I had been lucky. Only a few cuts and bruises from fighting the villains with Eraserhead.
Holy motherfucking shit. I actually fought side by side with ERASERHEAD!
I shook my head. No time to fangirl now. I managed to sneak away after a paramedic looked me over and cleared me.
I held my breath as I pressed call.
"Hey. Is he alright?" I nodded. "Good. Give me five minutes, then come get me." I hung up.
I leaned against the brick wall in the alleyway. I had to make sure I wasn't followed. It didn't seem like it. Everyone was too preoccupied with the USJ Incident. Ha. Yea, that's right. They had already named it.
I pressed a button on my phone.
"Let's go. He's waiting."
I appeared in the bar. I looked down at the figure laying on the floor.
"Tsk. You've seen better days."
The man glared up at me. I rolled my eyes and knelt beside him.
"Just hurry up and heal me. This pain is intense."
"Yea, yea. You know, that could have gone a lot better. And why the hell did you have to pick today? You seriously messed up."
He reached up with his good hand and wrapped it around my throat.
"I'm the one who messed up? You got in the way! To make matters worse, you showed yourself!"
I looked at him. "I did what I thought I should have done. You want me to blow my cover completely by not doing a goddamn thing?"
He hesitated, then let go.
"I suppose you're right."
"Besides." I placed my hands over his wounds. "You know that your quirk doesn't work on me, Tomura."
The bullet wounds closed over. I pulled out the piece of my shield from one of the wounds. It disappeared into my hand.
I narrowed my eyes and belted him over the back of the head as he sat up.
"What the hell was that for?!"
I glared at him. "You know damn well what that's for! You nearly fucking killed Eraserhead! You know how I feel about that!"
Tomura Shigaraki stood up shakily. I sighed and helped him up.
"You might be my brother, but you are a major dick sometimes. The deal was 'Do Not Kill Eraserhead', remember?"
He leaned on my shoulder. "He's not dead, though, is he?"
I hesitated. "No."
Kurogiri stood behind the bar. "Unfortunate, I must say."
I glared at him. "You can just shut the fuck up, right now."
Tomura hung his head.
"You were wrong, Master."
"No, I wasn't."
I turned both of us around to face a screen. It didn't have a picture, just sound.
"We just weren't prepared enough."
"Yes, we underestimated them."
I nodded in agreement.
"By the way, what happened to my Nomu? Was he not retrieved?"
I shifted uncomfortably and looked away. I felt my brother tense up.
Kurogiri was the one to reply. "No. Without knowing where he is, I can't retrieve him."
"Well, I suppose it cannot be helped. That's unfortunate."
Tomura and I both relaxed. I sat him down on a stool at the bar.
"What about you, Rune? How are you progressing?"
I turned to face the screen and bowed slightly.
"Slowly, Master. It seems that this school is not to be underestimated. Especially the class I'm in. 1-A."
"I see. I overheard that you blew your cover..."
"Not entirely. Some people now know I have more than one quirk, but it didn't go beyond that."
"If I may?"
"Huh?" I looked up as Kurogiri stepped up beside me.
"This might be an opportunity."
"Opportunity?" I raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"For you to work closer with the teachers and your classmates. Now that they know you are stronger than you appear, they might offer to spar and train with you. What better way to scout for quirks?"
I tapped my chin. "Yea. That could work."
"There was that one child who as fast as All Might."
"Huh?" I turned to face my brother.
"If he hadn't have gotten in the way, we might have been able to kill All Might and keep Sis out of this mess. That brat!"
"Of course you have regrets."
I nodded, agreeing with the voice on the screen.
"But this was not a futile exercise."
"Yea, Tommy. From my end, at least."
"Gather the elite." I looked back at the screen as the Master spoke.
"Take all the time you cannot move freely, which is why we need a symbol like you, Tomura Shagaraki."
I leaned against the bar and pouted. I always got left out.
"Next time, show the world you are to be feared."
I stepped out from the alleyway and walked quickly back to the rest of 1-A. Why were they still here? No matter. It works out for me.
I got to the edge of the group without being seen. I looked around at everyone talking about what had happened.
Aoyama was running around asking people if they knew where he was.
I scratched my head as he asked Tsu if she knew where he was.
"Where?"
He made a pose. "It's a secret."
I walked up behind them. "That's because you were probably hiding in a corner, to scared to move."
He turned to me, jumping slightly.
"Also, nobody cares, you fake French fuck."
I stepped around him, leaving him suitably upset and speechless.
"Detective, what about Mr Aizawa?"
I stopped and turned, wanting to hear the answer.
"Fractures in both arms-"
More like breaks.
"-and a facial fracture. Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any brain damage. However, his orbital floor has broken into small pieces, and his eyes may suffer from it's aftereffects."
What the hell does that mean?
Ashido stepped forward. "What about Thirteen?"
Oh yea. I forgot about him.
"The laceration from his back to upper arm was bad, but Thirteen will survive."
Everyone who heard seemed to be happy to hear that.
"All Might will also survive. Recovery Girls's healing is enough to treat him-"
All Might had decided that he only wanted me to lessen the pain. If he walked out unscathed, it would have looked suspicous, he said.
"-so he's in the nurses office."
I breathed out. Why did I feel so relieved about the turnout? Nobody was killed, I guess.
"What about Midoriya?"
I glanced at Ochako. That girl is in so much denial.
"Midor-. Oh, yea. The nurses office as well."
Everyone seemed relieved. I was mad. Stupid kid! He could have gotten himself killed! I made a mental note to slap him next time I saw him.
"Sansa, I also have business in the nurses office."
The officer turned around and saluted as the Detective made a comment that left him in charge.
Ashido, Ochako and I stared. It's...A fucking cat.
I blinked and shook my head.
We all started back on the bus, but I stopped when I overheard a police officer.
"-was captured in a grove of trees on the school grounds. He has no apparent injuries and seems docile, not resisting."
Could it be?
"-he's thought to be mute."
"Kitia."
"Huh?" I turned to see Iida on the steps of the bus.
"Come on."
"Oh. Uh, sure." I glanced over my shoulder, but the Detective had gone.
I climbed onto the bus and went straight to the back. I covered myself up with my jacket and pulled my legs up, thinking.
Mute? Docile? No injuries? Is it possible the Nomu survived?
I stared out the window, biting my nails, all the way back to school.
When we finally got back to school, everyone started talking about the fight. They had all been silent on the ride back. It was kind of unnerving, to say the least. Considering how they were normally so loud. It actually made me feel better hearing them start to talk again.
I lagged behind everyone else, still thinking. I hadn't had the chance to call Kurogiri to tell him what I had heard.
We waited around until Principal Nezu turned up and told us to have a couple of days off.
Good. I could use those few days to test out my new training gym.
I hadn't had a chance to use it yet and I had a feeling that I had better start.
I stepped into the hospital room, feeling...nervous? Anxious?
Probably both.
I breathed out and sat down on a chair next to Mr Aizawa's bed. I didn't speak for a while. I couldn't to begin with.
I scanned over him. He was covered in bandages.
"Mr Aizawa..."
He didn't move.
"I don't know if you can hear me. I just...I came by just to tell you...I'm not sorry for interfering, so if you expect an apology, you won't get one."
I stopped, took a few more breaths and continued.
"I don't know if you remember me. I doubt it. It's be awhile. I...You saved my life once. I owe you."
I smiled and looked at his face covered by bandages.
"I guess you could say I'm a fangirl." I laughed. "I can actually feel the glare, even though you're not awake. Probably."
I looked down at my hands. "Everyone is so obsessed with All Might. Sure, he's major league strong and number 1 hero, whatever. I know Midoriya fanboy's over him." I sighed. "I don't know what I'm trying to say. I just thought I'd come over and thank-you, I guess. On behalf of everyone."
I looked up and glared at him. "Even though you nearly got yourself fucking killed."
I blinked as I thought I saw movement. I half smiled.
Oh, I was going to get it when he woke up!
The last couple of days off, I had either stayed home, in my warehouse and set up my own kind of obstacle course, or had been visiting Mr Aizawa. I had no idea if he appreciated it or not. Couldn't tell anything with that man sometimes.
I walked around a corner in the corridor, heading to class. I made sure to watch where I was going this time. And this time I didn't bump into Bakugo. I did just ignore him, though. Like he said, we weren't friends.
"Oi."
I blinked and glanced over my shoulder. "Uh, what?"
He glared at me. "Is it true?"
I stopped and turned around. I gave up trying to understand anything this guy ever said.
"Is what true?"
"You've been holding out on us. You have more than one quirk?"
I widened my eyes and rushed to him, clamping my hand over his mouth. I brought my mouth to his ear. "Keep your voice down, idiot! How the fuck did you find out?"
I could tell he was getting mad, but I grabbed the back of his head and squeezed his cheeks. "I will hurt you if you say anything to anyone else. I'm not fucking around, Bakugo. No one else is to know! We understand each other?"
He didn't move, but I felt him relax slightly.
"Good." I removed my hand. "How'd you find out?"
He shrugged and started to walk away. Oh, you're going to get a flogging, mate!
"Oi! Bakugo! Get your ass back here!" I scowled and ran to catch up with him.
When I finally did catch up to him, I saw that he was smirking.
"Are you fucking serious right now? You guessed? You?"
He glared at me. "Yes I fucking did! Why do you seem so fucking surprised?!" He looked away, still walking. "That, and Kirishima and Mineta can't keep their dumbass mouth shut. I was able to stop them from telling anyone else."
I sweat-dropped. "Anyone else?"
"1-A knows."
"Fuck."
We walked into the classroom and everyone stopped talking and started staring. Bakugo just glared at everyone, like always and went to his desk.
I slowly closed the door, anticipating the questions. As soon the door clicked shut, yup, sure enough...
"What the hell?"
"What are you?"
"Who are you?"
"What can you do?"
I put my hands over my ears and glared at Kirishima and then Mineta. Fucking. Idiots.
I felt a hands on my shoulders and I was pushed to my desk. I was pushed down in my seat. I looked up to see Iida. He was trying to calm everyone down and shut them up.
Man, I was so glad for that stick of his right now.
"One at a time!"
I gripped my desk and shouted. "What?! Iida! I'm not some kind exhibit, man! Fuck!"
"It's only natural for everyone to be curious."
"Yea, it's only natural for me to cave in anyone's head who won't back the fuck up!" I slouched, closing my eyes and breathed out.
"Now you sound like Bakugo."
"Like fuck!" Turned out he and I shouted that at the same time though.
I looked at Bakugo, then back to Iida.
"Ok, fine. I admit I have anger issues, but believe me. This guy ain't got nothing on me."
"What the fuck you just say?!"
"Man, you heard!" I closed my eyes. "Look, there's reasons ok? Let's just leave it at that."
Ashido and Tsu came over.
"We saw you fighting beside Mr Aizawa. Ribbit. How'd you learn to fight like that?"
"I didn't see it, but I wish I could have!" Ashido held her fists up and grinned.
I stared at them for a minute, then smiled. "You know what? If you guys want to see, sure. Why not?"
Ashido looked at me with stars in her eyes. "Really? You'll show us?"
I laughed. "Can't really say no to you, Ashido."
Ashido grinned, then turned to Tsu. "Wait, who will be teaching homeroom today?"
I frowned. "Hey, yea. That's a good point."
"Well. Ribbit. Mr Aizawa is supposed to be in the hospital recovering from his injuries..."
"Supposed to be?"
We heard the door and turned to see Mr Aizawa standing at the door.
"Morning."
I stared at him. He was still covered in bandages.
"You're back way too soon!" Everyone shouted.
I shook my head. This guy right here. I knew he was awesome, but this goes beyond.
He started to walk toward his desk. Iida raised his hand.
"So you're alright, Mr Aizawa?"
I glared at Iida. Clearly, he's fucking brilliant.
"You call that alright?"
I glanced over at Ochako. She just said what I was thinking. Minus the swears and degregation.
"My well-being doesn't matter."
I frowned. The one time I feel like hitting him...
"Most importantly, the fight isn't over yet."
I could feel everyone tense up.
Mineta was freaking out. "Villains again?"
Mr Aizawa stared at us. I couldn't see his face, but he was dead serious.
"The UA sports festival is drawing near."
"The sports festival!"
I clapped my hands over my ears. I'll never take this class' silence for granted again.
"Wait." Jiro spoke up. About time. I barely have heard her speak and to be honest, it irritated me.
"Is it ok to have the festival so soon after the attack?"
"Yea. What if they attack us again or something..."
"Tsk." They turned to look at me. "I doubt it. Too many people at these things, right? Wouldn't able to get close." I shrugged.
"Well, that, and apparently they think of it as UA showing that our crisis management system is solid as a rock by holding the event. Security will also be increased to that of previous years. Above all else, our sports festival is a huge chance. It's not to be cancelled just because of a few villains."
"But that's a good reason, isn't it?" I looked over at Mineta, who looked like he was going to have a meltdown. Dude, calm down. "It's just a sports festival."
Midoriya turned to him. Oh, shit. I didn't even realize he was here. I still owe him a slap.
"Mineta, you've never seen the UA sports festival?"
"Of course I have! That's not what I meant!"
"Our Sports Festival is one of the country's biggest events. In the past, it was the Olympics."
"Of course, all the top heroes around the country will be watching."
I crossed my arms and lay my head down. This conversation was tiring me already.
"They'll be scouting."
I sighed. Not me, they won't be. I'm not going to be in this. Like hell. Though, if I don't, will they get suspicious? Maybe. I suppose we'll find out.
Mr Aizawa's voice cut through my thoughts.
"Of course, joining a pro hero agency will get you more experience and popularity."
No thank-you.
"Time is limited. If you expect to go pro, then the path to your future will open up at this event. Once a year, a total of just three chances. No aspiring heroes can afford to miss this event. If you understand that, don't go slacking off!"
"Yes sir!" The class shouted again.
I did a lazy salute.
"Homeroom is dismissed."
I quickly stood up. "Wait!"
Mr Aizawa looked at me. "What is it, Kitia?"
"Uh." I looked around. Everyone was staring at me. Again. "I thought you'd want these back." I walked up to his desk and placed his goggles down.
He looked at them, then at me. "You kept these for me?"
I smiled. "Of course I did. You are my hero after all."
