Ultimate Amiss I

Summary: He'll keep questioning it much later in life; what would have happened if he hadn't seen her that day.

Because there is a severe lack of these two as a pairing in any capacity. Therefore I will be adopting them until this is fixed.

The room is devoid of color, the fluorescent light hanging from above only serves to make this even more obvious as every surface is coated in a sheet of metal with even more metallic colored tools sitting on top of that. The machines in the corner are currently off, silent, giving a sort-of eerie feel to the room. Like it is sleeping but will come awake at any moment to catch some unexpecting prey in its jaws, to strap a person down on that table as doctors hover above them - his teachers.

It's bland and where he spends most of his time, wondering what insight his teachers will have for the day when they come by to check on him. It would still be at least ten minutes though, as he usually didn't wake up earlier than that and then his classes in the next room over would begin. It was a small section of Hope Peak's Academy, but to him it was his whole world. Where he was kept as a secret as the teachers explained the way the world worked and his part in it.

Izuru was to be the Ultimate Hope, filled with nothing but talent for every skill on this earth; even such things as mundane as being the best listener, more like therapist.

He sighed, reaching up to pull the metal grate over the window down by just a few inches to see outside. The window was placed just above the grass field, so it didn't offer much of a view, especially if something was up close. But for today there was no abandoned red ball obscuring his vision. He could see clearly, which could be considered a blessing since he hardly got an opportunity to open the window in the first place, it was much more colorful than this room, less bland. But eventually even the bright colors - the sunlight - would bore him. He would much rather be in that classroom, learning new things from his teachers.

His eyes caught on a group of people standing on the far side of the field, flitting over most of them only to pause midway through assessing them.

Izuru's gaze had stopped on a girl with a thick mass of curls, blonde and tied up into two pigtails. The head of a white bunny with pointed ears kept the left one pinned into place, while a large white and red bow kept the hair on the right pinned. Her eyes were a bright blue, but it seemed... unnatural.

As he continued to watch her, her movements seemed odd as well, bright and hyper for the next few seconds the group was talking, but becoming more subdued after they had walked away. It didn't take long for her behavior to change again when one of the students ran back to her, guitar in hand, talking animatedly, body always in motion. In fact, the girl appeared to be mimicking the other, not in such a way to be taken rudely, just joining in with the guitar girl's energetic aura.

It was clearly a mask, every single action was measured out carefully, to keep the changes subtle. Unless you possessed an eye that was trained to notice these things. Like him and probably a few other Ultimates.

This girl, undoubtedly an Ultimate since she attended the Academy was now walking alongside the guitar wielding blue-haired one into the school. Even from just seeing her back it bothered Izuru, that tugging in the back of his mind.

The feeling that he had seen her before.

But he couldn't call up the memory that contained her. Memories if she was in more than one, and he got the sense that she was.

His tongue moved unbidden in his mouth, trying to draw the familiar syllables from his throat, but the air around him remained empty. The only sound came from the door leading into the room sliding open.

"Izuru Kamukura?" His gaze moved from the window and to the door, to the man that stood in the frame, Yasuke Matsuda: his neurologist, fellow student, and Ultimate. "Are you ready to begin today?"

He glanced back to the window for a moment, but the girl was gone now. "Yeah," Izuru muttered, sliding the grate back into place and leaving the screws to it on his mattress. One of the teachers would probably put them back later and eventually he would take them out again, no matter what enhancements they added to the grate.

He was an Ultimate after all, they couldn't actually stop him from doing something if he happened to get bored. Which was about ninety percent of the time.