6 Chapter 5: The UA Tour

Futari entered the school. He never actually entered a hero school before, but he felt like UA was especially modern. The school's hallways were sleek, pristine and quite long having doors every couple dozen feet. The walls of the school were basically all windows. You can see everything happening around the campus by walking to the walls and looking out the massive windows. Futari walked towards the windows, knocking on it. Futari was impressed. Wow. It looks like normal glass but this glass is special. Something like bulletproof glass but even sturdier. Metallic glass? The whole building uses this glass as its walls. It's pretty much a bomb shelter,he thought to himself. He got to the stairwell. The stairwell was nice and wide, which could fit many people running down the stairs. Futari walked up one flight and stared out the window. He saw class 1A trying to fight Ectoplasms clones and Deku getting floored by Aizawa. Aizawa isn't a bad teacher. Better not tell him that. He'd probably say "I know,"Futari thought to himself smiling. Futari got to the 3rd floor and walked down the luxurious hallway. He found Recovery Girl's office. He slowly turned the knob to reveal an office that had medical posters all over the wall, the most expensive recovery couch you could possibly imagine with curtains going around the couch. The floors were black tiles and white walls. In the open spaces of the room, there were medical books but also books that patients could read. He noticed the trash can was filled with apples. A small, old lady sat in a chair near a computer with a small little girl reading a short story on the recovery couch. They both looked at Futari. Futari began to try finding his words. "Uh… hi. I'm Futari. I'm Aizawa's…" He began to frown.

Recovery girl cut him off. "You are his new assistant. He just called me to let me know you were coming. You have bruises all over you! What happened?"

"Aizawa bounced me around like a da-," Futari looked at the little girl. That must be Eri. Probably shouldn't curse, he thought to himself. "Like a basketball. I think I'm supposed to hang out with Eri for a while."

"Yes. It's supposed to be Aizawa's turn, but I guess he sent you instead. Come here so I can heal you." Futari stepped forward and sat next to Eri on the recovery couch, awkwardly waving at her. She waved back blushing. "She's really shy. Don't worry. She'll warm up to you. Now in order to heal I have to kiss you just so you know."

Futari raised his left eyebrow out of confusion but then quickly returned to his normal face. "As long as this isn't a ploy to kiss young men, I don't care to be honest."

"Hahaha. That isn't a terrible plan! But it's really how my power works. Usually, young men are awkward about that realization."

"Well most young men here are probably innocent and I am certainly not, so maybe that's why." Recovery girls' lips extended, kissing his cheek. Suddenly a rush of relief surged through his body. Futari eyes widened a bit staring at the bruise in his hand as it disappeared. Futari was amazed. "Your quirk is amazing."

Recovery girl looked the palm of her hand. "Sometimes I wish I could do more with it, to be honest. If it could perfectly heal people I could save more lives."

"Every quirk has its stipulation. Yours is not perfect but neither is any quirk. But it doesn't change that it's an amazing and useful power. Thank you."

"It's no problem young man."

Futari looks at Eri. "Hey. I've never been to U.A. so can you give me a tour?" Eri looked down nervously, silent. "What's your favorite food?"

Eri face lit up a bit. "Caramel Apples!"

Futari thought to himself. I need to go to the city to get those."Ok, how about this? If you give me a tour of UA, I'll bring you a caramel apple tomorrow."

"Yes!" Eri got up and ran to the door. She turned back to Futari. "Come on! Let's go!"

Futari smiled. She's absolutely adorable, he thought to himself. Futari turned to Recovery Girl. "Thank you again." Then he got up and walked into the hallway with Eri.

Recovery Girl began to think to herself. Futari Taikyu… that's the 14-year-old boy from the Tokyo Trafficking incident 14 months ago where I had to heal the victims. He's such a sweet boy. It's hard to believe what he did.

Eri went running down the hallway with a big smile on her face, showing her white teeth. Her arms stretched out as if she was trying to touch the walls on each side. Futari looked at her with a warm smile. Having a sister wouldn't have been so bad...well actually she'd have a similar quirk to me so maybe it would have been pretty bad,Futari thought to himself.

"Hey, Eri. Remember, this is a school so don't run in the hallway," Futari said while following behind her. Plus, they'll blame me, and I'd rather not deal with these people except for maybe Aizawa because he's my dad's friend, Futari brooded.

Eri turned and looked at him still smiling. "Oh yeah. Sorry! I'll be quieter." She turned around and walked quickly. "This is, uh, the gen- the general…" She frowned while turning to look at him.

Futari squatted to her level, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Come on. You can do it. You know how to spell it right?" She nodded. "Then just sound it out."

"The gen-er-al ed… edu… education! General Education! Wait I'm missing something...oh yeah! Depart… Department! This is the Department of General Education!"

"Good job, Eri!" He high fived her. She smiled hard. Futari looked through the windows of some classroom doors to get a feeling of what each class taught. English probably. Uh...History? Math. Art for sure. Futari thought to himself. Eri brought him to another part of the high school. This part seemed to be even more preppy.

Eri started speaking. "I haven't spent much time here, but I know this is where everyone dresses in a suit!"

Futari began to look around and spotted a sign. "The Department of Management." He began to think to himself. Tsk. The political crap, I see. These kids haven't a clue of the corruption they'll have to be a part of. "Hey, Eri! Take me to a place that you know a lot about."

"Okay! I'll take you to place with explosions!"

"Uh. Explosions?" Eri began running off. "Hey, remember! Don't run!" Eri lead Futari through a myriad of turns and staircases until she came to a set of large steel doors. Behind the doors, they both heard an explosion.

A man was heard shouting from the other side. "GOD DAMN IT! HATSUME!"

Futari moved Eri behind him cautiously. "Veins." His veins became black as chemicals pumped through his body.

Eri's eyes lit up. "Is that your quirk? Wow. You look kind of scary."

Futari put his index fingers to his lips. "Shhhhhhh." Futari put his hands on both the doors and quickly opened it, ready for a fight. Power Loader and Hatsume Mei turned and both stared at him and Eri. Yikes. False alarm,Futari thought to himself. "Sorry. I thought that there was a fight in here or something." His veins returned to their normal colors.

Power Loader put Hatsume Mei in a loose headlock. "There's about to be a fight in here if this fool keeps making support items that blow up!"

Eri runs into the room and hugs Power Loaders leg. "No Mr. Power Loader. Hatsume is trying to help people! That's what Aizawa told me!"

Power Loader glanced at Eri. "I know! I'm trying to help her help people by teaching her basic safety!" He lets Hatsume out of his headlock.

Hatsume remained having an almost too enthusiastic smile on her face. "I'm sorry Loader Sensei! Let me try one more time!" Futari stepped into the room taking in the surroundings. There were a bunch of failed projects in the corner. Hatsume turned her head towards Futari and their eyes met. She...wow. She is pretty cute. Too bad she smells like oil and soot…she also kind of looks like a nut job, Futari thought to himself. Hatsume's eyes lit up and she instantly scurried up to him. "You are very fit! You must be a new hero! Are you here to help me make babies?!"

The left side of Futari's face scrunched up as he cocked his head back. "Ehhhhh?! Hell no! I don't even know your first name!"

Power Loader started laughing hysterically before calming him down a bit. "Oh man… she doesn't mean actual babies. She means her gadgets."

"And how would I know that without context?!"

"You wouldn't!" Power Loader began laughing again. Futari still grimacing, was not entertained.

Futari looked and saw Eri sitting on the floor. "Eri. Are you tired?!"

"Yeah. My feet hurt."

Futari grabs Eri by her armpits and begins carrying her. "There we go."

Hatsume ran to her pile of gadgets and pulled out several mechanisms then ran back in front of Futari. "Are you ready to help me test my babies?!"

Futari started backing up slowly. "I'm not a hero so not interested."

"But you are so athletic! You must be able to test some of my babies."

"No ma'am!" Futari ran out the door while Eri was waving bye to both Hatsume and Power Loader.

It was 11:37 so lunch would be soon. Because of this, Futari had Eri direct him back to the Department of Heroes. Class 1A homeroom was ahead. Invisible Girl opened the homeroom door and began to walk towards Futari and Eri heading to the bathroom. Finally. A place I actually recognize, Futari thought with a sigh of relief. Eri was staring at Futari's face. "What's up, Eri?"

Eri was smiling cheek to cheek. "Thanks for having me take you on a tour. It was fun!"

Futari chuckled. "It's no problem, Eri."

"Hey. Can you show me your scary quirk, again?"

Scary? Tsk. You don't know the half of it.Futari thought to himself. "Sure. Veins." The black veins began to spread across his body.

"It looks so weird! Like black spider webs are covering you."

Futari chuckled a bit while thinking, Definitely a strange comparison. As the two got closer to Toru, she waved hi. Eri and Futari waved back. As the duo past, Toru, Futari could smell every scent on her body because his quirk was active. He thought about what he smelled as the fumes came in his nose. Her natural scent, flowery perfume, a shampoo with olive oil, cocoa butter lotion and… a decent amount of her own blood and scar tissue?Futari turned around quickly looking at Toru with a shocked face. I know they did combat training, but this blood and scar tissue smells older…like 12-15 hours old. Why the hell...