Chapter Text
Three men walked into a slightly dusty boardroom that was formerly a math classroom.
The first to enter was a rotund balding man, face permanently etched into a scowl by years of anger.
The second to enter was a gaunt elderly man, face looking around the room disappointedly.
The last to enter was a professional looking man with a face smothered with skin products, he was the only one in the room wearing the mandatory lanyard, the employee id reading “Shisōka Hanzatsu”.
They all sat down around the teacher’s former desk and began to talk.
The first man to enter was the first to talk saying “Before anyone says anything, why the fuck am I here. ” in a tone as if he had been kidnapped.
“Get used to it.” the second man replied “Remember the emails I sent about Seven-Star?”
“The ones that got leaked? Course I fuckin' do.”
“This is what we're going to do now.” the second man said. “It can't get leaked face-to-face.”
“How often are we doing this?”
“Just once a month”
“Once a month huh…” the first man said, “Seven-star is long gone though, with the HPSC or whatever, so are we just gonna reminisce or what?”
“Not so.” the second man said “Hanzatsu?” he said, turning to face the third man.
“Ah, yes.” the third man said, standing to attention.
“My son has recently acquired his Meta Ability. I have not been able to discern the exact details of it due to his limited education, but I believe it allows him to see what any living being is going to do five seconds into the future.”
“Just five seconds?” the first man said.
“Don't be so quick to judge Yuudai.” Hanzatsu replied.
“His mothers ability is practically the same, but only able to see 4 and a half seconds into the future. When she first got her ability she could only see one second into the future, practically useless.”
“Hmm… I can work with that.” Yuudai said.
“Does your son have any…” the first man trailed off.
“Yes, Okamoto?”
“Mutations?” Okamoto said, in the same cadence as “Tumors?”
“His teeth are sharp, that's it.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I know a dentist, you can take him there”
A wave of silence passed though the room.
“So.. uhh” Yuudai started “Are you training him yet?”
“No, he just turned four, just exercises for now” Hanzatsu said
“Ah.. okay, I was just asking because I got a contact with a hero, a Shiketsu graduate”
“Oh?”
“I think his quirk meshes well with your son’s quirk, he could train him.”
“I'll take it into consideration.”
Another wave, bigger than the last.
“I think that about does it.” Okamoto said
“Warn me next time, alright?” Yuudai said, getting up from his chair.
Okamoto did not respond, leaving the room.
“Dammit,” Yuudai said, leaving the room behind Okamoto.
The last man to enter the room was the last to leave, he did so calmly and with a lot on his mind.