"Hey! So we thought you hurt some of them on accident, y'know?" Nejire chirped, walking side-by-side with her two best friends, Mirio and Tamaki as they trundled towards the first year dorms with notes in hand, following their introduction to class 1-A earlier that day. She had volunteered them to deliver the notes when she had heard that one of her dance pupils was out sick that day. "But no one was injured, so I think you did a good job! Way to go, Mir~io! A+!"
"It was pretty close though a few times and they saw me naked" Mirio replied bashfully.
"Yeah, but did anyone surprise you? I wanna know! C'me on! Spill!"
"Well, I mostly defeat people using the element of surprise—it's my basic strategy in a nutshell, but that problem child analysed my first round of moves and then predicted what I'd do. I bet Sir would love to meet him!" Nejire just shared a smile with Tamaki at the way their friend's glittering eyes matched his beaming smile and walked on.
Upon arriving at 1-A's dormitory building, the trio were faced with an odd scene that made them pause in the entryway. Standing in the middle of the living room was Hagakure dressed a large hoodie that dwarfed her small form and looked to be cut straight from some kid of tribal-patterned rug or curtain and a sunshine yellow face mask. Beneath that lay of a matching pair of yellow flannel pyjama pants that tapered at her ankles and were stuffed into a pair of hiking boots. Opposite her stood a rather irate Bakugou in his school tracksuit pants and graphic tee inscribed with a comic book BOOM! with bandana over his head and slippers on his feet.
Neither of the teens had noticed their arrival, so stuck in their bickering as they were. "…Ugh!" Hagakure threw her hands up in the air (whatever she was sick with, appeared to be causing her Quirk to activate as all present could see a faint outline of her body painted in glimmering violet) as she turned to swipe her keys from the counter. "I'm not doing this again!"
"You're not going out!" Bakugou reiterated, clearly trying to keep his temper in check because his classmate was sick. Something that was uncharacteristically sweet of him from what she had heard, anyway. "You're still sick and you can't go out alone!"
"Then, by all means, come along!" Hagakure fired back tauntingly, "But I'm going with or without you!"
"You—!"
"—Hel~lo!" Nejire chirped, sensing that this could go on for quite a while if it hadn't already.
"Senpai?" Hagakure snapped towards the trio at the interjection and tilted her head in question. From this angle, Nejire could easily see a pair of violet eyes staring back at her over top of the yellow face mask. "What are you doing here?"
"We've got your notes" Mirio gestured with the stack of papers in his hand as way of reply, "With specific instructions not to let Bakugou see"
"Haha!" Hagakure stuck her tongue out at Bakugou over her shoulder who bristled at the taunt, before she turned back around and took the notes from the blonde. "Thanks"
"So…" Nejire sang, skipping over to the two teens as Hagakure quickly flipped through the notes, her eyes scanning over the words with interest. "What's this about leaving?"
"I just need to pick up a couple of things from my apartment before the next tenants move in" Hagakure replied absently.
"Which you're not doing!" Bakugou interjected.
"I told you it's the last day I can do this or it all gets scrapped!" She fired back, tucking the neatly printed notes (courtesy of Yaoyorozu) beneath one of the potted lucky bamboo plants curling up towards the ceiling.
"So you're not really sick?" Nejire puzzled.
"No, I am…I think? I passed out in English" Hagakure shrugged, before rushing to amend herself at the concerned looks she received. "But I'm fine now! I swear! Recovery Girl thinks I just hadn't finished uh, digesting Aoyama's laser from the exam"
"Then you shouldn't have absorbed it then, should you?" Bakugou sneered smugly as he eyed up the partially hidden notes with envious eyes.
"I'll absorb you in a minute!" Hagakure retorted, spinning to face the explosive blonde and shoving a finger in his face. Across from Mirio, Tamaki snorted into his collar as he watched the two teens interact in the much the same way that Mirio and Nejire often did.
"Digest? Absorb? Wha—?" Nejire puzzled over the words as Mirio and Tamaki both studied the teens in their own way.
"I photosynthesise" Hagakure replied, turning back to the third years. "Kind of…I think, um…it's hard to explain. Anyway, the most concentrated thing I've ever done was a spotlight and that was at the hospital after the whole League of Villains, kidnapping thing, so…"
At the flippant mention of their kidnapping, Bakugou turned away with eyes narrowed at the floor and hands clenched into tight fists as he was reminded of the incident. In turn, Hagakure seemed to take the incident in stride; almost as if the kidnapping and subsequent implosion of her Quirk was just another school day. It was clear that of the two of them, Hagakure had moved on whereas Bakugou remained stuck on it; at least from what the lavender-haired girl could see. "…Still think you shouldn't go" Bakugou muttered angrily under his breath.
"Well, I'm going, so shut up" Hagakure fired back just as chipper.
"Wish you'd shut up"
"I will when you do"
"You're doi~ng it again"
"Then stop talking! Oh my God!" Hagakure spun wide-eyed and irritated to the explosive blonde behind her. Her gloved hands came together in a choking motion, gesturing towards the blonde as she tried to properly articulate her ire.
Nejire still wasn't quite sure how the invisible first year had managed to talk (or lack thereof) them all into escorting her back to her apartment, even as she watched said girl slump into one of the only spare train seats with her legs swinging clear above the ground. One minute they had been standing in the doorway of 1-A's dorm building and the next they were being bundled onto the train by an impatient teen in her pyjamas.
"This is the way to the Yoshiwara market isn't it?" Bakugou perked up, turning to his peer as one of the neon street signs flashed them by.
"Hm?" Hagakure hummed as if asking how he knew.
"I can read" The blonde deadpanned.
"Really? Since when?" Hagakure fired back, full of sass. Honestly, if Nejire didn't know any better, she'd say the pair were siblings or cousins at least, from the way they interacted. Of course a shared kidnapping experience plus who-knows-what-else at the hands of the infamous League of Villains would likely bring anyone together—an odd thing to bond over, but not implausible.
Trailing after yellow-clad legs, Nejire couldn't help it as her head swivelled this way and that, taking in the sights and sounds of the Yoshiwara district as they disembarked from the train. Sure, she had heard things here and there about the district—whispers about the scantily-clad women who toted men on leashes after them like dogs and criminals who lined the streets with snake-like eyes that watched them from the leering shadows. She tightened her grip on Tamaki's sleeve as the hairs on the back of her neck prickled, raising as she felt eyes on her. At some point the third years had become separated from the first years—something which set Nejire's nerves on edge—but Mirio swore up and down that he could see them further up the street, hidden amongst the crowds of people.
"He~ey pretty la~dy" The slurred voice and sudden hand on her shoulder pulled Nejire from her thoughts as she came face-to-face with the most drunken man she'd ever met—and it was barely even lunchtime! Tousled red locks lay across equally red cheeks, lecherously slanted eyes trailed over her school uniform with a hunger she didn't like, a forked blue tongue poked out to wet cracked lips and his shirt lay rumpled & unbuttoned revealing more of him than she'd ever wanted to see. "Why don't you ditch these school~boys and come—hic—come home with—hic—a real—hic—a real man?"
Shuffling away from the stranger, Nejire backed into Tamaki whose hands immediately wrapped around her and a warning rumble sounded in his chest like a cat guarding its territory. It was comforting despite the situation.
"Hey, why don't you just back up a bit, okay buddy?" Mirio suggested lightly; although it sounded less like a request and more like an order, especially as the blonde placed a hand on the man's chest and pushed him away.
"Why don't you—hic—run along home, lil' boy? Since you—hic— you clearly can't afford such a nice piece of ass!" Nejire jolted at the hand slapped against her butt as she unabashedly melted into Tamaki's protective hold, cowering away from the strange drunken man as a bristling Mirio stood between them.
"Okay, you need to back off" Mirio reiterated, his lighthearted tone long gone. From Tamaki's hold, Nejire watched as those who lined the streets resolutely turned away from the scene, almost as if they were trying not to look—as if ignoring them would make the situation disappear. Nejire's vision tunnelled as she fearfully watched the drunk grow more and more agitated with their refusals, especially as he gestured wildly with the sake bottle in his hand. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that even without the use of his Quirk, Mirio (and in turn Nejire & Tamaki) could easily handle the drunken man, but with fear coursing through her that logic was clean gone out the window. This was nothing like fighting villains!
"Listen 'ere you—!"
"—She's not for sale" Hagakure intervened, suddenly appearing at the edges of her tunnelled vision as the teen placed herself between Mirio and the angered drunk. Nejire felt more than saw Bakugou at her left as he hovered over his classmate with a scowl like he was trying not to show how concerned he was.
"Lil' things like—hic—like you are always fun—hic—aren't they?" The drunk hiccuped as he turned to the first year with hungry eyes "I could do—hic—do you together. How 'bout that?"
"We're not for sale" Hagakure reiterated as the boys bristled, Nejire tensed and the rest of the public lining the street resolutely turned away from the scene as if they'd seen this too many times before.
"Awe, c'mon—!" His hand rose to caress her violet-lined cheek.
"HEY!" Bakugou slapped the man's hand away before it could reach her. "SHE SAID PISS OFF!"
"Listen here you lil' shit—!"
"Wanna try that again?" Hagakure interjected, her tone flat and cold as she plucked something from the depths of her hoodie and showed it to the man where it now sat snugly between her index and forefinger.
Hazy eyes locked onto the shiny item in between her fingers and the man suddenly paled, turning almost grey as he suddenly backpedalled away from the school children as if his life depended on it.
"Y-Y-Y-YAKUZA!" The drunk bellowed causing the few still watching the scene to turn away with tense shoulders. It seemed that the Yakuza had more pull here than Nejire had first heard and it scared her.
"Seriously!" Hagakure muttered to herself as she pocketed the item once more and turned back to the others, now far more wary than she had been facing down a drunken man. She looked to be fighting the urge to hunch into herself, pulling her shoulders up around her ears. A fight she was surely losing.
"What was that?" Bakugou demanded, pulling the question from Nejire's own tongue.
"It's nothing…" Hagakure brushed off, "Just something I nicked off of some guy—it's come in handy a couple of times"
"And the drunk?" Mirio pursued, his expression pensive as he tried to figure out the puzzle that was Hagakure Toru.
"Well, what did you expect? This is the Yoshiwara district and Senpai's not exactly ugly" Hagakure shrugged off the incident, hands in her pockets as if it was a completely natural occurrence—and it might've been considering where they were. "You can go back to school if you want, I don't mind"
"Yeah right" Bakugou scoffed as he wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her forward as if that would keep her safe. "Who knows what other shit you'd get into? Besides Sensei would have my head"
"If he doesn't already" Hagakure smiled, moving to slip her hand into his calloused one and began to lead the way.
It sickened Nejire that the first year was used to this sort of thing. How many times has this happened to her? Or worse? Nejire despaired watching as the invisible teen towed her classmate after her, as he'd scoffed at the idea of leaving her there before blowing up into a spectacularly long lecture about why she shouldn't have come in the first place. Throughly shaken, the third years trailed after them, continuing on marching towards their destination but this time far more wary than when they had first begun.
The apartment complex was nothing like what Nejire had pictured; she'd imagined sky-high buildings that housed many people crammed together in the one building like sardines. One with cracked and barred windows, doors falling off their hinges and devious eyes watching their every move. Instead what she found was a small gated compound that barely rose three storeys and was encompassed by several patches of shrubbery littered here and there. But what had currently captivated her attention was something far beyond she could have ever imagined. Standing beneath the arching entryway, Nejire felt like her stomach had dropped to her feet as her gaze roved over the things—bodies—hanging from the balconies like decorations at some macabre festival.
"What…the hell…?" Bakugou breathed, his fists clenched tightly at his sides and his eyes remained locked on the person hanging above the entryway in which only Hagakure stood as she tried to jiggle the gate shut. Trickles of blood dripped onto the ground below, forming a small puddle at the feet and yet no one moved to take him down. It was clear the man (only notable by the exposed lower half) had been dead for some time.
"Hm?" Hagakure languidly blinked up at the body suspended above them whilst droplets of blood dribbled down her cheek as she moved over to the others clustered together, looking rather ashen-faced. Glancing back down at her gloved fingers, she mentally calculated something on her flickering fingers.
Nejire could almost see the pout of her lips as she puzzled through the rather harrowing situation. "Oh, I guess it's that time of year again" Hagakure shrugged before shuffling out from under the archway, only getting so far before Mirio snatched her back.
"Time of year?" Mirio reiterated, his face unusually serious and grey.
"It's hunting season" Hagakure shrugged again, hands shoved into her pockets as she turned to face the older boy.
"Which means…?"
"A lot of district is 'kuza territory" Hagakure shrugged noncommittally, "So they use certain spots as recruitment and training areas—bit like UA, but for crime, y'know? You're fine s'long as you learn who not to piss off—usually. Probably. Maybe, um…"
"You're part of the Yakzua?!" Bakugou suddenly hissed angrily, eyes snapping away from the horrid scene above them.
"Just like Todoroki" Hagakure huffed under her breath. "Obviously not! This is just a 'Kuza compound! The hell is wrong with you?" She rolled her eyes so hard that Nejire was almost fearful that they were going to fall out of her head. "Sides this is just one of the compounds under the Aizukotetsu-Kai syndaicate; I hear that the ones under the Inagawa-Kai syndicate a way worse"
"…How—how much worse?" Tamaki asked hesitantly as if he didn't want to know the answer, nor sure as to why he had asked in the first place.
"…You wanna sleep tonight?" Hagakure paused a moment before asking.
When she didn't receive an answer, the invisible teen turned on her heel with a deep sigh and began to make her way across the courtyard to a flight of steps tucked in next to a broken elevator with its wonky sign hanging on by a thread. Not wanting to remain trapped beneath the dead man any longer, the lavender-haired girl rushed forward, exchanging Mirio's arm for the fearless first year's who barely jolted at the sudden limpet on her arm. The boys were not far behind.
Six flights of stairs later, the group found themselves wandering down the jaundice-coloured hallways of the third floor with the first years just barely avoiding the thick fog of smoke and perfume that seemed to perpetually clog the halls. "Hey Uma" Hagakure nodded to a sensually dressed woman who toted a man behind her by his tie, the carnal look in his eyes reminding Nejire of the drunk man in the street. "New dog?"
"When he bites, I have to kick 'im" Uma grinned with one hand resting on the leather whip at her hip, tugging the man across the threshold of one apartment as the door slammed shut behind them, locking the erotic moans and groans inside.
"Don't worry" Hagakure commented over her shoulder as she turned to jiggle her key in the lock of another door a little further down. "She won't flay ya, not for free anyway"
"Flay…?" Tamaki murmured as Hagakure was finally able to get the door open, revealing a modest apartment inside.
A few pieces of furniture lay overturned and broken as if a fight had erupted there recently, a dark stain of…something had sunk into the just hoped it wasn't more blood, she wasn't sure if she could stomach any more of…that. Finally, a frayed rope hung from the doorway that presumably led to the bedrooms where it had been interwoven with a spider's web. "Uh, make yourself comfortable, I guess" Hagakure shrugged as she dropped her keys on the kitchen counter and plucked a steak knife from the kitchen as she fiddled with the radio on the counter, turning up the volume so as to block out the noises from the neighbours on either side. Moving on quiet feet, the invisible teen easily made her way to what Nejire assumed was her bedroom, to begin packing the last of her things away—although she wasn't quite sure what the knife was for. "This shouldn't take too long"
"She actually lived here?" Tamaki murmured as his fingers ran over the dusty mantelpiece. "How could anyone live here?"
"I dunno…" Nejire replied as she watched Bakugou snoop through the multitude of kawaii sticky notes stuck to the fridge, (many of the reminding Hagakure that if some of her things weren't there, then her brother likely had them); doing his best to remain inconspicuous to the third years even as he eavesdropped. Subtlety was not his strong suit.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Hello?" Nejire turned to answer the door (which had remained open behind them) sometime later, eager to pull herself from her thoughts as both of her best friends hovered nearby. It was a young boy who answered—somewhere about ten to twelve years old with floppy blonde hair and more freckles than stars in the sky—and Nejire felt the world fall out from beneath her feet.
"Who're you?" The boy scrunched up his nose and clutched tighter to the shoddily-wrapped present in his hands as he took in the quartet before him.
"We're friends of Hagakure" Mirio replied shifting slightly as he tried to appear friendly under inquisitive red eyes, "We're just helping her move"
"Then where's Toru? And why aren't you doing anything?"
"Hey! You're the brat from the market!" Bakugou suddenly pointed rudely as he leant over the kitchen counter, taking in the blonde boy before them.
"Haha!" The kid brightened as he mirrored Bakugou's gesture, "You spent an hour trying to get a finger trap off of your friend!"
ACHOO!
"Oh, there she is!" The boy skipped over to the hallway, easily following after the sneeze like a bloodhound even as angered shouts arose from outside. Nejire was almost tempted to go and see what it was, but after their 'welcome' to Yoshiwara and the introduction to the compound, she was less than thrilled about what she would find. Shivering at the thought, she wrapped her arms around herself and moved to see what Hagakure was up to as dark thoughts swirled in her brain. God! If she had felt sickened by the thoughts that Hagakure had lived here, then it was nothing compared to learning that there were actual children still living here. Shifting in the doorway that led to the first year's box-littered bedroom, Nejire stood conspicuously in the doorway and just watched the two.
"Hoshi?" Hagakure popped up from where she had been knelt next to the skirting boards lining her back wall; presumably where the bed (now pushed aside) had once been, if the carpet indentations were anything to go by. "What're you doing here?"
"Aww!" Hoshi whined as he poked at one of the violet fireflies now lazily floating about the room. "What happened to your laser eyes?"
"They're—achoo!—they're gone" Hagakure sneezed, creating more of the violet fireflies "Damn dust!"
"Why're you looking in the wall anyway?" He perched himself on the wayward bed as Hagakure plucked a dusty envelope from the crevice hidden behind the skirting board.
"It's a good place to hide stuff" She shrugged, flicking through the things hidden there. Is that…? Nejire's brows furrowed as she swore she saw the large numerical values on the colourful bills.
"Whoa! That's so much money! You're rich!" Hoshi exclaimed, hanging himself off of the bed like a monkey. "You gonna share?"
"Aha, I'm not rich" Hagakure chuckled sheepishly as she finished counting the notes and safely tucked the envelope into her bra away from sticky fingers. "It's just some, uh, award money from last year that I never spent"
"There's more?!"
"No, no, I used it for school stuff"
"Aww! But that's booooring!"
"Sooo, what's this you've got? Is it someone'e birthday?"
"Oh!" Hoshi perked up, falling off of the bed before he jumped back to his feet and retrieved the oddly-shaped present from the bed. "It's for you! It's your leaving present!"
"You didn't have to do that" Hagakure replied even as she took the present from the boy.
"I wanted to…and Baba says that you should give people gifts when they come and go so they know you remember them"
"Well, thank you" Hagakure smiled fondly as she easily slipped violet fingers beneath the faded All Might wrapping paper—Nejire suspected it had been used more than once—to reveal a remote controlled spider about the size of her head. "It's…your spider…" The first year paused, tone-forcefully chipper as she extracted the well-loved item from the last dregs of wrapping.
"Yep!" Hoshi beamed.
"But—but you love this spider" If Hagakure were opaque, Nejire would've sworn that the teen had paled at the creature. Spiders scared her and not everything else?
"And I want you to have it!"
"Uh, well, that's—that's nice of you Hoshi…"
"Besides Baba got me a better one!"
"O-oh?"
"Uh huh! That one's got super fuzzy legs! And night vision! And—and a longer battery life! And…"
"That's—that's nice"
CREAK!
"Senpai?" Hagakure peered around the boy (slightly thankful for the interruption) at the creaking of the floorboard as Nejire shifted in place."Is something wrong?" Outside, the angered shouts that they'd heard before had grown in volume, easily making their way up through the building despite them being on the third floor.
"Eep!" Hoshi squeaked as he peeked out through Hagakure's curtains and out into the courtyard below.
"Hoshi" Hagakure scolded, "What did you do?"
"Um…nothing?" Hoshi tried sheepishly.
"Really?" She tapped her fingers against the floor as she waited for the boy to spill the beans. They didn't have to wait for long.
"I may have…uh, eaten something…"
"Something or someone?"
"Um…"
"Cough him, Hoshi"
"Wha—! But Toru!" Hoshi whined, stomping his feet in frustration at the supposed unfairness of it all. Nejire was still trying to wrap her head around the idea that this child had eaten another person—something which hadn't caused Hagakure any concern. Just what was normal here?!
"I'm waiting"
"…Fine!" Hoshi sulked before planting his feet shoulder-length apart and began to retch and gag.
"Oh my God!" Nejire gasped as she watched the boy seemingly be sick on her kohai's bedroom floor—at least that was until his jaw cracked open to reveal several long octopus-like tentacles that were wrapped around a saliva-drenched man easily thrice the boy's height and deposited his twitching body on the floor at their feet. He seemed all right, if a little traumatised by the fact a child had eaten him.
"Wha—!" Hagakure jumped to her feet, nose scrunched up in disgust at the display. "Not on the carpet! Ugh! That's gonna take forever to get out!"
By the time afternoon had rolled around, the apartment had been fully packed up, stuffed onto the hover wagon and they were finally leaving Yoshiwara much to Nejire's delight—she'd had far more of the district than she'd ever hoped to have. At least that was the plan. They—Hagakure, Bakugou, Tamaki, Mirio, herself & Hoshi (he'd been chattering Tamaki's ear off most of the afternoon when he'd discovered that her friend could grow tentacles too) had barely crossed the compound's courtyard when their next obstacle arose. When she thought back on the incident, Nejire still wasn't quite sure how the man had appeared without their knowledge and snatched the novelty gun from the back of the wagon. "One more step and I blow your brains out!" He snarled, barrel aimed at Hagakure who calmly turned to face the man whilst everyone (sans Hoshi) froze in their movements, eyes trained on the weapon in his hands.
"Hm?" Hagakure merely hummed, head tilted as if she were asking a question and—oh God!—how Nejire wanted to shake the poor girl! You don't taunt villains unarmed! That's how you get killed!
"You're not going anywhere, bitch! The hunt's still on and that means everything & everyone is fair game!" He cackled, cocking the gun as Nejire's heart jumped into her throat. "And the best part is: you lil' heroes can't use your Quirks! This is for Moto, you bitch!"
BANG!
Nejire flinched at the sound, hands raised as if that would stop the bullet fired at such close range. Next to her Bakugou had paled, eyes wide as he prepared to avenge his fallen classmate whilst both Mirio and Tamaki prepared for the worst. They all expected the worst really, but who could blame them? But they needn't have worried, Hagakure simply dodged the incoming projectile as she moved in closer to the armed man and landed a punch to his face. Nejire could hear his nose crunch beneath her fingers as blood began to pour and he instinctively let go of the gun to clutch at his (likely) broken nose. In that brief moment, Hagakure plucked the firearm from his grip, hefted it like a club and swung again, knocking the man out could.
"C14!" Hoshi called as Hagakure checked the barrel for ammo and snatched the chunky multicoloured bandolier from the wagon in which the boy was perched.
"Yeah, I see 'em" Hagakure replied, slinging the bandolier over her shoulder before turning to aim at movement up on the third level balcony that Nejire hadn't even noticed, far too focused on what had just happened.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Bakugou snapped, pulled out of his reverie by the sudden notion that his classmate was about to return fire. "YOU CAN'T KILL 'EM!"
"Calm down sparky" Hagakure snarked, gleaming eyes & gun still trained on her target. "It's just a confetti gun—the most it'll do is bruise 'em & their egos"
"And break a few windows" Hoshi added helpfully.
"Yes, thank you Hoshi"
"Wha—?"
BANG!
A large cloud of pink-coloured smoke erupted up on the third floor balcony, easily taking out the man stationed there. "B12!"
"Hey—! You're not even listening!" Bakugou turned on Hagakure who was lining up her next shot.
"Course not"
"You—!" Bakugou made to rip the weapon from her hands, but was stopped by her flat tone.
"—If you try to stop me, you'll be the next one on the floor, got it?" Hagakure turned to the boy even, staring at him with cold, dead eyes that had him stepping down as his hands fisted at his sides. "Good"
BANG!
This time a yellow cloud exploded along the chosen balcony, taking out those that hurried through the shadows to avenge their fallen comrades. Despite Hagakure's reassurances that the weapon was more for celebrations than assault, Nejire couldn't help the concern and worry that bubbled in her as she watched people fall to the mighty force of the harmless confetti. "C4!" Hoshi called out, listing off the apartment numbers for which the invisible girl to aim for. "You've sunk my battleship!"
Again and again, clouds of rainbow erupted all around the compound's courtyard as Hagakure fired on the men with sniper-like precision; some full of glitter whilst others were just smoke. Of those who had tried to ambush them—tried to tackle Hagakure—they were met with hard fists to the face, legs snapping upwards and blunt swings from the confetti gun itself. Nejire was sure that Hagakure only allowed Bakugou to help her take down their attackers because she could see him grow more and more irate with each passing second of the situation. Even if only two of them understood what was going on, Hagakure appeared to know that the explosive blonde needed to hit something or he would explode—literally or figuratively, Nejire wasn't sure. "Ooh! We got a runner!" Hoshi chirped, pointing towards a young man garbed in more layers than a melon cake who was trying to slip away. "Get 'im!"
"Just a smidge to your left, Hoshi" Hagakure murmured as she lined up her sights once more, this time nailing the man so hard that he flipped over before smacking into the ground. And then the courtyard was silent once more.
"That was fun! Let's play again soon!"
"And where have you been?" Eraserhead stood on the front steps of the first year's dorm building looking the figure of intimidation with his hair & bandages flying and red eyes glaring into their souls as Bakugou hefted a snoring Hagakure higher up his back. The invisible teen had fallen asleep on the train ride back to school, and the explosive blonde had all but told the third years that he thought they couldn't handle her magnet for trouble. He wasn't wrong—if today was any indication of the type of trouble Hagakure got into, then Nejire wasn't going to argue.
"Well, you see…"
