Danny's hero costume is described in this chapter. Essentially, it's this pic above from Pinterest but with red instead of blue.

I'm working on another update for Motivation, I swear-

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"Hey hey, you two, how's it hangin'?"

Danny sincerely hoped that the man who was speaking wasn't above thirty-five. If he was, then... no. "Um. Hi... Sensei?"

He also hoped that the man was, in fact, a teacher. From Ignacio's description, the guy was definitely a hero—no one else that was sane dressed like that out in public. But that didn't necessarily mean that he taught at Yūei.

"That's right, I'm gonna be your English teacher for the next three years, ya dig?" the man cheered, his enthusiastic expression obvious through his accented voice alone. "Present Mic is in the house, and you listeners can follow me!"

Dios Mio-

"How's that gonna work, exactly, if we're both fluent?" Ignacio asked skeptically as they began the walk to the school, no doubt making the same face he'd worn when their dad had told them English classes were mandatory. There was no doubt in either of their minds that the classes wouldn't be nearly on the level they were already at, since it was the equivalent of a foreign language class.

Plus, well, learning languages wasn't really that hard for the Hayashi family compared to other subjects. Considering the fact that they moved every three to four years, becoming fluent as fast as possible was of utmost importance.

Danny heard the leather of Present Mic's jacket shift, indicating that he was most likely shrugging. "Dunno for you, actually," he admitted with a laugh, surprisingly enough. "But I think we're just gonna bump your bro up to English with the third years like another exchange student from America."

"Can I, like... test out and have a free period or something?" Danny asked, looking to where he assumed the hero's face to be. That was something he'd done back in middle and high school in the States with Spanish, German, French, and Chinese. He'd signed up for Spanish in seventh grade and tested out all the way to the AP level for some easy college credits (that he'd never use). In eighth, it was German's time. Then, in ninth grade, he'd done the same thing for the last two.

Honestly, it was kinda funny seeing his classmates' reactions when they realized that he was more or less fluent in six different languages. Unfortunately, schools in the States didn't usually offer classes for Italian, so he couldn't do all of them, but it was still pretty damn hilarious.

"'Fraid not, 'lil Hayashi," Present Mic replied apologetically, reaching the front door and presumably holding it open for both of them. "For your second and third years, yeah, but it's a required class, d'ya hear?"

Fuck.

"Ah, cool," Danny replied blandly, trusting in his brother to make sure he didn't slam face-first into a wall or something. He'd rather not use his cane unless he had to, since it showed a form of perceived 'weakness'.

Like, 'Oh, no! Poor kid has to use a glorified stick to get around; we can't let him go catch criminals! That's too dangerous!'

In short, pity was annoying and he hated it. Especially for someone who wanted to become a hero, yet was forcefully shoved in the 'helpless' category anyway.

"First up, let's go show you your classrooms!" Present Mic announced, trying way too hard. Unless that was just his personality, but Danny knew quite a few heroes from his old school who projected a different persona while in-costume. Maybe the exuberant blond—or, at least Danny assumed he was a blond since his brother had described his head as a banana—was one of them?

They climbed one flight of stairs—Danny's hand very nearly having a death grip on the handrail—and down a hall, where they stopped. All the while, the hero was chattering along about one thing or another the school did.

"Right here, we have 1-A. Your class, 'lil Hayashi," Present Mic explained, having apparently given him an original nickname. Wow, using his last name and a version of 'short', so creative.

As if he could hear his thoughts, Ignacio smacked him upside the head.

Danny promptly grabbed the wrist of the offending limb, twisted, and executed a wrist-lock takedown on his brother. Ignacio let out an unflattering yelp and crashed in a heap to the wooden floorboards below.

"I feel like I should mention that fighting on-campus isn't allowed unless ya got permission," Present Mic raised the point, having just watched while the two brothers wrestled on the floor.

"Dang it," Danny deadpanned, gripping his brother's head of wavy hair and pulling it towards him and over Ignacio's flailing arm. All the while, his legs squeezed tighter from where they were locked in a triangle around Ignacio's chest and neck. Essentially, he was being choked from both the sides of his neck and on his own arm.

"Tap," his brother wheezed, his semi-free hand flapping against Danny's thigh to signal his surrender. He sucked in a breath and coughed. "Dios, your legs are strong."

Present Mic cleared his throat while the boys clambered back to their feet and fixed their hair and clothes. "Anyhow, this here's 1-A. Since there's already twenty kiddos in each class, an extra desk'll be in there tomorrow. Probably back right, if you look at it from the front."

Back row, to the right...

"Is it a window seat?" Danny asked.

Beside him, Ignacio slapped his face and groaned.

"Er... yeah?"

"Heh. We get to be the main characters, Nacho," Danny grinned, patting his brother on the shoulder. "Let's stare broodingly out the window and contemplate our existences together."

"Please stop with the anime references," Ignacio practically begged.

"Dunno what that's all about, but let's keep it movin'!" Present Mic interjected, promptly info-dumping the names of all Danny's teachers and what subject they taught.

A dude named Aizawa Shōta was his homeroom teacher, and he apparently went by his actual name instead of 'Eraser Head' in school. Followed by that was just a list of his classes, since the order was different every day, for some reason.

Ah, whatever. Danny was used to integrating into different cultures by now. He'd lived in way too many countries for someone that was only fifteen.

Anyway, the R-Rated hero, Midnight, taught art, Ectoplasm taught math, Cementoss taught Mod Lit, blah blah blah, and freakin' All Might was in charge of heroics.

The guy, while reaaaally famous in Japan, was still pretty damn popular in the States because of his old partnership with David Shield. Almost everyone knew who he was.

After that, Present Mic led them up two more flights of stairs to Ignacio's class, 3-D. He then proceeded to give the brothers a second info dump, listing off a bunch of subjects and unfamiliar names. For the most part, Ignacio's teachers weren't even heroes. Just regular citizens that took mandatory self-defense courses.

Then came the tour of the building. What hall went where, the divisions of the lunchroom, where the nurse's office was, etcetera, etcetera. In all honesty, Danny and Ignacio were probably going to sit together until someone made them move. Divisions by year were just... lame.

Before they knew it, Present Mic stopped in front of a doorway that smelled awfully familiar.

"Okay, so here are the first years' locker rooms for the heroics course," he said, a grin evident in his voice.

Ah. Locker room smell was universal.

"'Lil Hayashi, you can change in there for your mock physical exam. Taller Hayashi, you're welcome to watch, alright?"

Ah, right. Danny'd almost forgotten that he was going to take a test of some kind to 'judge his potential'. Yūei did have videos of his training and Quirk in action, courtesy of Carmine, but they still wanted to see everything in person.

"Cool," he nodded, gripping the strap of his duffel and ducking into the locker room. The second the door closed behind him, he immediately yanked down his blindfold and tugged open the bag's zipper.

Inside lay his hero costume, all rumpled from running up the hill and his impromptu wrestling match. Essentially, it was a glorified black robe with red highlights that deliberately appeared ripped in certain places. Even so, the fabric was all connected into a top and bottom and was in no danger of unraveling.

Ah, yes, hero fashion.

Danny peeled off his clothes and slipped on his costume with familiarity, starting with the basic long-sleeved shirt and pants. Both were solely black with no highlights. Next came the belt cinched around his waist, red-soled and sturdy boots that went just past his ankles, and kneepads.

The teen then clamped on his forearm covers, which were made of a more durable material. Blunt crimson spikes extruded from the length and were curved like the claws of a dragon.

Finally, he draped the cropped cloak of sorts over his shoulders. This was the part that was 'fashionably ripped', alongside being longer on his left than his right.

Danny resolved not to tell anyone that he'd originally had a waist length cloak before getting it all ripped in a fight with a villain. He'd kept the torn-up look to remind himself of the danger he'd face every day as a fully-fledged hero.

Oh, and he also dyed more red highlights into the fabric. Couldn't forget the aesthetic of the whole outfit.

"Oh, how I missed you," Danny grinned down at the final item in his bag, lifting out the sleek black goggles. The strap wrapped securely around his entire head, with built-in ear protection. His hearing was extremely sensitive thanks to going most of his life when he wasn't alone without seeing. Auditory attacks would render him completely useless, hence the protection.

But that wasn't even the best part. The goggles could track his eye movements and operate accordingly. If Danny deliberately widened his eyes, the material covering his vision would instantly turn transparent and allow him to use his Quirk. Conversely, should he narrow his eyes, it would return to absolute opacity.

Then, of course, there was the mirror setting where he could turn his Quirk on himself. To activate that, all he had to do was blink each eye twice in either order.

Ah, Carmine's support pathway was fantastic.

In the meantime, though, Danny just left the goggles on their default setting of blackout mode. He wouldn't need the other two quite yet.

Hero costume donned, he popped back out of the locker room with his clothes zipped away in the duffle and handed everything off to a waiting Ignacio. "Gracias."

"Day one-hundred and sixty-three of saying that your costume's so extra," his brother said dryly, slinging the bag over a shoulder.

"Day one-hundred and sixty-three of saying that me importa un carajo," Danny rolled his eyes under the goggles, the feeling of not having fabric constantly pressed against his skin freeing.

"Allllright, let's get this show on the road!" Present Mic said with a grin in his tone, swiftly leading the brothers off in another direction. According to Danny's under-construction mental map, they were going towards the training grounds.

A short walk outside later confirmed it, when Danny momentarily widened his eyes to see and was greeted by a mock city. It was pretty similar to Carmine's training grounds, actually, since they had a guy who could make practically any building he drew appear physically. He made a killing as both a rescue hero and an architect, that was for sure.

"Here's the situation," Present Mic began, lowering his voice conspiratorially and filling it with dramatic suspense. "Within the city, there's a villain on the loose. The police couldn't catch them, so they called the nearest hero... you."

A pretty standard drill, from the looks of it so far. No pressure.

"Any casualties or hostages?" Danny asked, no room for his usual relaxed and joking tone in a situation like this. Not that it was real right now, but that didn't mean something like it would never happen.

"Four people have been shot: three of them civilians and one of them a policeman," the hero answered gravely, such a drastic change from his earlier personality that the teen was tempted to take a peek and see if he was still the same person. "Your job is to catch the villain without getting 'shot', while preventing more people from harm."

"Paintballs?" Danny queried, 'looking' up at Present Mic skeptically. Sure, he was wearing clothing that was protective enough against such a projectile, but getting hit anywhere on his head not covered by his goggles would hurt like a bitch.

"Yep," the hero confirmed, the grin back in his tone. "Good luck out there, Psyche. Me 'n your big bro will be watching."

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Total Word Count: 2110

I'd say I'm sorry for making Danny a fan of anime, but I'd be lying. Now I'm just wondering why I always have to give my characters (a) fandom(s) to obsess over. Like, Kazue from Motivation has his manga collection (most of which is romance), Danny has anime (btw I need a favorite to give him), and another character that's in my drafts is a big fan of Marvel and DC.

Anywho, my short king's about to fight a 'villain'. Any guesses as to who it is before chapter four eventually comes out? Or, better yet, what Danny's Quirk is and how it could be used on himself?