Sebastian was getting himself into some major trouble and he wasn't even flinching. Was it because he was confident in himself, or did he really just hate life that much? Freja knew all about that feeling, she really hated existing, but to be so numb to the consequences of death? He didn't look or sound scared in the slightest and the knife maniac was pointing a weapon right at him. Meanwhile she was here on the sideline, freezing up and hesitating to act.

''What the hell are you doing Elias? This isn't some kind of game, if you stop moving you die!''

One of the gang members back home used to tell them that, didn't he? Freja snapped back to reality as Sebastian started... Walking away? But why, he was a hero student just like her, he was at orientation and everything. The old lady's voice cut right through Freja's heart. If anything was going to get her to act it was seeing the strong taking advantage of the weak. If only she had thought to bring her baseball bat.

When Sebastian was stabbed in the back she covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Her classmate was getting stabbed, to death?? Possibly??? What was going on today, she never asked for any of this. Just then, her body took over as she began looking around at the people gathered here, ''I'm very sorry!'' She muttered quickly as she snatched a cane from an old man. Wasn't exactly a bat, but her fighting style specialized in blunt weapons so...

If at all possible, Freja would try to use Sebastian's masterful distraction to her advantage, trying to sneak up behind the knife maniac, before swinging down on his head, trying to knock him out, ideally in one swing, but she was ready for a fight. ''What the hell are you doing?!'' She shouted out at Sebastian. ''Don't you dare die here you idiot!''

Sebastian Sinclaire

“I gotta say…” Guts said with a hand on his chin. “Your story makes sense and yet it makes no goddamn sense at all.” He held up a finger for every point he brought up. “You’re not a Shinjuku regular, and yet you walked far enough to get into Spider turf. You’re also a hero student, with no quirk, so of course you wouldn’t, but you’re saying you don’t remember how you got here?”

“Last I remember I was in Akihabara. I was just heading out to explore the city.” She shrugged.

“Well, in any case, you should get dressed and step outside with me.”

“Outside?” She glanced at the door. “Yeah, being cooped up in here won’t do you any good. Now eat your death ramen.” Freja closed her eyes as she finished the cup noodles. The taste wasn’t great, but she knew her body needed the fuel. “I’ll be waiting outside.”

No matter where she looked Freja couldn’t find her clothes. However, a set of clothes slightly too big for her had been put out for her at the foot of the bed. Guts’s no doubt judging by how they were slightly too big for her. With a bat over one shoulder she pushed the door open and to her surprise… Daylight! Or rather, an orange sky greeted her as the sun was about to set. “You ready? Leave the bat here.”

“But-“

“We’re not bad guys. Believe me.” He held a hand out to help her get down the step and onto the gravel road beneath. She hesitated, but she took his advice and left the bat behind, before taking his hand.

What awaited her out here?

“Spider territory.” He made a finger gun aimed at the roof without looking back at her. “Spider territory?”

“Yeah, you just waltzed on in and picked a fight with ‘em. You know the Spiders.?”

Freja shook her head, only realizing after a few seconds that he couldn’t see that since his back was turned. “No. No I would never go back to Shinjuku.” She shuddered. “Sure don’t sound like you’re from around here.” He turned to face her, leaning casually against the kitchenette counter. “So who are you exactly? I thought you had beef with the Spiders but…”

“Why should I tell you?” She scowled, still holding the bat firm.

“Still don’t trust me? You think I would have left your weapon with you if I had ulterior motives?” He pushed off the counter lightly and started walking towards her, kettle of boiled water in one hand. “Uh..” He was raising a good point. “Or what about your stuff.” He indicated towards her backpack with a nod. “Could have gone through that for answers, you seem like the type who carries ID.” He finished his cigarette and flicked it through the room in a small arc, letting it fall into an already full ash tray. “What you did today was dangerously close to upsetting the balance.”

He leaned in and picked up the instant ramen he had thrown at Freja earlier. The hero student was still frozen in place trying to recall what happened as he continued. “In short, you’re an idiot.” He bonked the bottom of the ramen cup on the top of her head. “Ow.”

“But being an idiot isn’t a crime or anything.” He opened the cup and poured hot water into it, sticking a couple of chopsticks in before handing it over to her. “Here, eat and talk, you’re not going anywhere in your state anyway.”

Fearing the worst she immediately curled into herself and sat up, only to let out a pained whine as her body cried out in pain. Peering under the covers she slipped a hand down to feel her arms, bandages? She was covered in them, like she had fallen and rolled down several flights of stairs. Even her face…

Judging by the size of the apartment she could still be in Tokyo. It was dingy, not that well-kept and dark, the windows looked like they had been boarded up for the zombie apocalypse. Holy crap if zombies were a thing now this was one hell of a introduction to the fall of civilization.

Oh. And look. There’s her bat right there by the bedside table. A fittingly generic zombie weapon for a positively generic survivor. So, Freja had woken up here, unknown place, covered in so many bruises you’d think she had slipped and fallen onto a Mike Tyson in his prime.

But who brought her here?

Just then, footsteps by the door. Without a second thought she reached for her bat.

This...

This was light? Light could do all this? Freja would have never guessed a power that sounded so limiting could actually be used in so many different ways. Sure, it wasn't like Miroru was hulking up or anything like that, but this was plenty super. If anything, it only highlighted how ingenious Miroru was, to think of all these different ways to use light. To even know about them in the first place, she must have done extensive research into it. It was admirable. Freja wanted to do something like that too, find a way to apply herself and use her situation to her advantage.

Did Miroru care that she was given a 'weak' light power? No, she found a way to make it strong.

''Hah..'' She couldn't help but crack a smile at the pun as she recovered from the throw. ''You better not take your opponent too 'lightly'!'' She was surprised when Miroru caught her bat mid-swing. ''Huh?! B-But...'' She didn't want to hurt Miroru. If it was one of her bullies, yeah, absolutely no mercy, but this was Miroru. ''Fine!'' She took a deep breath as she steeled her mind. She didn't want to hurt Miroru, but what if she wasn't facing Miroru? What if she was facing the guy that broke her heart?

Or the villain that killed her and her sister?

Miroru's practiced combat stance was intimidating to say the least, but Freja wasn't just some newbie either! That's it. Don't think of this like a sparring match, this is a street brawl. Miroru is a member of a rival gang who wants to teach you a lesson, but you aren't just going to stand around and take it. ''I'm not gonna let you!'' Oh but Freja was 100% gonna get her ass kicked, but not without a fight!

Spinning her bat around her without even so much as glancing down at what she was doing, Freja leapt forward, faster, stronger this time. She wasn't particularly fit, at least not that much more than your average person, but there was no denying her technique. This time she swung for Miroru's face, trying to bait her to guard or dodge her attack. Except what Freja was seeing wasn't Miroru's face, it was a stranger. A distant stranger, far removed from her new life in Japan, who she still hated with every fiber of her being.

Miroru

''Nice to meet you!'' She replied back, smiling nervously. Futaba seemed really kind already, what a relief. Freja just knew she was going to depend on her and the library a lot as the semester progressed. ''I see! Thank you.'' She turned to see Rin, both happy and not at all surprised to see one of her roomies was attending this thing too. Library orientation like this definitely felt like an introvert thing.

''A-Admittedly not that many, but I'm looking to change that.'' She admitted. Head empty? Freja was guilty as charged, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of her predicament. Aware of how she needed to improve. ''Books about flowers and fantasy novels mostly, but none of that is really helping me in the hero course.'' If only she had a plant-based quirk or something like that. Freja would be able to study up on exactly how to use it.

Actually...

Taking a deep breath, Freja did exactly what she had done at the orientation. Outed herself. It's not like there was a lot of people around this time or anything. Rin, Futaba, she could trust both of them to not laugh at her. Hesitantly, she raised her hand. ''Tamashiro-sensei? Do you have any reading material you would suggest to someone who is quirkless?''

Futaba Tamashiro
Rin

Something struck Freja as she was visualizing the path she had to take in her mind. Sneak the long way around and get into position. Zenkai hadn't mentioned anything but having a quirk. They had asked about Freja's and she had posed the same question back to them, but they only replied with their interests. Surely if her patrolling buddy had a quirk, wouldn't just blasting the guy with their quirk be the best, most efficient path forward? Why did Zenkai say they could be the distraction, they were way more built than Freja too...

Was it just a way to include her? Taking pity on the quirkless girl? She hoped it wasn't, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it might be. Not like any of that mattered now, she could question them all she wanted after they had deescalated this situation without any casualties. Now she just needed to-

''Oi.''

She looked down at their hand on her shoulder, then back up at Zenkai. ''What?'' Badass with a baseball bat? Had Zenkai seen how much of a mess she was?? Maybe their definition of badass was just that different. ''Uh-'' She really wasn't expecting that. Not from a presumably quirked peer and especially not after confessing to being quirkless. ''Thanks? Um.. You too!'' The last part was a bit of a whisper yell, as she was overly careful to not draw attention to the both of them before their big moment. Now she had even more thoughts on her mind. Who was Zenkai really? What a mysterious character.

When Zenkai moved in it finally clicked. They were the distraction because of how they looked. Zenkai was tall, hard to miss, fit and she bet they could be intimidating if they wanted to. By comparison, Freja was perfect for her role too. She would blend in with the crowd exactly because she looked so ordinary. No quirk that affected her physical features, just a tall woman with a resting expression that would make you think she was on the brink of breaking from her long days at the office.

Keeping her bat low against her leg she walked in closer. Thankfully this type of situation she actually had some experience with. Well, not this exact setup, but there was a reason she was so skilled with a bat and it wasn't because she trained in her backyard. Trying to join that gang back home, hanging out with the guys and getting into fights, maybe it had all been good for something. As she got into position Freja suddenly remembered one of the young gang leaders. Her old crush. The man that broke her heart. As she raised her bat, it was as if he was standing right before her, his arm turned into a katana, facing Zenkai, threatening an old lady. With a bitter hatred in her heart, pulsing all the way into the glare in her eyes, Freja took a swing at the villain, putting a lot more force into the blow than she had initially planned.

Zenkai Hatake