Phalanx's Drabbles

MHA Special Basket Drabbles

Ex Albio was ecstatic to be here.

It was surreal, to be standing this close to his dream, just at the cusp of attaining the dream that he had always wished for.

Ever since coming into this strange, new world, Albio had always been fascinated with Pro Heroes. The idea that he could register, officially, as a hero tickled his neurons in more ways than one. He could save people and get ludicrous amounts of cash! There was no other profession out there that could kill so many birds with just a single boulder.

Their caretakers at the school were more than happy to fund his future career; in fact, they were ecstatic.

And now he was here, at the front yard of the most prestigious hero academy in Japan, and perhaps the world, U.A. High. Looking at it this closely, Ex Albio felt an immense amount of pride at himself for making it; the dream of every highschooler in his generation. It had took literal decades, but with both his determination and his past life's lessons the Hero had flourished.

The blonde looked to his left, at the squirming figure of his master as the two walked leisurely side-by-side. "Isn't this amazing, master?! We're finally going to U.A High!" Albio giddily asked.

Ars Almal looked back at him, askanced and disbelieved. Her face was red and her lips were wobbly, stuttering something incomprehensible before she moved to hin like a blur. She hurriedly grasped the neck of his tied shirt, dragging him down with their bare faces just inches of each other.

"Could you quiet down a notch!?" she whisper-screamed right next to his ear, the petite girl anxiously looking around themselves, side-by-side. She continued, "There's a lot of people going through the entrance, and I'd rather not attract unwanted attention this early in the school year!"

Ex put his arms up defensively, adopting a sheepish expression before nervously chuckling. "Fine, fine. But I can't help myself, ya know! After all, I'm finally officially going to be a hero! Isn't that exciting!?" he babbled to his superior, the two of them garnering inquisitives eyes at Elbio's volume. Ars winced, face contorting into a pout as she grabbed the taller boy's ear and pulled as hard as she could.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Albio exclaimed, his ear chained to Almal's grip as she stomped towards U.A. High, dragging a pained Albio along with her.

"MMMAAASSSTEEERRR!!!"

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Tartarus was a boring place, All For One concluded.

In this prison of countless malcontents, All For One could reasonably conclude that he was the scariest of them all. He had the quirk, he had the smarts, he had the physique. His covert gang was growing day by day, even if the militarized policemen they called guards made human rights violations by the dozens.

Of course, none would punish them for it, for this was Tartarus. A prison so infamous for it's wards that the name was synonymous to a living hellscape. No prisoner had ever got out of it since it's inception. What hadn't also gone out was information.

Oh, the general public knew the little tidbits of it all. That this was the home of the greatest malcontents of the world. That the security is nearly impenetrable. That it was located a few kilometers of the coastline.

What they hadn't known was that the prisoners there lived in terrible conditions. That the guards would routinely pummel the weaker inmates for fun. That their invasive, often unnecessary methods of achieving security had earned them the ire of the entire prison.