The Three MuskeBRUZZAS In My Hero Academia

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-Story Start-

May 1st, 2234.

Morning.

It was a beautiful cloudless day at the peak of spring; the sun brightly shining over the horizon, but not with too harsh a glare.

The wheels of an abnormally sized and shaped bus met the coarse road as it drove through the urban city of Musutafu.

Having stopped in front of the many stops on the main street of Musutafu for that particular bus' route our protagonists entered with a steady step as the doors slid widely open.

Their eyes scanned the relatively empty interior in search of a seat.

Yuji nodded and pointed at a specific pair wordlessly as Aoi followed his lead.

Sitting down and with Aoi attempting to sit alongside him, a grave issue was noticed:

Aoi was too big for this particular seat.

Yuji deadpanned, "I guess you can sit on the Heteromorph designated seats?" He pointed at the abnormally sized seats specifically made for those whose quirks involuntarily placed them beyond human bodily proportions.

Aoi shook his head, "I'd rather stand than sit separated from you, brother."

Waving him off, "Don't be dramatic, dude it's just for a little while."

Narrowing his eyes in serious consideration, Aoi relented, "I see you need some time for yourself, my friend. Who am I to reject such a plea?"

Without another word, Aoi took a sit on the designated seating which was conveniently only a row across from Yuji so they could still communicate.

As Yuji had stated, Aoi was simply being dramatic.

Scratching his head, Yuji couldn't help but mention, "It took us half an hour of walking to get here."

"It would be poor business to set up bus lines across the Musutafu Ghetto. We have to make do with what we must." Aoi nodded gravely.

Yuji suggested, "Should we just run here every morning? We won't work up a sweat anyway."

"That would allow more time to rewatch Takada-chan's recordings." Aoi seriously considered it.

...

Silence enveloped the brothers as they turned to contently look at the urban city around them as the bus drove.

Only stopping once the abnormally large doors slid open to allow diverse occupants to enter:

A man with chicken feathers donning a business suit.

Quirkless woman, but who knows she might just have the power to turn into a car.

Oh! Another student from U.A. judging by the uniform.

Not that Yuji recognized who that was, anyway.

Seeing the convenience of the bus, Yuji couldn't help but mention, "The buses in the countryside didn't accommodate heteromorphs, right?"

His memory flashed regarding their travels across the Quirk-infested Japan on the road to Musutafu.

Most of the buses they had hitched a ride on, were of old models from even prior to the dawn of Quirks.

While it worked fine for most individuals.

Hetermorphs and those unable to change their shapes or sizes suffered from it.

Hell, you need not look far than from their time in Kinzagawa.

Poor Hashimoto had to bend his neck to uncomfortable degrees to drive around in his car properly.

Aoi nodded, "Discrimination could be one answer, but it is more aptly directed at the lack of funds as well as supply and demand."

He gestured at his seat and the bus itself, "This, is only available in populated cities as a result. I need not mention the cryo or heating chamber over there."

He pointed at a very unique seat that regulated temperature, "While it is turned off due to the rarity of someone needing to regulate their body temperature; it is incredibly expensive to build and expensive to run given the electricity needed."

In a particularly hot summer and in a jam-packed bus drive, some ice-cream Quirk girl died tragically during the drive - a refrigerated seating, as well as a heated one, was the result of that scandal.

Yuji's honed poor man's instincts shivered at that particular closed seat, nodding gravely, "That costs our rent." He hazarded a guess as he pointed at that abomination of tax money.

"Three months' worth." Aoi pinpointed.

...

Each stop featured a new cast of individuals who had their own lives and Quirks that either left or entered the long bus drive.

And even more U.A. Students as well, that Yuji hadn't recognized.

It was upon noting even more of his fellow students that a thought crossed his mind:

'If I had a nickel for every time I enrolled as a 1st year in some superpowered high school of a society I never knew existed...'

'I'd have two nickels.' He noted as he lowered his fingers and confirmed he counted correctly.

'Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.'

"Then I would have two nickels myself, brother." Aoi smiled and gave his two cents.

Blinking, Yuji tilted his head, "Heh? Did I say that out loud?"

Aoi's smile twisted into a smirk of pride - pride in their brotherhood, "No."

"I see..." Yuji nodded, thoroughly confused.

A tap on Yuji's shoulder caught his attention and he turned to be met with a shocking sight.

He froze immediately and his muscles subconsciously tensed as his grip on the empty seat in front of him tightened; bending the metal with ease.

Anger laced every feature on his face at what he saw...

What he had noticed immediately was...

Four Eyes.

But, upon taking a closer look at the elderly woman whose expression froze in shock at Yuji's rage.

He realized it was an innocent old lady, her four eyes a result of her quirk most likely; held not a hint of malevolence.

She sputtered out, "I-I apologize young man I'll ask someon-" 

Yuji's features immediately softened, his muscles relaxing, and he blurted out with clear shame, "Sorry miss! I thought you were someone else. Please, take a seat. It's my bad for not noticing."

Without hearing her protest he rose from his seat and gestured at it for the older woman.

The elderly woman blinked sheepishly but nodded thankfully as she took a seat, "Thank you." She smiled, having recovered from the shock of the young man's momentary fury.

Internally convinced that he was a troubled young man, but it was not her role to figure out his troubles.

That was Aoi's role.

A reassuring squeeze of Yuji's shoulder was felt, as he turned to be met with the standing uniformed figure of Aoi, "He's not here, brother."

Pinching his brows, Yuji smiled sadly, "I know, but it's... hard to..." His words held a degree of shame.

He'd never had such a reaction - he never expected to meet someone with such a striking feature that reminded him of that Curse he'll never forget nor forgive.

Forget.

Yuji as well as his brothers have resolved to never forget.

Each morning, Yuji opens by praying at their makeshift shrine and lighting incense in the name of their fallen friends and mentors.

And each year, they'll visit the grave they made on that mountain.

To never forget.

The scars on his body, the scars on his mind, and the perpetrator behind them whose fate is uncertain...

They'll never vanish, never heal.

But they still moved forward.

The evidence?

Right in front of them.

[NEXT STOP... U.A. HIGHSCHOOL.] An automatic announcement rang aloud as the campus came into view.

Yuji shook his head to smile on a more positive note, "That's our stop."

"Indeed! Look alive brother! A new, heroic chapter of our lives looms before us" Aoi gestured at the gigantic campus gates, every inch of them exuding the kind of expense that made Yuji's stomach turn.

"...You just want connections for Takada-chan's sake."

"A win-win scenario for Quirk society," Aoi confirmed with a proud nod and a close-eyed smile, his tone unashamed.

-------------------------------

Already having been here once, Yuji and Aoi weren't too impressed by the architecture, titanic proportions, and mind-boggling costs of U.A's prestigious halls and campus.

Nonetheless, it was still a sight to behold.

Students of varying years and courses flooded the halls and headed toward their respective classes for the first hours of gathering and orientation.

Yuji and Aoi arrived in front of the looming door of their class, sounds of talks and even some kind of muffled argument echoing out of it.

Class 1-A was the label on that very same door.

Indeed, Yuji was now a part of Class 1-A.

When Yuji was faced with Nezu's signed paper about his transfer from 1-B to 1-A even before classes had started, he inquired with morbid disbelief, "How?"

Aoi replied with a simple, "The principal took a liking to me."

"Why?"

"I threatened him."

"And that was enough for the principal of U.A?"

"No."

"So how…?"

"I then beat him in a game of chess."

"…Huh?"

Yuji decided turning his brain off more than usual was the correct course of action.

And, well, he preferred being in a Class with Aoi if he could help it so this was fine.

'As long as no one got hurt, anyway.' Yuji thought with a degree of hope that Aoi hadn't caused any actual damage.

Nevertheless, Aoi pushed the gigantic door open to reveal the interior.

Already, a lot of students, or more aptly termed their classmates were present.

Some loner almost gloomy students sat in their seats with an unapproachable aura radiating out of them as they sat in content silence.

Three girls seemed to have already clicked as they freely conversed:

One girl was a rather tall floating uniform.

Another was one with earjacks for ears.

The last was a pink-skinned girl with antennas.

They seemed to have been giggling amongst themselves about the attention grabber at the center of the classroom:

An argument between a stern-looking glasses-donning guy with engines in his calves and a spiky-haired boy with an explosive personality sitting as he pleased and a snarl on his face.

Yuji's and Aoi's entrance drew attention for a moment from all those who were present.

Normally, they would have been dismissed as new classmates and their eyes would have darted back to the interesting argument taking place.

However...

The spiky-haired boy's snarl grew as he shot up from his seat, "BASTARD!" He pointed an accusing finger at Yuji.

Yuji, upon recognizing the assailant visibly cringed and pointed himself, "What'd I do to you, man?!"

Stomping his way toward Yuji, Bakugo arrived in front of him and the neutral-looking Aoi.

He declared with naught a hint of shame, his tone laced with unadulterated confidence, "Katsuki Bakugo. Remember that name when I take first place from you, Todo Aoi." He declared with a pompous thumb pointing at himself.

His voice reverberated loudly in the trepidly silent room, the air tense and heavy as all awaited 'Todo Aoi's' response.

Yuji blinked, pointing at himself, "Sure? Go ahead, but my name's Itadori Yuji."

Bakugo's eyes widened for a moment, "Second place? Then-"

"That would be me." Aoi's hulking figure towered over Bakugo's form.

At Aoi calling attention to himself, many recognized his visage.

Disdain and irritation were the prevalent emotions:

"Ah! It is that Voleur!" One, Yuga Aoyama shook his head in displeasure.

Tenya Ilda frowned in mixed feelings, as he approached, "It was a competition, I cannot fault you for it. But your actions weren't fit for a Hero!" He chastised loudly.

"Shut it! Extra!" Bakugo turned his head, snarling at the standing figure of Ilda who was being a pesky 'extra'.

Aoi ignored all the surrounding sounds as his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him and Yuji.

His inquiry cut through all the noise.

Firm, and demanding.

He asked...

"After such a declaration... tell me. What is your type of woman? If you like men that's fine too. My type is a tall woman with a big, stunning ass."

Shock, confusion, bewilderment.

A mix of emotions overtook the recently acquainted Class 1-A students.

Yuji could only deadpan at his Brother's actions.

But he couldn't suppress a great degree of anxiety, because depending on Bakugo's answer...

Bakugo cringed, "Ah? I don't care about none of that stuff-"

"Answer the question," Aoi demanded.

Aoi's demand and interruption only worked to infuriate Bakugo further, "I only care about being number one! A relationship or women or any of that other crap doesn't matter to me!"

Without a hint of fear, Bakugo's eyes furiously and determinedly met Aoi's stoic gaze.

Humming, Aoi nodded, "Respectable resolve... but if you had to pick one, what would it be? Everyone has a type even if they do not voice it aloud or consider it."

"If you had not, then consider it now. This instant." The present female classmates were already singling out Aoi in their minds.

The word - 'freak' stood out among the various labels already forming unbeknownst to him.

Clicking his tongue, Bakugo replied, "A submissive woman. I'll overtake first place in no time, and you!" He then pointed at the uneasy figure of Yuji, "I'LL PAY YOU BACK FOR STEALING ALL MY-"

A loud sniff and an incredible sense of danger forced Bakugo to cease his speech.

Much to the further bewilderment of all those present...

A waterfall of tears fell down Aoi's face, "As I had feared... you're boring Bakugo."

To Be Continued!

-Author Note Start-

We're back to the Hero Brothers' POV!

I'll be trying to post a couple more chapters of this real quick to get done with the first days and we can head straight into the USJ shi and then or prior (Depending on where I think it fits) we'll shift to Choso's POV.

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