Bad Rabbit; a hero of both sides!

The day was clear as John and Elena made their way through the bustling streets of Japan. The sun was high in the sky, casting long shadows across the ground, as they approached their destination—Rumi Usagiyama's home. The famous hero, known for her incredible speed and agility, lived in a quiet, peaceful neighborhood, far from the chaos of her public life. John couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation. This was no longer just a meeting with a hero—this was a step into a new world, one that could hold more answers than he could have imagined.

Elena adjusted her bag over her shoulder as she looked down at her son. "You ready for this?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of excitement and concern.

John gave her a small, enigmatic smile. "I guess we'll see."

They reached the front gate of the dojo, where Rumi had agreed to meet them. The gate creaked open slowly, and the large wooden doors revealed a spacious courtyard where various training equipment was set up. Rumi herself was already waiting, her athletic frame silhouetted against the backdrop of the dojo. She wore her hero costume, the iconic rabbit ears and athletic gear that made her one of Japan's most famous heroes.

"Ah, Elena!" Rumi called with a wide grin, her voice full of energy. "It's been way too long! And I see you've brought the rumored champ along with you."

Elena chuckled and stepped forward, exchanging a warm hug with her cousin. "Good to see you, Rumi. I'm so glad we could make it. John's been curious about his quirk, and... well, I thought it would be good to bring him to meet you."

John hung back for a moment, studying Rumi. She was impressive—strong, fast, and confident. He had a lot to learn from her. But he also knew she was here to figure out exactly what kind of quirk he had, and he was eager to see her reaction.

Rumi turned to John, smiling warmly. "So, you're the kid with the big potential, huh? I've heard some things about your quirk. I bet it's interesting. What's it like?"

John paused for a moment, taking in the hero's genuine curiosity. "It's... like technology and rabbits," he said, his voice a little too calm for the subject. "Let me show you."

Before either Elena or Rumi could react, John's body shimmered for a moment, and then he shifted. His form morphed and twisted until he was standing before them as Glitchtrap—the stitched-up, ragged mascot figure, with glitching digital elements flashing across his body. He grinned beneath the mask, the eerily distorted smile adding an unsettling touch to the transformation.

Rumi blinked, her face a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Okay, that's... interesting. Kind of like a creepy, haunted stitched up mascot. I've seen something like this before." She walked a few steps closer, eyeing John up and down, her brow furrowed. "But you know, this one kind of... looks like it's been sitting in a old man's house for a while. It's, uh, got that 'pedo' vibe going."

John didn't respond immediately. Instead, he shifted again, his body warping into Springtrap, the more refined, clean counterpart to Glitchtrap. The suit was still heavily robotic, but now it had the sleek design of a classic animatronic, minus the horror-movie decay. His movements were smoother, his frame more formidable, and he stood up straighter, towering slightly over Rumi.

"Springtrap," John muttered, his voice slightly muffled by the mask. "It's less pedo, at least."

Rumi stepped back, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. "Okay, now that is creepy. It looks like a dead body could have easily died in that suit. Seriously, kid, I don't know what kind of quirk you have, but this is a bit too much for me."

John didn't even flinch at her comment. He already knew she didn't understand the deeper implications of what she was seeing. He had no intention of explaining it. To her, it was just some weird amalgamation of technology and death. But John knew the truth behind these forms. He didn't have the desire to share that burden yet—not with anyone.

Rumi wasn't backing down, though. Her curiosity got the better of her. She crossed her arms and smirked. "Come on, there's got to be more to this quirk than just creepy mascot suits. What else do you have?"

John narrowed his eyes behind the mask, feeling the weight of Rumi's persistence. "Well, if you prefer dead bodies, then yes... But if not, then no," he said, his voice slightly sarcastic, but mostly flat.

Rumi raised an eyebrow, clearly undeterred. "I'm not backing down. Show me the rest!"

John sighed inwardly. Fine, he thought. You want to see more? You'll get more.

With a quiet, almost imperceptible change, John's form shifted once more. This time, his body rippled as he transformed into Burntrap. The suit, still robotic in nature, now had the menacing, dark tone of a burnt-out, charred entity. His arms crackled with energy, and an eerie glow emitted from the seams of the suit, like fire was burning within him. He looked like a walking inferno wrapped in a mechanical cage.

Rumi stepped back, her eyes wide in both awe and apprehension. "Whoa… Okay, that is a whole new level. This one looks like it could burn down a city. What's going on with your quirk, kid?"

John didn't answer immediately. He let her gaze at him, studying the burn marks and glowing fire that emanated from his suit. For a moment, he let the silence stretch out between them.

"It's called Burntrap," John finally said. "I can control fire, but I can make it different. Like this," he snapped his fingers, and the flames around him flared, growing in intensity. "I can make it white-hot... or even ice-cold. It's versatile."

Rumi's mouth was slightly open in shock, her hero instincts clearly at war with her desire to understand. "That's insane," she murmured. "And it's all part of your quirk? Technology and rabbits? That's... wild, kid. I've never seen anything like it."

John let the form fade, returning to his original appearance. His eyes locked with Rumi's, a quiet, knowing look between them.

"I don't expect anyone to understand," he said softly, his tone more serious than before. "But... yeah. That's my quirk. And I'm still figuring out what I'm supposed to do with it."

Rumi, still trying to process everything she'd just witnessed, shook her head and smiled. "Well, you're one weird kid, that's for sure. But... I can tell you're something special. You've got a lot of power in there, John. Just be careful how you use it."

John looked at her, his mind already turning toward the future. He hadn't told her everything—not even close. But somehow, meeting Rumi made the weight of his mission feel lighter.