Who's the Hero Now? (Under Revision)

A Secret Spilled

The students of 1-A had a day off after the attack on the USJ. When their short break was over, classes resumed as normal. By then, everyone had heard of the class that survived a direct villain attack. They were more shocked that the infamous Reaper showed up.

All of this infamy was getting to Chris's head. He couldn't focus on anything that retained to the organization without thinking of what he could do to get the Reaper name more noticed and feared. That was the villainous side of him speaking.

Chris was currently sitting in class, trying to prevent himself from thinking about what it felt like to be Reaper. I mean, really be Reaper. It felt great to separate Reaper from himself finally...and to be able to have the distinction. At the cost of thinking about being a kleptomaniac devoid of any emotion, the thrumming in his chest returned. Although, this time, it was a pounding sensation.

If Chris focused on the war call from his quirk for long enough, he could see everything fade out, for the most part. It was like having your eyes covered with a thin piece of black fabric. The only difference between that and this...was the appearance of orbs. These orbs were at everyone's...center if you will. It was at their center of gravity, Chris would say.

Suddenly, a dark purple orb moved to the front of the room. There was absolute silence. The orb looked so tempting. Without warning, Chris stood up, silently. He moved so silently that nobody really noticed him moving. When he arrived at the purple orb, he stretched his arm out, feeling a new sensation within it. The sensation felt familiar, but Chris couldn't place why.

Before he could touch the orb, Chris was snapped out of his trance by the person in front of him.

"Chris, are you feeling well? Do you need to head to the nurse?"

The person in front of him spoke groggily and with a tired voice. The voice had concern...but not much. It was barely noticeable if one tried to find it. Chris saw his homeroom teacher standing in front of him, all bandaged from the attack that happened prior.

"Yes, sir. I apologize for being out of my seat. May I return to it?"

Eraserhead nodded his head to his student. There was something strange going on with him, but Aizawa would have to wait to discuss it with the boy.

"Everyone, you have another battle ahead of you."

Everyone was quivering in anticipation.

"The UA Sports Festival."

Everyone, except for a few, slumped in their seats at the normality of the event to transpire. After that, Chris zoned out for the rest of the day. He wasn't even snapped out of it during lunch because Kyoka thought he was distracted with training ideas or whatever it could be. Chris only noticed the day ended when Ochako went to open the classroom door only to find a large group of students outside of it.

"What's going on?!"

Bakugo pushed his way to the front.

"They're scoping out the competition. We're the ones who survived a villain attack, remember?"

When Katsuki's path was blocked, he stopped and told the students to move.

"It doesn't matter anyway. Move it, extras!"

Iida tried to reprimand Katsuki, but the latter didn't care.

"You can't call people extras just because you don't know them!"

Iida started moving his arms in a robotic manner. It was very strange to see, but the class of 1-A had grown used to it. Before another word could be spoken from the trapped class, a mess of purple hair popped out of the crowd.