MHA Stories i find on Ao3

My Class

By: Noctis_Night

The rain poured down in droves as the city slept for the morning. Well, that would be the case if the city was as peaceful as people wished. Hiding behind their rose-tinted glasses, they were blind to the fallout of their city as a group began to rise.

The alleyway was cold and damp as the rain continued to pour, without a sign of stopping, but that didn't deter the two occupants of the alley. Well, one would love to leave.

A man lay flat on his back, face bruised and bleeding, arms and legs bent at odd angles, his breathing sharp and rapid. Towering over the beaten man was his attacker, a person half his size and age, a simple teenager of 16 with bright blond hair and a single lightning bolt of black.

"Please... please just— just... let me... go." The man pleaded, his life flashing before him.

"You really should have thought about that before laying your filthy hands on that boy." The teen spat.

"Just take... take me to, to the... police." The man continued his plea, breathing laboured.

"And let you pay off the police again? Don't think so." The boy laughed before placing a hand on the man's arm.

In an instant, the alley was filled with screams and lightning. All that was left was the burning crisps of a man, as the boy stood back, smiling at his work.

"What did you do?" The boy froze, who would be out in the dead of night in the pouring rain? "I suggest you turn around so I can see you." The voice called out. The boy stood still, he wasn't about to show this person his face.

But then there was a growl from the person behind him, it stopped when a new voice entered.

"Mic, can't you see it's just a child?" The boy catalogued the name, Mic.

"Shouta, what are you doing here?" At this point, 'Mic' had turned around to see if he could spot his friend.

"That's where you're mistaken," The voice then shouted over 'Mic's shoulder, "Voltage, now!" Before 'Mic' could even react he felt something hit his back and the sting of electricity follow.

'Mic' collapsed once the charge had stopped, the small shocks carried through his body, but didn't kill him. The blond boy, Voltage, kneeled beside the collapsed body and felt for a pulse. Still there.

Getting up, he was greeted by the person who provided the distraction, this mysterious 'Shouta'. Except, it wasn't a mystery as Voltage was greeted by a purple haired boy his age. Smiling, Voltage greeted his friend.

"Thanks for that Shin-"

"Field names." His friend interrupted, Voltage rolling his eyes.

"Fine. Thanks for that, Echo." Voltage playful sneered, Echo softly punching his friend in the shoulder. He smiled, though it couldn't be seen behind his voice box.

"Anything to help a friend, plus, you're getting really good at controlling your quirk, like not frying your brain as quickly."

"Thank Deku for that, and Mechanic for the new disks." Echo nodded as he turned back to the fallen hero.

"So, how many heroes did Deku say we should capture?" Voltage asked.

"He said as many as we wish, though not too many." Echo kicked at the blond man.

"He's going to be excited when he sees he has Present Mic."

"He would be excited regardless of what hero we bring. Dad's going to be annoyed though and that going to leave an upset DJ." The blond boy laughed at his friend's answer. It was true, and there was no denying it.