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“Okay idiot, let’s review the plan one more time!”
“Do we really have to?” Toritsuka groaned.
Mikoto rolled her eyes. “When he enters, we pounce on him. I grab the right one, you grab the left one. We watch him like, flip the fuck out, we give the limiters back. He has his mini-freak out because ‘bad things happen when my limiters are removed!’ but all in all everything’s fine because we put them back immediately. Easy, funny, and we get to see his cute worried look.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Mikoto put her hands on her hips and leaned towards Toritsuka. “You’re going?”
“Left.”
“Good.”
The two stood by the door to Mikoto’s house, waiting for their grumpy pink haired friend to knock. Outside, Kusuo sighed. The two dumbasses forgot he could hear their thoughts, and he had known about their little April fool’s prank days in advance. He could avoid it pretty easily. But if he let them… they’d enjoy themselves, whatever— more importantly, Kusuo might have the opportunity to teach them a lesson about how dangerous removing his limiters is. He’d do something small, like touch one of Mikoto’s walls, and it would crumble. After the two apologize and put his limiters back in, he’d fix the wall and the two of them wouldn’t do it again.
He knocked on the door. It opened immediately, Mikoto and Toritsuka lunging towards his limiters. The three fell into a pile on Mikoto’s doorstep, and they all winced in pain. Mikoto laughed triumphantly, limiter in hand. Toritsuka mirrored her. Kusuo rolled his eyes, and slowly lifted a hand to graze the doorframe to Mikoto’s house—
When suddenly, they weren’t in her house anymore. In fact, they were in the middle of a street none of them had ever seen in their entire lives. And the street was filled with… strange people. Some of them seemed to be anthropomorphic. Or made of materials that humans could not and should not be made of.
“Saiki…” Toritsuka whispered frantically, still kneeling over him, “What the fuck did you do? Where are we?” His eyes darted around, as if searching for something. “Why aren’t there any ghosts? Or guardian spirits?” He paused, eyes stuck on Mikoto, panic replaced by confusion, “Except for ours.”
Mikoto gulped, “Saiki, can you pull your aura in for a second?” Kusuo nodded. Mikoto let out a soft gasp, “Nobody. Nobody here… except for us. Nobody has an aura that I can see. What’s happening to us?”
Kusuo started to push himself off the middle of the street, all too aware of the strangers watching them curiously. “Wait, without your limiters-” Mikoto said, trying to stop him from moving. Kusuo shook his head and stood up.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, “Whatever I just did… it used up so much of my power that I don’t think my powers can do a lot of damage for a while.”
“What did you do?” Toritsuka asked.
“I’m not sure.” Kusuo furrowed his brow, “This can’t be normal teleportation. These people around us… they’re not normal. You two, your powers have been affected… and I can’t hear anyone’s thoughts, excluding yours. This place seems like Japan, but I’ve never seen any place in Japan like this before. And with the amount of my power that it feels like I used… I’m inclined to say that…” Kusuo sighed heavily, “Good grief. I think we’re in a different world.”
“WHAT?” Toritsuka and Mikoto shouted. Kusuo glared at them, and they quieted down. “Since when could you do that?” Mikoto hissed.
Kusuo pursed his lips, “I don’t normally have access to the amount of power I just used. My limiters prevent it. However, because two certain somebodies removed them, I suppose I accidentally activated an ability that normally would be out of my power range. It’s not illogical,” he said, shooting the other two a pointed look, “I can time travel. Alter the world. This doesn’t seem that far out of the realm of realistic powers I could possess. The better question now is how we get back.”
“You don’t know how to get us back?” Toritsuka whisper-yelled, “We’re so fucked! We’re gonna die here in some alternate universe, and I’ve never even got a chance to touch a girl’s boobs!”
“Stop being a perv and focus!” Mikoto said.
“I’m going to need time to even build up the amount of power I just expelled. It could take days. Weeks. A month, even. Even then, it’s an ability I’m unpracticed with. I’m not sure I’d be able to get us home on the first try.” Kusuo crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at his two frustrated friends idiots, “Believe me, if I could click my heels three times and have us home, I would. I don’t enjoy this either. Now,” he held out a hand, “Give me my limiters back.”
The two complied, regret painted across their faces. “This has to be the worst April fool’s day prank ever,” Toritsuka bemoaned.
“Don’t act like you’re any less responsible for this mess than I am, idiot-perv.”
“Didn’t say I was, tit-for-brains!”
“Stop bickering. We need to find some place to stay for the night.” Kusuo chided, placing his limiters back into his head.
For a while, the group walked around looking about as lost as they felt. They grew tired, and eventually decided to get food.
“Can we get something sweet, Saiki? I need a pick-me-up…” Mikoto moped, dragging her feet with each step.
“Why do you assume I’m paying for you?”
“You’re the one who stranded us in this creepy ghostless place! You should totally pay.” Toritsuka said, “We should get ice cream.”
“Again, who pulled my limiters out? Because it wasn’t me.”
“Saikiiiiiiii! Please!” Mikoto batted her lashes at him, “I don’t have any money on me.”
“Me neither!”
“And what if I don’t have money on me, hm? Or what if this place uses different currency?”
“...”
“...”
“Fine. I’ll buy ice cream.”
Mikoto followed her first instinct, whipping out google maps on her phone to search for the nearest ice cream parlor— which she quickly realised, looking at the can’t connect message on the screen, wouldn’t work. She groaned. The group continued to wander, looking for ice cream when suddenly, two teen girls, about their age, came up to them.
“Hey!” The first girl, with pink hair and skin (the psychic group tried to quell their surprise at her appearance), said to Mikoto, “Me and my friend wanted to say we totally love your style! I love the mini skirt and the leopard print on your top is so cute!”
“Yeah!” The second girl, with a rounded bob and rosy cheeks, chimed in, “Where’d you get your outfit?”
“OMG thank you!” Mikoto laughed, “You too are totes the sweetest! I got my top from-” She paused, realising she didn’t know if the shops she went to even existed in this world. Mikoto threw on her best apologetic grin, “I’m sorry, I thrifted them actually, I’m not sure where I got them.”
“That’s alright!” The girl with the bob said, “Anyways, you seem really cool.”
“We should totally go thrifting together!” The pink girl said, “What’s your name?”
Toritsuka and Kusuo watched in silence as Mikoto befriended the two strangers. Mikoto nodded, “We totally should! That’d be like, so fun. Name’s Aiura Mikoto.”
“I’m Mina Ashido!” The pink girl flexed an arm, “I’m a hero in training, along with my friend here. We both go to UA! My quirk’s acid.”
“My name’s Ochako Uraraka! My quirk’s called float! What school do you go to?”
Mikoto looked back at the boys, panic barely concealed across her face. Toritsuka stepped forward, though quickly he was pushed back by Kusuo, who had the sense whatever Toritsuka had to say wouldn’t be helpful.
Kusuo contained his exasperation and nodded his head at the girls. “Nice to meet you, Ashido, Uraraka. The three of us go to P.K. academy, though I suppose you wouldn’t have heard of it. You said you’re in training to be heroes?” He said, talking with an open mouth. He didn’t know yet whether his powers worked the same here. He didn’t want these strangers to catch him speaking with his mouth closed.
“Hm, I’ve never heard of P.K. before. You guys must be rural!” Uraraka said, “But yeah, we go to UA.”
“UA…” Mikoto wondered aloud.
“Have you… never heard of UA?” Mina raised an eyebrow, sharing a look with Uraraka. “You guys must be like, super duper rural. It’s pretty famous.”
Kusuo looked between Mikoto and Toritsuka. He sighed, “Rural is one way to put it.”
“We’re trying to find a place to get ice cream, but we’re completely lost!” Mikoto piped up, “I tried searching on my phone, but I have like, no connection. Could you help us?”
“Good.” Saiki said telepathically to Mikoto and Toritsuka, “If we stick with these girls for a while, maybe we can figure out more about this world. And hopefully get advice about a place to stay for the night. We’ll keep up the act of ‘super-duper rural’ people, and tell them the truth only if it seems like they’ll be able to help.”
“For sure!” Uraraka smiled. “There’s this place not that far that everyone in our class absolutely loves!”
“Love is an understatement,” Mina laughed, “One time Todoroki bought four tubs of that stuff, and it was gone in like, two weeks! To be fair, I think Satou and Yaomomo ate most of it.” Mikoto laughed in turn, and the girls kept up a lively conversation, the guys trailing behind.
“Toritsuka, stop being a creep. I don’t want to hear your gross thoughts right now. Either get your mind out of the gutter, walk in front of the girls, or go blind.”
Toritsuka rolled his eyes, but he averted his eyes. “So Saiki,” He said, “What exactly are we going to do when we find somewhere to stay? We’re going to run out of money.”
“We’ll get jobs.”
“Ah! You talked out loud!” Toritsuka grinned. “I’m so glad to have this honor bestowed upon me.”
“Did you even hear what I said?” Kusuo asked.
“Yeah, you said we’ll get j— jobs? Bro! You can’t be serious.”
“I’m not using psychometry to win the lottery or using apport to swap any of our stuff for yen. I’m not using mind control to get people to give things to us for free. None of that.”
“But—”
“Don’t care. My powers, my moral code.I’m not breaking my morals just because you’re lazy."
“You must be fun at parties.” Toritsuka huffs.
When they reach the ice cream parlor, Ashido smiles warmly, “I can pay for you guys! I’m sure it must be confusing being somewhere as busy as Musutafu.”
“Musutafu. It really is like an alternate version of Japan,” Saiki comments to Mikoto and Toritsuka, “Musutafu certainly doesn’t exist in our world.”
"Yeah,” Mikoto answered, both to Kusuo and Ashido, “It really is confusing. I’m not used to being, like, this far from home.”
The five sit down at a table, the strange UA girls across from the three psychics. Mina leaned forward excitedly over her melon icecream, “So tell me more about you guys! What are your quirks?”
“Uh-” Mikoto started.
Saiki interrupted her before she could say something stupid. From what he could tell, quirks could either be some sort of power, or physical alteration. A biological difference. They could probably get away with passing off their powers as quirks easily. One of his concerns was he didn’t know whether people could have multiple quirks or not. He decided to be safe, he ought to pretend he only had one power for now. His other concern… he still didn’t know whether any of his powers were working. He knew the ones that directly affected other people weren’t functional on people from this world, but powers like teleportation, super strength, he didn’t know if they still functioned. Therefore his safest bet, “My quirk is super intelligence,” would be to lie. He was decently smart, and regardless of whether his other powers functioned, it would be a lie simple enough to pass off as real. “Toritsuka, Mikoto, you can just be honest about your powers. Just be careful. Call them quirks, not powers.”
“My quirk is aura vision!” Mikoto smiled, “I can see everyone’s auras! They have different colours, shapes and sizes. They can tell me what kind of person someone is.”
“Cool!” Uraraka exclaimed.
“What’s mine look like?” Mina asked.
Mikoto swallowed. She would have to make up an answer. “You both have beautiful auras!” She faced Uraraka. They were heroes in training. So strength and kindness were probably their core qualities. “Yours shows great strength and determination.” She turned to Mina, “Yours is very joyful and kind.” The girls both smiled.
“My quirk is spirit-seeing.” Said Toritsuka.
“That sounds scary!” Uraraka said.
“Ghosts are actually pretty nice. And I can see people’s guardian spirits, too.”
“Oh. Cool!” Mina said a tad apathetically, turning back to Mikoto, “So what brings you guys to Musutafu?”
Toritsuka shook Kusuo’s shoulder, “They didn’t even pretend to care!”
“Quit your moping.”
“It’s a long story actually,” Mikoto answered, “We didn’t mean to come here. We… We took the wrong train, and then our phones all died, and we’ve been stranded like all day.”
Uraraka’s brows pinched in concern, “That sucks! Is there any way we can help you get home?”
“Um…” Mikoto started. She looked to Kusuo, who shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t think we’ll be able to make it home tonight, so we’re actually looking for somewhere to stay for the night.” She stage-whispered, “Preferably someplace where I don’t have to share a room with those two.”
“Hm. I wonder if Aizawa would…” Uraraka trailed off, “One sec! Lemme call someone who might be able to help!”
“Are you calling Aizawa?” Ashido asked her.
“Yep!”
“I don’t think he’s gonna let three strangers stay at the dorms.”
“We can vouch for them!”
“I don’t think…”
“At the least, he could suggest somewhere they could stay.”
Mina shrugged, “Fair enough.” Looking back to the psychics, Mina tilted her head, “So where do you guys come from, anyways?”
Before Kusuo could stop him, Toritsuka opens his mouth and messes everything up. “Hidari Wakibara! Close to Tokyo.”
Confusion overtakes Mina’s face, “Near Tokyo? I’ve never heard of it. I thought you guys said you were rural?”
“God damnit Toritsuka.”
Toritsuka winces, realizing his mistake. But it was too late to lie. “It’s, uh…”
Kusuo clears his throat, “We have a confession to make,” He starts, regretting his word choice when the two other-world girls visibly tense, “It’s nothing bad,” he amends, quickly. “We’re from another world.”
Silence hangs in the air, the quiet background noise of customers, and the ringing of Uraraka’s phone the only noise.
“I thought nobody with dimensional quirks had ever been recorded?” Ashido wondered aloud.
“Good grief.” Kusuo mumbled. “You see, we don’t come from a world with quirks.”
“We’re psychics!” Toritsuka added.
Kusuo continued, “And we’re lost.”
“...” Ashido eyed the three of them with intense scrutiny, “How does that even happen?”
This time, it was Mikoto who answered, “You see, me and purple-perv over here wanted to pull a prank on Saiki by removing his limiters— those antennae he has in hair, they’re actually there to make him less powerful, because he’s way too OP. We were gonna put them back immediately after, but then somehow he warped us to a different world.”
“And now we’re stuck.” Saiki finished. “Bringing us here was completely unintentional, and something I’ve never done before. My working theory is that this power is usually out of my capabilities with my limiters in, since it requires so much of my energy. With them out, it activated. Right now, so much of my energy has been depleted that I can’t get us home. It might take weeks before I can again. So we’re temporarily stranded.”
Ashido and Uraraka had their mouths agape. Suddenly, the person Uraraka was calling picked up.
“Aizawa!” She said into the phone, “We have something urgent! No, we’re not hurt. We met these three teens… No, we haven’t been kidnapped. They’re not villains… Yes, I believe them. Everything they’ve said so far lines up with how they’ve been acting.
They- I think it might be easiest to explain in person. Can you meet us outside the 1A dorms?”
Kusuo sighed heavily, digging his spoon into his ice cream.
The spoon went through the table.
“You’re telling me,” The gruff looking man (Aizawa, Uraraka had said) rubbed his temples. “that you met three teens from another dimension. And that they’re psychics. And they need somewhere to stay?”
“That sums it up pretty well!” Ashido confirmed.
“And how can we be sure these three—” he gestured to the three psychics, who he had wrapped up in his capture scarf, “aren’t just three regular people who are particularly good at lying?”
“You could try erasing their quirks.” A loud, blond man suggested, “If they don’t erase, it should prove their powers are actually psychic instead of regular quirks.”
Kusuo raised his head. Though he hated being the center of attention, he wanted this ordeal over as soon as possible. And the scarf he was wrapped in was uncomfortable. “You could try it on me. The other two don’t have powers others can see. I can use any of my visible powers for you to try on.”
The strange scarf released Kusuo from its hold, and he stepped forward to face Aizawa. “I’ll use pyrokinesis.” He started. The two men looked at him with concealed anxiety, and even without his telepathy, Kusuo could sense they were still worried about him having ill intentions (What was it Uraraka said over the phone? Villains? The idea seemed absurd.). “I’ll go small. Fire the size of a candle flame.”
Kusuo slipped into the act of pyrokinesis as naturally as ever, a sense of comfort in using his powers, one of the few familiar things he’d experienced that day. A small orange flame flickered on the pavement between the two men and Kusuo. Aizawa stared at it intensely, his eyes turning red and his hair floating in the air. The flame didn’t even flicker.
“Well whaddya know? The kid’s power really isn’t a quirk after all!” The loud blonde man exclaimed.
Aizawa rolled his eyes. “So, you have no place to stay, correct?” Three nods of confirmation. He grumbled to himself, crossing his arms tightly against his chest. He sighed. “I’m still not sure if I believe you’re, what, interdimensional psychic travelers? You can stay here at UA in the spare teacher’s dorms for tonight. There’s only one room, so you’ll have to share. After we hear back from Nezu we can see about getting your own rooms in the 1A dorms, I suppose…” Kusuo could sense a ‘but’. Aizawa cleared his throat, “However, in agreeing to this, you’ll also have to agree to some interviews.” Ah, there it was.
“Interviews?” Mikoto repeated.
“Yes. If you really are from a different universe, this is an event of great importance. The existence of non-quirk powers is also incredibly notable. As a requirement for staying here, you have to agree to answer some questions about your lives, how you got here, and your universe. Is that understood?”
Kusuo and Mikoto nodded. Toritsuka shrugged, “Beats sleeping on the streets. Or working.” Though I wish we could stay in the dorms with those cute girls… Toritsuka thought. Kusuo kicked him in the shin.
“While you stay here,” The blonde man yelled, “you might as well get to know everyone! My name’s Hizashi Yamada, but my hero name is Present Mic! You can call me whatever floats your boat, seeing as how you’re not really from here and all.”
I’d prefer to call you ‘annoying’. Kusuo sighed. If the rest of the students and teachers had such big personalities (or loud voices), it was going to be a long couple of weeks.
“You have to let us introduce you to everyone!” Ashido gushed, “We hardly get to meet other students our age who we’re not in competition with, or who aren’t villains trying to kill us…” She trailed off with an awkward laugh. Mikoto and Toritsuka nearly stumbled from shock at the casualness of the statement.
“Anyways!” Uraraka interrupted, “I’m sure the rest of the class will be super excited to meet you! I know Deku is probably already foaming at the mouth writing theories about psychic abilities and traveling between universes. We might have to get him some more notebooks by the end of your stay here!”
Toritsuka fell into step with the two 1A girls, a practiced grin on his face, “I’m happy to meet the rest of your class ladies. Say, how many guys and girls are there?”
“There’s about… let’s see—” Uraraka started.
“Don’t answer that.” Mikoto warned, “He only wants to know how many girls there are because he’s a creep. Avoid him at all costs.”
“Eugh.” Ashido said, “Like a Mineta 2.0.”
“You’re such a cockblock, ugh!” Toritsuka whined. Uraraka, Ashido and Mikoto grimaced. Kusuo asked himself, for what must’ve been the thousandth time, why he hadn’t left Toritsuka stranded on a mountain somewhere, or to fend for himself in this city.
Mikoto leaned in towards the girls, shoving Toritsuka out of the way, “The first time we like, actually met, he had a ghost look at my panty colour. He’s a fucking creep.”
Uraraka pressed her lips together, “Why do you even hang out with him?”
“Long story short, Saiki, Toritsuka and I are like, the only psychics at PK. I hate his guts, but we gotta stick together, y’know? Plus, Saiki is actually a really great guy, and I’m not gonna let purple-pervert ruin that.”
When they entered the dorms, they were greeted by 18 students splayed across the room in various positions, most having similar looks of restlessness and excitement. As Uraraka greeted the class, a mess of green hair sprung up from a pile of notebooks.
“Uraraka! Mina!” The boy’s emerald eyes traced over the three unfamiliar faces, “Ah! And you must be the three psychics! I have so much to ask you, like, how do your powers work? I heard one of you has multiple powers, is that true? Is it normal to have multiple powers in your world? Better yet! How common are powers in your world? What percentage has psychic powers? When did they start appearing? Are you also training to be heroes? Or are you just regular students?”
“Woah! Deku, slow down a bit!” Uraraka laughed, turning to the three PK students with a placating grin, “He’s really excited.” She turned back to Deku. “I’m sure you can ask all sorts of questions soon, but we really should do introductions!”
“Oh! Yeah!” The boy blushed furiously, hiding his face between his hands in embarrassment, “My bad!”
“Don’t sweat it, cutie.” Mikoto assured, tossing a wink in for good measure. This only succeeded in making him blush even more. She grinned, “I’m Aiura Mikoto. I’m a soothsayer. I can also see people’s auras.” She elbowed Toritsuka.
“Hey!” He said, sounding like an exaggerated impersonation of a sleazy fratboy, “Name’s Toritsuka Reita. I can see ghosts and guardian spirits. And you can call me,” He leaned back with a casual shrug, “any time.” The class 1A girls cringed.
“Eugh.” Mikoto groaned, “Please tell me he’s not gonna be like this the entire time.” She directed her words towards Kusuo.
“...”
“Saiki?” Mikoto prompted. Kusuo suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.
Some relief came to him when he realised that if he’s introducing himself as a psychic, he has no obligation to open his mouth. “Saiki Kusuo. I have a multitude of psychic abilities too long to list. Super strength, pyrokinesis, cyrokinesis, teleportation, clairvoyance, apportation, flight, super speed, invisibility, pretification, shapeshifting, psychometry, etc, etc.”
The green haired boy’s jaw hung limply open, “Etcetera etcetera? There’s more?! That’s amazing!”
A boy with deep red eyes and sandy blond hair rolled his eyes, “That’s an amazing fuckin’ bluff is what I think. No way he has that many powers.” He smirks, propping himself off the couch to stalk forward towards Kusuo, “And if he does, I bet he’s shit at most of them.” Another loud blond. Just what Kusuo wanted.
Another boy, one with a high-strung expression and stiff posture chopped his hands through the air wildly, “Bakugou! Do not mock or challenge the new students! It is impolite! As UA students, we must do our best to represent our school’s morals, and uphold the values—”
“Shut the fuck up four eyes!” Bakugou jabbed a single finger into Kusuo’s chest, “You’re gonna fuckin’ show me how tough you are. I won’t believe shit ‘till I see it.”
And see, Kusuo is smart. He can tell, even without mind-reading, that the boy in front of him is highly: agressive, insecure, and competitive. The right course of action, that which will draw the least attention to him, is agreeing to the fight, and throwing it early. His powers would be underestimated, which would be fine. He would have to walk a tight balance of throwing the match and making it seem real enough, lest Bakugou realise he’s throwing it and get even further agitated. However, he could admit, this guy was kind of a prick. And though it would draw attention to himself, he’s been placed in a situation where gaining attention is seemingly unavoidable. So… he might as well gain something from it.
So, mouth still closed as he talks, he answers Bakugou with a confident, “No.”
“HAH? Fuck you mean no?! I see, you’re just too much of a fuckin’ pussy. I could tell you were just bluffing.”
“No. I have concerns about fighting you.”
“Like breaking your pretty little face, or damaging your cutesy little barettes?” Bakugou looks down his nose at him, which would be intimidating, if Kusuo were the type of wimp Bakugou took him to be.
“My concerns are more for your safety than my own.” Kusuo kept his gaze level, face cold and unreadable. Stoic, unaffected. Just the type of reaction that would rile Bakugou up even more. “It’s difficult for me to control my strength. And after having teleported to another world, it’ll be especially difficult to ensure I don’t hurt you.”
Bakugou’s face reddened in rage (and embarrassment, Kusuo surmised. It didn’t seem as if Bakugou was used to the other person holding their ground when he smack talks him). “If you’re gonna talk like that, you better fucking back it up, shit head. As soon as you fuckheads get your rooms, we’re gonna fucking go.” Then, Bakugou turned on his heel, stomping up the stairs to what Kusuo assumed was the dorm rooms.
See, Saiki Kusuo wished he lived a normal life. He tried his hardest to be an average guy. It wasn’t his fault he was surrounded by a bunch of weirdos and idiots. He couldn’t get rid of them if he tried. But here, in this universe, there was no conceivable way he could avoid being noticed. Furthermore, it seems this whole world was filled with a bunch of freaks. So sure, he was pushing Bakugou’s buttons. On purpose. Riling him up. It would be all the more satisfying to shatter his pride. Might teach him a well needed lesson. He could recognize someone with a superiority complex when he saw them.
“Um. Saiki?” Uraraka said nervously. Kusuo looked at her blankly. “Just, uh. Thought that maybe you should have a warning. Bakugou is… a very angry person. And he’s really competitive. He doesn’t hold back at all. And he…”
“He’s kind of an asshole, and he doesn’t care about whether he hurts people past what’s reasonable.” A girl with long green hair finished.
“Asui!” Choppy hand guy chastised.
“Again, just call me Tsu.”
Notebook boy squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, “Guys, Kacchan’s not a bad person! He just really cares about proving himself. And he thinks everyone else should do the same.”
“Mido,” A boy with tunderbolt hair said, “It’s okay to admit, even if you were childhood friends, he’s kinda an asshole sometimes. I’m friends with him, so’s Eiji and Mina and Kyouka, we all still think he’s a bit of a dick sometimes.”
Mikoto and Toritsuka turned to Kusuo amongst the hub-bub, “I feel a bit lost.” Mikoto whispered, “I dunno if it’s because we’re in a different world, but I feel like there’s so much going on around me that I don’t understand at all…”
“It’s probably also because we’re in a fanfiction, and fanfiction authors assume readers understand the lore attached to the media the fanwork is centering on. Therefore they don’t do an exposé on each character. In crossovers, this sometimes means a bunch of references and dialogue is thrown around that the readers will understand the context of, but the characters from other universes won’t.”
Toritsuka blinked at him, “What was that Saiki?”
Kusuo tilted his head minutely, “I think Mikoto’s reaction to this situation is natural.”
“Are you talking with your mouth closed? How does that work?” The green haired boy sprung up beside Kusuo. Kusuo almost flinched, still not used to the lack of thoughts he could hear (apart from Toritsuka’s and Mikoto’s).
“I think about speaking, and then I speak. But with my mouth closed. “ He answered plainly.
After the realization that 1A had listened to the psychics’ introductions but not given their own, the class went through their own introductions. Tsuyu Asui preferred to be called Tsu. Izuku Midoriya also went by Deku, his hero name (this irked Kusuo as strange.). Katsuki Bakugou (whose introduction was done for him by Midoriya), was also called Kacchan, but only by Midoriya (or by Kaminari, when he felt like teasing him). Some of the class called Momo Yaoyorozu by Yaomomo. Bakugou apparently calls everyone by insulting nicknames, and the psychics should expect to soon be given their own (Kirishima joked that maybe Bakugou stormed off to not just be pissy, but also to think up nicknames for them). Mikoto said she also liked giving nicknames (though not mean ones), and that she might make some for class 1A.
All in all, it seemed class 1A was filled with a bunch of strange characters (most of them a tad too loud or obnoxious), which was unfortunately exactly what Kusuo expected. He should be used to it by now, his incapacity to surround himself with normal people. Maybe it was another power he hadn’t put a name on.
He was, all in all, correct. It would be a long couple of weeks.