My Hero Academia: EMTs

Hero Henry?

Henry:

We were totally gonna make it... totally. All we had to do was match up against a true pro in a week. Oh boy, my mind is racing. It's been racing this whole time, but I'm trying not to let Tori see.

Out of the library, we walk to a small map of the facilities on the wall. Tori admires the view of the city outside while I review the options available. "On the base floor is the support course. If I had to guess, that's where we can requisition equipment."

"Are you sure that's where? We could just ask."

I shake my head. "I have nothing against asking directions, but making support items is the specialty of those classes. Maybe we can find someone to help us figure out what to get in the first place. The actual requisition desk is useless if we don't know what to ask for, ya know?" I say back.

In minutes, we're traveling down the hall of the base floor with several support classes. "Why do you think three floors are devoted to the support courses?" Tori asks.

"I don't know. Maybe a lot of people like the course, " I shrug.

"Maybe- but I wonder if it has something to do with the space they might n-" As we walk by a metal door, I hear some kind of explosion followed quickly by the door flying open and a few screws embedding themselves in the wall, missing my face by inches.

Tori jumps back several steps with a shriek, then seems to remember I'm even there and tries to yank me away from the door and into the safety of the... sheetrock walls of the hall. I suspect more substantial materials are under the sheetrock, but I don't see them, so I can't be sure. Tori tries to hug me to keep her and me safely back, but I work my way out of her grasp and over to the door.

I'm not stupid, just not easily scared. I keep the metal door between me and the room beyond it, but I still peek through the apparently strong glass. Inside, I see a room full of tables and gadgets of all kinds. The floor is cement with-

The door is suddenly thrown open even further, and I'm slammed against the wall. "Is everyone okay out here?!? " a teenage girl shouts as she suddenly bursts into the hall. "Oh, hey, who are you? You're cuter than most of the weirdos we have around here," the girl says when she notices my sister. "I would know I'm one of them!"

I slowly push the door off myself, feeling almost smashed.

"Oh hey, there's also you. You both look too cute to be here- must be someone's siblings- are you lost?" She alternates between normal speech and yelling as she speaks, and her motions seem a little jerky- but at least she has a smile while talking directly to us; that's a nice change of pace for today. The new girl has what I think is naturally pink hair that's arranged in dreadlocks and swept to one side, or the back is swept to the side, and the front of her hair-do hangs, framing her face with dreads. For a girl, she actually has a decently strong build, and she wears a thick gray apron that's covered in grease stains, coupled with a gray tank top and extremely thick and bulky gray gloves. She's actually gorgeous in my eyes, but I'm trying to stay on task.

"Um... hi. My name is Henry; who are you? Do you know what that blast was?" I ask.

"I'm Mei Hatsume, inventor extraordinaire!" She says, and then sticks a hand enthusiastically in my face. "And if I had to guess, you're someone's cute little brother... though hey..." She leans down a bit to examine me- which is a bit weird. "I don't think you're Japanese- actually, you're not even Asian- are you from America- yeah, I think you are-" she starts moving around me and yanking my arms up and down as she examines me- I don't feel like she has a concept of personal space. "Hmm- no significant hair anywhere but your head, but your body has developed to a certain stage, so I'd say... twelve, maybe eleven?"