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Loaded up into a van on a bleak almost winter-ish feeling kind of day, the Rockstar quirked Hero-to-be was greeted with a yet more dismal sight (if that can be believed) as their view transformed outside the bus windows from the renovating city to the rubble filled outskirts where construction had come to a damn crawl. Kaito had lived out here once upon a time and good graces were the only reason his family hadn't just stayed in this shithole area. Mom wanted a home, dad wanted to leave, and their son was stuck in the middle of that unending discussion every time something terrible happened to his father. 
It was hard not to think about the consequences of action or inaction when looking at the rubble. To keep himself busy on the trip over, he had taken to humming a tune on the radio he had heard the other day. Not quite remembering how it went, the humming had gone from a distinct tune to something of a mish-mash as he filled in the blanks. Despite the rather lackluster 'performance' that it was, there was an inkling of a tingle in his body as his quirk, [i]POWER CHORD[/i], started to swell bit by bit. A tad unsatisfying to let the energy go on a simple hum but it was better than letting it fade. 

At his feet was his guitar case, a relic the old man at the music store had given him as a reward for enrollment in the hero school. On the seat next to him, a very small water resistant amp. It ran on its own internal battery and could hold the charge for up to 5 hours when left on but preserving it wasn't really an option as Kaito wondered what 'task' the students were going to be put through. Not that it mattered. In combat or rescue missions, his job was support. Boost the team and do what you could. 

"Shitty quirk." The humming broken, POWER CHORD was put to a halt. The moment he touched someones shoulder they'd get the feeling of static electricity and maybe whatever it felt like to drink a shot of espresso, but it wouldn't do much in terms of skill boosting. Not like a real performance would do. Speaking of, the bus had stopped and the students escorted outside into easily the bleakest weather ever. Despite the thick leather jacket and longsleeve shirt, the cold still bit at his face and eyes. While Kaito set up the amp and hooked up his guitar, the 'teacher' gave instructions. Find survivor dolls, fend of fake villains, earn a score. Simple.
The speed quirk students had the edge since handling the doll seemed to be unimportant, and the combat students would likely go to the fighting like moths to flame. 
So where were people like him. The forgotten and incapable? Maybe that was a harsh way of putting it but as a support hero whos quirk only helped one person at a time it felt like this was a test to see how low a support hero could score. To generate a charge for power chord meant time spent playing, transferring that energy, and making sure to keep it going but that meant no time to run or help without losing his quirk generation.

[color=0072bc]"Lets do this."[/color] Whispering the words under his breathe, Kaito pressed play on the music recorder attached to the amp. Multiple recordings of a single song were put on it depending on what instrument part the boy was going to fill in but all of the songs lacked vocals of any kind. Not even complete songs. For whatever reason, they simply never got added in.
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Power Chord responded instantly to the feeling coursing through as his fingers worked their magic on the chords, perfectly in sync to the music as it did so many times. Endless hours with his headset on practicing, over and over, to recreate the melody until it was indistinguishable to the original. If it wasn't perfect it wasn't worth doing!
All he needed now was someone to take the power and use it.