A villain won't care if your ribs hurt in the middle of a fight. If a hero stays down, they will die. Innocents will die. A hero has to keep going until the threat is eliminated. A hero fights until everyone becomes safe again. They fight no matter the injury. No matter how many times they get knocked down, they get back up and get back to the fight...
Get up and keep going.
Get up and keep...
Get up and…
Get. Up.
"Come on, Mina! Juneri could use some help here. Get up!"
Multiple frowns graced fatigued and injured faces as the outspoken pinkette of the group shakily rose back onto her feet from her sprawled position on the ground. Momo, Tsuyu, Hagakure, Jiro and Ochaco all grimaced in sympathy when Mina cradled a hand over the right side of her ribs and proceeded to spit out blood near her own feet.
One of her unique eyes had been swollen shut and her bottom lip was busted as a result of taking hits for her only remaining teammate when she was momentarily down and out after a brutal punch to the temple.
Mina had found that these past few exercises had taught her three things. The first being that Juneri hits hard. The second thing being that, Aizawa was hits even harder and lastly, that he was not afraid to demonstrate as such.
Panting, Mina wiped her mouth with the back of her free hand before making to jump back into the fray that was made up of Aizawa and Juneri exchanging blows in hand to hand combat. The brunette herself was sporting swelling and bruising on her face and body thanks to her guardian/teacher. Like the others before her, Juneri was steadily faltering under his onslaught of attacks despite the experience she had from the asylum.
It didn't help that it seemed like every time she went to use her quirk, Aizawa's was already activated seconds before hers was.
Initially, it was quite the sight to see for all seven of the girls. His eyes glowed bright red like a demon's would and his hair was up and moving around as if it had a mind of its own. The capture weapon around Aizawa's neck floated upwards menacingly as well and attacked the rookies with little guidance from its user other than a slight movement from the wrist.
And even though they knew Aizawa could erase quirks, they still weren't prepared to be suddenly powerless when going to attack and having to scramble out of the way of a scarf that should of been inanimate. They certainly weren't prepared to see how strong it was after it had captured Mina around her torso and squeezed.
The seven heroines-to-be knew that Mina's ribs had to be bruised, fractured, or at worst broken based off the scream of pain that had torn through the pinkette upon initial pressure appliance.
No one screamed like that unless there was something wrong. The scarf had dropped Mina as if she were on fire and retreated back to Aizawa's person to assist in taking on Juneri. None had missed the way Mina had proceeded to drop to the ground as if there were no bones in her body and instinctively cradle her injured side.
Yes...simulations were very much different than real life combat against an experienced adult hero...
'I have to….try...again. I have to help Juneri.' Mina thought to herself desperately, forcing herself to push through the pain she was experiencing. However, the pinkette had only managed to push through enough pain to get herself onto one knee before she found herself eating dirt again. Her ribs were just throbbing and wailing too badly for anything more than what she had accomplished.
"Mina!" came the collective cry of the girls who had been beaten out of the exercise earlier, Hagakure's cry loudest of them all considering the invisible girl had taken to the alien like girl most of all in their short time knowing each other. It also just didn't seem right to see one of the girls who had beaten the hell out of her just the last two exercises ago, down and out in such a way that she was.
Yes, though Hagakure was largely invisible, the teen had still thoroughly taken a beating from the three strongest fighters of the female rookies and undoubtedly future heart throbs of the class just like the rest of her teammates. Momo, Juneri and Mina had beaten the hell out of all of them despite the numerical advantage Jiro, Ochaco, Tsuyu and herself had over the trio. It wasn't a clean wipe out for the two matches, though.
No, no,no,no,no. Not at all.
It was messy, and definitely took some effort on behalf of the trio until they were able to use their quirks. Each member of the trio could eat some punches and dish it right back out. Before the hand to hand time limit had been up, Hagakure and the others also discovered that even if outnumbered, those three would be damned if they didn't at least go down swinging if anything even if they were venturing into running low on metaphorical gas.
Upon transferring into the actual training exercise, and hopefully the last one for the day, the seven girls had been running on fumes. Not only were they running on fumes, but they had taken a beating worse than before from Aizawa who had gotten a more than sufficient feeling for their combat prowess and weak points after watching the multiple matches before.
Jiro and Ochaco were heavily quirk reliant, they both scrambled and dodged the best they could in order to buy time until quirk usage was allowed or until they were confident enough to strike back...which wasn't often and lacked efficient strength and skill. Aizawa had put them out of commission easily enough by targeting them first.
Hagakure herself and Tsuyu liked to hang back and piggy back off an opening if they could spot one - which left them widely open themselves for attacks that were too advanced for them to dodge or block. Aizawa had shut those two down as well without breaking a sweat.
Momo was hesitant in her attacks and had become all the more self conscious of what she did ever since she knocked Jiro out earlier that day and proceeded to dish out further punishment on the others in the class. Again, the pro hero had knocked her out of the exercise just like all the others though she did get close to landing a hit on Aizawa.
The only two left to stand against Aizawa had been Mina and Juneri.
Well...now it was just Juneri but nevertheless, it was unspoken that those two had essentially carried the other five girls in this exercise. The pinkette and shy brunette were confident in their strikes against Aizawa, that much was clear as the match progressed. They also worked well together whether it was intentional or not but this little fact mattered little in the end.
Mina was out now and Juneri was by herself.
A few seconds after hearing the collective shout, the brunette had risked a glance over her shoulder after dodging a right hand strike but the moment her eyes landed on Mina's incapacitated form, the brunette felt her eyes widen when her feet were suddenly swept out from under her. The ground met Juneri's back quickly but she could hardly process the pain from that before a new weight was settled atop of her hips and a cool, sharp metal was placed at her throat.
Juneri tensed in place where she was. Her bewildered mix-matched eyes met steady onyx ones head on without blinking.
" Dead." Came the baritone voice of her guardian. Silence stretched out between them as Juneri and Aizawa exchanged stares before the man sighed deeply with a blink and slowly moved off of Juneri, putting away the knife he had drawn on his charge. " I won't bother verbally explaining the irrationality and fatal mistake of looking away from your opponent when you just experienced it first hand." Came Aizawa's droll as Juneri came back to her senses.
Blinking harshly, the brunette rolled over to her side before pushing herself into a sitting position with a grimace.
There wasn't a part of her body that didn't hurt.
Despite the pain she felt though, Juneri still looked over to Mina with a concerned frown. The pinkette was clearly favoring her uninjured side from the way she laid on her left side and still cradled her the right side of her ribs with a hand. Her breathing was staggered and her beaten, swollen, pink face was still heavily pinched in pain.
Unable to look any longer at Mina, Juneri then looked at her other classmates who had soon swarmed the pink alien with concerned frowns despite their own injuries. Guilt pulled at Juneri's mind relentlessly as she observed their battered and defeated forms. 'I caused injuries earlier on that made them all vulnerable to Aizawa's attacks. I contributed to their failure in the one exercise that mattered.' she mourned inwardly.
Juneri hadn't been allowed to fall further in her little pity party before she was suddenly slapped in the face with something cold, eliciting a surprised yelp out of her. Focusing back on reality, Juneri found that this cold something was being pressed to her cheek specifically and wasn't moving even when she tried to move away.
Reaching up, Juneri's fingers brushed against slightly rougher fingers holding the unknown object to her face and looked up only to see Aizawa crouching down to her eye level with an unreadable expression on his face. "Keep this there." he instructed quietly, referring to the cold something on her bruised cheek. Absently, Juneri's grasp tightened while his loosened and fell away.
Without another word, Aizawa used his thumb and forefinger to take possession of Juneri's chin carefully. "Are you seeing spots? Any confusion? Seeing double?" he quizzed quietly, examining her face with sharp attentive eyes. Only briefly did Juneri experience a moment of confusion before she remembered that Aizawa had landed a haymaker to her temple that ended up dropping her to the ground earlier before. "No." she answered just as quietly.
Grunting in what was assumed to be contentment with her answer, Aizawa then began lightly patting down Juneri's body - testing to see where else she was hurt at based off of physical reaction to where he squeezed experimentally. In summary...it really was her whole body that was crying out for relief from the pain.
There wasn't a part of her that had come under abuse earlier that didn't twitch in pain upon his prodding. With his examination complete, Aizawa's hands lowered from Juneri's body and his face pulled into a scowl which was of course met with an alarmed look. 'What did I do to deserve this look? I didn't do anything, did I?!' Juneri wondered frantically.
'This pain could of been easily avoided,' Aizawa's thoughts trickled to Juneri as the man momentarily got up and dragged his own duffle bag over to where Juneri was before crouching down to her level again. 'It was beyond stupid of her to take attacks intentionally because she didn't want to hurt her opponents by countering appropriately 100% of the time during the matches.' Aizawa unzipped the duffle bag.
Inside the bag was medical supplies, including the portable ice packs that you pop and shake in order to activate the coldness within. That must have been what was on Juneri's face at the moment.
' I'll give Juneri points for dishing out her own punches, but her overall performance was incredibly lackluster compared to what I saw her do in the simulation back at the asylum. If she keeps this up she may as well go back to Haruhi, I won't have anyone get hurt because she can't get it together' Aizawa thought frustrated, digging out a medicine bottle, popping the top and the dumping two pills into his hand before closing the bottle again.
Juneri threw up a mental block to stop from hearing anymore of Aizawa's thoughts on her performance and could feel herself deflate like a balloon. He wasn't wrong in his analysis but that didn't mean his opinion still didn't affect her.
The young teen was motionless as he hit a pressure point under her chin that dropped her jaw open. Aizawa threw to two pills in and then shoved a small water bottle into her hands before slinging the duffle bag over his shoulder and walking towards the other girls clustered together. "Move." he ordered briskly, kneeling down onto his knees before Mina when the others scattered without complaint.
"For the record," the pro hero started, "it wasn't my capture weapon that hurt your ribs." Aizawa said flatly, setting down his duffle bag and ghosted his fingers along Mina's hurt side. "You only have yourself and your classmates to blame." he said bluntly, watching Mina twitch in pain from the action and ignoring the incredulous looks from the girls around him.
Aizawa then dug out a series of portable ice packs, bindings and stronger pain pills than he had given Juneri. "Your matches against each other, and against me for that matter, were prolonged unnecessarily." he critiqued and then positioned himself in order to carefully slide his hands underneath her arms. "Up you get, Mina," Aizawa began to pull the girl into a sitting position as tenderly as he could.
Mina's mewls of pain didn't escape the eraser hero and he was quick to reassure her. " You're okay, you're okay. You're okay." he soothed through her squeaks of discomfort, adjusting his position behind the teen to physically support her new position as best as he could. "The lot of you weren't aiming to end the matches quickly," Aizawa continued his analysis of what he saw, popping some ice packs and shaking them.
Hagakure had then taken them from the man and pressed them as carefully as she could to Mina's side, her invisible face contemplative as she processed his words like the rest of their group was doing. Aizawa pressed another ice pack to Mina's swollen eye and reclaimed his hand when the pinkette rose her own to hold the pack there.
" What I saw were desperate attempts to survive a drawn out fight until you could use your quirks. That was the first mistake. The second being that you allowed yourselves to get thrown to the ground instead of trying to land in an ideal way to minimize damage to your bodies. If you were to make the same mistakes in the real world against a villain - none of you would have made it out of the fight." The hero proceeded to unwrap a roll of bindings and began to wrap Mina's middle just snug enough to hold the ice packs against her ribs in place.
"With that being said, I was overall disappointed in what I saw today despite the few blips of good choices that were made in the matches…"Aizawa trailed off and paused for a long moment. He didn't even need to meet any of them in the eye to know that his words had crushed the group of seven and effectively had them each ashamed of their selves for their performance.
Aizawa was sure that if he looked up, he would see some unshed tears in the eyes of some of the girls. After another handful of seconds, the raven haired male sighed heavily under the weight of the collective depressed air from the girls around him. He may as well snatched a gifted puppy right out of their hands based off of their reactions.
"However, even I have to admit that each of you is a scrapper with potential. Potential to take out a common drunk as it stands today maybe, but it's a good thing I have four years to turn that around." he stated honestly and just like that, it was like a flip was switched. The depressed air around him disappeared and was replaced with a hopeful one.
Tilting her head back, Aizawa saw that Mina was positively beaming underneath him, her one good black and gold eye peering up at him with such bright happiness that the man thought he would be blinded if he didn't look away. "I'll take it, Mr. Aizawa!" the pinkette crowed as best she could.
The tired hero deadpanned and planted two pills into her free hand before moving away, confident that Hagakure would support her if she still needed it. "I'm sure you will." he commented flatly in return.
"The rest of you, fix yourselves up." Aizawa kicked at his duffle bag before moving off with his hands shoved into his pockets and eyes towards the tree line path that lead to the clearing. He had no desire to watch the slightly pain filled celebrations that would undoubtedly soon start up.
Aizawa would openly admit that his lack of social and emotional skills made him look and feel awkward around such behavior. It honestly made him want to crawl inside his favorite yellow sleeping bag and hide there for the rest of his days if it meant he didn't have to bear witness such exalting behavior.
Five seconds hadn't even passed by before gleeful whooping filled the air a moment later courtesy of Mina, and her celebration was quickly copied by the others. A few relieved tears had even been shed by the girls who had most been worried about getting kicked out of the hero program today.
The only one who hadn't been celebrating with her classmates had been Juneri who was still in the same position that Aizawa had left her in earlier. Sitting on the ground, staring holes into the earth below her. Scowling, Aizawa meandered over to Juneri's side wordlessly. He had only waited for about three seconds before kicking her thigh half heartedly.
"Are you going to get on your feet by yourself or am I going to have to get you up myself?" Aizawa grouched, glaring down at her form in mild annoyance. Not only did he not get a reaction, but he also didn't have the emotional skills to handle whatever the hell had gotten into Juneri delicately.
Holding true to his ultimatum, Aizawa's capture weapon had shot down and wrapped itself underneath her arms before pulling upwards as if Juneri was a puppet attached to strings. Now on her feet, Aizawa's scarf returned to its dormant state around his neck until it was to be used again.
"Don't ever, let anyone, see you like this again." He hissed strongly but still low enough for only her to hear. It wasn't an angry hiss but there was definitely enough 'oomph' behind it to get Juneri's attention.
"You let a botched little training exercise get you down? What do you think people will do to you in the future if they know something like this can get to you? You're one little fish in a big ocean of sharks, Juneri. The moment they smell blood they'll tear you apart. You keep your head up always, tall and proud, even if that's the exact opposite of what you're feeling." he then physically took her jaw in hand and forced her head up as he spoke.
The brunette was forced to witness her classmates conversing and treating each other with medical supplies. Juneri had also noticed that Ochaco was standing a bit away from them, attempting to dry up an ocean of tears that had been spilling out from her eyes when she thought no one was looking.
"If you gave your best in something then who the hell is anyone to say otherwise? If you're gonna drop your chin for anything then at least wait until you're in the privacy of your home. Do you understand?" Aizawa questioned tersely and Juneri found herself nodding to what he had said before she knew what she was doing.
"Good." the hero said content with her understanding.
"No more pulling your punches either," he decided to tack on, "you are entirely capable of much more than what you showed today. You holding back won't do anyone any good. You'll only suppress your own improvement and the improvement of the others if they can't gauge an accurate measurement of their skills against an opponent like yourself….Okay?" tired onyx eyes peered down into mix-match brown ones.
"Okay." Juneri nodded again.
A beat of silence passed between them before Juneri spoke. "What are we going to do now?" she fiddled absently with her hands. This question had caused a deep sigh to emit from her guardian as he pondered over the question himself.
"Well, I very well can't send anyone home beaten black and blue, especially not Mina." Aizawa simpered thoughtfully, rubbing the scruff on his face absently as he looked to the rest of his female students feet away from him. His face then scrunched as if he ate something foul and repulsive.
"Yeah, it'd be a shit show to return them the way they are now - on the very first day nonetheless." he commented more to himself than to Juneri. "God what a high profile group I got saddled with, pain in my ass." the hero continued to grumble, a vein in his forehead twitched faintly to depict the deeper level of stress roiling inside him.
Mina's television heavy influential family would be a problem if he didn't get a dominating grasp on them very quickly so that they'd be less inclined to twist the media stories in an unflattering way against him and the way he trained their daughter and the other six in his grasp for that matter.
The same with Hagakure's family in government, Momo's family in business, Tsuyu's as researchers and Jiro's family in musical connections. Aizawa needed to manipulate the manipulators, take over as the puppeteer pulling the strings on the puppets before he lost the window to do so.
"...Well, at least you have one person that's not a high profile case." Juneri hesitantly spoke up, having listened to his inner realization. "Yeah?" Aizawa quirked a brow down at her and watched as his charge nodded and then looked over back at the little sea of girls.
"Yeah. Ochaco's family doesn't have those kinds of connections like the others. She comes from a lower income family, construction business." Juneri provided, looking back to her guardian and seeing that he was looking to the teen in question too before returning his gaze onto her. Undoubtedly Juneri had been delving into the minds of others intentionally or not.
"If she fails to impress in the future, I condemn her and her family to living on the streets or to continue to live a life in poverty." Aizawa also knew about Ochaco's family monetary situation from doing his homework on them weeks ago along with the other families.
"She may not be high profile but she's definitely a high risk case." the raven haired male explained to the brunette and then poked two fingers into the middle of her forehead with some strength behind it.
"Ow..."
"And keep that information about Ochaco specifically to yourself. You let her come forward about it if she wants." he chided, fighting the smirk trying to come onto his face when Juneri's nose crinkled upwards as she rubbed the spot where he poked.
"I think it'll make her a more attractive hero." Juneri said as a matter of fact despite what he had just said seconds ago, lowering her hand from her forehead. "Oh yeah?" Aizawa found himself asking again and watched as the brunette nodded again.
"Who doesn't love a story about someone rising to the top from humble beginnings?" Juneri pointed out, " She doesn't have an offensive quirk either, her succession will move that much more people to strive to accomplish the things that Ochaco does in the future." Juneri finished.
When she didn't get an immediate response and only got an unreadable look for what she said, Juneri flushed horribly with an embarrassed squeak and cast her eyes downward out of habit. Staring down at her wordlessly for a moment longer, Aizawa then snorted and dug his phone out of his pocket.
'What a little peach I seem to have…' Aizawa thought dryly before seeming to come to a conclusion on a decision rolling over in his head.
"Go get your duffle bag. We're leaving." the hero said to Juneri, ignoring her confusion as she scurried over to her bag to do as he said and walking towards where the rest of his students were.
"I hope you took the time to patch yourselves up instead of just mother-Henning over Mina." Aizawa's authoritative voice drew conversation of the others to a stop as Juneri threw the strap of her shoulder and hurried over to his side.
"Get your things," he instructed the six other girls, grabbing his own bag as he said this. "We aren't staying here." he straightened from his momentarily crouched position and adopted an expectant look.
"Where are we going?" Jiro wondered. "Is it really okay to move Mina?" Momo fretted next. "She's fine." Aizawa said bluntly and his onyx orbs then trailed over to the pinkette. "Get up Mina, you'll experience a lot worse than sore ribs in the hero world." the man pushed. Nodding, and then gritting her teeth, Mina slowly but surely worked her way to her feet.
Not to be a complete insensitive jerk, the hero had grabbed Mina's bag for her and threw it over his other shoulder. He then scanned Mina carefully, before blinking and looking away when he was apparently satisfied with what he saw. Turning his attention to his phone that he had pulled out earlier, Shouta proceeded to text a few contacts in his phone briefly.
Shouta: I hope you're still on site, got a lot of injured headed your way.
He was sure to hit send before texting a different number next.
Shouta: I'll pay you to come get my car at the park and bring it to the school. Keys are in the center console.
For one final message…
Shouta: Meet me at the school in fifteen minutes in front of Recovery Girl's office. Got some people I want you to meet.
Pocketing the device after sending the last message, the pro returned his attention onto his seven charges. "The school isn't far from here. We'll be making our way there to get you all healed up. God knows I can't return the lot of you to your parents the way you look right now. Try and keep up." he grouched with a small sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets and leading the way out of the park without another word.
"The school? We get the official first crack at the U.A grounds?!" Mina gasped excitedly, stars in her good eye and hands clasped together before her. Apparently her wounds weren't that bad considering the sudden bounce back of her normal exuberant self...that or Aizawa had given her some kick ass pain pills. "Wait for me Mr. Aizawa!" the pinkette crowed full of energy, much to her fellow classmates' surprise, and all but pranced after the sleepy man.
The others could only blink after their new friend and teacher in stunned silence. "I have a feeling that it's going to be a loonng year." Jiro finally murmured evenly, rubbing the back of her head. "And the other three will probably be just as long at that." Tsuyu noted with a croak.
"I said let's go."
The remaining six girls jumped slightly at Aizawa's stiff call out and hurried to follow after the retreating form of their teacher and classmate. Amongst the scurrying pack of teens, Juneri found herself at the front of the group - just about on the heels of Aizawa and Mina. Her eyes had been glued to the ground, one hand keeping hold of the ice pack to her cheek and the other ensuring that her duffle bag wouldn't slip off her shoulder.
Though they all had been thoroughly taught a series of lessons that wouldn't be leaving their minds any time soon, Juneri couldn't help but feel like...like….trash.
Worthless.
Pathetic.
Stupid.
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"You are so damn stupid!"
Aizawa felt a muscle in his forehead twitch once on his otherwise relatively neutral face. His arms were crossed across his chest and his eyes were slid closed. It had become clear to him that telling Midnight to meet him at the school was a mistake now that he was facing her anger.
"What the hell were you thinking? Beating up these precious babies days before the year begins and hours before they gotta go home?!" The flames of hell were in the sky blue eyes of his fellow teacher and pro hero. Clutched to Midnight's chest in a vice-like grip was Juneri.
A red faced Juneri at that.
It wasn't everyday when you were grabbed and held into a woman's cleavage within five seconds of being in the same vicinity of one another. "They're fine." Aizawa grouched without moving. "They're injuries are their fault and their fault alone. Nevertheless, they've come out stronger and wiser because of it." Did they really feel all that stronger and wiser from getting their asses handed to them? No...but whatever floated the pro hero's boat they supposed.
"Their fault?!"
"I can't believe that Midnight is right in front of us…" Tsuyu ribbited in awe, ignoring the conversation and situation going on before the rest of them, "The Midnight. The R-Rated Hero!"
"I think I'm going to pee!" Mina squeaked, hearts in her eyes as she gawked openly at the sultry purple haired woman with the rest of her classmates. 'I think I'm going to pass out!' Juneri wailed inwardly, attempting to pry herself out of Midnight's grasp. She just wanted to be able to breathe without restrictions...and pain. Aizawa's kick ass pain killers were beginning to wear off.
"Yes, their fault." Shouta reiterated, eyes finally sliding open to stare Nemuri down. "Juneri's turning into a different color- let go." he commanded as an afterthought. The older woman let go of the teen as if she had been on fire, a sympathetic look on her masked face.
"I'm sor-"
"Miss Midnight!" Hagakure's excited crow rang out at the same time as Juneri suddenly went flying to the ground from an unexpected shove. "It is so spectacular to meet you!" the invisible teen beamed brightly though none could see it. "I absolutely love your modeling photos featured on 'Heroines Today'!" Mina said joining Hagakure's side just as eagerly, unfazed by Nemuri's rather taken aback expression from what had just happened.
"It's so empowering! It makes a girl dream about being at least a fraction as beautiful and strong as you!" the pinkette said earnestly. "Yes, your work as a successful heroine in a male dominated profession and world is especially inspiring." Momo added with a light blush dusting her cheeks.
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Or maybe a picture with you?"
"An autographed picture to show my family?!"
It was after Jiro, Tsuyu and Ochaco had brought up the last few questions did Juneri finally push herself into a sitting position. Rubbing the sore spot on her chin, the brunette had looked up in time to see Midnight's frazzled expression turn into a fond one.
"Well aren't you lot just the sweetest little things!" Nemuri cooed wholeheartedly and then winked deviously. "Trying to get in good with one of your teachers early huh? Not a bad strategy." she professed playfully. "You're one of our teachers?" six out of the seven girls chorused with dropped jaws.
"That's right!" Midnight grinned, "You're looking at your modern hero art history professor." she declared proudly. A series of 'woah's' spread out amongst the six, and even Juneri had to admit that she was a bit surprised by the class that the raunchy woman would be teaching. "Wait," Mina blinked, a skeptical look then overtaking her features. "You're not going to give a lot of homework are you?"
Cries of anguish and plea's for the older woman to not do as such rang out in the hallway like a well constructed symphony followed by in general questions.
"Are assignments due the next day?"
"Can we work with partners?"
"Do you accept late work?"
"How much are assignments weighted?"
"Can more work be assigned for extra credit?"
"MOMO!"
At this, even Aizawa had a hard time hiding his smirk at the collective shout directed towards the now blushing ravenette who had earned her companions' temporary ire. Midnight however, openly laughed, and motioned with her hands for the six to calm. "We can discuss the finer details of my class after you guys are all healed up." she assured.
Aizawa's attention had momentarily been diverted to his cellphone when he felt it buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he had saw on the home screen that he had received a text message that said. 'No charge. Parked in your usual spot. I'll hold onto your keys.'
"Well I'm glad one of you has some sense." an elderly woman's voice joined the conversation and earning everyone's attention. Turning, the group saw an old, small woman with her grey hair pulled back into a bun walk out of the nurse's office. She wore a doctor's lab coat that lightly dragged across the ground because of her short height and wore a dress with yellow and red vest-like designs on either side, two yellow buttons, and a belt with a pink "R"-shaped buckle.
She also had pink boots and had a helmet around the sides of her head, a purple-tinted visor joining it over her eyes. In one hand, she held the handle of a cane designed like a syringe that clacked against the tiled floor as she took a few steps forward in order to close the distance between her and Aizawa.
" Ah, glad to see you got my message. I wasn't sure if you did or not since you didn't reply." The eraser hero mused neutrally. "Well it's not like I had a lot of time to do so. You gave me a deadline." The smaller woman quipped, " I'm old and need all the time I can get moving from one place to another. If I had wasted time on replying- I would have been late." She explained before trailing her gaze across the seven teens brought to her doorstep more or less.
The small healer was silent for a handful of seconds before she abruptly brought her cane down on top of Aizawa's foot pointedly and harshly. A verbal shout didn't make it past his lips but his face certainly had depicted that he most certainly had felt the jab to his toe bones.
Juneri didn't know how she remained composed while snickers escaped past the lips of her classmates and boisterous laughter came from Midnight herself. "Shame on you," the newcomer tisked, ignoring the amusement around her.
"Putting these young ladies through hell and then dragging them all the way over to my office? I remember when you used to do 'get-to-know-each-other' exercises before beating your girls into the ground. What happened to that?" She asked rhetorically as she then made her way over to Juneri. Aizawa wisely kept his mouth shut, not wanting to grant himself another punishment from Recovery Girl.
"And this poor dear," Recovery Girl continued sympathetically, eventually coming to a stop before his charge. "Wasted on your lack of manners, Shouta Aizawa. Up you get, dearie. We may have janitors that clean regularly but the floor is still no place for a young lady to be." The brunette was visibly surprised by her new apparent ally but did as told robotically.
Juneri wasn't sure who she was or what she was doing, but she made sure to stay still as the old woman then circled her critically. Air had been sucked through the small woman's teeth when the healer noticed the burns on the back of Juneri's leg and caught sight of her hands.
"What nasty burns, your face has some swelling too." The nurse observed before turning and walking back towards her office. "Come on in but form a line, one at a time." Came the instructions along with the signature clack of her walking cane. " I'll be seeing all of you, have no fear, but I want our young burned brunette to go first though."
With little option to do otherwise lest she end up with assaulted toes, Juneri and the others wisely followed after the assertive old woman who was admittedly cute in stature.
"Mr. Aizawa…" Tsuyu croaked curiously. "Meet Recovery Girl." Aizawa introduced knowingly and loud enough for Juneri to hear over the sounds of shuffling feet walking into the nurse's office. "The Youthful Heroine. She's U.A's nurse and will be your primary doctor more or less during your time here."
Without needing direction, Juneri hopped up on the examining table in the room and watched the old nurse begin her personal process of treating a patient. Thick gloves came off and the sink faucet in the room turned on. The smell of soap soon filled the air. " You can still go to the doctor you've grown up with if you really want to, but Recovery Girl will be your best bet to be seen in a timely manner." Aizawa finished.
"Weekly visits will also be a thing with Recovery Girl and myself outside of class and your time training with Shouta." Midnight tacked on out of the blue. Aizawa blinked and looked over to his friend as if she had grown another head. "Recovery Girl I understand, there are medical things I'm not exactly a pro at," the pro rumbled, "but why you, and who says who?"
The healing figure had then began drying her hands before putting her gloves on once more and moving towards Juneri to begin her examination. When motioned to, the curly haired brunette offered her hands to her. "I say so." Midnight's voice drew Juneri's attention again. "There's only so much you can teach them. I can pick up the slack in certain departments."
'Certain departments?' came the collective thought of all seven girls. "Certain departments like?" Aizawa grouched, beginning to grow irritated with his long time friend. Midnight delivered him a flat look, hints of annoyance in her own eyes. "Manipulation. Infiltration. Seduction." The heroine listed off pointedly.
Juneri particularly started and flushed when the final category had been listed. Though Midnight did want to cheer at the victory she had gained when seeing Aizawa falter and be at a loss as to how to reply for once in his life, she forced herself not to. The flustered male pro found that anything other than the young teens with him in the hall was much more interesting.
"Unless of course you will go ahead and take the wheel on those lessons." Midnight pressed pointedly and then snorted in amusement. "I'm sure their parents will just love hearing about how a male teacher is teaching their underage daughters the arts of seduction amongst other things."
"Nemuri." Shouta then hissed venomously, hoping to get the woman to drop the topic or stop speaking entirely. "Uhh…" Jiro's voice cut in, the dark haired teen looking particularly bashful along with her cohorts as she scratched away at her cheek with a singer finger shyly. "Are lessons like that really being taught this year?" she asked tentatively.
Shouta Aizawa was no where near ugly, and like any other teenage girl, she could acknowledge men and women who were attractive. Aizawa and Midnight alike were amongst those who were as such, but that didn't mean she would necessarily be comfortable with either of them teaching her how to seduce someone. She had to see them, or at least Aizawa for sure, for the rest of her high school career!
"NO!" Aizawa barked sharply but then cleared his throat and continued on in a lower level voice. "No." the raven haired male assured. "Manipulation, and infiltration can be integrated into the curriculum rather early, but seduction is left out for later on in your high school years. Junior year most likely, a third party be getting involved to teach you all as such." Aizawa explained.
A collective sigh of relief flowed through the group of seven teenagers at this news but this seemed to only grate on Midnight's nerves.
"Which is entirely-"
"Something that we can take up with Nezu later if need be."
Midnight opened her mouth to say something else but at the last second decided not to and backed off for the time being. 'Already trying to poach my students…' floated over to Juneri from Aizawa's mind, 'Ridiculous.' the man visibly huffed at the thought. Recovery Girl chuckled, bringing Juneri's attention onto the small woman and noticing that she was now examining her hands with a close eye.
"The first day hasn't even ended and you're already circling Aizawa like a vulture, Nemuri." the elder chided the raunchy woman half heartedly, flipping Juneri's hands over in her own to examine the other side before returning them to their previous orientation. 'I understand that she's always wanted her own special group to teach but…' Recovery Girl's thoughts faded away.
Pouting, the blue eyed woman held up her hands in surrender. "I'm only trying to lighten his work load by offering my services." she waved a hand flippantly. "Is Mr. Aizawa the only one permitted to teach the girls at U.A?" Momo wondered with a slight furrow of her brow. "There have been others." the old nurse nodded. "Sometimes we had more than one person at a time teaching the girls that made it into the hero course." she then shrugged.
"In more recent times though, Principal Nezu has determined that Aizawa is the most qualified and capable out of all of us here for the job. If we had more staff here that had his kind of work experience then perhaps there could be more than one person responsible for your success as heroines. Until that moment comes though, Aizawa will be U.A's official person on the matter." Recovery Girl stated evenly.
Various expressions of awe, curiosity, and amazement could be seen on the faces of the teens. Juneri didn't need to read their minds to know that they were wondering just what kind of experience Aizawa had under his belt. 'Damn underground heroes.' Midnight however cursed inwardly with a sour expression on her face that wasn't quite hidden from view. 'I'm just as capable as he is to train heroines-to-be.'
"You know…" Recovery Girl then trailed off thoughtfully, distracting Juneri from Midnight's thoughts. "I probably should mention that I heard that Principal Nezu brought in another group of seven girls at the last minute." Nemuri visibly brightened while Aizawa frowned heavily and wilted at the news.
"You may get away with poaching a lot more easier now if you can get to Nezu quickly enough to make your case." the nurse smirked, throwing a side look at the heroine before turning back towards Juneri and planting a kiss on each of the girl's hands. Alarmed and seconds away from snatching her hands away from the old woman, Juneri paused and realized why she had done such a thing.
The angry and ugly acid burned skin on her palms were beginning to heal and smooth over bit by bit. With her hands returning to normal, the pain in them and over the rest of her body was beginning to melt away as well. 'Her healing power comes in the form of kisses? That's...unique?' Juneri thought to herself.
"More girls will be joining us?" Tsuyu echoed curiously on behalf of her fellow classmates, bringing Juneri back into focus. "I'm not taking on anymore students." Aizawa said barely a heartbeat later, a heated glare had settled on his features. "I know the ones he's talking about and we already discussed that they weren't cut out for this school. What is he doing bringing them in anyways?" the man snapped at the healer.
"Don't get lippy with me, mister." the nurse shot back with a bit of heat in her own voice and it was in this moment that Juneri suddenly felt really tired. "This decision is out of my hands." Recovery Girl simpered, cowing the brunette she was treating to lay down on the examination table on her belly. 'For a bougie pillow, this really isn't that bad.' Juneri yawned widely as she came to rest belly down and tuck the provided pillow under her head.
Her eye lids felt heavier by the second and the brunette was starting to have doubts that she would be able to stay focused on the conversation between the two adults for much longer. It was because she was so tired all of a sudden that she didn't even notice that her hands had healed up completely from Mina's acid attack from earlier with some faint scarring here and there.
"I would have a word with Vlad though if it really bothers you." the nurse noted, ignoring the scoff that escaped Aizawa's lips at the sound of the other man's name.
"He's the one that's going to be their homeroom teacher. Nezu mentioned waiting until after the first semester concluded before they possibly get to join you and your seven here since it is rather short notice...and to make sure you just don't expel them off the bat - it will be determined if they're preforming adequately enough to be passed onto you for further education and training by all of us teaching at the school."
A defeated sigh escaped through Shouta's lips. Clearly his plan had been thwarted before he could even attempt to put additional details into it.
"Aht! Aht!" Recovery Girl suddenly tapped Juneri's forehead, causing dropping eye lids to snap open wider. "I need you to stay away for me dearie, here." the nurse briefly dug in her coat pocket and pulled out some wrapped candies. "Have some candy. It'll give you the energy boost you clearly need." Juneri's healed hand briefly brushed against the gloved hand of Recovery Girl as she accepted the goodies from the healer.
Juneri unwrapped one of the treats given to her and popped it into her mouth as Recovery Girl cut away a large portion of one of the legs on Juneri's sweat pants so she could get at the injury there. The treat was sweet and melted in Juneri's mouth in a swell of sugary, revitalizing goodness. "These burns are nasty." Recovery Girl repeated her earlier statement.
"Chemical or acidic like in nature, the depth of the burns suggest physical contact was made for a duration longer than advised and unless an additional someone here has suddenly taken on an acidic quirk, I doubt it could be contested on who could be the cause of these injuries….Mina Ashido." the nurse called out, turning her head slightly to the side in order to catch sight of the pink teen responsible for the wounds.
The girl in question stiffened visibly at the address and did her best to reply. "Y-yes ma'am?" she stuttered nervously at the stern tone the older woman had adopted.
"I don't want you using your acid on your classmates like this again. Had you of maintained contact with Juneri any longer than you did then you could have caused permanent nerve damage. I may be skilled at what I do but there's limits that even I have." Recovery Girl ordered. Mina openly faltered at that with an air of apprehensiveness. "Uhh...yes ma'am but how am I-?"
"That's not possible." Shouta cut in briskly. "If they want to avoid the burns and possible nerve damage as you say then they had better improve their evasive and combat skills. Holding back is horrible advice to give in a world that's cruel to those unfortunate enough to pull the short end of the stick."
Lifting her head, Recovery Girl's expression sharpened, a hostile aura now radiating off of her small frame as she stared down Mina. Juneri flinched at the sudden change in demeanor and leaned away from the little woman as best as she could from her position on the table. Her fellow classmates had looked as equally frightened by the abrupt change and all but Mina had taken a collective hop backwards and hid behind Aizawa and Midnight.
"I meant what I said. I don't want to see injuries like this again. See it as a challenge if you must but it is a challenge that you will succeed in. Do you understand?" The panicked nod of a head covered in pink, unruly locks greeted the healer with no hesitation despite what her teacher had just stated.
Aizawa on the other hand groaned inwardly and rubbed at his face harshly with a deep sigh. Clearly the women of U.A so far were dead set on interfering with his job one way or another when it came to training the seven young women he had been saddled with this time around.
Satisfied with the pinkette's answer and aloof to Aizawa's dilemma, Recovery Girl's hostile aura disappeared without a trace - prompting the girls to come out of hiding - and proceeded to place an additional kiss to Juneri's injured leg before backing away from the teen and motioned for her to carefully sit up without putting pressure on the leg still working on healing. Cautiously did the nurse give Juneri a once over before helping her off the examination table.
"The same goes to you as well." Recovery Girl directed to Juneri. "If you have to beat Mina into the ground to avoid getting burns like that again then you beat her into the ground without another moment of thought. You have to take care of yourself above all else. Remember that, dearie."
Oh my…
"Yes ma'am." Juneri blinked a few times with wide eyes, scurrying off when the little doctor motioned for her to do as much. "Mina. You're next. Come along now and let me get a look at you." Recovery Girl announced as Juneri skidded over to Aizawa and admittedly hid behind the taller man. 'She's certainly...unapologetic.' Juneri projected over to her guardian and looked up at him just in time to catch the onyx eyed man smirk slightly.
Turning slightly and looking down, Aizawa caught Juneri's mix-matched gaze. He had allowed her to witness his small huff of laughter before nodding towards the door leading back out to the hallway.
"Stay with them Midnight, I wanna talk to Juneri." the eraser hero stated lazily, leading the way out of the office without waiting for a reply. When the teen brunette had stepped outside and closed the office door behind her, Aizawa began leading them down the hall with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
"Just as there are certain social circles out in society you are going to want to be aware of at the least, there are going to be social circles made up of U.A's faculty and staff you're going to want to keep an eye on too." he forewarned.
"Recovery Girl, Power Loader, Ectoplasm and Hound Dog all have been here for quite some time. They have Principal Nezu's ear most of all and still have considerably impressive influence outside of the school." Aizawa explained, Juneri's facial expression falling into a contemplative one. She only recognized one name out of the four he had given. Who were the others?
"Over the last few years," Juneri had to force herself to brush aside that question to focus on what her guardian was telling her. " I haven't been ignorant to Nezu beginning to include me in some of the affairs that he likes to hold closer to his chest. Taking you on is one example of him showing that obviously I've made my way into his inner circle to some degree."
"Is that why you were snippy with Recovery Girl? Because you know you can get away with it now that you have an in?" Juneri asked innocently. "If that's how you want to see it then you can." Aizawa shrugged lazily, "But just as she meant her piece, I also meant mine. It'll be up to you guys to determine the proper balance between the two orders if you want to succeed. If you don't...well it'll be a lesson learned. That's not what I'm trying to get at though." he shook his head.
"I don't exactly expect that your stay out of the asylum and Haruhi's possession is going to continue to be peaceful. Especially with the way that we departed." Juneri didn't know that she had stopped walking until she saw Aizawa had done the same from a foot or two in front of her.
"That guard seemed to have some problems," the man continued speaking nonetheless, "Especially with your release. I know guys like that, and they're going to prove to be a pain in the ass." he had begun to walk again and Juneri forced her own legs to move so she could follow after them.
"They'll do anything to get their way again, underhanded moves included. You need to be prepared for that." Shouta warned earnestly. "We haven't known each other long but that doesn't mean I won't fight in your corner." Juneri did her best to ignore the small flutter she felt in her belly at this.
"But there are limits to what even I can do though." Aizawa acknowledged, " You need more people willing to fight in your corner if you're going to stay out of that place."
"But...the government-" Juneri tried but had quickly been cut off, "Is easily corruptible and will turn coat in a blink of an eye with the right person pulling the strings." the pro hero interrupted. Juneri frowned heavily, brows furrowed in concern. 'So...he's saying to get cozy with the people here?' she wondered to herself.
"Getting in good with most, if not all, of the staff and teachers at U.A is a good start in terms of having allies that will fight to keep you on the outside world." Aizawa advised and inadvertently confirming her thoughts.
"Getting in good with the other girls will be another advantage for you too but that means you'll have to start stepping out of your shell more and do it quickly." Aizawa looked to his charge out of the corner of his eye. The teen didn't look particularly excited about this bit of news but she had nodded in understanding anyways.
"The odds are that if you get them, you get their own allies as well on your side." he added on nevertheless. 'I should get closer to Typhoon and make friends with her friends too.' Juneri noted to herself, itching to send a text to the cat woman who had been kind to her right now, ' The more the merrier as Aizawa is playing at and if things do hit the fan, I may need to lay low with people who aren't associated with U.A in one way or another.'
"Why…"Juneri found herself speaking. "Why are you telling me this?" the brunette asked with a small frown.
"Being enrolled into U.A.'s hero program and being a young woman on top of it means you're going to be in the spot light once the year starts. People against you are going to look for any opening they can to work in their favor when trying to take you away. I'm only trying to give you a heads up on what's to come in the near future." the pro hero rumbled half heartedly, coming to a stop in front of a particular office.
Juneri's roaming eyes found a golden name plate next to the door that said 'Guidance Counselor' on it. "I'll leave you to it." the raven haired male said lazily and turned, managing only to take one step away before a hand had clamped down on his sleeve. "What are you doing?" Juneri whispered frantically, feeling her heart rate rise.
Looking down at his sleeve in her grip and then meeting her gaze, Aizawa blinked slowly. "Hound Dog is in there." he said simply. "I texted him earlier before we made our way to the school." He actually didn't know if Hound Dog was in there yet, but if Recovery Girl was capable of hauling ass to get to the campus in a timely manner then he was sure the lifestyle guider was capable enough to haul ass to his office where he would wait for his fellow pro hero to reclaim his car keys.
"Now's as good a time as any to begin making those connections we just got done talking about. He also has the car keys so until we get them, we're stuck here." Aizawa removed her hand from his person and took some steps away from the teen to avoid getting grabbed again.
Juneri deadpanned at the last bit of his statement but when going to question her guardian further, she instead just about had a heart attack when Aizawa knocked on the Guidance Counselor's door firmly before walking away. "Wait!" Juneri whisper yelled but her cry did nothing to stop the retreating figure of her guardian. Juneri had taken some steps to follow after the man but a deep baritone voice had stopped her.
" Can I help you?"
Juneri ashamedly jumped and turned around to see a giant, blonde, muzzled….dog….person….standing in the doorway of the office Aizawa had brought her too. "Uhhh…" the teen warbled, mix-matched eyes shooting over to where she last saw Aizawa only to see that the spot was empty now.
"I uhh…." Juneri repeated unsurely, shrinking in on herself instinctually with her eyes downcast. Hound Dog's eyes narrowed slightly in thought before softening whole heartedly. "You're one of 'Zawa's new girls that got into the hero course this year aren't you?" the giant guessed knowingly. Unable to force her vocal cords to work, Juneri settled for nodding but still not meeting the hulking figure in the eye.
"Why don't you come on into my office? Let's talk for a quick spell and then I'll get you back to Aizawa." the pro-hero offered, side stepping so that the teen could move past him to get into the room. Startled by the offer, Juneri blinked rapidly in surprise before forcing her feet to move as the man had wanted her to.
Walking into his office, Juneri's eyes instinctually roamed around the place to take in every detail of the designated space given to the pro hero as he closed the door behind them both. It was very cozy. Contrary to the rest of the school's design, Hound Dog's office had a wooden theme going on all the way from the wall paneling to the floor.
His overall color scheme of the room had been various shades of browns, oranges, and beiges. The plush carpet of the room silenced their footsteps and Juneri couldn't help but feel like she ought to have taken her shoes off before stepping into the office.
There was a set of plush loveseats in the room and an equally comfortable looking couch set next to the farthest wall. Hound Dog's desk was made from fine mahogany wood that had the usual desk decorations on top of it in addition to small little ornaments to add some personality to the room.
"Go ahead and have a seat." the counselor instructed as he made his own way to the chair at his desk. Juneri moved a bit robotically as she sat down in one of the chairs available to her and folded her hands in her lap, not quite sure what to do with them otherwise. "My name's Hound Dog. As you may or may not know, I'm the guidance counselor here at the school." the titan like figure introduced himself as he sat down harshly on his chair.
"...I'm Juneri." the shy brunette introduced herself weakly and said nothing else. 'Way to go Juneri. Way to really step out of your shell here.' Juneri grimaced inwardly, making the equivalent noise of a dying whale inside.
In the silence that stretched between the duo, the pro-hero stared at Juneri for a moment before speaking again. "Well then Juneri." he reached over and turned on the automatic incense burner on his desk that would release a calming scent into the air. "Why don't we get to know each other? We have all the time in the world while we're in here."
'Oh god.' Juneri paled drastically.
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"Fix your face, Typhoon. It's unsightly."
Tan cat ears snapped backwards flat against a blonde head and golden cat eyes sharpened in annoyance as a tan tail whipped back and forth in irritation. "You were happy enough with my face when you had your lips and dick all over it." Typhoon snapped back at her verbal assailant, her glare only being broken when she worked her shirt over her head. A snicker quickly broke into a hearty, suave laugh.
Smacking her lips at this, Typhoon rolled her eyes and worked on getting her pants over her hips. She wouldn't bother collecting her underwear from the floor because they had been torn beyond saving. "Ty-Ty." came a sweet coo, large calloused hands clamped down on the woman's slim waist and hauled her backwards into a familiar masculine chest with disturbing ease.
Warm breath hit the back of her neck momentarily before a bearded chin had come to rest on her shoulder. Toned and muscled arms locked around her like a bear trap, making escape impossible. "Don't be like that, baby, you know those aren't my words specifically."
Typhoon scoffed loudly and pulled away from her captor though it was useless since she didn't even succeed in taking more than a step away from him. "Oh yeah? Then who's are they?" the neko shot back sarcastically. She felt the childish urge to pull his wavy orange locks that went past his shoulders if it meant that she could put some distance between the two of them.
"You know who said it." came the murmured reply before a set of lips were leaving butterfly kisses on the junction between her neck and shoulder that left Typhoon with an annoyingly fluttering heart despite the ire that had hit her in the next moment.
"Fucking Diamond." a fierce scowl planted its' self across Typhoon's lips at the thought of the other woman who had single handedly become the bane of her existence since she had began working at the club. "Ding, ding, ding, have a winner." the male voice chimed playfully, hands unhooking momentarily from around Typhoon's waist and drifted downwards stealthily.
"I don't know why she can't just leave me alone alre-ah! Alastair - stop!" the woman squeaked with flaming red cheeks, "I'm dressed now damn it and you already ruined my underwear!" the blonde protested, swatting at the mountain of muscle behind her. Chuckling, said man did cease his mischievous act and pulled his hands back to his person for the most part.
One hand remained wrapped around Typhoon's slim tail while the other supported his weight as he leaned back on his bed in a sultry manner. "You are insufferable." Typhoon huffed with her cheeks puffed out much like a squirrel who had acorns shoved in its' mouth, arms firmly crossed across her chest. "More like insatiable." Alastair corrected with a smirk, grey eyes flashing in amusement.
"You two get along terribly." he then said abruptly, "Tell me. What is with the bad blood between the both of you?" he asked still smirking. Typhoon snorted and rolled her golden eyes heavily, a healthy blush still on her cheeks because she hadn't missed that little comment he had just made. "I have no idea. She's the one who started it with her pissy attitude and snide comments the moment she walked into the club." the woman waved a hand dismissively.
"So you don't think that it has nothing to do with the fact that you're fucking the person she has wet dreams about?" Alastair quirked a well groomed brow and grinned toothily when Typhoon's blush spread more across her face. "Y-You pervert! What are you doing spying on people's dreams! Those are private!" the bartender scolded.
"Ehh? I'm the pervert?" Alastair echoed fauxly aghast, "She's the one taking advantage of me in her dreams. If anything, she's the one who's the pervert." he stated factually. "Who's the one who put those dreams into her head in the first place?" Typhoon quipped back with her own quirked brow towards the man.
"I have no idea as to what you're talking about, doll." Alastair denied freely and not a moment later his phone began to buzz violently on the bedroom table an arm's reach away from them both. "Incoming call: Diamond." his phone rang out in an automated voice. "Incoming call: Diamond." Typhoon pinned her companion with a hurt-filled and betrayed look and succeeded in ripping herself away from the man this time when she attempted the maneuver.
"Typhoon." the man sighed heavily, watching as the neko aggressively buttoned her jeans and proceed to look for her shoes. Alastair's clothes were flying to and fro with reckless abandon during the woman's search.
"Incoming call: Diamond. Incoming call: Diamond."
"Typhoon, stop."
Golden eyes merely glared daggers into the floor that she searched, they stung with tears that may have bubbled to the surface but would be denied the opportunity to fall.
"Incoming call: Diamond."
"Typhoon."
Bed sheets that had been kicked to the floor recently during their love making excursion had been ripped into the air and slowly fluttered back to the ground with the woman having looked under them.
"Incoming-"
"Will you fucking answer your phone already?!" Typhoon finally exploded at the top of her lungs. "FUCK!" she screamed out next in frustration before stomping a foot and making for the door.
"Incoming call: Diamond."
She was tired of looking for her shoes and was just going to hoof it barefoot back to her home. The blonde had managed to rip open the door before it was suddenly slammed closed again. A black, beefy hand was preventing the woman from leaving.
A blip of fear hit the woman head on, looking over her shoulder - Typhoon was greeted with the sight of a tall, dark, menacing, humanoid figure decorated with a beak, bulging muscles, and an exposed brain was looming over her dangerously. The creature seemed on edge. As if waiting for an order to be given so it could ...do something.
"What are you doing?" Typhoon asked without taking her eyes off of the creature that had appeared out of no where. "I want to leave." she said plainly. "You're being dramatic, baby." Alastair drawled lowly, a dangerous tilt to his tone. "You don't even have your shoes."
"I don't care, I can buy more."
Huffing, a naked Alastair rose from the bed, phone in hand at that, and approached the stiff blonde that was staring down the new addition to the room. "Do you like it?" he asked coyly. "It's my newest discovery." he said proudly. Alastair Gotaru had a unique quirk that not many knew about or really saw replicated; Dream Manipulation.
It allowed the ginger to control all aspects of a dream; he could create, shape, enter and manipulate the dreams of himself and others of his choosing. When modifying or even observing dreams as well as nightmares or daydreams - Alastair could also pull a dream out of the dream realm and bring it out into the real world where he maintained control over the dream element.
What Typhoon thought was the scariest component of the ginger's quirk had been the fact that he could force someone into a dreaming state with just one look, and if he ever killed or harmed a person in their own dream - they would get hurt or die in real life. That is why she lowered herself into being Alastair's personal booty call.
His unnatural and intense fascination with her would be the death of her if she didn't play her cards right...and Typhoon was determined to play her cards right. That was the only reason she kept working at that not so shitty, but still shitty in her opinion, shit hole - the Black Mask.
"W..what is it?" Typhoon decided that she would hate herself later for stuttering but also congratulate herself for maintaining contact with the creature preventing her from leaving.
A contemplative hum came from the man for the few seconds that it took for him to close the distance between himself and Typhoon, his arms coming to wrap around her frame and chin resting on top of her head in between a set of tan cat ears. "I think that freak Shigaraki called it Nomu in his dream." Alastair revealed with a small look of boredom on his handsome features. "Nomu?" Typhoon repeated, ears flattening against her head in concern.
Alastair hanging around the League of Villains was bad enough in Typhoon's opinion, making a treaty with them was even worse. Yet it's exactly what Alastair had gone ahead and did despite her warnings to distance himself from the organization. Now their establishment had riff raff crawling into it at all hours of the night.
"Mhm…" the ginger ran his hands up and down Typhoon's sides. "I think they intend to use the thing to kill All Might at some point. He'll be teaching at U.A now, ya know." he mentioned off handedly, having gotten the information from Shigaraki while he slept tucked away in his own hideout. Typhoon felt something in her stomach drop as the image of Juneri flashed before her very eyes.
'Please tell me you won't be enrolling at that school, kid…' she inwardly prayed. Though they hadn't known each other long, Typhoon had taken a liking to Juneri rather quickly and the blonde woman didn't want anything to happen to the dual quirked teen who liked to keep her company during her work shift.
"Are you going to do anything about it?" Typhoon found herself asking. "Hm?" Alastair hummed in confusion. "About the Nomu the League intends on using." Typhoon clarified. The ginger paused and stared down the woman in his arms for a long moment, blinking slowly. "Why would I do that?" the League and him had an agreement.
If he stayed out of their business, they'd stay out of his. Alastair intended on keeping that deal between them intact for much longer than a few months as it currently stood. Typhoon had opened her mouth to reply but no words had come out. Her eyes remained glued onto the manifested Nomu in the room and felt her resolve harden a bit. "No reason." she answered finally. "I was just curious."
'I hope you don't get caught up in the crosshairs of All Might and the League, Juneri.' Typhoon frowned to herself, not bothering to fight the insistent pulls to her waist in order to drag her frame back towards the bed she had just left. 'It's hard to pull yourself out of the sniper's scope once you're there.' Typhoon frowned particularly hard at this thought but forced herself to smile and meet the persistent lips at her neck in a passionate rendezvous once again this night.
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A/N: I HAVE RETURNED! Thank you all for reading and keep the input and friendly suggestions coming! As usual review, love, follow, favorite and share virtual hugs!