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Thinking
Whispering
"It's been an hour. Where is she?" Shōta asks impatiently, leaning against his chair with his eyes closed. The other teachers glance over at the slightly irritated Nezu.
"Lady Fujita is hardly ever on time to meetings involving anything or anyone except herself and her business," A tall 18 year old with short, dark brown hair, fair skin, and black eyes says while he messes with an iron ball he created.
"Unlike your lazy ass, I have business to take care of everyday," A cold voice speaks up as the door opens. A woman in her late thirties with long black hair, cold black eyes, and fair skin walks into the meeting room. Three men in dress shirts and slacks walk in after her, their tattooed necks and arms revealed to the world.
"I can still see why Auntie Whisper hasn't placed you as the inheritor of the Ravette name. You're too villainous," Yaoyorozu Ringo says with a cold smirk. Lady Diana Fujita scoffs quietly, eyes becoming colder.
"If I was Hiromasa-sama, I would choose Momo-san as the heir instead of you as well, I mean who wants a failure of a grandson to be the heir of a billion dollar corporation?" Diana answers back, making Ringo chuckle.
"It's good to finally meet you, Lady Fujita. My name is Nezu," The animal principal cuts into the tension, making Diana hum in disinterest.
"Yes. Likewise," The woman says blandly, taking out her phone and typing on it.
"Despite Winter being a complete waste of space, she unfortunately has a conscious, so I know she picked the best candidate. I can see that it's, unfortunately, this failure at life," Diana says, focusing on her phone. "I take it, he's passed his psych evaluation."
"...yes. Will that be a problem, Lady Fujita?" Nezu says slowly. Diana scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"Not really. I was surprised when Whisper demanded Winter having a bodyguard after the most recent assassination attempt. Honestly, I don't see how Winter could be beneficial to anyone or anything while she's alive," Diana mutters the last part to herself, making her three bodyguards laugh.
"I'm surprised you even agreed to me being Winter-chan's bodyguard. You do realize that means you'll be seeing me on a weekly basis, right?" Ringo says, tossing his ball up in the air and catching.
"Oh, I only agreed because you know full well what's at stake if you fail to protect my daughter, no matter how much of a waste of space she is. She's still has some value to me," Diana says, finally looking up from her phone. She hums with a small, cold smile when Ringo freezes and puts her phone up.
"I want Winter's school results on every assignment, project, and test to be emailed to me. I want to be first one contacted if something happens. Willow will observe you once a month to make sure you aren't slacking on your job, Ringo. I made sure she knew to give you a small incentive if she does catch you slacking off," Diana says calmly while she turns around and starts to walk out of the room.
"I hope you learned your lesson from the previous time," Diana adds loudly from the hallway before the last bodyguard closes the door.
Ringo scoffs and tosses the ball into the air again.
"Always bitchier than the previous times I meet her," Ringo mutters in irritation, standing up when he catches the iron ball.
"I look forward to working with you Aizawa-san. And everyone else as well," The brunette says with a kind smile before he gives a small bow and walks out of the room.
"Interesting!" Nezu says cheerfully, taking a sip of his tea.
"Bye Momo-chan! Tell Ringo-kun I said hello!" Winter says from the open window. Momo smiles and waves goodbye before walking into her mansion. Winter smiles softly and rolls up the window, turning to give the last person inside the limousine her attention. Shōto sits completely still, except for the small twitches in his hands.
"You would look beautiful if black," Winter speaks her thoughts before she could stop them. She ducks her head and fidgets with the edge of her skirt.
"What?" Shōto asks, making Winter giggle nervously.
"I-I'm talking about what colors you would be beautiful in. Black would be wonderful," Winter explains shyly. "Blues and white accents would be just as beautiful too."
"You would do well in a preppy fashion style," The white haired teenager adds with a small smile. Shōto nods his head, lips twitching.
"Shōto-san would do well in an understated rocker style too..." Winter thinks with a small head tilt.
"Mistress Winter, we're here," Iehisa says, stopping in front of a large traditional Japanese home. Winter smiles softly and opens the door, stepping out. Shōto follows after, closing the door.
An extremely tall and muscular man with bright red hair, turquoise eyes, and tan skin stood outside the front door, arms crossed and eyes cold. Winter lightly grabs Shōto's arm and takes the lead towards the man.
"Shōto, you're out past curfew," The man says with no emotion, his fire beard burning a bit brighter. Winter gives the man a calm smile and lets go of Shōto's arm.
"I apologize, it was my fault. He stayed at my home for dinner with my friends," Winter explains, giving a small bow. "We both just found out today we were cousins by marriage. My uncle married your wife's older brother almost five years ago. I wanted to get to know Shōto-kun."
"You are?" The man asks rudely, making Winter sharpen her smile.
"Ravette Winter. I sincerely apologize for keeping Shōto-kun for so long, Enji-oji," Winter says with another small bow. Enji stares down at the white haired girl with cold eyes before turning around and walking into the house.
"Come, Shōto. You need to train," Enji says, making Shōto tense up the slightest bit.
"See you at school tomorrow, Shōto-kun," Winter says, grabbing the small bag she took with her and giving it to the dual haired teenager.
"You can keep it," Winter says quietly before giving him a hug. Shōto freezes, making Winter giggle before she breaks the hug and walks back to the limousine.
Shōto stays frozen at his front door, gripping the bag tightly. His left side starts smoking as he stares down at the bag with wide eyes. He slowly opens the bag and smiles the tiniest smile.
"Shōto-kun and his siblings,
All the photos of the wedding and reception are digitalized, so you can keep the album. I can make a new one. It was truly a beautiful wedding. If you need any help, or you want to contact Atsushi-oji and Will-oji, just text me with this number. I hope we can all get to know each other.
Sincerely,
Your cousin, Ravette Winter"
A man trudges through the abandoned streets with his eyes closed. He puffs out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette, listening in on the footsteps following him. He stops in the middle of a flickering streetlight, dropping his cigarette and smashing it with his foot.
"It's true. Winter Ravette is living in Japan to continue her education, completely healed," The man says, his voice hoarse and teeth yellow. The footsteps stop just behind the man. He doesn't turn around.
"There's talk of a League of Villains being created in Japan. I sent a few of my best to work with them. There is still time," The man adds, the streetlight flickering even more. The footsteps continue before stopping inches from the man.
"There's rumors of All Might becoming a teacher at UA as well. I'm leaving War in charge while I fly to Japan to work closer with this League of Villains in a few days."The footsteps start receding, something light hitting the concrete with a thud.
The man doesn't turn around until he can't hear the footsteps anymore. He keeps his eyes on the ground as he turns, inspection the wood cube that hit the ground. On the top, it showed "OKAY" burned into the wood. The man sighs in relief and picks up the cube, putting it in his pocket. He turns back around and continues trudging through the empty streets, taking out another cigarette and lighting it with an old lighter from his pocket. He takes out his phone and hits speed dial.
"War." A deep female voice answers almost immediately, the sound of gunshots in the background.
"You're in charge. I'm heading to Japan in a few days to help this League of Villains. I need information on every hero school in Japan,"The man orders, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Yes, sir. Does Famine know you're coming to Japan?"
"I'll inform him on the plane. Stay alert," The man says, noticing a drunk man stumbling out of an alleyway.
"Of course, sir."
The man hangs up and pockets his phone. He walks up to the drunk man, grabbing his shoulder.
"Hey! Wash it!" The drunk slurs loudly, aiming a sloppy punch at the man's head. He grabs it easily and twists it before grabbing the drunk man by the back of his neck. He kisses the drunk man and breathes out a sickly yellow smoke from his lungs. The drunk is forced to breathe it in for a few seconds before the man let's him go. He coughs loudly, trying to get the smoke out of his lungs. Blood starts splattering on the ground from his coughing and he collapses to the ground, gripping his throat.
The smoking man takes another drag from his cigarette as he walks off, leaving the drunk.
Hey! I hope you've all enjoyed the new chapter! I'm sorry for not updating any sooner! I had a small bout of writer's block. Hope you guys enjoy the story so far! Bai!
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