Slumber Party (Class 1-C)

“Hot damn,” said Darren as he ducked right in time under the mattress had sent flying with only a short crackle of kinetic energy to betray the use of his quirk. The big “pillow” flew right over his back, headed for the fort.

Earlier, he ate a pillow to the back of the head and immediately after, Kutsu called back all of his animals, including Buddy, who darted from the top of Darren’s head to the space between two pillows of the makeshift fort Mira had been making. In the confusion, the delinquent didn’t have time to properly catch her with a pillow counterattack to the face, but he had recognized the high pitch and hispanic accent of Evian Girl. She wouldn’t get away so easy.

He got back up and spied the blue-haired girl wriggling her way inside the fort, so Darren threw both pillows at her ass to teach her a lesson. Doing so sent his head spinning. Such a thing normally didn’t send his head spinning; it reminded the blonde delinquent he had to take a piss break. “All right, time out, I have to take a piss break,” he helpfully informed his classmates as he dodged one of pillows Yumi threw. He almost lost his balance and had to hop on one foot a couple time to catch it again.

He headed for the bathroom in which he had left his sports bag, and at the bottom of the bag was the 300ml water bottle. He made sure to lock the door behind him, unscrewed the cap and took a big gulp. Too big a gulp, in fact.

If you had been following the recent events at U.A. High, you might have guessed already that it wasn’t exactly a regular 300ml water bottle. The water bottle was in fact a QED bottle, or “quirk enhancing drug”. Darren didn’t lose any time filling up a few when he heard about drugs in the water. He had promptly proceeded to drink an entire bottle, get extremely high and jump around the school causing property damage.

The price of such fun were the severe withdrawal effects that users experienced from the first ingestion of QED. Ever one to take shortcuts in life, though, Darren had found out online that you could help withdrawals effects by weaning yourself off the drug, essentially micro-dosing for a few days. Unfortunately, this required a discipline and iron will not to to do drugs that the delinquent sorely missed.

He was bound to make a mistake at some point, and he made one just now. The pillow fight had gotten him thirsty and, by force of habit, Darren followed the first gulp with another mouthful of water. it was down his throat before he realized his mistake. He tried washing it down with regular water. It didn’t work. He had ingested enough QED to be well over micro dosing at this point, and well into regular “get high” dosages. He could feel the synapses in his brain firing and firing and making him think a thousand thoughts.

He slapped himself on both cheeks in a pitiful effort to fight off the high. The slaps sent ripples on his cheeks. It was funny. He did it again. And another time. It was like throwing rocks into water, but he could feel it on his cheeks and it was funny. He did it once more, and then decided that he had spent enough time in the bathroom and it would be suspicious if he stayed any longer.

His thoughts were even more dispersed than before as he stepped out, taking care of hiding his bottle at the bottom of his sports bag that he forgot to close and hide and left wide open on the counter. His gait was odd, with a precarious sense of balance to it, as if he was more or less successfully catching a fall with each step, as he made his way back to the pillow battleground that was the main room.

He stopped to contemplate the chaos, looking far removed, a dumber than usual smile adorning his face.

Our class is a good one, he thought wholesomely, with only partial help from the drug. It really is a good one, he thought again as he dodged a pillow. A good bunch of folks. Yep. Very fun, very good, he thought, glancing at the broken table, nodding not-so-wisely to himself.

Perhaps a healthy dosage of drugs was all the delinquent needed to get along with people.