Resurrection | Shota Aizawa

Chapter 2

Third person pov

Hiroki Akisuka's quirk only worked once.

It was a quirk that had been passed down on his father's side since the beginning. It was notably one of the first powers to develop in this super human society. Though he hadn't been sure he'd inherited it, it had become painstakingly apparent that he had. He felt absolutely ragged as he shook the dirt from his white locks, blinking rapidly as his eyes wavered against the sudden change in lighting.

Resurrection was an interesting quirk. If someone wielding the power was killed by an outside force, such as a blow to the head, or maybe a stab wound, the quirk would activate. The person with said quirk would still be dead, of course. And they'd stay dead for ten years. Their body would decay, and then it would grow back in that time span, anew and without injury. Any missing organs were replaced during such time, cuts were sealed, and bones, mended. They didn't age. They popped back to life as though they'd never died at all, right where they left off.

Hiroki shuffled through his pockets. His family probably expected he'd be back. He found himself pulling out his wallet, his teacher identification card, his pass into UA, and a piece of paper in a plastic bag with several phone numbers on it. Not the most, but it was better than being left with nothing at all. And hey, he was alive apparently! He didn't really remember dying, or being dead for that matter. It seemed like only yesterday he was making lesson plans and debating on which flavor of instant ramen he wanted.

He got some looks as he shuffled down the street. Not bad ones, but they weren't good either. He somehow wasn't surprised. He'd just pulled himself from his own, rotting coffin and dug through five feet of dirt. It was the loose kind, almost like a sort of sand. That didn't change the fact that he'd nearly died a second time. It's not like there was any air down there to begin with, so he'd cut it pretty close pulling himself out of there. For once, he was glad he tended to get one too many shots of adrenaline when extremely panicked.

His hair was a mess. He didn't know why he kept it so long, but he did, and now he sort of regretted it. It didn't seem matted or anything, which made sense. His body had withered away into nothing, and his hair had regrown. It was only a little longer than he remembered, and tangled to high heaven. The suit he'd been buried in was worse. It was caked with dirt, and falling apart at the seams. The pants seemed to be made of something a little more durable, so they hadn't decayed too badly.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself when he realized he probably looked like he was cosplaying a zombie of sorts. The irony of what some of the people he'd passed were probably thinking amused him more than it should have. It put a little more bounce in his step as he trailed off towards UA. He didn't have a phone, but he was sure he'd be able to use one there. Nezu was aware of his quirk. Somehow, Hiroki didn't doubt the mouse-bear-dog was still principal.

Humming to himself, he walked down the street and simply enjoyed the fresh air. The scent of dirt lingered in his nostrils, and he could still taste it. Speaking if which, he was parched. He felt like he could chug a gallon of water and still be thirsty. Again, this was another thing he'd been warned of since a young age. He'd need to eat something high in protein soon, and hydrate. He wondered who the cook at UA was nowadays.

He worked on trying to brush the dirt off him as he went. Luckily it lacked moisture, so it wasn't too hard to dust off his skin; though, he still felt he was covered in grime as he trotted along. He couldn't wait to get a shower. He had a sneaking suspicion he smelled like death. He certainly wasn't about to walk up to someone and ask. As long as he remained calm, it would all be fine. He should honestly be celebrating. He was alive! He got a second chance at life!