Reactor Boy's Rocky Start

Shiketsu Academy, 1-D Dorm Rooms

He did it.

It had been a long 5 years since Shinohara declared his intentions to go to Shiketsu. Years that consisted of constant learning and improvements, of trials and tribulations. Not to mention the rigorous testing he had to take to make it into (what he thinks is) the premier hero course in all of Japan.

Frankly, Shinohara was surprised he lived long enough to see the buildings he once only dreamed about walking into. Whether it was the constant worry of permanently phasing into plasma, a wrongly calculated experiment instantly killing him, or of course the abundance of suicidal thoughts for the wholekilling his own parents thing, the cold scythe of Death had been around his neck for longer than he could remember. But he'd made it. And as cheesy as it was, it was indeed a Miracle that he did.

Though it wasn't only Miracles that brought him here to stand at the pinnacle of what what men and women could become. Shinohara wasn't the same helpless weeping child from what seemed like an eternity ago to the teenager in question.

He stood at a mighty 5 ft 4 and weighed an astounding 125 lbs (35 of them being his now metal arms, so he actually weighs about 90lbs) of semi-well honed muscle. Due to his prodigious rate of studying even the most complex of topics, he had a lot of spare time do a fuckton of sit-ups and squats, so he was rewarded with an honestly pretty nice looking six pack and developed legs going into the Shiketsu Hero Course.

Of course, the real star of the show were Shinohara's new A.R.M.S. he made in preparation for his first year of heroics.

Augmented Regulators: Mobile Standard. Sure it wasn't the pinnacle of mechanical technology what with the X.T's and Rika Eichi's running about, but it was still a marvel to behold considering it made from scrap metal from junked cars. Shinohara was honestly somewhat thankful for having prosthetic arms when he went digging around in piles of sharp metal scrap tens of times large than he was. If he was a normal person he would've caught tetanus 100 times over with all of the scratches from deeply rusted metal he got all over his former prosthetic arms.

But it was more than worth it. Removing the rust on the steel wasn't hard, heating the metal does wonders for breaking up rust, and ol' Miracle had plenty of heat to spare. But the real prizes were the metals that didn't rust and were found in old engines, Titanium and Tungsten. Truly one man's trash was another man's treasure. With those components, some finagling and a LOT of heat he managed to make a somewhat reliable stockpile of WTi (Titanium Tungsten Alloy, though likely with more Titanium in terms of weight percentage than irl but the point is its something that could feasibly be used to make sci-fi cyborg arms and be found in used car engines). So much so in fact that Shinohara took sizable chunk of the metal into the dorm rooms in order to make further use of it, whether it be in modifications for his arms, or just any technology in general. A backup generator never hurt anyone afterall.

Overall, the A.R.M.S. could reliably be used as...well...arms with precise enough movements to use writing utensils and tools. It could also easily channel plasma, making it quite versatile for combative purposes as well if he ever does have to go hand-to-hand as anybody that touches it will get a nasty shock and burn, let alone the other combative modifications he was making schematics for.

Though Shinohara still lamented the loss of any and all feeling in what used to be one of the most sensitive parts of his body. He could only feel the bare minimum impulse that he was "touching" something and nothing else. The softness of a pillow, the subtle tailwind of the breeze, the chill of winter and the heat of summer. Never again would Miracle feel these wonderful things with his hands.

He couldn't even fully appreciate the feeling of finally opening the gates and doors that would hopefully change his life for the better. Though the symbolism made him have a resounding grin upon his usually at best neutral "concentration" face. He was finally here! He was gonna be a hero!

Though that grin would soon be replaced with a face of confusion as Shinohara got a sudden and severe case of the heeby jeebies. Well, more than he usually did. Which was surprising considering just how cooked his mental state was. He knew he shouldn't be that nervous without something external causing it. And so, as a true tradesman's boy he instantly and nigh-instinctually vocalized a,

"The fuck?!"

As he comically looked side-to-side for whatever was causing the new intrusion in his already chaotic headspace. It would seem he found the culprit as the feeling got a decent bit worse as he looked upon a fellow aspiring hero (as far as he knew) who had wings with bright and colorful plumage as well as a serpentine tail.

To Shinohara's credit, as soon as he realized that the fellow teen's quirk was causing the phenomenon and rationalized it was likely intentional due to the somberness on his face, he returned to a normal state(or whatever would pass for his "normal"). Unintentional side effects to a quirk were something he could more than sympathize with. Speaking of side effects to his quirk, the feeling of existential dread coming from potential immediate death was something Shinohara was frighteningly very familiar with, so he decided to try to correct his relationship with the bird-snake-whatever boy that was in front of him. So he bowed in front of him and began socializing to the best of his ability.

"Sorry, got spooked there and acted like an idiot. I'm Shinohara Katsuryoku, nice to meet you. Btw is there any way you could like turn the part of your quirk thats fuckin' with people's heads off or down? Ya know like addin' a crrrraaank down in a mental file? "

The snake boy paused for a bit before responding.

"No Problem. And no."

The bird-snake-whatever boy then just walked off to the dorm without introducing himself. Shinohara just shifted his eyebrows and looked on by as he kept walking.

"Alrighty then. Good talk."

Shinohara then wisely decided he should prioritize going to the dorms as well. He saw many new things and kinds of people he hadn't had the opportunity to witness in his quite sheltered life. Such as an apathetic looking boy sporting several large tentacles for legs, and even a fridge that Shinohara initially considered scrapping for parts until he saw a fascimile of a Shiketsu Uniform on it. He (unintentionally) interacted with some of the new people and things he saw, though some interactions were less positive than others.

A voice that came from the shoulders of another student he was walking with in the hall spoke to Shinohara

"Look at you boy, replacing your flesh with metal in a worthless gamble for power. Or what, did you lose it? How does one even manage to lose two entire arms before even becoming an adult! How pathetic."

Shinohara looked to his right to see the source of the quite grating voice being a lizard with an admittedly dopey looking face as well as the source of the one that was currently mumbling at said lizard to stop what he was doing. The lizard's dopey smile had a spiteful edge while the boy looked as if he was geniunely pleading for it to stop. Shinohara decided to get to the bottom of this.

"Its the not even the first day. Can we just not? I promise you don't wanna do this."

Shnohara looked at the lizard straight in its face, which carried what could only be described as a devilish grin. The one carrying it bowed, sighed , and gave an explanation.

"I apologize for that, I am Kirisuto Hiro. This is my quirk Adversary. He has an unfortunate penchant for causing problems for me and others. "

As polite as Kirisuto was, Shinohara had no such regard for that style of propriety.

"So you're permanently attached to hardwired a Grade-A cockwaffle? That sucks."

While Kirisuto would normally admonish such vulgarity, he was technically the one that started this so he just decided to go with a simple

"Indeed."

Thus they went their seperate ways, Shinohara to the left and Kiristuto to the right, where Shinohara would go to room 219. But something else made him take a detour.

A empty storage room. Right next to the room of the quite mad scientist. How convenient.

Shinohara strolled straight in as if he owned the place. For all intents and purposes he likely would for the foreseeable future. There was even a breaker panel! Looks like the 1-D Dorms were getting a power upgrade whether they liked it or not.

The Miracle now sported a mad grin as devilish as the one The Adversary gave him earlier, with a twist of insane glee and maniacal cackling replacing the sheer spite that the lizard possessed. He was already drafting schematics in his head that he could use this space to make. Of course he needed a workbench and some other equipment, but that could made or brought in before the school year even began. He unpacked the WTi and the other parts that he brought and sat it in the corner of the room for future use.

As much as his quirk was powerful, Shinohara's mind was just as great a weapon against the enemies of good. Or against the sanity of his now guardians that were assigned to teach him lessons about heroism. With this "little" nook in the dorms, he could make full use of it to build upon and hopefully improve the lives of himself those around him with impunity. And oh boy did he intend to.

Once Shinohara got his fill of the space he would soon designate as his workshop regardless what anyone else said to him, he went over to room 219, opening the door to find the other occupant unsurprisingly already inside.

The admittedly mad grin still plastered onto Shinohara's face perturbed the vampire look-alike that was sulking in the room watching a boxing anime . He then let out a sigh and spoke in a dull tone.

"So you're my roomate huh. I'm Romero Ketsueki."

Shinohara got his head out of the lethal-if-they-weren't-imaginary energy vapor cloud and greeted his roomie with the leftover enthusiasm and excitement gained from the notion that he just got a brand new workplace practically for free.

"Oh yeah, I'm your roomie alright! Nice to meet ya! I'm Shinohara Katsuryoku!"

That unnerved him even more. Romero sighed even deeper than before. It seemed he got paired with one of the crazies. Great.

First Day of School

Over the next days, the two roommates didn't interact much outside of the bare minimum, what with Shinohara setting up his workshop of dreams and safety hazards and Romero just wanting to binge anime and not having much interest in whatever his cyborg roommate was making.

Thus, it was time for Shinohara to introduce himself. He was still wrapped up in his own world since he got the space and time to experiment as he pleased as nobody knew yet, asides from Romero who didn't give enough of a fuck to tell anybody else.

He just casually walked up and said,

"I'm Shinohara Katsuyoku, hope we get along."

And then went straight back to his desk to think about anything more interesting than introducing himself to the class.

"You forgot your Questionnaire"

Shinohara then got back up and went to get the questionnaire, blushing a bit as various giggles came about him throughout the room.

QUESTION ONE:

What is a hero to you? What drives you to be a hero? Are there any heroes that you look up to? If not, what are your criticisms of the world of heroes?

A Hero is someone who protects his fellow man and woman from any harm, whether from villains, natural disasters or even their fears no matter the cost. To become something more by helping the ones around you. I don't have any heroes I'm a particular fan of. Criticisms? Well, its about the fact that Hero Society mostly isn't focused on what's been listed above. We have a job to protect people, not pockets or egos..

QUESTION TWO:

How do you feel about certain homeroom teachers taking five minute smoke breaks?

I mean....I'd rather you not but it's not like I care enough to stop getting free 5 minute breaks in class"

QUESTION THREE:

Which of your fellow classmates do you think you'll get along with the best, and which do you think the worst? Don't forget why! This will not change your seating arrangement.

Idunno. I've only interacted with like 3 of em', and I guess the rest seem nice enough. I don't like the orange lizard but that doesn't matter."

QUESTION FOUR:

How do you feel about your quirk? Do you enjoy using it? Do you dislike it? Is there anything about it you would change? What about fighting? How do you feel about fighting? With or without your quirk? How does it make you feel to engage in fisticuffs with another being?

*"It's power. pure, refined, and nigh-unlimited power. Isn't that what every man dreams of? The power to forge their own destiny, to be unbeholden to any rules but the ones set by yourself and your ambition? I find it quite nice, though I'll admit having to eat about 1/4th of my body weight (about 10kgs not accounting for the A.R.M.S.) Is a hassle. Alas ,an elephant must graze to maintain it's great size and power. As for fighting, I'm not all that good at it, but I am both good and happen to very much like blasting things. If one of those things happens to be a villain or a sparring partner who take it, I'm all for it."

QUESTION FIVE:

If you were to schedule your perfect day tomorrow, what would it look like?

*"I'd be spending it with my parents again In the lab all day, working to improve my life and other's so the next day can be even more perfect.

FINAL QUESTION:

What is your most cherished memory? Did you share it with others? Or was it in a moment of quiet introspection? How did it affect you as a person? Is it painful to look back on now?

*Playing catch with Mom and Dad When I managed to get my A.R.M.S. up and cooking. Being able to turn a page of a book in less than 10 seconds or use a screwdriver or a spoon never felt so good. Of course being able to reliably channel my Quirk helped with a lot of things too.