Chapter 8. Hi, Eri

Dampness, gloominess, coldness... For some, this atmosphere intimidates an ordinary person, and for others it fills them with calm and comfort. This room is teeming with hatred in front of the world that is happening now: peace, security, fun, happiness. How I want to puke from all this. People like them, they don't belong. They don't deserve to be in their company. Pain, suffering, loneliness, hatred, cruelty - that's what's left inside people. They were rejected as an unnecessary plush toy, which they stopped playing with and immediately threw into the trash. Why do these people deserve happiness, but they don't? What are they to blame for? Why did they do this to them? No one will guess from this.

"Why did you call us, Gorgona," the tall guy asked coldly. A girl sitting on a soft scratched chair, swinging her legs, maliciously stretched a smile

"Aren't you bored being in this hole?" she yawned sarcastically. "That's right for me."

"Go outside and clear your brains," he spat out.

"There are none. They've been eaten by snakes for a long time," sneered another with a plump shape. The first speaker grinned. The girl quickly directed real, hissing, poisonous snakes at them just to intimidate them. The two fell silent abruptly, but did not shudder. The creeping animals returned to their place on telepathic orders with more threatening sounds.

"Soon the society of Heroes will fall in," she got up from her chair and slightly opened the curtain. A couple of snakes squinted from the bright light. "This time we won't miss the chance to conquer all of Japan."

"And in what way?" another member of the community has joined. This is a girl, but because of the darkness, no one else can be seen, but the villains' eyesight got used to the darkness and could easily wander even at night without lanterns. "The heroes have become stronger this time and their generation is increasing every year. They have developed to such numbers as, for example, cockroaches live in an apartment."

"This is not a problem," the snake-haired woman laughed, turning back. "All cockroaches can be poisoned, like these. Our vessel is dormant, but we have plenty of time to wait for its awakening."

"And when will he wake up? When will cancer whistle on the mountain?" the guy narrowed his eyes.

"You're always trying to spoil the atmosphere, Coldclaw," the Gorgona grimaced, banging her hand on the countertop. "I'm serious. We have only a miserable ten months left. If he wakes up earlier, then we will have extra months to prepare him for the next war. During these days, he will not only be able to surpass us, but also crush the number one Hero.

"Did you see his strength?!" another girl screamed furiously. "His Quirk is some kind of monster! He managed to crush Shigaraki last time and All For One!"

"And what's wrong with that Quirk that you left All For One just in case?" the leader tried to speak calmly. All three of them stared at her in disbelief. "Oh, you must be interested. Okay, I'll tell you," that sickening cold laugh was heard again. Gorkona began to pace the room. "You see, our "native" father left his Quirk just in case he dies. He has moved a small part of his power into the vacuum where his metarmaphosis is now taking place."

"Great, we still have to wait for this shit to finish its cycle," the chubby one growled.

"Patience, dear, he doesn't have long left. As soon as the vessel wakes up, we will transfer this force into it and then a new era will begin - the Era of Atritempiation. In this era, we will first punish everyone who has caused us a lot of pain and force Japan to submit to our feet, and then the whole world. If someone doesn't, they will die."

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The next day, the students woke up with good spirits from the past Combat Test. They saw a new Symbol of Peace in person and met their idol, who watched on TV as a child. At yesterday's training, everyone had time to admire their Heroic costumes and show their skills in fighting with their pair against villains or heroes. Everyone was happy after that. Hito, coming to the dorm, made a few sketches of the people of his class. He managed to write only about Kozumi, Samidare, Kosen, Komori and Naiki. Samidare's design consisted of a dark green suit with green grass-colored stripes, beige gloves with a belt, dark large glasses and three-toed boots. And Naika's costume has an ochre T-shirt with yellow-orange jeans and black sneakers

Today, a young class A is having lunch in the dining room, being next to other representatives of the classes, after a boring English lesson with a Real Mic.

"Yesterday's Combat Test was amazing," Satachi said, stuffing a chocolate chip cookie into her mouth and washing it down with black tea. "I can't believe we saw the real All Might and Lemillion."

"Of course," Tsuen nodded as she chewed the rice. "They are great Heroes. Even if the All Might has lost his form, but he remains our idol."

"This is compared to the fact that we were recently in English. I almost fell asleep there," Mahoro said discontentedly, taking a sip of ordinary water.

She's right. It was very boring in English. The Present Mick did nothing but shout with great enthusiasm. Hito could barely hold his head and keep his eyes open. He never had any problems in English, unlike Kosen. His friend at first, by and large, had problems with learning, since, if we take into account his past, his parents did not want to engage with him and devote their lives to colored paints at all. For the benefit of Hito, he helps him and Akayoru at the present time has good results, but he still needs to work hard.

"We'd better hurry, otherwise the Teacher will be unhappy with our lateness," Ikawa stood up, taking a tray with empty plates from under which he ate katsudon and some fruit salad, all this gradually washed down with green tea.

The three girls who were sitting together nodded and got up from their seats.

"Well, class, you had a good time yesterday," Aizawa said with a bored voice. "I have a few comments to one student." The class made a surprised noise from the rustling of turning torsos, looking for the same person. "Akayoru." The light brown shuddered. "Next time, don't act like a little six-year-old."

"Yes, I get it," he muttered grumpily.

Ikawa mentally agreed with one-eye.

"Let's get to the more important part. In each class of your school, you need a person who guides your students and is responsible. As you guessed, you need to choose a prefect."

"I want to be a prefect! I am!" Shimano jumped up.

"I can be responsible!" shouted Muju.

"Point this case at me," Kudamono's eyes flashed.

"How much more to listen to all sorts of nonsense..?" the adult thought desperately. Shota took a deep breath, trying to skip the shouty words to appoint someone as a prefect. "I propose to arrange a vote.’’ On your pieces of paper, you write the name of the person you are voting for, but you can also put yourself on the candidates."

"Wow, vote for yourself? Even we weren't allowed to do that at school!" in shock, Yoeki raised his mustache.

"While you're doing this, I'll lie down," the teacher took out a yellow sleeping bag from under the desktop and began to unbutton it.

"Are you serious now, Teacher?" ant-head also asked in shock.

"I can hear what others are doing. Don't even try to escape from lessons if you don't want sanctions," he yawned and climbed into the bag, zipped up and closed his eyes.

Others in a calm state stared at the sleeping Aizawa, maintaining a misunderstanding, but did not say anything. Taking out their leaflets, they began to write the names of whom to choose as a prefect, and someone wrote his name. Hito was thinking about what someone else's name to write on a blank white paper. He did not want to write his name at all and does not want to be a prefect at all. He thought it would be a good idea to choose Ari. At least this guy knows how to criticize, but remembering yesterday, he made a strong complaint to Kosen in the hostel so that he cleaned up after himself. Barely persuading him, the rest, as always, sent to bed and warned that he would check. Many people didn't like his behavior, but Hito knows that Yoeki is kind, but just too responsible. It's decided, he wrote his name and the others also ended.

"All of us!" Hasutaba was the first to report.

The pale-faced man woke up and, not though, left the bag. The students handed him the leaves and he ran through his left eye. In some places, he made a quiet chuckle, flipping through the leaflets in order. Finally, putting them aside, he began to scribble inscriptions on the blackboard with chalk. Many others leaned forward a little with interest, trying to see what was written there.

"Here, admire," Shota stepped aside.

Hito found himself and he had, to a moderate surprise, three voices, like Toshi sitting in front of him. Buzoku was silent. Ari and Hasutaba received the most four votes.

"Who the hell voted for ant-head?!" Kosen banged his fists. Samidare, Hihi, Jiju shuddered, except Ikawa. The long-haired man realized from their frightened faces that they had done it. "Hito! Did you vote for him?" he turned to the calm guy. More and more people were shaking because of him and did not look him in the eye. Hito turned to him without hesitation and, as always, out of habit, listened to his exaggerations.

"I honestly did it," the Fire-breathing shrugged."

"Why?!"

"Because no one will vote for someone who can't be more calm."

"Sit down, Akayoru!" ordered Shota. His aura spread to the entire class, causing them to be afraid of him too. "To some extent, Ikawa is right. It's better to keep your mouth shut and then scream as much as you want in your room."

"Tch," Kosen tsked.

The teacher sighed nervously. "Buzoku will be the deputy headman. Ari, Buzoku, come out to the board."

*"Finally quiet,"* Hito relaxed his shoulders. Yoeki and Buzoku got up from their desks and approached the blackboard. Tears of happiness were accumulating in the ant-head's eyes. Before the tear rolled down, the guy quickly brushed it away. Toshi remained emotionless.

"Thank you for voting for me," his smile trembled and in an instant his eyes could spill again. "I promise that I will not let down my status as a prefect!" He bowed deeply, still trembling.

"Me too," Buzoku raised his hand, drawing attention to himself.

Everyone was not against such a decision and supported two. The teacher then told them to take their seats to continue their classes.

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"Hey guys! I'll ask you to get together!" Ari waved his arms wide and jumped up. In the hallway of the dormitory in the evening, everyone paid attention to the excited behavior of the new headman. "Aizawa and one girl are coming to us now."

"Which girl?" She put down Tana's magazine.

"You didn't know? A girl lives with us in this dormitory, who studies under the supervision of the academy," now the guy was less energetic. "She's also studying with a Healing Girl."

"Really? Is a new girl going to study with us?" Yushita asked.

"Not really. She has been living here since childhood and has a separate room."

"That's how it is," the gray-pink-haired one drawled thoughtfully. "But I want to meet her!" she got to her feet impatiently.

Ikawa looked up from the window. The guy knew who Yoeki was talking about. The whole class will get to know Eri. For the ash-haired woman, this will be an exciting moment because of her shy nature and she will have an awkward situation when a lot of people will gather around her and she will be wary of trying to talk to someone. Although their supervisor will warn about it, but also a guardian who has known her for a very long time, like Hito. The main exit of the Alliance opened, launching some cool air with two people approaching. Everyone gathered with anticipation

"All of you are here," looked at each Shot. A short girl stood close behind him, quietly showing her face from his back. "You heard in advance from the headman that there is a girl living here." The teenagers nodded approvingly. Hito smiled at Eri without hesitation. Eri, seeing a familiar face, saw his smile and sent the same, relieving the pressure in her chest, but did not dare to leave. "Eri, come forward, everything is fine," the long-haired man turned his head, smiling.

Eri obeyed with a shy face.

"I'm Eri," she greeted softly. "Nice to meet everyone," and lowered her red eyes.

"Hi, Eri!"

"Glad to meet you too!"

"Don't put pressure on her," the palm with the stop sign suspended the hum. "Eri is a shy girl, she needs to get used to you for a while.

"I'm sorry!" Kozumi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Eri, if you don't mind, I'm Hasutaba Kozumi. Your horn is beautiful," she added a compliment.

Eri looked up at her and gave her a slight smile. The little girl allowed everyone to get to know her. She thought the guys looked nice and sociable, but she still had to get used to them. The previous classes were also good for her and she could talk to someone, though not so often. Here, the long-haired woman felt most relieved when she met Hito again and, it seems, she will be comfortable with him often.

"And, Ikawa," the man turned to the guy standing in front. Hito started up, taking his hands out of his pockets. "Since you and Eri have been friends for a long time, you can visit her, it will make her situation easier."

"Okay," the guy nodded.

Everyone looked in the direction of the classmate with incomprehension. Now I'll have to explain to everyone about the friendly connection between him and Eri.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Eri nodded. "Can others come to me?"

"If you want it," Shota gently ruffled her hair on her head, which made her cringe from tickling and couldn't help laughing

"It's cute how you treat her like daughters!" Hasutaba pressed her muscular arms to either side of her cheek. "I'm glad that such a close friend as Ikawa will be with her."

Ikawa's blush slightly covered his cheeks. He is also glad that he will be with Eri if she needs it. However, he didn't know which side her room was on. Although, he will be given a tour some day.

"In addition to Ikawa, Eri will be visited by several Pro Heroes who are also familiar with her after one incident."

Hokabe rounded his eyes and noticeably stretched out, showing that he was interested.

"What case?" Kozumi asked.

"You will know more, you will grow older," the teacher replied. "Now go to your rooms to do your homework. You're going to have a busy day tomorrow."

"Is there another test again?" She complained to Mahoro.

"It depends how you behave if you don't start..."

"We understand you, Aizawa-sensei!" Ari waved his hand. "Did you hear him? Everyone to their rooms!" turned to a large number.

"What a bore!" the light-brown one puffed out her cheeks. "See you again, Eri-kun!"

Eri waved goodbye to everyone and went with Aizawa to her room. They hurried into the elevator faster and faster, everyone pressed on their specific floor and the number of people decreased and decreased. Kudamono, Ikawa, Haisawa and Murasaki were the last to arrive on the second floor. The doors opened with a ringing

"I hope tomorrow Aizawa will not give any difficult task," Hayan said dreamily.

"You never know what to expect from him," Yanfu shrugged, but he also hoped for the best.

"Exactly... Okay, we'll find out tomorrow," the green-haired man with purple eyes disappeared into the room on the right side of the upper corner. Hokabe hurried through the door opposite him. Only the blonde and the black-haired one remained.

"And you really know Eri well," Yangfu said.

"Yes. At first, we didn't see each other that often, but now, it's completely different," Hito turned the handle of the lower right corner room.

"I see," chuckled the other with a heavy voice, heading towards himself, restraining his dislike. At this, it did not seem to Tom that Kudamono spoke to him with a certain hidden mystery: is it malice? Because of Hito's reserved nature, he couldn't tell. The main joke is that his such an appeal was addressed to him, and he treated the others with a less tense voice.

"Kudamono, are you okay?" Just in case, I asked with my eye closed.

"Yes, I'm just worried about tomorrow. Bye," he quickly disappeared before Hito could say anything else. Hito was looking at his door, trying to understand his behavior. He felt that blue-eyed was lying, why? The young man will leave this question until tomorrow and will try to talk to a classmate alone, if he does not mind.

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Kudamono managed to close the door in time. Exhaling with relief that he finally stopped having a dialogue with Ikawa, he quickly sat down at the table and took out notebooks with pens for completing tasks and relieving tension. Thoughts of the past and his fear continued to hover in his head when he saw the black-haired man. How he can't stand it: his Fiery Quirk, that sharp fiery orange look... His blood boiled cold at his slightest contact.

*"Don't stand in my way,"* the words of the six-year-old cold Hito flew out of his mouth.

*"Damn, I have to focus on the task,"* try to a child from a wealthy family squeezed his pen. *"After that, I'll play the violin. The teacher won't mind it?"* His violin was the best salvation for getting rid of stress and negativity. Listening to the synchronous and calm melody, the nerves of the young man quickly calmed down. *"There's no way I'm going to work with Ikawa even on a hero's mission."*