Hey, hi, hello! It's been a while, hasn't it? I meant to get this chapter WAY earlier than now... but I had complications including a pathetic writer's block. I was in a slump, I guess. Still, I'm taking my time since I don't want to be at the same pace or ahead of the anime.
Also, I've been thinking... I still want to keep writing this story while having the anime and manga side-by-side. As you guys might or might not have known, the manga and anime are not identical, and I take advantage of that. Things may be added or removed. So, I was thinking, maybe I should put this story on hold when the current season (Season 4) stops, and then resume when the next season comes out. It would give me time to adjust my plans if the manga moves in a direction that does not work with the plot I had in mind.
This is something I haven't finally decided on doing but if it does come to it (high chance it will), don't fret because I still have some chapters I would want to write before putting this story on a hiatus! I've watched the second movie before this damn global virus got too serious AND I have BNHA light novels. It's most likely I would use the light novels instead of the movie though as material before the hiatus.
I'm just putting it out there so I don't drop this last minute if I decide to put this story on hiatus.
Anyway, let's move on to the chapter! I hope you enjoy!
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When Mizuha opened her eyes again she almost wished she kept them shut. The blinding fluorescent light coming from above her was terribly blinding for someone who had yet to adjust to brightness. She didn't know what was worse, this light or the light coming from a window. In her opinion, both were equally bad. With squinted eyes, she tried to look around with only her eyes.
It looked like she was in a hospital room.
Obviously… where else would the ambulance bring me?
It was when she began craning her neck, fisting her hands and moving her feet that something appeared above her. She recognized the face very well. She loved this person with all her heart.
"Mommy…"
It didn't matter how old she was. The childlike term would sometimes come out without even thinking.
Mizuki smiled at her daughter before sitting back down. Mizuha's eyes and head followed her mother's movements as she stared at her curiously.
"How are you feeling? In pain?"
Mizuha took a moment just to feel.
"Compared to back then… I'm feeling way better. Still in pain though."
Her mother only nodded, understanding full well thanks to her past experiences. "You have stitches on the areas where you were impaled," The memory of seeing Light throw a lightning spear at her flashed into her mind. "And you have painkillers in your system. It's best if you stay put like this so you don't hurt yourself from needless movements. Recovery Girl wants you to recover some strength and heal a bit on your own before she can come and heal you."
"Is she here?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
Her eyes drifted to the curtain behind her mother. She blinked. From what she could tell, there was light coming from the window on the other side, revealing a silhouette of someone lying in the bed behind the curtain. Oh. So, she was sharing a room.
"Who's on the other side?"
Mizuki turned her head as she glimpsed behind her, waiting. A relieved sigh escaped her. "Fat Gum." she answered. "When your father and I got here, he was sitting by your bed and not listening to the nurses. I had to force him back in bed."
Mizuha took a few seconds to let that sink in.
This evoked an amused giggle to erupt in the girl. The image was one she clearly wanted to see herself. The guy in charge of her work-study forced to get into his bed by her own mother. Oh, how amusing it must have been.
The news about the Heroes and the Haissaikai was on the news. Luckily, Mizuha's parents happened to be at least two hours away from the university hospital where the Heroes were being treated. Thanks to Taishiro and the doctors, Mizuki was well informed about what happened. She appreciated how the tall blond stayed by her daughter's side during her time of fear. If anything, she would have been surprised to know if her daughter remained calm throughout the whole thing. This was a first.
Mizuki's first major wound was nothing comparable to her daughter's first.
Across from Mizuha was a sleeping Amajiki. She could tell from the messy dark hair sprawled on the pillow. If most of the people from the same internship was in the same room, it was probably fine to assume that Kirishima was also in the same room with his bed in front of Taishiro's.
"Hm? Where's dad though?"
"He just went to get some water bottles. He'll be back shortly."
"And Shiran? Wait when exactly did you guys get here? How did you know? Was… Was this on the news?!"
"He'll come when he has time, for now." she answered her first question as she pulled her covers higher. "Just rest and stop asking questions." she said sternly.
Mizuha pouted. "I was just curious." she muttered before turning her head to the other side.
"I know, but you got people sleeping in this room." she pointed at Amajiki as the most obvious example. "We don't want to wake them up by talking. Everyone needs their rest, including you." Mizuki said while slowly lowering the volume of her voice.
Mizuha rest her head properly on her pillow and just stared at the white ceiling above her. It was time for her to recollect the memories of the mission and make sense of what happened. She knew that Chisaki was defeated and that Eri was left unconscious with Midoriya.
"The doctor said that the size of the damage was smaller than expected. You still lost a lot of blood back there though." she informed her daughter by summarizing the words. "It was as if your opponent was being very careful in how they were attacking you. They were trying to cause minimum damage to your body…" Mizuki said while staring at the spot where she saw her daughter's wound when she arrived.
"It was Light, wasn't it?"
Mizuha scoffed in annoyance. "Yep. That psycho's always trying to pull something to try and kidnap me."
Mizuki huffed and crossed her legs. "He's lucky he isn't in front of me right now." Mizuha looked at her mother in amusement, a funny smile appearing on her face. "I'd teach him more than one lesson about even touching my daughter." she grumbled before picking up her phone and unlocking it. "Too bad that the police got to him first."
Ah, parental love. The unconditional love. The love of a parent who used to be a Hero. Her mother probably wasn't saying that threat lightly.
She really loved her mother.
So… he really got arrested?
I wonder if they're going to bring him to Tartarus...
… At least, I can live in peace again.
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As soon as I awoke from my long nightmare, I found myself being moved into another stretcher. A peculiar one. One that would no doubt restrain all my movements.
A gasp.
Light trashed out of the police's grip, surprising the lot of them.
"Stop him!"
"Don't move!"
The students of the university, specifically the nurses, let out shrieks as they moved out of the way when Light bolted out of the room with a face that could only be depicted as one of desperation. He was out of knives, making his warping ability a little bit at a disadvantage. He could only rely on the pieces of metal that were found in the building, shooting from one spot to the next to escape.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He warped away from the policemen running after him. When he stopped, he nearly crashed into a male student holding a clipboard. The guy looked terrified at the sight of him, bracing himself while holding up his clipboard. Light quickly turned on his heel and avoided colliding into him while side stepping. His body nearly flew onto the tiled floor from how clumsy and fast he was moving, his flight response going haywire.
He just needed to leave. To get out of this place. Possibly go into hiding.
It all happened so very quickly. He wasn't quite sure how he was able to catch sight of it himself. But, for a brief moment, he had seen a man entering a room while holding a water bottle while he kept running in the hallway. The inside of the room was revealed.
An all too familiar girl was lying on a hospital bed, smiling at the person who was coming inside.
Mizuha.
That girl…
THAT—
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Taishiro, who was resting peacefully in his bed, suddenly awoke from the sound of their door slamming open. Amajiki, who was also sleeping just seconds ago, literally jolted in his bed with an eye wide open. Kirishima was also surprised.
The frightened shout of a man and woman did not help them calm down.
Neither did Mizuha's sudden shout for someone to get away.
Taishiro swung his legs over the bed before ripping the curtains to the side to check out what was going on. The Villain identified as Light was standing in front of their doorway, panting and looking panicked.
"What?! What is he doing here?!" Kirishima's muffled yell manage to sound in the room. He had also gotten out of his bed to look behind the curtain albeit he was too bandaged up to actually do anything if he wanted to.
Mizuha's shock was reflected in Light's eyes. Despite her mother's words from earlier, she attempted to defend herself by sitting up. Her body wasn't quite ready to move around yet so pain flared inside of her. She winced and held her side.
Light took sudden long and quick strides towards her, reducing the distance between them in mere seconds.
"Wh… WHY?! WHY DID YOU—?!"
Taishiro growled, "You better back the hell away from her!" he shouted while grabbing the remote sitting on the night stand. He was about to pitch it at the guy's head and then throw a fist in his face if he kept getting closer.
… Until a beam of water shoved Light out of the room. The water slammed him into the wall facing the room, not stopping until he received a face full of water, practically drowning him.
Tenran, Kirishima, Amajiki and Taishiro paused, and then stared at the person who did it.
The water stopped. Light fell on his knees and hands while coughing out the water he accidentally let into his mouth.
Mizuha blinked with her mouth dropped open.
The young nurses and doctors-to-be stared at the scene while keeping their distance.
Light wiped the water away from his face and then stared up, shock written all over his face.
Mizuki was standing in front of Mizuha's bed with water spheres swirling violently in the palms of her hand. Zeus' wrath was probably contained inside each of them.
"You have some nerve showing your face around here! I'm about to end your whole— DON'T YOU DARE MOVE!"
Taishiro and Tenran quickly went over to her in an attempt to stop her before she did something worse. As much as her actions were justified, she couldn't just drown the hospital at her will. They tried to stop her. Tried. The moment she glared at her husband AND the Pro-Hero, the two men stepped away from the woman. They were not about to deal with a mother's wrath. A mother's wrath was not something to be messed with. She was scary. They both looked around worriedly, hoping for someone else to come and help before the woman likely killed her daughter's assaulter.
Mizuki kicked the Villain square in the chest, pushing him back into a sitting position.
Light's eyes only stared back at the woman's face. The longer he stared… he had this strong feeling that he was dealing with Mizuha's relative.
Her eyes. The woman's eyes. Mizuha had the same eyes. The resemblance was getting clearer and clearer. Their Quirk was also the same in a way.
This must be her mother…
Just as Mizuki was about to pass judgment on the Villain, her Quirk stopped. Her water dropped into a puddle in front of her, on Light, drenching him even further.
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"Mrs. Hyoumei, I would ask that you do not act so rashly." Aizawa spoke, eyes red and hair standing a few feet away from the woman. "I understand that you are angry but you must not act based on your emotions alone. I'm sure you know that since you used to work as a Hero. It's unprofessional."
Mizuki's eyes did not look away from Light's being. Her arm lowered down though. "I am acting as a mother protecting her child right now."
"And that's fine, but think of the other people in this building. Think rationally about what you're doing."
Aizawa was basically scolding Mizuha's mother and he had every right to do so. He knew that she knew what she should be really doing despite her justified acts. And that was not what she was doing at this moment.
"Besides, Light doesn't look like he's going to fight back anytime soon. He's cornered."
He was right. Ever since Mizuki had attacked him, he hadn't done anything to fight back or protect himself. And the more she looked at him, the more she could see something slowly taking place in his face. It started with his eyes, but then it showed on his entire face.
Hopeless and despair.
He had lost.
He had no will to fight back and protect himself.
The older woman sighed. "You're right," she turned away from Light when she saw the police arriving. "I'm sorry for causing a commotion."
Tenran smiled gently at his wife as he approached her. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we take a walk? It'll cool your head."
Mizuki took her husband's suggestion and walked off with him. She also took the mess she made along with her. She couldn't evaporate water like her daughter so had to clean up the water the old fashion way; by transporting it away. She also took that opportunity to give Aizawa a moment with Team Fat Gum. It seemed like he wanted to speak with them, especially knowing how everyone was awake from that recent incident.
Light was taken away by the police with absolutely no resistance. He allowed them to take him out of the hospital without saying a word.
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Chisaki and his lackeys were arrested. Light was the only one from the League of Villains that was arrested along with them. Eri had been successfully rescued from Chisaki. However, her current condition was not quite stable since she was running a fever. They were keeping her quarantined somewhere in the hospital since they were still wary of her Rewind Quirk. Overall, what Aizawa told them so far, it was good news.
Until he paused and continued.
"Nighteye has passed and Togata Mirio has lost his Quirk."
Togata had lost his Quirk. He was hit from one of their bullets, except that this time, it is was the real deal.
Everyone in the room expressed their shock through either a gasp or with their shocked facial expressions.
Flashes of Nighteye appeared in Mizuha's mind as the information sunk in. It was true that Nighteye was in a bad shape when the rescue operation was over. She saw him. Her wound was nothing compared to his. He had an entire spike inside of him. He was missing an arm too. A clearly different state than when she saw him minutes before she went after Togata. So much had happened during that time interval.
Togata must feel terrible… that was his mentor, right?
Mizuha looked at her sheets and frowned.
This made Amajiki lower his head, saddened by the news for his friend. Kirishima stayed quiet as he sat on his bed while Taishiro looked frustrated.
Mizuha stared blankly at her sheets.
When…?
Slowly, she looked at her teacher. "Aizawa-sensei… did Togata happen to say when it happened? Losing his Quirk I mean."
"He did." Aizawa said as he nodded. "He said that he was shot not too long after Light took you away."
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What?
Mizuha's eyes widened.
It was one of the Hassaikai. Someone had shot him with those Quirk-erasing bullets. Was it Kurono? Last she remembered, his gun landed meters away from where his body was. Perhaps he was able to reach for his gun after Chisaki sealed her away in the room with Light. Yes, that was probably—
Mizuha blinked.
Wait. No.
She remembered seeing the one with the gun, crawling into the room right when Chisaki had sealed the hole separating her and Togata. He had a gun. He had a damn gun. It was him. The guy who had the Confession Quirk.
She gripped her sheets tightly, her face shadowed by her bangs as she lowered her head. The frustration was beginning to take root deep within her.
"About Light," Aizawa spoke just before she started brooding over it. "You did well in stopping him. However, I don't really approve of the way you did it. You shouldn't be going that far."
This snapped Mizuha out of her slightly depressed state. She blinked and looked up. "What?" she asked with her voice laced with confusion. "But I stopped him, didn't I?"
How else could she have stopped him? He kept coming after her. She needed to stop him. He was pinned down.
Aizawa sighed. "Stopping him doesn't mean leaving him drowning in a pool of his own blood."
The three other people in the room landed their sights on the girl. Her right eye squinted and her brow curved as she titled her head to the side.
Taishiro gaped. "You did what?"
Mizuha gave her teacher an even more confused look. "What? Pool of his own blood?" she repeated his description. "I didn't do that! All I did was pin his hands and legs down! The only thing I did to actually make him bleed was stab in his hands and his calf! That's it!" she defended herself. "I never tried to take his life."
"You didn't?" Aizawa stared at her thoughtfully.
"I swear! The last thing on my mind was to try and kill him! I'm pretty sure I knew what I was doing, I didn't lose my sense of what was right and wrong."
"Because that's how the police found him. He was practically dying in that room."
Mizuha was rendered speechless. Seriously? That's how they found him?
Taishiro crossed his arms and frowned. "Maybe one of Hassaikai or League of Villains tried to dispose of 'im while we weren't lookin'." he suggested.
That had to be true because she was a hundred percent sure she didn't want to kill him back there.
Mizuha nodded in agreement while pointing at Taishiro. "Yeah! I had nothing to do with that! I just did as you told me: focus on Eri. I made sure he was pinned down, and then I went back in the room where Chisaki suddenly turned into a four-armed monster! If anyone was going to die in that room it was probably going to be me with how much blood I was losing…"
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If it wasn't Mizuha… then who did it?
Aizawa didn't say anything as he tried to think about who could have done it. From what Aizawa gathered so far from the others, seven of the Hassaikai under Chisaki were defeated while he fused with the eighth, Kurono was with him, and most of the gang members were above ground being held by the heroes and police. That eliminated the Yakuza as potential suspects. That left the Twice and Toga Himiko from the League of Villains. The Heroes had very little information about their whereabouts during the whole operation since they appeared to rat out Irinaka and to make a hole in the ground to reveal Chisaki and Deku.
Someone tried to kill Light, hoping he would be dead by the time the police found him.
The League seemed like a strong suspect.
Aizawa nodded his head. "Alright. I'll tell the police."
Mizuha frowned but nodded. "If they don't believe me… get someone with a Quirk-memory-searching-thing…" she muttered.
With that, Aizawa left them to rest up and walked away from their door. He just needed to find a police officer that was still hanging around the hospital. One of them should still be around.
It was quiet in the room for a while after he left. Everyone was settled back into their beds comfortably as they let the information sink in.
"I can't believe this…" Taishiro said in frustration, his eyes narrowed while he stared at the floor. "Nighteye…" he said softly.
The girl lowered herself back on the bed. Her head rested on the soft pillow and she stared at the white ceiling above her.
Nighteye… Togata…
Her fists clenched tightly.
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She shut her eyes tightly. The memories of the operation flashing in her mind. She recalled every interaction she had with the two. Nighteye and Togata had both kept her away from harm's way at least once. Every moment from that operation, she remembered it so vividly.
Was there something I could have done…?
Throughout the whole ride to the police station, Light remained quiet. He didn't fight back when they handcuffed him. He was obedient and quiet. He listened to every word the police would tell him. Even though they could feel no resistance from him, they still kept him under their tight surveillance.
They brought him into an interrogation room.
After he sat on his chair, the handcuffs felt painfully heavy on his wrists. It felt heavier than anything he ever lifted. He was completely silent and he kept his eyes on the center of the table, waiting with the other officers for the person who was supposed to start questioning him.
He didn't know what to think at this moment.
He just knew that it was all over for him.
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Eijin stood behind the glass, standing next to an officer as Light did nothing but literally breathe. Compared to how the police and Heroes described him, his calm and defeated demeanor was a contrast to his eerie and crazy tendencies. He could only take a guess that he was one of those who acted tough but would be reduced to silence when they got caught. Just like a child who knew they did something wrong but fell silent when they knew they were in trouble.
The instructor's presence for Light's interrogation was justified. He was the uncle of Villain's target, and he was Mizuha's guardian while she was staying at the dorm. He had the bigger responsibility to ensure his niece's safety. Any relevant information regarding the potential danger to his niece's safety that the League might pose would also be reported back to the school.
The officer next to him crossed his arms. "He's very calm." he stated the obvious. "I wonder what's going through this one's mind."
Eijin frowned and rubbed his stubbly chin. "Maybe he's trying to keep his mouth shut?"
As soon as the words left him, a tall brown haired man entered the room.
"Oh, Sakurai's in."
Sakurai pulled the chair and seated himself in it. He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, locking his hands together on the table. It was quiet. You could hear a pin drop loud in clear if one ever fell. The interrogator kept his eyes on the Villain in front of him, who still fixed his eyes on the table. Light didn't budge, he didn't make an effort to make eye contact with him.
Sakurai raised a brow.
"Alright, Light. I really don't make things as worse as it is. So, let's make things simple, alright?"
"…"
"Did you hear me?"
Light didn't even blink.
"Light—"
"—don't."
Eijin's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Don't?" Sakurai repeated.
"Don't… don't call me that. That's not my name. My name's… Kyourai Rion."
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"Alright, Kyourai -san ."
Saying his real name finally made him move. His head slowly tilted up. His sand brown hair was parted messily to the point where you could see his left eye. His purple eye revealed nothing but a lightless hue. Kyourai was no longer just a man branded as a Villain, he was a defeated man. However, this didn't really change anything. This man was still in need of questioning in order to figure out why the young girl from U.A High School was a target. They needed to know what his agenda was and why did it align with the League of Villains for them to team up. Once they finished with that task, they would address his crimes.
"Your target was Hyoumei Mizuha, correct?"
"Yes."
"According to witnesses, you referred to her as a 'pillar', right?"
"… Yes."
"Why did you want to capture her? What did you mean by pillar?"
Kyourai's eye narrowed as he stared at the table. He didn't answer him. His mouth had parted once, but nothing came out. When nothing came out, Kyourai shut his eyes and gritted his teeth before closing his mouth.
Eijin narrowed his eyes. Why is he hesitating?
"Kyourai-san?"
"I… I don't know."
Sakurai narrowed his eyes. He wasn't satisfied with that answer. "You don't know why you targeted Hyoumei Mizuha?" he asked before sighing heavily. "I find that hard to believe. I would appreciate it if you didn't lie to me. You're just making this worse for yourself."
Kyourai lowered his head, looking like an animal going back into its hiding spot.
"I'll ask again, why did you want with Hyoumei, and what did you mean by 'pillar'?"
"…"
"You endangered the life of a student, killed and tortured people. You laughed and boasted about those accomplishments, and yet, you chose to remain quiet now?"
Sakurai was pressuring him.
Kyourai fists rattled together.
It seemed to be working.
"Why did you try to capture Hyoumei?"
"… I don't know."
Sakurai frowned.
"Tell me, what did you mean by 'pillar'?"
Kyourai's fists suddenly banged against the table, causing Sakurai to jump a little in his seat. Eijin and the officer behind the glass readied themselves just in case Kyourai lunged at the interrogator.
"I SAID I DON'T KNOW!" he shouted, trembling. "STOP ASKING ME SOMETHING I CAN'T ANSWER!"
Sakurai pulled his arms away from the table and leaned back against his chair. He clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes and the Villain.
"Why are you lying to me?"
Eijin and the officer looked at each other after Kyourai's sudden outburst. They weren't expecting him to just explode like that. The officer quickly left the room and left Eijin to witness the interrogation on his own. The results were the same, it wasn't going anywhere. The rest of Sakurai's questions were given the same answer and Kyourai was looking more and more anxious about the situation. The Villain refused to look at the interrogator as he answered the questions. Sakurai tried to intimidate Kyourai by approaching him and slamming his hands on the table, but it was futile. Kyourai would flinch, yes, but his answers were still the same. Not too long after, the officer returned inside the room and returned to his place next to Eijin. A few seconds later, an average height woman with long hair entered the room, catching all the men's attention.
Eijin looked at the officer. "Who's that?"
"Oh, she helps out the station sometimes. She's an info-broker. Luckily, she hadn't left the station so I requested for her help. She can come in handy in situations like this."
"How is she going to help?"
"Her Quirk. It's basically a lie detector. If she holds a person's hand, she'll be able to tell if they're lying from color of the light emanating from both their hands."
Eijin nodded with an impressed look.
Kyourai stared at the woman with his visible eye, watching her cautiously, wondering who this person was. The woman only smiled at him, at Villain. She did not introduce herself or anything like that, she simply held out her hand to him and asked him to hold hers. His purple eye went from her face to her hand, unsure about what to do. It seemed like he was trying to figure out if he was going to be safe. He really did seem like a cornered animal, except that he did not bite to survive. Once he deduced that she presented no harm, he complied and placed his hand firmly in hers.
In response, she also held his hand tightly but not too much to hurt him.
The woman looked at Sakurai and nodded.
"I'll ask you once again, Kyourai-san."
Kyourai lowered his head in defeat. He was sick and tired of hearing the same questions already. When was it finally going to stop? They were already haunting his mind. Wasn't that enough? No. Of course, it wasn't.
"What did you want with Hyoumei Mizuha?"
"… How many times do I have to say it?" he asked, he whispered. He didn't trust his voice to be steady if he spoke any louder. "I. Don't. Know."
Sakurai looked at their joined hands and furrowed his brows together.
Their hands glowed green.
Eijin pointed at their hands. "True?"
The officer nodded. "He's telling the truth." he affirmed.
"What did you mean by 'pillar'?"
Kyourai lowered his head and shook it slowly. "I don't know…"
Green.
The teacher put his hand under his chin thoughtfully. "He doesn't know… Did he hit his head or something? Why doesn't he remember?"
"No. According to the hospital, he didn't have any head injury."
"… Weird." Eijin dropped his hand. "So, now what?" he groaned.
Kyourai kept staring at the floor with his hand still in the woman's. His body fell slack now that he felt more relaxed. The tension and the pressure were slowly dissipating, easing his mind immensely. All he needed to do now was just answer the interrogator's questions truthfully. He wouldn't be accused of lying otherwise.
Sakurai crossed his arms when he leaned his back on his chair. He didn't ask another question. He was trying to think of something that might give him a straight answer. He couldn't exactly deny his answers anymore, they were being justified by a Quirk. He couldn't just call out a Quirk for being defective either.
The woman tapped Kyourai's shoulder. It did nothing. He didn't react to it. However, she did feel his hand tense in hers, meaning he was giving her his attention.
"Were you a bystander or in control?"
Kyourai took a sharp intake of breath.
"Hah?" Sakurai looked at her in confusion, "What kind of question is that?"
The woman paused and stared up at ceiling, thinking of a proper answer. "A question that he would understand the meaning of?" it sounded more like question to Sakurai. "He knows that he's after that girl. So, I want to know if he was a hundred percent there since he doesn't know what he wanted with her."
Kyourai only let out a hollow laugh as a response. His hand holding the woman's lost its strength. He pulled his hand away and he just shook his head while covering his face with both of his hands. "Does it even matter? It wouldn't change a damn thing."
"What do you mean it won't change?" Sakurai prodded.
The woman tilted her head. "It'll change how we see things."
"It won't erase all the crimes I've committed!" he was becoming hysterical. "I have all sorts of blood on my hands! I slaughtered and tortured people… people whose names I didn't even know… even faces I don't know! I don't know who they could have been… what future they could have had. I took away the futures of many people! I'll just be thrown into Tartarus like every dangerous villain because I know full well people see me as a threat! I have no future…"
He was heaving.
The woman grinned. "You were a bystander. You had no control." she affirmed. "You lost your self and identity for several years, and now finally came back to see what the reality has in store for you. How sad."
Kyourai narrowed his eyes at the woman at that last comment. It looked like she enjoying the fact that she deduced the truth with a simple question.
"Wait!" Sakurai suddenly said with his hand up to stop her. "How can you prove what you just said is true?" Sakurai asked, looking clearly unconvinced.
The woman chuckled. "Easy." she snatched his hands and held them firmly with her two. She stared dead into his eyes and smiled. "All this time, your actions were never your own. You hurt people against your own will. Am I right?"
Kyourai gritted his teeth and didn't look away from her eyes. He shook his head. "My answer won't change anything."
"For you but it might help us." she grinned. "So, answer the question, Kyourai Rion."
His answer really wouldn't change anything. Nothing for him, and nothing for the woman's Quirk. There was no escape from her question. The only thing that would reveal or change anything would be how he answered the question. It would represent how he felt and how he would choose his next step.
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"No."
Their hands lit red. He was lying, causing a chuckle to escape the woman as she felt proud for figuring out the truth in a matter of minutes. All the people watching the two were in shocked at the revelation. This made things a lot more difficult and complicated.
But…
Kyourai answered negatively. He chose to. He chose suffering instead of the truth. He chose a dark place rather than a speck of light that might give him hope.
He didn't want any hope.
He wanted to keep the blood on his hands.
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The next day, Recovery Girl made her rounds. She dropped by to see those who were involved in the recent rescue mission, dropping one of her kisses on those who needed healing. However, Mizuha's turn was put on hold again. The little old lady felt that she needed at least one more day of rest before she could heal her with her Quirk. Her turn would have to be tomorrow.
Amajiki, Kirishima and Taishiro were getting discharged the day they were healed, leaving Mizuha as the single intern from Fat Gum's Agency. Actually, everyone else was leaving aside from two students. She was one of the two that remained at the hospital.
Togata and Mizuha were told stay another day.
With Fat Gum fully healed, he left the hospital first since he had things to take care of. He was skinny but he was already stuffing his face to get back his fat. He started off light since he was dealing with hospital food. Taishiro was chewing on a banana when he lightly tousled Mizuha's hair and patted her head while telling her to take care before leaving.
Now, it was the other two's turn to leave.
Mizuha sulked when she saw Kirishima stretching in his school uniform while Amajiki silently watched his junior while sitting at the end of his bed. The two were getting ready to head out. She slumped in her bed even further when she saw Amajiki push himself up on his feet, indicating that they were finally leaving. The girl had to spend another night in the hospital… honestly, she was getting tired of sleeping in hospitals. She wanted to be in her own damn bed while snuggling with her favorite pillow.
"I'll see you at school, Mizuha." Kirishima smiled at her when he waved his hand. "Take it easy until you're fully healed, okay?"
The sight of her body back then… he didn't like remembering it. He was really worried about her. Now that she was okay, he really hoped she didn't push herself so that she could heal quickly. He wanted her back on her feet like usual.
"Okay." she said while nodding like an obedient child.
Her eyes left Kirishima's face when she saw her senior catching up to Kirishima. Amajiki also looked at her once Kirishima made it out the door.
"Take care." he said while giving her a small smile. "Don't forget about Mirio."
Right, Togata…
Mizuha only gave him a small quick forced smile. It was an ambiguous answer. She didn't nod her head or give him a verbal answer, hoping this small gesture would be enough to give him the idea that she would do as the others did.
Then she was left alone.
She sighed heavily.
Everyone had dropped by to at least see how the blond third year was doing before getting discharged from the hospital. Mizuha was the only one who didn't. She understood why he wanted to see her. It had to be because of what he saw when they tried to get Eri out of there. Her body was a mess. But still, did he really need to physically see that she was okay? She was pretty sure someone from the Fat Gum Agency told him that she was still breathing.
… I don't want to see him.
Not while she felt like this.
Most of her time was spent recalling the events of the rescue operation. Her eyes would stay glued to the ceiling at night as she tried to figure out if things would turn out differently if she did something slightly different. If she did, maybe she could have changed the outcome of something. Togata's outcome. Her mind kept searching for the possibilities.
I was the last person with him before he lost his Quirk… I should have done something to change things.
Should she had made then choice to attack Light first before they got sealed away in a room? Would that have solved anything? Maybe not. The possibility of beating Light back then. It seemed impossible with how skilled he was. Even if she had a high chance of beating him, she still would have needed time to beat him if she wanted to get back to the other side. That would mean that Togata would still go through the same thing, losing his Quirk.
Mizuha rolled onto her good side, hiding away her face in the sheets of the bed. Her eyes shut in frustration.
She really couldn't go see him like this. Not when her thoughts and feelings were all over the place.
I should have done something different…!
But what…?
…
…
The next day, Shiran came to see her. He and Mizuha talked for at least thirty minutes before he announced that he needed to leave. Apparently, he left the house earlier than usual before heading to work just to drop by the university hospital. He knew he was still going to be late, but it wouldn't be an hour late. He made sure of that. Endeavor probably wouldn't be too happy and neither would his colleagues if he was later than an hour. Then again, he probably should have warned them he'd be late because of family related business.
Shiran got up from his seat and smiled at his little sister. "Don't forget to call sometimes." he reminded her as he started turning around. But fingers caught his sleeve and tugged it twice, causing him to turn around.
"Hmm?"
Mizuha stared at him and opened her arms.
He blinked.
"What's this all of a sudden?" he laughed but didn't refuse. He lowered himself and held her tightly. "Acting like a little kid." he remarked while rubbing her back.
"I just needed a hug after what happened…"
Shiran smiles softly at this before rubbing her back soothingly. He leaned his head against hers. "You did well. You contributed to the rescue of an innocent child. I know that there some things that were unpleasant… but you should be proud of your efforts!"
"… Really?"
"Absolutely! I'm proud of my little sister for doing well on her first Hero mission." he grinned before sighing a little. "I just wish that Light-bastard didn't have to interfere with you."
Mizuha started playing with her fingers behind her brother's back.
"Speaking of that bastard, what happened to him?"
"Oh, he got seriously injured so they treated him here. But he was already taken away by the police. What mom told you was what happened right after he woke up."
"Did you hurt him that bad?"
Mizuha shook her head against her brother's shoulder. "No. I didn't go that far."
Shiran pulled away from his sister but still kept his arms around her, he moved away just enough to see her face. He smiled at her and told her that he was glad that she didn't resort to that level of violence. He was relieved. Mizuha started at him too until she turned her head away a little and shutting her eyes. Then she lowered her head, hiding away her eyes from her brother's view. Seeing this, the brother's brow rose up but he didn't try to catch sight of her face again.
"But what if…" she mumbled, the sound of her voice only for his ears to catch.
He only hummed in a questioning tone while tilting his head, angling it in a way where he attempted to try and see her eyes.
"What if the fact that he's still alive and kicking is proof that I messed up again…?"
Shiran didn't say anything for a moment. He blinked and stared at the curtain, her hair, that contributed to hiding her face away. "What do you mean?"
The tone she said her words in. They were drenched in the same kind of tone that he heard her speak in when he opened his phone after five long years. That was setting off warning bells in his head almost instantly. His sister was not fine.
Mizuha didn't answer him for a moment until she shook her head. "No, never mind." she said while pulling her head up and looking at her brother with an apathetic look on her face.
"No, I'm not going to let you drop it just like that. I want to know what you meant. How would his life mean anything to you, especially putting you in situation where you were to blame? That's not something you just say if it doesn't mean anything."
Another period of self-blame was not going to take root inside his little sister again. He was going to find the root and rip it out while making sure nothing was left. He needed to stop it.
He was going to help her now that he was actually conscious.
Mizuha frowned as she saw her brother look a little more stern, a different look compared to his usual cheerful face. It was at that moment that she thought that keeping her troubles to herself again might have been better. The next part could have been avoided entirely.
Shiran loosed his hold on around her and made himself sit next to her while twisting his body to face her. "Tell me, Mizuha."
The sister sighed. "It's just that… I made this new friend recently." she raked her fingers through her bangs as a way to avoid eye contact with her older brother. "And I was with him up against Overhaul, the head of the yakuza group. We were together when we protected Eri… I know we had the upper hand. I know that. But then, Light came and he…" her fingers clutched her bangs. "He separated me from Togata… he lost his Quirk while I was gone. He was shot by a Quirk erasing bullet."
Shiran slowly closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose. A small reassuring smile appeared on his lips as he gently undid her fist with both of his hands, and he ran his thumb against her knuckles to soothe her. "Mizuha," he started softly. "If what you're implying is that it's your fault because you weren't by his side… That will never be your fault. It shouldn't be."
She ripped her hand out of her brother's and stared at him with wide eyes, surprising him. "Light got in the way and then Chisaki isolated us… I could have done something… I know that! He came after me after I defeated him once!" she started gritting her teeth as she lowered her gaze to stare at the hands that slowly rose between them. She stared at her palms as if she saw an answer within them. "… Light was vulnerable back when I defeated him for the first time… He was unconscious. He was defenseless." her hands dropped on the bed. Her eyes began blinking away the slight tears of frustration that were threatening to become a bigger in volume. "The more I think about it… the more I think that maybe killing him or something would have made a huge difference—"
"Mizuha!"
She jumped.
Shiran instantly grabbed her head and made her look at him. He brought his face closer to hers and looked into her eyes. "Listen to me." he commanded sharply. This sudden gesture and sense of authority in his voice was enough to shock her. Her mouth fell a bit open as she stared back at her brother who had his eyebrows narrowing down. "You can't think like that. Don't let yourself think that way. Never! You hear me? Not even if you're just saying that out of pure spite and frustration."
"But wouldn't that have made a difference—?!"
He shook his head. "I don't care if it would!" he said in a loud voice before he removed his hands from her head and reached down to grab both of her hands. He held each one in a single hand between their bodies, showing her hands to herself. "See these hands? These hands were meant to save, to protect, to help, to draw, they were meant to do anything but take life."
Mizuha stared at her hands quietly and did not provide her brother with a response.
His hold loosened around her wrists just enough for them to tilt downward a bit. "I understand that you're frustrated because of him, I get it. But you really mustn't think like that. You'll only drown yourself in regret, and that's a place I definitely don't want you back in. You've done so well, you can't go back into a pool of self-blame."
Then he hugged her tightly. "Yes. It's unfortunate that your friend lost his Quirk, but you can't blame yourself for that. You can't. Especially if it means regretting that you did not take someone's life." he pulled away from her and held her face gently. "That was definitely not your fault. Okay?"
Mizuha only stared at the brother, blinking a few times while swallowing down a lump.
"Mizuha."
The girl only leaned her head against the left side of his hand, frowning as she looked away from the eyes that matched hers. "… I know that I'm still going to be thinking about it for a while." she muttered.
"And that's fine, but don't let your thoughts swallow you. You have to remember that taking life is never a good answer. Think about it once, and then let it go. Talk to someone if you need to. You can call me or mom and we'd gladly listen to you. Even your friends. I'm sure Kirishima would seem like a good listener." he removed his hands away from her face and dropped them on his lap. "I mean, he's already listened to you before."
It was faint, but this made Mizuha recall Kirishima's actions which caused the right side of her mouth to tug upwards for a brief moment. This did not escape Shiran's eye and it was enough for him to feel a little relieved. It was like he could see the cloud above her head slowly clearing away.
"Yeah."
Shiran smiled at his sister before holding her in his arms and affectionately petting the back of her hair. When he felt her reciprocate the gesture, it made him sway the both of them gently, side to side. As much as he'd like to avoid situations where his sister was feeling sad or frustrated with something she'd rather keep to herself, he was sort of glad it happened again. He was glad he helped her get over a hurdle like a good brother should. It was impossible to do so while he was sleeping. It pained him to know how his sister grew up to be someone who would keep to herself to avoid hurt or complications. He loved his sister dearly so it was frustrating to find out how he couldn't do anything back then. Perhaps a few simple words would have turned the whole situation around since she was still young and vulnerable. A few words that would help rebuild that bridge that collapsed and never mended for a long time.
Not this time.
This time, he would help fix the cracks that had formed, reinforcing them once mended.
Shiran smiled at his baby sister. She looked so cute in his arms that he couldn't help nuzzling his nose against her forehead.
"Hiii Mizuhaa~ I'm your big brother! My name is Shiran!"
He promised. He promised that he would be her shield to protect her so that she can smile and be happy.
Shiran missed his chance to fulfill that promise at a crucial time in her life. But he was still given a chance to do it now.
"You'll be fine." said Shiran.
It only took a few seconds but she replied.
Mizuha nodded her head against him and muttered a quiet 'okay'.
"I really hate that guy..." Mizuha sighed.
"I know."
Not too long after, a nurse entered the room. She notified Mizuha about how Recovery Girl was ready to treat her and that the doctor would be seeing her before she was discharged. The nurse went inside the room to make sure she was healed enough to move without feeling too much pain.
Shiran announced that he would be leaving and waved his hand as he left the room. He left before she did and was able to see someone standing next to her door. He found a student from her school standing there with a surprised look on his face that was quickly replaced with a friendly smile.
Too sunshine-y, Shiran thought as he squinted his eyes.
Ah, wait a moment. There were only two students left… so he must be—
The nurse walked out of the room, followed by Mizuha. Shiran purposely blocked her sight from the student behind her and smiled brightly at his sister. He figured he should let his sister recollect herself before she comes face to face with the person whose condition she blamed herself for.
"You take care now~" He said cheerfully while lightly pinching her cheek. This made her pout a little. Her hand rose up to lightly swat his hand away, but he avoided her hit by pulling away in time. She gave him a little smile and followed after the nurse again.
Once she turned around the corner, Shiran sighed and stepped away from the third year. He turned around to face him while pointing at the door. "Did you happen to hear…?"
Togata apologized sheepishly as he nodded his head, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I'm sorry."
Shiran waved it off. "It's fine." he laughed lightly. "I'm Shiran Hyoumei, Mizuha's older brother."
In Togata's head, the sound of a dog barking went off in his head before illustrating a little white dog.
OH!
"I'm Togata Mirio, Hyoumei's friend."
Shiran was right about who this younger fellow was.
Shiran shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled a little. "I take it you couldn't pull your ears away because you knew she was talking about you." he reached back and ruffled the back of his hair. "Well, it's not so bad. Maybe it's a good thing that you heard it. She's prone to self-blame that girl. It's not good, especially when she hides it so well." he sighed before rolling his shoulders back. "I just hope she doesn't dwell on it too much. That's the last thing she needs with the progress she's made."
Togata blinked. "Progress?"
The older Hyoumei took out his phone and turned it on. There was a pause. His eyes widened comically and he nearly dropped his phone. "Oh fuck!" he tucked it back in his pocket. "I'm going to be laaate!" he started dashing off to the nearest window and before opening it, he turned around and waved at the third year.
Then he jumped out the window, shocking the blond boy.
"Whoa! Hold on!" Togata gaped with an outstretched hand as he bolted to the window. He dropped his hands on the lower ledge and peered down below.
Water shot towards the ground before it materialized into Shiran's form that was already running off before his body was even re-completed.
"Huh… must run in the family."
A sigh.
Mizuha frowned as she properly put on her uniform.
Her reflection in the mirror after receiving treatment from Recovery Girl was weighing on her mind. She kept staring at the spot where she was impaled for about two minutes before she started getting ready to leave the university hospital.
It wasn't so bad. It was just as her mother said. The wound was not as bad as it looked. The wound was not completely healed. According to the school nurse, she half healed so that she wouldn't drain too much from her. She didn't have to worry though, she would heal it again in a few days until it was really gone for sure.
Recovery Girl healed her enough to make sure she could attend her classes without feeling too much pain. It was nearly completely healed, so it was bearable.
But…
Mizuha slung her bag over one shoulder and stomped out of her room.
"I hate change."
The thing she couldn't stand was seeing something that was not supposed to be there, something out of the ordinary. She had a keen eye for things that changed, and it annoyed her. There was that weird feeling of being confused and slightly turned off, the same kind of feeling she felt when she used to come home and see that her room's furniture had been moved thanks to her mother's sudden decision to move around things.
This was no different.
Thankfully, she gets used to the change relatively quickly.
Mizuha walked down the stairs and made sure to move out of the way when she saw people rushing up.
I don't know where I am… so I'll have to use my phone to get back to school. Ah… I just wanna go home and cuddle with Sho… or just something soft.
With her phone in her hand, she made her way towards the doors of the hospital while setting up her coordinates for U.A. High School. But as she was about to close the distance to reach the door, she stopped halfway and lowered her phone a little. She was unsure about what to do. Should she stop by his room or wait and face him another day to calm her feelings? There was a possibility that he might not even still be at the hospital. No… if he did leave before her… she was pretty sure that he would have tried to see her, she was sure of it.
Because that's the kind of person he is…
Mizuha clenched her fists.
I'm doing the same thing as before… I'm running away again. I'm turning away.
"Not this time… I'll try to go see him if he's still here." Mizuha muttered to herself before pivoting on her heel and walking back.
Until someone spun her back the other way and started dragging her out of the hospital. She let out a yelp when her wrist was yanked firmly. Her eyes fixed the hand on her limb and immediately looked up. She was met with a beaming smile and a thumbs up.
"Alright! We're both healed and ready to head out! Let's gooo!" Togata announced cheerfully.
"Wa-Wait! What the—?!" Mizuha quickly caught her bag before it dropped from her shoulder, a task she had trouble with since her free hand was caught. She had to hold up her arm and angle herself in an odd way to keep her bag from touching the floor, making her walk look a little strange.
"Togata! Wait!"
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…
…
Like the first time he dragged her, he didn't really listen to her. He just made sure she was following him to the train station while making light conversation. However, when they got on the train, it was quiet. Proper etiquette had to be respected, especially with the number of people around them. She ended up next to the door with Togata facing her. She would keep her gaze outside the window just to keep herself occupied since she didn't want to disturb others by using her phone.
Togata wouldn't be attending classes for a while. She didn't ask what he was going to do. She figured he was probably going to stay at the dorm or probably pack up some stuff and go home for a while.
Mizuha sighed while shutting her eyes, temporarily blocking away the outside world to gather her thoughts once more. It wouldn't be a long ride, but it would most likely be enough to relax and think once more about what her brother told her.
Togata observed her from his spot. He was aware she didn't just fall sleep while standing. Her body was leaning against the door while her arms were crossed. Her rights fingers were making little movements. Starting from her pinky, she would lightly press into her arm, one finger at a time, until she reached her index finger. Then she repeated this process starting from her index to her pinky.
A frown made its way on his face.
Aside from when he dragged her out of the hospital, she had never once looked at him in the eyes. A sure sign that she was trying to subtly avoid him.
The moment the train stopped at their destination, Mizuha's eyes shot open and she easily maneuvered her way out of the train with Togata following closely behind doing the same.
Once they made it out of the station and they were on the road to the school, he placed a hand on her head while they walked, surprising her. She blinked and looked at him with his hand on her head.
"Yes?"
"It really isn't your fault."
...
...
Mizuha narrowed her eyes at him. "You heard?" she dropped her shoulders. "Really?" her brow lifted.
"I didn't mean to. I wanted to go check on you but I saw you had a visitor." he took his hand off her head and smiled. "But your brother is right. You shouldn't think like that. I didn't expect you to be there to back me up, you had your own battle to deal with."
Mizuha sighed and shook her head. "No, I get it." she waved her hand as if to ease his concern. "I understand. I was just frustrated. I probably could have prevented you losing your Quirk. But Light… he just wanted to get to me no matter what. I should have done something other than leave him unattended." She put her hand under her chin in a thoughtful manner. "I don't think I could have asked Fat Gum to look out for him since he was empty on fat…"
"There's no point in regretting things now. We just need to accept it; we can't sulk around because it won't change anything."
Mizuha looked at Togata.
That's right… he lost Nighteye.
He was just staring up at the sky as they walked with a smile on his face.
Look at him. He's already moving forward despite Nighteye's recent death. I'm sure it's difficult… but it's not stopping him from keeping his head up.
"You're right. I shouldn't let it get to me." she ran her hand over her face tiredly. "Gosh, I really should stop blaming myself for things like things. It's not good for me."
"I spoke to your brother and he said something similar. Is it that bad?"
Mizuha chuckled humorlessly. "I'd say that carrying guilt for five years is bad."
"Aw, Hyoumei…"
"Uhh… don't look at me like that! I'm okay now!"
"Then you should have at least a smile on your face."
"Hey," Mizuha frowned. "You should know by now that I'm not exactly a smiley person."
Togata sighed in defeat. He wasn't about to argue with that.
And once again, thanks to Togata, the atmosphere around them became more relaxed. They ended up talking about the upcoming school festival on the path back to school. From his three-year experience at U.A. High School, he knew that it would be right around the corner, the Cultural Festival. He started filling her in on all sorts of things that would be happening. He even told her about parts of the festival that only U.A. would be doing as a way to make theirs a little more unique.
Needless to say, she became very interested. Was U.A.'s Cultural Festival really that good or was Togata being biased?
"Last year, Kishokei-sensei used his Mirror to create confetti from the students' Quirks! It was amazing! It was like crystals falling all around us!" He said while spreading his arms out for emphasis.
"Whoa… really? I always thought my uncle's Quirk was only really to deflect attacks against him… I never thought it could be used like that. I guess the Festival lets us be creative with Quirks… as expected of a school that specializes in training future Heroes…"
Togata blue eyes shined as he already felt excited. "It's seriously amazing! You'll enjoy your first time!" he promised.
"Hmm… maybe we'll see."
"Ah! I see you smiling Hyoumei! You're getting excited, aren't you?"
"Shhh. You don't know that."
Togata laughed heartily.
This is nice.
They both neared U.A.'s campus.
Some normalcy.
Something fun that will definitely bring joy to everyone. God knows we need it, especially with how things are shifting thanks to the League of Villains. So many things have happened thanks to them. Thankfully, the target on my back is gone now that Light has been arrested.
Nothing will be weighing on my mind.
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…
Mizuha blinked.
Wait a moment.
…
…
"WE HAD A FUCKING DEAL!"
Eri let out a frightened gasp while Mizuha immediately hunched over her smaller form, protecting her from any fragments that flew once Light's lightning struck the spike. The older girl, who had her head lowered, slowly looked up and saw that the spike had bit blown to bits. Her eyes moved towards Chisaki and Togata who were both meters away from her and Eri.
The look on Togata's face. It changed very quickly. He had a hardened look on his face but it changed into a shocked one. The same kind a person would make when the realized something important.
Togata's eyes had widened and his mouth was half open after he said a name.
"Kyourai."
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…
Mizuha tilted her head as she stared at the cemented sidewalk that she strode on. That was odd. How did he know Light's real name? From what her uncle told her, no one knew what Light's identity was and they never released the discovery that the police had made. It stayed within the police but her uncle had told her what they found out.
"Can I ask you something?" Mizuha looked at him as she stopped walking, causing him to stop as well.
"You just did." he pointed out with a snicker. "But go on." he gave her his undivided attention.
"Back when were together against Chisaki. Light arrived. How did you know Light's identity? You knew his last name. How come?"
She saw surprise flicker across his face. Togata looked like he wasn't expecting her to ask such a question. He blinked. He looked away from her and rubbed the back of his neck.
"That's a good question…" he admitted.
"I'm not supposed to tell you this but… the police recently found out that Light was Kyourai Rion but they never released the information because of a chance of uncertainty. So… I was wondering how you could have known."
Togata looked up at the school's building which was not too far away now. The orange afternoon sky created a very calm lighting. The breeze that flew by them ruffled their hair a little as they stood there.
"Remember the first time when we sat down in the cafeteria to eat popsicles?"
"Mmhm."
"I told you I had a tutor that started the whole popsicle-routine."
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…
Say what.
Mizuha's mouth fell open. "Noo… really?"
Togata nodded.
"Yeah. Kyourai was my tutor when I was a first year."
Welp. There we go, some light on who Light is.
The scene with Shiran with Mizuha was actually supposed to be a Mirio and Mizuha scene when I first planned it. However, I deemed it a not-good scene because it would involve Mizuha avoiding him like the plague. Her character development needed to move a bit forward (less running away from her problems) but I still wanted to keep some elements from that scene. And thus, the sibling scene was born.
To Crosswald: Yes. I am aware of how Recovery Girl's Quirk works. Whenever I write a scene that involves the use of a character's Quirk, I check out what exactly their Quirk does so I don't make mistakes. As for your question of when I update, those who have read this story earlier will know that I usually tend to upload chapters weekly. But, as I've stated earlier, I want to keep writing this story while having the anime and manga at my disposal. So, weekly updates won't be happening now as frequently as before.
I hope you guys like this chapter! I'll be looking forward to your reviews! See you in the next one~!
