RANDOM PAGES

PAGE ELEVEN

Villain Midoriya!

"Aren't you excited, Iida?" Uraraka huffed excitedly as she walked with her blue haired friend to their school. "The sports festival is tomorrow!"

"Aah-- yes!" Iida answered, his hands doing a chopping motion. "I'll give my best."

"Hey guys!"

Both students turned their head to the caller. A boy who was probably the same as their age was sitting on the railings of the bridge they passed recently. They haven't noticed the boy before since they were excited and talking about the upcoming sports festival.

This boy possessed curly dark hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a gray shirt under his black hoodie with matching pants. A white backpack hung on his back, the white straps were seen hanging on his shoulders. In his hand was a notebook.

"You're from U.A, aren't you?" The boy waved at the scholars as he greeted cheerfully, "Where you train to become heroes?"

Uraraka and Iida approached the youth to hear what he has to say.

"I've heard a lot about you through the sports festival," he stated, "Are you nervous?"

Uraraka was the one to answer, completely unsuspicious of the stranger.

"Nervous? We are excited!" She beamed, her fists clenched in front of her in determination. "I'm Ochako, U.A's student and future hero."

Uraraka held unto the railings, sitting on it as well.

"Ohoho? Uravity?"

"Yes!"

"Nice quirk."

"Uwah-- it's not a big deal."

"Uraraka, we have classes," Iida reminded his classmates, interrupting their casual conversation.

Uraraka waved him off saying, "Relax, Aizawa is always late."

"Iida, right?"

Iida turned to the dark haired stranger.

"Oh yes, sorry," he remarked, "I'm Tenya, Iida Tenya."

"Iida Tenya..." The boy trailed off. He seemed to be thinking.

"You know," he added, "you have an incredible quirk. It reminds me of Ingenium."

"Thanks. Although, it isn't unexpected since he's my brother, Tensei," Iida replied, feeling proud of his brother.

"Your brother? Awesome!" The boy's smile widened, he was interested. "I always wanted to meet a professional hero like him. It would be thrilling to have his autograph."

The boy gripped his notebook which had the words scribbled "No.13" at the top front. The last time since he had written something in the notebook was when he was sitting on a dark alley.

"Although to be honest," the boy trailed off, remembering the scene happening before his eyes.

He sat there, looking at the hero's body laying in a pool of blood. Stain's knife was plunge in his chest. He didn't do anything. He wasn't supposed nor wanted to do anything. He was working with the villain who wore a scarf that had the color of his victims' blood.

"I wouldn't have enough couraged to ask him."