Mommy Issues [Genshin|Mha]

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Chapter Ten| Wanderer

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After a total of 10 minutes composed of Midnight, All Might, Present Mike,  Cementos, and lastly Snipe trying to socialize with the "mini Aizawa" as Present Mike called him.

Scaramouche cracked.

Snapped really, in his weak defense they should have shut up 2 minutes in, and by that he means the freakishly tall blonde and the shorter skinny blonde.

Recognizing the signs of an angry cat, the sleeping bag clad hero mumbled a drowsy, "Cool it, kid."

He was lucky and got off with a side eye and scoff. In Shota's opinion that was progress. So he took it as a win and shut the 3 biggest yappers of the group down and this is how they ended up standing in front of an obstacle course.

Having removed his outer jacket, the Anemo Allogene had worn his under shirt that he had worn with his original clothing when he landed here.

Looking at the boy's arms for the first time Aizawa had noticed things.

One being his joints.

While the purple haired boy looked rather disinterested in the explanation of the course he will be 'running' through, it was obvious to Shota that Scaramouche was more closed off and he guarded his elbows.

Originally he figured his charge was just self conscious which wasn't unusual for kids his age, but then he saw what exactly the boy was hiding.

His joints were actually visible as if he was a doll. A porcelain doll. 

The more he glanced at his co-workers, but none of them appeared to even notice the odd body parts, either that, or they didn't show it.

While quirks were normal, especially mutation quirks, there was just something so fascinating when seeing such doll-like delicate features on such a brash person.

Shota was growing more curious about what exactly the problem-child's quirk was exactly.

Another thing Shota had noticed was the gloing teal orb that was attached to his hip by a dark blue sash. While it could be just a simple bobble, a decorative piece and nothing more, the pro hero had a gut feeling that the orb was more than that. He could have sworn he saw it before with the boy, so it must mean something.

Scaramouche didn't appear to be one for material things after all.

After present Mike finally finished his painfully long and equally enthusastic run through of the obstacles he shouted out a loud chant of 'Good luck little listener!'

With a sigh Scaramouche took his place on the cement stage and began walking till he reached the starting line.

The group of heroes silenced themselves all practically leaning forwards, even a certain grumpy homeroom teacher.

One minute he was standing there and the next his chest and neck began to light up in beautiful teal markings.

His eyes were the last to begin glowing brightly. Rings began to surround him from behind as if they were wings.

When Scaramouche began to rise from the ground the air around him began to become denser to the heroes. They all felt as if they were being held in place. Wether that was from the amazement of just how unique the quirk of the purple haired child was, or the actual change in air density, they didn't know.

Wind began to pick up and Scaramouche took off with a blast of wind, dodging through thin rings, over large walls of cement and, under swinging obstacles.

He looked more alive than he had since his first meeting with each of the heroes and it showed through the little arrogant smirk of the boy's face.

His eyes told another story however.

As fast as he was going most were able to track him well enough and only a few focused on his face noting the calculating eyes gliding around to see the next trap out to get him.

The widness of his eyes gave away something unexpected however, that being the look of almost insanity. He was actually having fun. Since he got here this was the most Scaramouche had shown himself to others.

Shota was proud to see it.

Before the group of astounded heroes knew it, the flying purple bullet that was Aizawa's charge had landed in front of them. His body was still glowing for another few seconds before the power that he held had dispersed. The soft song hummed off in the distance didn't miss anyone. It was as if the wind was singing for him.

If Scaramouche heard it he didn't let on, he simply scoffed and and grossed his arms waiting for their feedback.

It took another 15 minutes of praise from the teachers for the test to come to conclusion. It was decided he would help out occasionally during training for the class of 1-A.

He was more experienced than the majority of the class and it showed through his excellent precision when dodging but also his insight when going about the course. The immortal had truly impressed the group of pro heroes.  Of course he did sneer at the tall number one hero when he attempted to clap his large hand on his thin shoulder.

The awkward scrambling that followed from the hero did cause a quiet snort from a certain Shota Aizawa.

As Scaramouche and Shota left for their car to start their journey back Belle the fat cat waiting at home, Shota noticed the still glowing lightning shaped tattoo at the back of the boy's neck.

Even after it stopped glowing a purple tattoo could be seen underneath his sleeveless turtleneck. Aizawa would not be forgetting to ask about it eventually. He decided to keep it in the back of his mind.

For now.