"HEY! YOU!" the floating uniform shouted in a cutely enraged voice. "WHY DID YOU LAUNCH A TRAY AT ME?!"
Half the cafeteria focused on Yuta.
Yuta, who wanted to sink into the floor and die instantly.
"I— uh— that wasn't— it was an acci—"
The gloves marched toward him with righteous fury.
Behind her, several 1-A students stood up — Iida, Midoriya, Kirishima, Ashido, all staring in confusion as a floating lunch tray drifted behind Hagakure like the world's most incriminating evidence.
"It just FLEW at me!" she continued dramatically. "Do you know how embarrassing it is to get hit by a tray no one even sees coming?!"
Kimura whispered, "This is the funniest thing I've ever heard"
Hana elbowed him. "Not helping."
Yuta swallowed thickly as the invisible hands planted themselves on the table in front of him.
"Okay," Hagakure said. "Explain."
"I swear it was an accident," Yuta said with haste. "I wasn't aiming at anyone—"
"Yeah, well guess what?" Hagakure snapped. "You HIT someone!"
"That much I gathered."
"How do you even DO that?!" Hagakure demanded.
"My Quirk misfired—"
"What kind of Quirk MISFIRES like a RAILGUN?!"
By now, half of Class 1-A had gathered around, along with a growing crowd of curious students from other courses.
Yuta could feel Iida's judgemental stare boring into his soul.
"This is a serious matter," Iida said, adjusting his glasses with robotic precision. "Reckless Quirk usage in public spaces is a violation of U.A. conduct code Section 3, Paragraph 7—"
"Iida," Midoriya interrupted gently. "Maybe we should make sure they're okay first?"
"I'm FINE," Mina said, clearly not fine. "But I want an explanation."
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[RECOVERY GIRL'S OFFICE - 12:52 PM]
Yuta had been escorted to Recovery Girl's office by Iida.
"Escorted" was a polite term for what had actually happened.
Iida had marched him through U.A.'s hallways like a convicted criminal, engines idling ominously, while lecturing him about "proper cafeteria conduct" and "the responsibilities that come with Quirk usage in public spaces."
Yuta had tuned out after the first minute.
Now he sat in Recovery Girl's office, flanked by two very annoyed Hero Course students.
Recovery Girl—a tiny woman with a nurse's cap and a perpetually kind expression—looked up from her desk.
Then she saw Mina's bruised forehead and Hagakure's dented uniform.
"Oh my. What happened here?"
"Cafeteria incident," Mina said.
"He threw a tray at us," Hagakure added helpfully.
"It was an ACCIDENT—"
Recovery Girl held up a hand. "I'm sure it was, dear. Now, let's take a look."
She examined Mina first—mild concussion, nothing serious. A quick kiss from her Quirk, and the swelling went down.
Then she turned to Hagakure. "And you, dear?"
"I got hit on my cheek."
"Can you lower your—oh, right." Recovery Girl felt around gently until she found the bump. Another kiss, and Hagakure sighed in relief.
"There we go. You're both fine." She looked at Yuta with a knowing smile. "And you must be the culprit."
"...Unintentionally."
"Mm-hmm." She studied him for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. "You're looking well. Very well, actually. Have you been eating properly? Sleeping?"
"Uh... yes?"
"Good, good." She waved him off. "Try not to throw any more trays, dear. Now shoo, all of you. I have other patients."
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[IN FRONT OF RECOVERY GIRL'S OFFICE – 1:05 PM]
The door clicked shut behind them.
Yuta exhaled for what felt like the first time in fifteen minutes.
Mina rubbed the back of her head—now healed but still tender. Hagakure crossed her arms, the sleeves of her uniform puffing out in irritation.
Iida stood like a traffic cone with legs.
Midoriya hovered awkwardly, clearly trying to mediate.
And Yuta… wanted to evaporate.
Mina finally broke the silence.
"So. You seriously didn't mean it?"
"No," Yuta said, exhausted. "I promise. My Quirk usually can't move things more than a meter. I wasn't expecting… that."
Hagakure leaned forward—or at least, her sleeves did.
"You don't say."
Yuta winced. "Yeah. Again, sorry."
Mina let out a slow sigh. "Alright. Fine. Accidents happen. Just—maybe don't practice aim in the cafeteria?"
"I wasn't practicing aim—" He stopped. "…but yeah. Point taken."
Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck.
"Um, if it helps… your Quirk is interesting."
Yuta blinked. "Uh… thanks?"
"That wasn't a compliment," Hagakure said flatly. "That tray HURT."
"Noted."
Iida adjusted his glasses.
"As long as the matter is settled peacefully, we should return to our classrooms. Lunch period is nearly over."
Mina rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, class rep mode activated."
Hagakure jabbed a sleeve at Yuta.
"Don't do it again!"
Then she marched off with Mina in tow.
Iida followed, marching at full speed.
Midoriya lingered a moment longer.
"Um… seriously, though. Be careful. A lot of people in the cafeteria could've been hurt."
"I know," Yuta said. "It won't happen again."
Midoriya offered a small smile.
"Good. See you around."
Then he jogged off to catch up with his class.
And finally—finally—Yuta was alone.
He leaned against the hallway wall and let his head fall back with a dull thud.
"…I need to train."
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[GENERAL STUDIES CLASS 1-D– 1:13 PM]
He slipped back into the classroom just before the bell rang.
Kimura immediately leaned over.
"Are you expelled?"
"No."
Hana whispered, "Suspended?"
"No."
Tanaka looked impressed. "Alive?"
"Barely."
Their instructor glanced up from his laptop.
"Akutami, good. Take your seat. We'll be resuming with Quirk theory."
Yuta slumped into his chair.
Quirk theory.
'Great. Just what I need right now.' He groaned.
Nakamura-sensei continued her lecture, but Yuta barely heard a word. His thoughts were too loud.
The tray incident…
His Quirk reacting weirdly…
Something had changed.
He pressed his thumb against the corner of his desk.
A tiny kanji symbol pulsed into existence.
He nudged it.
The desk trembled—just slightly—then hovered a few inches off the floor. He rested his full body weight on it.
Nothing changed. The weight increase wasn't registered, the table didn't tremble, and he felt no additional strain of any sort.
That wasn't normal.
His Quirk didn't work like that before. He had used it just yesterday before heading off to school. He hadn't felt a thing.
What was with the difference now? It shouldn't improve. Quirks don't improve. Not like this.
Digging deeper with utmost attention, he finally realized what was going on after a few minutes. His limited Chakra was depleting.
'Is it the chakra? Is it bleeding into my Quirk?'
He swallowed. This .... Was out of his expectations.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? your lips are twitching." Hearing Kimura's kind reminder, Yuta's face darkened.
".."
Taking a deep breath, he corrected his facial features and put on a look of utmost concentration.
Meanwhile, his thoughts were spinning crazily.
If chakra was amplifying his Quirk…
If his ability to project control was increasing…
That changed everything.
'To think it would have such an effect. Is there something else I haven't noticed yet?'
Looks like the original plan to head to the library would have to be postponed. His original Quirk had no place in his training plans.
It was different now.
'This… might actually be a good thing. If I can get this under control.'
If he played it right, this was a shortcut. A real one. Not a Jutsu. Not hand seals. Not scrolls. Just him. His chakra. His Quirk. A hybrid system nobody else had.
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[U.A. COURTYARD – AFTER SCHOOL – 3:30 PM]
Classes ended.
Students spilled out across campus.
Yuta headed straight for the courtyard behind General Studies, the one nobody used because it was mostly just grass and a storage shed.
'No one's around.' He glanced left and right.
Perfect.
Dropping his bag, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and reached inward.
Chakra.
It responded to his call—warm and free flowing .. he raised his hand and concentrated. The little chakra he had flowed to his finger and condensed.
The next second, his finger was encased in a silvery white glow.
'It's simpler than I thought it would be." He thought with amazement at the sight.
He had initially thought condensing chakra into physical form would be difficult for him with his nearly non existent foundation.
Turns out ...
'Perhaps it's because the amount is too little.' He mused. 'Either that or I have good talent for Chakra control. It is a combination of Uchiha and Uzumaki bloodlines after all.'
This was good.
If he was as talented as sakura, then requirements for tree walking and water walking would decrease drastically. So the time needed to master it could be allocated elsewhere.
'Now then, for the moment of truth.'
He took a slow breath.
Then he pressed his palm on his backpack containing several thick textbooks.
A kanji symbol flickered.
The bag lifted an inch.
Two inches.
Five.
A foot.
Five feet.
Ten ...
Yuta opened his eyes.
"…Oh."
Though his chakra was being consumed, he felt no physical strain yet. No flicker unlike his Sharingan.
Instead of rising higher, he willed it to move further away. And so it did. One meter, two, four, six ... No distance limit—yet.
His control… had improved drastically.
Automatically.
'It really is the chakra.' A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. The world ... No. His world had just changed.