Again, you have no idea how hard this one was! But whatever. It's here. Yay.

Disclaimer: not mine

Warning: the same as last chapter, only this one has the gore I was thinking about originally last chapter. You uh… you might not want to eat anything while reading this chapter. It's bad. (Random side note, I could eat breakfast while I wrote this part, but I couldn't when I was just re-reading it. Weird, huh?) There will be a two-sentence TL;DR at the bottom of the first section, just below the gore, for those who can not handle the level of gore I added.

Kyoya will be totally honest, and admit to himself at the very least, that he maybe chose the wrong career to pursue. Probably. (Almost definitely.) And he knew this because when the other idiots/classmates/former Family joined his side to help 'defeat the enemy' Kyoya nearly growled that this was his prey and that they should back off if they wanted to keep their hands attached to their bodies. But that wasn't what Heroes did… that's what Villains did. (God damnit.)

The 'Nomu' thing, as Handy called it, was a tougher opponent than Kyoya had been expecting, and he would be damned if this wasn't the best day of his new life to date, as he tore into flesh, gouged muscle from bone, all but doused in the thing's blood and danced in time to his screams. And the best part? The thing re-grew whatever Kyoya took out!

Literally, like Kyoya tested it by wrapping his chains around one arm and tearing it off – only to watch in complete fascination as the arm was replaced in under 10 seconds! Kyoya knew there had to be a limit to how much fun he could have with this large-scale toy, and he was all too happy to find that limit. Even as the other teenagers showed up, he really didn't care. Even as All Might showed up, gathered the students off to the side, he didn't care –

The small purple herbivore flashed across his vision, waving to indicate that he had finished the 'job' Kyoya had given him –

But then All Might just had to interrupt his fun, and the man pulled him away from his chew toy. "It's alright now, Young Himura! I am-"

"In my way!" Kyoya snarled as he pressed his feet firmly into the man's chest and pushed off, spinning in mid air to land on his feet. He tore back into his toy with a new-found vigour, only vaguely listening to the small green animal tell the older Hero what Kyoya's plan was… in ear shot of the enemy.

"Nomu!" Handy yelled. "Get back here!"

Yeah, there was no doubt. Midoriya Izuku had alerted the big bad guy to all of Kyoya's plans, and Kyoya had to end his fun early because of it. And that was just saddening.

Damn it, Dame-Tsuna! Even as another person, you still mess up!

As the enormous creature turned toward his boss (or owner, as the thing barely seemed capable of actual thought more than what any pet would be able) Kyoya grabbed an arm and pulled. The monster pet screamed and screeched as it careened through the air and slammed stomach down onto the pentagram drawn with the balls, leaving it embolized for the moment.

The little herbivore had placed all 8 balls requested perfectly in the form of a 5-point star, with three gathered in the center to help hold the creature down. Kyoya had no illusions that it couldn't and/or wouldn't get up, but the point wasn't to detain it for long – it was just meant to hold it still for a moment.

(warning: gore a-head.)

Just long enough for Kyoya to stoop down and sink his fingers into its exposed brain.

There were calls for him to stop from both sides, all of them berating him for the disgusting act – and someone was retching somewhere behind him as they tried to tell him to stop. It sounded like All Might, if only because he heard a vague rendition of his name in between the sounds of the man losing whatever was in his stomach.

The screeching was getting louder by the creature as everyone, literally everyone, was telling him to drop it. Kyoya crouched down to stare at the creature's wildly spinning eyes as it pleaded with him to not do the thing it just knew Kyoya was going to do, then he looked back at the others, specifically Handy and his gate-like second in command.

Idly he wondered if the thing could regenerate if its brain had been removed, and if so, would the body regenerate the brain or vice-versa?

He stood up again, staring Handy in the eyes as he did – pulling the brain out as he went. The thing gave one last indignant screech and flumped to the floor, unmoving. The red-headed, rock-like herbivore and the purple little one with the balls joined the older Hero in emptying their stomachs, the frog girl and the small green animal were holding onto each other and crying in fear, and the last two, the duel toned herbivore and the exploding one, were standing stock still, eyes wide, mouths gaping and hands visibly shaking.

The gate was standing (floating?) disturbingly still… then, for the briefest of seconds, Kyoya saw the right eye of the floating herbivore flash bright blood red and the former hitman and Vongola enforcer was instantly on high alert for any of Mukuro's tricks, but he would have remembered feeling the bastards Flames when he was on top of him, surely? His Flames would not allow someone to overpower him, memories or not, and considering the Pineapple Herbivore's past, his trips to Hell and back, Kyoya should have realized he would have kept his memories, at the very least – if not his powers too.

… Now there was a thought. Could Mukuro possess people in this world too? Would he still be able to use his 'paths' or his Flames? Would –

Handy's arm reached through a gate unexpectedly close to Kyoya's face, startling him out of his thoughts. Kyoya instinctively reached out to grab said arm when he remembered that that hand was currently full of brain – perfect. He'll just give it back.

He shoved his hand out to meet Handy's and absolutely coated the other's hand in brain matter, grabbing his wrist a split second later to hold him there. He ignored the sudden scream from Handy and watched in fascination as two very different forces fought in the same place. Handy's Quirk, it appeared, was deterioration or a destruction of some kind that caused rot, while it seemed the creature could regenerate from just a brain. The cells of the brain were regenerating almost as fast as Handy could destroy them.

And then the coolest thing happened that made Kyoya almost gleeful just watching. The brain regenerated over Handy's hand and crawled up his wrist! Kyoya snickered as he let go of the wrist and turned to watch Handy freak out a few yards away, waving his hand frantically and attempting to shake the brain off. Kyoya couldn't stop the true, genuine laugh that bubbled past his lips if he tried. The way he was flapping his arms, hopping from one foot to the other, screaming "Ewewewewewewewewew!" and spraying everyone with brain was so funny, Kyoya almost doubled over laughing.

Then Handy stopped screaming as the last of the brain was whipped off his hand, his other already reaching for a second portal/gate, and Kyoya – in all his humor – decided to make more of a "come hither" motion with his index finger rather than a sharper "bring it" with the same motion, with his bloodied hand.

He licked his lips, teeth flashing white.

Kyoya smirked as Handy growled and thrust his arm into the portal. Kyoya dodged to the side – not even really moving his feet, just his shoulders and waist – his eyes never leaving Handy's. He grinned as the other's right eye flashed red for less than a second, and Kyoya confirmed several different things all at once as he reached across his shoulders with his bloodied right hand, Flames clawing just under his skin and grabbed a wrist that had appeared out of no where. He pulled as hard as he could, feeling the all-too-familiar Mist almost swirl with his Cloud and watched as Handy (MUKURO!) was jerked into the portal to the shoulder, and he proceeded to break Handy's arm in 6 places in less than the blink of an eye – still without turning away from a suddenly frightened and screaming Handy.

Kyoya released his hand with another chuckle, watching how everyone took at least 8 steps away from him. Mukuro was there – hidden, somehow, possibly locked away, because this attack was nothing like Mukuro. Mukuro was a far better opponent, intellectually and physically. Handy was practically a child, pushing out in all brute force and numbers, with no real plan of attack. Handy had this 'Nomu' creature to kill All Might, but there was no back-up plan, or a back-up for that back-up.

And there was simply no way, if Mukuro had any kind of real control, would that Diva of a man allow such a dishevelled appearance when making a criminal debut.

Handy dropped to the ground the moment he had his arm back, holding his head (notably not his broken arm) with wild, wide eyes; and he screamed, not like he was in dire pain, like how he should having had his arm shattered, but… more animalistic, like he was blocking out a mental noise no one else could hear.

(Kyoya didn't know how, but he just knew Mukuro was laughing at Handy in their shared mindscape – assuming they were like Reborn and Aizawa-sensei, at least.)

"V-villain… you're a Villain!" The two-toned herbivore yelled out, shaking in plain fear. Kyoya gave him a small smile, tight with annoyance.

"No, I'm not." He called back – because they had stepped so far back from him that if he had said it in his normal volume they wouldn't hear him. "I'm an aspiring Hero – so long as I don't get bored."

(End of gore, promise!)

(TL;DR Kyoya defeated the Nomu in an unusual way, while discovering that 'Handy' is actually Mukuro. He highly disturbs everyone that had watched him, both Hero and Villain alike.)

The reinforcement Heroes arrived much faster than Kurogiri had expected, but it was all the more reason to get Tomura out of this Hell hole with that literal Demon somehow siding with the Heroes. His charge was suitably terrified as well, his left arm broken in several places, his right still covered in blood – Kurogiri only really had to say 'let's go' twice before the young man was all but running into his portal back to the bar. They stumbled onto the wooden floor, Tomura growling as he held his head. He sank to the floor in front of the TV, just as the black screen buzzed with static.

"Master! The plan failed, the Nomu was killed, there was a-a-a Demon among the Heroes!" Kurogiri pleaded with the 'Audio-only' Television communication set.

"A demon?"

"What do you mean my Nomu was killed?!"

"I-I mean, there was a student that was like a demon; he was so strong. He was beating the Nomu with just a pair of tonfa, I have no idea what his quirk was, but he was terrifying! He even threatened to rip out my ribs while sitting on my chest! He-he-"

"What was this student's name? Tell me all you can, Kurogiri."

"Skylark?!" Tomura screamed from his place on the ground, not looking up at the T.V., or at anything Kurogiri realized, as his charge rocked the top half of his body, neglecting his arm so as to hold his head instead. "What do you mean Skylark?! What is that?! Why are you laughing at me?! Kufufu-FUCK YOU!"

There was a long, silent pause in the room; so long, in fact, Kurogiri feared he had lost connection with their boss when he heard the long-suffering sigh drone from the Television.

"Are you hearing the voice again, Tomura?" Kurogiri blinked down at his charge.

"…Maybe?" Another long sigh and Kurogiri was preparing to transport the young man to their boss even before the man asked for it. Whisking them both back to the man took almost all that was left of his stamina, but he managed to get them to their boss's hideout. He dropped to his knees, gasping for breath a moment, before gathering up his strength to stand again.

"It's alright, Kurogiri. You can take a moment to rest."

The gate let out a shuddered breath. "Thank you, master."

"Now, who am I speaking to? Are you still my student, Tomura? Or am I speaking to that accursed alter ego?" Sensei asked as he stared down at Tomura. Kurogiri blinked in confusion, watching the scene unfold as his charge stood on shaky legs and let out the strangest version of a 'Kufufu' chuckle the gate had ever heard. Tomura plucked off the hand covering his face and dropped it to the ground once he stood, his shattered arm seemingly no longer broken and in perfect use, though the odd bends and the purple bruising said otherwise.

"Oya, oya, how perceptive of you, however I must say, I really don't enjoy being called 'accursed' or an 'Alter Ego'. Please, call me Rokudo Mukuro."

The reinforcement Heroes arrived much faster than Kyoya had expected, and that was fine; better than fine, actually, as he remembered the reason he had rushed down here so frantically to begin with. Reborn was still laying on the ground, unconscious, but near the other students and All Might, rather than where he had pulled the Nomu off the man. Kyoya watched as Mukuro's reincarnation darted for safety in the gate, and both disappeared – and once they were gone completely, the teen burst into a run at the students.

It didn't hurt that they all instinctively hid behind the Pro Hero, or that his Sky was watching him with more fear than he had ever had in their previous life. Really…

(It shouldn't have been painful to watch his Family cower away from him – watch the way they ran from him. Because that was who he was. No more, no less. He wasn't a good person. So his display should have taught them all that. And their reaction to learning about him should not have hurt.)

(But it did. It hurt so bad.)

"Sensei!" Kyoya called out, skidding to a stop in front of the man. He stopped some 10 steps away as Midoriya, in all his blazing glory and fear, Sky Flames only just out of reach, but echoing out around him, felt only by those who knew what to look for, stood in a battle stance between Kyoya and their teacher. The green haired teen was visibly shaking, his eyes watering, but he looked ready to take Kyoya on to defend their teacher. Kyoya cocked his head to the side, watching as the duel-toned herbivore and the explosive herbivore flanked him (Kyoya wondered if it was just that ingrained in his soul for Hayato to go to the right-hand side of his boss, or if it was just a coincidence).

The rock herbivore and the frog girl joined them, and the Pro Hero knelt down to examine his fellow teacher's wounds, carefully turning the man's face this way and that. Kyoya outstretched his hand, the one not still covered in blood, and asked quietly,

"Is he going to be ok?"

"Why do you care?" the duel herbivore said icily. Kyoya looked at him a moment, debating on an answer.

"Just Fucking leave!" the explosive herbivore all but screamed, his hands sparking with a clear threat.

"Himura," the Pro Hero began sternly, and Kyoya felt a little taken aback by the way the Pro was speaking to him. There was no friendliness in his voice, only a hoarse and scolding tone. "Why are you trying to be a Hero?" the man asked. Kyoya lowered his hand and allowed himself a moment to think. He wanted them to trust him, but… the truth would only hurt them, and in turn himself, more.

Oh well. He was still, and always will be, Hibari Kyoya. The truth it is.

"If you're looking for a noble answer, like I want to save everyone, you aren't going to get it. I'm aiming for a way to be less bored. If I'm a villain, then I would have to invent my own Chaos, hurt civilians, use pawns, think up plots to thwart Heroes… But if I'm a Hero, well… I get to join in the Chaos someone else made, with no further plotting of my own. Saving people is just a good by product of my mayhem."

"But would you really go out of your way to save someone?"

The question hung in the air, an accusation that pulled the breath from Kyoya's lips. Because unless he had a reason to help another, something that benefitted him, no he would not go out of his way to save a stranger. If they were weak or old or really young herbivores then maybe he would, but the stupid ones? The ones that thought themselves carnivores?

But if he said that… they would pull him from the class. He'd lose everyone he had finally gotten back, and the new 'friends' he had made would leave with them. Well, so much for the truth.

"Yes." he said after a moment. He had apparently paused for too long, however, because his lie was clearly caught by all that heard it. The Pro Hero sighed as he picked up Reborn's still unresponsive body and he started for the stairs. He paused, turned around, and came close to Kyoya, placing a strong, firm hand on the back of Kyoya's neck.

"Come on. I'm going to have to talk to the police about not pressing charges for the murder of that creature, and then we're going to have a very long talk, just you, me and the principal about your future."

"Can Re- uh, Aizawa-sensei be there?"

"If he's conscious, maybe."

As it turned out, All Might was someone from his past after all, as Kyoya's Cloud Flames jumped at the feeling of the intrusive Sky Flames that tried to unconsciously bombard his senses, likely an after affect of the man's Flames being in constant use in his past life. Honestly, Kyoya should have figured out far earlier that All Might was Sawada Iemitsu. Why else would his former Sky be so drawn to the Hero otherwise? His real father in his past life becomes his non-biological father-figure in his second?

There have been far too many coincidences for him not to have caught on earlier.

Charges were going to be pressed after all, despite All Might vouching for Kyoya, saying it was all in self-defence, and Kyoya sat, hand-cuffed in the back on the police cruiser staring out the window as the other students were being looked over for a moment by paramedics. Watching as they completely overlooked Hagakure, simply because she was invisible. Watching as they didn't insist on checking out Ojiro or Tokoyami, simply because they insisted that they were fine. (Hand motions were a hell of a tell.) Watching as the three of them limped away, all staring at the car he was trapped in.

Watching as the worry in their eyes turned to determination as they obviously plotted to get him out. Watching as Hagakure removed her gloves and boots, placed them in a way that made it look like she was standing near the boys, and stealthily made her way over to the car. Kyoya sighed deeply and rolled his head back against the head rest.

A small knock on the window had him turning back to the door, which slowly and silently started to open –

"Stop. Go back and wait with the others. I'm here of my own will. I'll be back soon."

The door paused.

"A-are you sure?" she whispered.

"What? You think a simple pair of handcuffs and a locked door can hold me? It's just quieter in here. Also, go get checked out – I know all three of you have some kind of injury."

"I-I'm not hurt! I'm just fine!"

"Then why are you limping?"

There was a moment of pause before she asked him quietly, "How did you know that? How do you always know?"

He knew because he remembered living with Chrome most of his life. He knew because she was, and frankly will be again, his Family. He knew because he was the one that always found her injuries when she came home from missions – well, if Tsuna hadn't found them first. His intuition was always sharper with the Mists than it was for the others – if only because they always hid things from him.

Kyoya knew Hagakure Toru, because he knew Chrome Dokuro. And Chrome Dokuro will always hide her injuries to keep everyone from being worried about her.

Not that he could say any of that.

"Just go. I will be alright." He said, staring at where her eyes should be (probably unnerving her with his own intensity) before he sighed and started making shooing motions with his hands – thankful that he had been allowed to wash them before the cuffs had been put on.

"Why are you in here anyway?" she questioned with a timid voice, and her tone told him paragraphs she wasn't saying aloud. He was sure that if he could see her, she would be telling him a novel's worth of information in her body language.

"You should know. I'm sure the other students that were there told you about what I did." He said as he narrowed his eyes and looked down at the others behind her. They were starting to get agitated with the fact that she hadn't brought him out – Tokoyami was physically holding Ojiro back, holding onto his arm, but what the other was saying was completely lost to him. He couldn't read beak like he could read lips. Yet.

"I just… I don't know if I want to believe them. They said that you – that you ki-killed-" she stopped herself mid sentence and Kyoya felt something well up deep in his chest. He wasn't sure what it was – it wasn't pity, but it felt similar. Tsuna would know what it was.

Midoriya's fear-filled eyes and battle-ready stance flashed in his minds eye, and Kyoya was suddenly forced to realize that he couldn't rely on his Sky for these kinds of things anymore. He wasn't sure who he could rely on for these kinds of things, now. Reborn was no help – the hitman was better at acting, but he had a worse time understanding other peoples' emotions than Kyoya. Though maybe Aizawa could help him?

Either way… it was time for her to go back to the others. Someone was coming up behind her, and the fury in those miss-matched eyes told Kyoya the young teen wasn't coming to just say 'hi'.

"How did you open the door?!" Todoroki all but yelled, pulling the attention of a couple different officers, teachers and students. Kyoya heard Hagakure squeak and he was out the door, pushing the girl behind him in a flat second before the other teen got to them. Hagakure had both hands on his back, bracing him. Kyoya lifted his hands in automatic surrender, showing his still intact handcuffs that he could easily (really, really easily) break out of.

He hated the gesture when it was aimed at him; it really just made him madder and more likely to attack, but he never thought he would give the gesture himself. However, Hagakure was trapped between him and the car, and if the herbivore attacked, she would most definitely get caught between them, and likely be hurt in the crossfire.

Rather than ask the teen to not attack, Kyoya glared, his eyes a complete contrast to his gesture of surrender.

"You know you'll never be a Hero, right? I'll make sure of it." the teen growled. In the farthest reaches of his mind, Kyoya thought it was cute. He looked and sounded like an angry puppy. Maybe an arctic wolf pup, but still a puppy.

"Oh? You, personally, will make sure I never become a Hero? That's quite a big task; are you sure you're up to it?" Kyoya goaded, speaking slowly and attempting to keep the other talking while he nudged Hagakure to leave the scene. He nudged her ribs a touch too hard, and apparently that was where she was injured because she breathed in a small, stuttered gasp and Kyoya turned his head to apologize.

He shouldn't have turned his attention away. The lapels of his jacket were tugged sharply and Kyoya was jerked forward and then back into the car, the base of his skull hitting the top of the car. He was bodily thrown in the back and he tucked his legs in to avoid the slam of the door he knew was coming –

Hagakure didn't have the same sense.

She screamed bloody murder as her hand got caught in the door.

Kyoya kicked the door panel clean off the car, uncaring of the fact that it hit the Angry puppy-herbivore, and he snapped the chain of his handcuffs in half as he launched himself out the door. The scream pulled many people into action as well, running up to the teens, some teachers pulling the car door off Todoroki and some trying to make a grab for an 'escaping' Kyoya.

Hagakure was still screaming in pain, and the teachers looked like they had no idea where she was, so Kyoya did the only thing he could think of. Kyoya once again, channelled his inner 'Tsuna'. He found her body relatively easy (she was really loud and so close, and the fact that she was already grabbing him with her good hand made it 10 times easier than it would have been otherwise) and lay his hands on her shoulders. He began shushing her as he cradled her head, lowering them both to the ground slowly.

"It-it hu-urts!" she hiccupped, thankfully no longer screaming. He felt the presence of two people standing directly behind him and looked over his shoulder. Ojiro looked concerned, bending down close, asking if he could help with just his eyes. Tokoyami was holding back the two students that looked like they had been just about to rip Kyoya away, and his shadow was coming back from grabbing a paramedics' bag – with the paramedic hanging on to the bag for a ride.

(It looked fun to Kyoya; it did not look like fun for the medic.)

"I got the medicine person!" the shadow crowed happily as he set the human on his feet next to Kyoya. He nodded at the man and the man (shakily) nodded back.

"Uhm… I am here?" he said, imitating All Might for a (failed) attempt at humor in the situation. Kyoya blinked slowly, attempting to stint the sudden urge to bite the man to death.

Hagakure was still half in hysterics, clutching his arm with her good hand like a vice. Kyoya could feel how unimpressed Ojiro and Tokoyami were behind him from the man's words. The man seemed to catch on pretty quick that there was a reason he was there that had nothing to do with jokes.

"Alright, from the fact that I can't see the girl crying, I assume I'm helping the invisible girl?"

"What on Earth gave you that idea?" Ojiro snapped sarcastically. Kyoya found that if not aimed at him, maybe he could like sarcasm. He fought down a smirk, because now was not the time, and instead moved to remove his jacket. Hagakure seemed to panic the moment Kyoya's hands left her shoulders and face, gripping his arm harder. She huffed a sob; Kyoya got the feeling it was in replace of asking him where he was going.

He removed his jacket and pulled it gently around her shoulders. "I need you to put your good arm through the sleeve, so the doctors' can tell which hand to be careful of." He said as he coaxed her into his coat. Everyone seemed to pause as they watched this 'killer' of a classmate/student help his friend in pain.

"Oh, ok." She sounded like she was still crying, but she complied all the same, sliding her arm through with Kyoya's help.

"Can you stand, or should I go get the stretcher?" the medic asked as he crouched next to her. Kyoya bristled with the proximity to his injured herbivore but forced himself to calm down. The man was here to help, not hurt.

She huffed another sob – or maybe an attempted laugh. "It's just my hand that's hurt; I can walk fine."

"Ah, then why are we on the ground?" To be fair, it was a valid question. Kyoya just thought that it wasn't one that needed to be asked; that there were more obvious questions he should be asking. Like 'where are you hurt?' or 'what happened?' or even just asking her name. But no, the moron asked them why they were sitting, like them being on the ground was far more pressing than the fact that his herbivore was injured, you bloody-

His thoughts spiraled into swears in foreign languages as he stared at the man.

"Hi-Himura-kun? Can you not try to kill the man with your glare?"

Kyoya settled on a pout as he helped Hagakure stand. Once they were all up again, he reached forward to do up the jacket Hagakure was swimming in, making sure it was over both shoulders and that her injured hand was tucked in front of her, and began to help her to the ambulance. An officer that was standing relatively close grabbed a hold onto his shoulder. Kyoya had to keep a strong hold on his snap reflex of biting the man to death.

"Himura, wait. I realise you want to go with your friend, but you can't right now." The officer said, but before anyone could protest (like Kyoya, wanting to correct that she wasn't his friend, she was his herbivore) All might and Kyoya's arresting officer stepped in.

"Actually, just let me get back my handcuffs, and you can go." The detective said as he stepped in close. Kyoya allowed the man, his hands raised as if he were still cuffed together.

"He… he can?" Kyoya wasn't sure who spoke, but it wasn't one of his herbivores, and it wasn't the icy duel-toned one either.

"The charges are being dropped." All Might boomed and jerked his head to the right when he had every one's attention. They all watched, shocked, as the giant thing Kyoya killed… walked out of the building.

"As it would turn out, it can regenerate its brain from the body, and the body from the brain. It just took longer." The pro Hero continued and watched with an increasing amount of worry as the young teen's eyes widened and seemed to sparkle with glee at the prospect of fighting the creature once again. He stepped into Kyoya's line of sight, blocking the teens' obvious bee line once his cuffs were off, and said a quiet 'no.'

Kyoya pouted but didn't fight it.

"Alright then. Off you go with your friend to… I guess Recovery Girl would be enough, right?" The detective said as he patted Kyoya's shoulder. The teen really didn't like being crowded like he was, and he just really, really wanted out of there, so he nodded without asking Hagakure where she wanted to go, grabbed the sleeves of his other two subordinates and dragged them with him over to the ambulance waiting to take them to the Veteran Hero. Hagakure was already dragged most of the way there, the paramedic wanting to get away from the scene so he could help her better.

"Himura." All Might called sternly. Kyoya froze halfway between stuffing Ojiro into the back of the ambulance and making a grab for Tokoyami, and turned back to the Hero.

"Come to the principal's office tomorrow after classes. No excuse."

"…yes sir."

Kyoya used the distraction the shock of his compliance caused to grab the half-bird hybrid and throw him into the back of the vehicle as well. He shut the doors and ignored their protest that they were fine as they drove off.

Well… Damn… Was not expecting Mukuro.

Or that gore.

Or Iemitsu.

Or… him being nice to Hagakure.

I think that summed up the chapter rather well, don't you?