Author's note : Hi people ! I hope the summer isn't too hot for you !
This is a special Chapter as Izuku doesn't appear in it and center around Compress and Tomura.
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As for the backlog, we are now at the beginning of the internship arc... Chapter 26.
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Chapter 14: The World's a stage and we must entertain it.
In the bar with no name, Tomura laid peacefully, a pad in his hands. His current aim? To kill time while Kurogiri brought a candidate Giran chose for him, as a congratulation. The USJ was a success. Sure, a lot of small fries got caught.
No one with too much information, because of something called preparations and making sure everyone knew only what he had to know. Giran found out who tried to rattle what they knew (fake leads) and now had a list of people who would, shortly, be free and in his papers as potential minions to recommend to bigger groups and syndicates.
The broker wanted to thank Tomura for his input and this plan and therefore promised him a top-notch lieutenant.
Which explained why Tomura almost dusted his controllers despite his gloves when he saw the candidate: It was a cartoonish female rabbit. Somehow, she looked as if her skin was drawn and was not real. Quiet smile, a little giggle, and a small frame.
"Giran? Kurogiri told nothing but good about you and honestly, the minions you provided were excellent. Therefore, you have 30 seconds to explain everything before I punch you in the face." Tomura warned the broker, knowing that sometimes, a minor threat was enough to make people talk.
Giran did not truly seem bothered and smiled.
"My dear Shigaraki… I present to you Loony Tunes. She is an excellent thief and a competent warrior. As her resume, I would simply say the media will be all over her and the fact she killed Thunderbolt."
Tomura was looking bored at first, until Giran said the last word, the last name.
"By Thunderbolt, you mean Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt? The #5?"
Thunderbolt, unofficial leader of the heroes closest to the HPSC. They also nicknamed him the fastest man alive, for good reasons: He was the only speedster with the reflexes that allowed him to fully use his speed.
He also had several skeletons in his closets and Villains knew him for playing with his targets, breaking as many bones as he could without killing… If something happened, well, he had enough friends to make it disappear, after all.
"I confirm. She killed him two hours ago, hence why nobody knows yet. She owes me for making some evidence pointing in her direction disappear, such as some witness who lost memories of what exactly happened." Tomura and Kurogiri could see why.
While most villains would reveal what happened, Loony seemed to be a thief, someone who prided in being discreet and under the radar. Being able to kill a Top Ten would put her in a difficult position. Quite easy to understand and Tomura appreciated that she was not an idiot.
"Yes, Loony doesn't want to fight too powerful people yet. Loony wants to kill Miruko to prove she is the strongest rabbit but later… When Loony will be even stronger."
Tomura scratched what he had just thought of her. She was clearly crazy, and he was not the sanest of the bunch. Internally, Kurogiri thought either Tomura would learn his pain of dealing with Tomura's crazy antics or destroy the toon. In both cases, it was a win for the black cloud who was humming with joy over the counter.
"And… How did she kill Thunderbolt, because, sorry, but she doesn't look really intimidating?" Kurogiri asked as he had doubts, too, as the loonie girl didn't seem like a power-house after all.
Giran smiled as he drank his glass of wine. Kurogiri, despite being a delightful fellow, did not have any whisky, sadly.
"Well, it is a funny story."
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"Quick, everyone, pass through the rabbit hole, go!"
Loony was standing still, her ears up in the air in case any threat was incoming into their position. They broke into an important jewelry store and they were taking all the money they could.
She had indeed created a rabbit hole in the hole next to her teammate with some paint and also made another mark on the ground with what was left. They only secured part of the loot when they saw the crazy girl tensed up. They knew the girl was crazy and a prankster, but she was nothing but serious when working.
"What is incoming, girl?"
"Something fast. I can barely track it!"
She was not the best tracker in the field, and the job defaulted to her because she was better than nothing.
And it was Thunderbolt, the fastest man alive.
It did not surprise her when she heard a loud crack and a gush of wind soon after.
"Oops. Note to self, apparently a simple punch at mach one breaks the chitin of an insect mutant. Did you know they were rare? Shit, I might get in trouble for killing an endangered species."
Thunderbolt had the biggest killing in action record, many hostage situations where he had to make a decision in the split of a second.
Loony inhaled, as Thunderbolt had clearly killed the other sentinel on the other end of the alley.
Of course, it was because the chief refused her idea to go to the next alley, a dead end, which would have been a child play to protect with her power. Oh well, no use crying for idiot dumbass, as her crew was doing the smart thing and leaving her behind. If she lived, she would get her share at the exact point or by contacting Giran, since he had a cut on her part.
"Well, if it is not the fastest man alive! I am a big fan, y'know?"
Loony said the truth with a smile, as she adored how he was doused in blood… Well, as much blood appeared on an already red suit. Thunderbolt smiled before he left the head of the humanoid mantis to fall onto the floor, watching his fan stepping back from him. Shame he was not into furry, he would have probably proposed to her to let her live in exchange for something otherwise…
Thunderbolt did not truly understand how he died, as it happened too fast.
One second he was sprinting just under mach 1 and the next he was falling in a hole before exiting in front of a building… And he could not stop since he was still having the momentum from the fall and his feets were not on the ground. No way to slow down, and Thunderbolt could only protect himself with his arms.
Astonishingly, he was still alive, even if he felt he was in a world of pain, when he heard a voice near him.
"Ah, the classy hole in the floor. It never failed me, but you know what they say, right? That's all, Folks!"
She smashed his head with a comically big hammer just after that, smiling before joining the hole her teammates were erasing.
"Hey, you fucker, don't you dare block my hole, otherwise I'm going to smash you! Also, I get the dead guy's share!"
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"And then she asked me for some help to erase everything. So, here is your own short range warper, with decent hand-to-hand skills and the basics about reconnaissance."
"Happy to meet ya, Boss! As long as I get to smash things, get money and potentially wasted, I will be happy to work for ya!"
Tomura nodded, before grabbing a drink and pouring it for her. She took it with her four fingers and smiled at her new chief.
"Loony, I promise you all of this. Welcome, as the first member of the League Of Villain!"
—
Meanwhile, in another location which was definitely not Gentle's basement, Mr Compress held his first team meeting for their first heist.
Behind him was a white screen and in front of him, La Brava, Gentle who was bringing tea for everyone and a smiling young woman in her early twenties, as ginger as possible.
"Hello, everyone! Today is the first meeting for the Levellers." Atsuhiro took the name as it meant they levelled the game for everyone, striking the powerful and the rich to help the poor and the weak. "From the left to the right. I am Mister Compress, master thief and your glorious leader. On my left…"
"I am La Brava. I won't do much on the field, but you can count on me with a computer."
Gentle nodded quietly before looking at the love of his life.
"Indeed, she even broke into U.A. record for a whole ten minutes. Nedzu has never found her." Gentle never missed an occasion to gush about her now official girlfriend since Atsuhiro yelled at them to either stop beating around the bush or spend ten minutes together in a marble.
He wisely chose to de-marble them one hour later instead, and he insisted on not knowing what happened.
"As for me, I am your humble host, Gentle Criminal, a former hero student."
Mr. Compress saw the look given by the ginger girl and nodded.
"They don't look much like that, but they actually took on Mizunaka and held their own very well."
"Well, in this case, I shall present myself: I am Sophie Deveraux and my speciality is fake identity, making fake papers and charming my target. Nice to meet you. As you might have doubted, it is a fake name."
"Sophie is someone who was part of various groups of vigilantes, be they retired, disbanded, or killed. She is quite the legend about the number of things she survived. Some Yakuzas thought they killed her and then three weeks later, they found her on a beach, drinking martinis with their money. Then, some heroes busted them thanks to a local tip." Mr. Compress explained as both amateurs clapped at this introduction.
"Therefore, we have now a complete team for our first heist: Stealing records from the HPSC. A source of mine got recent intel. They did shady things in the dark, big surprise, but gave us a name specifically. Endeavor, the #2."
La Brava and Gentle almost spitted their tea out, while Sophie seemed fine with the revelation and the idea. Apparently, the duo did not expect that joining Mr. Compress would involve such crazy things… Or rather, that fast.
"I can understand if some of you are getting cold feet, but honestly, from what I gathered, it might be dark. We need to help."
"My only question is, we are attacking the physical files, right? I thought they had a heavy security around them, between the guards, the system and everything they did not bother explaining to the public. I tried to go there and failed." Sophie had her own doubt, though she was highly more professional about this than the two on her right.
Mr. Compress nodded and hit the white screen with his cane.
"Indeed! However, we have something you did not have that time, Sophie. Someone who already infiltrated and got out of that place. Me."
The board changed, with various information appearing on it. Access points, ventilation, guards and some profiles were on display suddenly.
"Also, we have the perfect balanced team for this. A face, a hacker, a hitter and a thief/mastermind. Let it be our first show."
—
"Our target is on the twentieth floor. Too many people have a burrowing quirk nowadays. They use an A.I. system who learns of every attempt made against it. I cracked it once, alone. It was ten years ago… But I am sure they did not fully lock what I did."
Everyone was on a rooftop, drinking while looking at the HPSC.
"They recently lost Thunderbolt, which is making a big hole in their security. Sophie, you will enter the building with La Brava. You will attack the A.I.
Currently, they are making a big audit to make sure they can hide what happened, really. Probably something embarrassing."
Sophie nodded, with a smile, as she was covered on that side.
"I have some fake ID that might be useful. However, I will need to disguise La Brava quickly. How do you like blue hair, little lady?"
La Brava groaned…
"Oh, and don't worry. I am ready to die if it means saving a teammate."
"She is not kidding. She often takes crazy risks for her teammates."
It didn't reassure them a lot, but it was good enough to proceed.
"However, they will jam our communications with a quirk. Gentle is our emergency exit. Worst-case scenario, you are to use your full power on the building to bend it. It won't kill anyone, but it will give me the time to evacuate the girls if needed. However, your true purpose, Gentle… Will be to make me enter a building taller than 30 floors and with no one noticing it."
Gentle gulped.
—
"Gimei Ise, and this is my IT, Gejiu Inturi" Sophie showed to the guards at the entrance her governmental card, implying she was doing an audit for the sake of the JSDF.
After all, since the JSDF was, after the Ashen King, an honor guard, with heavy hitters and a quality equipment well above average, they were often at odds with the HPSC. Then, the army taking a chance to audit their enemy after losing their second best hero, was likely. In fact, they would worry more about the army not trying to send a team to discover things about them.
"Of course, everything to help our dear and respected army helps us!" The lady at the reception desk said with so much honey in her voice the trap was obvious, before she checked their ID of course.
La Brava was with blue hair now, covering her eyes and wearing a burner laptop she prepared for such an occasion. She hated the disguise and only managed to wear it because Gentle thought she was still cute in it.
While Sophie did her charm operations to the guards so they could have an isolated room for interrogations purposes, they brought the duo of girls and then assigned them an empty office, with little points of interest. However, all La Brava needed was a connection, and she had it.
"Fuck… An Gamaran VI as a defense system… It is heavy. Honestly, I cannot hack this with just a laptop. Not completely." The little girl said, with blue hair Sophie set as chignons. No one could recognize her because of that. However, she thrilled Sophie when she saw La Brava in action. The girl only had a laptop and was against an VI developed by various scientists on I-island.
She still hacked, with no one noticing, a few systems, like the heating on certain floors.
Suddenly, the 26th, the 27th and the 28th floor had their temperature set to 33C.
—
"You think she will be able to open us a way, Gentle?"
"Sir, with all due respect, La Brava is the brain between us. Yes, I often made our plan, but she is the one who irons the kinks. Even if there were difficulties, I know she would find a weakness in their system."
"It seemed so. I hope she does…"
They were on another roof, with a sniper, further than 300m. Gentle was in position and ready to shoot the marble Mr. Compress was in.
"How did you learn the art of sniping?"
"They refused me into the special units of the JSDF because I was too noticeable, not because of my skills." Gentle was awfully casual about what he said, while his boss was in a small marble, in his trusty rifle.
"… What."
"Hey, I needed a job, and the army seemed like a good idea. I did not mesh well with my hierarchy too and maybe I exposed a lieutenant for sexual harassment. Oh, a window is open. Godspeed, boss."
Gentle took a few seconds for his aim before he shot. Mr. Compress was still processing what was happening when his marble landed in a pot of flowers. Roses, pleasant choice.
It was less nice when he got out of the pot wet, a few minutes later.
Mr. Compress was now in the place, at the… 28th floor. So the one above where his target was. The master thief looked at a small plan he had as a memo. So two rooms on the left, one below. He was currently in an office, where the man who was working there left a few moments before. Hey, if someone opened the window, they were in the room. Of course, Mr. Compress had a timetable. He had to make sure they did not see him, or at the very least, after he did everything he came to do.
The thief kneeled, hand on the floor. Vibrations quickly told him everything he needed to know, that the room below was occupied, probably a meeting. If he was correct, the room next to his was not good either. Apparently, and the second reason the man before him in this office get out, was that someone was really busy with someone else in the other room… preparing someone's retirement party.
So, the HPSC was cutting some people off in case Thunderbolt had a few files on them, in case they cut their losses with him.
He should try to get them later this week.
Still, one thing after the other, trying to do too many things at once would accomplish nothing. However, the master chief had an idea, and he needed to tell La Brava.
So, he did, by trying to open the computer left on the desk.
—
La Brava, on the first floor, was doing what the HPSC expected of her : She was noisy, asked for a lot of water and complained about the quality of the network and how so many files were missing from the database.
As for Sophie, she had fun auditing members of the commission and asking about their "official" process, about how they made sure heroes were properly monitored. Why were there no agents there to help coordinate Thunderbolt's efforts with the police? The answer was probably because they could not bring the police in this case, as the jeweler was paying extra protection to the HPSC.
Watching them squirm was totally worth dating this lieutenant in the JSDF back in the day for her paper. Her fake identities were real. She had the picture on it changed, however, for this situation.
Sophie had a lot of them if needed for her infiltration and search.
When La Brava, who was sharing the same sensor as the Gamaran VI, detected a failed connection on the 28 floor with the ID "Imperial Golden Tea" she knew who that was. It was quickly followed by a second try, "Bio attack".
The little miss Hacker smiled, before she did as her boss asked, before letting herself and Sophie a few minutes to run away.
—
Mr. Compress hummed a bit while he waited. Soon enough…
"ALERT BLACK. ALERT BLACK. EVERYONE SHOULD LOCATE THEMSELVES ACCORDING TO THE PROCEDURE. A DECONTAMINATION TEAM HAS BEEN WARNED. EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE."
Soon enough, people moved with panic all around, while he stayed calm, as he knew there was no menace except the fake one La Brava created.
It also meant the VI used its resources to locate the origin of the virus. Mr. Compress, without a noise, marbled part of the wall to pass through like butter.
The second room after that was the room of the server, to Mr. Compress surprise, as he entered the cold room with a lot of things with a lot of light and electronics stuff way above his level, protected by over one password. Uh. So they switched their place, since the last time he came.
However, a quick check showed they also did their homework about when he erased Nedzu and the rat's family files. Also, La Brava laughed when he asked if a USB key would be enough to hack them, before noticing he was serious. She then slapped him, explaining to him she did not have that kind of thing ready in just one week.
She needed months to create things like that. If he wanted a hacking of quality, he needed to bring her with her own laptop of war that she made herself.
It was quite the problem that he could not steal everything right here and now:
Atsuhiro was not dumb and knew it would alert more hero than he could count. It was not worth the risk, since the HPSC IT, if they were smart, had put enough trackers in their machines that Atsuhiro needed to get out if he wanted to make a relative for Izuku with Inko.
However, he could right now steal their paper records just below.
Putting the wall back in place with extra care, he wanted the crime to be noticed, if possible, after he left the compound.
—
Mr. Compress was now on the 27th floor of a tower in a lockdown and a quarantine procedure was made to be sure no virus could get out of it. Various security teams were moving towards his floor to secure everyone, and if he did not have a badge, he would get shot without warning.
However, Mr. Compress was a master escapist and knew exactly where to hide to exit the stage, with no one knowing what happened.
—
"So you hid in a bubble tea. Within a smaller than usual marble."
"Yep."
"And you got drunk."
"Yep."
"And then you got flushed a few hours later"
"That's about right."
"So you once again came to take a shower at my apartment?"
"You can be one of the bridesmaids, Magne."
"You perfectly know how to bribe me."
—
A few hours later, in Gentle's basement.
"What do you mean we have nothing about Endeavor?"
"Well, except that apparently his therapist clearly made him channel his grief into his job, which is not a bad idea if done well, and it is not right there. I see nothing especially wrong. Except maybe the fact they had a file on Touya's, but apparently they did the investigation on his death."
La Brava was doing the work of a small team by separating various stakes of papers, all about various arrests or reports of investigations done for heroes. All clean.
"I mean, Touya Todoroki. Corpse found, and the identification done, thanks to his perfect teeth. Trace of Trigger in the bones, so he was probably using it for a while…"
Meanwhile, Sophie was looking for something on her own. It was her own condition for joining Compress' team. She was to be free to pursue a target of her own, something about finding someone specific who disappeared a long time ago. Right now, she was checking juvenile cases done during the last year. Harana, Marumi, Otoko, Himiko, Tanko, Himura… Names that brought nothing to her or to Compress' job.
"So we are useless on this front? Is Endeavor clean?"
"There is even a report showing their frustration Endeavor does not need them for a 'clean-up' since he has one of the best controls they have ever seen of his Quirk. Apparently, it is quite the problem since it may stop the program 'Imperial Fire'. No mention of what that is though ."
Atsuhiro sighed. It meant only one thing.
They had just stolen "public" records, already heavily edited. Records that showed little to no information that were useful. Compress had his doubts that it was what Nedzu needed. Well, the bit about the therapist being an incompetent bastard would, but honestly, that was not enough.
It was Gentle, who brought a new idea and tea on the table, like a dignified butler for the team, making sure they were properly nourished and had plenty of tea.
"How about checking Endeavor's own agency? I mean, I seriously doubt he did not investigate the death of his own son, even if it was forbidden."
—
Endeavor sighed. It had been two weeks since his discussion with Nedzu. He switched therapists, as his rat father recommended. Endeavor learned they had badly advised him on how to deal with his son's death, to his great surprise. He honestly thought his decision about spending his sadness and anger on his work was the correct solution.
The same with how he treated his family, trying to switch their regret to ambition, no matter the cost and the price. In hindsight, Endeavor had been an idiot of the highest order. When he came home, something he hated more and more, the silence only greeted him. Not even his daughter's meek salutations were there. Nothing but him and the weight of his mistake.
As a result, he decided to live in his agency.
Oh, sure, for the media, he acted like he went home, but in reality, he used a backdoor to get inside quietly, no one seeing him. The only people in the known were his sidekicks and all of them knew it was actually for the better. Like this, Endeavor had something to do instead of just thinking of the past.
His nightmares were enough to haunt him, especially now Burnin burned every bottle in the office.
So, now, Endeavor was now spending his evenings working on cases, connecting dots and various cases to help the police and planning more intervention where they needed him, while he was eating some noodles, his hand quietly cooking them. One of the few uses of a fire quirk after all.
He did not expect Mr. Compress to appear in his office, after various noises in his ventilation system. Endeavor thought a bit about the situation and quickly understood the most likely scenario: the thief compressed himself as a marble and went through his ventilation. That was an interesting use of his power and explained a lot of his heists and infiltrations.
Endeavor cracked his knuckles, before he saw Compress not stealing anything but going through his files quietly. Fat chances, his important ones were in his personal desk. The #2 had a smile, as well as an idea.
Mr. Compress, meanwhile, was searching for the letter "T" for either Touya or Todoroki. Nothing.
That was frustrating, when in one day you managed every infiltration you did, but bore no results. Of course, no files in the main office, but he wanted to be effective in his work. The magician had to check Enji's office if he wanted to finish everything he had to do today. He missed his home and his family's warmth.
After picking the lock of the door with the effectiveness of a master thief, Compress entered the room humming and began to search it. Was Enji brainwashed and he did not check the death of his own son? If something happened to Izuku or Inko, Compress was pretty sure he would destroy the city in a week in the search of the responsible.
"Now, can the thief explain to me what he is doing in my office with… With…"
Mr. Compress sweated bullets as he felt something hot in his back and Endeavor took the files the thief consulted a few times just before. Touya's death report.
Endeavor inhaled before exhaling a small flame.
"What. Are. You. Doing… WITH THIS."
Intense but calm, Compress knew he better not press his luck with Endeavor. He was the #2 and the few times they fought, Compress had the edge because he attacked first or from afar. Endeavor, in his back, finger already against him? Nope, it was not a fight he will take.
"I am currently investigating every hero who has a strong link with the HPSC. Since the file seemed too clean, I wanted to compare it with your note."
Endeavor felt it was not everything but accepted for now, while he took the file. Touya. His… His first-born. Not one day went by without him remembering his son, too driven for his good. Too driven because of him.
"I… Have not even read the file."
Compress felt a bit of compassion for the man in front of him. He had, thanks to Izuku, an idea of what had happened to the man recently.
"Sorry. It is just… You know. They identified him very well and analyzed the body effectively for a charred corpse."
"They have some talented investigators, you know? And a lot of forensics with quirks really adapted for the job, like Chu, who can see the last memories of the dead by eating part of them."
Still, Enji went by the files, quietly, with a lot of sadness and a bit of curiosity. Suddenly something caught his eye.
"AIE ! FUCK!"
"Compress. Where. Did. You. Get. This."
"You burned me!"
"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?"
This time, Endeavor had lost every control he had of his temper, flames blazing through his face, as he pulled Compress toward him. Even with his mask, Atsuhiro could feel the heat and the desperation in the face of Endeavor. It was terrifying to see him mad with anger, the fire dancing with anger in his eyes.
"I stole them this afternoon! In the HPSC headquarter!"
Endeavor released him before grabbing his phone, calling a number.
"Nedzu? If you need someone to fire a Prominence Burst at the HPSC HEADQUARTER, I WILL FUCKING DO IT."
Compress thought Endeavor's phone was probably fire resistant, as his flame was verging on the blue.
"Euh… I guess something is wrong, but what happened?"
"… The morning Touya died, we… We had a fight." Endeavor was trying to regain his composure, as he put the phone on the desk. "He broke my nose. I punched two molars out of him."
Mr. Compress understood immediately. Oh. Oh fuck.
"Oh. Euh… When I was there, I took a few files, too. One of them mentioned something about an Imperial Fire they wanted you to be. Does that mean any…"
The window, supposed to take even Nagant's bullet with ease, melted soon after that.
Compress was now scared shitless and was happy he brought his brown pants.
"Compress? Now… You will work with me." Endeavor said, now with the blue flame of anger on his face, about to begin his personal crusade.
Atsuhiro was not sure what to think about that, so he put a smile behind his mask.
"With pleasure, my dear Enji!"
"Don't push it."
——
Saturday Morning.
The crisis reunion had been intense, thought Midnight as she relaxed finally in the teacher's room. She was not alone, as Shota and Hizashi were with her.
"So… We got attacked by someone we do not know, with apparently correct skill in strategy, according to Nedzu's standard, and who has some growth potential."
"Yep."
"And All-Might think his old nemesis did artificially this black thing he beat?"
"You got that right, girl." Hizashi confirmed, too destroyed to joke about it.
They all avoided speaking about the actual issue. The bombs All-Might dropped.
—
"My quirk is the only thing that can end All for One and it is waning. I need to transfer it, but after doing the test with a potential successor… Sir Nighteye and I discovered I cannot transfer it. The thing… Just did not connect."
Everyone looked at Yagi, horrified.
"It was both a blessing and a curse in retrospect. Blessing, because thanks to that I could actually join in time the USJ." Yagi continued to explain to everyone's horror. "My guess is the quirk mutated weirdly, since I was quirkless. Maybe I cannot pass it on someone quirkless too, and it is still my only option left, but honestly, the only quirkless with the right body-build I know is Knuckle Duster, and he is too old."
"How about, I don't know… Artificial organs? I mean, David Shield and all that…" Hizashi tried to give some ideas.
"Oh, we tried. One for All busts them out when I buff up."
"So…"
"We are on a time-limit to find where the hell is All for One, who is probably in a state worse than me. Also, we need to identify this young Boss before he grows under All for One tutelage. Who knows what kind of insane mind he has?"
——
"Izuku, I swear to god, if you use once again EraserHead…"
"All-Might Argent Era with a David Shield as a support."
"… I fucking hate you sometimes."
——
"And why did you think he was dead if you didn't find his body?!"
"Well, usually, people are dead when they are missing the upper half of their head." Yagi deadpanned, as he was not incompetent and remembered clearly the brain parts on his fist.
"So… I guess we are mobilizing our resources on that?"
"Aizawa, if we do not find him quickly, this thing is going to end very badly for everyone."
"And why is Nedzu at his tenth cup of tea?"
"He discovered the HPSC might have faked his grandson's death and what seemed like incompetence who fucked up Endeavor's mind was maybe not incompetence but an actual plan. So… When All for One is gone…" Yagi tried to explain the situation, but Nedzu cut, with a terrifying cackle that ended everyone's idea it would end well. Nedzu was extremely protective of anyone he thought of as a family.
"Oh fuck."
——
"Suddenly, I think teaching is honestly easier than the hero's work."
"Aye.".