"What is he supposed to be famous or something?" Mystified, Magne questions turning to Shigaraki.
"Sensei shown me a picture of them before the so called Yakuza the young leader of the nine precepts of death." Shigaraki explains to him.
"What about the other one's he's pretty cute?" Coyly, Magne wiggles a brow bemused.
"Why thank you my lady." Ryoma saunters over surprising the others to see such confidence as he ignores Toga's blade being drawn ignoring the small chip of nail freely falling as dread courses through Orochi flinching from the man brushing by him, feeling the predatory ruby reds pinned down upon the shaking snake, He leans down, gently taking Magne's hand, kissing the top of Magne's had taking the others aback as he bows before her.
"And such manners." Magne smiles shyly, a faint ruby red tint to her cheeks watching the man bow before turning back to Chisaki furrowing his brow at the smirking Ryoma.
"N-No…" Shaking, Orochi whimpers when feeling the shy slither of a tail teasingly touch his own making him whimper recoiling back curling in on himself.
"Basil? My, my I knew I recognise those glistening gems…" Coyly, Ryoma reaches down to Orochi only to falter when the faint flicker of a blur swiftly strikes.
"Don't touch him." Ryoma turns to the glaring glowering Toga, the blade between both Orochi and Ryoma acting as some sort of barrier between the,.
"Oh? What's wrong? Can't old friends catch up?" Cheerily, Ryoma quirks his head to the side straightening himself.
"You two clearly aren't friends." Frowning, Compress points out seeing said male place his hands behind his back.
"Ryoma you're being too casual again." Annoyed, Chisaki calls out to him.
"Ah apologies." Ryoma bows his head returning to Chisaki's side.
"I remember, master spoke of your father's creation you made trigger." Shigaraki glares at Ryoma.
"My father helped make it yes with the aid of another party. I am but a humble host simply wishing to continue my father's proud legacy." Dramatically, Ryoma raises his hands up in awe at the memory.
"These two are kind of different from us don't you think?" Toga furrows his brow.
"Let this old man teach you my dear young Toga. Back in the day there were a number of frightened organizations that ran the underworld however with the prospering of heroes came the systematic dismantling of those groups. The times come to an end with rise of All Might. Those who were not caught and locked away were basically treated like criminals under constant surveillance and living at the bottom of the barrel. Put plainly these two are endangered species left over from old times." Compress explains to Toga as the snake shakes.
"Are you another one of those types who are on a high after All Might's retirement? And so what business does Mr bottom of the barrel Yakuza and a mad scientist have with us?" Shigaraki wonders.
"Well I can't say you're wrong. No more than all might the fall of all for one was significant the emperor of darkness he who controls all of the underworld my generation regarded him like an urban legend." Chisaki exclaims.
"A boogey man and a rather agreeable partner in business. One who revealed himself after all these years only to be thrown into Tartarus…he sounds almost like a biblical figure does he not?" Ryoma pipes up.
"Nonetheless the elders believed in him and feared him according but now we've heard rumours of his demise in other words there is no longer anyone who rules over the day or the night and so the question is…who will be the next to rule?" Chisaki exclaims to the group.
"If you're saying you know who our sensei is and yet you're asking that question are you trying to stir something up? You've already peeved me off with the way you've treated my associate so let me make this clear for you, the next will be me." Maddened, Shigaraki states the fact firmly.
"Do you have a plan?" Chisaki asks him.
"As of now we are gathering more and more strength and continuing to expand and with our combined power. We will bring down this hero society without fail. An objective without a plan is nothing but mere delusion being presented with delusion only troubles me and my partner. What will you do when you father your strength? How will you pull the strings? What kind of organisation do you plan to build? Stain the hero killer, muscular the hedonistic murder moonfish the escaped death row convict each of them a first class pawn but all gone to waste so quickly. Did you not know how to use them?" Shigaraki explains to Chisaki.
"You know not how to make use of these ranged individuals and yet you speak of expanding your power? What do you plan on doing with this power you cannot control? To accomplish an objective a plan is necessary and I have a plan. I didn't come here today to be asked to join your group." Unamused, Chisaki says.
"Twice next time you bring someone make sure you have your head straight first." Shigaraki tells him.
"To carry out my plan a vast amount of financial capital is needed. A relic of the past Yakuza such as myself is not going to have an easy time finding investors. But if I have a lot of overhyped villains on my side it's a bit of a different story. Come under my wing let me show you how you should be used and then I will become the next ruler." Chisaki tells him.
"Go back." Shigaraki orders but…
"I'm sorry Mr Yakuza and cutie but we're not fathered here to be under anybody." Magne scowls leaping off their crate just as a bright blue aura surrounding both Ryoma and Chisaki being tugged forward.
"Aww are you sure?" Smirking, Ryoma quirks his head to the side smiling.
"Not too long ago I met with one of my friends as timidly and shy of a person she is in spite of my background she accepts me as a friend. She said to me, those who are chained by common knowledge will laugh at those who aren't. It's because I want to live a life without shackles that I am here." Mad, Magne explains roaring raising their weapon to the two but…
"And we want to unshackle you, we want a world where…" Sighing, Ryoma tries to reason but…
"Where we belong is for us to decide!" Magne screams lunging at Ryoma and Chisaki.
"DON'T." Determined, Ryoma roars concern clear on their facial features but…it's too late.
"M-Magne?" Meekly, Orochi whimpers watching stunned shocked as crimson comes spluttering out into the open air, scarily splatters on the floor below.
"You guys threw the first punch." Chisaki tuts shaking his head at the group.
"M-M-M-M-M-M-M-" Orochi begins, their voice cracking breaking but the icy blue soon flash roar red.
"Orochi it's…it's…" Toga tries to call out to him but…
"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL." Roaring, Orochi snarls seething baring his fierce feral fangs out at the two, drawing out the blade once embedded into the crate wall, snarling seething slashing in the air as next he knew…
"Orochi don't!" Shigaraki calls out to him but Orochi's ruby reds glare up at the ceiling, roaring as he is swiftly shut down by the cursed claw of some sort pinning him to the ground below.
"Is that what you call yourself now?" Amused, Ryoma snickers scales spewing out of his cheek, Orochi wails to the high heavens however it falls to deaf ears.
"Argh so filthy that's why I hate this so much." Chisaki huffs.
"Wait compress!" Shigaraki calls out to him.
"Ryoma." Chisaki steps back rubbing at his arm repulsed by the blood as the legs of Magne comes crashing down splashing against the pool of blood. Swiftly, Ryoma draws out his gun from his waist and…
"Argh! My quirk…!?" Taken aback, Compress gasps as next he knew…
"Don't touch me!" Chisaki sneers as said arm outstretched
"M-MY ARRRMMM!" Compress cries out as he falls flat to the ground, his arm disperses long gone from the world as he comes crashing down.
"Shit!" Ryoma curses taken aback as Shigaraki aims at him much to Ryoma's shock as he tries to aim but the bullet misfires as but both Ryoma and Chisaki's eyes meet. Shigaraki lunges aiming at Ryoma's claw pinning Orochi down but…
"Shield!" Chisaki roars as someone stands before Ryoma taking said strike as next they knew, the wall beheading the two came crashing down, crumbling down as a whole horde of men rush in.
"Secure the product!" Panicked, Ryoma complies to Chisaki's command as Ryoma takes out what looks like some sort of pen impaling it into Orochi's neck.
"Orochi!" Toga cries out horrified as said snake cries out at the implement impaled into his neck.
"ARGHH! I'm sorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'm-" Orochi begins spasming shaking, foam spewing out of his mouth claws stretching out of his nails digging deep into the ground below scraping drawing patterns into the ground below before going limp, his baby blue flicking to ruby red before returning to gold as he comes crashing down going limp.
"At least we know it works now…" The man in a gas mask of sorts wears a snow-white hood over his head raising his pistol showing said gun.
"Things would have been cleaner if you just did what we said from the start. I was hoping to be peaceful now that it's like this you won't be able to make level-headed judgment." Tutting, Chisaki curses under his breath.
"We got what we need anyone you don't need to dirty your hands anymore." Ryoma reminds Chisaki.
"Hmm you do make a good point besides it is quite unwise for us to expand anymore of each other's fighting power we've got a casually on each side…let's stop here for now." Chisaki agrees nodding his head turning on his heel, Ryoma uses his foot kicking Orochi upwards swiftly hoisting him over his shoulder as the two leave the others following behind him. Glazed glassy gold glaze into a pair of shaking scarlet…
"I'll kill you, you bastard!" Twice snarls.
"We can talk later when you've cooled your heads." Chisaki dictates.
"And what makes you think we'll want to talk to you again?" Shigaraki seethes.
"You do want to see your friend again don't you?" Amused, Ryoma remarks waving the boy about the place.
"Orochi! Tomura let me cut them…" Toga seethes drawing out one of her many blades.
"It doesn't have to be right away but the sooner the better please take the time to think hard and long about your organisation and what not." Chisaki tells them just as his hand hovers over Orochi making Shigaraki flinch from it.
"What…what will you do with him?" Shigaraki demands.
"Don't worry he'll be alive when you come around whether he'll be there though when you see him next is up to you…" Ryoma tells him.
"Don't-" Shigaraki calls out as Toga is about to lunge forward but stops from his cold curt command.
"Once you've calmed yourselves call me." Chisaki tells them waving them off as they leave the league of villains to their own devices...
"Regarding the first year's hero internship the results of yesterday's conference makes it absurdly clear with the principal at the forefront the vast majority of teacher had the following to say call it off." Aizawa announces to his class surprising a fair few.
"Although given the whole sequences of events that led to the implantation of the school system I suppose it was a given." Aizawa adds on.
"S'WHAT-CHA GET!" Cackling, Katsuki cackles cockily jolting up from his seat.
"Dude…too soon." Sayako sighs at her friend's bright beaming face not even having the decency to hide it sure she felt a small smudge of joy at the news as bad as that sounded but at least she had the decency to hide it.
"Just because you can't participate doesn't mean you have to rub it in." Irritated, Tooru huffs glaring at Katsuki or at the least trying to.
"However there were also those of the opinion that the current politely keeping you all constantly under our protection wouldn't raise you into strong heroes so we reached the conclusion that if limited to offices that have a good track record when it comes to taking in interns the first years shall be allowed to work as interns so says the new policy." Aizawa elaborates.
"GOD DAMMIT!" Katsuki yells as internally Sayako screams the same bowing her head.
"I wonder if gunhead's place'll be all right." Jiro ponders out loud.
"I suppose I should try to reach out to Selkie." Tsuyu considers.
Animatedly, her classmates chorus as Aizawa leaves them to discuss their work studies while Sayako sits slumped in her seat scowling glaring down at the desk, feeling her fingertips curl into her inner palm, ignoring the sharp sting of her sore lip and faint taste of iron gracing her tongue.
"Yoooou aarrrreee here! Heh just kidding!" Merrily, Mirio cheers as Sayako sighs, seemed like a minute ago she was leaving class until being summoned by the alarm.
"Mirio could you be serious for once?" Tiredly, Sayako sighs at Mirio.
"Ah chin up Sayako." Smiling, Mirio winks at her saluting Sayako.
"You try chinning up with extra lessons cramming into your head." Huffing, Sayako combs her fingertips through her blonde roots wincing briefly by her fingertips briefly brushing against another sore spot courtesy of a certain gang orca beating the lessons into her skull.
"Heheh sorry 'bout that but being called in by All Might I'm just feeling so merry." Sheepishly, Mirio scratches the back of his head.
"Aren't you always merry?" Miserably, Sayako sighs at the literal sun before her while she shies away from the sheer intensity of his light.
"Well yeah but it's All Might you know?" Mirio shrugs.
"Not really." Aloofly, Sayako sighs.
"Um…I'm having trouble grasping the situation." Shyly, Midoriya finally speaks up as the two turn towards the other two sat on the sofa.
"Yeah why am I here All Might?" Annoyed, Sayako scowls as she sits down on the sofa, one leg over the other leant on the far side of the sofa while Midoriya is on the other side with Mirio in between both first years.
"Ah come on Saya show some pep." Perkily, Mirio tells the drained girl.
"Maybe if I wasn't studying twenty four seven…" Scowling, Sayako huffs glaring glowering to the side.
"Wow that's… good for you." Impressed, All Might finally speaks up actually impressed, he had seen her results, he had taken note of her grades improving little by little…to thinks he was showing that amount of dedication…
"I know…" Curtly, Sayako snaps making All Might flinch briefly by her sharp scowl.
"Truth is the same goes for me too." Mirio finally confesses chuckling coyly.
"Young Togata is serving as an intern for Nighteye as it happens and Sayako served as a intern as well for a brief time." Tentatively, All Might begins his explanation.
"Really Sayako!?" Surprised, Midoriya raises a brow impressed.
"Yeah remember I told you for my work-study." Sayako sighs leaning into the side of her fist.
"Oh you did mention something about a window…." Midoriya trails off.
"Yep and I've been lucky enough to be with him for a whole year now." Mirio exclaims.
"So that means you'll be a shoo in to become his sidekick once you graduate right?" Midoriya gathers.
"As long as sir does have a change of heart that is." Sheepishly, Mirio chuckles coyly.
"Man that's so cool." Midoriya says amazed.
"Can we get to the point of all this please?" Tiredly, Sayako sighs scowling, fed up.
"Right young Togata, young Sayako from your perspective do you feel that young Midoriya is fit to work under Nighteye." All Might asks the two.
"Hm…" Mirio hums leaning back in his seat.
"I get asking Togata but why me?" Mystifed, Sayako crosses her arms over her chest.
"Because you served with him just as well maybe not as much as young Togata but still…" All Might tells Sayako.
"Hmmm with how much of a nerd Midoriya is for you he should be fine." Flimsily, Sayako waves him off.
"He'd be overjoyed he's always watching your videos after all but why do you feel obligated to use me as a middle if he were to hear from you…" Mirio adds in.
"To be perfectly honest I just can't bring myself to meet him." Honestly, All Might bows his head.
"Ah…exes." Sayako nods her head.
"Yes…he is my ex sidekick." All Might reveals making Sayako do a double take.
"Oh…I thought…" Sayako begins but…
"I can never see him." All Might cuts her off.
"Wow…real mature All Might." Sardonically, Sayako says.
"Because in the end, I became exactly what he warned I would be." All Might dismisses Sayako.
"So…you don't like the fact that he could say I told you so." Scowling, Sayako leans over slightly staring flatly at All Might sweating bullets.
"Anyway what do you think of young Midoriya?" Smoothly, he changes topic making Sayako sweatdrop.
"Smooth…" Softly, Sayako whistles.
"Well what sort of hero do you want to become?" Mirio asks Midoriya.
"I want to be the best hero of them all." Midoriya reveals earnestly.
"Your goal is kinda all over the place but I've got no reason to refuse so sure though I do have one." Mirio furrows his brow.
"What's that?" Worried, Midoriya questions.
"Sayako sir had opened that intern space for you are you okay with it?" Mirio asks Sayako taking her aback by the sudden spotlight and news. He…saved a spot for her…guess his foresight isn't as grand as he thought it to be. Sayako scowls at the thought, feeling her chest constrict at the thought.
"It'll go to waste with me being stuck back here besides Midoriya can finally meet someone as creepy as he is." Aloofly, Sayako turns her head away as she feels all eyes on her much to her frustration.
"I'm not creepy!" Meekly, Midoriya argues but…
"Should I mention your room to the man right there?" Tiredly, Sayako gestures to All Might making him sweat drop.
"P-PLEASE DON'T." Fearful, Midoriya squeaks scared.
"Then I'm outta here." Sayako stands up exhaustion etched into her fatigued facial features as she turns towards the door.
"Wait Sayako!" Midoriya stands up from his seat.
"What?" Sayako scowls ignoring the faint frustration from the sheer sight of the male.
"Thanks…" Midoriya bows before her.
"Eh?" Stunned, Sayako stares down at him taken aback.
"For letting me take your place." Midoriya elaborates.
"Just don't let him down got it? That guy…he's stubborn but he is a good guy beneath that." Tiredly, Sayako sighs feeling her fingertips fidget around the doorknob trying to brush back the irritation and disappointment trying to gnaw at her. Irritated, Sayako sighs just wanting out, just needing some air.
"Yeah. I promise." Midoriya assures her.
"Mirio." Sayako sighs turning the door, shakily sighing.
"Yeah?" Midoriya exclaims.
"Send Sir Night eye my regards." Sayako smirks strained saluting him off turning to leave, the last thing she hears is…
"You got it!" Smirking, Sayako shakes her head from Midoriya's words turning to head to her dorm having much studying to do…
Quietly, Sayako sits down in Todoroki's room, wearing a pale green swear with black straps underneath matching her legging. She sits opposite Todoroki. The essence she brought hangs heavily in the air as the flame flickers, the small shy steamy smoke spews out of it as the two focus on the books before them, focusing on the task at hand or so Sayako had thought…
"…You're angry aren't you?" Swiftly, Shoto takes note of Sayako stabbing her pen into her page noting the faint scars formed upon the page.
"I want to punch something." Scowling, she seethes snarls even feeling her blood boil, bubble, burn even.
"Remember what happened the last you punched someone?" Sighing, Shoto reminds her.
"Yeeeesss…." Groaning, Sayako whines craning her neck back huffing.
"And what did you learn?" Shoto raises a brow making said girl grumble.
"Not to get in people's business." Bitterly, she huffs.
"And?" Shoto asks.
"…Not to punch people in the face." Feebly, she answers.
"Exactly now come on we only got an hour left now." Shoto reminds her.
"Only an hour?" Hollowly heckling, Sayako scoffs scowling, Shoto having no clue the struggle she feels as she continues studying…
"Finally a day off…" Denki sighs relaxed as he brushes his teeth in his PJ's as the sun shines outside peering into the window of the dorm. Both boys are in their pyjamas as they try to wake up for the day.
"What should I use for fap material today…?" Mineta mutters mainly to himself.
"We've all got our own lifestyles after all. We're going to Momo's study session today wanna come?" Denki asks toothbrush in hand.
"Sorry we've got some stuff going on today too. I wanted to go but stuff came up Katsuki asked me to wait for him after lesson." Kirishima sighs.
"Oh he's taking you somewhere?" Surprised, Denki arches a brow.
"Yeah don't know where but it sounds like fun." Shyly, Kirishima smiles.
"Why do we have to wear our uniforms?" Whining, Sayako huffs as she and Shoto stand side by side in their unform, heading towards the door.
"Because it's our supplementary lesson." Sternly, Shoto reminds the grumpy girl groaning, reeling her head back as Shoto gently tugs her forward by the collar steadying the morning mess.
"But it's a weekend." Whining, Sayako scowls draping herself over his side slightly.
"And we're going to lesson." Sternly, Shoto reminds Sayako,
"Urgh this is worst than death…" Whining, Sayako huffs leaning into his shoulder, ignoring the glares sent her way when she turns to ignore the girls glaring only then to turn towards the forest of sorts. Her hues widen when seeing a sweaty Shinso jogging, earphones on in a world of his own. Sayako stares at the lilac haired boy feeling the blistering blush burn her cheeks. She dives her head seeking shelter in her friend's shoulder oblivious to Shinso sensing someone's stare turning towards the source. His hues narrow, glaring glowering at the two specifically a certain dual haired boy baffled by the sharp glare sent his way in the morning.
"What's wrong?" Shoto questions confusion clear on his facial features furrowing his brow by the glare sent his way.
"Nothing. Just tired!" Swiftly, she answers, her voice muffled. She didn't mean to be like this but she just…she couldn't face him not now…not after failing, he had helped her work so hard for the test and she failed him, she failed she…she couldn't do this she just couldn't…she was…
"Oi string girl half and half bastard the hell are you standing around for!?" Surprised, both Sayako and Shoto jolt up at the voice turning towards the stomping scowling blonde before them.
"For you dumbass!" Sayako shouts back at him.
"The fuck you call me!?" Mad, Katsuki yells at her.
"I called you a dumbass dumbass!" Sayako repeats once more making him seethe.
"You're the dumbass!" Katsuki storms over sparks spewing between both hot heads making the flame user between both of them sigh.
"No you're the dumbass!" Sayako shouts back, slamming her head against his.
"You're both morons." Monotone, Shoto sighs at the two children before him seeing the fierce flames from them both.
"What you say!?" Snarling, both Katsuki and Sayako turn to Todoroki simply staring unapologetic.
"Alright you three come on time for some extra lessons." Mic calls out to the group.
"Kill me now…" Sayako groans slumping her shoulders sadly staring at the bus before them.
"Stop moaning." Katsuki scowls at her.
"Stop being a dumbass then." Sayako snaps back at him.
"What was that?" Katsuki snarls baring his fierce feral fangs at Sayako.
"You should be thankful to Sensei for not going so far as to revoke all your privileges." Pointedly, Shoto points out.
"Shut the hell up would ya?" Katsuki snaps back.
"We've got to catch up to everyone else as soon as possible." Shoto reminds the two making them grimace grunting, glaring to the side at the sad fact of the matter.
"You deaf or somthin'!? I told you to walk behind me shitheads!" Snarling, Katsuki bellows at them.
"And I told you to go to hell guess none of us our having our ways today…" Snippily, Sayako huffs.
"Right... time to board the bus." Shoto sighs.
"Urgh…" Sayako groans slumping her shoulders slowly but surely entering the bus taking them off to lesson…
"We're currently transporting eleven members of Chie Hassaikai to Tartarus villain hospital they have also sustained serious injuries their personal items have been confiscated. In addition to the bullets we were told about we've previously found unreported capsules." Sternly, the medic reports holding the bullets in the case as Chisaki lies flat on the stretcher bed, his hands enclosed in a case of sorts.
"What's that?" Surprised, the driver ponders noting the truck in front of them or to be specific the boy on top of the truck.
"In Shogi the point is to take out the king right?" Shigaraki asks as the doors open revealing Compress, Dabi and Orochi.
"It's not exactly that simple." Orochi tells him.
"You got to get past the defences first." Frowning, Orochi adds.
"Indeed they are here just as you said this was the fastest route to the yakuza headquarters to the nearest villain hospital. The stage is ow set thanks for letting us know you're so efficient touga you deserve a round of applause." Compress explains on the phone.
"Jean was the one to remind me to call. Is Orochi with you?" Gently, Toga taps Twice's shoulder seeing him have a meltdown of sorts to the side as they watch the police do their clean up.
"Safe and sound my dear Orochi why don't you say hi?" Happily, Compress offers said phone.
"HIIIIII!" Happily, he shouts earning a sharp look from Dabi.
"Idiot just take the phone you don't have to shout you know?" Dabi scowls at Orochi.
"Sorry Dabi." Orochi sighs slumping his shoulders, his hues flashing blue making Dabi sigh.
"Tch…to think we got into all this trouble cause of your sorry ass…" Annoyed, Dabi glances to the side scowling.
"Fight! Run away!" Anxiously, Twice blurts out.
"I got a little distracted watching Izuku sorry we're not there cause you have to get your hands dirty." Apologetic, Toga tells them.
"Just the one hand my dear." Cheekily, Compress corrects.
"Don't worry compress I'll more than make up for it." Intensely, Orochi smirks sadistically, his hues glowing ruby red, his fierce feral fangs peering out of his lips.
"Your bloodlust is showing…" Shigaraki sighs at him.
"And what if it is?" Irritated, he coolly counters.
"Don't show your full hand just yet Orochi." Compress advises him.
"Tch fine…how come Shigi gets to be on top though I want to be on top?" Whining, Orochi argues.
"Heh…" Dabi smirks slightly from his words.
"What? What's so funny?" Frowning, he turns to Dabi.
"Shut up down there you're being annoying!" Agitated, Shigaraki snaps at the two.
"And this is taking too long!" Orochi twirls the blade in his hand.
"Orochi calm down one mustn't rush perfection." Compress reminds him.
"But…" Childishly, Orochi begins but…
"We'll get him we just need to be careful about this got it?" Shigaraki smooths things over.
"Got it." Orochi grumbles giving in.
"We couldn't get the girl at the centre of our plan but we're pretty sure you will have no problem intercepting the finished product. We also watched the cops load everybody up and I didn't see them take anything. Say hi from us okay?" Toga tells Compress before hanging up leaving the boys to finish things up.
"Oh crap that's Tomura Shigaraki from the league of villains!" Panicked, the driver recognises just as a police car drives off intercepting the two getting between both the villain truck and police truck.
"Hey lizard stop waving I get motion sick." Scowling, Dabi calls out to Spinner driving the truck.
"Don't call me lizard the name is Spinner!" Sternly, he snaps.
"Shut up and focus on driving." Dabi deadpans.
"What would Stain say about this?" Snippily, Spinner grumbles under his breath bitterly.
"Stain would tell you to shut the fuck up!" Sharply, Orochi roars, his hues ruby red once more.
"Oi Orochi cool it!" Dabi calls out to him.
"I want him I wat him now" Hungrily, he seethes gnawing nibbling at his blade just as a small scarlet stream slips out of the corner of his lips, he seems oblivious to it almost as Dabi sighs.
"Stop acting like a spoiled brat." Dabi swiftly steal said blade taking it away from him.
"I swear if lizard fuck ruins this for me if he…" Fuming, Orochi dives down crouching down combing his fingertips through his hair.
"Calm yourself Orochi I understand your hunger for vengeance but…" Compress attempts to explain but…
"Having a temper tantrum ain't the way to do it cool it." Curtly, Dabi cuts Compress off.
"Hey!" Cross, Compress turns to Dabi.
"Urgh…fine." Frowning, Orochi stands up.
"I'm just saying I'm not so sure he would approve." Annoyed, Spinner grumbles.
"Well is he here now?" Impatiently, Orochi demands.
"Orochi…" Shigaraki sighs.
"Urgh…" Orochi rolls his hues.
"It's a necessary sacrifice Spinner I'm counting on you." Shigaraki reminds him as the three glare at the bright blaring ruby red lights of the police car.
"Let's go. What is this?" Smirking, Dabi releases his blazing blue flame only to falter from the sudden patch of sand silencing said flames.
"The league of villains thugs with a grudge against this world." Angrily, a man in a swimming costume exclaims an old one.
"Urgh of course they'd send a pro what a pain Spinner slow down." Shigaraki complains.
"Not so fast! You may be able to disintegrate what you touch but that won't work against sand." Snatch swiftly catches Shigaraki who leaps down about to end it right there and then until being caught by said sand.
"Yeah you got a point." Shigaraki's ruby reds narrow.
"He's getting pretty famous." Dabi remarks,
"Shigaraki is only a misdirection a little sleight of hand if you will." Compress turns to Orochi.
"Gladly." Swiftly, said male tosses the blade up his sleeve at the police car causing it to swerve just as Compress releasing his beady blue ball, opening it to reveal a stone slamming it into the car causing it to swerve and the police car to crash. Shigaraki uses said stone as a platform flipping over to the other van, breaking the window with ease and grabbing the steering wheel bringing the vehicle to a halt.
"Are you alright?" the hero asks the policeman.
"How predictable heroes always prioritize lives." Dabi smirks looming over the back of snatch smirking down at him.
"We've been finding burnt corpses all over the city that's your doing isn't it?" Irritated, Satch demands from the grinning dubious Dabi.
"So my boss isn't the only one people talk about that's nice to hear." Humming, Dabi exclaims.
"Have you ever thought about the family of those that you murdered in cold blood!?" Seething, Snatch demands as his sand tiger strikes at Dabi only to be met by his blazing blue flames oblivious to the slithering snake coming from behind until…
"Just stop getting in the way." Smoothly, Orochi swiftly stabs his blade into the neck of Snatch staring stunned as the sand around disappears before the body comes crashing down, scarlet stream oozing out on the gritty grain below as the two look over at the boy.
"You really are impatient aren't ya?" Dabi remarks seeing Orochi not even bat an eye to the body storming striding over to the vehicle to his main target.
"Just burn his body or something I don't care. Just get him out!" Aloofly, Orochi hurriedly brushes Dabi off his gold glaring at the van before them…
"Tell me again who the next leader is going to be?" Tomura kicks at the table showing Chisaki yelling flat on it staring aimlessly at the sky.
"Did you come to kill me?" Miserably, Chisaki questions.
"What's with that expression aren't you happy to see me?" Orochi peers over getting eerily close, his nose touching Chisaki.
"..." Numbly, Chisaki stares at the snake before him.
"SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT!" Chisaki flashes ruby red raising his fist swiftly slamming it against his cheek.
"…" Numbly, Chisaki stares to the side despite his raw red cheek as Orochi cradles his sore throbbing knuckles.
"Now, now Orochi one shouldn't hurt such pretty hands over such a disgusting face." Compress caresses Orochi's hand hissing lowly under his breath by the sharp sting of his bloodied knuckles.
"I thought of something better… I hate you. Truly. You're too full of yourself." Shigaraki tells him.
"For the arm." Compress reveals a small marble taking off his arm forming it into one of his marbles. He removes his mask briefly with his robotic arm before putting it back on.
"Two little boxes which one holds the finishes product I'll just take both." Shigaraki decides taking both boxes.
"That's mine." Miserably, Chisaki whispers.
"You know what I think Overhaul with someone so obsessed with erasing quirks you shouldn't have one of your own don't you agree?" Shigaraki dictates just as he gently places his hand on his only connected arm.
"ARGHHHH!" Chisaki cries out watching helpless strapped to the table as his arm decays right beofre his eyes.
"You know want to know how your family got this poison out of me? They'd give me hallucinogen's and prod me with tasers each and every second they'd leave me to starve for days…days no water, no bread, no nothing the only thing they'd give me would be pills, pills I fucking hated, pills that I would vomit my insides out of, pills that I barely swallowed half the time pills, pill, pills, pills, PILLS! Just to get a simple sample of some toxin that would destroy your nerves but not completely of course. I wanted you to suffer so I gave you a special sample aren't you special?" Seething, Orochi explains to him before hitting his face each and every time, screaming, screeching before tears freely fall from the breaking down snake screaming, his hues flickering from ruby red to baby blue before being pried from him by Dabi tugging the screaming snake back curling in on himself, holding himself as he breaks down.
"If we don't cut that off your whole body will begin ceasing up. We can't have that now can we? Orochi if you would…" Shigaraki calls out to the snake immediately perking up, his hues flicking gold as he prances over skipping.
"I'd be glad to. Don't bite the hand that feeds you Overhaul." Orochi takes out a scalpel, one he had stolen from the lab, a rusted bloodied blade making Chisaki's heart drop.
"N-No please…" Pleadingly, he begs but it falls to deaf ears.
"Just like that your helpless a quirkless loser and all the fruits of your labour belong to me. Now you don't even have a thumb to suck on! You're doomed to watch from the side-lines as your dream falls apart. Let's do our best yeah!" Shigaraki states as with one swift slice…
"There is it…there is that expression, an expression I've lived for years having, the only expression I'd know until I was supposedly saved. What you feel is but a fraction to what you put me and that poor girl through…I should kill you I should make you beg for mercy like I had done all those years ago…but I won't. I'm not a child anymore after all, I want you to suffer ad what better way than this." Accomplished, Orochi cheers cheerily.
"Backup's coming come on. We gotta go!" Spinner calls out.
"Goodbye Overhaul let' hope for your sake we never meet again." Orochi tells him before turning on his heel, the others following him back into the van as they set off leaving the broken boss of the Hassaikai along anguished as he screeches to the high heavens at the loss of his quirk…
Quietly, Kazz exits out of the theatre, scarlet stains upon his snow-white gloves as he removes them, tossing them in the bin nearby before washing his hands, exhaustion etched into his furrowed fatigued features as he goes about his day. He sighs shakily, grimacing, still unable to really think about it. Mirai was dead…Kazz could feel a range of emotions. He sighs shakily, recalling Akihiko telling him perhaps it is best for him to have a vacation. Normally, he would select a day or so for a day off never really having a full week off…
His hues widen when noting Sayako stepping out of the room, his hues softening slightly when seeing Augustine wave her off as she smiles shyly back. It was good to see her attending her sessions. Still he couldn't help but feel the sharp sting of pain, of guilt gnawing away at him for the chaos he caused for her to go to the therapist in the first place. If he had stayed would Sayako have been happier? If he had done things differently would Sayako have kept her arm? If he had…surprised, he stops when seeing a bouquet in the girl's hand…an orchid? What was she doing with one of those?
Perplexed, he watches Sayako stride towards a familiar room, hi hues widening when remembering said route, feeling himself stop, stunned, paralysed. He watches her enter his room. Shyly, he peers into the window watching on as boxes of all sorts are littered all over the place, he was to leave soon but who had helped pack? Puzzled, he watches on as she enters the room, placing the orchid down on the desk before taking a seat by the bedridden blonde's side, taking out from her bag the latest edition of Vogue.
His hues expand as she passes it to him while she begins packing, no words really needing to be shed, some seem to be shed here and there but it's…comfortable, peaceful between the two as they talk, Sayako sometimes coming over, peering over his shoulder, staring at the magazine page pointing at a fair few articles as the two converse chirpily to each other.
"Kazz couldn't help but stare shocked, seeing them talk so calmly with one another, so normally, so informally. No shouting, no screaming, no poisonous words spat at each other, the air seemed light even as he couldn't help but gawk at the scene before him. He watches as Tsunagu's glassy green combs through her blonde roots, pinching a stray strand as she shrugs sheepishly smiling shyly about it.
"Doctor Sachiko?" Said male jolts up at the voice turning to the nurse.
"O-Oh Ari hi…" Sachiko turns to smile shyly at him.
"Visiting your husband again are we?" Smirking, said nurse wiggles a brow bemused.
"Heh…yeah…" Shyly, Kazz rubs at the back of his neck, stunned. Tsunagu never told him about this…then again he never really asked, talking about Sayako seemed to be a topic that he would assume would only hurt them. He would bring her up now and again. But Kazz couldn't tell him, he couldn't tell him about her arm, about everything but she seemed to have done that for him. A part of him winces at the thought, maybe he should have told him but a part of him thought it wasn't his thing to bear but then again at least it gave father and daughter something to talk about. Unsure, Kazz furrows his brow at the thought before sighing, shaking his head, simply happy to see both father and daughter talking…
"Kai Chisaki, former head of the yakuza group was arrested for the kidnap of a young girl as police were transporting him however, they were attacked by the league of villains. During the scene the sand hero snatch who was escorting the villain was killed while law enforcement was injured. This attack on a villain in custody is an unfounded president failure…" Stoically, the man on-screen reports as the onlookers observe within the bleached white walls of the hospital.
"This is the only thing they've reported on since yesterday." Recovery girl remarks gutting.
"Eh…at least it lowers the heat on the old man…" Casually, Sayako strolls over, scratching her cheek.
"Sayako? Shouldn't you be in your supplementary lesson?" Aizawa's beady black narrow at her.
"It ended so I came here." Snippily, Sayako states scowling.
"Does Mic know?" Aizawa demands from Sayako.
"Does he need to know?" Severely, Sayako sneers poison oozing out of her tired tense tone.
"You know why he needs to know." Annoyed, Aizawa points out.
"And you know why I don't give a shit." Sternly, she snaps back brow furrowing fury flowing through her, turning on her heel to leave, swiftly slamming the door nearby where…
"Sayako hey!" Merrily, Mirio warmly welcomes Sayako staring stunned in the doorway at the man on his back on the hospital bed, stretching his legs, moving them into the open air.
"…Mirio the hell are you doing?" Dumbstruck, Sayako demands from him.
"Just some stretches you know how it is." Mirio shrugs Sayako off.
"Yeaaah…so…how are things?" Unsure, Sayako draws out brow furrowed.
"I could ask you the same thing we're in the same boat you know?" Mirio points out.
"No I mean it's like if I had to compare the same boat, we would be on Titanic like I selfishly splay across the floating piece that could very well carry us both but I simply watch as you drown." Nervously, Sayako rants her tone breaking briefly as she swerves her head about a bit brow furrowing from it.
"Wow…remind me never to watch Titanic." Teasingly, Mirio chuckles lightly smiling sadly at Sayako.
"Eh you're not missing much." Lazily, Sayako drops herself down on the bed by his side, looking to the side.
"So how are the supplementary lessons going?" Intrigued, Mirio asks her.
"Well…I found out that great whites don't poop out of the airhole that they use to breath." Bemused, Sayako snickers slightly smirking strained at him, hollowly heckling at it.
"Wait what?" Mirio does a double take chuckling under his breath bemused.
"Yeeaaah Gang Orca was talking about poop and I may have got flung across the wall for asking." Aloofly, Sayako shrugs her shoulders.
"PPPFFFFF! You're hilarious you know that?" Merrily, Mirio cackles coyly.
"Some have said that yes." Sayako exclaims.
"So how's the arm?" Mirio quirks his head to the side.
"Eh it's getting there, I mean I'm getting better using it to function for everyday life but fighting…? That's a whole other level." Lazily, Sayako shrugs her shoulder staring at her arm.
"Yeah hey you may want to talk to Bombarda." Mirio offers.
"B-Bombarda?" Befuddled, Sayako stutters slightly.
"Hm?" Humming, Mirio raises a brow befuddled by the faint feverish tint to her crimson cheeks.
"S-She's here?" Shyly, Sayako squeaks slightly, her voice cracking breaking briefly.
"Dude are you fangirling right now?" Mirio wiggles a brow bemused by the girl suddenly squealing freezing from his coy smirk.
"N-No shut up!" Sharply, Sayako snaps seething scowling at him.
"Oh my gosh you're fangirling!" Mirio gasps gushing over at the sight of her.
"Mirio shut up!" Mad, Sayako softly hits his shoulder.
"Hahahaha! Aw it's okay I think it's adorable!" Mirio winks at her.
"I will suffocate you with that pillow, my dad's a doctor here I could have him say it was an error in meds or some shit!" Seriously, Sayako scowls at Mirio simply smiling, beady blues gazing into a pair of glaring green.
"Yeah…no you won't." Confidently, Mirio states.
"Or won't I?" Scowling, Sayako arches a brow at the challenge.
"Nope." Smiling, Mirio pops out.
"And how do you know that?" Tensely, Sayako crosses her arms over her chest cross.
"Cause you're a good person." Self-assured, Mirio states the fact firmly staring straight-faced at her taking her aback.
"…No I'm not." Defensively, Sayako step back brow furrowing.
"Yeah you are. Sir saw it just as I did." Determined, Mirio beams brightly as Sayako squirms slightly.
"Mirio…" Sayako begins brow furrowing.
"Yeah I know…I know I lost my permeation and our mentor just passed away I should be full of mopes right? I shouldn't be smiling so much but that's the thing. Sir loved to laugh, heck you know that as much as anyone I haven't seen sir laugh as hard as he had from your questions." Sighing, Mirio confesses a small sad smile upon his lips.
"…Okay may I just say is cereal soup is a valid question." Defensively, Sayako states the fact firmly furrowing her brow at him.
"Yeah like that with each dumb question you asked, I could see Sir's smile, you always brought a smile to people's questions with your words and he could see it just as I did." Fondly, Mirio smiles softly at the memory.
"But I'm being serious you drink it but then you chew it as well…it's like is a hotdog a sandwich or an entirely different thing I mean it's between bread but…" Intensely, Sayako continues ranting.
"And that's what I mean how in depth you'd get with these ridiculous questions…it would always make him smile that's why I refuse to sit around crying. Because I got to focus on becoming a fine hero someday just as you do too. You get that right?" Resolved, Mirio fist bumps the open air.
"Yeah…but I…I don't really smile." Scowling, Sayako looks over at her arm anxiously, her hues darkening grimacing.
"Yeah you do." Dutifully, Mirio argues.
"No I don't." Deadpanned, Sayako states.
"Your smirk is just as valid as a smile." Smiling, Mirio tells Sayako.
"Eh?" Sayako blinks befuddled taken aback.
"You say you don't smile but your smirk is just another form of it sure it may not be as bright or as bold as a smile but it's still something, it still gives hope to people. You make people feel at ease in your own little way and that's something Sir and I saw daily. Plus if I put a gloomy face on it might make little Eri sad." Sadly, Miro confesses to Sayako.
"Little Eri?" Stunned, Sayako blinks baffled by the name drop.
"The girl we saved…heh you should meet her your questions would have her giggling for days!" Mirio exclaims.
"Mirio…you…you really are amazing." Stunned, Sayako whispers in awe almost at the man before her.
"Eh?" Mirio furrows his brow befuddled.
"Even after everything you went through…you're still smiling…you're still so optimistic, you're still…even after seeing how shit the world is you continue to just be you, not jaded, not angry, not anything like that even after losing something so vital to you…you really are strong, stronger than me." Miserably, Sayako sighs softly, her greens glassily gazing down at the ground below, her voice cracking breaking briefly as she tries to blink back the tears threatening to freely fall.
"What makes you say that?" Mystified, Mirio furrows his brow befuddled.
"Mirio…when I lost my arm I became an asshole I'm still probably one but I just…I wanted nothing to do with U.A I…I didn't want to be a hero anymore." Honestly, Sayako sighs sadly bowing her head pained.
"And you think I'm strong?" Mirio arches a brow befuddled.
"Eh?" Sayako says stunned.
"Sayako, you lost your arm, your past was revealed to the world…sure I lost my quirk but my secrets weren't exposed for everyone to hear…you…you went through a lot during that time and I didn't help you. I wanted to but I knew I couldn't not with the state that you were in so I turned my back to you when you needed people the most, I was so busy talking about your next step I never even let you process it healthily…I left you alone with your thoughts and you…yeah sure you moped for a while but now look at you." Mirio reasons to Sayako, his hues softening slightly at her.
"Huh?" Shocked, Sayako stares.
"You're so much stronger now. You're willing to be helped, to let go of that pride, you're willing to smile even in your own way despite just losing Sir, despite just nearly losing your pops, despite the world knowing the truth about you…you can call me strong sir but to me Sayako you're stronger." Honestly, Mirio confesses.
"Mirio…" Sayako begins brow furrowing not quite sure what to say touched by her words.
"Besides…Aizawa told me about Eri's power as she gets older or well gets better with her quirk, he said she may be able to sue her quirk properly then I can try asking her to try to rewind me to the time I still had permeation. Even if that doesn't work, I'm not going to give up on ways to return to normal. I'll probably have to take some time off classes in U.A until my quirk comes back but…don't worry about me I'll be fine." Firmly, Mirio promises her, assuring her.
"…I'll help you." Sayako tells him.
"Hm?" Mirio blinks baffled.
"If there's anything I can do…" Sayako offers.
"I know…after all we got to make sure sir's prediction comes true. We can't let him down so let's both keep on smiling or well smiling in your own way…" Mirio smiles softly at her.
"Okay…I'll be waiting for you." Sayako nods her head resolved.
"I know you will. Besides someone's got to make sure you don't get all jaded and emo again." Amused, Mirio winks at her.
"Urgh stooooop!" Sayako slumps her shoulders groaning.
"Hahaha!" Mirio cackles cheerily, relieved to see the blushing mess of his friend before watching her head back to dorm, having a certain curfew to keep.
"Okay but seriously is a hotdog a sandwich?" Seriously, Sayako ponders out loud as she flops down upside down on the sofa sat by Katsuki watching the TV. His ruby reds glance over at his phone peering out of his pocket now and again as Shoto sits down on the armchair of said sofa.
"We're not talking about this again." Shoto sighs softly, his hues engrossed in the book before him.
"Why not? It's a valid discussion!" Defensively, Sayako argues as Katsuki's ruby red twitch tiredly at the screen presented before him.
"Shouldn't you be busy thinking more on your supplementary lessons than hotdogs?" Sighing, Shoto reminds her.
"You just don't get it you see I need it, it's like when you watch a show you need filler so you can have a break from it you know? Learn things about the show's world or little snippets to make you like the characters more I need this break of sorts so my sponge like brain can absorb more information." Seriously, Sayako attempts to explain oblivious to Katsuki's brow twitching tiredly, glaring, glowering down at the phone from another text he send but the bubble isn't even seen as his text floods the chatroom between both Bombers as the chat calls it.
"Your bullshit is a whole other level dumbass!" Fed up, Katsuki snaps sharply at the blonde.
"Shut up dumbass!" Sayako shouts back at him.
"The hell you call me?" Mad, Katsuki snarls slamming his foot against her leg.
"A dumbass dumbass!" Feebly, Sayako tries to fight back.
"You're the dumbass!" Katsuki barks back.
"No you're the dumbass!" Sayako shouts oblivious to the twitching hue of a certain headphones girl.
"You're both dumbasses." Deadpanned, Jiro sighs at the two feuding blondes.
"Jiro you traitor! Katsuki is clearly the dumbass!" Sayako argues annoyed as she positions herself upwards, lightly shoving Katsuki.
"You wanna die?" Katsuki yells at the unfazed girl.
"Do you want to die you mean?" Mischievously, Sayako smirks up at Katsumi, a glint gleaming in her hues unaware of the pillow that was once by Katsuki's side being snatched.
"ARGHHH!" Sayako scream is swiftly muffled by the prim plump pillow shoved in her face. She squirms struggling against said pillow while the rest of class 1A sweat drop at the animated antics of the two hotheads just then the group perk up at the click of the door just as Sayako feels the pillow pushed into her face cease.
"There you guys are! It's about time you showed up!" Mineta rushes over to the group in their uniform.
"All of us were worried about you." Momo joins in looking worriedly at Ochaco and Tsuyu.
"Yeah we saw the news." Denki turns to Kirishima gesturing to the TV behind them.
"That was so terrifying." Tooru agrees.
"Is anyone hurt?" Sero worries.
"What troublemakers." Mineta huffs.
"Tell us everything!" Earnestly, Aoyama insists.
"I made this for you it's a double chocolate cake." Sato shoves said cake in Midoriya's face taking the green-haired boy aback.
"First Kamino now the yakuza you guys are always getting into such crazy situations do you know how much that scares us?" Frowning, Denki attempts to berate the group.
"We're so sorry." Kirishima sighs at the blonde.
"I'm just glad they're okay." Jiro sighs softly, brow furrowing at the group.
"I mean I don't know…are they? How can we be sure?" Mezo points out.
"Ochako Tsui thank goodness you're okay!" Tooru whines wrapping her arms around the two.
"Ribbit." Tsuyu exclaims.
"That's…a little tight." Ochako smiles strained.
"That's what she sai-OW!" Slyly, Sayako begins before crying out from the swift soft karate chop from the straight-faced Shoto.
"Enough of this! I know everyone was worried but calm down! We all saw the news coverage our classmates have been through an ordeal. If you want to help you should console them quietly and let them rest their bodies and their minds. I'm sure today wasn't taxing just on the body but the mind as well." Tenya proclaims proudly to the others fussing over the group.
"Hey um…Ida, thanks for that. But really? This is okay." Meekly, Midoriya tells the others.
"Then if I may…do you know have any idea how worried I was for you!? It was awful what if you never returned!" Angrily, Tenya berates the two.
"Ah the hysteric mother has returned." Sayako remarks popping herself on the sofa, her chin leaning on the top.
"Take your own advice and chill out."
"I'll go make some lavender tea it'll sure ease your mind urgh where is it?" Fretting, Momo offers rushing over to the kitchen clearly struggling to find it.
"Upper shelf Mo." Casually, Sayako tells her.
"Thanks Sayako." Momo thanks her when opening said shelf seeing the ingredients, Momo not batting an eye to it nor Shoto unlike a fair few eyes from the answer.
"Since when did you like tea?" Katsuki's ruby reds narrow at her.
"Since when did you have a stick up your butt?" Bemused, she smirks slightly.
"I will kill you." Katsuki warns her.
"I'm sure." She scoffs rolling her eyes at him.
"At least have a little bit of the cake." Anxiously, Sato shoves said cake in Midoriya's mouth.
"Why the heck didn't you tell us what was going on man? We were totally blindsided by this." Sero sighs at him draping his arm over his shoulder.
"Sorry we were sworn to secrecy." Kirishima apologies.
"Hey so I'm glad you're okay…" Mina smiles shyly at Kirishima who shyly smiles back.
"Course they were Bombarda was with them." Ojiro points out as Sayako turns to look over at the furrowed frown of Bakugo.
"Yeah the way she beat that beast guy was awesome!" Sato gushes.
"Yeah did you see how fast she flew?!" Tooru exclaims unaware of the furrowed frown of Katsuki.
"Heh you know Bombarda's been making her way to the top, some would even call her the dom hero." Hungrily, Mineta remarks.
"And some with brains would call her an actual hero." Huffing, Jiro swiftly slams her earplugs into Mirta making him cry out at the swift strike.
"Yeah…I didn't get to see much but she was pretty cool at the scene." Shyly, Kirishima scratches the back of his neck.
"She reminded me a bit of Bakugo blasting everything in sight." Tsuyu remarks.
"What!? No way! Bombarda is like super cool I mean she's sort of like a silent protector you know!" Denki remarks.
"Silent? You sure we're talking about the same hero?" Ojiro remarks as Sayako looks worriedly towards Katsuki, shaking, quivering, quaking in his seat.
"The same hero who is on every mag about her dumping the top pro hero Hawks then yeah!" Excitedly, Tooru gossips.
"Hey so…I'm glad you're okay." Meekly, Mina tells Kirishima.
"Yeah getting there anyway." Kirishima smiles softly at her.
"Right got it." Mina sighs softly.
"Yo Kachan, Sayako what are you two doing over there sulking for? Admit it you were out here worried am I right? Aw let those feelings out why don't you? You know this guy was glued to the screen the entire time it was showing it on the news!" Denki calls out to the two draping himself over the sofa smiling at the two. Sayako looks worried when Denki tries to reach out trying to tease Katsuki but…
"Time for bed." Bluntly, Katsuki stands up pushing Denki aside.
"Huh? What seriously? But it's so early."
"Unlike the rest of you nerds I got stuff to do so do you Sayako come on." Katsuki remarks hands shoved into his pockets beofre taking one out to swiftly watch Sayako by her collar tugging her off said sofa.
"Urgh but I don't wanna." Whining, Sayako argues as she is dragged away.
"And I don't give a shit I ain't having your ugly ass drag me down tomorrow!" Katsuki yells at her.
"Hey I'll have you know my ass is amazing! I was a model for a reason you know?" Sternly, she snaps back.
"Probably to make up for that empty head of yours." Katsuki berates her.
"You wanna die?" Sayako snaps at him.
"Didn't you say it's do you want to die?" Smugly, Katsuki barks back at her.
"You…" Seething, Sayako begins snarling gritting his teeth together when…
"Don't suppose we could have some model shots?" Sneakily, Mineta asks only to flinch from both sharp scowl sent his way.
"DIE!" Together, both Bakugo and Sayako snap swiftly silencing said grape boy now one with the cracked crater of the wall, his ghost floating out of his battered, beaten, bruised body.
"Hey you guys I'm glad you're all back and safe but I got to get to bed." Shoto joins in taking out his phone furrowing his brow by the screen shown before him.
"Huh? Why am I surprised by geezers?" Denki huffs.
"Sayako you too." Todoroki joins in.
"Urgh I knooooow…" Sayako sighs slumping her shoulders.
"I understand Todoroki but Bakugo and Sayako too?" Tsuyu remarks seeing said girl straighten herself out of Katsuki's hold heading to her won room.
"They've got their provisional license training course tomorrow but still, it is pretty early…" Jiro reminds them as the three head to bed, settling in unaware of a certain blonde boy in bed taking out his phone, furrowing his brow by the app he opens up, showing faint flickers of photos he slides to the right, one showing a younger him sitting on the lap of an older Katsumi smiling at the photo while he himself glared firmly focused on the all might figure in his hand.
Another swift swipe shows a different photo of the two, a younger him watching on as a struggling Katsumi is holding rails on either side of her, prosthetic firmly attached, another photo soon shows the two of them, they are perched on top of a mountain in their gear grinning. The final photo is of the two of them, Katsuki in his causal clothes while Katsumi is in her hero attire, Katsuki's hues widen when seeing the teardrop splatter upon the smooth screen as next he knew, he was rubbing furiously with his backhand trying to wipe the tears away as he swiftly shut off his phone, slamming his head into the plump pillow below before descending down into the dark depths of his dreams…
*If you want the raid story you may want to go to Bombarda for that side.*