When the school day ended I looked at Izuku. "Well... what do we do now?" I asked.
"I-I don't know." He said. "I tried calling Gran Torino, but he said that I should try talking to All Might, about Sir Nighteye, his old Sidekick."
"Sir Nighteye? The really serious hero that makes you freeze up even when you see him on the TV?" I asked.
"The one and the same." A voice said from behind us making us jump. It was Mirio. "How are you two problem kids doing?" He asked.
"Oh, It's just you Togata." I held a hand to my chest, how had I not noticed him.
"I actually wanted to talk to you two about it. Sir wanted to talk to you both about Work Studies after I told him about how you beat me. He was impressed apparently. I do all my work studies with his Agency." He smiled down at us.
We couldn't believe our luck... "Young Midoriya, Young Fuma, can I speak with you two?" We turned around and looked at All Might, his skeletal frame not looking any better.
"Oh, of course." Deku said looking up at his idol.
"This won't be long Togata." He said as we followed All Might. "You can wait outside the office for them."
"Of course." The blonde boy smiled at the former hero, and the older man had a pang of guilt strike across his face.
Chapter 84: I really don't know what to call this chapter
We sat down across from All Might. "What is this about?" I asked.
"Well... it's about the work studies. I heard Mirio talk to you about Sir Nighteye. And I'm not too sure that is a good idea." All Might said.
"Why is that? He is your former sidekick." Deku questioned the former hero. "I mean Mirio said that
"Well there are a few reasons... One, I was one of the teachers that voted against the work studies. Second, it is very dangerous and thirdly... I just don't want to talk with the guy. He knows about One for All. When I had my injury years ago... he looked into my future and saw that I would die to a powerful villain." The thin man whole face was shadowed.
"All Might... I... we understand why you are telling us this. But if we are to get stronger... perhaps this is the best option." Deku said.
"I know. I just don't want you two risking everything so soon. You have no idea what you could be walking into." All Might placed his hands on our shoulders. "You both have something that I never had when I was training to be a hero. Each other... I can't tell you what to do on this one. Just... please be careful."
I gripped the bony hand on my shoulder. "We will be careful... warriors honor." I told him.
"I understand. Mirio! you can come in." The door opened and the blonde sat next to Deku. "So Sir Nighteye wants to talk to the both of them? About the work studies."
"Of course. Say why don't you come along. I sure he misses you from when you two worked together. He talks about you all the time." Mirio smiled.
All Might looked away. "I can't do that. It would look like I'm playing favorites. So you are going to introduce them to Sir Nighteye."
"Of course, but first of all why do you two want to be heroes?" Mirio looked at us with his smile.
'By Vegeta, he just like All Might.' I thought. "I want to get stronger, and fight powerful foes. To control my power and keep those I care about safe. My own brother is a villain... and he is putting innocents at risk. I'm no All Might... but I have the power to prevent suffering. It is my duty to use it." I clenched my fists, holding onto Deku's had tight. "I have soo little... my home, my family... my people... gone... I can't let that happen to others. I don't see my self as a hero, I am a warrior."
Deku held my hand tighter as well. "I want to be a hero that can save others with a smile on my face. I may not be ready to be a hero yet... But I need to get stronger so that I can be a great hero. One that will never stand down from a threat."
"I understand. Well, I'll bring you two to meet him."
I fell onto Deku's bed in a t-shirt and shorts borrowed from him. "You just gonna keep sleeping in here?" He asked.
"Maybe." I sad as I wrapped myself up in his blanket. He gave a small laugh as he settled down under the sheets with me. "I know you like it."
He had a slight blush as I rolled over and nestled into him. "Very funny." he kissed the top of my head as enjoyed the warmth of the bed. "You must be a strange Saiyan."
"So what... I'm happy. I get to face strong foes. I have a amazing sparring partner, and the greatest hero to be is here with me. I have more important things to me then my pride now." I closed my eyes as I sighed. "I hope you are happy." I looked at him as he blushed.
His hand cupped my cheek. "I am. I have never been so happy." he pulled me closer, both of us blushing as we felt each other bodies press against each other.
"O-oh. I am glad you feel that way." I let my hand wander under the sheets, going lower and lower... and lower.
BAM!
We both jumped as the door was thrown open. "FUMA YOUR ROOM!" A gray scarf wrapped around my arm and yanked me out of the room.
I crashed into the wall and groaned. "Why me?" I asked as I looked up at Aizawa.
"You know the rules. Your lucky... this time." I swallowed hard as the teacher looked down at me.
"Y-yes sir."
Late that night two people approached a walled compound. A large man with a tail in a dress shirt and pants almost bursting at the seams, the other a thin hunched over figure with a disembodied hand on his face. "This the place?" Celron asked Shigaraki.
"That's what the goon said." Shigaraki said as he activated the intercom.
"What do you want?" Came the distorted voice of man from the intercom.
"We came to have a meeting with your boss, Overhaul." Celron said, his voice edged with annoyance. "We are from the League of Villains, and I represent a separate employer."
There was a minute of silence before the gate opened. "The boss will meet you."
The two men walked into the compound the gate closing behind them. A group a henchmen greeted them and lead them into the building. The tunnels were just tall enough for the annoyed Saiyan, they reached a room where the plague masked Yakuza Boss sat patiently on a couch opposite a identical seat. Between the two was a glass coffee. The leader of The League of Villains took a seat and kicked his foot on the coffee table while Celron remained standing. In the four corners were four armor stands, each one with a set of Saiyan armor, two male and two female, each having major damage to them. All the blood having been long since scrubbed away. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" Chisaki asked.
"Cut the pleasantries, we came to discuss business." Shigaraki said.
"I agree with that. I have little patience for low class scum." Celron snarled.
"You have a lot of huts saying that to us Yakuza!" A small leather bound man with his beaked mask sewn to his out fit raged. "We have dealt with your kind before!"
Celron turned his gaze the one of the eight precepts, Mimic. His sour gaze turned to one of disgust. "Know your place. or I will wipe this whole complex out of existence before you have a chance to soil your self. As I said at the gate, I represent my employer. The league of Villains are our clients. My boss will want the details on this alliance, and if it will be useful to keep you around."
"You seem different then the Saiyans that the Yakuza have encountered." Chisaki said.
Celron looked at the armor. "Low class warriors. It matters not to me what their fate was. And if you have truly captured one of my kind, they deserved to die."
"I see." Chisaki closed his gold eyes before turning to Shigaraki. "So you want to do business with us. Have you seen sense in putting me as your leader?"
"We aren't going to place us under you, this is going to be a partnership that will last as long as we benefit from each other." Shigaraki said. "And, I want you to explain something." He reached inside his jacket only for Mimic and Confession to rush him, holding him at gun point.
"Hands out of th... ack!" Mimic was gripped by the to of his head by Celron.
"My employer doesn't take lightly to his clients being threatened. That is hardly honorable in his eyes." Celron said as Confession and Mimic shot at him but in a blur his other hand came up and with no effort caught the two bullets. "You are annoying." His hand started tighten making Mimic scream out in pain.
"Enough. Celron, it's hardly civil to kill at the negotiation table." Shigaraki said completely at ease. The Saiyan released his prey who fell to the ground unconscious. Tomura pulled out a small red object between two fingers. "I want to know what this is, when Compress was shot with it, his quirk stopped working."
Hello again. What did you think of this chapter? I really liked this one.