Chapter Text
Morning traffic drifted around them in a steady rhythm.
Salarymen hurried toward the train station with coffee in hand, cyclists weaved between crosswalks, and clusters of U.A. students filled the sidewalks ahead. The towering school sat in the distance, catching the first light of the morning.
Danny walked beside Jazz, his backpack hanging from one shoulder. His eyes followed the steady stream of students flowing toward the front gates while Jazz chatted easily beside him, her words fading in and out beneath the sounds of the city.
“...and apparently the Hero Course is already-”
Danny blinked, his attention snapping back.
“...Wait.” He looked over, a bit lost. “...What?”
Jazz smiled knowingly. “You were spacing out.”
He shrugged, “...Maybe a little.”
She laughed, her giggle bright and cheery. “I said, apparently the Hero Course is already causing mischief.”
Danny frowned. “It’s the third day.”
“I know,” Jazz said, grinning wide. “They’re overachievers.”
“That… doesn't sound like a compliment.”
“It wasn't.”
He let out a quiet snort.
“So,” she continued, nudging his shoulder with hers. “Did you hear what happened yesterday?”
Danny shook his head.
“Not really,” he admitted. “I don't exactly have people lining up to tell me school gossip.”
Jazz laughed.
“Well, lucky for you, you have me.”
Danny rolled his eyes playfully, “Lucky me.”
She grinned, shoving him gently.
“So, yesterday the Hero Course was supposed to have costume evaluations.”
Danny glanced over.
“...Already?”
“Mhm. We were supposed to get all their notes afterward.” She made a face. “Kind of hard to fix a costume if you don't know what's wrong with it.”
“What happened?”
She sighed, sounding almost annoyed.
“All Might happened.”
Danny tilted his head. “What does that mean?”
Jazz blew out a breath. “Instead of testing costumes, he decided battle trials would be more exciting.”
Danny blinked.
“...He can just do that?”
“I mean…” She shrugged halfheartedly. “He did.”
She shook her head with a sigh.
“One of the Hero Course students wound up in Recovery Girl’s office, we never got the evaluation notes, and now half of the Support Course schedule has to be rearranged.”
“All because he ignored the lesson plan?”
“Pretty much.”
She adjusted the strap of her bag.
“So now,” she continued. “I’ve heard 1-A’s homeroom teacher has to shuffle his schedule around so he can keep an eye on him.”
Danny gave her a look.
“...Babysitting Japan’s Number 1. Hero?”
She nodded, “Yup.”
Danny scratched his cheek, deep in thought.
“...I'm suddenly happy I'm not a hero course student.”
That earned another giggle from Jazz.
“Honestly? Same.”
The door to Class 1-C slid open with a quiet rattle. Danny stepped in, the classroom buzzing louder than it had the previous two mornings.
Students who usually kept to their own desks had drifted together in loose circles. Hands flew animatedly through the air, someone mimed an explosion with far too much enthusiasm, another threw both hands up in exaggerated disbelief.
Danny blinked, adjusting the strap on his backpack. He easily slipped through the aisles toward his desk, the conversation washing around him without interruption.
He slid into his seat beside Shinso, easing his backpack onto the floor before tucking it neatly against the leg of his desk.
Shinso glared at his desk, his pencil rolled once beneath his fingers before stopping with a quiet tap.
“...stupid Hero Course.”
Danny hesitated. His fingers found the cuff of his sleeve, worrying the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. He glanced toward the other boy, then toward the knot of students still animatedly reenacting yesterday’s events as if they were there to witness it themselves.
Another student threw both arms wide, nearly knocking someone’s notebook onto the floor.
“...Hero Course sounds exhausting.”
A short breath escaped Shinso’s nose before he could stop it. It wasn't much, but it was unmistakably a laugh. It caught Danny off guard.
“That’s one word for it.”
Danny looked over, surprised he'd actually gotten a response.
“...What's your word?”
Shinso didn't hesitate, mouth pressed into a thin line.
“Overrated.”
Danny raised an eyebrow. “That’s a strong opinion.”
His piercing stare sent a small shiver down the smaller boy’s spine.
“They've had two days of classes and they've already blown up a building.”
“...Fair enough.” Danny shrugged.
Shinso rolled his pencil between his fingers, tapping it lightly against his desk. “They're acting like they're the greatest thing since sliced bread.”
Danny glanced toward the group across the room, someone pantomimed a huge explosion while another argued over which first year must have caused it. Laughter rippled through the crowd. He turned back to his neighbor when he huffed audibly.
“They think they're so special, just because they have flashy quirks.”
“...They seem excited.”
Shinso’s pencil stopped rolling. “That's the problem.” He tapped the pencil in irritation. “They’ve never even talked to those idiots and they're already convinced they're amazing.”
Danny scratched the edge of his sleeve. “...Because they made Hero Course?”
“Because they were able to.” Shinso scoffed. “Give somebody a quirk that punches through concrete and suddenly everyone treats them like god’s gift to the world.”
He leaned back in his chair, the front legs lifting off the ground.
“Tell me how breaking a pile of robots proved you’d make a good hero.” The legs of his chair hit the ground with a dull thunk. “Not everyone’s quirk works that way.”
Danny pressing his fingers into his palms.
He knew the feeling. It wasn't the same, not even close. Shinso had something, a quirk, a part of himself that existed whether people understood it or not.
Danny had spent years being told there was nothing there at all.
Useless.
Broken.
Quirkless.
It may have been different, but people had the same look in their eyes when they decided they already knew your worth.
“Your quirk isn't physical?”
The question slipped out before Danny could stop it, Shinso’s piercing eyes flicked toward him. For a second, Danny wondered if he’d pushed a bit too much. But the other boy only leaned back slightly in his chair, gaze dropping to the floor.
“No.”
His tone was flat, but Danny caught the way his shoulders dipped, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He nodded slowly. “...That would’ve made it rough.”
“Rough?” Shinso turned the pencil over between his fingers. “It was practically over before the buzzer sounded.” He shrugged a shoulder, though there was too much bite behind the motion to call it casual.
Danny’s brows pulled together.
“That seems… really inefficient.”
Shinso’s eyes bore into him.
Danny blinked, almost surprised he’d said it aloud.
“I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “If you’re only measuring who can destroy the most targets, you're really just measuring destructive output.”
Danny frowned.
“The quirks with the highest destructive output also have the highest rate of collateral damage.” He spoke slowly, piecing it together as he went. “From what I've read, physical enhancement quirks statistically cause more civilian casualties during villain encounters than support, reconnaissance, or mental type quirks.”
Shinso stared, as if his brain physically stalled.
“...You read that?”
Danny shrugged.
“My sister is really into psychology…” He twisted his fingers together. “The amount of research she's gone through is insane, it'd be more of a shock if I didn’t learn something from her.”
“...Huh.”
“I’d rather have the person with the plan standing next to me.” Danny admitted, looking down at the scratches in his desk. “Someone charging in because they can usually just creates a bigger mess for everyone else.”
The silence between them was soft, only gently interrupted by the multiple other conversations happening around the room.
“...You know,” Shinso muttered. “You’re a lot smarter than you let on.”
Danny let out a quiet snort, lips forming a crooked smile. “You're setting the curve a little low.”
Shinso’s mouth twitched.
“...You're weird.”
Danny shrugged.
“I've been told worse.”
The chatter filling the classroom faded into the background as Shinso rolled his pencil between his fingers again, slower this time. His gaze drifted toward Danny, lingering for half a second longer than before.
He opened his mouth as the classroom door slid open with a BANG.
“Morning, 1-C!”
Mic-Sensei strode inside carrying an overstuffed binder beneath one arm and a thermos of tea in the other. His grin was as bright as ever despite the early morning hour.
The scattered conversations around the room quickly dissolved. Chairs scraped across the floor as students hurried back to their desks, the last few stragglers practically diving into their seats before Mic-Sensei reached the podium.
“Look at that!” He beamed. “Everyone is wide eyed and bushy tailed! That's always a promising way to start the day!”
A few groans answered him, one student comparing him to an overenthusiastic parent.
He laughed loudly. “Come on, don't sound so thrilled to see me!”
Danny caught Shinso’s eye for the briefest moment before they both looked forward.
Whatever the other boy had been about to say disappeared beneath the shuffle of notebooks opening and Mic-Sensei’s voice carrying effortlessly across the room.
The bell rang, its sharp chime cutting cleanly through the end of Mic-Sensei’s lesson.
“Alright!” He clapped his hands together, snapping the last few lingering conversations back toward the front. “That’s enough English for one day. Go eat something before your brains melt!”
Chairs scraped across the floor as students shot to their feet, conversations immediately picking back up.
Mic laughed to himself, scooping his binder beneath one arm. “And don't be late getting back!”
The classroom door slid shut behind him. Almost instantly, a confident voice rose above the rest.
“As class president…”
Danny didn't look up from shoving his notebook in his bag.
Earlier that morning, after what had felt like an eternity of nominations, voting, and increased confusion as students tried to pick one peer out of many, Kamakiri Sota had marched to the front of the room with all the confidence of someone accepting an award instead of a responsibility.
Now, he stood exactly where he’d planted himself after the vote, one hand resting on his hip while the other waved dramatically. His long limbs seemed to stretch even farther when he talked, antennae twitching proudly above his head.
A few classmates lingered nearby, politely trapped in the conversation.
“Honestly, I figured I'd end up with the position.” Kamakiri shrugged as if the outcome had been inevitable. “Somebody has to keep this class from embarrassing itself.”
He laughed at his own remark.
“Guess that's what happens when you’re the obvious choice.” His antenna gave a satisfied twitch.
Danny leaned just close enough to Shinso for him to hear him murmur, glancing toward the front of the room where Kamakiri was still happily listening to himself talk.
“...Does he ever get tired?”
Shinso followed his gaze.
“Of what?”
Danny slung his backpack over one shoulder.
“Carrying that much confidence.”
Shinso stared for a moment, a quiet snort escaping his lips.
“It's probably his quirk.”
Danny blinked.
“Confidence?”
“Inflation.”
Danny covered his very audible laugh with his hand, grinning as he stood.
They slipped out into the hallway with the rest of the class, the lunchtime crowd already spilling through the corridors. The tide of students swept them along.
Danny had to angle his shoulders just to keep from getting clipped by passing backpacks. A pair of boys cut in front of him without noticing, forcing him to shorten his stride until Shinso slowed to match his pace. For a while they walked in comfortable silence, shoes tapping against the polished floors while voices echoed off the high ceilings.
Without looking over, Shinso spoke. “...You’d rather eat with me than alone?”
Danny blinked, the question was so matter of fact it took him a second to realize it had been directed at him.
“...Oh.”
His hand drifted to the strap of his backpack.
He… wanted to.
His thumb rubbed absentmindedly against the frayed edge of his backpack strap. The hidden compartment behind the front pocket wasn't empty.
Not yet.
A couple of granola bars, half a sleeve of crackers, two fruit snacks he’s been saving because they lasted longer than most other things.
Less than what he’d had a week ago.
Yesterday, after hiding away in the library for a second time, he’d eaten through more of it than he’d planned. It hadn’t seemed important at the time. His stomach had been too knotted to think about rationing.
He hadn't been able to replace much of it either.
Back in Amity, he had a better idea of when the house would be empty. His parents disappeared into the lab for days at a time, and he could slip into the kitchen unnoticed, quietly replenishing whatever he’d hidden away with the older Fentons none the wiser.
Japan was different.
His parents drifted in and out of their new house at odd hours, unpacking boxes of inventions one moment, disappearing to whatever research facility they were given the next. There wasn't a pattern yet. Every time Danny thought he’d figured one out, it changed again.
Lunch from the cafeteria meant the food in his bag could be saved for another day. Long enough to find time to try and replace it.
His fingers curled a little tighter around the strap as he drew a quiet breath.
“...I think I’d-”
A deafening alarm exploded through the hallway.
Every conversation died at once, the corridor erupting in panic.
Students lurched forward in a wave, heads snapping toward the nearest exits as voices overlapped in confused shouts. Someone slammed into Danny’s shoulder hard enough to knock him off balance.
Before he could hit the floor, Shinso’s fingers caught around his forearm.
Another student crashed into Danny from behind. His heart jumped into his throat, his arm vanishing.
Shinso’s hand closed on empty air.
Danny stumbled sideways as another body shoved between them, smaller than nearly everyone around him. All he could see were uniforms, backpacks, elbows and shoulders. The crowd swallowed him whole in seconds. Someone clipped him again, another shove.
The floor beneath his feet wavered, his breathing coming in too fast. His shoe sank an inch into the polished tile before he jerked himself back on instinct, phantom cold racing up his leg.
A sharp crackle burst from the speakers overhead, a calm voice cutting clean through the panic.
“Attention, students. This is your Principal, Nezu.”
The hallway quieted by degrees, the voice soothing the tension.
“There is no threat to the student body, it appears members of the media have entered campus grounds without my authorization.”
A collective groan rolled through the corridor.
“Please remain calm and make your way back to your classrooms until we have resolved the situation.” His voice was surprisingly cheerful for the situation at hand.
The panic ebbed almost as quickly as it had begun.
Students exchanged sheepish glances before letting out nervous laughs, the tight knot of bodies unraveling into smaller groups. The tension dissolved into muttered complaints and embarrassed chuckles. A few students rolled their eyes, already treating it like an inconvenience instead of an emergency as they turned back the way they came.
Danny’s pulse still hammered painfully against his ribs. He stumbled backward until his shoulders found the wall, sliding down it before his knees gave out beneath him. The polished floor was cool through his uniform pants.
His gaze never left his hands. The tips of his fingers shimmered, wavering like heat rising off pavement. Half there, half somewhere else. He pressed his palms against his knees. The edges of his fingers slowly solidified, knuckles returning first, then nails. Then finally the faint pink of his fingertips.
A shaky breath left his chest.
Around him, students filed past without a second glance. Someone clipped the toe of his shoe, another stepped over his feet with an annoyed sigh. He barely registered it, his entire world had narrowed to ten trembling fingers.
“...You plan on spending the rest of the day down there?”
Danny’s head jerked up. Shinso stood a few feet away, hands shoved into pockets. His tired eyes flicked from Danny’s face to his shaking hands before settling somewhere around the wall over his shoulder.
Danny swallowed.
“...Was considering it.”
“Hm.”
Shinso stepped closer, hand held out. Danny stared for a moment, before letting his weak fingers rest in the other boy's palm.
Shinso pulled him upright with surprising steadiness, keeping a hand lightly on his elbow until Danny found his balance.
“...Thanks.”
“Don't mention it.”
Shinso glanced down at him, studying him before his lips turned into an easy grin.
“You really are short enough to lose in a crowd.”
Danny shot him an exaggerated look. “I’ll have you know, I'm strategically compact.”
“That's one way to market it.” The other boy hummed.
Danny bumped his shoulder lightly into Shinso’s arm.
“Rude!”
“Accurate.”
Together, they turned back toward the stream of students heading back toward their classrooms, falling into step beside one another.
The rest of the afternoon never quite recovered, lunch became little more than organized damage control.
Most of the faculty who weren't actively teaching disappeared outside almost as soon as Principal Nezu’s announcement ended. Through the classroom windows, Danny caught glances of pro heroes moving across the campus grounds, capes and uniforms flashing between buildings as they quickly made their way to the compromised front gate. Inside, worker bots rolled through the hallways carrying insulated carts. Each classroom received trays one by one, the little machines accounting their arrival with cheerful electronic chimes felt strangely out of place after the early afternoon’s panic.
A few students slumped dramatically over their desks, others complained about being trapped inside for lunch. Someone muttered that eating in the classroom ‘felt like elementary school’.
Danny didn't really mind.
The worker bot stopped beside his desk and presented his tray with mechanical precision. Steam curled lazily from the plate, carrying the smell of fresh rice and grilled fish as Danny quietly nudged his backpack a little farther beneath his chair.
Next to him, Shinso peeled apart a pair of disposable chopsticks with practiced indifference.
For a few minutes, the classroom settled into little more than the sounds of lunch. Chopsticks tapped against trays, cartons cracked open, chairs scraped across the floor as students shifted into little groups.
Across the room, Kamakiri leaned against his desk. His chopsticks carved dramatic lines through the air as he punctuated every sentence with another confident gesture. The handful of classmates caught nearby looked less like an audience and more like hostages waiting for a chance to escape.
“...I'm just saying, if I'd been running security…”
Danny watched for another moment before turning to Shinso.
“...I think he’s in love.”
Shinso glanced up from his lunch, giving Danny a confused look. “With who?”
“His own voice.”
Shinso stared across the room in thoughtful silence, as though genuinely weighing the possibility.
“That’s a toxic relationship if I've ever seen one.”
Danny snorted so suddenly he had to duck his head into his sleeve to keep from laughing out loud.
The room sprung alive with the final bell.
Chair legs scraped against the floor as students stood conversations that had been held in whispers during the last few minutes of class spilling back into full volume. Zippers ripped open and shut. Someone was already halfway through the doorway before remembering they’d left behind a homework assignment behind, doubling back with an exasperated groan.
At the front of the room, Mic-Sensei snapped his gradebook closed. “That’s all for today! Get home safe, ignore the media, and ill see those smiling faces tomorrow!”
A few students chuckled as the classroom emptied in waves.
Danny packed a little slower than most, carefully sliding his notebook into place and double checking his pockets were secure. Beside him, Shinso slung his bag over one shoulder with the same unhurried pace he'd carried through the entire day. By the time they stepped into the hallway, the rush had already begun. Students steamed toward the exits in loose currents, conversations bouncing off the high ceilings. A few teachers stood outside their classrooms saying hurried goodbyes as students split off toward different wings of the building.
Without a word, Danny and Shinso fell into step beside one another. The quiet between them more peaceful than awkward.
“...How do you get home?”
Danny glanced sideways. “I usually walk with my sister.”
“Hm.”
They reached the front lobby just as the crowd began to bottleneck around the main doors.
Danny nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand landed on his shoulder. He spun on instinct, backpack strap slipping through fingers that shimmered translucent before he squeezed them solid again.
“...Jazz!”
The tension left his shoulders almost as quickly as it had appeared, a grin easily slipping into place.
“You found me.”
“I usually do.” she misled, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “Ready to head home?”
Danny heaved a tired sigh. “Absolutely, I've had enough excitement for one day.”
Her eyes drifted to the taller boy standing beside her brother.
“Oh-hi!” She offered a warm smile. “I'm Jazz.”
“Shinso, Hitoshi.” He nodded.
Jazz glanced between the two boys, pleasantly surprised. Smile a bit wider than before.
“Thanks for keeping my little brother company, god knows he needs it.”
Danny let out a small, scandalized squeak before lightly swatting her arm.
“Jazz!”
She laughed, batting his hand away with ease.
“What? I'm proud.” A mischievous glint found its way into her eye. “You’ve finally gotten the courage to talk to someone. I’m witnessing personal growth.”
Danny gave her the most deadpan look he could muster. “Really?”
She shrugged playfully. “I'm just surprised.”
Danny raised an eyebrow. “That I survived a whole day without accidentally causing a disaster?”
“I was going to say making a friend.”
Danny huffed a short laugh. “Wow, way less insulting somehow.”
Shinso glanced between them, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I can see where you get it from.”
Danny looked over, confusion written on his face. “Excuse me?”
“The sarcasm.”
A small laugh escaped Jazz, quickly covered by a hand.
Danny looked between the two of them, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Is teaming up on me really that fun?”
“Absolutely.” Shinso’s smile grew just a fraction more at the appalled look that flew across Danny’s face.
“You were supposed to be a neutral party!”
He shrugged playfully, hands finding their place in his pants pockets. Jazz laughed, and Danny tried to hold onto his offended expression for a moment longer before cracking a smile.
Shinso’s smile lingered as Danny shook his head through the annoyance on his face had long since faded into something much lighter.
Danny adjusted the strap of his bag. “You heading home too?”
Shinso glanced toward one of the many hallways that lead deeper into the school. “Not yet.” He shrugged. “I've got something to talk about with a teacher.”
Danny nodded as Shinso shifted his bag higher onto his shoulder, giving the siblings a nod.
“See you tomorrow.”
Danny gave him a small grin. “As long as you don’t sleep through your alarm.” He poked one of his own eye bags, though smaller than Shinso’s.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Bold of you to assume I sleep.”
Shinso lifted a hand in a small wave before disappearing into the stream of students heading back through the building. Jazz bumped her arm into his, gesturing toward the front doors.
The afternoon air felt different outside the building. Less crowded and heavy.
The noise of U.A. faded behind them as they crossed into the courtyard, students splitting off toward different routes home. The sun hung lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the paths and the neatly kept campus grounds.
Jazz rubbed her hands together, something she did when rambling.
“I think I might dip my toes into something new,” she said with a bit of pep in her step. “I wasn't planning on getting involved with inventions. I mean, we already have enough of that in our lives.
Danny glanced over. Jazz caught the look, shrugging before he could comment.
“But I talked with an underclassman of mine, and she was so excited about the lives she could change with what she’s making that it kind of changed my mind. “She smiled faintly. “I won't give up my research, I've spent so much time looking into heroes and how they are affected by their work, but maybe making something that can be of use wouldn't be the worst idea.”
Her words kept going, moving from one though to the next like they always did. The details blurred together somewhere between her talking about possible designs and what kinds of support tools heroes actually needed.
Danny didn’t need to catch every word, he just needed her voice.
His grip on his backpack strap loosened little by little as the anxious buzz under his skin he didn’t even realize was there finally started to fade.
They reached the front gate, and his attention shifted. The damage from earlier still stood out against the rest of the campus.
Police tape surrounded the broken section of wall, the concrete around it still scattered from where the impact had torn through. The edges weren’t cracked or crumbled like something had been thrown against it, it looked almost as if it was melted away.
Danny slowed for half a second, eyes drawn to the officers and pro heroes milling around the scene.
“Danny?”
Jazz’s voice pulled him back, her smile was soft as she nodded toward the sidewalk beyond the gate.
“Coming.” He followed after her, leaving the damaged wall behind as they continued toward the train station.
Jazz didn't let the silence last long after they left the school’s grounds. She slipped right back into talking, jumping between thoughts the way she always did, and Danny let himself fall into the familiar rhythm of listening. Somewhere between her explaining how interesting her research had been and complaining about how difficult it was to get people to leave genuine feedback and improvement notes on their costumes, Danny found himself adding little pieces of his own day. She was thrilled to learn about the stuck up kid who surprisingly won class president, helping him create theories on how he convinced other students to vote for him. She even gave a genuine laugh when he recounted his conversations with Shinso throughout the day.
By the time they reached the street leading toward the train station, Danny realized his shoulders weren’t nearly as tense as they'd been when they left U.A.
He almost missed the feeling at first.
A small prickling sensation crawled up the back of his neck, the kind that made his instincts, how little he may have, flare. Danny’s steps slowed. He turned slightly, eyes scanning the people moving around the station entrance. Commuters passed by, conversations blended into the city noise, nothing stood out as odd.
Every muscle in his body froze as a shadow stretched over the siblings. Before either could react, a voice came from above.
“I finally found you, ghost child.”
Danny’s breath caught in his throat.
The world flashed white.
Quirks:
Danny Fenton - Unknown
Jazz Fenton - Instant Recall - is able to instantly recall anything she has read, seen, or heard. Studying for too long can cause headaches and nosebleeds as it causes strain to her brain.
Maddie Fenton - Hypothesis Instinct - generates accurate scientific explanations faster than most based on the input she is given.
Jack Fenton - Overcharge Drive - physical enhancer that spikes his strength, durability, and aggression the more excited or threatened he feels. It's unstable and imprecise, he gets stronger, but also clumsier and more reckless as it builds.
Ember McLain - Resonant Locks - can convert sound energy into physical and emotional resonance through her hair, allowing it to amplify, shape, and project her voice and music as both concussive sound waves and mood-influencing vibrations.
Boxer (Box Ghost) - Box Affinity - can subtly manipulate cardboard, crates, and other simple containers assembling them quickly to create hiding spots, distractions, or makeshift traps.
Technus - Neurohack - allows him to convert his consciousness into electrical signals to travel through technology, infiltrate networks, and hijack systems, with his effectiveness depending entirely on how advanced his technological knowledge is.
Desiree - Manifest - allows her to grant the wishes of others, becoming progressively more powerful with each wish fulfilled, though her body continuously grows in size and becomes increasingly difficult to move as her accumulated power increases.
Dorathea Mattingly - Crystal Lattice - can create and shape incredibly strong transparent glass-like constructs, usually forming elegant sculptures, barriers, and platforms that are far tougher than they appear.
Skulker - ???
Edward Lancer - Insight - the longer he teaches or interacts with a student, the more clearly he can sense their natural strengths, emotional state, and untapped potential. It manifests as a subtle “aura impression” around people that only he can see.
Reina - Skinscript - can manipulate the ink-infused blood beneath her skin to create living, shifting tattoos that she can reshape at will and transfer to others either temporarily or permanently.
Daichi - Echo Sketch - can perfectly capture moments in his memory and reproduce them in exact detail through drawings or paintings, though storing too many images at once causes severe headaches.
Dash Baxter - Impact Buffer - can absorb kinetic force from physical hits and store it in his body, then release it as explosive strength in his next attack or movement.
Kwan Ishiyama - Playbook - can instantly visualize and predict the flow of coordinated movement around him, almost like seeing a sports play unfold in real time.
Paulina Sanchez - Charm Radius - can subtly amplify positive social perception of herself within a limited radius, making people more likely to notice her, agree with her, and view her as impressive, beautiful, or authoritative.
Star Strong - Quick Luck - creates tiny bursts of good fortune for people she wants to help. To do it consciously takes a lot of focus.
Sota Kamakiri - Arthropod - A mutation quirk that combines the characteristics of multiple insects, giving the user enhanced reflexes, wide-angle vision, sensitive antennae, and superior mobility at the cost of raw physical strength.