"Spread out! Make sure you have police nearby when treating them!" Surprised, I jolt up at the familiar authoritative voice of my father standing tall and proud. He stands as ambulance men and women rush in to check the state of the heroes. My father surprisingly leads the charge watching him order about the medical staff before coming over to me, just in case until his baby blues meet my own making his eyes dilate in horror.
I spot the familiar sheath strapped to his waist; his tone cold, curt controlled. He has a yellow hoodie on with blue jeans with black spots matching his black shoes. He has his hair tied into a messy ponytail. He kneels down looking over the men treating them as he does one of the villains shakily stand, lunging at him making me gasp.
"Dad no!" Horrified, I open my mouth about to call out to him only to blink baffled when noting Midnight's eerily calm demeanour. My ears perk up at the swift sound of metal ringing making my eyes expand in awe. My father calmly places his hand on the hilt of his blade, coiling his fingertips around the hilt of his blade and striking them down, using surprisingly the butt of his blade to slam it into his stomach, causing him to spew out saliva.
"Sir!" Panicked, one of the police rush over to him as the villain comes crashing down and he slides his blade back into his sheath.
"He's fine. I didn't hit anything vital." Casually, my father shrugs staring down at the groaning man.
"God no…" Groaning, I huff as his ice blues meet my tired blue and well red now I guess, his eyes dilate in horror as I feel nothing but dread flow through me when…
"Sayako!? Daddy's here there's no need to fret!" Wailing, my father rushes over to my side, his cool calm side instantly faltering from the sight of me making me internally scream at the jackass, feeling his arms wrap around me.
"I wasn't fretting." Frankly, I deadpan to my deluded father my eye twitching at his clinginess.
"Are you okay? Daddy's here don't worry. Who hurt you? I'm sure no one will notice a missing liver." Sadistically, my father assures me making me sweat drop at his killer glint.
"How did you even get here?" Huffing, I question him.
"You don't need to know." Softly, he smiles patting my head making my eye twitch at him.
"Do the police have bruises?" Befuddled, I furrow my brow when noting a few of them cradling their cheeks giving my father quite the stink eye.
"Don't sweat the small stuff love." He waves me off making me sigh once more.
"Dad…" I begin.
"Oh dear god no one saw you right? Right? That skin is meant to be shown after marriage!" Horrified, my father gapes at my state as I groan once more.
"Dad please not now." Moaning, I slam my head into the ground.
"Did anyone see? I can handle them." He assures me.
"Not and even if they did that would be assault. I would prefer you not going to prison." Bluntly, I deadpan at the moron.
"Nothing is more important to me than my children, I'd happily pay the price," Joyfully, he beams brightly hugging me making me sigh, a small smile crossing my lips relieved to be in his arms, to be safe, to be okay…
"I brought you some clothes just in case." Cheekily, he winks revealing a bag.
"How did you? Ooh I am liking the jacket." Impressed, I hum taking out the coal black jacket, placing it on me as I note my father furiously glaring at anyone or anything in sight shielding me from any prying eyes.
"I thought of you when I saw it. I wanted to give it to you as a gift for surviving UA for the first week guess now's a good time as ever and oh my god your eye! You used it!?" Perkily, my father fills me in making me smile softly appreciating the gift only then to sweat drop when he gawks gaping at my eye.
"No my eye just suddenly bled." Dryly, I remark.
"Hey that can happen from stressful situations." He reminds me.
"I suppose that falls into that category." Cheekily, I counter.
"You could say that I'm proud of you love." Softly, my father smiles at me pecking my temple making me smile shyly, feeling a rush of heat in my cheeks.
"Thanks dad." Gently, I whisper as he helps me up while I zip up the jacket.
"Nemuri hey!" Warmly, my father waves at a familiar teacher making me groan.
"Kazz, I'm surprised to see you on site how did you manage that?" Curious, she raises a brow at him.
"I have my ways." Proudly, he crosses his arms over his chest. Beating up people isn't exactly the doctor way besides I thought you took an oath?
"You know each other?" Surprised, I arch a brow.
"We used to go drinking when we were pros! Your father was quite the eye candy you know." Mischievously, Midnight winks at me.
"Nemuri…" Blushing, my father smiles nervously.
"No I don't. Then again I really want nothing to do with my father's love life thank you very much." Disgusted, I grimace at the thought.
"Oi! Oi! Show some respect she's taking care of you, you know?" Scowling, I glare at my father pinching my cheek.
"Urgh…I hate it when you get all passionate!" Grumpily, I burhs his hand aside.
"Sorry about her she's in that rebelling phase you know?" My father smiles at Midnight.
"I'm right here." Haughty, I point out.
"Yes, and you should thank her for looking out for you. Thanks for keeping an eye on Rei I know she can be a bit of a bother." Gently, my father places his hand on my head forcing me to bow my head making me scowl, my eye twitching no doubt she's relishing this.
"Hate this, hate you, hate you all." Fed up, I snap turning to leave.
"And I love this, love you and love it all." Lovey dovey, my father nuzzles into my hair making my eye twitch.
"Even the villains attacking…" Snippily, I remark making him cease his actions.
"Of course not, don't be snarky young lady." Pouting, he tells me making me roll my eyes at him letting him side hug me.
"It helps with the stab wound." Bluntly, I deadpan.
"S-Stab wound|!?" Horrified, my father reels back as I sigh at the supposed doctor.
"You know for a doctor you're pretty crappy at observations…" Candidly, I point out.
"My baby who did this!? Whose daddy got to kill?" Iiclt, my father snarls drawing out his blade as both Midnight and I sweat drop.
"Could you not call yourself daddy I find it weird enough that you're close friends with a BDSM hero." Tiredly, I sigh.
"Hey Nemuri provided lively conversation now come on let's get you checked out." He grabs my wrist.
"Fine fine…" I give in bowing my head as I am dragged out of the building.
"16, 17, 18, 19 everyone seems to be unharmed except for that boy whose legs were all messed up and that girl's eye wound alongside her stab wound." Dutifully, the detective counts the members of class 1-A standing tall outside of the facility, their brow furrowed further when hearing the detective's comments towards their classmates.
"Ojiro I heard you were a real good fighter I didn't know you were so strong!" Amazed, Hagakure places her gloved hand on his shoulder.
"I didn't know I was the only one on my own. I survived using hit and run tactics so where did you end up fighting Hagakure?" Modestly, he smiles before questioning her.
"The landslide zone you wouldn't believe how strong Todoroki was he's amazing!" Animatedly, the invisible girl gushes pointing towards the stoic Shoto.
"You don't say I'm just glad you didn't get hurt." Politely, Ojiro smiles at her.
"I didn't even know she was there. I could have frozen her." Todoroki notes to himself.
"Aren't you wondering about moi? Where was my sparkling light?" Animatedly, Aoyoma declares turning to the group consisting of Tokoyami, Kirishima and Koda.
"Interesting so the people you fought were also low levelled thugs…" Tokoyami notes.
"Yeah, they messed with the wrong kids huh." Kirishima smirks slamming his fist into his open palm.
"Still if it hadn't been for Sasaki san we may not have gotten out unscathed." Honestly, Tokoyami bows his head.
"What do you mean?" Curious, Kirishima arches a brow.
"There was this villain, he was different from the others, he posed an actual threat but seemed to be focusing more on Sasaki then us. She managed to take care of him for us…I need to thank her." Tokoyami tells them mainly himself.
"Sounds like Sasaki behind that tough attitude is a rather selfless hero." Brightly, Kirishima grins.
"That is if she wants to admit it or wrong then again it would break that tough girl persona she's got going on heh." Cheekily, Denki jokes.
"Ah did you miss me?" Regardless, Aoyoma turns to the group consisting of the powerhouses of 1-A.
"So, All Might put that hole in the dome after all I figured." Sero places his hands on his hips.
"That took some hardcore power." Sato exclaims.
"Yeah, it was crazy." Mezo agrees.
"Where do you think I was?" Aoyama turns to Tsuyu.
"Um where?" Tsuyu decides to entertain him.
"It's a secret!" Proudly, Aoyoma poses.
"Let's go ahead and get these students back to the main campus. They've been through a lot we don't need to question them right away." The detective decides.
"Detective what about Mr Aizawa?" Concerned, Tsuyu jumps over to the detective.
"The bones in his arms are splintered and he's got facial fracturing fortunately there doesn't seem to be any serious brain damage. But his orbital orb seems to be completely destroyed we have no way of knowing if his eyesight will be impaired or healed up." The detective holds up his phone for the class to hear the doctor's report.
"Well you heard the man." The detective hangs up.
"Ribbit…" Sadly, Asui bows her head.
"Not his eyes…" Teary eyed, Mineta whimpers.
"Um sir what about thirteen?" Worried, Mina asks him.
"There's no need to worry there despite some pretty lacerations to the back 13 is going to pull through as good as new and all might is without any serious injuries he's in the nurses office right now. Recovery girl's power is all the treatment he should need." The detective fills them in.
"What about Deku?" Ochako calls out.
"Or Sayako san!" Tenya throws in concern laced in his tone.
"Recovery girl is taking care of him too and as for the girl who got stabbed. She's being taken care of by our head doctor. They are both fine." The detective informs the class.
"Oh thank goodness!" Relieved, Mina beams brightly.
"Now let's get you back to class…" The detective decides.
"Um excuse me…" Meekly, Momo steps forward scratching the back of her neck approaching Kazz, looking over the men and women injured, giving orders now and again.
"Hm?" He turns to Momo.
"You're the head doctor here correct?" Momo queries, furrowing her brow at the sight of him.
"I am. What can I do to help?" Politely, he smiles at her.
"I was wondering if you could pass these onto Sayako san I know she isn't quite comfortable with her body." Momo reveals some folded clothes making his eyes expand staring down at the costume clothes.
"You made this?" Surprised, he raises a brow at her.
"It's my quirk." She tells him.
"That a nifty quirk for sure, are you…friends with Sayako?" Hopeful, he asks her.
"Not…really but I hope to know her better after the stabbing incident." Awkwardly, she sighs rubbing her arm unaware of Kazz's blue twitch.
"I'm sorry stabbing?" Kazz quirks his head to the side, forcing a strained smile on his lips.
"Well when we were training, she had put a knife to my throat threatening my partner to surrender and she did." Momo sighs grimacing at the memory.
"She did?" Nervously, his voice breaks horror laced in his facial features.
"Yes I had hoped to understand her reasoning for it but with everything that has happened…" She trails off sighing.
"I'm sorry but what is your name?" Curious, he questions her.
"Yaoyorozu Momo." She bows her head introducing herself.
"Right… Yaoyorozu I'm sorry Sasaki did that, she means well she does but right now she's going through a lot, a lot to process I'm not asking you to forgive her but please don't think negatively of her she means well she really does. Thank you even if you may not be a friend thank you for thinking of her." Disappointed, he smiles sadly down at her.
"She will be okay right?" Worried, Momo queries.
"She'll be fine. Sayako's a tough cookie. Thank you again for this kindness Yaoyorozu and don't worry I'll be having quite the chat with her until then!" Lazily, he waves off her worry, winking cheekily at her before leaving her to head into the ambulance heading back to work.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
"Sayako you can't keep running! It's not that painful!" Pensive, my father's voice echoes making me groan at the ass. I dive into the nearest door, sweat cascading down my form. I try to find my breath, right I think I lost them heh suckers…
"Having fun, I take it?" Startled, I blink at the hoarse voice, my ears hearing the beat of the heart monitor making me shakily stand approaching the bedside of some sort of mummified corpse.
"Hm? A mummy? Oh I see you haven't kicked the bucket." Amused, I smirk at the thought brushing aside the blue curtain, peering down at the sight of my bloodied bandaged teacher.
"What are you doing here?" Scowling, he demands from me.
"The usual." Casually, I show him my bandaged hands.
"Your hands…" He furrows his brow.
"Heh guess we're matching." Jokingly, I try to lighten the tension.
"You're an idiot." Curtly, he snaps making my eye twitch, excuse you?
"Saving me like that was risky Nomu could have easily grabbed your fibres and put you in worse condition. You're lucky you made it out as you did." He continues as I feel tick marks appear throbbing on my temple at the nerve of the ass, feeling my blood boil.
"Wow, thanks Sayako you're a pretty good student I mean saving my life like that I should be grateful for your quick thinking oh nonsense Aizawa sensei, it's not like I saved your life no, no…" Mockingly, I scowl down at him, crossing my arms over my chest but he remains staring silently at me which I happily return.
"You're a brat." Bluntly, he deadpans making me seethe.
"This coming from the ungrateful ass who I saved!" Scowling, I slam my heel down on the ground glaring at him.
"There's a difference between self-sacrifice and suicide." Steadfastly, he tells me.
"So what? I was meant to stand there as that hand guy decayed the others." Irritated, I argue.
"I'm saying you need to have more care towards yourself, being selfless may be a hero quality but there's a limit to it. Without a limit all you're doing is causing mess by throwing yourself into unneeded fights." Firmly, he explains to me making me wince.
"So…since we're just saying stuff now. Just going to say you don't have to give me straight A's for the next year for saving your ass but if you are willing…" Slyly, I smirk smugly only to falter from his blank stare.
"You really think that's going to work?" Unfazed, he deadpans making me bow my head.
"Eh it was worth a shot." Sheepishly, I shrug my shoulders only then to blink by the sudden still silence between us making me squeamish, swaying from side to side not quite sure what to say from his stare.
"Tell me something…" He furrows his brow at me finally breaking the still silence between us.
"Hm?" I hum raising a brow at him.
"Why do you want to be a hero?" He questions me making me furrow my brow.
"…That's pretty personal ain't it?" Nervously, I chuckle.
"I'm your teacher I'm going to ask sooner or later." Curtly, he deadpans making me sigh.
"Fine, fine. Money." Bluntly, I deadpan.
"Lying really?" Unimpressed, he furrows his brow.
"It's the truth. I have a useful quirk might as well make use of it with a job that brings security." Simply, I shrug.
"Is that what you told Midnight?" He frowns at me.
"I thought those were confidential sessions." Snippily, I hiss.
"And I thought you were meant to tell the truth." He counters making me groan, glaring to the side when feeling his unflinching glare on me making me groan.
"Fine! Just…don't laugh." Frustrated, I huff plopping myself down on the sofa scowling at him.
"Hm?" He hums patiently waiting for my story making me sigh.
"I'm guessing you know my situation." Tiredly, I lean forward, my hands flat on my kneecaps making me wince.
"I do." He nods his head making me scowl glaring down at the floor.
"Both my parents were pros, they were my role models, my dad still is today but whenever they would ask me who my favourite was, I knew they would do it to see who I favoured more imagine their disappointed when I said someone different." Amused, I snicker at the memory, a small sad smile on my lips at the memory of them asking me, who my favourite was, a secret way to look for approval only for them to falter from my answer.
"Let me guess All Might." Unimpressed, Aizawa sighs making me smirk smugly.
"Wrong. I would say Eraserhead." Cheekily, I wink making his eyes widen from my words.
"Surprised? I know you're an underground hero I shouldn't know but I always noticed during some of the hero reports you were there the way you swung into the fight, it was…you were just so cool! Sorry, sorry, this is really embarrassing but I just…your fighting style was so unique I really wanted to do stuff like that. I asked my folks about you, my dad told me about underground heroes and I want that. I don't want to be a big hero I want nothing to do with those fakes I want to be and underground hero. They do so much more than those up top and are just left alone, no appraise, no interviews, nothing, none of that. A life of isolation and doing what's right…that's the type of hero I want to be not to be under the eye of scrutiny not anymore…" I lean back in my seat telling him how it is, a sad smile on my lips at the memories attempting to resurface.
"Heh is that right?" Shyly, a small smirk crosses his lips.
"I thought you wouldn't laugh." I point out.
"I made no promises." He retorts making me groan, my smirk only growing.
"You're never going to let this go are you?" I close my eyes smirking.
"What do you think?" He smirks back at me.
"URGHHH…." Groaning, I slump in my seat.
"Tell you what….if you can stop being so reckless I'll consider teaching you." He tells me.
"Wait…you…you serious?" Stunned, I blink taken aback by the declaration.
"I said if don't let me down got it? And that includes being late." Playfully, he reminds me making me chuckle about to accept his bandaged hand offered when…
"Found you! Time for your stiches young lady!" Loudly, my father enters the room, instantly grabbing me making me release a small sound of fear as next thing I know I am dragged away to the most painful, awkward, agonising experience of my life.
"Oww…shot in both arms and legs…" Moping, Shigaraki hisses to himself as he falls flat to the wooden panels of the bar, a raw red river of blood seeping out of his injured form while Kurogiri stands tall, unfazed by the bloodied boy below him, focusing on the shaking, quivering, quaking snake boy before him, his feral fangs peering out, nibbling anxiously upon his tail, streams of raw red staining the tail and his fangs but he remains unfazed, transfixed upon it, his raw reds flickering from purple to yellow.
"Hahahahaah! That was so much fun so much fun! Fun! Fun!" Furious, fierce fangs slam down upon the barstool nibbling, chipping away at it, purple hues looking up at the barstool with gum stuck hanging down as he nibbles upon the stem of the barstool, ignoring the sharp sting of wooden piercing his chapped lips, slamming his head down on the floor below, cackling to himself.
"Tch even Nomu was beaten we failed those kids were so strong and the symbol of peace wasn't weakened at all." Annoyed, Shigaraki snaps scowling at the floor, his nails digging deep into the wooden panels of the floor. Kurogiri kneels down, prying Basil from the bar stool, trying to steady the boy whose yellows soon flicker to blue, tears freely falling from the shift.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I failed. I failed again. I don't deserve to live, I don't deserve to breath, I don't deserve to exist. I should be beaten, I should be…should be…" Upset, the snake falls flat to the floor, curling in on himself, cradling his bruised bloodied tail, waterfalls cascading down as Shigaraki sneers down at the snake boy.
"Urgh stop being so emotional." Disgusted, Shigaraki scowls down at Basil.
"You try dealing with the hormone imbalance in you where's Toga? Where's Dabi? Where's Twice?" Childishly, Basil whines flailing about.
"You need to shut up!" Fed up, Shigaraki snaps as Kurogiri kneels down, his hand ghostly touching the snake boy who bows his head, his eyes flicking from blue to yellow making him groan, cradling his temple.
"That was…we're at the bar? What happened?" Curious, he quirks his head to the side looking up at Kurogiri who sighs tiredly, having adjusted to the foggy memory of the snake before him but before he can fill him in, Basil glances over at Shigaraki.
"Come on tiger let's get you checked up." Perkily, Basil beams kneeling down to help Shigaraki up but…
"Don't touch me!" Shigaraki slaps his hand away making Basil whimper, his gold hues turning back to blue.
"Why do you hate me? I didn't mean to do anything." Animatedly, Basil whimpers, waterfalls descending down.
"You were so wrong master so wrong." Smoothly, Shigaraki ignores the snake turning to the blank tv screen with purple text displaying sound only.
"No. I wasn't. we weren't just as prepared as we should have been…" Collected, the voice calls out to him.
"I agree we underestimated them thankfully we entered under the cheap league of villains name and not our own. What of the creature the master and I created? Where is Nomu?" Another voice questions Shigaraki.
"Yes why is he not with you?" The master questions as Shigaraki focuses on the screen unaware of Kurogiri reaching out trying to stop Basil who slams his fangs into his arm, his purple hues flickering as sly streams seep out of the wound.
"Hehehehehe, tell 'em, tell 'em heheheheh!" Hauntingly, he sneers his voice echoes bellowing into a crazed cackle cutting into the conversation making Shigaraki scowl at the snake.
"I take it Orochi had some…. difficulties." The voice belonging to the master sighs as Shigaraki glances over to see him nibbling on his arm, numerous bitemarks all over his bloodied bites, salvia spewing out as Kurogiri removes him from his arm.
"It seems the anti-toxins got to his head." Coolly, Kurogiri sighs, holding the boy in his arms.
"That will be dealt with time when he has earned it but where is Nomu?" The master questions.
"He was blown away." Shigaraki reveals.
"What!?" The other voice screeches shocked.
"It was All Might's doing without precise coordinates I couldn't use my warp to bring him with us. We didn't have any time to search for him." Kurogiri reports to him.
"This is a travesty and after everything we did to make him as powerful as All Might!" Horrified, the voice wails.
"Well, I suppose it can't be helped unfortunately…" The master tuts.
"Power…that reminds me there was a kid there that tried to protect all might he was just as fast as him." Scowling, Shigaraki notes, recalling the boy unaware of the shuffling sound of slithering approaching.
"Oh?" The voice queries curiosity laced in his tone.
"If he hadn't gotten in our way, we might have killed the symbol of peace that brat…! That brat!" Enraged, Shigaraki bellows fuming only for his ruby reds to widen when feeling the hands slither around his form, coiling around his making him turn to glare at the tail wrapped around him and the boy bowing his head, dipping it between his neck, nuzzling into his side, a goofy love struck look upon his face, his eyes a raw pink. Shigaraki shakes seething at the male clinging to him.
"Naturally you're upset but this was not a futile mission we've learned many things. Gather the villainous elite take all the time you need. I must remain hidden in the shadows which is why I need you to be my face, a symbol of your own, Tomura Shigaraki next time you will show the world it should be afraid of you…" Proudly, the master finishes his declaration, the transmission ceasing. Tiredly, Shigaraki sighs only to arch a brow when feeling a tongue teasingly touch his neck making him glare at the snake. He feels his warm breath graze his cut abused neck as he feels the feral fangs prop themselves about to plunge.
Roughly, Shigaraki shoves him to the floor but instead of seeing a look of rage upon the boy's face, a look of pure genuine euphoria crosses his ruby red features. Shigaraki storms off, slamming the door shut to play his games, leaving Kurogiri to fix the intoxicated mess.
*So what do you think of Basil guys? Or Sayako and her father now?*