming into a cannon pulsing with blue energy.

"¡!"

You don't get the chance to react—Kaito stops him by pressing his sword against the man's neck, black flames wreathing the blade.

"One wrong move, and you'll regret it."

The man freezes. Daiki burns the Nomus' bodies to make sure, and the three of you are left alone with the metallic man.

"So, do you want to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" Daiki says, his voice deeper now, dead serious. "Because we don't have all day."

The man's mechanical eyes flick between the three of you, then to the smoldering remains of the Nomus. Finally, he lowers his arm, which reverts back to its original form.

"Fine. Not like I have many options left to get back to work." He glances at you sideways, then studies your suit more closely. "That's some impressive tech. Did you design it yourself?"

you can also ask your own questions
The questioning begins.

"Who are you?" Daiki asks.

"Who am I? You're insulting me, heroes of Japan? I am the great Gourd—the greatest scientific mind of this century! Master of art, creator of modified humans, and bearer of the largest brain on the planet!"

"No, you don't ring a bell at all."

"Everywhere I go, ignorance. None capable of appreciating my genius."

"Why did you release those Nomus?" Kaito asks.

"Release them? I didn't release anything. My lab was attacked, and my incomplete merchandise escaped. Do you have any idea how many months I spent on each of them? How many millions of dollars it costs to create and maintain a Nomu?"

"You sell them?" you ask.

"Yes. My group and I were contacted by certain Yakuza factions looking to arm themselves for an eventual war—or something like that. Their petty squabbles aren't my concern."

Kaito and Daiki exchange glances at the mention of Yakuza groups. Gourd continues.

"There was a simple plan: set up base for a few weeks, deliver the Nomus, and leave. Then that thing showed up—that fucking clown and that freak in the gray suit. They destroyed everything—my notes, my equipment... everything."

"Your group..." Kaito says.

"I'd say the rat ate my tongue, but I don't have one anymore. Not anymore."

"Based on the reports, we can cross them off too. They probably went through the same thing as happened here."

"If that's true, I'd suggest you hurry up."
Daiki stares at him, Kaito tightens the katana against his neck.

"Speak clearly."

Gourd shrugs. "I'm not the master of modified humans for nothing. I managed to crack the code to take them to the next level—above high-end models. Using a base as solid yet malleable as a symbiotic Quirk. They're strong, their power and intellect develop at exponential speeds, they think independently, and can even command lower-tier Nomus if needed. You should give me a Nobel Prize for this."

The two heroes ignore the criminal's rambling and continue with their questions.
"How many of these advanced Nomus are loose?" Daiki asks.

"At least three."

Daiki frowns. "At least?"

"Yeah. While we speak, the one I kept in my lab could've already built a nest and started reproducing. Like grasshoppers turning into locusts—they can force themselves to evolve if the environment demands it."

Daiki strides forward. Kaito steps aside as Daiki grabs Gourd by the neck, lifting him a few centimeters off the ground.
"Where did it go?" he demands, as flames forming in his hand begin heating the metal of Gourd’s body. "You’d have to be pretty damn stupid not to track something like that, wouldn’t you, greatest mind of the century?" His fingers squeeze harder, denting the metal, the pressure cracking the dome of Gourd’s head.

The blow to his ego and the threat make his robotic voice almost sound human. "I-It went that way!" He points to the other side of the chamber, where a large hole gapes in the wall. "Its brainwaves are on a specific frequency—it's about two kilometers away..."

Daiki drops him. "Kaito, take him to the nearest precinct and come back as fast as you can."

Kaito says nothing. He grabs the metallic man by the shoulder, slaps on handcuffs, and drags him away.

...

"sigh" Daiki. "Sorry you had to see that, Amane," he apologizes. "I don't usually like being this rough with bad guys... but right now, we can't afford to waste time. Are you ready?"

They advanced rapidly through the labyrinthine tunnels carved into the rock by the monsters. Trails of blood and the viscous substances that made up the Nomus marked the path. They followed and followed, until they reached a wider area.
https://youtu.be/LmVdRtWzcbg▾
The ceiling was so high it vanished into darkness, and massive concrete pillars dotted the space.

"The main drainage tunnel of Tokyo..." Daiki mutters. The air was damp, but there was no nauseating odor.

https://youtu.be/354AF9fG0gc▾
The monster's howl freezes their blood, urging them forward even faster.
It was like seeing a rat king—Nomus piled atop one another, scratching and devouring each other like beasts with no instinct for self-preservation. They were dark-colored, with rotting, slimy skin.

But one was different—larger, stronger, sporting a distinct white hue, with sharp orange eyes. It used the remains of its kin as building material... constructing a nest.

"Just make sure not to damage the pillars too much. If they collapse, the whole area will flood."

Daiki points his finger and fires a small flame. Upon impact with the group, it erupts in a massive explosion, taking several Nomus with it.

"Go all out, and don't let a single one escape." His body becomes engulfed in flames.

The Nomus burst into shrill shrieks, and the white one locks eyes with them, growling an order for its minions to attack.

<White Nomu
Physical: 1d100+50 = 149
Quirk: 1d100+50 = 94

<Nomus
Physical: 1d100+30 = 31
Quirk: 1d100+30 = 58

<Daiki
Physical: 1d100+130 = 201
Quirk: 1d100+130 = 183

>>3820
>"you are second persons I have interacted with for a good while"

"Then that makes us lucky" Hahari said, in a calm tone.

"Yeah" Mitsu added in a quiet but enthusiastic voice

Amelia swallowed at Sarah's small mention, but kept her smile "As you say, as far as I know I'm not interested in girls"

Hahari narrowed her eyes with her typical neutral expression "I didn't react because I understand that showing something like that isn't always a spectacle. I don't like it either when they make a big fuss about things like that."

It was time to leave, as the group began to move, grabbing bags and adjusting coats, you stayed behind for a second, thoughtful. And you asked if they could exchange numbers.
The three turned towards you.

"Obviously!" Mitsu exclaimed, pulling out her phone as if she had been eagerly awaiting that moment.

Amelia took hers out too. "I'm glad you asked, it would have been weird to wait for the next time we worked together."

Hahari simply extended hers, without saying anything.

Once they had exchanged numbers, no one added anything else and they left the restaurant after paying.

The restaurant lights flickered faintly as they exited, and the cool evening air hit your face like an unexpected caress. The city's murmur was still present, though distant. The streets were damp, reflecting the streetlights as if every step had an echo.

Amelia walked ahead with a confident stride, setting the pace. Mitsu walked beside her, moving her arms as she talked about something new makeup line she wanted to try. Hahari walked a bit further behind, at your pace, without saying much, though her presence was felt.

Upon reaching the station, the metallic sound of an arriving train echoed in the distance, and the group stopped for a few seconds. Each had to take a different line.

"Well, that's it for today," Amelia said as she adjusted her backpack. "Hanan, thanks for coming, and for... you know, trusting and all that."

"See ya!, and text when you get home"

Hahari, simply raised her hand in a farewell gesture, but at the last second added: "If you're ever in Fukushima and need anything, send a message."

One by one, they disappeared into the crowd on the platform, each taking a different path. You were left alone for a moment, but it's not like loneliness was weighing on your shoulders at this moment. Having parted ways, you could now head home.

>>3826
Yeah, that would be the last straw, I don't see how to stretch it any further, kek

>>3821
[doom]Tachibana Nazuna[/doom]

>Nazuna runs after them as fast as she can, surprised by this hero's ability to not only fight a villainess, but to do so while clearly not giving tips for escaping similar situations in the future.

>Although that was something she would have to think about for the future, her heart pounded against her chest, she had never felt anything like this since the incident, Fear? Adrenaline? She couldn't put it into words, what she was sure of was that she got a little frustrated.

But feeling the imminent danger snapped her out of her stupid thoughts.

While complaining mentally, I can clearly see Ukyo, nodding mentally, planning something.

((("Let's take her outside, we're not going to fight by her rules, she wants us in a closed space")))

>Nazuna raises her arms, spreading her fingers and acting as if she were going to hug someone.

https://youtu.be/ukwYRkr1vrY?si=7eNHKCWylRgTbzlr▾
>Several trails of magma begin to be launched from the fingertips, forming crescent shapes towards the villainess, Nazuna's idea is that she cannot flee to the sides since the magma is directed there, nor to the back, since she has Ukyo there.

>In this way, she only has one direction to go, forward, towards the exit of the store.

Nazuna was ecstatic, she felt a fire ignite within her and burn intensely, Should she fan the flames or let them smolder? It's not like it was an important battle, she was probably just another villain in the pile, but for Nazuna, someone who always saw everyone run away and no one approach, seeing someone do it, awakened something within her like a volcano.

Q: 1d100 = 49
F: 1d100 = 65

>>3823
>Gwendoline
"Everything you see is natural, dear Clara."

Or rather, it's supernatural.

"Don't look at me so much, you might make your fiancée (Snow) jealous, ohohoho~!"

She can talk about her eyelashes. About her death... She crosses her arms and silence is her answer.

The kidnappers appear, generating tension and chaos. Gwen pretends to cooperate, but in the secrecy offered by her invisibility, she springs into action and enters the first smoke machine she finds, sinking into electric waves.

In the background, she hears the words of the thugs' leader...

(As I suspected... A dirty, resentful communist!)

In her time, reds were persecuted with just cause, but for reasons she finds impossible to comprehend, they are now tolerated and allowed to prosper, and that's why what happens happens. Such are Gwen's thoughts as she moves towards the next machines.

(Finally, the last one. It seemed endless...)

With a strong spark, the toxic smoke ceases and the powers return, there's no better sign than that! The youths get up and fight. Gwendoline -ignoring the plant woman's gaze- lunges at the bad guys and passes through them, not to possess them, but to send a strong chill down their spines, hindering their reactions enough for them to be easily defeated.

F: 1d100 = 100
Q: 1d100 = 92

>>3825

...

The group separated, the succubus was left alone, sighing as she waited for her transport to arrive so she could go home

She checked her phone to see the new contacts she had, she smiled invisibly as she entered hahari's chat

-"Do you play any online games? I play pretty much anything, I just wanted to know"-

When the train arrived she got on, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one at this hour, she didn't have to be on high alert while returning home

Thinking about everything that had happened all day, the succubus began to analyze and try to get a little more out of the roller coaster of emotions that occurred.

Catching that blue one

Meeting Sarah

That her body...that her quirk did something different for the first time in years

Facing Sarah

Seeing Abel again

To then have to see those new people, it was a contrast that the succubus initially ignored... but that really.

-Hanan-

"pff..."

It was funny

...

The way home was silent, walking calmly looking around just in case, you can never be too safe

Forcing the door open, sighing after finally being in her safe place-

POF

She felt a dakimakura the exact size of her mother being thrown at her face, which almost made her fall not only from the scare but the dakimakura has some weight

And more so thrown by the force of an angry vampire mother

-Elizabeth-

"WHERE WERE YOU!!!! NOT EVEN A TEXT!?!?!?! YOU HAD ME DAMN WORRIED"

-Hanan-

"Oh...oops...hi mom"

-Elizabeth-

"Not a message...not a call..........nothing...AND YOU COME BACK WITH A FULL STOMACH!? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH DINNER!?"

-Hanan-

"Uhh...sorry"

-Elizabeth-

"Sigh...welcome home, but next time...can you send a message please?"

-Hanan-

"I'm sorry...it's just...it was a busy day...I forgot to let you know and...well...when I went with some new friends I got so caught up that"

-Elizabeth-

"Ohh...well...I guess I can forgive it for today, heh, I'm glad you're meeting people, and how was your internship?"

-Hanan-

"We caught a villain, it was easy, there weren't many problems here and there"

she lied as she breathed

-Elizabeth-

"I'll believe that half-truth... for now"

-Hanan-

"Ah...I think...I'll go to my room now, it's weird not to see dad at this hour"

-Elizabeth-

"He stayed late testing his new products, I think I'll go to sleep too, but first... some ice cream... excuse me"

The two women separated, each going their own way, the succubus entering her room immediately collapsed, letting go of everything she had been carrying, relaxing completely as she took off her clothes

She wanted to take a good bath

Looking at her hands, thinking about what had happened before, that moment when her vision blurred slightly as those flowers began to show on the bodies of the people near her

"What...what was that..."

She tried to remember that feeling, that sensation that had invaded her when it happened, slightly opening the door, she saw her mother devouring passion fruit ice cream, or whatever the reader calls it at this moment

She narrowed her eyes, trying to concentrate, trying to replicate what had happened...with OP permission since I forgot the type of flower to identify who is gay or who is normal
The vampire's body began to darken slightly, slowly revealing a flower in the center of her body, near her heart, a flower resembling a fully bloomed rose, it was like any other rose you could find in real life bisexual completely different from what she saw with that guitarist

"...I don't understand..."

She whispered to herself while she stopped making that strange look, a detail she wouldn't notice until who knows when... her pupils formed a heart when she concentrated on that

Sighing, still not understanding, rubbing her eyes because it made them sting a little, she closed the door behind her and went straight to her mirror.

...

Touching her belly, she noticed a lack of fat, which surprised her because with all that she eats, she expected the succubus to be a little heavier

"Ugh... weird... and these... they grew a bit more... I don't understand how they don't weigh me down"

She spoke of her breasts, although on second thought, it makes sense that a succubus could handle the weight of her mammary glands without a problem

"Every day I look more like mom... that's not bad... she's cute..."

She moved a little closer to the mirror, looking at her face more closely.

Why does she always spend her time looking in the mirror? Whenever she needs to calm down after a stressful situation, or whenever she has the opportunity, looking in the mirror is something that has been constant in her life.

There isn't really a big reason for this, the succubus has it as a defense mechanism, or perhaps as a comfort mechanism...

Or maybe, she's just waiting for her quirk to act on her to help her love herself a little more

...

The bath felt refreshing, washing off all the dirt of the day, she sighed while finishing the minimal cleaning of her hair, then went and started again, to lock herself in her own clothes.

"...I should improve this part, maybe then something like what happened in the race won't happen"

She spoke of when her hood revealed her face to some extras, she thought of some hooks that would prevent her hood from being pulled off by surprise, maybe then she would be a little calmer that no one would catch her off guard, although that is quite unlikely

...

She opened the door a little, to talk to her mother and ask her for something before playing on the computer

"Hey mom... can I go visit grandpa this weekend? I haven't visited him in a while"

-Elizabeth-

"Mhm? glup with dad? I'll write to him to see if he can send one of your aunts to pick you up, I heard he was going to be busy with the new photoshoot in Romania but you know how he is with you, he always has time for you, the sweet Dr. Acula can't miss seeing his favorite granddaughter and all that"

-Hanan-

"Thanks ma"

With that last remark, the succubus closed her door to sit at the computer, she was going to play for a while but something quickly crossed her mind...

"...will that be recorded? It hasn't been that long, maybe someone talked about me on chan... hehehe..."

She started looking for information on that imageboard she always visits, about that battle where she got her ass kicked but it was enough to make someone see her as worthy of an opportunity to enter heroism

...

...

...

...

They made memes of her and called her "yellow whore"

"...I expected nothing less from my home... well... time to play for a bit"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nENcAPHrBRo▾

>>3828
https://youtu.be/nWOyUDcbJoo▾
Bullseye is sweating. While the situation wasn't that bad, you could tell it was a tense atmosphere where things could go south at any moment. They had to be careful and finish this quickly.

More paper comes out of the woman's body, deforming into different shapes, this time into stars. Bullseye tenses his bow, and you get ready.
The shots are fired.

Bullseye fires three arrows, whose tips explode and separate into shrapnel. The dozens of sharp metal points all fly with incredible precision through the air and collide with the paper stars. You, for your part, took care of preparing the environment.

The fiery crescents fly around, leaving trails of heat behind. You were going to restrict her movement as much as possible. She couldn't waste time countering your attacks, otherwise she would be vulnerable against Bullseye or Ukyo.

She ducks, her wings retracting and making way for more projectiles. Bullseye fires another arrow, which arcs to flank her, but the woman quickly blocks it, forming a shield on her side.

Then an arrow flies past your head, the sound coming an instant later. Distracted by the pro, the woman has no time to react to Ukyo's arrow.

She gathers a pile of paper in front of her chest to absorb the impact, but even with that, the arrow with its concave tip hits her with the force of a truck, sending her flying through one of the windows and into the street. high-density arrow

"We have to keep the pressure on, let's go!" Bullseye shouts and runs outside, Ukyo follows behind you, picking up her arrow on the way.

"Let's go!"

The woman wastes no time and with more space, leaps several meters into the air, forming her wings again. The street gave them both more mobility. Given the time of day, there were few civilians on the street, who run away when the commotion unfolds.

"She seems to be a transmitter/alterer, she can't have infinite paper..." Bullseye mentions, loading more arrows. "Try to burn as much as you can. The more energy she spends fighting, the better," he tells you.

The woman rises high into the sky, forming a large dome with her paper, large enough to cast a shadow over you and a good portion of the street.

"..." Ukyo frowns, with a 'what have we gotten ourselves into' look and sweat dripping down her forehead, taking a step back.

Bullseye doesn't look any different. "Just what we needed... a big shot."

With a wave of her hand, paper began to separate from the small dome, taking on various sharp shapes: cones, stars, razors, and they began to rain down on you.

<Ukyo
Physique: 1d100 = 50
Quirk: 1d100 = 23

<Bullseye
Physique: 1d100+45 = 70
Quirk: 1d100+45 = 129

<Kirila
Physique: 1d100+65 = 117
Quirk: 1d100+65 = 130

>>3829
>>3829
"Oh, haha" Clara laughs at your comment. "You flatter me, but I don't have any relationships or a fiancée at the moment."

...

https://youtu.be/ksNmCfOoko4▾
The villains shoot, splinters and broken glass fly, the UA students try to move, but having rushed in, Aurelio takes a bullet to the shoulder, forcing him to retreat.

The blond boy grunts, holding back the pain to avoid screaming, while clutching his wound.

"Rookie," Snow says dismissively.

Simon tries to peek his head out, but a bullet cuts his hair and he ducks back behind the table. Clara wastes no time and tears a cloth from the tablecloth to make a bandage for the Italian boy.

"Well, they're not paying attention, what's next?" Simon asks Clara. The pink-haired boy doesn't answer, he's too focused on tending to Aurelio.

It was your chance, again kek. Having finished with the smoke, you go straight for the lackeys to reduce their numbers, then it would be time for their communist boss.

You pierce one, you pierce another, even if they saw you, they couldn't do anything. You send chills down their spines, which hinders their movements, giving the students a chance.

Snow White jumps onto the table, barefoot? She lands on the floor, and holding her heels like weapons, throws them at the villains. The heels seemed to be made of some hard material, because when they hit their targets, they fall to the ground, knocked out without remedy.

Simon goes after her, throwing the punch bowl and hindering the vision of one of the shooters, which gives him time to get close and deliver a liver hook in pure English style, leaving the villain on the ground writhing in pain.

Another pair notices Clara, who walks calmly towards them, but he is very fast. They shoot at him, but he moves with precision and evades the bullets by a few centimeters. By flexing his knees, he speeds up his pace, and he's already in front of one of them, grabbing him by the arm and lifting him over his head, slamming him against the ground with a perfect Judo move.
The second tries to shoot him, but he suffers the same fate, Clara twisted his wrist, grabbed him by the neck, and threw him to the ground like the other.

Trembling, and taking offense, the villains retreat a bit, meanwhile you https://youtu.be/GP66cW9Qp-Y▾ something pierces youwhether you are invisible or not, obviously, without any adverse effect, you turn around, and see how the plant woman tried to whip you with her vines. The leader now looks in the same direction, blinking several times, as if adjusting to see with a new pair of glasses, his eyes widen in surprise, now both he and the plant could see/feel you.

Some ectoplasm had stuck to the plant after that short attack, then, as if you were watching a video in fast forward, the bark and plant tissue of the plant woman absorbed all the ectoplasm like a sponge, how horrifying, how disgusting!

The leader looks at his plant again "Disgusting..." He mutters, looks at you again, and the plant throws its vines again, doesn't it learn? it wasn't going to affect you
https://youtu.be/jMNyPqC12O4▾The vines hit you squarely, breaking the sound barrier like the most powerful whip. You experience the familiar yet, at the same time, alien, alien pain. You fly backward, stopping in mid-air after spinning a couple of times, it was too fast, you didn't have time to react.

Your cheek burned, your ghostly white and cold-colored figure, now had a small red glint where you were hit. She had hit you, and it wasn't some kind of psychological effect like Shiro had done, she had damaged you, in your spectral form, with brute force!

"Gwendolyne!" Clara shouts, realizing you had been hurt

The leader can notice your disbelief after that and smiles, hurrying so that his plant companion can attack you even more. But Clara also approaches to help you.

you are now vulnerable to the plant's attacks

<Quirks return in 1 turn

<Clara
Physical: 1d100+35 = 91

<Simon
Physical: 1d100+35 = 36

<Aurelio
Physical: 1d100-5 = -4

<Snow
Physical: 1d100+75 = 115

<Villains
Physical: 1d100+45 = 47

<Leader
Physical: 1d100+10 = 55
Quirk: 1d100+40 = 56

>>3831the truth is I don't have much to add, kek
No, you couldn't settle for just that, you demand another kiss before they can leave the bathroom.

"You're very greedy~~" She says, laughing.

>"I hope that comes soon"

"The school festival is in a little while, maybe..." Svetlana notices how you stay hugging her, in response she caresses your hand "Maybe we can have a date that day."

>...

Outside, Motomu was a mess thanks to the two 'responsible' adults who were supposed to guide them on this experience. But you managed to hook up, so you couldn't complain, you confirm it to Ayumi with a gesture and she nods.
I think you had already given her your number before / you said you spent some time with Svet in one of the time-skips, so she should have it anyway

"Oh, a stylist?" The piranha touched her hair, red and shiny like a ruby. "Well, if it's for you, I could try another style, hehe."

"Well, it's getting late," says Jacky, and she hoists Motomu onto her shoulder. "I hope you two learned a lot." Did you learn anything? You weren't sure. "See you later Alpyste, we're going to drop this package at their house."

Ayumi waves goodbye, activating her quirk, three particles touch her, Jacky, and Motomu. With a poof, the three disappear.

Svetlana sighs. "Working with them is exhausting..." She takes your hand. "But it was worth it." She smiles. "Do you mind if I walk you home?"

>...

The walk back was quiet, with the streetlights flickering on the sidewalks as they walked in silence, hand in hand. The evening air carried the scent of wet asphalt.

Svetlana looked ahead, but from time to time her thumb caressed the back of your hand. Sooner or later, they had arrived at your home.

"I hope we see each other soon. Send me a message whenever you want," says Svetlana, she seems to hesitate for a second, but leans in and gives you a short kiss on the lips, before letting go of your hand. "See you."

From the threshold, you watch her disappear into the distance.
day ended

>>3833
>Gwendoline
Uh, la, la. Clara doesn't have a fiancé, she's a target for the ectoplasmic dart that is Gwendoline. She visualizes herself walking him to the entrance of UA with her arm, and all the girls dying of envy.

Hinata (Imaginary): What a handsome boy accompanies you~desu.

Rosalía (Imaginary): How could I compete? You are totally superior to me, Gwendoline-sama She kneels

And Gwen laughs with her hand near her lips, stroking the side of her chin with her fingertips.

"Oh oh oh oh oh, I know, I know! I'm wonderfuuuuuul~!"

The rumble of gunshots and glass brings her back to reality. She continues to pierce the thugs, delivering chills like a sleep paralysis demon. In the background, the boys are fighting. Clara proves she's not just a pretty face.

The ghost turns to the bad guys' leader and that hateful woman plant. It's obvious they can see her, there's no point in hiding anymore, with her mere intention Gwendoline becomes visible to everyone, then she opens her mouth to taunt them with her wit, a moment she is silenced by a whip that makes her groan in pain and spin uncontrollably.

Upon stopping, Gwendoline -still mute and with a trembling gaze- slowly raises her hand to where the burning predominates, cupping between her fingers the small red flash that bothers her, until then, immaculate cheek. Her sclera blacken like ink at the same time her pupils light up with an ominous violet, and a cold wind emerges from her, ruffling her hair.

Gwendoline lets out a short cry but with the force of a cannon impact. The temperature drops below 0, freezing the floor and ground, shattering the windows, knocking down the chandeliers, and throwing the people closest to her into the air.

She is angry. They hurt her soul, her ethereal body, the beauty she cherishes so much. That annoyance makes her lose control, her body swells, she grows without realizing it until she becomes a mass of furious eyes that extends its claws and opens its mouth to devour the souls of those who dared to hurt her.

Gwendoline's mouth appears as a dark cavern.

F: 1d100 = 46
Q: 1d100 = 51

>>3836
>>3835
>triples >doubles doubles that are multiples ayy
I was single, there was a chance! the reality check Gwen will have when she wants to get close to him at UA, kek
...
https://youtu.be/ksNmCfOoko4▾
The others were doing pretty well, Simon throws more hooks, Snow White kicks more people, and Aurelio was able to steel himself to endure the shot he had and started dishing out blows like they did in the Roman Colosseum.

But none of that could matter to you now after that scoundrel villain damaged your pristine ethereal image, unforgivable.

Your form begins to change, the leader's eyes widen, the plant woman too.

Unforgivable, totally unforgivable! Your indignation is equal to your cold animosity that freezes the ground, making some slip if they hadn't already fallen from the small impulse of your scream.

You were furious and your mental state couldn't be more reflected in your ethereal state. You launch yourself at your enemies.

The leader begins to retreat while the plant woman begins to grow in size, with more vines intertwining and entwined with each other like strong ropes. A small Kaiju clash occurs between the two.

Your claws cut its fiber and the cold begins to burn it, but it begins to push and regain ground. It could touch you now, so it expands its vines around your body to tie you up no lewd, it was very strong, you felt the pressure on your pristine figure until...

"Excuse me, would it be too much trouble for you to let go of that young lady?" Clara had stood in front of the leader when he wasn't looking. "It's just that she's accompanying me and I don't take kindly to you--"

The leader tries to bluster at her, but even at point-blank range, Clara is too fast for him. The pink-haired one manages to disarm him and break his wrist with a simple move.

"I don't take kindly to you treating a lady like that."

The leader shrinks in pain, which affects the plant's performance, giving you space to move and gain ground. The vines finish freezing and breaking, your claws and fangs hovering over the large plant until you cut it like fresh grass.

The leader tries to attack again, but with another throw, Clara sends him to the ground, he shakes his head dismissively.
"Stop, please" He makes a slight movement with his hand "This is over" As he moved his hand, suddenly a bunch of crystals on the ground moved and quickly approached his feet "Oh, our quirks are back!"

"About time... ugh" Says Snow, holding his head for a second "Yeah, they're back"

Simon clenches his fist tightly as it becomes slightly larger, with hard bone plates on his knuckles, and crushes the barrel of a gun "Ohh, my quirk, how I missed you~"

Aurelio does the same, with a dull yellow/golden energy covering him and extending to hit a couple of villains

<Quirks returned

"No, it wasn't supposed to be like this!" Shouts the leader, his face enraged, with his other hand he searches his clothes, and pulls out a gun with which he shoots Clara
The pink-haired girl, for her part, dodges all the shots and looks at him with a raised eyebrow, her face reads 'seriously?'

But Clara's face then changes to a more worried one... it wasn't a common gun, it was one that shot potent drug needles.
The stray bullets hit fallen soldiers, and the last shot, he hits himself in the side.
https://youtu.be/0L4CIzQQWBY▾His body turns green and his clothes rip, as layers of fiber, vines, and bark begin to cover and replace his skin, sharp thorns emerge from his back and become claws along with his huge mouth adorned by a beautiful Venus flytrap-like flower.

A drop of sweat falls down Clara's forehead, and she sighs "Gwendolyne, do you mind if I help you get rid of this weed?" She jokes, raising a finger which she spins in the air, around her the glass and crystals from the windows, cups, lights, and chandeliers all shatter into small pieces that begin to spin above "I'll prune it, you give it a good scare"

<Clara
Physique: 1d100+35 = 89
Quirk: 1d100+35 = 82

<Simon
Physique: 1d100+35 = 54
Quirk: 1d100+35 = 64

<Aurelio
Physique: 1d100 = 77
Quirk: 1d100 = 46

<Snow
Physique: 1d100+75 = 131
Quirk: 1d100+75 = 113

<Villains
Physique: 1d100+35 = 59

<Leader
Physique: 1d100+20 = 42
Quirk:140