Soul Splitter: [A OC MHA fanfic]

Metal's Limit

The boys locker room was hushed, as everyone changed into their UA jumpsuits. No one knew what was going on, they were supposed to be going to an orientation, not getting into their workout fatigues.

Azuki sat on one of the benches, already changed. Others were nervous, getting changed in front of people you had just met could make you uneasy, but Azuki didn't worry about it. His metal frame, was just that, metal. He didn't have anything to be embarrassed about because of how it looked because there nothing to judge about it, it was just metal plating.

On the other hand, Azuki hadn't polished himself in awhile...

There was small chatter, people introducing themselves to others. Azuki sat on his bench, just far enough away that no one was approaching him but close enough that he didn't look like he was a loner.

"Hey, the names Eijiro Kirishima, what's yours?" The red haired kid announced, his hand extended for a fist pump and a wide grin on his face.

"Azuki Sheishin, pleasure to meet you" Azuki responded, then promptly went to gently fist pump Kirishima. Azuki didn't want to hurt him after all.

Kirishima didn't share the same sentiment, as he fist pumped Azuki just like he would anyone else. There was a loud clang as their fists collided.

Azuki slowly looked down at the Kirishima's fist, expecting it to be a shattered mess. It wasn't, in fact Azuki's fist was the one that looked like it had taken damage, although it was very minor.

"Oops, sorry about that, I didn't mean to bump that hard" Kirishima said, a sheepish grin replacing the one he had before.

"How...how is your fist not destroyed?" Azuki asked, in disbelief of what had happened.

"Oh that's because of my quirk" Kirishima stated. His hand then hardened, becoming jagged and uneven, like a rock.

Azuki's len's widened in surprise. No wonder he didn't hold back, if he can turn his skin to stone, what could hurt him?

"Pretty manly ain't it?" Kirishima asked, more and more of his body becoming rock until he was encrusted all over.

"Um, if that's what you want to call it?" Azuki responded, his head tilted sideways in slight confusion. Yes it was cool, maybe not 'manly', that was an odd way to describe it.

"So what's your quirk?" Kirishima asked, that toothy grin back on his face. Azuki could see a few other heads turn as if wondering the same question.

"Umm, it's hard to explain, I can possess things, make them move how I need them to move. If I'm being honest it's not even that great of a quirk..." Azuki yammered off, getting more and more anxious as he went on. The locker room didn't have much conversation going around, Azuki felt like all eyes were on him. This Kirishima was a nice guy, but he wasn't exactly quiet.

Kirishima waved aside Azuki's response. "Couldn't have been that bad right? You got into UA didn't you?"

"Yeah, all my quirk does is allow me to grow sticky purple balls on my head, yours CAN'T be that bad" stated the small purple headed child, who was standing right behind Azuki, making Azuki jump up in surprise.

"How-how old are you? Why are you so small?" Azuki blurted out. Before he could apologize the small child squinted at him, then walked off murmuring "You'll show them, you'll show them all Mineta".

"What an odd kid" the black haired kid with large elbows stated, scratching his head in confusion at the departing toddler

"I didn't mean to say that, it just came out" Azuki explained, hoping that no one thought he just was a blunt jerk.