Chapterro Uno

... Cold...

"Hello?"

... Freezing...

"Huh.."

My body was numb on what I assumed to be the floor. I ignored all voices but my own, entrapped into my own line of thought after my experience. One second, I stood in front of the building of Hope's Peak Academy, and the next.. W.. Where am I? Why is it so cold? My attempt at regaining sight was interrupted by a blinding light, and it wasn't always there. My eyes looked to the darker right corner, and saw a familiar silhouette.

"I see you, you're alive. No use in hiding it." replied the figure. He slid his left palm away from the spherical sensor light switch, and walked towards me, making flamboyant but slow gestures as he talked.

"Everyone was wide awake--" Wide awake? I'm guessing I'm not the only who experienced this..

"and trust me, they are just as confused as you are." Out of the window goes my luck for finding answers.

"I was out there, noticing some, ehrm, strange sounds coming from this room."

"..strange sounds?" First words I muttered, I didn't even think he heard it.

He knelt down near my body, my face near his crotch. "So, I imagined there must have been an addict in this room, an adult we could use for help, any adult would have done, even dysfunct-" his line of dialogue was interrupted when he moved my head to his direction.

"Uh, huh! You.. you look terrible."

He and I rose up from our positions, albeit mine being much slower, with hunching down, and heavy breaths. I coughed to clean my throat, and stretched my arms. My eyes adjusted to the light, and gave a much cleaner, more organized view of the room. It's the type used for storage, I skimmed it, all I could say the walls where white, the floors where white. Creepily clean for a storage room.

"So.. who are you?"

Then I spent my attention to the man in front of me, though. His notable feature was that jacket he wore on top of his Robot League band shirt , I couldn't tell where it came from and or who designed it. It left no space for silence, symbols (gang, mathematical, Neo-World, company..) and phrases occupied the jacket from top to bottom. Could I even call it a jacket? It went down all the way to his knees, it was too big to be identified as one. I shouldn't be surprised. You could easily get that from those rotten holo-markets in the alley. Other than that, he donned blonde, smooth, hair (Is he rich?) and regular jeans.

"I asked a question!" declared he, arms crossed, disappointed face.

"Wait.. what? Who I am?"

"I'm not some janitor. I'm a student, like you! You're.. you're a student right?"

Student? I almost forgotten, Hope's Peak Academy, 3rd floor, New Batch 77th, their hymn and anthem, Wednesday is PE, Thursday-

"Uh, yeah. I'm a student. C-can I borrow your coat, if you don't mind?"

His smile went down even lower, did I do something wrong? There was a small pause between our words, roughly five seconds. Any more, I would've changed the topic.

"Fine, here." He gave the coat whatever in a hesitant manner.

"So.. what's your talent?" he replied immediately. Two things I was shocked at in that very moment: The coat was undeniably comfortable, like a thin layered mattress made from the finest memory foam in Miami, West Japan. Second thing, I've completely failed to remember my talent. Stall for time, maybe?

"Shouldn't you ask my name first?"

"You're Akio, Akio Higarashi. It says it right there on your id."

I kept my ID!? Does it say what my t-

"It doesn't say anything about your Ultimate though." he gloated.

"Anyways.." he continued, "We should be heading out, you NEED to meet with the others. It's a circus, out there!"

As I was trying to regain the last bits of my composure, he immediately walked towards to the door that slid open at his presence.

"Hey, aren't you going to wait for me?" I said.

"No, why should I?"

"You haven't even told me your name.. your talent?"

"Just.."

...

"Just call me Hajime Hinata."