After school, Akira would often find himself at home, lounging around in his room with an air of casual nonchalance. His gaze would often linger on the mirror, his dark, intense eyes reflecting a sense of self-assured confidence that seemed to exude from within. His raven-black hair, with a hint of a stylish messiness, framed his sharp and chiseled features, giving him an effortlessly attractive allure, much like the enigmatic charm of a certain fiery hero. He would often flash a half-smile, a subtle but unmistakable expression of satisfaction with his own coolness, as if he was well aware of the intrigue he carried with him.
Akira was undoubtedly a striking figure, an embodiment of the classic allure that often made heads turn. His face was a masterpiece of handsome featues, sculpted to perfection by an artist's hand. His complexion was fair, with a slightly pale undertone, adding an air of mystique to his appearance. His sharp, onyx eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes, held a depth that seemed to pull you in, a gaze that was both intense and captivating.
His raven-black hair cascaded effortlessly, like a cascade of obsidian silk, falling in artful disarray, a touch of rebellious charm in every strand. It was as if his hair had been specifically designed to frame his face, accentuating the strong lines of his jaw and cheekbones. A shadow of a five o'clock stubble adorned his angular jaw, adding a hint of rugged masculinity to his otherwise refined look.
His lips were sculpted to perfection, neither too thin nor too full, with a natural hint of rosiness that seemed to highlight the playfulness hidden beneath his cool exterior. When he smiled, a rare occurrence but all the more dazzling when it happened, his lips curved in a way that was disarmingly charming, a secret treasure for those lucky enough to witness it.
A sense of self-assured confidence radiated from his every move, making even the simplest gestures seem intriguing. When he casually looked into the mirror, those captivating eyes would hold a hint of amusement, as if he was aware of the captivating presence he carried. His face, a symphony of attractive elements, was the epitome of that classic allure, a magnetic charm that was hard to resist.
" Hmm one thing is for sure I'll never get used to this face "
" It's better to keep my face concealed behind a mask, now is not the right time ' while smiling his thoughts put to a stop.
As he went about his daily routines, his thoughts would occasionally drift back to his recent battles, and a hint of amusement would play across his lips. The memory of his showdown against Todoroki, which some may have deemed mundane, was anything but that in Akira's eyes. He couldn't help but find the battle somewhat uninspiring, a testament to his own power, a fact that he smirked at, even if only to himself. He was a master of the art of battle, capable of so much more than the seemingly mundane challenges of his classmates.
His room, much like the secretive personality he projected, was filled with an intriguing mix of items that reflected his interests. The walls were adorned with posters of heroes, from the iconic All Might, a symbol of inspiration, to the formidable Endeavor and the enigmatic Hawks, showcasing his admiration for strength and heroism. But amongst the posters, one could also spot an array of shurikens, throwing stars that hinted at a skill set not usually associated with hero school. These weapons, shrouded in mystery, represented his diverse abilities and his readiness for any situation, an arsenal that he was ready to employ when the time was right.
The masks, hanging on the wall like relics of an ancient warrior's legacy, held a unique aura of mystique and power. Each mask bore a striking resemblance to the iconic visage of Obito Uchiha, a legendary figure in the annals of their world.
The first mask, a stark contrast of colors, displayed a swirling combination of crimson and black, much like the iconic mask that Obito donned when he assumed the identity of Tobi. Its single eye hole seemed to peer through the layers of history, a haunting reminder of the past. The mask's presence evoked memories of secrets hidden in the shadows, a symbol of a cunning mind and a master strategist.
Next to it, the second mask possessed a more somber hue, a balance of cool blues and deep blacks, reminiscent of Obito's transformation into the formidable warrior, who wielded the power of the Sharingan. Its design was a testament to the lineage of the Uchiha, a family with a legacy etched in the history of their world. The three tomoe symbol on the mask held an air of mystery, as if it was a key to unlocking ancient truths.
The third mask, with its pale shades of gray and hints of silver, represented the culmination of Obito's journey, the Rinnegan, a symbol of unimaginable power and control over the very fabric of reality. The intricate details of the mask seemed to capture the essence of Obito's final evolution, a harmonious blend of his past and present, an enigma that defied comprehension.
As they hung side by side, these masks were not just mere replicas; they held the essence of a complex character, a narrative of a life filled with twists and turns, choices and consequences. They whispered tales of sacrifice, redemption, and the blurred lines between light and darkness. Each mask was a piece of art, a connection to the legendary figure that left an indelible mark on the world, a reminder of the impact Obito Uchiha had on the course of history.
In this space, Akira found solace, surrounded by the remnants of his passions and pursuits. The contrast of his admiration for the heroes he held high and the quiet but distinct confidence he possessed created an aura that was as enigmatic as it was intriguing. And as he cooked his meals, the sizzle of the kitchen providing a soothing backdrop, he couldn't help but let his mind wander, contemplating the battles that awaited him and the untapped potential of his quirk, all while maintaining the facade of a lazy, carefree student, a mere speck in the grandeur of hero academia.
' What else should I do next ? Should I interfere with the USJ incident .... Hmmm
I don't want to make any change but I'll weed out the foot soldiers the league of villains brings in and I might as well see how I fare against the Nomu. '
He thought while facing up towards the wooden ceiling, his place had no AC or any modern gadget apart from A fridge and washing machine. Heck the only contact he had was Hawk's and some of the commission guys . For some reason he couldn't remember their names or faces.
' Leaving that aside , why did nobody ask for my contact info ? Well even if they ask for it I might just lie saying Ninjas don't have any use for them! Oh Hawks did tell me to buy a smart phone but well I like this old one reminds me of my grandma's so I guess I'm stuck with it.'
' I did refuse their offer when I told the commission I was fine with having no TV or AC ..'
A Few months back in the commission debriefing room ----
" So you're saying that you have no use of TV or AC , well aren't you a sweetheart !" remarked a woman who was probably the president .
Akira Uchiha smiling underneath his mask ,
" Yes ma'am as I've said before I'm fine with just a laptop and other things which I've specified in the list"
" Okay I'll accept all this except for your new home it's too far so I'll relocate it not too far not too far from here ."
[With Hawks] " So you're telling me you wanna live with me ... kid I'm not your real guardian... also I'm too young to be babysitting and I can give you a lot more reasons as to why but you're....
A tick mark forms on his face as he kicks our MC who's lying down on Hawk's couch while watching TV .
" Get out will you ? If you wanted to watch TV so bad , why did you refuse the commission's offer!!??
Akira scratching his bum ," Ow you really don't hold back do you, Hawks senpai ! As for your question I was just bored and whenever I come over , you make it a habit of relocating your place all for your Kouhai's sake ! Ohhhh I'm so touched by your love...."
Akira teasingly said while holding a hand on his heart. Akira's playful comment stirred a spark in Hawks' gaze, igniting a playful rivalry between them. Hawks, crouching down to eye level with his enigmatic "junior," looked directly at the distinct orange spiral mask that concealed Akira's identity. It was a symbol of mystery, a unique signature that Akira wore like a badge of honor.
Hawks stared at Akira with a half-amused, half-playfully exasperated expression. He couldn't help but acknowledge the undeniable truth in what Akira had just said. It was as if the universe itself conspired to add a touch of chaos whenever Akira was around, compelling Hawks to reevaluate his surroundings and occasionally find a new base of operations.
With a sigh that was more theatrical than genuinely frustrated, Hawks responded, "You know, it's like there's a magnetic field of trouble around you. Every time you show up, I start seeing 'For Rent' signs all over the place and by the time I know it your annoying ass is already there ." His tone was light-hearted, almost as if he was enjoying the unpredictable nature of their interactions.
Akira, taking the lighthearted teasing in stride, suddenly put on a mockingly dramatic expression, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. He widened his eyes in an exaggerated manner, his mouth forming an O-shape of mock astonishment. "Oh, Hawks! How could you? After all we've been through, I can't believe you'd relocate just to escape me! It's like... you've broken my hero-loving heart!"
He leaned dramatically against an invisible wall, feigning heartbreak as he continued with his theatrical performance. "I thought we were partners in crime, the dynamic duo of unpredictable shenanigans! And here I am, left to wander the streets in search of a new hero buddy to drive crazy." He dramatically wiped away an imaginary tear, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth.
The contrast between Hawks' cool demeanor and Akira's exaggerated acting was amusing. The passersby couldn't help but chuckle at the scene, and even Hawks found himself laughing at Akira's antics. Akira had a way of making even the most ordinary moments entertaining, and that was a gift Hawks couldn't deny.
Seeing the reaction he was getting, Akira dropped the act and straightened up, still grinning from ear to ear. "Alright, alright, you win this round, Hawks. But mark my words, one day you'll find yourself missing the excitement I bring to your life." He winked playfully, making it clear that their banter was all in good fun.
Hawks chuckled, shaking his head with a smile. "Oh, I have no doubt about that. The hero world would be a little less vibrant without you, Tobi." He used Akira's nickname with a warmth that spoke of their growing camaraderie.
As they continued their friendly exchange, it was evident that this quirky, one-of-a-kind relationship was something they both cherished. In a world of heroes and villains, where battles and challenges were the norm, the bond between them was a reminder that even heroes could have their moments of lightheartedness, their own unique ways of finding joy and connection amidst the chaos.
The truth was, Hawks found Akira's presence oddly refreshing. Among the sea of predictability that often accompanied the hero world, Akira's penchant for being different, for adding an unexpected twist to any situation, was a breath of fresh air. Sure, it might involve a few relocations, but it was a small price to pay for the excitement and intrigue that seemed to follow Akira wherever he went.
Hawks leaned back, propping himself up on his arms, and gave Akira a teasing grin. "But I guess that's what makes you interesting, huh? The hero world needs its wildcards, and you fit the bill perfectly." There was a genuine note of appreciation in his words, a recognition that Akira's unique personality and approach to things had a value of their own.
As they shared this banter, Hawks couldn't help but wonder what kind of hero Akira would become. He had the potential to be extraordinary, a force that could make waves in the hero industry, even if it meant Hawks had to adjust his living arrangements now and then.
Perhaps, in the end, it was all part of the adventure, a dynamic that made the hero world a little more exciting, a little less predictable. As they continued to exchange these playful remarks, Hawks couldn't deny the camaraderie that was forming between them, a bond that transcended the occasional need for relocations, a connection that hinted at more shared moments in the future, each one adding a new chapter to their unique hero stories.
As Hawks continued to gaze at the spiral mask, he couldn't ignore the sense of both admiration and amusement it brought. Akira's persona, with its mysterious aura and occasional bouts of comedic antics, was indeed a force to be reckoned with. He was the kind of wildcard that could turn any situation on its head, a quality Hawks couldn't help but appreciate.
FLASH BACK ENDS - - -
Hawks is a striking figure with a combination of rugged charm and undeniable charisma. He has a lean yet muscular build, indicative of his active lifestyle as a pro hero. His hair is a vibrant shade of cerulean blue, which gives him a unique and eye-catching appearance. He often ties his hair in a loose, messy ponytail that adds to his laid-back yet capable vibe.
His facial features are sharp and well-defined, with piercing golden-yellow eyes that seem to capture every detail in their gaze. There's an air of confidence about him, and he often sports a relaxed smirk, adding to his charismatic demeanor. Despite his easygoing nature, there's a sense of focus and determination lurking beneath the surface, a testament to his commitment to his duties as a hero.
Hawks' hero costume is both functional and stylish. It consists of a predominantly white outfit with red accents and feathery patterns that symbolize his avian abilities. His wings, which are his quirk, "Fierce Wings," are a defining feature. They're impressively large, capable of generating powerful gusts of wind and granting him the ability to fly at remarkable speeds. Hawks uses his wings for a wide range of maneuvers, making him a formidable force in the sky.
His quirk, "Fierce Wings," allows him to manipulate the feathers on his wings to control the direction and intensity of the wind. This gives him extraordinary agility and mobility, enabling him to navigate through urban environments with ease. Hawks can use his feathers for both offense and defense, creating sharp projectiles or protective barriers as needed. His quirk has made him an invaluable asset in rescue operations and combat situations, earning him a place among the top heroes in the industry.
Hawks soared gracefully through the city's evening sky, his wings cutting through the air with precision. He was a breathtaking sight to behold, his feathers glistening in the fading sunlight as he maintained a watchful eye on the bustling streets below.
Suddenly, a tickling sensation in his nose disrupted his vigilant flight, and Hawks couldn't hold back a powerful sneeze. "Ah-choo!" he let out, the force of the sneeze momentarily throwing him off balance. He quickly regained his composure, shaking his head as if trying to clear the last remnants of the sneeze.
Hawks tapped his earpiece, activating it. "Yes, I'm heading downtown," he responded, his voice calm and confident. "No need for reinforcements, I'll deal with the robbers." His words were delivered with a sense of authority, a testament to his reputation as a top pro hero who could handle the situation on his own.
Back at the agency, the voice on the other end acknowledged his assurance. "Understood, Hawks. Keep us updated."
Hawks grinned to himself, always ready to take on the challenges that came his way. He continued his flight, a protector of the city, ready to intervene wherever he was needed. The wind rushed past him as he descended, focused and determined to maintain peace and order in the bustling streets of the city.
Meanwhile, Akira had finished his dinner, the delicious aromas of the meal still lingering in the air. He diligently cleaned up, washing the dishes and wiping the counter. As he stood there, his mind drifted to the upcoming day at UA. It was always a mix of excitement and anticipation, wondering what new challenges, friendships, or surprises awaited him.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about what would unfold. With his unique perspective and abilities, Akira knew he could make a difference, but he also knew he had to be cautious. His Tobi persona, the mask he wore, was a part of him that he had to keep hidden for now. It was a delicate balance, but one he had managed so far.
Akira: (sighs) 'Man, this whole "Tobi" act is getting a bit out of hand. It's like I've got Sasuke's vibes stuck to me all the time. I need to stop being so edgy and start connecting with people around me. Maybe it's time to dial back on the whole impersonation thing and wait for the perfect moment to reveal my true self to the world.'
Inner Akira:' Yeah, seriously, all this edgelord stuff is getting old. I'll just keep it minimal and only bring out the big reveal when it's absolutely necessary.'
Akira: (nods) 'Exactly, I don't want to come off as a total loner forever. It's about time I put my real face out there, show them the real me, without the mask and the whole "Tobi" persona.'
Inner Akira: (smirks)' Who knows, they might be impressed by what they see under this mask. I mean, I do look pretty darn good. Just gotta wait for the perfect moment to shine, and maybe, just maybe, they'll see that.'
Akira: (grins)' Yeah, no more hiding behind the mask. When the right time comes, they'll see the real Akira Uchiha, not some Tobi wannabe. Until then, let's keep things interesting, but not over the top. Let's make it a showstopper when the moment arrives.'
Tomorrow would be another step in his journey, an opportunity to learn, grow, and maybe even reveal a little more of himself to those around him. As he finished with the dishes and turned off the lights, he couldn't help but smile, looking forward to the challenges and adventures that awaited him at UA.