Location: U.A. High School, Class 1-A Classroom
Time: 8:15 AM
Morning sunlight flooded through the tall windows, completely ignored by the chaotic crowd of students.
Shoving past empty desks, almost everyone in Class 1-A crowded around Mina Ashido.
Holding her smartphone high in the air, Mina cranked the volume to the maximum.
["Live from the business district! Hero X just turned the High-Ends into graffiti!"]
The reporter's panicked, breathless voice echoed from the tiny speaker.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
That heavy, ridiculously catchy electronic bassline instantly followed.
[🎵Ain't never seen something quite like it, MM🎵]
Twitching her earphone jacks, Kyoka Jiro leaned closer to the phone with a deeply disturbed expression.
"The acoustics on this recording are completely impossible," Jiro muttered.
Manifesting three extra ears along his tentacles, Mezo Shoji nodded in grim agreement.
"She's right," Shoji rumbled. "There's absolutely zero origin point for the sound waves."
[🎵And when we play we don't stop fighting 🎵
🎵Won't see it coming fast like lightning, whoa-mm 🎵]
Bobbing his head to the beat, Denki Kaminari just looked confused.
"What do you mean?" Kaminari asked. "It's just a really sick beat."
[🎵We'll save the day, they can't deny it 🎵]
Jiro pointed a finger directly at the glass skyscrapers on the screen.
"If he used street speakers or broadcast drones, the bass would bounce off those buildings," Jiro explained. "That music just... manifested directly into the open atmosphere."
[🎵Higher, higher🎵
🎵We're about to set this game on fire, fire🎵]
Creating a small metal tuning fork from her wrist, Momo Yaoyorozu stared at it nervously.
[🎵They can't bring us down🎵]
"He isn't just folding physical matter," Yaoyorozu whispered. "He's completely rewriting how sensory laws function in his vicinity."
Sitting right behind the crowd, Izuku Midoriya chewed frantically on his thumbnail.
Scribble. Scribble.
His right hand blurred across a charred notebook.
"It defies every single known classification," Midoriya mumbled at lightning speed.
He aggressively circled a rough sketch of the two-dimensional fold.
"It isn't an Emitter because it permanently alters the state of matter without any continuous energy output," Midoriya panicked.
Chopping his arms wildly through the air, Tenya Iida marched down the aisle.
"Projecting unlicensed music across a public city block is a direct violation of noise disturbance ordinances!" Iida argued loudly.
[🎵Be-be-be-bending space and time🎵
🎵We're that whole new type of hero, hero🎵]
Placing a finger on her chin, Tsuyu Asui let out a nervous croak.
"He folded them like origami paper, ribbit," Tsuyu noted.
Rubbing her temples, Ochaco Uraraka looked slightly green.
"Just watching someone lose their mass makes me feel totally nauseous," Uraraka groaned, comparing the visual to severe zero-gravity sickness.
Nervously stretching a piece of tape between his fingers, Hanta Sero swallowed hard.
"He flattened three top-tier bio-weapons thinner than cellophane," Sero whispered.
Punching his hardened fists together, Eijiro Kirishima grinned wildly through his shark teeth.
"Having your own combat soundtrack drop when you fight villains is the manliest thing ever!" Kirishima cheered.
Striking a sparkling, dramatic pose, Yuga Aoyama winked at the ceiling.
"For my grand debut, I will require a highly energetic French pop track," Aoyama demanded gracefully.
Crossing his arms in the shadows near the back wall, Fumikage Tokoyami closed his eyes.
"A dark, gothic rock theme would strike true fear into the hearts of evildoers," Tokoyami agreed solemnly.
Popping out from his stomach, Dark Shadow nodded vigorously.
Eating a sugar cube to calm his nerves, Rikido Sato winced.
"Trying to understand 2D physics is just giving me a massive headache," Sato complained.
Swishing his thick tail anxiously, Mashirao Ojiro sighed.
"It just seems way too flashy for hero work," Ojiro admitted.
Trembling silently in the back row, Koji Koda hid his face behind his hands.
Waving her invisible sleeves through the air, Toru Hagakure whined loudly.
"I wish I had a cool entrance!" Toru complained. "Sneaking around is so boring!"
BAM.
Katsuki Bakugo violently exploded his desk completely in half.
"Shut up, you damn nerds!" Bakugo roared.
Pop. Pop.
Tiny, aggressive explosions sparked across his sweaty palms.
Glaring at the paused video of Kaito, Bakugo gritted his teeth in absolute, unhinged fury.
Working his entire life to become the undisputed Number One, seeing a cocky rookie steal the Tokyo spotlight drove him completely crazy.
"He's just an arrogant extra doing cheap parlor tricks!" Bakugo yelled, completely ignoring the fact that Endeavor got casually tossed aside.
Leaning back in his chair near the window, Shoto Todoroki stared blankly at the ceiling tiles.
"...Do you think I need a custom music playlist?" Todoroki asked genuinely.
"..."
"..."
The entire chaotic classroom went completely dead silent.
Looking back down, Todoroki met his classmates' stares with a perfectly deadpan expression.
"If I play a bass-heavy track from my phone, will my fire attacks burn hotter?" Todoroki wondered aloud.
Mina slapped her forehead with a loud, exasperated groan.
--<>--
Location: U.A. High School, Class 1-B Classroom
"Hahaha!"
Standing right on top of his desk, Neito Monoma threw his head back and laughed maniacally.
Pointing a mocking finger toward the wall separating them from Class A, he wiped a tear from his eye.
"Do you hear that?!" Monoma shouted. "Their precious Tokyo internships are completely overshadowed!"
Sitting at the desk in front of him, Itsuka Kendo rubbed her temples in deep annoyance.
"They thought working with Endeavor made them special," Monoma gloated loudly. "But a single rookie just turned the entire Hero Billboard Chart into a total joke!"
SMACK.
Expanding her right hand, Kendo chopped the back of Monoma's neck hard.
Monoma collapsed straight onto the linoleum floor.
"Stop yelling," Kendo sighed, dragging him back to his seat by the collar.
Looking past the unconscious blonde, the rest of the class wasn't laughing at all.
Wiping away a single manly tear, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu gripped his metallic hair.
"That was the most hardcore beatdown I've ever seen," Tetsutetsu whispered in pure awe. "I also need to think about my manly battle theme..."
Nervously tapping his desk, Yosetsu Awase analyzed the combat footage with a grim expression.
"My welding Quirk is completely useless without 3D mass," Awase pointed out, swallowing hard.
Juzo Honenuki crossed his arms, looking equally stressed.
"Softening the ground means absolutely nothing if the enemy can just fold the street into a piece of paper," Honenuki muttered.
Clasping her vine-covered hands together, Ibara Shiozaki bowed her head.
"I pray for the lost souls of those trapped creatures," Ibara whispered softly.
Adjusting his glasses, Jurota Shishida frowned deeply.
"My beast instincts are completely terrified by his unnatural movements," Shishida admitted, shivering slightly.
Sweating profusely, Manga Fukidashi's comic-book head practically steamed.
"I heavily relate to the 2D aspect of that Quirk," Manga stammered.
Floating her detached head across the room, Setsuna Tokage laughed nervously.
"If I use my Quirk inside that Canvas dimension..." Tokage trailed off, her floating eyes widening. "Do I just turn into scattered jigsaw puzzle pieces?"
Shihai Kuroiro slouched in his chair, staring at the shadows on the floor.
"Do shadows even exist in a two-dimensional space?" Kuroiro wondered darkly.
Sharpening a blade from his forearm, Togaru Kamakiri grinned aggressively.
"I really want to try slicing that folded space open," Kamakiri challenged.
Shaking his head, Kosei Tsuburaba sighed.
"My solid air shields would just get folded instantly," Tsuburaba admitted in defeat.
Silently enlarging a textbook, Yui Kodai hid her nervous face behind the heavy pages.
Accidentally sprouting tiny mushrooms across her desk, Kinoko Komori gasped from the sheer stress.
Floating a chair nervously near the window, Reiko Yanagi kept her hands tucked into her sleeves.
Nirengeki Shoda scientifically analyzed the footage on his tablet.
"The kinetic impact of his snaps requires zero physical buildup," Shoda observed frantically.
Spinning his fingers like drills, Sen Kaibara sweated heavily.
Shooting a few scales directly into the trash can, Rin Hiryu groaned in pure frustration at the power gap.
Pacing back and forth, Pony Tsunotori panicked in rapid-fire English.
Accidentally gluing his own hands together, Kojiro Bondo stammered apologies to absolutely no one.
--<>--
Location: U.A. High School, Third-Year Dormitory
Striking a highly dramatic pose in the center of the common room, Mirio Togata raised his right hand.
Trying to mimic Hero X exact entrance, he brought his fingers together sharply.
Snap.
Dropping his arm, Mirio just laughed out loud.
"Nope, that didn't sound intimidating at all," Mirio admitted cheerfully.
Curled into a incredibly tight ball on the floor, Tamaki Amajiki pressed his forehead directly against the drywall.
"The entire country is staring at him," Tamaki whimpered, shivering uncontrollably.
Just thinking about millions of civilians listening to a personal theme song made Tamaki feel physically sick.
"If that was me out there..." Tamaki trailed off, his voice trembling violently. "I would literally die on the spot."
Hovering completely upside down near the ceiling, Nejire Hado poked Mirio's cheek.
"Hey, hey, how do you think they breathe when they're flat?" Nejire asked rapidly.
Rubbing his chin, Mirio actually pondered the biology of a two-dimensional drawing.
"Do their lungs just become flat little circles?" Nejire continued, floating in a slow, curious circle around the room. "Can a piece of paper even feel pain? I really want to ask him!"
--<>--
Location: U.A. High School, Principal's Office
Sitting comfortably behind a polished wooden desk, Principal Nezu poured hot tea into two porcelain cups.
Steam curled lazily into the quiet, temperature-controlled air.
Resting on the leather sofa across the room, Toshinori Yagi stared silently at a digital tablet.
The screen constantly looped the news helicopter footage of Kaito trapping the three High-Ends in the concrete mural.
Hopping down from his oversized chair, Nezu carried a teacup directly over to the sofa.
"The hero landscape is shifting quite drastically," Nezu noted calmly.
Accepting the warm cup with a polite nod, Toshinori kept his sunken blue eyes locked on the playing video.
CLINK.
"Do you think Young Midoriya will eventually surpass a man who fights with his own background music?" Nezu joked lightly.
Toshinori didn't offer a laugh.
Mentally comparing the reality-warping Canvas Quirk to his own prime strength, the former Number One ran through dozens of scenarios.
Picturing a full-power United States of Smash, he genuinely wondered if pure kinetic force could break out of a two-dimensional drawing.
He didn't know the answer.
Despite recognizing that terrifying, god-like gap in their abilities, a slow, warm smile spread across Toshinori's gaunt face.
Watching this mysterious young hero effortlessly handle a national threat filled him with genuine, overwhelming hope.
'We don't have to carry this burden alone anymore,' Toshinori thought.
Taking a slow sip of his tea, the former Symbol of Peace finally relaxed his heavy shoulders.
--<>--
Location: Paranormal Liberation Front Headquarters, Underground Meeting Room
Pressing a button on his remote, Skeptic projected a 3D digital human model onto the wall.
CLICK.
"Attacking this man directly is absolute suicide," Skeptic stated bluntly.
Pressing another button, he instantly flattened the 3D model into a paper-thin line.
"The Canvas Quirk completely deletes mass from reality," Skeptic explained, adjusting his glasses. "Stepping within his range drops your body volume to zero."
He pointed his laser pointer directly at the flattened digital model.
"You lose all physical mass... you may not be able to get out in the 2D dimension."
Slamming his fist onto the dark wooden table, Koku Hanabata gritted his teeth.
"This hero's viral popularity is completely destroying our political momentum on the streets," Trumpet argued loudly. "We can't just let him parade around with a theme song!"
Sitting quietly in his heavy winter coat, Geten narrowed his cold eyes.
"I can just freeze him from a distance," Geten suggested coldly. "He can't fold ice if I overwhelm the entire block."
Skeptic immediately pulled up a clip of Kaito turning the hardened bone spikes into pencil drawings.
"Your ice would just become a two-dimensional sketch," Skeptic shot back.
Geten ground his teeth, realizing his entire arsenal was completely useless.
Gripping the handle of his oversized sword, Spinner groaned loudly.
"It's like fighting a hacker using cheat codes!" Spinner complained, leaning over the table. "Normal combat rules don't even apply to this guy!"
Tipping his top hat down, Mr. Compress shook his head.
"Ambushing him in an alley is impossible," Compress pointed out smoothly. "You would just end up as decorative graffiti on a Tokyo sidewalk."
He rested his chin on his gloved hand.
"As a fellow showman, I respect the flair... but tactically, it is an absolute nightmare."
Leaning back in his leather chair, Dabi let out a harsh scoff.
"He's just a cocky poser," Dabi muttered lazily.
Looking down at his own scarred arms, his voice lacked its usual venomous bite.
He knew damn well his blue flames wouldn't mean a thing against a spatial fold.
Leaning over the back of the sofa, Himiko Toga pouted her lips.
"Can paper drawings even bleed?" Toga whined, twirling a combat knife between her fingers. "Stabbing a graffiti mural doesn't sound fun at all."
She kicked her feet against the back of the sofa.
"And why don't we have our own theme songs playing from the sky?!" Toga demanded. "The heroes get all the cool stuff!"
Standing right next to her, Twice violently grabbed his own masked head.
"I want a heavy death metal track for my villain debut!" Twice yelled aggressively.
Dropping his hands, his posture instantly slumped.
"No, wait, a relaxing jazz song would be much better..." Twice whispered softly.
Sigh.
Letting out a heavy, exhausted sigh, Re-Destro completely ignored the League's chaotic bickering.
"We are paralyzed," Re-Destro admitted grimly.
Staring at the frozen image of the concrete mural on the wall, he rubbed his chin.
"Our only option is to lay completely low," Re-Destro ordered the room. "We have to pray Tomura's awakening grants him enough raw Decay power to rot the 2D space itself."
--<>--
Location: Jaku Hospital, Underground Laboratory
"Hahahahaha!"
Spinning his wheelchair around the freezing laboratory, Dr. Kyudai Garaki grinned wildly.
Thick saliva drooled from his chin as he stared at a massive bank of computer monitors.
Every single screen replayed the Tokyo fight from different camera angles.
Typing frantically on his keyboard, Garaki pulled up Kaito's estimated biometric data.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
Adjusting his thick goggles, he wheezed in pure disbelief.
"No elevated heart rate," Garaki muttered, scanning the scrolling green numbers. "Zero thermal recoil."
Zooming in closely on Kaito's relaxed face, the doctor desperately searched the footage.
He couldn't find a single drop of sweat on the young hero.
Rolling his wheelchair right up to the central glass vat, Garaki looked up at the thrashing body inside.
"Do you see this, Tomura?!" Garaki yelled, pointing a gnarled finger back at the monitors.
He gripped his metal armrests, his hands shaking with scientific joy.
"My Quirk Singularity Doomsday Theory says Quirks will eventually outgrow the human body's hardware!" Garaki preached loudly.
Comparing the Canvas Quirk to All For One's stolen stockpile, he made a terrifying realization.
Hero X wasn't straining his body because he used zero physical energy to bend reality.
'A perfect Singularity,' Garaki thought wildly.
Pressing his wrinkled face directly against the freezing glass of the vat, he stared at the bubbling green liquid.
"You have to wake up soon, Tomura," Garaki whispered frantically. "You have to steal that Quirk before he evolves into a god."
--<>--
Location: The X Agency, Front Office
Time: 10:00 AM
RING! RING! RING!
The front office sounded like a stock exchange floor.
Five different landline telephones rang simultaneously.
Standing behind the sleek reception desk, Makoto tapped furiously on a digital tablet.
She wore a sharp, professional business suit and a polite smile.
"No, I am sorry, Hero X is currently unavailable for a live interview," Makoto said into her wireless headset.
She swiped left on her tablet, rejecting three massive corporate sponsorship deals in a row.
"Yes, the background track was completely diegetic," Makoto confirmed to a major news outlet.
She checked a digital spreadsheet on her monitor.
"The official title of the theme song is 'New Type of Hero'," Makoto stated smoothly. "No, it is not available on streaming platforms at this time."
Sitting at a computer terminal in the back corner, Mirai Sasaki pushed his glasses up his nose.
Under the agency alias 'Shin Kudo', he quietly sorted through the massive influx of data and public inquiries.
Best Jeanist stood right next to him.
Wearing his casual denim jacket, the Number Three hero went by the agency alias 'Tanaka'.
Tanaka stared at the live media feeds playing on a secondary monitor.
The entire country was practically talking to X.
"The public reaction is entirely unprecedented," Mirai muttered.
Best Jeanist crossed his arms.
"They view him as an new type of hero, as the name of the song suggests..." Tsunagu whispered.
Sharing a look of absolute disbelief, the two veteran pros just shook their heads.
They both knew the ridiculous truth.
X just literally just wanted to finish his coffee yesterday.
BANG.
The heavy door to the lounge room swung open.
Mirko marched straight out of the hallway, her red eyes burning with intense frustration.
She kicked her heavy combat boots right onto the edge of Makoto's desk.
"Where is he?!" Mirko asked loudly.
Makoto muted her headset.
"He is taking a break in the lounge," Makoto replied calmly.
Mirko cracked her knuckles.
She didn't want a sparring match today.
"I need to know how he got the music to fall out of the damn sky," Mirko growled.
Leaning closer to Makoto, the rabbit hero pointed an aggressive finger.
"Tell him I want my own combat theme song," Mirko requested. "I want heavy metal guitars playing every time I kick a villain in the face."
Standing quietly near the filing cabinets, Tsunagu perked his ears up.
He maintained his perfectly stoic, serious expression.
Internally, however, the denim-wearing hero completely agreed with her.
'Having personalized music drop during a rescue operation is incredibly fashionable,' Tsunagu admitted to himself.
He desperately wanted a theme song too.
Walking past the angry rabbit hero, Tsunagu pushed open the door to the lounge room.
The room was completely quiet, entirely isolated from the ringing phones and yelling outside.
Sitting comfortably on the leather sofa, Kaito completely ignored the national chaos.
He held a fresh cup of hot black coffee.
Sip.
Taking a slow, casual sip, Kaito just watched the morning weather report on a small television.
He didn't care about the news, the villains, or the frantic media.
"This is life... No problems should be coming for the next few days right?"
--<>--
[A/n] I'm back... I got released from the hospital yesterday. Although the CT Scan was not yet released, the pain was already manageable. The antibiotics and pain relievers worked. Started working today and the schedule is back for this book.
Ty for waiting.
-Dr_Chad
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