To Overthrow The Stars

Chapter Two

Warning: light cursing (like barely any)

1065 words.

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"Hello, Chikako Hinako. I, Power Loader would like to formally welcome you to the Support Course at U.A. High School!" A short, buff man with a yellow dinosaur-like mechanical helmet greets me, "You've also got a special duty for my class, you are one of the few that will make hero costumes for the hero courses! Please stop by the school before the beginning of the new semester and help us make these hero costumes!"

The video ends and I squeal with excitement, kicking my legs girlishly from atop my bed. I got into the support course, AYE! I got into the support course, AYE! I sing in my head, following whatever beat from the song I last heard on my playlist. I think it was something by Destiny Rogers? I shake my head, not important. 

Immediately I pull out my phone to call Jiro, "Kyo-san! I got in! Well, I won't be in the hero course... but I got in to U.A.'s Support Course!" I practically squeal into the phone receiver when she picks up, "Did you get in?"

"Yeah! I just got my letter!" She squeals back, making us both squeal together. We sound like a herd of pigs, but like we care: we both got in to U.A. High! We chat for a hot minute after that before we hang up, Jiro having to go eat lunch with her folks.

Soon after she hangs up a phone call comes in from the school's phone number, I immediately answer, "Hello! Chikako Hinako speaking!"

"Good afternoon Ms. Hinako." Principal Nezu greets me from the other end, casually slurping his tea on the phone call, "I'd like to ask you a favor, if I may."

"Yes, of course!"

"Would you be willing to become the permanent support gear fixer for the hero classes? You wouldn't be the only one the hero course students would come to for fixing items, but you would be working in the field with the students if anything were to malfunction or break." Nezu slurps his tea again, "I am only asking this of you because your quirk, which you explained in more detail when you came to my office, would be a great asset. And this is the closest I can get you to becoming a hero course student."

"Why favorite me, Nezu-sama?" I ask bluntly, "There are so many more qualified people who deserve this opportunity. I'm afraid I'm not one of them."

"Yet." Principal Nezu chuckles, slurping more of his tea, "You will be trained, of course- and thoroughly at that- before you are able to go and meet the hero course students. This may take time, but I would suggest you start by helping Power Loader and his current students in making hero costumes before you think too much on my offer." He sighs, "And I do not use favoritism, I hate the entire human race."

He hangs up, and I'm left stunned looking at my phone. Well, better now than later. I pack a bag and say goodbye to my cat, who's sleeping with his head on my pillow, before sneaking out the front door of my house. It's not really sneaking, though, because I made up an excuse to tell my mother when she asked where I was going before I even put my shoes on. She bought it, though, so here I am walking to U.A. High School on my day off of regular school.

I make it to the classroom with a giant metal door that one of the third years claimed is the Support Course place. I take a deep breath before opening the massive door and stepping inside. Power Loader quickly greets me with a shake of my hand and immediately puts me to work with the few students that are in here. Their quirks seem to be ones made for this extracurricular activity, some with creative capabilities such as producing silks and cottons from their body and others with sewing capabilities like telekinesis and mending quirks. I nearly squeal with excitement when I learn that I'll be working on hero costumes with the three people I see sitting around a crafts table, not much of one for teamwork, but rather the experience of getting critiqued and critiquing others.

One girl makes her presence known to me immediately as I sit down at the table, "Hi there! The name's Hiroshi Yamagucci, nice to meet you!" She reaches out her caramel-colored hand- the scent of honeycomb and lavender seeping out of every pore on her body- and shakes mine, "I'm a second year here, so the thoughts I had as a first year are still fresh in my mind." She chuckles, "What's your name?"

"Chikako Hinako, nice to meet you Yamagucci-san." I smile, "Anything you'd like me to do first?"

One of the other students chimes in, "You can have the job no one else wants..." He murmurs, looking up at me through thick, dark bangs, "Go to all of the newest Hero Course 1A students houses and get their measurements. That's the easy part, though, because then you have to make all of the hero costumes for that class."

"Damn." I mutter, "How many classes do each of you have to do?"

Yamagucci pipes up first, "Two!"

The dark bangs boy answers next, "Two."

An auburn-haired girl answers last, "One... and I have to make some support gear too."

"Oh wow!" The amount of work these guys do blows my mind, "Okay, I guess I'll get to measuring then." I stand, setting my bag next to the crafts table to pull out my phone, two body measuring tapes, one head measuring tape, two notepads and a pen. I put my phone and one notepad in one of my pants pockets, put the three measuring tapes around my neck, and hold the other notepad and pen in my hand, "Who has the addresses?"

Power Loader walks over and hands me a piece of paper, "I've simplified the list so that you have less time scurrying around and more time making the costumes, go to each one in this order and it should be less walking to get to each one. You should be able to finish this portion two days from today, then start on the costumes." He scratches the back of his head and I take the paper, "Good luck, I've heard some of these students are a handful."

"Thanks." I bow to him, then to the students, "Be back later!"