My first 'My Hero Academia' fic (as well as my first non-Transformers fic). Read, and if possible, Enjoy!
I do NOT own My Hero Academia (Boku No Hero Academia) and related content/characters.
Chapter 1: I Feel A Migraine Coming On
Cold.
Bitter cold nipped at me.
I wanted to ignore it, but it persisted relentlessly, making a complete pest of itself. As I stirred, ready to submit to the pestering chill, I noted how cold it really was. Eyes still shut; I tried hugging my covers closer to me, only to find there were none. Now how in the hell- I held my arms, rubbing them vigorously, my eyes cracking open to see what happened to the sheet and blanket that protected me from the slight cold of the coming fall. Sure things were cooling down because September rolled around, but this is just ridiculous and –wait, am I… I adjusted so I was resting on one of my thighs, the rough pavement not at all like the soft, springy mattress I was supposed to have been resting on. This is a joke right? I was in an alley, a freaking alley. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, blinking rapidly to clear my vision, which seemed to improve, yet-
"That's not normal" yet not improve. How so you ask? Everything was crisp and detailed sure, however, it was so in a way that it shouldn't have been. Even when it was dark, it was hard to overlook the 2-dimensional nature of things. As if they were drawn. Maybe I'm not really awake…
With wobbly legs that threatened to give out on me, I winced as I also realized how sore I was. I rubbed my neck, then the back of my head, something I immediately regretted as I swiftly withdrew my hand. Is that…? my hand was damp, damp and sticky, complete with the wonderful scent of iron. So, in my dreams, I don't get head injuries I swayed on my feet or get woozy, this is the worst lucid dream ever, with my right arm outstretched, I leaned into the nearest wall, that one limb support for my horrendous balance. With cautious steps, I shuffled alongside the wall, my eyelids partially open because I wanted some idea that I was awake and that I needed help as compared to seeing everything in what I lovingly refer to as 'anime' dimensions. As silly as it sounds, I did not wish to navigate my 'drawn' surroundings with fully open eyes, otherwise, I would have just told myself I was in a nightmare and that would have taken away the panic –that sense of urgency that my other senses gave me.
I made my way onto a (populated) sidewalk, not paying any heed to the stares from passerby. Though despite not caring for their judgmental glares, I did feel that small tug of hurt and disappointment with the assumption that none of them were going to bother calling for an ambulance.
Or perhaps take the time to help me themselves, even if they were just 'specters' (again, I assumed) from the recesses of my subconscious.
Every now and then I would open my eyes out of curiosity, wondering just where 'dreamland' was, reading the signs that were posted along the sides of the street and some billboards too. There was some English, the majority, however, was in (what I recognized as) kanji's.
Groaning, my eyelids drooped back down as I continued to shuffle along, paying no mind to a woman (?) and her husband as they chattered nervously behind me. I thought I heard mention of 'portal', 'call' and 'police', so I quickened my shuffles. And after two minutes or so, I decided I was going to slip back into the shadows of some alley, anxious with the idea of being out in the open.
This can't be real, it's just a dream…yet here I am with a concussion and on the verge of an anxiety attack, I opened my eyes to the max, only to frown. No, no, this is isn't right at all! I shut my eyes and grit my teeth, wake up, wake up, wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup! A headache set in, I rubbed my throbbing temples. Okay, THAT was a horrible idea! But still-
"This can't be real" I muttered, cutting myself off from my own thoughts "I was just in bed and now…". Both my feet and mouth ceased movement, all conscious thought became silence. Why?
"Man, this really sucks"
Voices. That's why.
"This alley, this city, this country-"
"Roach"
"This entire world just sucks!"
"Roach"
There was a sigh. I, ever so slowly, tiptoed closer to the corner. "Sorry Yin, that last robbery-"
Oh shit
"-turned out as a huge disappointment, I can't believe that clerk got the drop on us"
They even sound like stereotypical thugs!
There was a loud snort, one that almost made me jump. "Don't stress out, we still got tomorrow"
"That will probably also suck"
There was a deep chuckle and a shifting of movement. It only took me a couple of seconds to realize it was headed in my direction. With a comical flailing of the arms and a badly suppressed squeak, I flew towards the nearest cover, that being an enormous trash can. An atrociously scented trash can. Whoopee. Stupid nightmare and its' smelly trashcans!
"I'm gonna find some grub. Colossus, you watch Roach, make sure he doesn't do anything rash"
"Sure thing boss"
"Screw you boss"
As much as I wanted to giggle at the camaraderie of the three men, I knew that such a thing could mean the death of me, so I remained quiet. That silence being tested as I watched with dreaded, fully open (I couldn't fight it) eyes as the leader (Yin, if I remembered correctly) strolled past me whistling a little tune. I can make a run for it… as soon as the guy was gone I stood to a 'half-crouch' and tip-toed to the corner, taking a quick peek. Both men had their backs to me.
They…look like they belong in an anime –why didn't I notice this earlier! I was surrounded by people! UUURRGGHH stupid eyes-!
A loud 'cough' snapped me out of the berating of my optical organs, so with slumped shoulders, I turned around to face my potential captor.
"Well hello cutie, did you think I wouldn't see you there?" Yin grinned. But that's not what unnerved me, no, the huge pitch black creature with shining white eyes next to him did. What the hell…
And to add to my misfortune, Yin put loud emphasis on 'cutie', thus having two pairs of footsteps come running in our direction. I didn't even get to consider running before two massive arms wrapped around me and suspended me above the ground. I used my powers of reasoning to deduce that it was that 'Colossus' guy.
"You think she was gonna rat us to the cops?!"
"…or a hero…" Colossus growled, his grip making me squeak. And despite being scared out of my wits, his mention of 'a hero' did not slip past my attention. Cops are heroes, unless he was referring to a vigilante or perhaps a good Samaritan… I did a quick scan of both the 'anime' men I could see, Yin had very dark (blue?) hair tied in a long ponytail and black eyes (and his sickly sweet smile reminded me faintly of Kageyama from Fairy Tail), and the other man that I easily guessed was Roach had light green hair and black eyes too. His most unique trait being his lips, which were so 'unique' I ended up letting out a short, abrupt, burst of laughter. I would have covered my mouth once I was done, but I had my arms pinned against me.
Oops. Nightmare or no nightmare, I'm so dead
"What's so funny?!" Roaches' eyes flared with pure anger, his whole body tense with the urge to hurt me. I silently thanked Colossus' arms for acting as a protective barrier. "Well?!"
I pursed my lip, silently testing all the responses in my mind. "I uh…" now that I really see him, he does look vaguely familiar, since I could remember a variety of anime characters' names -and faces- from heart, 'vaguely' bothered me "You…have rather large lips. Shouldn't your name be PuckerFish instead?". I blurted that last bit. That last bit proving to have more of an effect on him as it not only pissed him off, no, it made him murderous.
"LEMME AT THAT BITCH!". Although Colossus' hold was sufficient cover, Yin still took it upon himself to restrain Roach. The man's attempts of killing me appeared comical as he flailed his arms and legs within his leaders' grip.
"Take it easy" even if he sounded serious, there was a slight twinkle of amusement in the Yins' eyes when he looked up at me "Just so you know little lady, we've based our nicknames on our Quirks, not our appearances". My whole body went rigid, so much so, that I may have made the huge man holding me nervous. Quirks, he just said Quirks…and the big dude said something about heroes earlier –oh God…
"Quirks" I parroted.
Roach, who had calmed down from a 'boil' to a 'simmer' sneered "Yeah, that's what he just said dumbass"
"Oh…" I had never really stopped believing I was in a lucid dream, even when I closed my eyes and sought help, a part of me refused to be convinced that my condition was real. I was so conflicted that I also ignored the 'style' of the drawn dimensions and didn't think they were connected to, well, anything in reality. But I was at fault for ignoring it, because in my reality, such things were on a screen or on paper…far from reach of anyone who wanted to experience the fictional story from a more personal view. "I just realized something…" and if, or rather when someone were to be introduced to such a world, the universe of My Hero Academia to be precise, so suddenly, they would find themselves to be rather screwed "…I am so dead…" because they did not come with a 'Quirk'.
The bluenette leader of the trio chuckled. "Why do you say that cutie?" he sauntered forward. Crapcrapcrapcrap I wriggled like a worm, but Colossus' grip doubled in strength this can't be real, this just can't be –WAKE UP DAMN YOU!
"Well, er, it's late, and uh…there's no one around…" the man smirked and his 'pet' growled as I started listing the things that made my predicament shitty. "…there's three thugs, all of which have super-powers and a very vicious looking –er…" I studied the creature, the thing appearing to be a solid shadow with the head and front legs of a wolf, the wings of a bat(?), the hind legs belonging to some hoofed animal, and the tail…perhaps snake like? "guard dog…". I lacked proper words for it, leave me alone.
Awkward as can be, I managed to twist myself to get a better look at Colossus, and right away, I had regrets "…and if I find myself in trouble, which I already am in…". I noted the bloodlust in PuckerFishes' -I mean Roaches'- eyes "the chances of my cries for help being answered are slim to none". I practically chirped my odds. Yes, I'm a weirdo.
A good minute passed before I got boisterous laughter from all three men. "Wow, sweetheart, you're a real bundle of optimism aren't you?" Yin made a gesture, I found myself being released. As I fought for balance, because it was a long way down and I was still woozy, I couldn't help but appreciate the restraint the three men had, especially the one that still looked like he wanted to inflict bodily harm. Yin's pet too, the large 'guard dog' sniffed me.
"Tell you what little lady; you give us something valuable and we'll leave you be…"
Wait…can't he see that I clearly have nothing on me but the clothes on my back?! The bad headache got worse, I shivered.
"And if not…well…you did insult one of us, and that's not something we let slip"
Are you serious?! Both you and Colossus thought it was FUNNY! My eye twitched and I made a couple steps back, reminding myself that Colossus was right there and no doubt was ready to grab me again.
"What will it be cutie?" the blue-haired man drawled.
Why I outta just kick his –wait I glanced up at Colossus, hmmmm. Whilst putting my best damsel face on, I gaped dramatically past the bluenette as if some powerful and malignant force was approaching him and cupped my hands close to my mouth, and because I was apparently in My Hero Academia, a certain No. 1 Pro Hero sprang to mind.
"AllMight help!"
I did not expect it to work, as it was one of the oldest tricks known to mankind. Fortunately, the three thugs, even the leader who struck me as the more 'cunning' of the trio, did not just fall for it, they frickin' swan-dived after that mo-fo. In the brief moment Colossus was distracted I sent a swift kick to the 'universal weak spot' and ran as fast as my little disoriented legs could carry me.
And if that didn't add to the suspense, the chorus of sirens blaring in the distance sure did the trick. Someone called the cops? When…?! Not that I complained, not when I was so close to a sidewalk. Almost there… I shuffled faster once I heard footfalls advancing swiftly from behind me ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit gogogogogogogo! And in my panic I tripped, falling ever so gracefully onto the ground, my headache increasing ten-fold as I scrambled to find purchase. I groaned pathetically, I feel a migraine coming on, nursing my still-bleeding head as it throbbed, the pounding footsteps behind me added to that discomfort.
"You're mine now!" Roaches' fat lips were curled into a maniacal grin, from what I could see, which wasn't much because my vision was fading. As he stalked closer, I could see he held something. I only assumed a knife, one of the ideal weapons for a thug. It didn't seem right, that I was dumped into one of my favorite worlds only to face a fat-lipped hothead that I was pretty sure was to 'die' later and become a Nomu. I wasn't quite ready to accept it, so I scooted backward until I was on the sidewalk.
He was there. He was right there.
But he stopped.
A new voice and the words that came with it the reason for his hesitation "Police, don't move!"
Aaaaaand off he goes! Roach was gone in a flash, the police officer behind me not giving chase. Because guess whom he was really there for.
"Miss? I need you to come with me"
I stood up shakily, slowly turning to face the police officer. This is a nightmare, a prolonged, LUCID, nightmare! Who cares if this is 'My Hero Academia' I need to wake up! I sheepishly backpedaled away from the approaching authority figure; I don't want to go to jail!
Against my better judgment, I ran, narrowly missing the cops' arms as he went to grab me. "Ma'am please! Don't resist, I can help you!"
As soon as I turned that corner he called for back-up. If this really is happening, I don't need a police station –I need a frickin' HOSPITAL! I didn't care anymore for subtlety (or as much of it as I had in the first place) as I sped past groups of people, earning either a shout or a squawk. However, I wasn't all grace and balance, I had bumped into more people than I could have counted, caught in some sick game of human pinball as I tried to evade police-
"She's that way!"
"Stop her!"
"Ma'am please!"
"Someone grab her!"
And civilians, so as fate would have it, I soon bumped into that ONE guy that refused to let go. I quickly surrendered to the man's strength, not that he had a strength 'Quirk' or anything of the sort, I was just super drained.
I was done, to put it plainly. So done, I was actually quite cuddly, hugging the man and whimpering as if I were a lost puppy. Or maybe it was the brain damage that made me do that?
Police sirens grew louder, along with the shouts of people. He's gonna keep me here until the police show up…this is so embarrassing, even for a nightmare…is this even a nightmare…? Oh hey, he's picking me up! That's nice of him –wait where is he taking me?! He did not carry me to the police cruiser as I had predicted, oh no, instead he made due with the closest alleyway (sensing a pattern?), effectively losing nosy civilians and frustrated cops. I was gracious, yet not gracious. "…hospital…would be…nice" everything went from fuzzy to black within moments, I was sure I heard some reassuring words come from the man, but I had long since faded.
Now I can wake…
I stirred against something warm. It took me a moment or two to realize it was really a blanket, or blankets tucked snugly against my form. That… I sighed contently and stretched, rubbing my eyes, was one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had…seriously –screw you brain! It wasn't uncommon, for my mind to take the good things in my life and manifest them into something…questionable in my dreams, if anything, they seemed like tests. Not that BNHA had some of its' darker elements, but I would have preferred to dream of its' more bubbly aspects, though this would make a good horror –what… my breath hitched as I saw that everything had not changed.
Had not changed in the slightest.
And that included my 'head injury'.
"Ow…" I snarled and curled in on myself, "why universe hate me". I was completely oblivious to a second figure in the room, and in being so, I yelped and my body left a good few inches off the bed once he decided to speak.
"Sounds like a deep question". My head spun around to a voice I actually recognized, though, was ironically one that I did NOT want to hear.
The man smirked and casually raised the tip of his gun to meet the end of his cigar. I did not make any sudden movements as he blew a puff of smoke. "Sadly, I don't know enough about you to help you on that subject" Giran smiled and took another drag "So…let's start with your name" his eyes twinkled in amusement. Probably thought my face was funny.
By funny, I mean resembled a startled bunny.
"C-Cass..A-andra…" I squeaked. Not in fright, but in total disbelief. Just when I think it's all over I have to wake up in the same room as THIS guy, I had no problem with Giran, though I did not know him or know enough about him from the show/manga, so I wasn't sure HOW to react around him, so when he furrowed his eyebrows I just about shit kittens.
"An American?" he mumbled more to himself than to me. I nodded anyway. That's right, the series takes place in Japan…but…why is he not speaking Japanese? Could he be fluent in both languages or do I have a translation matrix in my head? I mentally kicked myself, don't be ridiculous, this is still probably all just a dream…smile and play along…
"What brings you all the way out here sweetheart?" he asked with genuine concern. And this guy's a villain…huh…
"I don't know…?"
"You don't know?"
I nodded sheepishly, an opportune time to play the 'confused' citizen, which by every right, I most certainly was. I can't tell him the whole truth, but I don't want to hold too much back…I have to tell someone…say, how can I still remember stuff…?
"I haven't the slightest clue how I got here…I don't even know where 'here' is, all I remember is waking up in an alley with what I can only guess was a damn concussion. And what made things worse was when I got jumped by three thugs and their shadow-dog from Hell"
He smirked; I could only guess what he found funny. "Okay…you get their names?"
"Hmm –oh!" I thanked God that Giran was being patient "They only went by nicknames…based on their Quirks. There was a man with navy blue hair, Yin; he was somehow linked to that 'dog'. Then there was an enormous guy, bald, beady yellow eyes and sharp teeth, his pals called him Colossus…" I shivered "and the last man was a young guy with light green hair and fat lips by the name of Roach…". I noted the interested gleam in Girans' eyes. That's right, he recruits…my new 'placement' must be before the attack on the USJ –seriously, how can I remember this! I still had difficulty processing my new reality, alongside the realization that I was not experiencing the slightest bit of amnesia. Maybe it was just a cut…
"Hey" a hand rested on my shoulder. I squeaked at the man's close proximity, I didn't even see him move –damn you space-outs! "You okay?"
"I spaced out; sorry" I felt my face burn from embarrassment "it happens regularly". Giran huffed and took another drag, the smoke thankfully wafting AWAY from me.
"I wanted to ask; why didn't you defend yourself?"
My blush deepened. Do I really want to tell the villain I'm 'Quirkless'? "Not like I could" DAMN YOU HONESTY! "…I'm uh…"
His eyes weren't on me, but I could still feel a stare. "I'm…Quirkless" I squeaked out. Please don't kill me!
With that, he frowned. "You don't need to lie sweetheart, I'm not a cop"
I made a frantic gesture with my hands "Oh no! I'm not lying, honest! I…" my shoulders sagged in defeat "I…really don't have one, if I did I would have definitely used it against those creeps, even if it wasn't suited for combat…" I sighed "I see no reason to lie, not only because it gets me hurt but" I chuckled "I'm damn bad at it, seriously, I don't know if it's my eyes or my face, but people see right through me when I 'lie'"
He hummed, and with a shrug, walked back to his chair. I heard a barely audible chuckle come from the older man "You're right, I did see right through you"
"Then why…"
"I needed to mess with you, as a way to gauge what kind of person you are" his grin got wider, what a horses' ass. "And I like her so far, so…" he stroked his chin and leaned forward "care to tell me how you got the attention of the local P.D.?"
Processing…oh… I recalled the instance where I overheard someone wanting to call the police. I paled. "Someone called the cops on me…not on those thugs…"
Giran rolled his wrist as if to say 'go on'.
"B-but…why…?"
"Perhaps Quirk use" he suggested. I frowned.
"That can't be right! They should have called a damn ambulance –ow" my headache returned with a vengeance. Bastard.
"I did some nosing and apparently some vortex opened up and deposited someone twenty or so feet off the ground…" he took another drag "Explains your injuries" again, he muttered to himself.
Maybe I really do have a Quirk –no, no way in Hell, one cannot just open a portal to another universe while their sleeping! This is total bullshit-! I inhaled and exhaled smoothly in order to calm myself. I certainly did not send myself here, maybe some bored dimensional entity –ahhhh yes, I'm all kinds of stupid! "I really don't know how or why this is happening to me…" I decided on one more test to determine if I was dreaming or not "…this HAS to be a dream…". With that, Giran shot a glance at me, a hint of concern within it, not that it mattered to me, not while I was experiencing an epiphany.
With a few deep breaths, I readied my right palm, closed my eyes, and-
SLAP
I yelped and held my cheek. My eyes watering a little as I nursed that patch of red skin, and when my vision cleared…I was greeted by the sight of (ding ding) a grinning Giran. I dropped both my hands in disbelief, not caring about exposing my red cheek to the world…or the grinning smartass in front of me. "How'd that work out for you kiddo?"
I grimaced "Not too great…" hmmm I'm still not convinced "Hey uh…"
"Giran"
"Giran, right, you wouldn't mind doing a teensy favor for me would you? Please?"
"I'm not big on doing favors when the person asking hasn't done anything for me…but…" he grinned and winked "I'll make an exception"
"Will you shake my hand?"
He chuckled. "Still think you're dreaming huh?"
I nodded slowly. With a deep breath I closed my eyes and held out my hand. Seems a little asinine, but I wonder what an 'anime' hand feels like… I heard footsteps, but did not falter, moment of truth –ow motherfu-!
My eyes shot open to see a bright red patch on my palm, Giran standing mere inches from the side of the bed with his signature grin, twiddling his cigar in his left hand.
"You never said which hand"
Despite my temptation to call him every vulgar word under the sun and moon, I was grateful. I began to tear up -and laugh- at the clarity. Another universe, now ain't that a bitch…
"Unbelievable" I examined my reflection in the small mirror "Guess I really am an official character". An hour had passed since Giran had to leave to do things that had precedence over my well-being, not that I needed a 'babysitter'; I was, after all, an adult.
A very bored adult, so eventually curiosity won over and I explored the room, not daring to explore beyond it of course, and found a mirror. And since then, I couldn't stop staring at it.
I feel so vain, but this is just SO WEIRD, I sighed and put the mirror down. It really was strange to see my naturally pale skin free from blemishes/impurities, my eyes (though narrower than most women in the series) big and pronounced, their chocolate color sporting a more reddish tint to it. Same went with my hair, the color still rich but more auburn than it was supposed to be (it was also two-toned like Izuku's). And where (almost) all the women/girls had a thin line for a mouth, mine were slightly fuller, defined by a red/pink color.
I did a once-over of my body. I'll never get used to this… I was, very likely, as small as Ochaco, and blushed as I noted that I had a notable…bust. At least it's not like Midnights' I winced and slapped myself for 'comparing'. I, all too happily, started thinking about things that deserved to be pondered.
So I'm in the care of the villains…huh, was it Giran that saved me? No…he surely wouldn't have evaded so many people and cops, to put his life on the line without a quick way of escape…hmm…maybe…
I gasped quietly. It could've been Kurogiri…but why? Why not warp me into a hospital –stupid! You were being chased by the cops! You would be chained to a hospital bed, I hung my head, makes sense, maybe I'm really seen as a potential recruit to the assault. Speaking of assault, I wonder if those three goons will be joining the League anytime soon, Roach definitely needs to do so and maybe Colossus…
I remembered Yin, waaaaiit a second…that guy and his Quirk-pet, I don't recall them ever being shown or mentioned during the assault on the USJ? Then again, there were seventy or so crooks, he could have just as easily been blasted by Bakugou or frozen by Todoroki…
I sighed and rubbed my temples, when, with the force of a speeding semi, it hit me. Why didn't this come to mind now?! I launched myself from the deceptively warm bed and made a beeline for the door, maybe I'm NOT to be a part of the assault, maybe I wasn't brought here out of someones' kindness! I had my hand on the doorknob, oh no, and earlier I told Giran I was Quirkless –oh you dumbass! But my feet stayed firmly planted to the floor, come on move! That realization of the possibility of me being made into a Nomu in the near future was terrifying, but it wasn't enough to make my stubborn feet move. Because, in my subconscious, I was told that such a thing was not going to happen.
And after a few minutes of internal conflict, I released the handle. Seeing that it had won, my more rational side began listing the reasons why the League/AFO would not want to make me a Nomu, or even see me as a proper candidate for one.
I would be in a cage or sedated by now, was chief among them.
Roach is one of the people used for the creation of the Anti-Allmight Nomu…
I don't even have a Quirk to contribute to any of the projects…I don't think I'd even make a good template…
They need all the crooks they can get their hands on for the assault, even if it's just some injured girl running from the cops…
Strangely, with that last thought, I felt a small bit of relief. Calm down girl… I slowly, and shakily, lowered myself onto the floor, the wooden boards questionably comfortable as I sat down.
I stayed like that for another hour (just guessing) before sheer boredom decided to nag me, again.
Perhaps exploring wouldn't be so bad, just don't bump into Shigaraki, I had no problems with the chances of running into Kurogiri, and of course, Giran. Shigaraki, on the other hand, I was sure wasn't informed of my arrival and wouldn't take kindly to a stranger meandering the hallways. Even if they were some thug recruited into the League, handyman likely wouldn't have been introduced to them personally like he did with Toga and Dabi. Or bother take the time to do so.
But even with those worries in mind, I promptly shrugged and opened the door, looking both ways before choosing a random direction. 'Lady Luck' my only guide as I took random hallway after random hallway. I could have stopped at any moment, given how nervous I was, but nope, I just kept walking right along. The hallways were also very dark. I had to squint and watch my step, eager to not trip and cause a commotion in the compact corridors, knowing that it was perfect for acoustics. Though, as stealthy as I was, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched or worse yet, stalked.
Quit being paranoid, I, being my own hypocrite, all too quickly looked behind me.
Nothing stirred, not even a mouse.
I should have waited in that damn room, now I'm probably gonna die by disintegration –stop it! With hesitant feet I continued forward.
I wanted to tell myself I was in some other building, anywhere that wasn't one of the LOVs' hideouts. Alas, fate had other plans (doesn't it always?!) as I rounded one corner in particular and was face-to-face with a rather tidy bar. Stifling an 'eep', I slowly backpedaled away from the room upon seeing it was occupied. Just not by any of the three main guys. Hell, I would have preferred to run into Shigaraki rather than the piece-of-shit with the shitty blue hair (kinda sounded like Katsuki there didn't I?) sitting with his back to me. Yep, and I am OUTTA HERE-
"EEP!" my small body was easily shoved to the ground as a much larger one was pressed firmly against it, a wolf-like growl resonated from a shadowy maw centimeters from my head.
"Why hello again" Yin chuckled, ambling toward me with that big stupid grin on his face "You're looking much better now". He kneeled in front of me, resting his hand on my head as if we were buddies. Fortunately, before I could do anything that would result in humiliation or death, a third figure strolled into the room. He did not look amused.
"Excuse me…" yellow eyes narrowed to slits at the immature man standing over me "would you please call off your 'hound', I'm sure our guest does not appreciate being pinned". Although he was being polite, as always, the anger in Kurogiri's tone was quite potent. I was so glad he wasn't angry with me.
Sadly, that anger was only shrugged off by Yin. Asshole, I stood whilst dusting myself off, my face red with humiliation, made me look like a complete Mary Sue…
"Are you hurt?" the black-fog man asked, as if he had flicked a switch. I sighed.
"Just my pride" I glared at Yin. Who responded with a wink.
I was going to hit him, I really was, but thought better of it, him having a Quirk and all. And a seemingly badass (even when I didn't know what it was) one at that. I also didn't want to appear to be a hot-headed brute in the eyes of the 'SIC' of the League, so I kept my calm composure.
More so once his leader walked in the room.
Shigaraki eyed Yin first, then the blue-haired mans' pet. He looked impressed, from what I could see from the eye that wasn't concealed by the hand-man's hair or 'face-hand'. Oh dear, a silent assessment, I'm so screwed…
And then that single red eye landed on me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I compensated for NOT having a Quirk (and my own awkwardness) by being as polite as possible. If I remember correctly, he hates people that have 'no manners', I smiled my best, genuine smile and held out my hand. Nothing wrong with a little handshake –oh GOD what am I doing?! I couldn't pull back upon realizing my mistake, I was in too deep.
Shigaraki shifted his gaze from my hand, to my eyes, then back to my hand. After a few moments of purely terrifying suspense, I saw something that was both a blessing AND unnerving.
A grin. Shigaraki Tomura was grinning at me.
Someone who was known for his aggressive demeanor was GRINNING at me.
I held my breath and remained as still as a statue. The tall man walked over slowly and I grew even more anxious, my smile melted into a more serious (stoic) expression while my hand remained.
There was no handshake, but, he did place a steady hand on my shoulder, careful to keep one finger raised. I, of course, dropped my hand to my side.
"Sorry, I don't shake hands, though I appreciate the effort" and with a final pat, he walked away.
In the time it took for me to snap out of it, the leader of the League was already seated at his 'favorite' spot. Yin seated two seats from him, while Kurogiri resumed cleaning glasses, (he was rather tense during our introduction) a somewhat wary look in his eyes. That were probably there because he could see I was still standing there with a lost expression on my face. Not wanting to draw any more attention to myself, I quickly walked over two stools down, to the left of Shigaraki.
This is so bizarre, so very bizarre… I rested my head on my palm, out of all the places to be in and people to get involved with…-
"Young Miss?"
I shyly peered upward at the warp-gate bartender in front of me. "Do you need a drink?"
It could have just as easily been a light-hearted joke, but one I took seriously.
"Yes please…a nice big glass of ice cold water"
"I think you need something stronger than that cutie-"
"Shut up Yin"
And so, my journey as a Villain officially started.
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This story takes place months before the USJ incident, so it might take awhile before things settle into canon.
I apologize if characters are OOC.