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Yuta's day had been pretty bad.
On a scale of one through ten, one being the worst, he would give it a solid three.
Not only had he lost a game of pool to a misogynistic cunt (the hate he had for the Zen'in was generational), he was in a room full of wide-eyed teenagers, a circle of blood around him and salt was scratching at his knees. Because he was kneeling, of course.
"It's alive?" A black-haired girl with a ponytail exclaimed.
"..." Said a crow-raven-blackbird thing. He was angst-ridden and depressed and thus did not react to such a thing.
"Okay, so, basically, we summoned you! You're like, meant to be crazy powerful, and cool, and attractive, supposedly."
The adoloscent giving the yap had broccoli hair and a prebuscent voice. Despite these flaws, Yuta appreciated him. At least he had the decency to explain why he was yoinked out of his sleep and put in a slumber party.
"Do you speak?" Asked another girl. She had brown hair and was mildly less irritating than the broccoli guy who had spoken before.
"Can you tell us your name?" Pried the black hair ponytail girl.
Being powered by Autism™ and Caffeine™ Yuta was stressing and overthinking these simple questions. Did he speak? What was his name? Was now a good time to bring up his inferiority complex? Was ever a good time to? Did his dearest friends even give a damn?
"You may call me... 'infinite'."
"Wow! I- I didn't know it would work! Don't get me wrong I thought you were an intelligent being but it's just more real. I'm Midoriya, that's Tokoyami, over there is Yaoyorozu and that's Uraraka."
"..." Said Tokoyami, because he was depressed and the only colour in his room was a singular plushie, of his employer, because he was that depressed.
Yuta decided to take a moment to appreciate his surroundings.
A poster of a man with extreme proportions was hung up to one side, a cringe tagline on the poster.
He looked to be in some sort of dorm set-up, juvenile bunk beds being shoved to the sides of the room. They seemed a little old to be having a camp, so he assumed they were some private school children.
Private school children were the worst, always thinking they had the right and-
"Can you show us your magic, Infinite? The spellbook said that you possessed magic," Yaoyorozu asked. She looked strangely confident for asking an eldritch horror to show its abilities.
"More ants to crush. I wonder if this world can offer me a real challenge."
Yuuta stood up and awkwardly brushed the salt off of his knees. Off-topic, but he really hated the feeling of salt. It was grainy and off-putting, and it got stuck everywhere and it was such a white person seasoning. The French even rioted about it- though he supposed that they rioted about everything.
He scratched the back of his neck and wondered what he could flex with.
Under his breath, he muttered, "Authentic Mutual Love" because it's a creepy name and also he really should've chosen a better name.
The ground ripped to shreds, and space warped sickeningly around the teenagers (except for Yuuta he's built different).
A great darkness enveloped them. It was difficult to percieve; simultaneously moving like molasses and advancing like an army two centimetres away from your face.
Swords littered the ground.
"You must be a teacher, may we call you Sensei?" Asked Uraraka.
"What would he teach?" Pondered Midoriya aloud.
"Friends are nothing but a fleeting illusion," Yuuta said, despite his morals and entire schtick being about having both bros and hoes.
"..." Replied Tokoyami, because he was depressed and was so depressed he wasn't relevant. In his own episodes.
"Sensei's first lesson!" Exclaimed Midoriya, with his non-contagious excitement.
Mogger. That would be the word to describe Yuuta at that very moment. Like the aura King he is, he pulled up a sword.
The scene was akin to King Arthur claiming Excalibur and thus claiming power. Like Arthur, Yuuta was buff.
"This wasn't part of my agenda, but I'm always happy to crush a hero."
With those words, Yuta hollow purple'd them out of existence.
Aizawa looked down at Yuta, concern clouding his face. His brows were furrowed and, every time he was about to speak, he paused.
"Okkotsu. You fainted on the battle field. You were hit by a physical attack."
He tried rubbing his eyes, but he realised his arms wouldn't respond. Instinctively, he called reverse cursed technique to fix whatever might be wrong but it did not heed.
"We have dampened your 'quirk' so you don't do any more damage to yourself. You overexerted yourself."
Aizawa stifled a sigh. Despite being proud of his newest addition to his motley crew of students, he couldn't help but worry.
"I know that your- background can make it hard for you to step back. I understand, but I ask of you to consider how your own recklessness can affect others."
With that, Aizawa left Yuta alone with his thoughts.