Sensei!

"Alright then. Show me what you can do, ese!" I said, activating Remote Control on my clothes, as my sleeves contrcted around my arms, lines of ethereal blue spreading out across them.

Gentle barriwed his eyes at my quirk, and stomped the ground, sending a ripple my way, before jumping on it like a trampoline, jettisoning himself towards a nearby steel beam.

Just as he was about to crash into it headfirst, he kicked the air, forming a thin membrane, and changed directions, beating the beam with his walking stick, as a ripple spread through it, making it elastic.

Slowly and steadily, he gained momentum, turning into a blur.

For a normal person, this would be overwhelming but I was far from a normal person.

Hell, I didn't even need to use Laplace Junior for this.

I sidestepped his blow as he zoomed down towards me, jabbing him straight in the ribs as he collapsed on the ground in a coughing fit.

"Is that how you're going to help in the heist, when you can't even bear a single puny punch? Wasn't it your dream to leave a mark on history? Is this the conviction you have to fulfill your dream? Are you going to let me trample all over you and your dreams? If so, you might as well give up now!" I asked.

"No! I will not let anyone stand between me and my dreams!" He cried, as he jumped away, landing on the previously elacticized beam and began his speedy little charade again, only this time with feints included.

"Good!" I praised, "There's an improvement! Keep going. Try to swing behind me, and hit from down low." I instructed, as a flash of surprise spread over his face.

He nodded and started circling around me, throwing feints left and right, always from above, when suddenly he dipped low, and bumrushed me.

I jumped up, avoiding it and landed smoothly on his back, stomping into the ground.

"That was great work. Now once more. With gusto!" I said, stepping off his back.

He looked at me with a fierce gaze, determination oozing off of him in empathy waves.

He dashed away and ran straight into a fence.

Applying elasticity to it, he propelled himself back up, this time heading to the top of the building, gaining tremendous speed with each jump.

Soon the whole structure began to shake with his footsteps, wobbling like a jellycake, as he whizzed about, caring not for his own life.

In that moment of extreme focus, he lived in the present, thinking of nothing but his goal, and in that pursuit, he didn't miss a single step, a single landing or collision, as if on a perfect harmony with himself.

It was almost beautiful to watch in a way.

Like art of the most dangerous form.

Then he came at me, with such force that the air itself crackled, tearing apart at his arrival. The shock could be heard across the whole neighbourhood.

It was a good thing it was a sunday afternoon and not a workday, or else we'd be in deep shit.

As soon as he was beyond reproach, I jumped away, leaving him to sploch his brains onto the cement floor below.

A look of despair filled his eyes as he embraced his death with a gladness that he had never felt before almost surprising himself.

Then, just as he was about to crash, he stopped in midair, or rather, he was stopped in midair, held in place by golden yellow rings of light.

Then he fell to the ground, face first, like a baby seal flopping onto land.

"This...why?" He asked, looking at me with confusion.

"Why what? Why did I save you? Why did I help you improve? Why didn't I just use this move to defeat you from the start?" I taunted.

"Yes. That. All of it!" He said.

"Because I see great potential in you, hidden behind the veneer of showmanship and procrastination.

Because, I know you can be so much more than just a petty small time failed Utuber. You can be a great hero! So I want to ask you, Danjuro Tobita, do you want to be a hero?" I responded, extending him a hand, making the winds flow deliberately with telekinesis to make my hoodie flutter like a cape, as my phone rang with motivational music, setting the perfect scene for the beginning of a redemption arc for him.

He hesitated for a moment, before asking, with hopeful eyes.

"Can I really become a hero, even as I am, at this age?"

"Yes! Yes you can!" I said, as he teared up in gratitude, grasping my hand with both of his, mirroring the canon image of Deku and All Might.

"Please guide me, sensei!" He said with such pure sincerity that it nearly shook my heart too.

It was an odd sight to behold, but a necessary one in my quest to safely distance myself from the destruction of the HPSC once it was time.

And Gentle, I had decided would be the lynchpin to their demise.

Watching from some ways away, Aiba found in herself a new sort of respect for the man she cherished, unknowing of the nefarious schemes I had in mind for the two of them.