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A table shattered against the wall, sending splinters flying through the air.
A guttural roar erupted from Tomura Shigaraki's mouth, spittle spraying across the dingy room.
His arms and legs still ached from his wounds, courtesy of pro hero, Snipe. The bullets have thankfully been extracted by the careful hands of Kurogiri; all 7 of them. The warp villain even voiced his surprise on how none of them had hit a major organ.
But the wounded villain didn't care about that. He was too wrapped up in his own anger to care.
After ingesting several painkillers, he entered a fit of rage and started to destroy the bar, much to the chagrin of Kurogiri, who attempted in vain to protect the many drinks adorning the wall behind him.
A bottle shattered onto the floor as Shigaraki flipped another small table, sending remnants of their earlier lunch fling across the wooden floor.
"Fucking hacker ruined everything!"
Another smash of a glass. "We were so close to killing the final boss, then a damn side boss comes along and one-hit-kills us!"
His red eyes, bloodshot with fury, rove across the bar, looking for something else to break. Some of his fingers had splints on them, so he couldn't use his Quirk on anything, no matter how much he wanted to.
He settled with kicking over a barstool before collapsing onto a chair nearby. His barely suppressed gasps were the only sound in the entire bar.
Kurogiri put down the only glass that had not been destroyed in the altercation and poured some liquor into it. Thankfully, the blue-haired villain didn't destroy all of the fine wines behind the warp villain. The ones that did break, however, were somewhat expensive. It would be a hassle to replace those.
Shigaraki angrily downed the liquor, welcoming the sharp burn traveling down his throat. His fingers twitched erratically as he calmed himself down. Now that he was relaxing a bit, the dull ache of the bullet wounds sending waves of pain running through his body. Good thing the cheap liquor numbed discomfort.
Kurogiri took this chance of calm to speak. "It is unfortunate that the Noumu had been defeated, but we could not have anticipated a hero stronger than All Might to show up. It was complete bad luck."
The Decay villain grunted, glaring up at the smoky villain. "You know, none of this would have happened if you only did your fucking job and not let any of those brats get away."
A shiver of dread crawled up Kurogiri's spine, but he suppressed the feeling as he started to wipe down the dusty bar top. "That may be the case, but no UA teacher was supposed to have strength to rival All Might's. It was misfortune that doomed our operation."
Shigaraki's hand gripped the empty glass so hard, the warp villain worried that it would shatter.
"I trust you have calmed down to tell me what had occurred, Tomura?"
The deep, soothing voice that came from a blank TV screen wiped away any feelings of rage lingering in the bar. Rich in tone, it seemed that whoever was speaking had everything under control, no matter what the situation may be.
Kurogiri faced the screen, knowing for a fact that the speaker was watching them both from wherever he was. Even if he was working with the man, he couldn't help but feel fearful and even a little reverent of him. "We almost managed to kill the Symbol of Peace until the Noumu was defeated."
"By him?"
"No. Surprisingly, another pro hero arrived on the scene and killed the Noumu with apparently little effort."
The voice coming from the TV sounded a little surprised. "Really? There are no other pro heroes at UA that could equal the strength of the Noumu."
"That's the thing, Teacher," Shigaraki interrupted, his voice taking pitch akin to a whining child. "I've never seen this pro hero before. He wasn't a teacher, and he's not even in the top 50!"
The TV was silent for a healthy minute while he processed this information. "This hero," he finally said, "did he have any discerning features?"
"There were two of them, although the other did not have the power to seriously harm the Noumu." Kurogiri said. "The first one could not have been older than 20. He has blonde hair, black sclera, and his covered almost entirely with metallic armor, maybe support items.
"The other that bested the Noumu does not have any features that stand out. He is bald, and wears a bright yellow jumpsuit with a cape. He also wears red gloves and boots."
The voice let out a thoughtful hum as he pondered over those descriptions. "I will confide in my sources to find out the identities of the two. For now, take care of your wounds and rest, Tomura."
The villain almost argued back before thinking better of it. "Fine. If you do find out who those cheaters are, give me everything you know."
He stared down at his bandaged hands, a sinister smile cracking across his scarred face. "I'm gonna kill them so slowly they'll fucking beg to die."
"Of course," the man almost purred. "You will be the first to know. Take this extra time as an opportunity to learn. The loss of the Noumu is unfortunate, but this is a good lesson for you. Think and grow, Tomura Shigaraki. There is so much for you to absorb."
Then silence.
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Saitama felt his brow wrinkle in confusion as he stared back at the detective. The policeman had a calculating look in his eyes, giving him a somewhat intimidating look. "What?"
Genos, on the other hand, was a little less calm about this and shot to his feet, his fists shaking in rage. "How dare you accuse my master of murder! He did no such thing!"
Tsukauchi ignored the outburst as he focused all is attention onto the nonchalant-looking bald man in front of him.
Saitama rubbed the back of his head in apparent confusion. "What are you talking about? I never killed anyone."
"The body parts strewn around USJ beg to differ, Mr. Saitama." (A/N: This is before they figured out that the Noumu was basically a hybrid of different people and Quirks, twisted to the point where they aren't even human anymore, so as far as the police are concerned, Saitama basically killed a dude with a super Quirk. I know it sounds weird, but monsters don't exist in My Hero Academia, so they had no reason to believe that the Noumu was basically a monster in the first place)
The bald hero picked his ear. "So you're telling me that the black bird monster I punched was a person?"
Tsukauchi nodded as he closely monitored the two pro hero's reactions. This was a strange situation, as his Quirk, Human Lie Detector, found no such lie in either of their statements so far. It seemed they wholeheartedly believed that they had killed an actual monster.
If he didn't know any better, he would categorize them as insane and let someone else more qualified to take care of this, but the two men were clearly sane.
But what was even stranger was the complete lack of reaction both of them had. They were either really good at masking their emotions, or had a complete lack of empathy for the crime they had committed.
"So?"
Tsukauchi felt his heart rate slowly rise as he processed what the bald man had said. "So?"
"I mean, I'm not 100% sure that the monster is actually a person, but if a villain threatens other people, it's the hero's job to take him out, isn't it?"
The hapless detective rubbed his temples with a free hand. "Mr. Saitama, you must understand, there are laws in place to prevent the murder of anyone, even villains. Sure, there may be a couple situations where a hero has no choice but to kill in order to protect himself or others, but that is an extreme decision. With your strength, it would have been easy to detain the villain."
Genos scoffed. "Laws to protect villains? Foolish. If we let powerful villains live and detain them, what's to stop them from escaping and committing crimes once again? A hero's job is to destroy them before they have a chance to do anymore damage."
Both Nezu and Tsukauchi made to voice their complaints on how wrong that line of reasoning was, but Genos wasn't done talking yet. "And even if Master did subdue the creature, we still had the other two villains to worry about. We don't know what abilities they have. They could have attacked the children while we were busy. It was only natural to get rid of the problem immediately."
Saitama nodded, although he was clearly not listening to everything going on.
"I do not think we have anything else to say," Genos said, "We performed our duties as heroes. We have proper identification. If you have any other complaints or issues, I suggest that you take it up with the Hero Association."
Of course, he knew that it wasn't possible for either of them nor anyone else in this universe to contact their employers, but they didn't know that yet. As far as they were concerned, they were probably heroes from a foreign region.
And he had no intention of giving away any answers either. It was dangerous to talk anymore, and he was just waiting for the right moment to leave the room and escape this facility. He knew Master felt the same way. After all, he was a hero, through and through.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but are we done now? I just want to go find someplace to sleep. It's been a long day."
Tsukauchi rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Well, your testimonies align with the students and professors. But seeing how you have committed a crime, I'm afraid we can't let you leave the school."
Genos shot to his feet, eyes ablaze and arms sparking. "You have no right! We are registered heroes. Keeping us detained is interfering with our duties!"
Nezu waved his hands placatingly, although he was secretly two seconds away from pushing the alarm button under his desk. "Please, Mr. Demon Cyborg, consider your options. We do not take any joy in keeping the heroes that saved my students here against their will, but you must understand. There are laws we have to follow around here. Don't think of this school as a prison. We will supply you with a room and access to facilities until we have this entire situation settled."
"But you will give us have free reign over where we decide to go, will you?"
The animal hybrid grimaced as he laced his fingers together. "Unfortunately, no. You two are a danger to others and yourselves. We will assign two pro heroes to monitor you at all times. And you two will be given Quirk-blocking braces."
While Genos still wasn't sure what exactly Quirk's were, he knew they were this world's equivalent of superpowers. He doubted such a device would work on him, since he had no superpowers, but it was still something to shackle him nonetheless. He didn't think any power-diminishing equipment had an effect on Master though.
The blonde's eyes narrowed slightly as his voice took on a darker tone. "And if we refuse to agree to your terms?"
"Then you two will be labeled as rogue vigilantes and be pursued by heroes all over Japan. I assure you, simply staying a couple nights in UA will not bring you any harm."
Genos filed "Japan" in his brain for later study.
"I am warning you, the Hero Association will not sit still with your actions."
"And when that day comes, I will take full responsibility. Though, it will help a fair bit if you told us where exactly this Hero Association is located."
He said nothing.
Nezu sighed but did not pursue the subject. "Then I will escort you two to your living quarters. We will stop by the Support Department on the way there to pick up the braces."
Before the teen could say anything else, he felt his shoulder gripped with a firm hand.
Saitama stood, using Genos's body to pull himself up. He yawned widely and stretched a bit. "Just drop it, Genos. They're not gonna kill us or anything. Let's just take up their offer. Plus, I'm kinda tired. We could all use some rest."
What else could the cyborg say when his own Master agreed to their terms? He simply grit his teeth and nodded respectfully. "Of course, Master."
He hoped his teacher knew what he was doing.
The principal smiled brightly. He hopped down from his high chair (something that Saitama still found funny) and strode over to the two heroes. "Right this way then. Mr. Demon Cyborg, if you could please take off your support items? That would make it easier for the brace to attach to your arm."
The teen stared blankly at the animal. "Support items?"
"Yes, those metal supports on your arms. Are they to regulate your Quirk?"
"These are not support items."
Nezu and Tsukauchi blinked. "Pardon?"
Genos lifted up an arm and popped open a panel to reveal the inner workings of the appendage. Blue and orange light gleamed from inside, and pulses of energy coursed through the tubes and wires. "I am afraid these are prosthetics created by a dear mentor of mine. I had them created in order to fight the evil in this world."
The detective and principal gawked at the sight. Nezu even paled, something that should not have been noticeable under all the white fur, but was noticed nonetheless. Tsukauchi had a similar reaction, although his was something more related to pity. He had seen his fair share of good police officers living with prosthetics after engaging villains or disasters.
Genos closed the panel. "I understand your shock. But I have come to terms with my body long ago. It does not bother me anymore."
Nezu gave a shaky smile as he recovered. "Of course. I suppose we will have to find an alternative for your Quirk blocking then."
He turned to Tsukauchi, who was busy packing up his things from the table. "And what will you be doing, detective?"
The man lifted up his phone, which showed a series of messages on it. "I just got a text from forensics. They said they're beginning to analyze the tissue samples from the crime scene to figure out the identity of the villain. It's not going to be easy though. There isn't too much to work with."
Saitama grimaced. "Yeah, sorry about that."
The detective simply smiled. "I won't say it's fine, but I am grateful that you two showed up in time to save the students. The entirety of the UA staff thanks you."
And with that, he strode out the doors, but not before giving a curt, yet polite, nod to Nezu.
The principal smiled up at the two heroes. "Now, off to the Support Department we go!"
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"Seriously, you two always end up in my office! I thought I made you promise to take care of yourself!"
Izuku flinched as Recovery Girl tightly wrapped gauze over his wounds, taking no heed of the boy's apparent discomfort. "I patched you up less than a week ago, and now you just had to push yourself beyond your limit and destroy your body!"
All Might laughed awkwardly as he fiddled with his own bandages. Gone was the imposing, muscular figure of the Symbol of Peace. After that entire fiasco with the villains, All Might wasn't sure if he could use his muscle form for the next couple days.
He coughed a little, sending small droplets of blood flying onto the bed. "I cannot thank you enough, Recovery Girl. Without you, I am sure young Midoriya and I would be in worse shape."
The diminutive hero sighed deeply as she applied a small kiss onto Izuku's temple. The hero-in-training immediately felt relief take over as the healing Quirk washed over him like a puff of cool air. But he also immediately felt fatigued, and suddenly found it difficult to keep his eyes open. "But how did this happen, Toshinori. How did the villains get into UA?"
The gaunt man leaned backwards into the bed and stared up at the ceiling. "While the exact specifics of how they managed it is unclear, one of the villains had a warping Quirk. It's exceptionally rare. No wonder we were blindsided by it."
Recovery Girl sat down on a nearby stool and took a hearty drink of a cup of tea. "This can't happen again, Toshinori. We were lucky that the only serious injuries inflicted were on you and Midoriya, but there is no telling what happens next time."
Izuku gulped and stared down at his bandaged arm. She was right, after all. They were exceptionally lucky this was all that happened. He overheard that Kaminari was close to death too, as well as Tsuyu herself.
He shuddered to think of what could have happened if Mr. Aizawa didn't stop that villain's Quirk in time.
His phone suddenly started to vibrate next to him, drawing all eyes on the buzzing device. Izuku peered over at the caller ID and paled. He flipped open the phone and gave a shaky smile, as though the caller could see it. "H-Hey, mom."
"IZUKU!"
All Might and Recovery Girl flinched at the screaming woman's voice, which had been so loud that it practically echoed through the room.
"What happened? I just got the call from UA saying villains attacked your class! Are you okay? Baby, are you hurt? Please don't tell me you got hurt!"
"It's fine, mom," the young boy quickly said, obviously trying his best to placate his crying mother, "It's not bad, I just broke a few bones, that's all."
The two pro heroes flinched even before they heard Izuku's mother respond. Telling your mother that you were fine while simultaneously saying that you had broken limbs were guaranteed to not calm her down.
"No, I'm fine, really, Recovery Girl fixed me up…Yeah, she said I can go home soon…Wait…mom, don't cry! I'm fine, really!"
All Might almost smiled to himself as young Midoriya's mother started to wail over the phone, all while the boy tried to calm her down. It would have worked if young Midoriya wasn't crying himself. He was barely holding himself together, the full weight of the situation finally coming to a rest on his shoulders.
A life as a hero was a tough one. While All Might never wished for the children to learn of this lifestyle this way, he was somewhat relieved that the lesson had been given as it had at the USJ. It was better to learn it now than later down the road, where they would be faced with death and destruction.
Even he had a hard time adjusting to the life at first. At times, he felt as if the fate of the world rested directly on his shoulders. But he pushed on. He knew that's what she would have wanted, and it was damn what he wanted too.
A cheery voice emanating from behind the office doors caught his attention. "And this is the infirmary. Because of privacy, I can't allow you two in there just yet. A student and a teacher are busy recovering."
"Would the two in question be a young boy and a tall, blonde man?"
All Might sighed with relief as the voices drifted past the door. The last thing he wanted was for two unwitting heroes to walk in and find out what he really looked like. The frantic noise of someone struggling to get out of his bed reached his ears. It seemed young Midoriya had heard the visitors too. "Young Midoriya, your bindings—"
Izuku hurriedly slipped on a pair of slippers as he stumbled off the bed. "I got to talk to them before I go, I need to thank them!"
Recovery Girl glared up at the teen. "Absolutely not. You are still recovering, and you're barely able to stand on two feet. Stay in the bed and rest."
He was indeed barely standing on his feet, and stumbled a little in place. But his eyes were not that of a drowsy man as he stared pleadingly at the hero. "Please, I don't know when I'll get to see them again."
The healing hero was silent for a couple seconds as Izuku unconsciously inched closer to the door.
She sighed and slouched over, as if thinking the effort to stop him was not worth it. "Okay. But you have to be back here within 5 minutes or I'm sending someone out to get you."
The teen was halfway out the door before she had even finished speaking. "Excuse me!"
He fumbled slightly as he struggled to catch up to the turned backs of the distant heroes. He could see them starting to turn around, with Principal Nezu already facing him, alarm clearly shown on his face. "Mr. Midoriya, you should be in—"
Izuku tripped.
He felt a weird sense of déjà vu. This situation was almost comically similar to the fall he had when entering UA for the first time. Except this time, there was no bubbly anti-gravity girl to stop his fall.
He tried to bring up his arm to catch himself but knew that it was pointless. His face would hit the floor regardless. He could only hope that Recovery Girl wouldn't throw a fit if he walked back into the office with a broken nose.
"Whoa, watch it."
Izuku's body halted immediately, carried firmly by the strong grip of the bald man.
It was impossible for the man to have gotten to him so quickly. At first, he thought that the heroes were closer than he had thought, but the shocked look on Principal Nezu's face said otherwise.
He felt himself being righted by the hero. "Be careful, you could have broken something."
Now that Izuku was this close to the caped hero, he could see several more features than he could have seen at the USJ.
The first thing that stuck out to him was the man's face. Izuku wasn't one to judge facial features in a world where physical attributes of the human body could be changed dramatically, but this man's face was painfully boring.
There were no discernable facial features. He figured that he could draw a stick man that had more unique facial features than this hero did. He looked like an ordinary man the teen saw on the subway or on the street.
But he knew that this man was anything but normal. Aside from the loud yellow suit and white cape, his strength was nothing to laugh about. He bested the Noumu with several punches while All Might himself could barely defeat the villain with over 300.
Saitama cocked his head at the green-haired teen. "You alright, kid?"
Izuku blinked once and took a polite step back. He felt his face heat up in embarrassment, as though the man knew what he was thinking. "Oh, sorry! Thank you for stopping me! I was just in a hurry because you two were leaving and I couldn't see where I was going so I tripped and I thought that was it for me but then you saved me and—"
The bald hero grimaced as he waved his hands slightly in an effort to calm the boy down. "Calm down kid, keep stories at 20 words or less, I don't even understand what you're trying to say."
The teen yelped and stared down at the floor while his face grew more crimson by the second. "Sorry…"
A few seconds of uncomfortable silence drifted by as Izuku tried to gather his bearings. That armored man and Principal Nezu made their way over to him as well.
Saitama awkwardly picked at his ear before turning slightly. "Well, uh, I'll catch you later, I guess."
"Wait!"
Genos turned slightly to the blushing teen. "What is it? We are currently occupied at the moment."
It took a second, but Izuku finally mustered up the courage to bow deeply. "I just want to say thank you for saving us! I know you probably heard this from the rest of my friends, but I just wanted to thank you too."
Saitama blinked and scratched his cheek. He was unused to praise and thanks, even if it was nice to finally hear it from someone he saved. This entire situation was awkward. "Don't mention it, kid. All in a day's work."
Izuku straightened before fiddling around in a side pocket that was on the opposite side of his good arm. He procured a small notebook with a pen and offered it to the bald hero. "If you don't mind, can I get your autograph?"
The bald hero gingerly accepted the notebook. He wished he could have been smoother about it, but this was literally the first time anyone had asked for his autograph. He struggled to think of a cool signature with a nice phrase at the end or something, but he just ended up writing his name down on the paper. "Here you go."
The teen accepted the notebook with stars in his eyes and placed it back into his pocket. "Thank you again!"
He then turned to the blonde cyborg, who had been watching with interest. If Izuku didn't know any better, it seemed that he was almost happy about the situation. But that was silly. He was sure that Mr. Saitama got requests for autographs all the time. The exhaustion must have been getting to him.
He gave another deep bow to Genos. "Thank you too. Without you, things would have gone really bad."
Genos said nothing but nodded slightly.
With that Izuku gave a bright smile and nodded respectfully to Nezu, before turning and heading straight back into the nurse's office.
Saitama watched him leave. There was something about that kid. Kind of reminded him of himself when he was younger. And even if they didn't talk much, he was sort of similar to Mumen Rider or something.
Ah, whatever. It was nice of him to give thanks.
Nezu turned again and gestured behind him. "That was Izuku Midoriya. He's also part of Class 1-A, one of the students you saved down at the USJ."
"Was he also born with a Quirk?"
"Of course."
Nezu didn't skip a beat at answering Genos's question, but there was something that suggested that he was lying. But he filed that for later inquiry.
The trio walked the halls of UA, which for all intents and purposes, looked exactly like a regular high school. Aside from the obvious mouse/dog/bear hybrid and two heroes, nothing of this building looked out of place.
Aside from the massive doors leading to the classrooms, at least. Genos assumed they were for some of the larger students and/or faculty.
Nezu smiled brightly as he stopped by a large wooden door. A placard above the frame said "SUPPORT". They must have arrived.
"And here we are. I asked Power Loader, one of our faculty members, to adjust the settings and scales for your braces."
Genos frowned and leaned over to his teacher, who was busy trying to pull a loose thread from his cape. "Master, are you sure about this? We will essentially be prisoners here."
Saitama brushed off his worries. "Don't worry, these guys seem nice. And if worst comes to worst, we'll just leave."
"But what of the braces? They are meant to diminish our powers."
He noticed the excited gleam in the bald man's eyes. "I know."
Before he could ask why exactly this was exciting to the caped hero, the door slid open to reveal a short man wearing some kind of body armor. A large excavation-like helmet hid any discernable facial features, although some tufts of rust-colored hair poked out from underneath.
Saitama stared down at the man. Where's his shirt?
Power Loader grunted. "Principal Nezu."
Nezu beamed up at the man. "Power Loader. I trust you received my message?"
The pro hero nodded. "It's not every day that I get a call to make some super-advanced Quirk-blocking braces.
He nodded his head in Saitama's general direction. "Especially for someone as strong as he is."
The minute principal peaked into the room behind the teacher. "Is Miss Hatsume not here today?"
Power Loader shook his head as he politely stepped aside for the three to enter. "I sent her home after the incident. She wasn't happy, but I threatened to ban her from the Support Studio for a week if she didn't."
Genos stepped into the large room and instantly began to scan his surroundings. They were in a fairly large room, but it seemed smaller due to the excessive amount of spare parts and scrap metal lying around.
Every single table in this room had some manner of a contraption situated on top of it. From tiny devices that varied in size and shape to huge machines that looked like it was something pulled out from an alien spaceship, the amount of machinery and the strength of the tables astounded him.
He glanced over at a towering pile of seemingly broken contraptions in the corner of the room. Some looked broken and destroyed, some fine but clearly unoperational, and some that looked like they had exploded at one point.
He sincerely hoped they were not the creations of this Power Loader.
The hero in question shuffled over to a table that was miraculously cleared of any spare parts or machinery, with only a few tools to adorn its surface. It was at this point that Genos noticed that the teacher had some metallic claws on the tips of his fingers. He felt his eyes narrow. Was that his Quirk?
Power Loader turned and brandished a metallic bracelet that resembled a bulky watch of some sort. "Here it is, the final product."
Saitama almost looked disappointed as he scrutinized the size of the device. "It's kinda small."
"Small it may be, but it definitely does its job."
"I have one question," Genos said, "What if someone with a mutant Quirk puts that brace on? Will it destroy whatever anomalous abilities they have?"
Nezu shook his head. "No, nothing like that. If you were to put this on me, for example, it would simply hamper my Quirk, High Specs, which gives me heightened intelligence. I would find it harder to think clearly, but it would not do anything else."
Genos nodded. "I see."
Saitama let Power Loader firmly clasp the device onto his arm. It let out a small beep as a light glowed red from the chassis.
He experimentally waved his hand about and clenched his fists. He frowned. "I don't think this is working."
Power Loader smirked and ushered the bald hero into a separate room nearby. He opened the door to reveal what looked like a modified gym, with devices that were clearly used for people with a multitude of different Quirks.
He pulled out a large punching bag that looked like it weighed several hundred pounds.
The hero lightly punched the bag and nodded his head. "Try punching this. I put the settings on your brace to diminish All Might's level of strength. Even he would have a tough time destroying this thing."
Saitama glanced back at Genos and Nezu, who had followed them both into the room. Nezu just gave a small nod.
Saitama clenched a gloved fist and sighed. Here goes nothing.
He punched.
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Izuku grimaced as he experimentally stretched his arm. It was mostly healed by Recovery Girl's Quirk, but it was still sore in some places.
The hero told (but it felt more like an order) Izuku to take it easy for the rest of the day. He was to go straight home and sleep the rest of the day away. While Izuku recoiled at the fact, especially since he had so much he needed to research, he knew there was no talking back to the woman.
The green-haired teen sighed as he walked across the school grounds. It was a nice day outside, an atmosphere that belied the horrible events that occurred a couple hours prior.
The pavilion was completely empty, with a few small cleaning robots rolling around and picking up stray pieces of trash and disposing of them in garbage bins.
He started to make his way to the exit. Of course, nobody was there. There was no reason to suspect anyone would be there in the first place, since everybody was sent home right after the USJ incident, but it would have been nice to see someone.
"Deku!"
Normally, Izuku would have flinched at the sound of his longtime nickname, since it was all Kaachan had referred to him as for the past decade, but this was different. Instead, he smiled a bit and turned to face the voice.
Ochaco huffed as she ran up to Izuku, who was already starting to turn red in the face. "O-Oh, Uraraka! I thought you went home!"
The anti-gravity girl bent over as she smiled up at the blushing boy. "I couldn't leave without knowing that one of my friends was okay, silly."
She frowned a bit as she looked at Izuku. "But are you really alright? Your face is kinda red."
The teen almost yelped as he tried to hide his face. "Oh, it's nothing, I'm just a little tired!"
Ochaco's eyes furrowed with worry. "I guess we should head home then! We could both use a little rest."
Izuku laughed a bit as the blood pumping through his body started to slowly subside. "Yeah, it's been a long day."
The two started to make their way over to the exit. They made conversation, but it was shallow and did not go too deep. And they preferred it that way. They had gone through something traumatic today, and were not prepared to talk about it.
But as soon as they made it to the gate leading to the city, a distant crash caught their attention. With their hearts in their throats and adrenaline pumping through their veins, they turned to face the school once more.
A plume of debris floated down to the surface from the side of the building, tinkling glass and papers drifting along the wind.
But that wasn't the object of concern at the moment. What they were more worried about was the thing that went flying out the hole.
Ochaco squinted as she shielded her eyes from the warm, beating sun. "Is that a punching bag?"
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Sup guys!
I'm sorry for the late update and the somewhat slow chapter. I just wanted to get a few things out of the way before I get to the good stuff.
So yeah, hope you guys liked it. I know not a lot of stuff happened this chapter, but I'll get to the better stuff soon.
I apologize again for the late update. I was battling depression for a fair bit, so I lost motivation for writing for a while. That, and finals kicking my ass.
But I wanted to run a thing by you guys. And the thing is ships.
I admit, I'm new to writing ships, but I kinda want to try things out. What I wanted to ask was what kind of ships would you guys be interested in? I'm pretty set on Izuku x Ochaco at the moment, but if you guys have any other ships for this fic, then I'm happy to listen.
Anywho, thanks for reading, and I'll see you guys next time.
