"I've been waiting for you Shoto you're finally ready to walk down the path of the mighty." Proudly, Endeavor smirks smugly, pride laced in his tone as he smiles at his son standing tall before him in his office.
"I have no intention of following the path you created only I can decide my future." Firmly, Shoto shoots Endeavor down.
"Heh is that so? You should go get ready we're going out." Endeavor brushes past Shoto.
"Where to?" Shoto questions.
"It's time to show you what it means to be a hero." Smirking, Endeavor declares as Shoto follows after him, heading out…
"Hey it's Best Jeanist!" Joyfully, one of the girls wearing a middle school unform squeals amongst her friends.
"Thank you so much for keeping us safe!" One of the girls adds as Best Jeanist simply waves acknowledging them at the least.
"The answer is to remind people who we are. Our presence give the people a peace of mind this helps weaves a tapestry of trust between the protectors and the protected." Sternly, Best Jeanist explains to the glaring Bakugo.
"I think you just like being recognised." Bitterly, Bakugo scowls, Sayako was right, Bakugo recalls.
"Hey I've seen that blonde guy on TV before! Yeah a slime villain almost got him!" One of the kids call out making him seethe.
"What did you saaaay!?" Snarling, Bakugo roars glaring at the group of kids below him.
"MUMMY!" Wailing, the kids burst into tears.
"Have you really forgotten everything I've taught you? Talk to them like a pro." Strictly, Best Jeanist orders.
"Yeah, yeah…listen up I wasn't helpless I was coming up with ways to fight him. Sometimes a hero has to pretend he's been caught. You really think I would lose? You'll eat those words when I'm the new number 1 hero you kids will never laugh at me again if you know what's good for you!" Glaring, Bakugo places his hands on his hips as he explains it to the group.
"Waaah!" The children continue crying whimpering making Bakugo's ruby reds twitch.
"Urgh he has too much pride it'll be one thing if he channelled that into being a hero but at this rate he could turn out quite poorly so then…what do I do with him?" Best Jeanist ponders to himself only then for another part of him to consider if he could get through to this boy maybe just maybe he could get through to her.
"Well I receive my salary from the government so I'm technically a civil servant at first glance but the scene of it all is vastly different from civil servants in every way." Bored, the four-armed hero explains to both boys before him.
"Tetsutetsu why're you..!?" Tetsutetsu turns to Kirishima.
"Kirishima why're you…!?" Kirishima repats, the two manly men clasping their hands together in a high five of sorts.
"You can make two nominations you know anyway let's talk about what specifically our practical operations are." The hero tells the two as they begin their training.
"At root we clamp down on crime when the cases roll in we get requests from the police for backup. Those requests come in bundles zone by zone. They declare our merit in cooperating on arrests rescuing innocent that sort of stuff. Then we go through inspections by specialized agencies and get our salaries in the bank. Basically, we work on commission." Calmly, Gunhead explains to Ochako as they go about on their patrol.
"And that's how it is. Plus we're allowed side jobs as well. There were a lot of arguments at the start of the world of heroes, but you can get quite a big push in the popularity rolls with jobs like these. To that end I actually have a commercial to film now. Why don't you get to know each other!" Happily, Uwabami smiles at both Momo and Kendo as she looks at herself in the mirror doing her lipstick.
"But I wanted to go experience more you know…heroic things." Disappointed, Kendo sighs slumping her shoulders.
"No this sort of attention is something you can't avoid as a pro. She was kind enough to offer her wisdom to a unworthy student so I'll take whatever she has to give!" Desperate, Momo reasons to herself.
"Okay but is there anything else we can do like film this commercial or whatever?" Kendo offers.
"Do you know why I chose to recruit you two? Any thoughts?" Uwabami turns to smile at the two.
"It must be because you saw such heroic potential in us!" Momo reasons.
"Of course I did but there's another reason you two are very cute young ladies." Cheekily, she places her forefinger upon her cheek winking at them.
"Huh?" Stunned, the two blurt out.
"I mean originally I was hoping to get that thread girl, I recognised her from a few shoots back in my day and knew I had to have her. Such a shame she was snatched from me so I choose you two." Truthfully, she confesses to the two as Momo grimaces at the thought of said thread girl, if she hadn't better offers Sayako would be here, a part of Momo wondered what she would have done if she was here right now but brushes it off wanting to focus on their supposed hero training.
"On a normal day I'd just be waiting for client calls to come in. Not really exciting but things have been fairly hectic lately." Manuel explains to Tenya as they go about their patrol.
"So you're using street patrols to supress crime." Tenya exclaims.
"Yeah exactly man I kind of can't believe Ingenium's little brother is interning in my agency. I'm sure you had offering from other pros with much bigger followers than mine." Manuel smiles at the thought oblivious to Tenya stopping in his tracks.
The hero killer so elusive than he's managed to avoid capture for his deplorable crimes. I know I might not find him but still I have to try and track the villain down because…I can't forgive him for what he's done.
"Now I get it. You must be the ones who attacked U.A you want to rebuild me to build up your little group." Said hero killer Stain stands before the bar he was so kindly invited into where he gazes at the slithering snake slumped on the bar counter, his feral fangs peering out, his curt claws digging deep into the wooden fibres from the counter, drawing patterns. He notes the fresh crimson coat upon his fangs, he twitches at the stench of iron, animal to be exact, a mouse making him scowl at the boy before him, his eyes flickering from purple to blue.
"Yeah it'll be great you've got so much experience." Shigaraki explains.
"And what's your mission?" Stain demands.
"For now? I just really want to kill All Might." Shigaraki states on the bar stool unfazed by the bloodied boy by his side, in his own little world almost.
"And your friend?" Stain gestures to the snake.
"They aren't really here right now." Shigaraki shoves said snake to the floor who comes crashing down, curling in on themselves, Stain arches a brow when seeing his hollow hues, acting as if nothing had happened at all.
"What do you mean he's right there." Stain scowls noting Kurogiri glancing over at the slithering snake, curling tighter into a ball like an armadillo almost.
"Physically yes mentally…he's a bit busy. Still I like to destroy anything that pisses me off, like this little brat here game over." Shigaraki returns to the task at hand, revealing said cards before Stain one of Midoriya during the sport festival having passed that victory line.
"I was a fool to think you could offer me anything. It turns out you're the type of person I hate most in this world." Seething, Stain snarls glaring daggers at Shigaraki before his raw reds soften slightly at the sight of the boy.
"Huh?" Shigaraki frowns when Stain draws out his blades.
"The goals of your league are those of a child. What is there to kill if you don't have real convictions." Stain states.
"Master should I step in?" Kurogiri turns to the TV monitoring the situation just as Orochi crawls over to the coroner, his hands angled in his long coal black locks.
"Leave him, it's possible this is the only way he'll learn anything. He must think about the ways he must grow, how he can mature, only then will he reach his potential…" The voice dictates just as the swift sound of metal rings as a heavy coat of iron wafts in the air only making Basil curl further in on himself, planting his hands flat against his ears whimpering, the tears freely falling, chanting muttering to himself, rocking back and forth, trying to block out the noises and smells of the bar before him, his safe space now nothing more than a torture chamber.
"So you want me to be part of your crumbling little league but you won't accomplish anything if you don't have any convictions and desire. Without those you'll always be a aimless weakling achieving nothing, that's how you got here." Disgusted, Stain sneers scowling at the boy before him, his blade impaled into his side. His ruby reds look up at the bar before him, he had been politely invited to and here he was out of curiosity. His ruby reds look around seeing Kurogiri behind the bar, his hands pouring some water taking out a pill for the slumped snake on the counter side, nibbling, gnawing at the wooden countertop before him, his feral fangs nibbling at the wooden counter.
"Hey now you're being a little rough, aren't you? Orochi take care of this guy!" Shigaraki calls out, the blue haired male slamming his fist down on the counter making the snake come crashing down, the pill lying flat on the counter as Orochi screeches, his baby blue flickering between purple to blue as he curls in on himself.
"I'm sorryiimsrroyallmyfaultallmyfualtishoudldiediediediediedie." Chanting, Orochi curses whimpering, his voice cracking, the teaes freely flowing, rocking himself back and forth, curling in on himself wailing to the high heavens, his feral fangs slam down on the wrist, ruby red oozing out of his wrist.
What's going on with him now?" Annoyed, Shigaraki grumble glaring at the mess before him, using his other spare hand to comb his fingertips through his black locks, tugging at them, muffling his whimpers, wailing.
I don't know." Kurogiri hisses cradling his bloodied arm.
Kurogiri take this guy back!" Shigaraki orders.
I'm sorry I can't move it must be the hero killer's quirk at work." Kurogiri grimaces, glaring to the side.
The word hero has lost all meaning in this society the world is overrun by fakes and criminals like you who chase petty dreams. They must all be purged." Poisonously, Stain seethes snarling, venom laced in the sheer intensity of his tone.
What do you think you're doing? If you touch this palm…I'll kill you. You sure talk a lot hero killer conviction maybe I don't have anything loaded as that. If I had to choose a desire though, yeah it'd be killing All Might if this world wants to worship trash like him, I'll destroy the beloved symbol of peace and crush them while they're in shock. The last of my injuries was just about to finish healing and now this. You should learn not to play with knives. We don't have a healer in our party though." Shigaraki scowls, snatching his steel blade, cracks forming causing iron shards to come crashing down, destroying said blade making Stain's raw reds widen.
"I see your nature it seems our goals fundamentally oppose each other. However, this wasn't in vein. We agree we need to destroy the present." Stain stands removing his blade releasing Shigaraki from being pinned to the ground.
"I'm over this. Leave. Drop dead. I'm the kind of person you hate most right?" Slowly, Shigaraki stands huffing, recalling said fact.
"I was testing your motives. People always show their true colours when on the verge of death. It's abnormal but there is desire, a warped sprout inside you. How will it bloom in the end I wonder? Maybe I'll let you grow if you don't turn out well I'll take care of you later." Stain smirks sadistically, his ruby red gleaming, glowing at the thought.
"You think you can get rid of me?" Shigaraki scoffs.
"I'm free!" Kurogiri gasps.
"Kurogiri someone as crazy as this will be nothing but a problem for the league of villains." Shigaraki dictates.
"Please reconsider. This man will be a great asset if he joins us I'd say this was a success." Kurogiri reasons to Shigaraki.
"My business here is done. Now you'll return me to Hosu there is still several false heroes I must attend to there." Tensely, Stain demands scowling at them.
"Ahh welp the nice thing about having the city on alert is that no villains will dare come out." Manuel smiles softy as he and Tenya roam the streets of Hosu.
"Oh yeah sure." Tenya exclaims.
"Hero killer Stain it was obvious once I looked into your crimes in the seven places you have appeared so far. You have only injured four people maybe there's a reason for that maybe I'm reading into things it looks like a pattern and Tensei's the only person you attacked in Hosu.
"We'll patrol Kiyoto today too sorry if this is so monotonous." Manuel smiles shyly at Tenya.
"No it's better this way." Tenya nods his head.
"Hey…this is kinda hard to ask but…you're after the hero killer aren't you?" Manuel turns to Tenya making him freeze in his steps.
"How did you?" Tense, Tenya questions Manuel.
"I didn't think there was any other reason for you to come to my agency. I mean don't get me wrong I'm really glad you did. But you shouldn't be pursing personal grudges we heroes don't have the authority to arrest people or punish them. The reason heroes are able to use our quirks in the first place is thanks to the strict regulations put on them. That's why no matter how noble the reason may be a hero must not use their quirk for themselves. If a pro used their power for their own selfish desires it would be a very serious crime. I'm not saying the hero killer is incredibly guilty or anything. You just seem like the earnest type you know? I hate for you to focus on one goal and ignore everything else." Sternly, Manuel explains after sheepishly smiling at Tenya.
"Thank you I appreciate it." Tenya nods his head.
"Oh its fine so long as you get what I'm saying so we good?" Manuel asks hopeful before turning his back when seeing his still nod as they continue their daily patrol.
"No…what am I supposed to do with this burning hatred if I can't act?" Angrily, Tenya seethes, snarling, his fingertips curling into his gloved inner palm, feeling his fingertips fidget as a fist forms, shaking, shuddering, quaking. He feels his blood boil, burn, bubble, attempting to deal with it all as he tries to handle it all, angrily as if a volcano was about to burst…
"Hosu city looks nice than I expected. So what are you gonna do?" Shigaraki questions as he and Orochi leave the purple portal, courtesy of Kurogiri as they stand behind the crouched form of Stain staring out at the city of Hosu.
"I will reform it. In order to do so, blood must spill." Slowly, Stain stands drawing out his blades.
"You have a clear goal. Your dedication is admirable." Kurogiri forms into his human form of sorts praising Stain while Orochi crouches down, knelt looking out at the city, his yellows narrowing as his tongue pokes out into the open air, hissing.
"Ahh finally someone who understands." Stain remarks, his ruby reds glancing over at the sad snake boy, his hues now baby blue.
"I get the feeling you enjoy picking on me." Shigaraki huffs scratching at his neck before kicking the back of his head, who seems unfazed as a small stream of ruby red slides down his temple. But he remains stoically staring out at the street, his hollows blues looking out at the city of Hosu.
"Hero is a title for those that have accomplished great deeds. This city is full of false champions, all they care about is money and fame. Until the world realizes its mistakes, I will continue my work!" Proudly, Stain declares before dropping down into the dark depths of the hallway below heading off.
"He talks all high and mighty but he's wasting his time focusing on a small stage!" Shigaraki seethes snarling aggravated.
"Perhaps it's a small stage now but where will it lead? Perhaps to a while theatre room." Wistfully, Orochi finally speaks up his voice hoarse, tired even as Shigaraki goes silent from his words briefly.
"Tch, whatever, he's so noble I could cry." Curtly, he brushes Orochi off as he stretches his arms out.
"You should be inspired by his methods. For every city Stain has appeared in crime rates have fallen. Perhaps because there are more conscientious or perhaps out of fear…" Sternly, Kurogiri begins only making both Shigaraki and Orochi zone out from his tangent.
"Oh isn't that just wonderful! Heroes are working harder thanks to all those murders. I guess you could say our hero killer is a hero breeder. This is getting boring it won't work we can't even agree on a basic level and he annoys me Kurogiri release the Nomu's. You think you can get away with stabbing me? I'll kill you whenever I feel like it but let's make it more interesting. How about I crush your honour and pride first? What do you say big bad hero killer?" Mockingly, Shigaraki sneers stretching his arms out to Hosu, seething, snarling.
"She's here." Shocked, his eyes light up a familiar yellow hue forming flickering from baby blue as he pokes his tongue out further, his eyes sparkling shining making Shigaraki scowl at the hope in his tone. He drops down, descending down into the dark depths of the city.
"Urgh, he needs to stop obsessing over that high school brat it's getting annoying…" Shigaraki tsks, glaring to the side scratching at his neck aggravated by the snake.
"So how was training with Mirio?" Sir Nighteye questions as he and Sayako are on patrol once more.
"It helped a lot; I think I've adjusted to my eye more." Optimistically, Sayako smiles gesturing to her eye flickering blue briefly.
"That's good to know but remember not to overuse it for such a long period. Breaks may work if you wish to draw it out." Sir Nighteye offers as Sayako nods her head taking note of it.
"I want to apologise for my behaviour last time." Tiredly, Sayako sighs.
"It's fine but you must be aware you will have to face him more due to being in the same business. You need to control such triggers emotional restraint is just as important in hero work in order to make the decisions most wouldn't." Sir Nighteye explains to him.
"You're right. I can't excuse myself for how I feel." Frowning, Sayako crosses her arms over her chest.
"You are valid to feel how you do but you shouldn't involve that in your work, people should not suffer due to your shared history. Do you understand Sayako? Sayako?" Sir Nighteye begins only to frown when noting the girl stop in her steps, the hooded figure having shoved their shoulder into hers making her hiss. She turns on her heel, about to call out the rude person only to falter, feeling the voice in her throat die down when her greens meet a pair of mischievous yellow.
"No…." Shakily, Sayako whispers concerning Sir Nighteye alarming him even as a look of panic filters through his face when seeing her dumbstruck expression, unaware of said smirking yellows revealing a familiar phone in his grasp.
"Weaver?" Worried, Nighteye calls out to her as he grabs her arm, his eyes widening when his hue flares purple.
"I have to go." Sayako scowls.
"Sayako you can't go." Panicked, Nighteye calls out to her alarming Sayako at the sheer desperation in his tone, his grip coiled around her wait.
"What?" She furrows her brow glaring at him unaware of the approaching figures approaching the scene as her greens dart to the fleeting figure.
"Listen to me I've seen it you will die if you go towards this fight." Firmly, he tells her making her eyes widen when hearing his words.
"How long did you know…?" Sceptical, Sayako's eyes narrow.
"You can't go to this fight Sayako you mustn't." Nighteye ignores her, his fingertips digging deep into her sleeve.
"What did I tell you Sir Nighteye?" Smugly, Sayako forces a smirk upon her lips confusing him.
"Huh?" Lost, his grip loosens on her.
"About my quirk and yours although they are similar, they are very different. Your power allows you to see into the future while mine looks into the future actions of the present." Proudly, she recites, slipping her hand free from his iron grasp.
"Weaver what are you saying?" Sir Nighteye begins alarmed as she simply smirks at him.
"I'm saying what I said before my power is to change the future you dictate." Determined, she declares.
"Sayako…you could die!" Hurt, he tells her.
"I'll prove you wrong, I'll prove your panicked worrying to be wrong, just watch me!" Scowling, Sayako points at herself before taking off.
"Sayako!" Sir Nighteye calls out to his student, but it falls to deaf ears as he reaches out to her only to watch on helpless. She takes off brushing pass a familiar denim hero, his greens widening when seeing the girl brush past him alongside a familiar pair of raw red. But her own greens remain glued on the hooded figure, on her goal…
*So for those asking I don't really know Sayako's love interest because that isn't my main focus but would love to know who you like her with! Also question what sort of parent do you see Best Jeanist being? Am I keeping him in character? Would appreciate your thoughts and ideas down below.*