So, I'm not going to do this quietly, but I retconned in Izuku having an alignment to Ether, it made sense to me, since it's used in the binding of Spirits to physical forms. The stat sheet for him at the end of the last chapter has been updated to account for this.

- Souji X-

"Majin" Okita Souji, Counter Guardian of Alaya and the potential fate of Okita Souji, first captain of the Shinsengumi if she had survived the tuberculosis that had claimed her life at the age of twenty five at the cost of a pact with Alaya and being summoned at her prime of eighteen, stepped into the room without a noise, missing both her signature boots and odatchi, Rengokuken. Finally, after a few minutes of watching the other girl nodding off, she spoke, "You know he wouldn't want you to neglect your health for him."

Mash span, eyes growing wide as she reached for a shield that wasn't there, nearly throwing herself between Souji and Izuku and preparing for a fight, before blinking and tilting her head, "What happened?"

Souji cracked a smile, reaching up to tug on the normally white hair on top of her head, which was currently black with soot, "The Casters and a small amount of other Servants have entered a small war in the workshop over Izuku's new cane. They're essentially incapable of agreeing on anything other than it enhancing his fire and air magic as far as it could go, to the point that some particular… endeavoring members of the group believe they should attempt to recreate the Monte Cristo Mythologie. Or perhaps more insanely, attempt to transfer part of the Crest to Izuku."

"Helena?"

"And Edison and Tesla," Souji added, "though don't tell them that I said they were agreeing on anything. It's almost assuredly going to fail, they wouldn't be able to do it without a vivisection of Dantès, and even if that was physically possible, given Enfer Château d'If, Izuku would be very unhappy when he woke up. But on the slightly more reasonable side, and I do mean 'slightly', the other Casters cannot agree on what form the cane should take, or if it should even be a cane. Several hold out for a staff, and even those cannot agree on how the staff would look. So yes, we're dealing with a minor war. Let us hope the Bounded Fields hold. The ones in here are doing their job well, luckily."

Said job being to mute out noise from outside and within the room. Several people (Souji included, if she was truly honest) had held out hope that that had meant Izuku intended to take a lover… but instead it turned out he didn't want the numerous, and incredibly varied noises that having a few hundred Servants within the confines of the Shadow Border, even expanded as it was by the numerous Bounded Fields created by the greatest mages in human history, to distract him when he was creating one of his madcap plans.

"I'll take over for you," Souji said, stepping around the giant wolf laying at the foot of the bed and sitting across from Mash and taking Izuku's hand, "I love him just as much as you."

"What if I killed him?" Mash asked weakly, "What if I used too much energy in that shot and-?"

"Our Master is a fighter," Souji stopped Mash dead, "He always was and always will be, Mash. If Lobo breaking his leg didn't stop him, if impaled by Sut-Typhon didn't stop him, if fighting Gut didn't stop him… this won't stop him either. We can be sure of that. He may be taking longer to recover, but he will recover. That's just who he is. So long as there is evil in… well, the world we're journeying to now, he will work to stop it."

"But if I-"

"If you did," Souji said, silver eyes fixing on Mash, "which you didn't, because Midoriya Izuku will not rest until he has saved as many people as possible, it is who he is… then Izuku died doing exactly that. He died stopping a Beast, saving the entirety of the Proper Human History. But you didn't. Go get a warm meal, take a shower, sleep for a bit, Mash. Lobo and I will hold the vigil until you return, and if he should wake before then, you will be the first to know."

"Thank you," Mash said, standing up and rubbing her eyes below her glasses, "I just… I don't want to lose him."

"None of us do," Souji said, smiling at Mash, "the Caster War would not be happening if they thought it was a possibility. Go."

Souji waited for Mash to step out of the room before quietly pressing her lips to Izuku's hand, murmuring quietly, "Please do wake up soon, Izuku. Despite the chaos, it feels empty without you here to head it off."

- X Paracelsus X-

Philippus Aureolus Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim, or, as he was more commonly, and preferred to be known as, Paracelsus stepped out of the workshop and headed towards the mess hall. His work wasn't getting anywhere with the loud and violent arguments tearing the workshop to smithereens.

Stepping into the innocuous doorway down the hall from where he had started, Paracelsus pressed a button and crossed his arms behind his back as he waited for the elevator that shouldn't have fit within an APC turned ship like the Shadow Border to travel up more floors than logic dictated should exist, otherwise known as "Two cramped ones". The wonders of Magecraft going as far back as the Age of the Gods.

It also made different depths of the Border have different layouts, designs and cultural styles. That was made obvious as they stopped on one floor and it opened to an Egyptian palace. Paracelsus quietly bowed his head to Cleopatra, before they continued up.

"Going to join Asclepius to check on Master?" Cleopatra asked.

"Yes," Paracelsus said, keeping his eyes up to avoid catching sight of the Last Pharoah's underwear through the slit in her white dress, "it's time for his daily examination, and even if I can't do much for accelerating his recovery from using the Black Barrel, we can at least monitor his leg."

"Do you have any idea when he'll wake? Lord Rameses has been disappointed to not have him around to drink and play senet with. He was actually speaking of going down to help with the design for the Mystic Code you were working on. Who better to help forge a weapon of fire than the Sun Himself?"

Given worries Izuku had expressed to Paracelsus, Asclepius and Leonardo during his last physical, he highly doubted Izuku would have been missing the first one even if he had been conscious. Not that he would ever admit it to the many Servants who felt drinking with their Master was a good way of bonding. Only the first Old Man, Paracelsus, Leonardo, Asclepius and Dantès knew of Izuku distaste for alcohol, as far as the alchemist knew. And as for the second part of her statement… well, Paracelsus was going to reposition his workshop to Asclepius's room as soon as he was done with Izuku. If the so-called "King of Kings" was going to descend to the workshop, it wouldn't bode well for anything, and he didn't want the supply of klironomia he had gathered prior to the collapse of the Olympic Lostbelt to be destroyed.

"Within the month, likely," Paracelsus said, "So by the time we surface, should we surface, he will have awoken."

"Go-" Cleopatra's eyes widened as the elevator stopped, letting her see someone in the mess hall, "I'll speak to you more on this later. Mash!"

Paracelsus blinked as he saw Mash sitting at one of the tables, sighing in relief as he watched her be pulled into a hug by the Pharaoh. Well, he doubted Izuku was alone, but at least someone had got her to rest. She had a weak enough constitution when she wasn't drawing upon Galahad as it was.

- X James Moriarty X-

James Moriarty stopped in the doorway of the room, coughing into his hand as politely as possible. When Mash looked up, he gave her a small smile, "Do you mind if I come in, my dear?"

"No," Mash said, shaking her head. If it had been nearly anyone else, James would have suspected she had meant "Yes, I do mind", but Mash was quite intelligent and far too kind for her own good. He nodded, resting his cane against the wall and sitting down across from her.

His eyes jumped down to the far too large wolf laying at the foot of the bed before offering him a smile, "So this is where you went, Lobo?"

"My child is hurt," the wolf growled, only James's skill as an animal whisperer letting him understand the wolf, "I will protect my child until they're better."

"Something I'm sure he'll be thankful for when he wakes," James said, before glancing at Izuku. An intravenous drip had been brought up from the medical ward, alongside several other monitoring devices. His heart rate was steady, which was good, and his oxygen levels were also fine and-

Good God, becoming close to Izuku was one of the most hare brained schemes he had ever devised and that was including the Reichenbach Falls incident. Merging with Max the Freeshooter hadn't been the flaw in the plan, it had been deciding to befriend a boy who seemed supernaturally skilled at worming his way into people's hearts.

"I wanted to let you know that we're making good progress," James said, "though I worry that Young Voyager may be picking up some… less than admirable language from Captain Drake, if you'll pardon the pun. It turns out that all you need to make such an insane voyage is four Servants with rankings in Voyager of the Stars."

"I'll send Atalante to stop it," Mash said, standing up and picking up the phone, hesitating for a long moment. James stood, gently taking the phone from her hands.

"Atalante," James said, "if you would be a dear and report to the Captain's Quarters when you have the time, if would be greatly appreciated. Thank you."

"Thank you," Mash said, face bowed, "I… Senpai is normally the one who uses that."

"And if there was anyone he would want to speak with his authority," James said, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder, "it would be you, my dear. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave now and return to the bar. I'm sure someone is already considering pilfering it in my absence."

"Yes," Mash said, nodding, "Thank you, Professor."

"And if you need me," James said, adjusting his coat and opening the door, "I'm a call away, or, if you're feeling up to it, at the bar. We could do some lessons in Maths or Physics."

"I need to watch Senpai," Mash said, sitting down and taking his hand.

"Then call me if you need me," James said, slipping from the room and towards the elevator as Atalante stepped out, her green eyes watching him warily.

"Why did you call me, Moriarty?"

"Mash wanted you," James said gently, "but couldn't bring herself to use the PA. You'll forgive me?"

"If she gives the same story," Atalante said, before stopping James with a held out hand, "Where's your cane?"

"I seem to have misplaced it," James said, "Quite unfortunate, but far from prohibiting for a Servant. May I go?"

Atalante nodded, letting him enter and hit the button leading to the bar. When the doors opened, he only had one patron.

"Give me a moment," James said, taking off his overcoat and hanging it before cracking his fingers.

- X Izuku X-

Izuku sat across from the member of NFF, drumming his fingers on the table and checking the watch on his communicator in boredom. They had been like this for a couple of hours, and it wasn't likely to stop anytime soon. He wondered of they would let him get away with calling Ma-

The door swung open, and his interrogator turned around speaking in English, "Hey, did you- who the hell-!?"

The man fumbled with the gun at his hip, only for his head to snap back with an quarrel lodged in his eye, a black clad man wearing a bird mask holding a compact crossbow in one hand and a hatchet in the other. They raised the hatchet, stepping towards Izuku. He pushed back, the chair grinding against the metal floor as the hatchet sank into the table.

An image of a piece of flint sparking flashed as Izuku angled his thumb at the black clad… (man? Woman? What were they?) thing and breathed out, "Jetburn."

A small beam of blue flame, less than a dozen millimeters across, launched from the space between the second knuckle of his thumb and first joint of his index finger and through the head, dropping them a second later. Well, at least they didn't have Magic Resistance…

Izuku forced himself to stand using the chair as a brace, limping towards the entrance and with a stifled hiss of pain, lowered himself to draw the gun of the dead NFF member, a revolver, and slipping the bandolier off and around his shoulders. Gun laws be damned right now, they were in the Antarctic anyways…

Stepping out of the room, Izuku tensed as several identical black clad men came. With one hand, he aimed the gun while pulling his other arm back with splayed fingers. Flint sparked, and Izuku barked, "Hell's Spider!"

Blue flames slashed across the charging figures' chests before winking out. Yeah, he figured it was a bit much to hope that one would work. Gritting his teeth, Izuku breathed in and made his decision, "Edmond, I need you!"

Suddenly, the Cavern King appeared between Izuku and the quarrels being fired towards him. The Count's golden eyes raked the bird masked men, before Monte Cristo Mythologie ignited along his arms and he kicked off towards them. Izuku reached up and pressed his communicator band, "Mash? Da Vinci? Are you there?"

"Yes," Mash said, as Izuku turned around spreading his fingers as more of the bird men approached, "Senpai, what's going on?"

"Jetburn Five Count!" Izuku barked, small beams searing through the skulls as Edmond continued to rip through the enemies behind him, "We're under attack, I don't know who's doing it, but they're killing the NFF. Are you alright, Mash? Da Vinci?"

"We're fine," Mash said, "I was with Da Vinci when the attack happened, getting a medical check up. Da Vinci is just busy fighting these enemies."

"You three," Izuku blinked as Holmes's voice came out of the communicator, "I'm sending a location to your communicators, come meet me there."

"How are you-?"

"I deleted all recordings of my Saint Graph precisely if something like this happened," Holmes said, "There's no time to waste."

"I need to get my crutch and lighter," Izuku said, "Then me and the Count will be right there."

"Don't take unnecessary risks, Izuku," Holmes warned, "You are still history's last master."

"I'll do my best," Izuku said, turning towards the Count, "Help me get to it?"

"Of course," the Count said, wrapping one of Izuku's arms around his shoulders, "Let's get those and get out of here."

- X James X-

In a lot of ways, James thought as he stepped behind the counter, almost nothing he had seen or done in his life was as surreal as seeing Edmond Dantès sitting at the bar alone. Few people knew anything about the Avenger class Servant, and one of those things that was unknown was where he went when Izuku didn't need him.

But when Izuku did need him, Dantès was a consistently present shadow of the Master of Chaldea. If Mash Kyrielight was the bulwark that stood in front of him, the equivalent of Svalinn from Norse Mythology, the shield that guarded the sun (though admittedly, Svalinn kept the sun from damaging the planet while Izuku… well, he was far too good natured for that), then Edmond Dantès was the shadow cast in its wake.

In James's mind, they had become very nearly synonymous. It wasn't Izuku Midoriya, Mash Kyrielight, and Edmond Dantès. It was Izuku Midoriya and Mash Kyrielight and Edmond Dantès. It was like rain and lightning and thunder or fire and ash and smoke. You could have the second and third without the first, but it was a rare occurrence, it was much more common to see the first without the other two.

"What do you want?" James asked.

"Rum," Edmond said, "or brandy or gin. I'll take any of them."

James nodded, pulling a bottle of rum off the wall and stopping at the icebox, "On the rocks?"

Edmond shrugged, and James added a few cubes to the glass before pouring more than a healthy dose of rum into the glass and handing it to the Cavern King, who nodded quietly and murmured out a thanks, beginning to drink.

"You seem a bit lost," James finally said, sitting on the stool behind the bar. Edmond shrugged again.

"I guess you could say I am," Edmond said, "There's no innocents to avenge in the Imaginary Numbers Sea, Izuku has no need for me in the state he's in… I have no idea what I should be doing."

James could understand that. Avengers were defined by, at the risk of stating the obvious, their need to Avenge, it was burned into their Saint Graph. Their namesake Class Skill made them stronger when they were doing so their second, Oblivion Correction, meant that they would never forget a grudge once one was created and their last, Mana Replenishment, allowed them to sustain themselves so long as they had a grudge to avenge.

And so, it went without saying that the Heroic Spirit of Vengeance was lost when there was no vengeance to be delivered. And unlike the other Avengers on the Shadow Border (or, as it was at the moment, the Storm Border) Edmond Dantès didn't have something to draw his attention away from that fact, nor was his hated rival on the ship with them.

"Well then," James said, drawing two expensive bottles, one of cognac and the other of gin from under the counter and beginning another drink, "If you wouldn't mind, I would like to drink with you until another patron arrives. To Izuku's health."

Edmond nodded, taking the offered bottle and raising his glass, murmuring the same toast.

- X Izuku X-

Izuku limped into the chamber room with his cane and lighter, grabbing both as he heard the Cavern King slaughtering more of the black clad soldiers behind him. Latching the forearm crutch around the arm on his good side, Izuku stepped out into the hall as yet more of the black clad men to the Count's assault, holes ripped through them as fire burned their skin. Izuku turned to the other side, leaning on the crutch and flicking open the lighter that had been a gift from him.

"Jetburn!" In his mind, the flint was sparked, this time accompanied by the same happening in real life, the alchemical symbols for fire and air flashing on the lighter. Compared to the small blasts that had come before, the new one was a torrent of white flames, tearing through the men like chaff paper, "Avenger! We're leaving!"

The Count nodded, landing next to Izuku as the Master began to move towards the area Holmes had designated, each using their respective fire magecraft to burn away the black clad men. Finally, they stepped into a hallway covered in hoarfrost, and Izuku's eyes landed on the platinum blond haired girl standing and staring at them, several of the men impaled on ice spikes the size of trees.

"An?" Izuku said, breathing a sigh of relief and rushing towards the shorter girl, reaching out to touch her shoulder, "What are you-?"

Viy appeared suddenly, the shadow rearing back it's hand as a spike of ice formed and-

Izuku was grabbed by the Count, carried backwards in a burst of speed that should have snapped his neck as the spike ripped through the air where he had been. The teen girl hissed in a voice like ice, "Who granted you permission to touch me, peasant?"

Izuku's hair stood on end, and he used his crutch to stand, "You're… you're her."

Izuku woke in the middle of the night, eyes jumping to the door as it shook. Nobody tried to break into his room anymore. They knew it was a good way to make him less likely to listen to any request they had, so…

"You're gonna have to pick the lock yourself," Izuku said, "I'm not getting u-"

The door swung open, and Izuku blinked as he watched Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova stand in the doorway, her familiar Viy hovering around her with glowing blue eyes before vanishing and leaving the teen Servant alone… shaking and alone.

That wasn't good.

"An?" Izuku said, sitting up and swinging his leg off the bed so he could force himself to stand. He stepped towards her, only for her to rush forward and tackle him to the bed, burying her head into his chest and bursting into tears. That wasn't good, not at all. She had been conscious through the Reds' executing her, cutting her to pieces and burning the pieces so anything that was distressing her this much… "Hey, hey… what's wrong?"

"I… I had a dream," Anastasia said, voice shaking, "There was another me, and she was killing members of Chaldea and… and… and YOU. It was wrong, so wrong, just… it wasn't right, it was-"

"Hey," Izuku said, taking her shoulders and offering her a smile, "If Sut-Typhon didn't stop me, an Alter version of you won't. I promised I wouldn't leave you, and I don't plan to."

"Promise?" Anastasia repeated.

"I'd kneel and do it, Tsarina," Izuku said, "but my knee makes that a bit difficult to do."

"Don't call me that," Anastasia said, rubbing her wet eyes, "I never got a coronation, father abdicated the throne and the Russia I would have ruled if I had survived is gone. I'm just the Grand Duchess, Tsarevna. Can I stay with you tonight?"

Oh, son of a gun, "Yeah. But just for tonight, we don't want any of the other Servants getting the wrong idea. Come on."

Anastasia climbed onto the bed, and Izuku began to sweat bullets. If anyone came in, there was no way this wasn't going to explode into a massive rumor about how History's Last Master had taken the Grand Duchess as a lover. And there was no way he would ever manage to stamp those rumors out.

"You're the other Anastasia," Izuku said, forcing himself up as Da Vinci and Mash rushed up behind him. The Command Spell shaped like a shield emblazoned with a sun glowed, and he growled out, "Servant Galahad, Rise to the Siege Perilous and deploy."

The first layer of the shield flashed, and Mash's outfit switched to the one she had when she was a Demi-Servant, an armored leotard and Lord Camelot slammed down in front of her. Mash immediately gripped the shield.

"All three of you," Izuku said, eyes blazing, "Engage."

- X Viy X-

The Viy doll Anastasia had given Izuku for Valentine's Day moved it's head, taking a moment to glare at its mortal enemy, Mini-Cu, before continuing on to stare at Izuku with a little urging of the Contractor. Out of the corner of their vision, Viy saw Mini-Cu give it a shark-like grin and spin his small replica spear once before planting it on the desk.

As soon as the Contractor's Contractor woke, their clash would be the calamitous event mortals wrote Epics about. Worlds away from this one would hear the destruction they wrought!

Viy, the Contractor sighed and Viy crawled towards the bed where the Contractor's Contractor lay, but not before making a facsimile of a rude gesture towards Mini-Cu, who returned it with his hands (Why couldn't the Contractor given them hands?). Standing in front of it, blocking it from sight was the female non-contractor with green hair and feline ears talking to the pink one. Ears twitched in his direction before the cat one pointed at him, and he froze as the pink one stood and… picked him up?

"Does Anastasia want to see Izuku?"

Viy knew those names! They were the Contractor and the Contractor's Contractor! He nodded, and the pink one walked over and plopped him on the nightstand next to the bed. Viy cracked open his eyes a tiny bit more, barely paying attention to the conversation happening next to him.

"I'll- -before Drake corrupts him," the cat one said, "-if Izuku wakes?"

"Of course," the pink one said, and the cat one left the room.

It's closer to lilac, Viy, the Contractor said, voice tinged with sadness as they looked at the Contractor's Contractor. He was clearly recovering from something, the strange devices the humans used surrounding hi-

Viy blinked as a spear punched through his chest, just once, before he slowly turned to look at the grinning face of Mini-Cu. He… had stabbed him.

After they had made a covenant of non-aggression until the Contractor's Contractor was recovered. He had violated the covenant.

He had violated the Covenant!

MINI-CUUUUUU!

Viy ripped himself off the spear, whirling in place as his eyes snapped open as wide as they could, the lids scraping across the floor and tackled Mini-Cu off the bedside table.

-X Anastasia X-

Anastasia stifled a sigh as several Servants stopped in front of a line of howitzer in Sumerki Kremlin, walking around the center of her Noble Phantasm. A silent will sent the guns going off, scattering Cú Chulainn and Geronimo, as they dodged the attacks while Circe threw up a shield and Ozymandias… didn't even bother with that, just weaving around the shots fired at him with a look of, at best, bored indulgence on his face.

Well that wasn't fair at all! Izuku was her Secret Agent, she should be the one who got to make him a new cane! She already had to share him for literally everything else!

And besides, fire was goddamn hot! They could use his affinity to do the other half of the thermodynamics and make webs and spears ice!

And of course Viy decided to get into a fist fight with that stupid doll at the most inopportune time possible. It had been funny before now, but now? Now she needed Viy and they weren't gonna be there!

Anastasia grumbled under her breath, the howitzers reloading themselves as they went. She wasn't going to be out of the running for making it yet! They were going to have to tear her kicking and screaming from the fortress before she gave up!

- X Izuku X-

"Detective Holmes?" Izuku said into his communicator, staring down the dark clad figures and flicking open his lighter.

"You're going to tell me I need to come to you, aren't you, Izuku?" Holmes said.

"Yeah," Izuku said, "Sorry."

"It's fine," Holmes said, "It's fine, I was prepared for this eventuality, of course. Send me your location and be ready with Mash and Da Vinci."

Izuku glanced at the fight behind him, watching Mash pant for air. Was Galahad… was he seriously!?

"Understood," Izuku said, "Midoriya out."

"And don't take unnecessary risks," Holmes said, "We need you, Izuku."

Well, that didn't bode well for anything… yeah, it was nice to imagine he was needed, but there were plenty of Servants he had summoned who couldn't use their most powerful Noble Phantasms because his output of Prana was too low… by several orders of magnitude.

Izuku tightened his grip on the lighter, igniting the flame and hardened his heart, "Hell's Spider!"

The flames flashed across the space between them, enclosing into a cage around the black clad men and collapsed inwards along the thin lines of Ether, slicing them to pieces and searing those pieces to ash. As more approached, he snapped the lighter again, only for nothing to happen. Izuku stared at it in horror, snapping it twice more before glancing back at the Other-Anastasia, hoarfrost cracking around the neck of his shirt. His An couldn't do anything that strong…

"Detective," Izuku said into the communicator, hiding the fear in his voice, "I hate to say this… but if you don't get here very soon, I don't think you should bother coming…"

"Very well," Holmes said, "Count, I would suggest grabbing Izuku and moving as far away from the fight as possible for a moment."

"Viy," Other-Anastasia said, and a shadowy hand reached out for the Count, only for it to be pulled back with a roar of agony as Monte Cristo Mythologie blasted the hand and seared away the smoke, and Izuku was lifted away from the battlefield in time for a man to step into the hall. That… that wasn't Holmes.

The man had long brown hair and was wearing a pastor's garb, one arm crossed behind his back and the other held out in front of him.

"You're late," Other-An said.

"My apologies," the pastor said, "I had to deal with some… loose ends, let's say. Shall I-?"

"Deal with the Castor," Other-An said, "I can deal with the one with a shield."

"Edmond," Izuku hissed, struggling against the iron grip around his torso, "put me down."

"And let you get yourself killed?" The Count of Monte Cristo retorted.

"The master is right there," Izuku snapped, swinging his hands and creating wires of ether around the priest's neck, igniting them and pulling tight…

Only to fall silent as the wires snapped against his neck like a guitar string against scissors. Oh, cr-

Izuku didn't have time to blink before the man was on Da Vinci, punching a hole through her and clutching, "No!"

More Ether wrapped around the hand, and it was all Izuku could do to keep him from crushing Da Vinci's core, gritting his teeth, he ordered with a flash and the burning of a second of his Command Spells, "Edmond Dantès! Use Monte Cristo Mythologie on these!"

"I would have done it if you just asked," The Count said, before igniting the Ether and leaving the Priest Heroic Spirit in an unenviable position of having the fires of hell rushing straight for him. The Priest took the message, dropping Da Vinci's core and letting Mash grab it as she rushed away and Izuku let go of the lines, barely avoiding having his fingers incinerated by the same flames.

"Incoming," Holmes said, before an APC smashed through the wall and forced Other-An and the Priest back, a door swinging open, "Come on!"

"Where did you-?" Izuku started, only to be hoisted up into the vehicle by the Count as it began to reverse, falling back through the hole it had entered through.

-X AN X-

I did not enjoy writing that last part. It was completely unpleasant for me to write, so if it feels a bit rushed, that's why.

Also, that Goddamn Hot joke is going to make NO sense to most readers if they don't keep the Big Lipped Alligator Moment of Anastasia randomly showing up during this year's summer event to only yell those two words and then promptly drop off the face of the event the same.

And yes, I do enjoy making Izuku suffer, could you tell from him sweating bullets?

Thoughts, questions and opinions? Good? Bad? Meh?