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Quirks.
In today's world, quirks aren't just abilities like they once were.. they've become an integral part of society.
From the moment a child discovers their quirk, their life is often, if not always, shaped by it.
It's like we've come to define people by the quirks they possess, and whether it's in a school, a business, or a hero agency, everything revolves around it.
Heroes are celebrated for their quirks, while villains use theirs to strike fear and chaos. Quirks have opened up entire industries—there are now companies that specialize in enhancing or controlling quirks, and there are even schools, such as U.A. dedicated to training the next generation of heroes.
People are judged based on what their quirks can do. It's no longer just about who you are as an individual; it's about what you can bring to the table with your powers.
It's hard to imagine a time before quirks. Society's infrastructure is built around them—police have officers trained to deal with quirk-related crimes, rescue teams use quirks to save lives, and almost every profession requires someone with a specialized quirk. It's almost as if quirks have defined our future, and there's no going back.
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A busy bank in Musutafu, Japan.
The air hums with quiet conversations and the soft beeping of machines. The line moves steadily as customers go about their business. A security guard with a massive muscular build leans against the wall, arms crossed, keeping an eye on things, while it seems the rest of his team are patrolling around the inside of the bank.
"Alright, sir, your deposit is confirmed. Anything else I can do for you today?" A Teller on the one side of the counter says as she looks at her computer screen.
"Nope, that's it. Thanks." The man says as he takes the receipt, bowing his head slightly, before moving out of the way.
Meanwhile, at a different line, a person speaks to their friend as they wait for the Teller to return.
"You ever notice how banks barely hire people without quirks anymore? Last time I was here, the teller had some speed-typing Quirk. Guy processed five transactions before I even blinked."
The man said before sighing and swaying his head.
His friend chuckles and turns to him and responds.
"Yeah, I heard some places even have tellers with telekinesis to count cash instantly. Meanwhile, I still gotta check my balance manually." He chuckles as his friend laughs with him.
Again, at a different area, a teller looks up from her screen to speak to the elder lady infront of her.
"Alright, Miss, please place your hand on the scanner for identity verification."
As she speaks, the elder woman presses her hand on the biometric scanner, which flashes green.
The teller smiles and she speaks. "Perfect. Your withdrawal of 80,000 yen is approved. Large bills or small?"
"Large, please." The lady says with a soft dry voice, scratching her throat
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Meanwhile, near the waiting area, a man with a subtle, heat-based Quirk rubs his hands together, causing a slight shimmer in the air. An older woman next to him notices and sighs.
"Son, you might want to cool it with that. Some of us still remember when quirks in banks were a bad idea." She said as she looks at him with a disapproving expression.
The man nearly jolts out his seat from the sudden comment, before turning to her with a Sheepish smile and speaking.
"Right, sorry. Just a habit of mine thay I've picked up, sorry for that" he says before putting his hands in his jackets pockets.
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At the entrance of the bank, the doors slide open, and a group of five individuals walks in, dressed in sleek black suits, the one leading them, presumably the leader, tall and lean built, is wearing a green trench coat with a bandana around his head, his hair fuzzy at the ends. On his face, round black glasses hiding his eyes as he leads the group into the building with an emotionless expression.
Each one of the men, besides the leading one, is carrying a hard-shell case. Their presence is immediately unsettling. They were too coordinated, too serious.
The guard at the entrace gets off the wall and walks infront of the group, narrowing his eyes, standing straight up with his arms cross.
"Can I help you gentlemen?"
He says in a calm, slightly threatening tone.
The tall man in front of the group exhales and shaking his head as if disappointed. The breath he exhales white and slightly cold as he and the guard stand staring each other down.
The rest of the people in the back slowly begin to notice this.
The rest of the gaurds going to people slowly, preparing for the worst if something were to happen.
Suddenly, the air is cold, the temperature drops rapidly.
The leading man takes off his glasses to reveal his green eyes, rubs them as the rest of the men put down their cases and opens them. The leader then puts his glasses back on before putting his hand on the security gairds shoulder.
The spot where he touched the guard, a white mist comes from the contact before ice rapidly begins to spread throughout his body. Only a few seconds pass and he's encased in ice, frozen in that state with a look of shock still present on his face.
Gasps and panicked noises are heard before someone screams, the gaurds pull put their guns, some activate their quirks, only for the man to step away from the gaurd and tap his foot on the floor.
The tapping sound heard, white mist comes from his foot and the floor, before crackling is heard.
In an instant, suddenly the entire banks floor is covered in a sheet of ice, most of the people have their foot up to their leg frozen in place, some slip and fall back while others try to maintain balance.
The man then stands perfectly fine, hands in his pocket as he opens his mouth to speak, he speaks in an unnervingly calm tone.
"Ladies and gentlemen… Call me Korihoo. With that being said, this is a robbery."
Gasps ripple through the crowd as the group, besides the recently named Korihoo, dons blue and white masks that they've pulled out their cases, along with two of the men pulling out a rifile each.
One of them raises a hand, and with a flick of their fingers, the bank's entrance seals shut with a metallic clang. The security guards through out the room tenses, one reaching for his radio too late.
He gets a bullet hole shot through his chest as he falls back, his eyes in shock realising his final moments before dropping dead onto the cold ice floor.
The people around look at his now lifeless body, blood pooling around him, people panic more, as some try moving backwards and away from the body and the robbers.
Korihoo glances at the one who shot, sighing before once again continuing to walk slowly, the others spreading out to some teller, grabbing them and pulling them to the computers, jumping over the counters to hold them at gun point.
"Most likely 15 minutes, 20 max before the heros arrive" one man shouted from across the room while typing away at a laptop.
"Let's hope we don't get some top 10 hero arriving, don't need to start a scuffle." Korihoo says calmly as he stands in the middle of the place.
"I do apologise for the deceased member of the banking security team.. I would of preferred it if that never happened. But take that as a warning.
If you try to contact anyone, call for help and.. blah blah blah, you get the point, you'll be somewhat reprimanded.
We'll only take the cash we're after, waltz on out, and nobody has to get hurt.. correction, no one else has to get hurt."
Korihoo says as he sits down on one of the benches lazily, the people shifting away from the spot before he even sat.
With the leading robber, the ice user from what they saw him do, Korihoo, sitting on one of the benches, the rest of the group spit up in different sections with different people being held, specially the tellers, at gun point as they type away, sending cash to a bank account, the entire bank shut down and the people filled with fear, kneeling down trying to stay hidden.
Even the banks own security gaurds unable to do anything in this situation.
One can tell that this was a very unfavourable situation to be in.
Within the crowed, a fair skinned, slender woman is kneelding down with her son next to her under her arm. Her black hair and light grey eyes, wearing a shirt tucked into black pants with a backpack over her shoulder.
She keeps her child underneath her, hidden completely under her jacket, a mothers protective instinct to protect her child, as she looks around with a serious face.
The small boy, pale white skin with hair white as snow is hidding under her jacket. He turns to look at his mother, his eyes a striking bright blue.
"M-mom.. what's happening, where are the heros, shouldn't they be here?'
He asked in a hushed, concerned and worried tone.
"Shh, Gojo, calm down, everything alright, they'll be here soon" the mother said whispering to the boy, Gojo.
Behind her in her hand was a small cellphone, her fingers dialing a number.
While one of the guards was holding the one teller hostage at the computer, he looks up, just in the right angle to notice the woman with the cellular device behind her back, before she hid it away.
His hand and forearm turn rough and rock like as he breaks the table and walks up to thr group of civilians in a rush, just as he was about to say something, the one at the entrance on the laptop speaks in slight worried and panicked tone.
"Guys! We need to-"
Just as he was about to speak, police sirens wail outside the building.
"Fucking... I thought you said we had 15 minutes!" Korihoo says as ice crawls slowly up his neck, his voice hinting at his slight annoyance, his breath becoming slightly visible as it turns white.
"Someone here called the cops for help, it was-" Just as the one robber with the rock like arm was about to get to the people, a loud banging on the bank door is hears before it's ripped open.
At the hole, policemen with their rifles out and aimed, one hero standing amongst them.
The hero wore a yellow jumpsuit, with black lining. He has a muscular figure, slick back hair and a cocky smirk.
People in the bank sounded relieved, one yelling, "we're saved".
Meanwhile the robbers, standing at their positions, looks toward the now team of police personnel and the hero.
"Fine. I'll stall them, get money, pack up and take hostages to the escape route."
Korihoo said in a serious tone as he then walked to stand across the police and the hero at the door a few meters away, a steam like gas coming from his hand, as ice crawled along his arm to his hand.
Tension was high, the other 4 robbers packing up, 2 of them making sure they got the cash sent to the account, the other 2 preparing to leave and picking out hostages.
Would the police, with the aid of this hero put a stop to all this?
"I do apologise, I'll try my best not to kill you all"
Korihoo says as he stands
"Try us"
Was the response from one of the police officers, with the hero chuckling and stepping forward.
"I'll make sure you'll have a.. n-"ice" time in prison after this"
The tone of the hero mocking as he readies his fist.
A bulge on Korihoos head appears
"I shouldn't take too personal.. But I'm going to make sure you're the first kill for that."
Korihoo says as he readies himself, getting into a dashing posture to attack.
Whatever that was going to happen, would either end well, or terrible for both parties present.
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End of Chapter.