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“Welcome to the Historical Museum of Heroes, my name is, well actually my names not really that important because everyone around here calls me Deku.” The old museum tour guide begins.
“Oooooo, is that because you rescue people around the museum, or fight off villains, or you know Kung Fu, so you are super cool, like one of the old Number One Duo Heroes?” One of the kids blurts out excitedly.
“Ah, no… it’s actually because in my first week here I fell helping to set up a display and broke my wrist, and then. two days later I slipped on a wet floor and sprained my ankle. Everyone started joking around about how I was just as clumsy as the amazing Wonder Duo member of my era, and everyone around here gets nicknames, so they started calling me Deku.” The old man explains embarrassingly. He continues on kind of quickly, “Well, I mean, I’m not the only one; there is one tour guide who goes through his tours really fast, so fast he hit a wall once, so we call him Ingenium and another one who, one time when we were setting up for a party, got himself all wrapped up in tape and was stuck for over an hour so now he is called Cellophane.” The kids all snicker, he clears his throat and continues, “Anyway, as I was saying, welcome. We are delighted to have you here today…” He squints and looks at the piece of paper in his hand, “Uh, Class 1A of… ah, yes, UA.”
“Oh, great.” One of the boys in the back mutters to the kids around him. “Look over at class 1B,” He nods his head using his horns to point at where class 1B is standing around their tour guide (an exciting and energetic, if slightly terrifying looking, old man) howling with laughter at some, albeit probably pre-scripted, joke he had just made against their teacher. “They get him and we get this old guy.”
“Dude, don’t be rude.” One of the girls next to him mutters.
“Oh, what does it matter, this old bat can’t hear me anyway?” The boy whines.
Another kid who was standing in front of the group turns around sharply. “Actually, bats have excellent hearing so, I’d be careful if I were you.” She warns. The boy mutters something under his breath.
Their tour guide starts to chatter on as he leads them into the museum. Only about half the kids are paying attention at all, and even then, only one or two seem to be really retaining any knowledge. The old man, nicknamed Deku, prattles on cheerfully appearing not to notice. The first few rooms are pretty standard for hero museums, rooms full of the origins of quirks, how the world learned to deal with the development of superhumans, the original heroes with their backstories, and finally a few small things about All Might and All for One. (The public now knew basically the whole story (minus the One for All quirk), and there would be a larger display further on in the museum so this part just covered the basics. Class 1B’s tour was following behind them at a small distance. The class would laugh every now and then at something their more interesting looking guide had said.
“I think I’m going to die of boredom” The boy with the horns complains to his friends for probably the fifth time in thirty seconds.
“Well now,” the tour guide exclaims a bit louder than he was speaking before coming to a stop. He looks at his group with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “We can’t have you dying of boredom, now can we?”
“Um, uh, no, um…” The young boy stutters, flustered now that he realizes the old man could hear him the whole time.
“I am so sorry for his rudeness sir,” the girl who tried to warn the boy earlier interjects. “Please continue, we are interested, really.” (It’s obvious she is probably the class president and was one of the few who was paying attention.)
Everyone internally groans.
“Really?” The old man asks looking at the kids confused. He tosses his guidebook over his shoulder with such force it nearly hits the three-story high ceiling, and it hits the floor with a sharp CRACK, making all of the kids jump. A few sneak a glance over to where they last saw Class 1B to see if the sudden noise scared them too, but they had moved on. “Because that guide book always bores me to tears.” He continues, chuckling at the look of shock on some of the kids’ faces and leading them through another doorway.
“Dude, I’m pretty sure that guidebook weighs like 7 pounds and he just chucked it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.” One of the guys whispers to his friend.
“Young in mind and spirit, old in body.” Deku chuckles and jokingly adds. “It’s all about positive thinking... and of course steroids. Just kidding kids don’t do drugs.”
“Okaaaaay, he’s crazy. Shinso-sensei…” One of the other kids starts and turns towards the doorway where they last saw their teacher. The doorway with the now locked gate across it.
“Well, looks like we can’t go that way.” Deku says cheerfully. He looks around at the three doorways in front of him. “Let’s try this way shall we.” He says picking a direction at random and heading towards it.
“Don’t you know how to get out of here? You work here!” One of the girls asks fearfully clinging to herself (well a clone she created).
“Yep, but I ask the security guards to give me a challenge every now and then. You know, block off some access points, make me have to change the order of my tour, keeps me on my toes. One time we had to crawl through several air vents and it took two days to get out... Follow me.”
“Pull yourself together Kopi, literally. I thought you wanted to be a hero? You scared of a museum?” The boy with the horns teases.
“Yeah, I want to be a RESCUE hero, and sure it’s all fine now, but I love horror movies. I am an expert in horror movies, and this ladies and gentlemen is how a horror movie starts. And it’s always the peppy girl who is one of the first to go.” She hisses back. A few of the kids chuckle and a few look at each other apprehensively as they all follow Deku deeper into the museum.
After a few moments of passing through some areas with some heroes the kids had never really heard of before, Eraserhead (who Deku swore was a teacher at UA, though the kids had never heard of him and who had apparently trained their own teacher) and Gran Torino (who he told them taught All Might almost everything he knows and even helped to teach the real Deku), they stopped in a room with a large open space. The kids weren’t necessarily too trusting of this new information but they were all thoroughly intrigued in what their guide was saying. Well, almost all of them.
“Ok, seriously, this is your idea of interesting?” The boy with the horns complained again.
“Oh, come on, Onihon, this stuff is actually pretty cool.” One of the kids retorts.
“Yeah, at least it’s new.” Kopi adds.
“Well,” Deku asks looking at Onihon thoughtfully. “What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know? Can you tell us anything that we’ve never heard before? Something SUPER interesting.” The boy responds.
“Ohhhhhh, you want something nonstandard, something that defies belief, something like…” The kids all instinctively scoot closer, waiting with bated breath. “Something like… Oh, no, you guys have probably heard that one… Ooo, ok, how about? Nope, you probably know that one too…”
“See he doesn’t know anything interesting.” Onihon states. The kids all sigh and some start to move away to look for an exit. Only a few stuck by Deku waiting.
“Well,” He starts softly, “I guess, there is the time that the former Number One duo, the Wonder Duo, came up with a plan that scared the pants off of the entirety of the UA teaching staff, the former Number One Hero, and the current Number One Hero at the time…” Deku mused quietly, his hand rubbing his chin.
“THE WONDER DUO DID WHAT!?!?!” Kopi shouted. The rest of the kids whip around and came racing back.
“It wasn’t on purpose.” The old man chuckled. “It all began as an innocent plan of revenge. Then it just became out of control. Let me tell you the story of Class 1A, the Class 1A that has produced the most successful hero’s to ever exist. How terrible it would have been if they had chosen a different path.”