In MHA with Sans's powers

Two years later...

[General POV]

In the orphanage, chaos reigned. Kids dashed through the halls, laughter and shouting blending into a symphony of disorder. Some were bubbling with excitement, their voices loud and eager. Others wore deep scowls, dragging their feet as though the world had turned against them. The reason? School.

[Iruma's POV]

I sat at the mirror, dragging a comb through my damp white hair. My gaze shifted to Astro, who was brushing his teeth with one hand while combing his hair with the other. He caught my eye through the reflection, the light catching the bruises and patches on his torso. We were both shirtless, and it was hard to ignore the results of two years of relentless training.

Astro wasn't the skinny kid he used to be. He was built now—solid muscle, sharp abs, and defined shoulders. He'd begged to train with Onii-san after finding out about my regimen, and with the little *leverage* I had over him, he didn't refuse. Still, despite his progress, I had the edge. My Saitama-style training pushed me to limits even he couldn't match. I'd become leaner, stronger, and faster, though the toll it took was nothing to scoff at.

Through my experiments, I discovered that exhaustion drained my magic. It was slower, weaker—just like Sans when he grew tired. Testing my Gaster Blaster theory was a highlight. Not only were they devastating, but they were versatile. I could adjust their power, spam them at will, or even ride one like a makeshift hoverboard. A full-power blast once reduced a sturdy tree to ashes. It was exhilarating but sobering—I needed to control that power.

As for Astro, we learned he was quirkless. It hit hard, but his determination to be a hero never wavered. Teaching him magic seemed like the next step, and, surprisingly, it worked. His soul had just enough magic to amplify his body. His power shifted with his emotions—when driven by guilt, it was overwhelming, but when motivated by compassion, it softened. We sparred often, and while I had the upper hand, his sharp instincts and aggressive style made him a formidable opponent. His cold, calculating gaze during battle was unnerving, and his relentless pressure left no room for error. The first villain he faces is in for a world of hurt.

Not everything in the past year was training and sparring. Shimou, a younger girl who'd grown close to us, was adopted. She promised to meet us at UA's entrance exams, and we hoped she had a strong enough quirk to make it. We treated her like a sister, and she stuck to us like glue after a nasty bullying incident. Those bullies learned a hard lesson that day—though Onii-san grounded us for a week for taking it too far. Shimou had even started sleeping in one of our beds after nightmares, her small presence a quiet comfort. I hoped she was doing well.

Astro snapped his fingers in front of me, dragging me from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"You good? You've been staring at the mirror," he said, his voice tinged with concern.

Heh, trust Astro's perception to be on point. I waved him off, combing my hair one last time before tossing the comb onto my bed with a flick of magic. My glasses floated toward me, slipping onto my face with ease.

Astro and I were dressed to impress for the first day of school. His navy blazer fit like it was custom-made, with a crisp white shirt and a bold red bow tie. Polished black shoes gleamed, and a golden pocket square peeked from his chest. His hair was neatly combed, giving him a confident, polished look that made him stand out against the orphanage's worn walls.

I, on the other hand, looked like I'd stepped out of heaven. My black blazer, paired with tailored trousers and a white shirt, screamed sophistication. My polished shoes shone like mirrors, and the reflective wraparound glasses on my face added an air of mystery. They caught the light just right, making me look untouchable. With a smirk, I glanced at Astro.

"To hell with anyone who thinks otherwise," I thought, chuckling to myself.

Then I remembered. The locket.

I darted back to my bed, pulling it from under my pillow. Sliding it around my neck, I let it rest against my chest—a subtle reminder of everything that mattered.

"Ready?" I asked, glancing at Astro.

He nodded, and we stepped out, ready to take on the world.

We waited in the common room for the bus, sitting among the chaos of kids buzzing with energy. Some were excited, chatting loudly about the new school year, while others sulked in corners, clearly dreading it. As Astro and I sat there, we drew stares from every direction. Some kids looked in awe, their eyes wide and curious. A few girls blushed when we met their gaze, quickly looking away with giggles. I shrugged and smirked at Astro.

"So, you excited?" I asked, my tone teasing.

He sighed dramatically, pretending to give it serious thought. "No," he replied flatly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I chuckled, reaching over to ruffle his hair, but he ducked away with a smirk of his own. Huh. He's getting faster. Maybe he's been sneaking in some extra training at night. I let it go as Onee-san stepped into the room, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, elementary kids! Line up outside—the buses are waiting!" she called.

I glanced her way and waved happily as Astro and I got up. The morning sun greeted us warmly when we stepped outside, its rays catching my locket and making it shimmer beautifully. It was a comforting weight against my chest as we boarded the bus and slid into a seat together.

I leaned back, letting out a soft sigh as the hum of the engine kicked in. "I'm gonna sleep," I told Astro, already closing my eyes. "Wake me up only if it's life or death, okay?"

"Sure," he muttered, probably rolling his eyes.

The ride passed in a blur of muffled chatter and bumps on the road. When we arrived, Astro nudged me awake, and I stretched before stepping off the bus. The crisp morning air hit my face as I took in the sight of the school.

Honestly, I already knew how this was going to go. School in my past life had been dull, predictable, and tedious. Sure, it had its moments, but calling it the "best years" was a stretch. Still, I wasn't here to reminisce—I had a mission.

"See you later," I said to Astro as we parted ways. He nodded and headed off, while I walked toward my classroom, bracing myself for what I knew would be another mundane day.

I decided I'd make the most of this dull routine by acing every test and quiz thrown my way. If I was going to be bored, I might as well turn it into a flex.

[Astro's POV]

First day of school, and I've already made a few friends. Yay me.

But let's be real—I'm guessing Sans is bored out of his mind right about now. He's probably glaring holes into the wall with that "I'd rather be anywhere else" expression.

As for me? Well, it didn't take long to notice the stares and hear the whispers. The way people look at someone Quirkless...it's something else. The judgment is sharp, the insults quiet but deliberate. Hypocrites, every last one of them. They act like having a Quirk is the only thing that matters, but most of them probably won't even do anything special with theirs.

I ignored the noise, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction. It wasn't worth it. Besides, slow days like this weren't so bad. I could get used to this school life—at least for now. Let's hope it stays that way. Besides...my magic doesn't count as being Quirkless, right? I thought, a smirk tugging at my lips.

Let them whisper. Let them stare. If they ever saw what I could really do, their mouths would stay shut.

[Iruma's POV]

By lunch, I was already restless. The cafeteria buzzed with energy—kids shouting, laughing, and trading food like it was some kind of currency. I sat in a quiet corner, picking at my meal while watching the chaos unfold.

Across the room, I spotted Astro. He was at a table with a small group of kids, all chatting and laughing like they'd been friends forever. Typical Astro—he could charm his way into any crowd. He caught my eye for a moment and gave me a subtle nod before returning to the conversation. I smirked. At least one of us was having a good time.

I leaned back, finishing the last bite of my food, when I felt someone's gaze on me. Slowly, I glanced to my right. A group of kids sat a few tables over, their whispers barely audible over the cafeteria noise. They weren't being subtle, though—every now and then, one of them would glance my way and snicker.

"Look at him, sitting there like he's too good for everyone," one of them muttered, loud enough for me to catch.

"Probably some rich kid who thinks he's better than us," another added.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. It wasn't the first time I'd dealt with this kind of nonsense, and it wouldn't be the last. Still, they didn't know who they were messing with.

With a flick of my fingers under the table, a subtle wisp of magic swirled at my fingertips. I didn't do anything drastic—just enough to send a sudden, sharp breeze through their table, knocking over one of their drinks. The startled yelps and frantic mopping that followed brought a small, satisfied grin to my face.

I went back to my tray, pretending I hadn't noticed a thing.

[Astro's POV]

Lunch was surprisingly...pleasant. The kids at my table were a decent bunch. They didn't treat me any differently, didn't ask about my Quirk—or lack thereof. It was refreshing, in a way.

As I chatted with them, though, I couldn't help but glance over at Iruma. He was sitting alone, his face unreadable as he picked at his food. A group of kids near him were clearly trying to get under his skin. I could see it in their pointed looks and whispered insults.

I kept an eye on him, ready to intervene if things got out of hand, but then I noticed the faintest flick of his fingers. A second later, one of the kids' drinks tipped over, spilling all over their lunch tray.

The look of smug satisfaction on Iruma's face was all I needed to see. I shook my head, chuckling under my breath. He didn't need saving—not from them.

[Iruma's POV]

After lunch, the day dragged on in a blur of monotonous lessons and repetitive exercises. By the time the final bell rang, I was more than ready to leave.

Astro met me at the entrance, his bag slung casually over one shoulder. "So," he said, grinning, "how was your first day?"

"Boring," I replied instantly. "But at least I didn't fall asleep."

"Progress," he teased.

As we walked toward the bus, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the calm before the storm. School might be predictable for now, but I knew better than to think it would stay that way. I knew almost nothing about the MHA before the timeline so all I can do now is pray.

[Iruma's POV]

The bus ride back to the orphanage was uneventful, just the rumble of the engine and the chatter of kids filling the air. I leaned my head against the window, watching the scenery blur by. My thoughts drifted as the sunlight caught my locket again, its faint glow almost comforting.

Astro sat next to me, scrolling through his notebook. Knowing him, he was probably already sketching out ideas for his next training session. That's just how he worked—always planning ahead.

"You're quiet," Astro said, breaking the silence.

"Just thinking," I replied without looking at him.

"About what?"

I smirked. "How boring today was."

Astro laughed, shaking his head. "You really don't hold back, huh?"

"Why would I? It's the truth."

He chuckled again, but his laughter faded as his expression turned more serious. "You know...it wasn't boring for me. It's weird seeing how people treat Quirkless kids."

I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "You held up fine."

"Yeah, but it's not about me. It's about how...normalized it is. Like it's okay to look down on someone just because they don't have a Quirk. It's messed up."

I nodded, understanding where he was coming from. "The world's full of hypocrites. Always has been. But hey, you've got magic now, remember? You're already ahead of most of them. They just don't know it yet."

That brought a small smile to his face. "You're right. And when they find out? Let's just say I'll enjoy the look on their faces."

Back at the orphanage, the sun had started to set, painting the sky in streaks of orange and purple. The younger kids ran past us, laughing and chasing each other while the older ones hung around in small groups, chatting about their day.

Onee-san greeted us at the door, her usual warm smile in place. "Welcome back! How was your first day?"

"Boring," I replied, earning a playful swat on the shoulder.

"Of course, you'd say that," she said, rolling her eyes. "And you, Astro?"

"It was good," he said with a grin. "Made a few friends."

"That's wonderful! Dinner will be ready soon, so don't disappear for too long," she added before heading to the kitchen.

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Later that night, Astro and I sat on the roof of the orphanage, a spot we'd claimed as our own. The cool night air brushed against our skin as we looked up at the stars.

"You ever wonder what's next?" Astro asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I know what's next remember?" I replied. "But thinking too much about the future ruins the present."

"Maybe. But I can't help it. I want to be ready for whatever comes."

I looked at him, the determination in his eyes clear even in the dim light. "You will be. We both will."

For a moment, neither of us said anything, the quiet hum of crickets filling the air.

"Hey," I said, smirking. "You think they'll still call you Quirkless once they see what you can do?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "Not a chance."

And with that, we sat back, letting the night wash over us. The world didn't know it yet, but we were just getting started.