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@dailylogandoodle I love this question! If I'm understanding you right, I think you're asking why I gave Roman this particular quirk. I know Roman absolutely loves being the center of attention, and he loves drama. I think he also has some insecurities and a lot to prove. Those all really come together with his desire to live up to his famous parents. He would spend a lot of time honing and strengthening his power, and learning to make it flashy and showy, and I think the light power really allows him to do that in a way that is both powerful and attractive, to some extent. I definitely wanted something as powerful but more refined than Bakugo's power from the original series (if you're familiar) and that was also a little less destructive and more beautiful. He still has only really scratched the surface of his power.

Also, I don't want to give anything away, but I will say his quirk has some symbolic significance that will become obvious later. ;)

I promised I would post this at the 3,000 follower mark, so today is the day!

Quirky - A High School Superhero AU - Sanders Sides

(US Boku No Hero Academia AU)

Warning: Contains mentions of mild violence, contains ableist comments, contains swearing, contains bullying

Virgil ran his fingernail along a groove in the side of the wooden desk. Somebody’s initials had been scratched in pencil, long since smudged and faded. The first letter was an I, but the second was almost impossible to make out - an N, maybe?

In his anxiousness not to show up late to his first day at UA, Virgil had arrived almost an hour early to the classroom, and hadn’t even had the bravery to turn on the lights. He checked his watch. He’d been waiting almost half an hour. Was he in the right place? Maybe the class location had been changed and he’d arrived so early that he hadn’t heard. Maybe the first day of classes had been postponed. Maybe the admissions committee was playing a joke on him. Maybe-

The classroom door opened, and two boys peered into the room. The first was short, and Virgil didn’t recognize him. The second boy was tall, and wore glasses. He’d been in Virgil’s entrance exam. Neither of them had visible quirks.

Better not underestimate them.

“Hello,” the shorter boy said. His voice was cheerful and round. “Do you mind if I turn on the lights?”

Virgil shook his head, and blinked as the lights came on.

“You were in my entrance exam, weren’t you?” the boy with glasses said. Virgil nodded. “I’m Logan.”

“Virgil.”

“You must be very skilled in using your quirk subtly,” Logan said. “I didn’t see you at all after the exam started.”

“Do you have a invisibility quirk?” the shorter boy asked, sliding into a desk next to Virgil’s. “There’s a girl in the general class with an invisibility quirk; I can’t believe she didn’t try out for the hero program.”

“No, I-”

“I’m Terrence, by the way,” the boy said. “Logan and I went to middle school together.” He extended his hand. Virgil shook it. As he did, more students entered the classroom, two boys and two girls, all chatting. They must have gone to middle school together. One of the girls sneezed, and a few electrical sparks shot out of her nose. The boys laughed.

I can guess what her quirk is, Virgil thought. There’s going to be a lot of competition.

A boy with golden hair slid into the seat in front of Virgil. He was the first student to sit in the front row. He turned around and smiled, and his teeth were so bright Virgil almost had to look away, but only nodded in return.

He seems confident. He must have a really great quirk. Virgil’s stomach twisted into bunny ears, and knotted.

Students were finally filling the room, and Virgil’s anxiety about his timing was replaced by a great feeling of inadequacy. How had he managed to pass the entrance exam when there were so many powerful competitors?

A girl walked into the room alone, and Virgil looked at the clock. Two minutes until class started. Was this everyone?

The door opened one more time. Someone held it open from the outside as a boy in a wheelchair rolled into the room. Whispers began.

“Was he at your entrance exam?” Terrence asked.

“No, not mine,” Logan said. Around the room, other students were saying the same thing.

“What do you suppose his quirk is, running people over?” the boy with golden hair asked. The girl next to him snickered.

The boy in the wheelchair was smiling, though he must have been able to hear the whispers, which quieted as a tall man, who had been holding the door, came inside. This must be the homeroom teacher.

“Good morning,” the man said in a lilting voice. A few students muttered greetings back.

“That’s Thomas Sanders,” Logan whispered. “He was top hero for three years in a row as Multi-Man.”

Virgil swallowed. He’d seen Multi-Man on the news years ago, his many forms running to stop crime and rescue disaster victims. He’d dropped off the map at a young age to pursue a career in education, but Virgil had no idea he taught at UA. It made sense; UA hired only the best for their hero program, and Multi-Man was one of the best.

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