MHA Quirkless Transfer Student - War Games
Michael hit the ground hard. One second he was in his room, the next, he was staring up at a sky too blue, too sharp to be real. U.A. High School. He had no Quirk. Everyone around him flashed fire, ice, explosion, heroes in training in motion. He swallowed. No powers. No chance? A voice cut through the chaos.
"Transfer student? Move!"Aizawa said.
He scanned the battlefield, Shiketsu students storming the field, U.A. defenders yelling commands, explosions tearing up the mock city. War Games had begun.
He had no Quirk, but he had skills. Observation. Timing. Strategy. Within seconds, he dodged a fireball, flipped behind cover, and tripped a Shiketsu scout into a pitfall trap he’d improvised.
A flash, a smoke cloud, a perfectly timed distraction, and Michael was already in position to turn the tide. Quirkless? Maybe. Dangerous? Absolutely. The War Games had started… and the unknown transfer student was already rewriting the rules.
