Help I'm starting too many books again. TvT

You will be quizzed on the lore of this book at the end, so be prepared for that.

Me di cuenta de que muchas personas que leen esto son Español. ¡Hola y bienvenido! ^-^
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     He was an Esper. A pretty rare type of quirk user in Japan. There were quirks that messed with your physical form, quirks that had something to do with elements or creating something, and then there was the insanely broad category simply labeled "psychic abilities." Thanks to the culture pre quirks, "psychics" stand a little separately from other powerful beings. Their powers typically have more to do with the supernatural, dipping their toe into the more spiritual aspects of the world around them.

     Shigeo Kageyama was one of these Espers, his limits not yet known. And unlike the other quirk users of this era, he felt quite alone. His home town wasn't known for having many powerful members. It was still normal to have no supernatural abilities. Those who did were rare, hardly ever running into one another. Still, he felt comfort in knowing there were others out there like him, though few and far between they were.

     He had made several friends like him already actually, including but not limited to  Serizawa, Hanazawa, and his master, Reigan. His brother had actually been found out to be an Esper as well, which unfortunately led to a little family drama... But that was resolved quickly and now the brothers are closer than ever.

     Yeah, thinking back, Shigeo, or just Mob, had done quite a bit this past year: broke up a cult, helped take down a criminal organization, get to throw buildings around like they were nothing.

     ...His power had grown so much, even since he was a child...

     "I'm going home early if you don't mind, Master Reigan." Mob stood from his little box desk and announced softly over the room. Reigan and Serizawa were just lounging around anyway. Reigan updating his website. Serizawa reading a book about communication. 

     "Uh, sure. Not like there is anything else for you to do t'day." The blond head of their little business waved the teen off without even looking up.

     "Safe travels, Mob!" The brunette removed his gaze from the book and waved. Mob mirrored, smiling faintly.

     "Thanks.."

     He had a lot on his mind. Hardly even noticed the green spirit, Dimple, looming over his shoulders.

     "Wrong way, Shige."

     "-Oh. Thanks." Mob turned down the other sidewalk where his home actually was, still staring down at his shoes.

     "...Wow, you must really be thinking hard about something today. What is it? Is it Tsubomi~?" The spirit wiggled his eyebrows. Mob's cheeks blushed ever so faintly.

     "N-no."

     "Oh come on! You can tell me!"

     "It's...nothing."

     "Awhh! You're no fun!" To be frank, Mob had no idea what he was really thinking about. He had a lot to mull over is all. As mentioned before, a ton had happened in this year alone. His crush had become one of the least of his worries.

     Or at least that's what it seemed like to him.

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     "You're home early." Ritsu, Shigeo's little brother, commented as he passed the kitchen.

     "Today's been pretty slow. Might be because the festival down town."

     "Yeah.. Someone in the council mentioned that. Hard to believe one of the top heroes grew up here. This town of all places. Heh." Ritsu's calm eyes stared out the window as his hands dried a dish with a towel.

     "Maybe you should be a hero someday. You'd be pretty good at it."

     "That's an idea... I probably wouldn't like being a hero for very long, though. Sure it would get tiring after a while."

     "Just like any other job." Mob chuckled, already making his way up the stairs.

     "You left your bag in the Body Improvement club room again! It's sitting by your door now!"

     "O-oh, I'm sorry! Thank you!"

     "No worries, bro! You're just as busy as I am now!"

     Shigeo marched up the stairs with another blush layering his cheeks, ashamed to have forgotten something as important as his homework yet again. At least he had a brother who was always looking out for him.

     He sat there at his desk doing nothing but homework for the next two hours. The sun set outside his window. It wouldn't be long until his mother called him down for dinner.

     Instead, he heard the doorbell ring.

     'Strange, no one said anything about guests coming over for dinner.' He tried to concentrate as the voices of strangers spoke with his parents. He was a little too shy to go down for himself to see who it was. Even as the little fear that it might be bad -- people out for his family like that time before -- crawled up his neck, he remained seated. Though his hand shook, physically unable to continue writing, he just..waited.

     Maybe it was just the neighbors coming over to visit? His nerves calmed after a while when no explosions had gone off. After thirty minutes or so, he was almost certain it was just some neighbors or old friends of his parents.

     That was his suspicion...until he heard an alarmed tone coming from his mother.

Tud, tud, tud, tud-

     "I-is everyone alright down there?" He called down the stairs as he hurried their way. He couldn't risk another shock of almost losing his family again like he did in that fire.

     "We're alright, sweetie!" His mom offered, though her voice was a little weak as though she had been crying.

     "What's wrong??" As his eyes dropped low enough to see the living room beyond, he froze. Four strange men in trench coats sat with his parents and brother in the living room. On the TV was playing none other than a recording of him that one time he nearly lost all control and brutally interrogated a thug for the whereabouts of the one who had set his house on fire. "Who are they??"

     "Kageyama Shigeo~" The man closest to the television, sporting plain black hair and a tan trench coat, stood up casually and offered somewhat of a bow. "I was just informing your parents about some of your latest acts... Didn't want to leave them in the dark." He smiled a little. Hard to tell whether it was malicious or not.

     "Shigeo..?" His mom's head turned toward him, full with tears. Somberly, Mob scanned over the scene, eyes again landing on the paused image on the television. His own eyes on screen were...so filled with rage. It was a terrifying sight for sure. One that made even Mob's stomach turn.

     "I can explain-"

     "No need to, kid." The man sat back down. "I already explained. Your house was just burnt down, correct? Fake versions of your family along with them. Hm.. Must have been quite the shock. I don't blame you for acting out as you did-"

     "How do you know this?!" Mob really didn't want to end up on these strangers' bad sides, but he was getting rather defensive. His whole body tensed up more than it usually did.

     "Eeeasy, bud." The main one lifted his hands defensively. "My name is Naomasa Tsukauchi. I work as a private investigator for the police force. Your secrets are safe with me. ... I understand you have been hiding your abilities from the rest of the world for a while now. That is quite the impressive feat, considering how powerful you are. So, I won't be the one to break that record for you." He smiled again, this time a lot more obviously one of genuine kindness. Mob simply didn't have the energy to smile back. His dad had an arm wrapped around his still trembling mother. Even Ritsu was a little shaken by all the facts that had just been dumped. In all of this, Mob had only one question.

     "What are you doing here?" He asked firmly, more like demanded.

     The detective sighed, then chuckled. "It's really a matter I am trying to discuss with your parents right now. Ma'am, do you mind that your son sticks around?" His mom sniffed and nodded. "And you, sir?" He too nodded. "Alright, Kageyama, have a seat if you like." After Mob had seated, the detective basically just relayed what he had already shown his parents: footage taken from security cameras and bystanders that all led to his past actions, specifically his most dangerous ones. Mob tightly clutched his pants, jaw clattering his teeth together viciously. It was just as terrible for him to rewatch the times he lost control as it was for the rest of his family.

     ...They really were housing a monster, weren't they..?

     "Aaand we believe that it was this fight between Shigeo and Suzuki that sprouted the great broccoli tree now towering over the city." He concluded, leaving everyone speechless. "So how about that? I get it right, Shigeo?"

     Mob's eyes dashed down to his lap, his hands starting to fidget with each other. "...Flawless." was all he could bring himself to say. "Except the part about the first few explosions in the tower. That was Sho, Suzuki's son." He was still staring down at his hands. The detective smirked and pulled the chip from their TV.

     Realizing just how tense the boy was, the detective rose, knelt down, and placed a hand on the teen's shoulder. That shocked Mob's head back into attention, his eyes meeting with the detective's. His smile was so warm now. Remineded him a lot of Reigan's. "We aren't here to condemn you, you know... This region does not prohibit the use of quirks like most do, and what you were doing was borderline hero work." He chuckled. Mob blushed a little in relief, and for what he at least took as a compliment. "But..." His tone was suddenly not quite so Reigan-like. "The potential you hold is great. So great in fact that the government agreed for this investigation in the first place... Mob," The teen's head jerked back up. It was hard to look him in the eyes for too long. "Is that what your friends call you?" He nodded. "Well, Mob, though you like keeping it under wraps as much as possible, the world may just need your quirk to save lives some day?" The boy tilted his head ever so slightly at this. "But," chuckling sigh, "before I talk your ear off, how about I introduce you to the one making you this offer himself? Principle, you are free to show yourself."

     "Why thank you, detective." A little creature peered from behind the couch the detectives all sat on.

     "HOLY WHAT?!" Mob's mom instantly fell onto her husband, hugging him tightly. Shigeo was about the only one who barely reacted to the strange mouse- bear-..dog?

     "My apologies for startling you, Mrs. Kageyama." The creature wearing a little suite bowed politely. One of the officers stood, offering the principle a seat across from Mob. The teen was absolutely still, nothing but his eyes moving to follow the strangely mouse-like creature. After the Principle had hopped up onto the couch and taken his seat, he sat ever so still on the cushion, little paws holding each other on his lap. "My name is Nezu. I am the principle of the top hero school in Japan." He smiled kindly at the boy sitting stiffly across from him.

     "Hi?"

     "I understand we haven't come at the best of time, so please excuse our urgency to meet with you." This mouse was so polite. After Mob failed to say anything for a while, he continued. "Contrary to what you might be thinking, none of us are here to cause you any harm. In fact, I am here to offer you a free shot at joining UA."

     "Whaaa?!!" His parents' jaws dropped. This must be a pretty big deal, then.

     "What is UA?" Mob just had to ask.

     Nezu laughed, "Why, only the top hero school in Japan of course! I believe you'd make a great addition to the campus!"

     Mob tried to imagine what a hero school might even be like, but nothing other than an image of him standing in a line of a bunch of other kids, all jumping off a tall building to learn how to fly came to mind. He blinked that image out of his sight. Crazy imagination.

     "Wait, so UA is teaching middle schoolers now??" Mob's dad butted in.

     "No, I'm afraid not. But I'm sure we can squeeze him into a highschool first year class no problem. Might just need some extra tutoring and a bit less homework. We may even exclude him from all classes not partaing to hero work so he can stick to his original grade's level. There are many solutions we would be happy to look into."

     "Wait, so you want him to join now?? Why not later after he has graduated?" Mob's mom brought up a very good question.

     "Ah, that one is...difficult to tell." For the first time, the mouse appeared to be the awkward and avoidant one. "You see, we have a class that keeps being targeted by villains. We don't quite know why. But, perhaps it would put everyone at ease if we knew one of our students in that class was capable of handling such a situation..?"

     "Wait so like a bodyguard?" Ritsu added. Shigeo's head shrunk a little between his shoulders. H-high schoolers?! He was uneasy about graduating for this very reason. From his own experience, high schoolers weren't exactly the nicest people. "Aren't the teachers supposed to protect their students?" The little bro again applied more salt to Nezu's already scarred wound. His mom elbowed him. "Ow!"

     Nezu's head lowered. True, genuine defeat washing over him. "...This is true. Our teachers have fought long and hard, and in the end have saved their students. But, doing such has worn them down greatly." This was weird. Mob almost felt like he was being drafted into the army. "Even All Might has..."

     After a little bit of sulking, the little principle hopped down from the sofa. "That is why it is all the more important for someone as useful as Shigeo to join the school and scare the villains away from ever harming our students again." He smiled once more. He bowed lowly to the teen, then rose and looked directly into Mob's eyes. "And from the interviews with the villains who faced you, it sounds like you have a strong moral compass; a great trait for any hero! Sounds to me like the only thing you really need is to learn how to control your quirk..and that is what our school is built for! So what do you say? In exchange for defending our students, you become one of them and learn how to better control your power." The mouse blinked.

     Mob's memories flashed back to when Reigan first promised to teach him. As amazing as he was as a friend and providing experience, there was still so much he needed to learn before he could truly trust himself.

     Mob remembered his old childhood friend Tsubomi.
     "Wow, Shige! You would make a GREAT hero!"
     "Heh, you really think so?"

     He smiled faintly at the memory. It had been a long time since he ever thought about becoming a hero.

     ...Hmm, maybe he should give it a chance?...

     "So you...won't make me hurt anyone, right?" Mob asked a question of his own.

     "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. If a villain ever does attack, your only task will be to make sure all of the students escape unharmed." Nezu offered.

     Mob smiled, nodding his head. "I like the sound of that."

     "So what will it be then? Sadly, I can't give you any longer than a couple days to decide."

     "And I don't think you need to." For the first time he asserted his opinion into the room, then, quickly backed off to check over his shoulder to the rest of his family. They all sat quietly, none yet sure of how to respond. Eventually, though, his father and brother smiled. "...I-... I want to go." Turning his head back to Nezu, his eyes were suddenly matched with determination. Nezu smiled.

     He didn't want to actually become a hero, but, he did hope that this school would help him control his powers as the principle promised.

     ...Maybe then he would be a little less of a threat to those he loved...

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     Shigeo and his brother were encouraged to grab their plates of food and eat in their room while the grown ups discussed a few more things. Despite usually being a very respectful boy, since this was about him, Mob later snuck out of his room and quietly sat down just above the stairs.

     "What about all of the videos you showed us before? Surely that was for a reason." His mom brought up.

     "Ah yes.. We had to shift the conversation a little after he came in." The detective said.  Mob leaned a little closer. "Your son is...dangerously powerful. I am sure you are already aware of that."

     "We certainly are. But that is just how he has always been. Mob is no threat to any of us." Mob's father.

     "You say that, but..." The detective trailer off.

     "Allow me." Nezu. "...It is a rare case, but sometimes the most well intentioned people can cause the biggest mistakes, and that is without the level of power your son possesses. We're not saying he will, but we are saying there is a chance he might."

     Shigeo never thought of that before. Even if he hasn't lost control he could STILL make a terrible mistake and end up hurting people, simply because he did not understand all sides of a situation. This was another thing to worry about.

     "Well... What will taking him to UA do about it?"

     "First of all, we have plenty of well trained teachers who know how to handle intense situations. As well as students who are training for such pandemonium were it to accrue. So, even if he gave into emotion as we know he has before, the chances of him hurting others will greatly decrease."

     For Mob, that actually didn't sound like too bad of an idea. Who knows? He might finally meet people as strong as HE IS, who can stop him if he explodes again.

    "Secondly, if we coax him into becoming a pro hero, it will be harder for him to make dangerous decisions, as he can only do what the law prohibits. And from there we can make it even harder for him to make further wrong decisions." Though he had no plans to become a hero, unless to impress Tsubomi perhaps, it still sounded like a solid enough plan.

     There was just one problem with this conversation that was supposed to be kept from him. A terrible truth that made his heart thump in his ears.

     ...They didn't even trust him to be harmless. They saw him as as much of a danger as he saw himself. A terrible shift to how Reigan and his more recent friends treated him...

     A flash from the past. Blood. Bodies laying around. His own little brother hurt by his doing.

     His breathing drew ragged and sharp. He clutched his arms and stared down as his heart thumped wildly.

     "Are you sure he won't be able to hurt anyone?"

     Blood.

     "I assure you, ma'am, we have highly trained professionals on our side."

     Brother on the floor.

     "But what if he hurts himself?"

     Entire family burning. Though now he knows they were fake, it still felt so real.

     "We have protocols for that as well."

     The image of Mob being restrained in a straight jacket kept flashing into his vision. Between that or those terrible images of him letting go, destroying all in his path. Neither were good, but..

    ...Maybe it's for the best that he end up in that straight jacket...

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     He didn't even realize how stressed he had become until he practically felt the power emanating off of him, waiting to blow.

    Not worrying about stealth anymore, the teen rushed back into his room, rolled out his bed, and jumped into it. He was still breathing frantically as he pulled the blankets over him. He shoved the pillow over his face and pressed it down, hoping to suffocate himself to sleep. As he felt his heart rattle against his ribs, Mob forced his mind to wander. It ended up landing on Tsubomi, his crush and childhood best friend.

     '...I wonder what she really thinks of me...?' He thought. Her kind smile remained in the forefront of his mind. He searched every memory with her for a judgemental face...but found none.

     ...The one person who never cared...

     Tsubomi...

     That night Mob fell asleep in his school uniform without even noticing.