[Elijah]

Well. He's done it. He passed the entrance exam and was accepted into UAU.

Many people cried as their names appeared above the threshold that made the difference between enrolment and denial. Congratulations were thrown around, promises of large dinners to celebrate a job well done were made, cheers were heard across the makeshift arena the applicants had to compete against each other in.

Elijah was a lot more muted with his enthusiasm. His efforts just barely prevented him from being barred from the university due to his refusal to use his Quirk. It was a handicap he placed on himself of his own volition but it put him at a disadvantage nonetheless. Everyone else used theirs. Those who passed practically excelled at it. He was just tired. There probably would be some inkling of pride in surpassing people as a pretend Quirkless amidst the-

Nah, all he felt was exhaustion.

Which persisted as the new freshman made his way to his dorm, the bass hanging on his back and the carry-on he pulled along weighing much heavier than they usually would. It'll be fine he thought. Only a few more minutes of walking and he could just collapse on his bed. Maybe he'll be lucky and this Kurokami Gen person he's rooming with wasn't around so he didn't have to do the whole "socializing" thing. Here's hoping.

Upon reaching the right room, Elijah let go of his bag to open the door.

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Nothing could prepare Elijah for what was waiting for him on the other side of that door. Not the tragic accident that left him orphaned, not the years of propaganda about the greatness of Heroes, not the countless speeches about how tough and serious college was, and definitely not the entrance exam. The sight was enough to shatter any lofty expectations he could’ve ever built up about U.A. as an instition, as well as those who attended it.[break][break]

What stood before the newest member of the Heroics Department was a landfill that just so happened to be surrounded by a dorm room. A carpet of cans and all sorts of crap rolled out of the room to welcome him as some of the trash began to flow out of the room. It was like someone had just upended the contents of a garbage truck onto the room. I mean, it was nasty, dude. [break][break]

Just from standing outside the door, Elijah could see countless candy wrappers strewn about the room, from the tinfoil used to cover chocolate bars, to empty bags of chips and crumbs everywhere. In the back, he could see a mountain of dishes, looking over this wasteland. Which was strange, considering that the place had a shared kitchen with a dishwasher equipped. Whoever his roommate was had to get all of these plates into this room, and then refuse to send them back at any point. Impressively unkempt was definitely a word to describe this.[break][break]

Off to the side, he could spot a sea of dirty laundry pushed to one half of the room. As if that weren’t enough, he could spot random socks left on every piece of furniture. Some hung on the edges of the bed frames, whilst others were just lying atop both bedside tables, and… wait, was there one on the ceiling fan? What the fuck? How did that even get there, what?[break][break]

Before anyone could ever hope to piece this mess together, Elijah would be greeted by the man behind all of this. “You’re the new guy, right? Eli… something.” The voice came from one of the beds, where a young man around Elijah’s age was currently flipping through this week’s edition of Weekly Shonen Jump. “Make yourself at home… if you can.” Should the Canadian turn towards the other side of the room, he’d find that the spare bed had been recently turned into an impromptu dinner table. With a half-finished plate of pizza, an empty bag of cookies and countless crumbs littered atop it.[break][break]

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Attempting to understand just what the hell happened in this room was right. Elijah's eyes were on the floor as debris pooled around his feet before they wandered the space itself. Not a single spot was ignored. Everything has at least one piece of something that didn't belong. The mess was almost impressive. He didn't think one person was capable of producing the amount of trash the place was filled with.

Said person was addressing him now from his own bed, which was the only thing spotless in the room. Brown eyes would land on him in turn. "Hawthorne. You must be Kurokami." Who else would have the ability to ignore the state of his surroundings other than the one responsible after all.

With those words exchanged, Elijah's bag carved a path as he walked in, cans clattering out of the way as the freshman walked to the foot of his bed. He pushed more wrappers out to make space before parking his carry-on and his bass case on the floor. A sigh escaped him as he looked at the sorry state of his bed. Guess he'll have to stay awake for a bit longer to clean.

The mess did clue him in on something though. If this guy didn't care about the things littered around, it meant it was all garbage. Elijah had a quick way of disposing of it.

Starting with the pile of clothing that commanded one half of the room.

Procuring something from one of the pockets on his bag, Elijah left the sophomore to his reading, only to come back to the room with a fire extinguisher in hand. He walked to the mountain of laundry and placed the device at his feet before revealing the item he took earlier.

It was a matchbox. He picked a match, scratched it against the side of the box, and flicked the lit stick on to the pile. There was no burst of flames as he didn't make any effort to add starters to it, but the match did catch on to one of the shirts in the mound.

Now all he needed to do was wait until the trash was reduced to ashes.

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That’s weird. By now, most people would be giving him an earful. At the very least, he expected him to mouth off some curses his way. A quick “what the fuck” here, a good ol’ “go fuck yourself” there, and maybe a nice little “fuck you, man” for good measure. “Yup, that’s me. Looks like we’ll be rooming for the next year or so.” Instead, all Gen got for his hard work, or lack thereof, was nothing. Just a relatively formal greeting and the new guy went right to cleaning. "Better get used to it."[break][break]

What was his deal? He clearly wasn’t happy with it. After going through the entrance exam and lugging a bass around, it was impossible for anyone to be happy at the prospect of having to clean a room thanks to some lazy asshole. No one could be happy living like this. Maybe he’s one of those cucks who’s too afraid of conflict to stand up for himself. In that case, this was going to be a fun couple of weeks for Ge-[break][break]

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As the flames grew, Elijah wondered why he didn't feel anything. Surely they were supposed to give him flashbacks of some kind, to a time when he was young and lost everything he knew. His house, burnt to dust. His family, cremated in their own home. Himself, no longer a whole person, metal fingers clinking together as a reminder of the fact. But instead he just felt indifferent to the display. He could even hear the sophomore clearly, even if his own response was just a nod of understanding towards the rooming situation he's in.

He scratched his brow with his real hand. Maybe it was a good thing he was numb to the whole thing. The last thing civilians wanted was to see their saviour panic alongside them due to unforeseen trauma.

Elijah stepped away from the burning pile, parking the extinguisher farther from it before he began to pick up the trash around him. Wrappers, wayward socks, other bits and pieces he deemed flammable were all added to the fire. He even scooped up his bed covers and threw the whole thing in, letting the flames consume the pizza and cookie crumbs left behind.

The smoke was stinging his eyes a bit, and it seemed his roommate was similarly inconvenienced. "I'm cleaning. Here." Elijah opened the window. That'll help with the smell.

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Oh, he was just cleaning. That made sense. “Gotcha…” With the mountain of a mess he left for him, it made sense for Gen to pick up a few odd things here or there. He had to expect the strong smell of cleaning products to take over the air, followed by the slightly subtler sounds of his would-be roommate cursing under his breath. Heavy doses of spite and chloride were the only things that could ever hope to get through the miniature landfill that was his room. There were just a couple of problems with those assumptions. One, he didn’t hear so much as a whisper from his roomie, and two, that didn’t smell like no fucking cleaning product he’d ever heard of.[break][break]

Even Elijah’s surprising courtesy of opening the window couldn’t conceal that smell. The scent of charred plastic, fabric and food, mixed into one. “No seriously-” For a moment, he turned his eyes away from the magazine to look at his new janitor, but a moment was all he needed. His entire body froze the moment he caught the bright light rising from under his carpet of crap. “What the fuck is going on?!?” His eyes widened as he tossed the magazine to the furthest possible corner in the room. “The fuck did you just do?” Standing up from the bed, he would only need a few steps to reach the culprit of his heinous crime.[break][break]

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With the smoke escaping the room, Elijah went back to cleaning, this time grouping the cans laying around into one pile. He couldn't burn them like the clothes; he'd have to find a garbage bag to carry them all into recycling. It was better for the environment anyway. Those bags would be in the kitchen right? He'll check once he's finished clearing up the fire.

Speaking of, said fire wasn't eating through the fabrics as fast as he liked. He still had things to do after all. Like sleep. So he walked back to the burning heap and was digging into his pocket for his matchbox when there was an exclamation from the other student, who seemingly wasn't satisfied with just an open window.

Elijah turned to the sophomore and tilted his head to the side when he heard Gen's question, perplexed that he'd want him to repeat what he was doing. Was he hard of hearing? That wouldn't make sense when he was talking. "It's. As. I. Said." Elijah enunciated each word anyway as he lit another match. "I'm. Cleaning."

He flicked it towards the pile.

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Even Gen could not stop that second match from being thrown. He could only reach out at empty air as the fire rose. What was this guy’s problem? He was used to Hero Students being stupid, but was this what they were like overseas? A shudder shook his body to its core, one Elijah couldn’t see. Still, though… Maybe he could have some fun here. Torturing newbies was one of the best parts of any year, especially when starting out.
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To any onlookers, the boy’s body froze as he watched his dirty and disgusting laundry being put to the torch. Flames danced in front of him as he stood there, head hung low. The recently-transferred student could hear some sniffling mounting inside his new roommate. The young man brought both hands up to his face. The only things missing were a monochrome filter and a sad violin. His shoulders shuddered, but not before his mouth barely spat out the words. “H-H-How could you–sniff sniff–do something so, so…” Tears could be heard, but not seen. A clean and immaculate face stared back at the newcomer, adorned with a grin too evil not to punch, and a voice too snide not to hate. “Stupid!”
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Even Gen had to give it to him, that move took some balls, not a lot of brains, though. “So, what’s your next move, Eli-chan?” Dropping the melodrama, the least Heroic man on campus simply shrugged his shoulders. His eyes oozed smugness as he looked his counterpart dead in the face. Waiting for the next step in his master plan. “'Cause I dunno’ how they do things where you're from, but over here, that’s called arson and that’s uh… what’s the word for it? It’s right in the tip of my tongue…” Snap. Snap. Snap. His fingers echoed out with each gesture, until finally, after what felt like a year, his eyes lit up with some new found inspiration. “Oh yeah, a crime!”[break][break]

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Oh boy, here we go.

Elijah pursed his lips at the sad display. He wasn't good with criers. The freshman wasn't a comforting person, more used to speaking his observations and facts rather than words of sympathy. It was especially difficult when he couldn't sympathize with losing one's trash. Or maybe it wasn't trash to him. Was that why Gen kept everything? Still though, it was a safety hazard that had to be rectified.

Though it looked like the comforting words weren't necessary after all, as the sophomore recovered all too quickly for his distraught to have been real.

The new student raised a brow. "Nice act. It was believable." Talent like that didn't fit the hero business in his opinion. The guy would've been better off as an actor. Rolling his eyes at the nickname he was stuck with, he faced the fire. "Excessive hoarding of garbage is also illegal. Rather than complain about it however, I devised a solution."

Elijah picked up the extinguisher and pointed it at the blaze before squeezing the trigger. A few seconds and sprays was all it took for the fire to be reduced to mere embers and reveal the burnt pile underneath. While he wished said pile was shrunk further, he couldn't risk the ceiling catching the flames as well. Then they would've had a real problem.

But all was well. Lowering the canister, he turned his head to his future roommate, his face carrying a smugness of its own with how unaffected he was by the events. "You're welcome."

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When he heard about getting a new roomie, Gen fully expected to have another one of those dumbass marks to walk through the door. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Since entering his life, all the man had done was prove him wrong… and also burn his property. Were it not for the circumstances, apparent and otherwise, he could’ve respected him for it. Unfortunately for Elijah, there were bigger things at stake here than just a pile of smelly clothes.[break][break]

It seemed like fate wanted to give the devil a dose of his medicine, for a change. First, his little prank got turned around on him, and now, someone was trying to beat him in smugness. Now that was something that just wouldn’t fly, especially on day one. If Elijah thought he could one-up him on shittyness, then he was sorely mistaken.[break][break]

Gen’s grin did not leave his face, even as his roommate taunted him with one of his own. Instead, all the little bastard did was point back to the burnt pile of smoking, smelly garbage. “You missed a spot.” In reality, he hadn’t, but Elijah was about to learn a very important fact. When it came to the alleged wielder of All for One, reality was whatever he wanted it to be. [break][break]

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“Uh oh!” The pile was set alight once more, as a purple blaze came alive, before changing back to the same orange hue Elijah had been staring at just a few moments ago. Gen’s cocky brown eyes shifted down towards his nails, as his thumb began to clean the dirt from under them. “I’d say you got about”—a small pause faked the calculations that weren’t happening in his head—”thirty seconds? Yeah, thirty seconds before the sprinklers come on and they kick your ass back to New York, or wherever the fuck you came from.” Elijah could feel the heat coming out of the fire as it began to consume more and more, threatening to start climbing up the walls, and worst of all, the stench was only about to get worse. “Well, by now, it's more like twenty-five.”[break][break]

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This guy seemed fond of getting a rise out of people. Elijah's seen it before. The sneers. The accusations. The name-calling. It's just a shame that he was trying to anger someone who was used to shouldering the blame in everything he did. Instead of regretting his decisions, he simply accepted whatever consequence that came from them. Which included said taunting.

The burst of flames made his eyes widen slightly though. It was impossible. Unexpected. The freshman stepped back and pointed his extinguisher at it before firing again, but this time the embers showed no signs of dying down despite the pressurized air blown against it. His first thought went to Gen as the one responsible but that couldn't be. He didn't seem the type to risk getting kicked out to prove a point.

No, someone's infiltrated the campus and was on the attack.

He sighed through his nose before covering it with his shirt in an attempt to mask the smell. By the way his coughs sounded, it wasn't working. "There's bigger things to worry about than water and expulsion." And given that Gen made no move to do... anything really, it was up to him to get them both out of this situation. He dropped his useless extinguisher on the ground.

And with the suddenness of a viper striking its prey, Elijah reached out to grab the sophomore by his shirt and hauled him towards the door, his prosthetic not letting up in its grip on the other hero student.

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Elijah’s instinct was more accurate than he could’ve imagined. An evil force had in fact, infiltrated this school. Someone who wanted nothing more than to kill the dreams of these wholesome Hero Hopefuls. Someone who you could barely call a human. Unfortunately for the transfer student, he was standing right next him.[break][break]

Gen couldn’t help but chuckle at his roommate’s attempt “Wo-oah!” Gen’s body offered no resistance to his roommate trying his hand at saving him, but his mouth offered plenty of commentary. “So what’s your plan here, ignore the fire until it goes away? Is that how you Americans handle the problems you can’t burn?”[break][break]

Despite his roommate struggling to hell and back with the smoke, Gen seemed completely immune to any adverse effects to his breathing. It certainly wasn’t impacting his ability to yap away. “Ooh! Is that a cool cyberpunk prosthetic? How did you get that through customs?” Other questions would’ve normally followed, like ‘how did you lose your original arm?’, ‘how did you pay for this metal one?’, and ‘where can I chop off my arm to get one of those?’, but Elijah just decided to throw a curveball his way. See, according him some other hypothetically evil third-party was behind the second fire. [break][break]

Sadly for the new kid, his sincere concern for his peer's safety would not be mirrored by the latter. As the mastermind behind this whole debacle, Gen ran with his roomie's odd conspiracy. Partly because it had a real shot at putting Hawthorne in trouble, but mostly because it sounded hilarious. “Like what? Maybe its just me, but making sure my room doesn’t go up in flames sounds like a pretty big concern. But by all means, enlighten me, what should we be fearing here?”[break][break]

“By the by, 20 seconds until the fire alarm goes off, so you should probably take care of that at some point.”[break][break]

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Despite the grating edge Gen's voice had, Elijah answered the student's questions with nonchalance as he dragged him into the hall, his eyes searching along the walls. "Unfortunately, I'm Quebecois. And customs was not allowed to ask me to remove my prosthetic." Something, something, had to respect the amputees. At least that was what his father told him when he asked why he was told not to take off his arm. A logical mind such as his pinned it as an obvious place to hide contraband. But he was let through with it on.

He didn't have anything illegal back then, but it was one of those scenarios of what if he did?

"It is not your room, it is the university's. You stay there so long as you are enrolled." His eyes were still scanning for something. "The hydrant wasn't sufficient in putting out the fire, meaning it wasn't natural. Someone else created it. So frankly-" A familiar shade of red entered his vision.

His free hand reached for the fire alarm. "20 seconds isn't fast enough."

He pulled.

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Elijah’s little addendum about his true place of origin did little to improve Gen’s opinion of him. If anything, it was one of the few answers that would’ve been worse than just rolling with his prejudiced assumption. He didn’t have much time to make up for it, as the lad was eager to answer every one of Gen’s questions without fail. It didn’t help that he was being so cool about it. Most offensive of all was his correction about whose room it really was. [break][break]

Still bound to his new flatmate, Gen could do nothing but taunt and torment the kid. If he kept this up, maybe he could get him to quit before the day was over. “Maybe it means you just suck at putting out-” Unfortunately, the scumbag had no time to finish his latest barb. Not because of being pulled away, but because he’d realized too late just what this idiot was trying. “Wait, sto-” His hand reached out, accompanied by an urgency in his voice that not even he could fake, but it was too little, too late. Before he even finished speaking, the fire alarm had been pulled.[break][break]

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His hand, held out to the empty air between him and the alarm, swiftly moved towards his palm. The ringing of the alarm only got more obnoxious as Gen tried to pinpoint just when he had lost control of this whole thing. After a whole year of poking and prodding and their psyches, the hateful Hero thought he had figured out his peers. What he needed to say and do to pull at their strings. He believed himself equal parts expert in handling and wrangling them, but this… this was new. To think someone would be this… level-headed. [break][break]

Usually, your average U.A.U. Student would try about five other methods to try and fix the situations, oftentimes making it worse in the process. After spending so long with these wannabe martyrs, Elijah’s reaction, well within the bounds of common sense, might as well have been alien to Gen. Speaking of people trying to solve situations they’re wholly unqualified for, the teachers wouldn’t be the only ones notified of this emergency.[break][break]

All around them, students were all but kicking down their doors, racing to see who would be the first to steal the spotlight. It was a song and dance Gen had become sick of hearing. Anytime something happens around these parts. you’re bound to get a few dozen Hero Hopefuls trying to save the day. There was nothing you could do to stop it. It was just the kind of place this was, still, as always, the devil had found a way to ruin such a pure-hearted trend.[break][break]

About five or so students rushed out towards the pair, but they would never arrive at the scene of the crime. The moment they were close enough to see the culprit, their real commitment was laid bare for all to see. Their eyes widened as their feet hit the breaks. Once they knew Gen was involved, suddenly, all platitudes and Plus Ultras weren’t so important anymore. [break][break]

It didn’t matter what the emergency was, who was to blame, or what they could do to help. It just wasn’t worth it. Not with him involved. Best to let the teachers handle it, if they could. With a dejected look on their face, they silently evacuated the building, no different than anyone outside these walls. Whatever bright ideals had once made them special now rendered obsolete.[break][break]

The sight would’ve been enough to bring a genuine smile to his face. Seeing those Heroes showing their true faces only helped validate his less-than-charitable view of the world. He couldn’t really savor the moment, though, because this all meant he was going to have to deal with the faculty now. What a pain in the ass. Letting out a deep sigh, he would attempt to shake himself off of Elijah’s grip. The game was up. Now, they had a real problem on their hands. “Oh, now that's just fuckin’ great, man.” Dejectedly, his back leaned against the wall. “Now I gotta’ waste my whole afternoon fixing this bullshit.”[break][break]

Ten minutes passed by. Ten long minutes of Gen standing just a few feet away from his room’s door, arms crossed, and eyes beaming with annoyance. All the while, the alarm kept blaring in the background, assaulting his ears with every passing second. It was so loud, one could barely hear the ruckus of students evacuating every floor of the dorm. Every once in a while, a group passed by, their curiosity dragging them towards the scene, before their better judgment pushed them out of it.[break][break]

“Good thing you didn’t unpack your bags, ‘cause the way this is looking, you’re heading straight back to the airport, ‘pal.” By now, the flames were long gone, leaving no evidence of this supposed third-party’s involvement. And of course, he wasn’t going to miss such a golden opportunity to gaslight the everloving shit out of his roomie. “Great call tripping the alarm after you failed to put out the fire you started. Just brilliant.” What was even his problem, was this the result of those tragic backstories that were shockingly common around these parts? Oh my god, did they saddle him with one of those Bruce Wayne-types? It would explain both the paranoia and the outrageously expensive arm he was carrying around.[break][break]

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[Elijah]

As the alarm rang over the duo's heads, Elijah sighed. His role in this fiasco was finished. He did what he could, nothing more, nothing less. Unlike the usual irrational student who would continuously work on a problem to no avail, the freshman knew his limitations. His Quirk wasn't useful in the situation, so naturally, it was up to someone more fit to deal with the strange fire.

And here they come. Irrational student or someone more fit, Elijah couldn't tell, but a whole group of them made their way down the hall in hopes of putting out the flames themselves. Maybe one of them could generate water that was different from regular water? Hell if he knew.

What struck him as odd however was that all of them stopped in their tracks, stared at the guy he was still holding the shirt of and turned around with metaphorical tails between their legs. Elijah couldn't help but comment at the strange turn of events while he stared at Gen as well. "They walked away when they saw you." He squinted. Just what kind of reputation did this guy have?

In any case he didn't seem to want to follow evacuation protocol with the way he pulled away from Elijah's grip. With a huff, he let him do so. "What's there to fix? It's a fire. Unless you have a way to extinguish it?" He doubted it. Gen didn't even do anything while his clothes were burning in front of him.

Finding they couldn't do much else other than wait, Elijah tucked his hands in his pockets and looked to the ceiling, doing his best to tune out the noise of the alarm. He tilted his head at the other student's further accusations. He never runs out of things to say, the freshman will give him that. "I started the first fire, not the second. The second one was unnatural." Hadn't he said that already? Maybe the guy really was hard of hearing.

As the sophomore spoke, Elijah stared at one of the sprinklers with a furrowed brow. "The sprinklers never triggered by the way."

So much for thirty seconds.

Kurokami Gen