"Everyone has their costumes right? Remember you don't have permission to wear them out in public yet and don't lose them or anything." Aizawa reminds his students holding their briefcases.
"Gotcha!" Merrily, Mina smiles.
"Speak properly its yes sir Ashido." Annoyed, Aizawa tells her.
"Yes sir…" Mina whines slumping her shoulders.
"Make sure you mind your manners with the other heroes during your internship." Irritated, Aizawa tells his class, his coal black landing on a certain someone.
"Why are you looking at me?" Mad, Sayako scowls.
"Do you really need to ask? Now get to it." Bored, Aizawa dismisses his class.
"Yes sir!" The class chorus as they disperse going their separate ways.
"Hey Ida wait. Look if you ever want to talk or anything just let us know. We're friends right?" Concerned, Midoriya and Ochako rush over to Tenya making Sayako sigh.
"Yes." Tightly, Tenya turns to the two nodding his head before leaving.
"Guys don't waste your breath." Sayako sighs.
"But…" Ochako whispers.
"Look I've tried talking to Ida if he so selfishly wants his brother to bury his younger brother then let him." Huffing, Sayako snaps giving the fleeting figure of Tenya the stink eye but Tenya tenses up, only faltering for a moment before continuing on making Sayako tsk, clicking her tongue.
"Sayako, don't you think that's harsh?" Midoriya furrows his brow at her.
"Sometimes telling someone the reality of the situation is the only way to get through to them no matter how grim the situation is." Intensely, Sayako confesses glaring to the side at the memory of having to tell her father how it was, how he left, how he was never coming back, how he chose his career over his family. He knew it deep down but deluded himself for years on end until finally she had enough of the lies of the pretences of it all, all thanks to him…
"Sayako…" Midoriya whispers watching her fleeting figure leave.
"Oh you got to be…" Scowling, Sayako's eye twitch at the familiar blonde beaming at her.
"Sayako hey!" Happily, Togata waves at her.
"Kill me…" Miserably, Sayako slumps her shoulders.
"Hah! Silly as always! You're a peach you know!" Cheekily, he winks before patting his behind making her spew saliva.
"What the hell are you doing!? We're in public!" Hissing, she snaps at him ruby red only making him chuckle.
"You need to cheer up, come on smile!" Smiling, he places his forefinger upon the edge of his lips trying to do the all might smile.
"Come anywhere near my face and I swear I will cut you." Icily, Sayako snaps at Togata who simply chuckles nervously as she brushes past him heading towards the agency.
"I didn't know you'd be interning here!" Swiftly, Mirio catches up to her by her side. Politely, Togata opens for the door for her as they both enter the office where…
"That is if she can prove herself." Surprised, the two jolts up at the calm cold voice of the male standing by some…
"Hahahah!" Hysterically, the girl strapped to the machine giggles, she is a fairly well-built young woman with a rather slim build, her skin light blue in color. She has short, ruffled dark blue hair that curves upwards and downwards around her head, parted to her left, and wide yellow eyes with thick eyelashes.
Her hero costume consists of a skin-tight dark blue crop top with a white high-collared section, a zipper down the middle, over the higher part of her chest, which reveals her torso from the underside of her breasts. She wears black tights with loose white shorts, two yellow markings down the either side of them, and a thick white boots with lines running down their shafts, yellow rings in the centre of them. Over her entire face, she wears a transparent visor with an air filter on each side, and on her hands, she wears plain dark blue gloves.
The girl cackles as the feathers teasingly flicker all over her as Sayako simply stares, no emotion upon her face, having no clue how to process it all, the only thing she could think of was what sort of shade did I just walk in on?
"Sir Nighteye has unorthodox methods." Mirio smiles down at the stunned Sayako still processing it all.
"Right…" Sayako blurts out still trying to register it all.
"So you're Kazz's daughter don't think just because you're an old colleague's of mines daughter means I'm going to accept you." Sternly, Sir Nighteye turns to Sayako still reeling, still trying to comprehend the scene before her. Sir Nighteye is a tall, lean-but-muscular man with rather sharp and elongated features. His shiny hair is always worn smoothed down and parted to his left, and is of a dark green color, with three yellow streaks towards the front, two on his right, and one on his left. His eyebrows are also yellowish, matching the rims of the triangular glasses he wears and the strikingly bright-yellow irises of his stern-looking eyes.
Nighteye wears a plain office clothes consisting of a plain white suit with gold buttons, a white dress shirt, and a red tie with white dots.
"Why would you think I would?" Sayako's greens narrow at him, frustration laced in her tone.
"You seem the sort." Sir Nighteye adjusts his golden lenses, furrowing his brow at her, looking her up and down eyeing her.
"You don't know me." Defensively, Sayako disputes crossing her arms over her chest. She feels her muscles tense up from his words. She did what she had to do at the end of the day for the people, they could hate her, love her, she didn't care, never has never will.
"But I know of you. I've seen your fights tell me how would you benefit society?" Scowling, Sir Nighteye demands impatiently, swiftly slamming his stamp weight down on his desk, on his paper, glaring daggers at Sayako, ready to see if Sayako had what it took to work with the Nighteye agency, with his agency.
"By being a real hero." Casually, Sayako shrugs stating the fact of the matter.
"And what is a real hero?" Sir Nighteye questions.
"People think heroes are perfect but that sort of logic just stresses them out, it makes him live upon this pedestal that when it comes crumbling down will hurt more than the person on top, the debris would hurt those below, those close to them. I won't be perfect I know that but knowing I can at least be useful for society is something I'm willing to stake my life on." Honestly, Sayako explains to Sir Nighteye.
"Is that right? Then I have one order with this order I will decide whether you are deserving to work under me these three days." Dramatically, Sir Nighteye declares.
"And what's this order?" Sayako quirks her head to the side.
"Tell me something good about All Might." Sir Nighteye orders making Sayako's eyes expand at the news, feeling a wave of dread course through her, only one word echoing in her head…Crap.
"Well? I'm waiting…" Sir Nighteye glares at the squirming Sayako, crossing her arms over her chest.
"…Hold on for a sec." Sayako smiles shyly as she gets out her phone earning a few looks from the others as she dials said number placing it to her ear.
"U-Um hello?" Midoriya answers.
"Midoriya I need your help." Sayako sighs.
"What is it? are you oaky? Are you in danger?" Worried, Midoriya questions panic laced in his tone making her sigh exasperated.
"I'm fine I just need you to tell me something good about All Might." Annoyed, Sayako sighs, needing some aid in this department and who better than the fanboy himself.
"Can't you think of one?" Confused, Midoriya argues making her grimace.
"…" Silently, Sayako winces, a still silence in the air.
"You can't?" Confused, Midoriya gapes at the pregnant pause being his answer.
"Just help me out here." Groaning, Sayako pleads combing her fingertips through her locks, trying to brush aside a few stray strands.
"R-Right! He..." Determined, Midoriya begins his tangent as next thing Sayako knew all she could hear was ringing, a part of her wondering if she felt the damp moisture of blood dripping down her ear. She put the phone on speaker for Midoriya to go into a tangent of all sorts. Nighteye simply nods his head as she would note a few eye twitches when making some estimation only for him to murmur the correction she would assume. She rolled her eyes at the fanboys practically having a fanboy battle. Honestly, a part of her began to pity All Might to have fans like this, to this extreme extent must be terrifying…
"Does that answer your question?" Fed up, Sayako swiftly slams the end call button stopping the tangent, too tired to deal with anything only to gasp when next thing she knew, he had his hands flat on the desk slowly standing from his desk.
"To cheat so openly in front of me…disgusting. Get out of my office!" Disgusted, he seethes snarling at her poison oozing out of his tone making her eye twitch.
"Dude I just had to go through a extremely unhealthy creepy tangent on all might I am not leaving!" Stubbornly, Sayako refuses.
"Is that right?" Sir Nighteye sneers scowling as he moves away from his desk.
"Oh for the…I get it you're a All Might fanboy just because I don't like the guy doesn't mean you can do this." Truthfully, Sayako tells him.
"Tell me why, why don't you like All Might?" Sir Nighteye demands from her.
"Why? He's the epitome of fakery, he think he can do everything with a smile upon his face, whether that be rescuing some people from a fire or beating up some baddie, its thanks to him that heroes are so stressed out over being perfect. He pushes himself too hard, he doesn't give other people the chance to do his work. He's going to kill himself if he doesn't step down sooner or later. Look I know I may come off an ungrateful and I am, I am grateful for Al Might doing so much but now? With how the times are changing, he needs to take a step back and allow the younger generation in." Scowling, Sayako explains to Nighteye whose eyes widen when hearing her words, a memory briefly brushes against him at the memory of a hospital, of All might hobbling, clutching his bandaged bloodied torso.
"You dare insult All Might?" Nighteye glares daggers at Sayako who flinches from his cold glare.
"Look he…gets the job done? Don't get me wrong I love and respect all might and Kazz has always been someone I can count on if I am struggling. But they both have their flaws you aren't wrong there. Those flaws are what make us huma after all, to have someone call him out like that…are you aware of your flaws?" Frowning, Sir Nighteye demands from Sayako who furrows her brow, didn't he say he wouldn't bring her father into this? And yet here he was…
"My own? Sayako furrows her brow from his words, she knows she could be difficult but…
"I've done my research on you. When you were in high school you nearly hung someone using that thread quirk of yours and during your first practical in UA you threatened to slit the throat of one of your classmates." Coldly, Sir Nighteye points out making Sayako flinch from the memories threatening to resurface.
"How the heck do you…?" Sayako's eyes expand from his words.
"You are aware of your own flaws?" He questions her.
"Course I am. I know I'm a shitty person!" Snippily, Sayako snaps.
"But do you want to better yourself?" Sir Nighteye demands from her.
"I want to get stronger." She asserts.
"You aren't answering my question. This is what we're going to do. You are going to try to get these weights off me understand? If you can get one I will use it to stamp your form and you'll work under me understood?" Sir Nighteye explains to her.
"So I got to prove myself to you." Sayako concludes.
"Exactly. Now let's see what you can do." Sir Nighteye declares as Sayako's greens narrow noting his coal black sclera with his yellows turning purple as she prepares for the battle before her.
"3 minutes…" Coldly, Night eye's voice breaks through the still silence resonating in the room.
"3 minutes?" Sayako furrows her brow confused noting the seals he juggles between his fingertips.
"You have 3 minutes to take these seals from me, you can do whatever you want to do in this room to get the seals." Calmly, Sir Nighteye explains to her.
"Right." Sayako nods her head.
"Know this, my quirk if the conditions are met then whether it's one second, one minute or an hour in the future I can see what you're doing, wherever you are. But I will not hold back." Sternly, he warns her.
"I'm sure. Sayako's greens narrow.
"Let's see what you can do. If you want to work with my agency stamp the paperwork yourself." Proudly, Sir Nighteye proclaims.
"Right…" Sayako nods her head getting into her stance.
"Your time starts…now!" Sir Nighteye declares just as the clock clicks and the fight begins. Swiftly, Sayako flicks her wrist, a faint fibre trips up, Sir Nighteye come crashing down but he suddenly slams his heel to the ground steadying himself. She lunges at him, going for a kick but he dives down, swiftly snatching her by her collar. Stunned, Sayako's eyes widen when seeing such fluid motion as saliva spews out of her lips when he swiftly slams her into the ground on her back, winding her.
"Now the true fight can begin." Nighteye dictates confusing Sayako as he towers over her, reeling his fist back and smashing his hand into her torso making her heave, splatters of salvia escape into the air as he tosses her aside, his eyes turning coal black but are shielded, coated by his glasses.
Sayako scowls as she lunges at Nighteye, reeling her fist back, having seen his sort before, he fought like her, he waited for the enemy just as she did, just as she was trained. She knew someone had to attack or her three minutes would be up and from his figure. He looked the sort to be more of a long-ranged fighter so she had thought close combat would be perfect against him, oh how wrong he was…
Wha-Argh!" Stunned, Sayako is taken aback when she dives at Nighteye only for her greens to widen when her dilated greens glance down at the simple seal touching her torso, gingerly brushing against it as with one tap, she is swiftly slammed into the window, hearing the crush crunch of broken bone. Horrified, she coughs crimson as she stares at the shimmering shards above her join her. She comes crashing out of the room, descending down, her ears ringing instincts take over. She swiftly flicks her wrist, feeling her body twist, turn to the fabric coiled around her. She wraps her arms around the fabric as she stares down at the inhabitants below, some screaming, some gaping up at the bored stoic Sayako, blinking trying to process what happened. Before a familiar blue light engulfed her green hue.
"Sir Nighteye is…"
"She's fine." Aloofly, Nighteye adjusts his lenses having seen the reel well, she'll climb down then head home that's how the reel ends, with her broken rips she won't be as mobile as before therefore deeming herself to be…huh? Startled, Nighteye perks up at the sudden swish of air, looking up, his yellows widening when seeing the bloodied battered demeanour of Sayako, having swung herself upwards using her threads shocking Nighteye. He gets into his fighting stance, tsking. He hadn't predicated this how? Her eye!
His yellows widen when seeing her blazing blue hue, having seen the same at the sports festival, what properties did this quirk possess Nighteye did not know. It was different from Kazz that was what he had looks at. She'll go for a kick, he predicts only for his eyes to widen when she slams her foot down but instead of expecting the kick, he recoils back when feeling the crisp crunch of bone, feeling the warm rush of crimson gushing down making him hiss, recoiling back, cradling his bloodied bruised nose. How? She always went for kicks, he saw it, he predicted it, he saw through her how?
"Unless…her quirk. It's like his!" He realizes as she lunges at him as he prepares his seals only for his eyes to widen when suddenly she slams her head downwards at him, feeling a sharp sting. He hisses, cursing when feeling her teeth chomp down on him.
Hissing, he releases a harsh snarl slapping her aside as ruby red splatters staining the floor below. Sayako slams into the wall, a crater forming as cracks reach out behind her. Sayako slumps against the wall as she slowly sinks down, pain marred upon her facial features just as he hears the crisp click of the clock.
"Times up." Nighteye whispers, bored only then to frown as his yellows dart down to his eyes to do damage control his eyes widening when seeing the raw red bite marks marred upon his hand, seeing beads of blood break through his skin but most of all…
"Looking for something?" Sayako croaks out weakly, her voice muffled a bit confusing Nighteye who looks towards her.
"What did you…?" Scowling, Sir Nighteye demands furrowing his brow but his glare falters when she smirks at him.
"You say how your quirk predicts the future, how you can see into the future guess that means my quirk changes the future you dictate." Coolly, Sayako remarks using the back of her hand to wipe aside the blood from her cracked bruised bloodied lips, smearing it upon her cheek. She spits out the stained seal smeared with crimson as she reveals said seal in her grasp shocking the stunned Sir Night eye, gazing down at her, so many feelings filtering through him, each and every one he struggles to identify. Without even realizing it, he lowers his hand, stretching it out to Sayako who smirks. She takes hold of the hand and with that single touch, he recognises it, recognising it to be…relief.