Vents and Spare Pocket Mics

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UA High

Shoto was laying on his futon staring at the ceiling. He couldn't get to sleep. The things he had seen and heard earlier that day was playing in a loop in his head. He had, of course, heard of other realities but they were found through rare unique quirks, so there was little chance he ever interacted with one.

However, another student, someone he was beginning to view as a friend, had sent herself to a different universe. She created something to do it. Bringing his left hand up to his face, he can't help but think that even with making this quirk his own, it still created mostly destruction. Bringing up his right, even his ice is devastating. Hopefully, that can start to change soon. Dropping both arms, he thinks again about the projector he watched for hours earlier that day.

"A couple of pieces of hair and we can follow another's alternate realities! Most of the time it's the same things we're already doing or small career changes but overall the same. She has noted in the sub-journal mentions finding a 'catalyst' for best functionality, there are also schematics and another journal started for a handheld catalyst tracker. The projector can do it if their DNA is in the room when it does a scan."

Reaching up to feel his hair, Shoto wonders why he's kept the same haircut since he was little. Oh.. his fingers trail over his scar. Would he be comfortable displaying it so openly? Shrugging his shoulders, "Our class's emotional scars will always outway any physical ones." Pulling out his phone he sent a quick text to Momo asking for some clippers. After hitting send he realized it was almost 3 am, so not expecting a response he goes to set the phone down when the chirp of her ringtone sounded.

'Rn? I'm down in the common room with kyoka'

Not bothering to respond he rolls out of bed and heads down the stairs. Momo already had the clippers and a variety of attachments and hair scissors ready for him. Without a word, he grabs it all from the table and leaves a bewildered Momo and Kyoka behind.

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It had all started as a normal Friday morning as far as Shoto was concerned. It was on his walk to class, however, that he started to hear the whispers. Now, when he says "walk to class" it's more his walk around the school before class. He had started it shortly after beginning at UA and after all the random attacks it's nice to have a habitual morning routine.

Today he was walking near the support department, honestly, he makes a point to walk past here frequently. Sometimes a frantic support student would pull him into a classroom to try on a piece of their gear, or latest suit design or get him to help with something using his quirk. He always leaves those sessions feeling like he did something useful. Especially with the project on thermal suites, he had to blast them with fire at different steady temperatures for specific time periods depending on the test. It ended up such strenuous quirk practice on top of typical heroic work that the support teacher got a pass from the principal for him to use his heroics period to help the 3rd year finish their project.

While his father made him lose sight of his dream of heroics for a while, Izuku helped him find his passion again. But it was these morning walks that made him realize he could also be more than just a hero or a strong quirk. He was appreciated differently in the support hall than in the hero class of 1-A. Sure, Izuku is the light of his world and a couple of others are nice, but it's mostly Zu that has him eating at the lunch table with the group rather than with the support kids who share the same lunch break.

Izuku knows about his adventures to that side of the school and will even go with him sometimes so he can visit Mei.

Bringing it back to this morning. There were whispers. A man named David Shield arrived, who Shoto thinks is the guy from I Island Izuko was talking about. What could he be doing here when he surely has important projects on the island to work on?

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