Higari tugged at his suit as he entered the front offices of Detnerat. So used to his topless hero costume and not wearing a shirt whenever he was at home, Higari felt stifled under three layers of clothing. His orange hair was combed down and slicked into place with enough hair gel to weld together a tank.
Higari's first clue something was terribly wrong was the look of confusion on the receptionist's face when he said he was there for an audit. Her eyes widened when she brought up the calendar, and she made a rushed phone call that ended with someone on the other end shouting at her. With an uneasy smile, the receptionist asked him to wait a few minutes for their quality manager.
As he waited, Higari contemplated the situation. He knew all too well that Nezu had a habit of hacking into email accounts and adding in calendar events to catch people off guard. The fact that, one, he had evidently done so, and two, hadn't told Higari, meant that Nezu was worried about how Detnerat would react to the audit and wanted him to act relaxed during the audit.
As if he could relax in a three-piece suit, Higari thought with a snort. He couldn't wait to get this audit over with, go home, and rip this fabric prison to shreds. Heck, he might not even wait until he made it out of the building.
The man who came up to him was short and heavy-set, with burly arms and stocky legs. He wore a padded lab coat that bore grease marks and stains from countless hours machine tooling and soldering components for his costumes.
"Doctor Kuseno," the man said. "Our quality manager and quality engineer are both out of plant, I'm afraid, and there was… a communication error regarding your visit. I am qualified to show you our facilities and records, as well as answer any questions you have, and I will forward the results to our quality team."
Sign number two that Higari needed to be careful, having both high-level quality staff out of the building on a weekday during the nine-to-five business hours was highly unusual. More likely, the person going with him was to make sure he didn't stumble on something incriminating.
"Pleasure to meet you, Kuseno-san," Higari held out his hand. "I'm here to review the handling and maintenance tracking for U.A.'s orders, as a follow-up from the critical finding that occurred during the school year. Do you have a conference room set aside for me?"
"One is being arranged right now. Refreshments will be provided at your request."
Higari remembered the four students that had their costumes worked on by Detnerat. After considering which would be the most likely target for sabotage, Higari said, "I would like all documents for Yaoyorozu's suit immediately."
Though not the best judge of character, one did not spend a decade under Nezu's employment, teaching a whole classroom of emotionally turbulent teenagers, without picking up a few tricks for reading people. The doctor visibly relaxed as he made his request and said, "Of course, we will have them brought over right away."
Definitely not the target. He had one more shot. "Bring Bakugo's as well, while you're at it. That'll be a good start."
The tension was back, though the doctor did his best to hide it behind an obsequious grin. "Of course, of course. It might take a while to bring them both up, so we'll get you documents as soon as we have them."
Giving them time to cover up the evidence, Higari realized. No matter. He already had enough for Nezu to work with. Of course, he couldn't just walk out of the audit. The cell phone in his pocket was a tempting option, but he didn't like the wary look the doctor gave him as they went to the conference room.
Kuseno checked his phone and said, "The files for Yaoyorozu will be just a few minutes. Is there anything you'd like in the meantime?"
"Some water would be nice," Higari said, tugging yet again at his collar. "I can't stand being in a suit, to be honest."
Kuseno chuckled and said, "I'm the same way. I prefer clothing that's a bit more breathable."
"What do you do here?"
"Maintenance and touch-ups." Kuseno put his hand through the table, phasing through the faux wood with a subtle ripple. "My Quirk is called Phase-shift. With it, I can pass through physical objects of my choosing. Very useful for looking inside and tinkering with equipment without taking it apart."
"Your Quirk affects the material you touch," Higari noted, "So that means you can take objects through with you."
"Very perceptive," Kuseno said. "If I remember yours right, it's Iron Claws, yes? Lets you dig through any material with those nails of yours."
"I'd offer to demonstrate, but I think you'd need a new table afterwards."
At this, Doctor Kuseno let out a genuine laugh. "Why not? This room could use a new table anyways. I can't stand how ugly it looks."
Two quality interns, a runner for fetching documents and a scribe for organizing the findings, came in with a stack of papers. They set up laptops in one corner of the room while the receptionist brought in cups of water. Once the computers booted up, Kuseno told the interns to bring Yaoyorozu's files. Higari pressed them to bring Bakugo's while they were at it, which Kuseno affirmed with a subtle grimace.
When the runner returned, he had a gargantuan stack of manila folders in his arms. A quick peek through their contents showed everything from bill of ladings from the inbound materials for the costume's fabric to the finished spec reports and quality verification before the costume was sent to U.A. Normally, such documents would be brought as they were asked for, but no doubt, Kuseno was hoping that inundating him with more documents than he could handle will buy them time to doctor Bakugo's paperwork.
Though his Quirk only applies to physical digging, Higari was equally adept at digging through paperwork, skimming transfer receipts and assembly reports in seconds. Despite his frantic pace, it took the better part of an hour to sort through every page. He found a few mistakes, mainly mismatched certificates of analysis and the occasional missed initial or sign-off, nothing that suggested intentional or even negligent mishandling of Yaoyorozu's costume. Each time he found an issue, a copy was printed off, the error was circled and annotated, and the infraction was recorded by the scribe.
When it came time for Bakugo's paperwork, he skimmed through the inbound materials reports, which were laid on top. Even without looking, Higari knew he wouldn't find anything useful there. Instead, he reviewed the quality inspections and work requests hidden in the middle of the stack with a fine-toothed comb. He could feel the engineer's eyes lingering on him as he slogged through page after page of blueprints and quality checks. Everything he saw lined up with what he remembered from U.A.'s blueprints, but considering those were received from Detnerat, that wasn't much of a surprise.
Just as he had about given up on finding anything, he noticed a set of check-in and check-out documents that showed Bakugo's nitroglycerin-storing gauntlets entering Doctor Kuseno's custody, but no work detail had been attached to the pair of forms.
"That's odd," Higari said. "There's no work order for this check-out."
"May I see?"
With a slight feeling of trepidation and excitement, Higari passed him the forms. He glanced it over and said, "Ah, I remember this one. I have a bad habit of keeping the work orders in my cubicle sometimes, I'll go get it right away. In the meantime, why don't we take a short break? I have a quick call to make, and I'll have the interns bring in lunch."
At a nod from Doctor Kuseno, both interns left. Kuseno closed the door, leaving Higari alone with the piles of documents. Alarm bells were going off in his head. Outside visitors were never allowed to stay with copies of corporate documents, let alone the originals, and there was no need to send the interns for a fast-food delivery. No doubt, he had just stumbled upon evidence that they had tampered with Bakugo's gauntlets. Now he needed to figure out why.
The date was just a month before the sports festival, no doubt that was exactly what it was intended for. Problem is, nothing happened. Bakugo made it all the way to the final round, was it intended to keep him from winning? Higari remembered the original unsanctioned transfer of Izuku's costume and wondered if Detnerat was trying to give their intern the edge in the competition. Had they sabotaged Bakugo's suit so he would lose?
No, wait. Bakugo had taken off his gauntlets. Izuku had taunted him into it. Did Izuku know? But if he did, does that mean he wasn't working with Detnerat? It was no use thinking about it, he was no Nezu. On impulse, he pulled up his phone and started typing a text. He had just gotten halfway through the message he was about to send when the phone suddenly shut off on him. Higari hit the power button. Nothing happened. He checked the battery and found that it had disappeared.
"What? How did-" Higari looked around the room, and found Doctor Kuseno standing behind him, holding his phone's battery between two fingers. "The door's still closed."
"Not much of a problem when I can make walls permeable," the man coldly replied. A freshly printed piece of paper, detailing some mundane checkup of Bakugo's gauntlets, was carefully inserted between the original copies of the work order.
Higari curled his fingers in anticipation and asked, "What did you do, and why?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Kuseno went over to the intern's laptop and deleted a strip of text. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make a quick phone call. I'll be right back."
As Kuseno clambered through the permeable stretch of wall he had just entered through, which was barely wide enough for his shoulders, Higari stared at the lifeless cell phone in his hands and wondered how he had taken it out without him noticing. Kuseno had to have been right behind him, but if he had reached around him, he would have seen it in his peripheral vision. Which meant…
A stab of pain from his chest, like an invisible hand crushing his heart, stopped his train of thought. His whole left side throbbed, and his head felt woozy. Higari tried to stand, but his legs gave out from under him, and he fell to the floor.
Gasping for breath, Higari tried to claw his way up, but the pain in his chest tightened his grip. He tried to shout, but all he could manage was a weak moan. His vision blurred, his mind raced in a million different directions. No phone, no help, he had to do something. The table loomed over him, seemingly so far away. He reached for it with his right arm, the only one he could still move. His chest tensed painfully as his metal-tipped fingers strained closer and closer to the plastic underside. Extending one finger, Higari scraped a clumsy 'B' onto the underside of the table.
Exhausted and spent, Power Loader slumped to the floor and closed his eyes, killed by the tiny artificial clot that Doctor Kuseno had planted in his heart.
For the first time since the bloody night he had broken out of that research lab, Nezu was furious with himself.
With Power Loader in a body bag and on his way to U.A., Nezu and Aizawa lingered at Detnerat to investigate his sudden death. Tsukauchi was taking statements from the interns that had conducted the audit, but from their pale faces and the hand-signals the truth-detecting officer gave him, Nezu knew they had no hand in this.
Doctor Kuseno, on the other hand, had passed the lie detector's test, but his attitude seemed off to the principal.
"Dreadful, simply dreadful," Kuseno said as he showed them the conference room. "I left the room for a quick phone call and came rushing back when I heard the shouting. I called an ambulance, but, well, there was nothing we could do."
"This was the room?" Aizawa asked dryly. His scarf was tense around his shoulders, and he felt ready to pounce.
"Yes, he sat in that very chair."
Partly to stretch himself after the long ride in the scarf, and partly to check for clues that might be left, Nezu hopped down to the floor. Being shorter than everyone else, he noticed the one change to the scene that had been overlooked by Detnerat employees and paramedics alike, the 'B' scrawled onto the underside of the table.
There was only one student from the Detnerat contracts whose name, first or last, started with a 'B'.
"Thank you for your time and for your sympathy, Kuseno-san," Nezu said blithely. "I have plenty to attend to, so we'll be going now."
The man seemed relieved that they were leaving. He bid them overenthusiastic goodbyes and condolences before locking the doors behind them.
Aizawa got in the car, but he didn't start it right away. He slammed a fist on the center console. Plastic crunched under the impact. "Did you know this would happen?" Aizawa asked through gritted teeth.
Nezu drank some strong black tea from his thermos. It did nothing to wash out the sour taste of grief and fury in his mouth. "If I had suspected it, I would have sent an Ectoplasm clone. This clearly goes beyond a little sabotage if they're willing to resort to murder so quickly."
"Can we get them arrested for this?"
"I doubt Shuzenji-san will find anything useful, and Tsukauchi's come up dry. The only mistake they made was removing his phone battery, but that's hardly incriminating evidence. They've done this before, and they know exactly how to frame this as a freak medical accident."
Aizawa glowered at Nezu. "You can't let them get away with this."
"They won't." Nezu gave a predatory grin at the Detnerat building poking out from the skyline. "Their shares won't be worth the lint in your pockets when I'm through with them."
"You idiot!" Rikiya slammed his desk, splintering the wood with a Stress-infused blow. "You killed one of Nezu's agents in my own building! Are you trying to get us caught?"
"He found the Trigger project," Kuseno said nervously. "If I didn't kill him-"
"That's what we had the failsafe for! Even if they took that gauntlet apart, they'd detonate the sample. Not to mention, after this little incident, Nezu's going to scrap everything we made anyways."
"But there's no evidence! We covered everything up perfectly!"
"No thanks to you," Skeptic added as he typed in his laptop. "Be glad we've thoroughly researched this detective's Quirk, or you'd have likely gotten arrested."
Rikiya sat down in his chair. "How much of an idiot do you think Nezu is? He launches a surprise investigation of our activities and the man he sends dies of a heart attack. He might not have evidence, but he sure as hell knows we had something to do with it." The CEO ripped a slab of wood out of his ruined desk and crushed it between his fingers, as much for dramatic effect as for the cathartic pleasure of feeling his Quirk grind something to dust. "Now, get out of my office, before I try to find out if you can make my fists permeable."
Kuseno blanched and hurried out of the office. Skeptic shook his head at the engineer as he left. "I'm surprised you're letting him live."
"If evidence does surface, I'll need a scapegoat. Now, have you figured out how this meeting got sprung on us."
"As far as I can tell, that meeting was scheduled and accepted a month ago, but hacking isn't out of the question. I'd advise improving our cyber security."
"Do it. Also, send a mannequin to the League of Villains. Find out if they're willing to do some contract work for us."
Rikiya frowned down at the U.A. vehicle in his parking lot. Nezu might not have any evidence, but the rodent had a reputation for using underhanded methods to screw over his enemies.
Well, two could play at that game.
Froppy and Selkie chased villains with marine quirks through the waters of the natural cove they smuggled out of. As the villains drew closer to freedom, Shoto leaned over the railing and put his right hand in the water.
"Wait, stop," a sidekick said, "Selkie and Froppy still in there!"
"I can control my ice. I won't catch them in it."
As Shoti sapped the warmth out of the ocean water, he noticed a couple things. First, ice took a lot more effort to form. With the same strain on his right side, he could have made a block of ice twice the size and in half the time in an ordinary swimming pool. This was due to the salinity of ocean water, but as Shoto was neither physicist nor oceanologist, nor had he ever been to the ocean before, the nuances of freezing water of different compositions was lost on him.
Second, and because of the first, his ice couldn't reach deep enough to wall off the villains. Instead, the ice rose and rolled as Shoto tried to force it further downwards, until his wall more closely resembled an oversized pool noodle.
Fortunately, the sight of a giant block of ice forming before them slowed the villains enough for Selkie to catch up and knock them out with a few clean strikes. He left them floating and dragged a blue-lipped Tsuyu back onto the boat.
"Water's cold enough without you trying to turn the whole ocean into an ice cube," Selkie growled at Shoto as he wrapped Tsuyu in blankets. His hands and shoulders shivered. "We're losing her, go get some heat packs."
"The first aid kit got knocked overboard, captain!" A sidekick pointed at the warped, shredded metal wall where a villain had tried to cut Tsuyu in half.
Selkie growled in frustration and looked over his assembled sidekicks. He stopped at Shoto and said, "You're the only one not wet and shivering. Get in the blankets with her. She needs the warmth."
Shoto felt himself blush as he walked up to her. Selkie parted the blankets and bundled them both inside. The moment he was next to her, Tsuyu grabbed his left arm and nestled into him. "S-s-so cold," she stammered sleepily.
Twice before, he had seen her slip away as the cold crept into her, and twice before he had left her to freeze. As terrified as the idea of using his father's side made him, guilt drove him to give off some more heat. After all, thawing out the things that he froze was the one exception he allowed.
He tried not to think about how nice it felt having her cuddle up against him, despite the sodden blankets around him. He also tried not to think about exactly what was pressing up against him.
Selkie watched the steam rising from the blankets. "Be careful not to heat her up too much. I don't know about her, but frogs can get boiled alive without noticing if the heat rises slowly enough."
Shoto nearly fell out of the blankets in his panic, but Tsuyu had too tight a grip on him for him to run away. With a speculative frown, Selkie knelt and put a hand on Tsuyu's forehead. "Just give it another minute, she's coming to."
Tsuyu yawned and stretched herself without letting go. Her eyes blinked open, and she looked sleepily at Shoto. "Hey."
"Hey," he said back, having no idea what else to say.
Tsuyu slid back and forth against him, testing the warmth, and leaned her head onto his shoulder. "Feels nice."
"Uh… thanks."
They stayed like that for another five seconds, until Tsuyu bolted up. "The villains, what happened?"
Selkie, who was doing his best to conceal a smirk, gestured at the sidekicks hauling the villains onto the deck. "Got 'em in the end. Good work today, Froppy, get some rest below deck."
Tsuyu nodded. "Sorry, sir, I didn't realize the ocean got that cold."
Selkie looked darkly at Shoto. "It usually doesn't. Still, you could look into support gear to keep you warm underwater."
"I think I will, thanks."
Tsuyu stood up, and steaming blankets fell around her. She looked back and said, "Thanks for warming me up, Shoto-kun. Sorry if I was a bit clingy."
As Shoto shrugged off the blankets, Selkie nodded towards the bow of the boat. He numbly followed the Pro Hero out of earshot of the other sidekicks.
"When I heard that you were coming here, I thought Ninomiya-san was pranking me," Selkie said. "You could've gone literally anywhere, and instead, you wound up with me."
Shoto didn't reply. Selkie eyed him, waiting for a reaction, before continuing. "You can barely swim, you know nothing about boats, and considering your reaction to getting a taste of the waves, you've never been to the ocean once in your life. Not to mention, your Quirk is at its worst out here."
"With all this water out here?"
"Don't think I didn't notice how hard a time you had freezing the water. Out here, villains can swim under your Quirk, since it takes you forever to freeze anything below five feet, and you'll chill any heroes in the water with them. As for rescue, you'll either make civilians drown or give them hypothermia. You're dead weight at best and a hazard to everyone around you at worst. So, why are you here?"
The stern gaze looking down on Shoto uncomfortably reminded him of his father. He looked down, unable to meet that gaze, and didn't answer.
Selkie said, "I'm going to take a wild guess here, but I think you're here because you're worried about that fire of yours going out of control."
Shoto tried not to show his shock, but Selkie sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hate to say it, but out here's the worst place to set everything on fire."
"You could jump in the water," Shoto said numbly.
"Sure, but what about the boat?" Selkie gestured at the empty horizon. "We're a good half-mile from land, and that's the villain-infested cove we just left behind. Some of us can make that kind of swim, and a few can even drag someone along, but half the crew, including you, would drown before help got here."
Shoto blanched and clenched his left hand. Now that Selkie pointed it out, he could imagine the ship in flames and desperate sidekicks leaping overboard, only to flounder in the burning wreckage.
"I didn't realize… I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here."
Shoto turned away, as if there was anywhere he could go out in the middle of the ocean. Selkie put a gentle hand on his shoulder and said, "Maybe not, but a hero's duty is to help wherever he finds himself. So, I'm going to give you a choice. You can call off the internship. While that would normally end your career, I'm sure the Endeavor name could get you out of trouble."
Shoto scowled at the thought of it. Selkie noted the expression and said, "Or, you can stick out this internship. However, if you want to stay on this boat, you'll have to learn to use your fire. In fact, that's the only half of your Quirk I want to use for the rest of the internship, unless I give an explicit order, or someone's life is on the line."
Shoto tensed and nearly pulled away from Selkie. "I can't. I killed people."
"When?"
"The USJ. There were villains everywhere, and I just… panicked. Then, during the Sports Festival, I thought I killed Midoriya-san. The fire slipped out, and I could smell… I can't, please. Just…"
Selkie wrapped him in a tight hug. Shoto didn't even realize that tears were running down his face until he felt the extra moisture from Selkie's damp wetsuit.
"Everything's okay, Shoto," Selkie said. "I'm not going to make you do anything you're not comfortable with."
"But you said-"
"If you're not comfortable using your fire, the best thing for you would be to drop out of the hero course. Hero work is physically and mentally demanding, and for the sake of those around you, you need to be up to that job."
The hug tightened as Selkie drew him closer. "It's okay to not be a hero. There's plenty you can do with your life that's just as meaningful. No one, not me, not your school, not your father-" Shoto involuntarily tensed at the mention of him, "Can make you do anything. Understand?"
Shoto nodded into Selkie's shoulder. The pro hero gently tapped his back as he stood up. "Sleep on it and let me know what you decide in the morning. Alright?" He turned around and asked, "Something you need, Froppy?"
Tsuyu came out from behind the above-deck cabin and said, "Sorry, wanted to know if you had any tea around. I'm still a bit cold."
"Just coffee, I'm afraid."
Tsuyu grimaced. "Thanks. I'll make do with hot water."
As Tsuyu turned away, Selkie nudged Shoto on the back and whispered, "Go after her."
Confused, Shoto hurried after Tsuyu below deck. Not knowing what to say, Shoto fell into step beside her. Tsuyu watched him for a few steps before moving to his left side and taking his hand.
"Would you mind giving me a bit of heat?" she asked.
Shoto let more heat leak out of his left side. Tsuyu leaned into his shoulder and said, "That feels nice. Thanks, Shoto-kun."
"You heard all that, didn't you?"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to."
"Then why do you-"
Tsuyu tightened her grip on him. "If it wasn't for you, for your fire, I'd be dead. Plus, it feels nice, and I think it would be sad if you stayed cold the rest of your life."
"I hate it. It's his Quirk, Endeavor's. I promised myself I'd be a hero without it."
Tsuyu ran a finger across the edge of his scar. "Did he do that?"
"No. That was my mom."
From there, everything spilled out of Shoto. The Quirk marriage. The training. The day his mother broke. Touya. Natsuo. Fuyumi. Everything his father did to hurt him and his family. By the end, he was sitting on a bed, not knowing how he got there, with Tsuyu leaning against his shoulder and holding his hand. He didn't even notice that he was still using his left side the whole time.
"I can't imagine what that was like," Tsuyu said once he was done. "I think I'd hate my Quirk too, if I went through that."
"I don't know what to do."
"I don't know either, but, I think you should try."
Shoto tried to draw away, but Tsuyu held him in place. "What if I hurt more people?"
"What if you could save others, like you saved me? You won't know unless you try."
Shoto took a deep breath and wiped the tears off his face with the bed covers. Too late, he realized it was Tsuyu's, but he felt too exhausted to apologize. "I'll try, then. Thank you."
Izuku knew this alleyway. He could see the pools of blood and scattered knives, but those wouldn't be there for another eight hours. He could hear the rasping breath of the Hero Killer as his sword slashed at his face, and the present smell of rotting trash was tinged with future wisps of smoke and ash.
Hatsume's custom-made tool popped a manhole cover like a soda top. Izuku left it on the opening. A couple blows from a hammer and chisel gouged some bricks out of the surrounding buildings' crumbling mortar. He cleaned some soggy newspapers and used needles off the ground where Native and Iida would lay. Another tool unlatched a window. The rusted hinges grated together as Izuku opened it, but some grease had the glass swinging easily.
Once everything was ready, Izuku rushed back to the Endeavor agency before he would be missed.
A/N: Tried some more Starcraft II yesterday, and it made me realize how old people feel. I understand the concepts, but trying to do it is another matter entirely. Everything moves too fast, everything's confusing, and before I realize it, I have a hundred stalkers battering down my front door as a ragtag band of siege tanks and marines make a desperate last stand in the main. My brain can't process everything fast enough, my fingers feel too clumsy, and I have the strange urge to ask the nearest millennial how to select all my tanks.
Before, I lost to DT rushes, and I could brush it off as just needing to get some missile turrets in my mineral lines and get a reaper scout done. Did both of those things. Even got a probe kill. Thought I was ready. I definitely wasn't. And sure, I could spend a year practicing the game and actually getting good at it, but I definitely don't want to invest that much time in it. Instead, I'm going to stick with the campaign, where I can carefully cultivate the sense that I'm decent at the game without needing to have build orders burned into my brain.
Enough about my growing dismay at my lost youth, let's move on to the reviews!
To mckertis, I probably could have run Starcraft on my old computer. Problem is, I never had internet growing up, and my PC was very old anyways. I have no idea what it was, I just know it was a clunker.
To M2R, a valid point about that Quirk, and let's say no, he can't turn people into living smoothies.
To Emrys Akayuki, I can't recall Burnin ever using her Quirk either, that's all me. She feels like a second-rate Endeavor on paper, so I thought up ways to make the fire do different things and came up with giving it different physical properties, like the waxy substance that clings and burns. As for the Exo-suit, it's very limited in what it can do, only offering extra jump height and kicking power, not improving his speed any. The extra weight around his legs would slow him down.
Regarding the abuse itself, it's never made entirely clear exactly what Endeavor did, aside from putting two of his kids through a rough training regimen, ignoring the others, and treating his wife like a prized breeding mare. All terrible, don't get me wrong, but enough of a legal gray area to be defensible in court, especially when this society is more likely to be lax around the subject of training children to use their Quirks. Still, a civil case could definitely be made for abusing his family members, and even if it wasn't illegal, the public backlash would be guaranteed to end his career as a hero. I have no intention on excusing or saying that anything he does is acceptable, rather, I intend to portray him as a flawed, multifaceted character rather than the one-dimensional punching bag a lot of other stories treat him as. And yes, I'm up to date on the manga.
To Sriram764, canonically, possibly, I think I remember Izuku saying that. That said, it would be very difficult to enforce. How would one go about legally proving that the intent behind the marriage was for the purpose of breeding new Quirks? Not to mention, what incentive would there be to pass such legislation? Arranged marriages have been and still are common in certain circles.
That's it for now, I have to get ready for work. I hope you all enjoy!
1/18/21 – after getting some comments about how the first half turned out, I went back and made some minor adjustments. The main changes revolve around having Aizawa react more to Power Loader's death, and how and why the MLA was so quick to kill Power Loader, along with how they were able to get away with it.
1/24/21 - gave it some more thought and changed Re-Destro's reaction to properly convey the fact that it wasn't premediated murder, but a panicked reaction of Dr. Kuseno.
