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The day was going well until it wasn't.
A sudden flash of light surrounded, class 1-A, aka the hell class, along with Eraserhead, Present Mic, Midnight, All Might, and other staff members, transporting them to a room with random seating arrangements.
The main point was the expansive screen mounted on the front wall, that can be seen from every corner of the room.
Now if it were any other reaction fic, the people who were brought here so suddenly, would be panicking. But just as in any other fic, if there could be a room where it wouldn't matter how much time the characters spend time in it. Why couldn't there be a room that automatically sends message to character's brain, explaining why they were there in the first place?
So, I made said prior mentioned room.
You're welcome.
Now this scene can be used as way to introduce original characters.
But I don't have any...
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so...
As everyone was sitting down with their own groups, rushing past each to gather the seats to sit relatively close together, the screen lit up.
"Oooh, what is that?" Mina leans a little further in her seat to look at the screen,
"It looks like something is written on the screen but it's blurred *kero*." Tsuyu turns head sideways towards Izuku, as he nods in reply.
"Probably a title or something." Izuku wonders curling his hand under his chin, stare intensely at the screen, as if the word are gonna get more clear if he stares at them hard enough.
Just as everyone is settling down a tall figure appears in the back corner of the room.
Nedzu notices the figure out of the corner of his eye, as he keeps an eye out for anything suspicious going on, because he can't let his students and staff get into any more dangerous situations.
'The room may seem safe, but we can't take any chances. Even though our quirks are not working as the room said, but I'm not noticing any difference in my abilities. It's not exactly hiding the person either. If anyone were to turn, they could see the figure.' Nedzu try to be as subtle as possible to not draw attention to the person-or the fact that he knows they are there-. 'Hopefully, that person has nothing to do with what we are doing here.'
But it's too late; as he feels an amused gaze on him -that shouldn't even be possible- .
The figure turns to find a place to get comfortable as this seems it's gonna go on for a while.
Aizawa stands up abruptly and claps his hands once for attention, and everyone looks at him. "Now, I'm going to repeat the message that I got, pay attention," he says firmly, looking all of them over. Some of them roll their eyes for being treated like children, namely the staff members. (cough Vald King cough).
Aizawa closes his eyes for a long enough time, that some starts to wonder if he's sleeping while standing,-the sooner this ends the better. Right?-but continues on regardless, "We are here to Reacting to different timelines/alternative universes. That is surrounding mostly Izuku Midoriya in one way or another."
At that, everyone turns to glance at Izuku. The green bean shifts uncomfortably under their gazes trying to look anywhere but their eyes.
Shoto and Tenya shares an understanding look with Katsuki, before doing their best to reassure their powerhouse of a classmate, by placing their hands on his shoulders and holding them tight enough to convey their support, Katsuki presses his back into Izuku’s legs, releases some of the tension in the air, as he doesn't feel as alone as he used to.
Izuku feels grateful for his friends being there. Even though he's still feels the pressure of being in the spotlight. So, he gathers courage to show a some what genuine but still sheepish smile and shrugs.
Almost everyone reciprocates the smile with there own expressions of warmth and fondness. And Izuku's three companions exhale softly as they watch him, relieved.
'Of course, it's problem child', it sounds way more fond then Aizawa thought it should, even in his own mind. With a soft smile on his face as he stares at his class, and at the thought of how far they have all come from the beginning of the year.
A certain someone at the back seem to smile at the scene before him as he sweeps his gaze at everyone in the room.
Aizawa claps once again, his clap paired with his expression sounds like -come on people back to the topic-, and brings everyone's attention back to himself. "We won't be able to use our quirks while we're here,-". He watchs as a few people, try to use their quirk then check, if Aizawa is watching them specifically, and then try again to see if their quirks still don't work.
Aizawa tries not to roll his eyes. "the time here wouldn't effect our time outside of this room, we wouldn't get hungry but if we need anything, think about it hard enough and we will get it-" Aizawa closes his eyes and suddenly there's coffee in his hand, "like this-", he looks at the perfect temperature cup of coffee like it's his life line and his will to survive -which it probably is- then chugs the whole coffee in one go -and throws the cup decidedly towards vlad which disappears right before it was about to hit him- and there's a pillow in his other hand, "and this."
Midnight and Persent Mic shakes their head exasperatedly, and Nedzu stare at him amused,-fully use to him keeping everyone one there toes at this point in time-, getting their own beverages while they are it, and rest just stare at him mildly surprised.
And a certain someone glares at the black-haired fellow coworker.
'What do you mean I shouldn't be upset, Snipe? He almost hit me, and the 'almost' is only because the cup disappeared at the last second. At least let me glare at him'.
'You mean brood at him,' a voice that suspiciously sounds like Ectoplasm whispers in cementoss's side, snickering.
"Anyway-", suddenly serious again as if he didn't hear any sort of whispering from his coworkers, "If I missed something or if you heard something else, now is your time to-" 'SHINE!!' comes Aoyama's voice, even though he was trying to whisper. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, but continued on as if he heard nothing, but his voice was still tight nonetheless,"speak up."
Nobody says anything as he gazes at them all one last time, before he sat down again with the pillow against his stomach and a new coffee in his hand. 'I can go through anything if i have this kind of coffee forever.' Class 1-A's teacher thinks a little too fanatically.
Everyone else turned towards the screen.
Excitement clearly shown on there faces, as they chatter among themselves, ready for the show to begin, already.
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