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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 039 [Hero Informatics]

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〈“Every single day I feel that gold underneath. I see the locked doors but I got the key. I’mma give you a second just to catch your breath.” Zayde Wolf, “Gladiator”〉

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My eyes blinked open, vision blurry as I reached for my phone in the darkness. Three in the damn morning… what the fuck woke me up? I reached up to rub at my eyes, feeling something wet against my fingers. Was I crying? Maybe I had a bad dream and that’s what woke me up… but I certainly don’t remember having a nightmare. Whatever.

I rolled over as I yawned loudly, easily slipping back into unconsciousness.

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The morning sky was covered with dark gray clouds, rain soaking the earth below. Despite the rough morning I had, feeling the cold rain soaking through my uniform felt absolutely amazing, easily putting a smile on my face. It’s weird as fuck since my quirk deals with fire, but I’ve always felt peace when it rains. As a child, I would literally drop everything I was doing when it started to rain so I could just sit outside and watch it fall. To me, the rain signifies new beginnings, washing away the sins of the past.

“Excuse me.”

And then a fucking human being has to come and ruin that peace. I sighed deeply, turning halfway around to see a beanpole of a boy with dark brown hair and matching eyes. “What?”

“You’re… Jen Winchester, right?”

Goddamn sports festival, now everyone and their fucking pet knows who the fuck I am. A bead of sweat dripped down my cheek. Or maybe it was a drop of rain, who knows. “Depends who’s askin’.”

He grinned brightly, adjusting the umbrella handle that sat against his shoulder. “I thought so, but I wasn’t sure. We haven’t actually met – my name’s Yuki Reigen.”

I looked at his outstretched hand with narrowed eyes. That name sounds familiar as fuck but my mind is completely blank, though that’s nothing new. If it ain’t tacos, Deadpool, or cats, I have no spare brain space.

He laughed awkwardly, pulling his hand away. “I looked different when you saw me… my hair was blonde and I was wearing blue contacts. You helped my little brother, Riku.”

“Ah!” Recognition flooded my mind and probably my face. “He’s fucking lucky I caught him when he jumped from the stands. He coulda been seriously fucking hurt, bro.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, he can be a handful.”

I raised a brow, putting my hand on my hip. “You’re the one that was too fucking distracted by a woman to notice that he had slipped away. Be a better brother before you lose your chance.”

He sweatdropped. “You don’t pull any punches, huh. Anyway, I was hoping to catch you so I could thank you.”

“For what?”

“Riku has always been… a troubled kid. Our dad is a pro hero – not a very good one, but a hero. When mom got pregnant with Riku, dad wasn’t doing too hot money-wise and then he started drinking. He blamed all of his failures on Riku, which is completely baseless.” He shook his head, brow furrowed as he recalled the memory. “I don’t know how, but Riku remembers all the horrible things dad said to him before he left us, so he’s always acted out – getting into trouble, skipping school, picking fights. His eyes were on you from the moment you took down that giant robot. I haven’t seen him that excited in a long time, you know. It’s really small, barely noticeable, but… he’s starting to change and I fully believe it’s because of you. So, thank you, Jen Winchester.” He bowed low, his back becoming wet from the rain.

I smiled, patting his shoulder to make him straighten up. “He’s a pretty good kid. Take care of him, yeah?”

“I’ll work hard to be a better brother!” He smiled, but it quickly dropped when my hand squeezed his shoulder.

“You better, because if you don’t, I’ll cut your dick off and make you eat it, ‘kay?” I smiled brightly, patting his shoulder again.

“Y-Yeah… sure…!”

We parted ways and I continued on toward U.A. high, stifling a yawn as I readjusted my bag across my shoulder. I stepped through the archway of the school and the rain suddenly stopped, making me pause. The fuck? Is there a fucking bubble around the school or somethin’? I glanced up, seeing a transparent umbrella over my head.

Reggian appeared on my right with a grin. “Hey, there Winchester. You’re looking kinda we – holy shitbricks, what happened to your face?!”

I scowled, gently poking at the swollen skin under my right eye. “Aizawa’s fucking cat attacked me while I was fucking sleeping this morning.

“Wait, you live with a teacher?” He wiggled his brows. “Scandalous.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s a family friend, dumbass. I’m helping him out while he’s injured.”

We continued toward the school building and he hummed. “Did you at least clean and disinfect the wound?”

“I mean, I washed the blood off.” I rubbed my right eye, which is red and still fucking stinging. “I also got toothpaste in my eye.”

“Bitch, how the fuck?!”

“I have no fucking idea… stop laughing, you twat!”

He covered his mouth, clutching the frame of the entrance as his shoulders shook with laughter. “Y-Y-You’re a mess!!”

“Yeah, no shit.” I rolled my eyes before activating my quirk. My body started to heat up, effectively drying my uniform, but his damn laughter fucking distracted me and once my concentration slipped, my damn tie caught on fire. “Fuck,” I scowled, putting the flames out and throwing my burnt tie into the trash bin.

Reggian laughed harder, slapping the footlockers with his hand and earning strange looks from the passing students.

“You’re such a loser,” I muttered, pulling my boots off and changing them for the ugly ass white ones to school makes us wear indoors.

“And you’re a nerd!”

“Your fucking face is a nerd.”

“Your twat is a nerd.”

We stared at each other blankly for a solid two minutes before bursting out laughing, earning even more looks from the passing students. Iida came rushing through the doorway with Zuku close behind and he smiled at me, making me raise a brow. “Good morning, Winchester! Where is your tie? And what happened to your face?”

“She set it on fire,” Reggian managed through fits of giggles, his hand over his mouth. “And angered the cat gods!”

“I see. Please be more careful!” He smiled before turning to the ravenette. “Sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Tenya Iida, class 1-A’s class rep.”

My brow furrowed in confusion and I glanced at Zuku, who was shaking the water from his umbrella. The last time I saw Iida, he was adamant that I don’t belong here and that I’m connected to the League of Villains, and now he’s treating me like I’m a friend? The fuck?

“Regina Reggian, but please call me Red. I’m from class C.”

“Ah, general studies, I see. It’s nice to meet you!” Iida held his hand out and the two shook hands before he turned to his locked, taking his rain boots off. Reggian sent me this weird-ass wave that looked like he dislocated his wrist before turning and walking away.

Zuku watched him for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. “So, Iida, um…”

“If it’s about my brother, don’t be concerned. I’m sorry if I made you worry.” Iida smiled, pushing back the hood of his raincoat. “Everything will be fine.” And then he walked away.

Zuku turned to me with a frown, his brow furrowed in concern. “I’m really worried about him, Jen.”

I hummed, throwing my arm around his shoulder in a half-hug. “Just be there for ’em, but don’t push. If he needs help, I’m sure he’ll let you know.”

“I hope so…”

“Come on, we don’t wanna be later.” I ruffled his hair before walking toward class with him close behind. As always, excited chatter greeted us as soon as the door was slid open. Honestly, the day I walk into this room and it’s silent is legit gonna be the first day of the apocalypse, I’m callin’ it.

“It’s so weird that people recognize us from TV.” Ashido chirped happily. “Everyone wanted to talk to me on my way here!”

“Yeah, me too!” Kirishima grinned.

“People on the street were staring at me!” Toru added, her invisible hand resting over her chest. “It was kind of embarrassing,”

“Sure, but isn’t that pretty normal for you?” Ojirou asked softly, sweatdroppng.

Pft, I was just gonna fucking say that. I mean, if I fucking saw a pair of floating clothes going down the street, I’d fucking stare, too, thinking the fucking life fibers were invading. Oh god, and then Nudist Beach would arrive. Just the thought makes me shudder.

“You won’t believe what a bunch of elementary school brats yelled at me,” Sero complained with an expression that clearly said he was shook.

“‘Nice try’?” Tsu guessed and he cried out, grabbing his hair between his fingers. Guess she hit the nail on the head, huh.

I tuned out the chatter, following Zuku to his desk behind a certain blonde. Katsuki was sitting in his desk with his chin resting against the heel of his right hand, clearly still sulking about the festival. I grinned, “Yo, Katsuki. You look constipated, as usual.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, glancing at me. “You look like someone bitch-slapped you. Twice.”

“I got bitch-slapped by Aizawa’s damn cat,” I deadpanned.

“Dumbass.”

“You still mad about me not making the top two?”

He was silent for a moment, turning his head away so I couldn’t see his face. “… Sparky said you defended me against that blonde extra from class B.”

I hummed. “I defended the whole class, you included.”

Another moment of silence before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t fucking do that again. I don’t need your dumbass to defend me.”

I smiled, ruffling his ash blonde hair. “I’ll defend all of you ’til the day I die, so get it over it, brat.” I stepped off to the side, ruffling Zuku’s hair, as well, before heading to my seat behind Momo, who sent me a kind smile and a small wave as I passed. She half-turned in her seat, looking like she wanted to say something, but she turned back around when the door slid open.

Hmm, looks like Aizawa got his bandages off, that’s good. “Morning.”

“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei.” The class chorused as he stepped up to the podium at the front.

“Ribbit. Aizawa-sensei, you don’t have bandages anymore, that’s good news.”

He rubbed the skin under his eye with his pinkie. “The old lady went a little overboard in her treatment. Anyway, we have a big class today on hero informatics.”

Hero who in the what now? Fuck, I need my phone. Let’s see, pull up Goggle, type in whatever fucking shit he just said, and search… uhh, ‘the science of processing data for storage and retrieval’… fuck, can a girl get a definition for her definition??

“You need code names,” he said blankly. “Time to pick your hero identities.”

“This is gonna be totally awesome!!”

Aizawa activated his quirk, eyes glowing red as his hair shot up to slap gravity in the face. Seeing this, the class instantly went silent, reclaiming their seats. “This is related to the pro hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together.”

His hair fell back around his shoulders as his quirk deactivated.

“Normally, students don’t have to worry about the draft yet, not until their second or third year, actually, but your class is different. In fact, by extending offers to first-years like you, pros are essentially investing in your future potential. Any offers can be rescinded if their interest in you dies down before graduation, though.”

“Stupid selfish adults!” Mineta slammed his fist on his desk, body shaking.

“So what you’re saying is, we still have to prove ourselves after we get recruited,” Toru spoke up.

“Correct,” Aizawa continued. “Now, here are the totals for those of you that got offers.” He clicked a remote and the board behind him sprung to life.

“In the past years, it’s been more spread out, but there’s a pretty big gap this time.”

“Gah!” Kaminari threw his head back with a groan. “That’s no fair~”

“What about the real star, moi?” Aoyama huffed, cupping his cheeks with his hands.

“Todoroki got the most ahead of Bakugo?” Kyoka asked in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s the opposite of how they placed in the festival,” Kirishima added.

“They probably weren’t excited about working with a guy who had to be chained up in the end,” Sero shrugged with a grin.

“If I scared a pro, they’re just weak!!” Katsuki yelled.

Momo sighed sadly before forcing a smile and turning to Todoroki. “That’s amazing. You must be proud.”

“These offers are probably because of my father.” He responded coldly, not sparing her a glance.

Ochaco had tears in her eyes as she grabbed Iida’s shoulders, shaking him back and forth. “People want us!”

Mineta reached forward, shaking Zuku. “Midoriya! You got none! I bet everyone was really grossed out by the crazy way you were fighting!”

I scowled, balling up a piece of paper and throwing it at his head. “Leave him alone, dipshit, you didn’t get any either. No one wants your perverted ass!”

“Despite these results,” Aizawa raised his voice, gaining everyone’s attention. “You’ll all be interning with pros, got it? Even though of you who didn’t get any offers.”

“Oh, so, we’re all interning?” Zuku asked in surprise.

“Yes. You already got to experience combat with real villains during the attack on the USJ facility, but it’ll still be helpful to see pros at work, up close and personal, in the field, first-hand.”

“And for that, we need hero names!”

“Things are suddenly getting a lot more fun!”

“These hero names will likely be temporary, but take them seriously or -”

The door slammed open. “You’ll have hell to pay later!” Midnight stepped into the classroom and the perv squad got stupid looks on their faces, staring at her intently. “What you pick today could be your codename for life. You’d better be careful or you’ll be stuck with something utterly indecent.”

I rolled my eyes. Does she have to sway her hips like that when she walks? Like, we get it, you have a nice fucking body and you’re proud, but at least have some decorum around your damn students, dumbass.

“Yeah, she’s got a good point.” Aizawa agreed, brow furrowing briefly. I wonder how he chose his name. Does he regret it? “Midnight is going to have final approval of your names. It’s not my forte.” He reached down, grabbing his yellow sleeping bag and stepping inside of it.

“Now wait a minute,” I scowled, leaning to the side to see around Momo. “It’s our names, why the fuck do they need to be approved? And by her, of all people. If she has her way, we’ll all have fucking lewd ass names.”

She pouted, cocking her hip and resting her wrist against it. “What kind of person do you take me for, Winchester?”

“You really want me to answer that?” I deadpanned. “Thot.”

Even though I muttered the last part under my breath, she heard me. A tic mark appeared on her temple and she launched at me, pulling me into a tight headlock. “What did you just call me, brat?!”

“Hah?! Are you going deaf, grandma?!” I struggled against her hold.

“I am not old!!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You’re fucking ancie – ow!!”

The class only sweatdropped as they watched us argue back and forth.

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