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HELLO EVERYBODY! Man, it's been awhile, hasn't it? I finally got it done. I didn't get the other story's first chapter but hopefully, it will be next as it's almost done. As for my excuse this time, I'm in college so I don't have the time I would like and don't worry. I don't have any plans to stop this story until it's done. However, that being said I do plan of rewriting my other story, Devil of UA. So if y'all could go over there and tell me what to improve it'd be a real help.

Pater P0n - Thank you, I was wondering if anyone would get them. I wouldn't have been disappointed if no one did but I'm happy you did.

Now, this chapter is just a bit of fluff I had rolling around in my head at the time of writing this. Anyway, On to the story.

10 years ago

Izuki rolled over and groaned in pain from the bullet wounds that were still a little sore. They didn't have a healing quirk with them, so she just had to wait for the wounds to heal up on their own. It had been 10 days since the raid and she hadn't been allowed out of bed since then.

Izuki turned her head and looked at the clock on her desk, which read 7:27. Izumi groaned and rolled over, once more wincing in pain. Maya didn't come in to examine her wounds until 8 and she really couldn't get out of bed without them hurting, so she just laid there staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. But it did give her a chance to reflect on some choices she had to make.

She needed a good villain outfit. Something durable, she hadn't thought that she would need protection, a foolish thought now that she looked back, but with the bullets ripping through the thin layer of the cloak as if it wasn't even there. She needed something durable enough to withstand the .357 S&W Magnum rounds that The Pro Hero Snipe, as well as withstand the explosive force of Bakugo's explosions. She also needed to keep to the requirement of her quirk. She needed to keep the sex appeal that made snagging people easier. But she also wanted to keep the siren theme she had going on.

So she painfully walked over and sat at her desk and started drawing design after design. With each discarded drawing she grew angrier and angrier. None of her ideas offered all the aspects that she wanted. She had a drawing that gave her the protection she wanted but didn't have sex appeal while another one was the exact opposite. She groaned in frustration before slamming her head on the desk and then subsequently yelp in pain as her freshly healed wounds shook from the backlash.

It was at that moment, Maya decided to enter the room. She panicked slightly at the sight of Izuki not in her bed before she looked around and saw her at her desk. "What did I say about leaving your bed before I gave you the go-ahead?" She walked over to Izuki.

Izuki protested a little but didn't fight as she allowed herself to be lead back to her bed, where she sat done and took off her nightshirt for Maya.

Maya took off the bandages from her upper body and prodded the tender flesh where the wounds had occupied.

Izuki hissed in pain. "Stop that hurts."

Maya nodded. "I know just making sure the wounds are healing correctly, which it is. The pain will persist for around 4 days, give or take, but you are clear to leave your room now."

"Finally, I was getting so bored with having nothing to do."

Maya chuckled a little. "What? You didn't enjoy spending time with me alone?"

"Not when you were prodding my wounds, I didn't" The two chuckled to themselves before Maya stood up and held out her hand.

"Come on, you don't need to stay cooped up in your room anymore. Let's go out and see the others."

Izuki smiled before standing up the pain shooting down her legs as the damaged muscle tissue screamed in protest to the obvious abuse. She gritted her teeth, determined not to show she was in pain, and took Maya's hand as the two of them exited her room and walked down the stair to the main room of the bar. As usual, the bar had little patrons, all of them criminals in their own right.

Upon seeing Izuki, the patrons erupted in cheer. Maya leads Izuki over to a booth where her sister Gaige was sitting at with a laptop. Izuki slid in across from her and Maya choose the seat next to Izuki.

Gaige looked up from her laptop. "You know, I'll never understand how you became so popular amongst the locals here."

Izuki waved her hand dismissively. "I'm not. These drunkards will cheer for anything. You could say a random slew of numbers, make it sound important, and they would cheer."

The three girls laughed at that before Gaige shut her computer. "I'll bet. So how are you feeling?"

"Aside from the pain? I'm good."

"That's good to hear, cause Maya, and I want to go jewelry shopping."

Maya grinned. "While it's less shopping and more shoplifting."

Izuki rolled her eyes at them. "We'll have to clear it with Sensei first and we'll have to wait until I can get a better villain suit than a flimsy cloak."

Gaige nodded. "You know I thought of that as well. That's why we already talked to Sensei about it and we can help you come up with designs together. Just the three of us."

Izuki smirked. "If you think you can help me with a design for my costume be my guess. I've been trying since 7:20 and having nothing."

Maya and Gaige smiled before they both got up. Well, let's get somewhere quiet and see if we can come up with something.

They all travel back up the stairs and ended back in Izuki's room. "I thought I didn't need to stay cooped up in here?"

Maya chuckled a little. "Well, this is where we ended up."

They spent the next couple of hours trying to come up with the perfect suit for the Hypnotic Melody user.

In the end, they found the perfect suit that was a mix of sexy and protection like Izuki wanted. It was a wet suit made of a super durable material that was breathable and isolated and could take a .50 caliber bullet and was resistant to everything but radiation. Of course, this material was hard to come by and only the big companies had a steady supply of it. Each shipment was also protected so it was hard for the black market to get enough of it to make a full wet suit much less a single glove.