little birdie.

BOMBS AWAY

The freshman class of 1-A all had eyes wide and frozen faces as the warmth of the explosion passed them, they were silenced by its loudness, nobody would make a sound that could stand by its side; even when it ended, the detonation still echoes in their heads.

Heat scorches at their flesh and all but two wince at the feeling. The humanoid peppermint/Indonesian flag and another guy with red, mountain-like hair and a sharp-tooth grin on his face. His eyes glimmer with determination and envy.

She had always hated her quirk.

What quirk? Shi was dead, she didn't have a quirk, from what she'd seen, the only quirk aspects that stay are the ones you were born with or can't get rid of unless they're stolen. Like that gothic kid with a bird for a head.

Like that invisible girl.

When Shi snapped back a cloud had formed above her, dark and mysterious, it looms, threatening. The freshmen were still gaping at the nonexistent explosion that resounds in the air, they could hear it as if it were a war flashback. They inhaled the remaining smog, gulping it like a fish on land.

That is until Aizawa Shota's device rings out an estimate of how far Bakugou had thrown the ball, with a clipboard in one hand he scribbled down the numerical value near the pastel blonde's name.

705.2 meters, he writes in the box for the ball throw.

His handwriting is a cross between script and print, Shi can relate. She used to write like that. Back when she could hold a pencil to a paper.

When the blue sky finally cleared of the bleak smoke that filled it, and clouds can finally be seen again, someone yelled out something in reference to the absurd number on the device. The Karito watches them dutifully, like the ghost she is. It's a haunting experience, truly.

"Wow, this looks like fun!" Shi looked to the sudden sound, she twisted her head on instinct, her mood twists to something acerbic and bitter.

Someone said this experience was cool. That it would be a fun journey to become a hero, a trip of a lifetime. That it would be splendid and they would all have a jolly good time saving people and making thousands doing something that not only they found wonderful, but society also found a good job. Just that very concept made Shi grit her teeth and clench her fists.

Her eyes turned black with anger. Her hands would bleed if she had any blood, they would ache if she had any nerves.

Her heart would clench if she had one.

Aizawa felt the same way, two of his friends died because of hero work. The menacing aura from Shi amplified his own, making him look all the more terrifying than he already was. Black and red shrouded him, his eyes turn carmine and his hair floats up to grasp at the ghosts that haunts him, it almost looks evil. They all went stock still, backs like poles. Straight.

He realizes how illogical it is to get angry at children who don't know any better and he calms down, but his blood is still warm and his palms have indents.

"Fun?" His voice is on the verge of breaking. Soot and blood cover up his burning hands and legs, tears build behind his eyes. "You think this is fun?"

He sighs, his eyes are too heavy for now. He's too tired. "You have three years to become a hero, you think it's all going to be fun and games?"

He chuckles darkly "idiots" he whispers under his breath. Shi still glares from behind him, her pearly, translucent teeth biting her light pink tongue to stop her rage from bursting out of her very being.

He threatens to expel the student that places last and they all stare, eyes unblinking and glossy with fear. A girl with a brown bob cut and soft eyes shouted out, her words make Shi rip a scream from the back of her throat.

"That's not fair!"

Aizawa takes a deep, deep breath in to calm down. His head is stinging with blurry words and red skin. He can see her collapse from the roof, he can feel the vibrations hit the—

"Oh,"

They all pause. The brunette teen snaps her mouth shut and gulps, her cheeks are rosy and she shakes, backing away; not exactly sure of what she had caused.

"and you think natural disasters are? A power-hungry villain? Or how about catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No. The world is full of unfairness."

He sucks in a breath, he can see them both, grinning like maniacs at each other as they plan to prank Enji. She said to mix water with fire extinguisher foam, and he said he'd make it float over their firey classmates' head and make it fall.

"It's a hero's job to combat that fairness if you want to become a pro, you're going to have to push yourselves to the brink. For the next three years, this school will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond. Plus Ultra style,"

He points at them. His eyes are grinning and his teeth are showing from his parted lips, Shi stares at him, her ghostly eyes wandering to his own. He blinks, his smile falling down into a line and his shoulders tense, Aizawa grumbles something about going crazy to himself before continuing his speech.

"Show me it's no mistake that you're here,"

He sighs and pulls his long hair away from his face in an almost insane manner, "now then. We're just waisting time by talking,"

The smirk is back on his face. His dead eyes pierce where she was, pale skin glows in the light, she looks forward, see-through body, gripping his scarf. 

He saw her, she's sure of it, now she just has to figure out how to make him see her again.

"Let the games begin."