Yeah, the second part of the Hero training! Also, I apologized to those who couldn't have cared less about Izuku's fight, but I really wanted you all to see adn udnerstand Kira's emotions better. Also, sorry for messing up Iida's name. I corrected everything.

Warning: Kira's language, Kira's personality and Kira's secret weapons.

Enjoy!

PS: Kira and Jiro are the Villains, unless this wasn't cleared up before.

"So, ready to kick their asses?"

Jiro offered a half-smile at that. They were now standing before the building, the battle about to start. Considering what they knew of the two boys, they had agreed to use Jiro's Quirk so as to find them quickly, and then fight. She would take care of Kaminari while Kira occupied Kirishima, and the both of them would be aiming for the weapon in the meantime.

Of course, they had a plan B. However, considering that it required for both boys to be very close, it'd be harder to get it done.

Kira already knew that Kaminari didn't have much stamina with his Quirk. Jiro would have an easy time pushing him beyond his limits. Kirishima was more of a close-ranged fighter, though, hence why it was the ginger's job to handle him.

"Battle… start!"

"Let's go!"

They ran into the building, and Jiro instantly plugged her Earphone Jack into the nearest wall. After a few seconds, she pointed upstairs. Nodding, Kira let her take the lead so as to guide them and, a while later, they found themselves in the weapon room. The two boys were standing before the nuclear weapon, apparently ready for the fight.

"No strategy, uh?" Kira grinned. "I can work with that. Jiro!"

"Let's go!"

Her earlobes flew at Kaminari like whips (A/N: I never thought I'd write that sentence one day, but I guess I did.), forcing him into immediate battle. As her partner avoided his electrical shocks, Kira faced Kirishima.

"Think you can take me on?" he grinned.

"Think you'll last longer than thirty seconds?" she challenged back, falling into stance.

His grin only widened, and he hardened his hands and arms. Bracing herself for the oncoming pain, she then propelled herself at him. Avoiding his first hit, she then grabbed his arm and, without further ceremonies, threw him over her shoulder.

"Wasn't that Midoriya-kun's counter-attack?" pointed out Tsuyu.

"She must have taught him," mused Ojiro. "She seems more experienced at this sort of stunts."

"The hell, Kira!?" Kirishima rose back to his feet, stunned.

"I'm not one to rely on my Quirk alone, Eijiro," she retorted, taking a stance again as she faced him. "And seeing as I can't use it without risking making the nuclear weapon explode, well…"

"So what, you intend to fight me bare-handed?" he raised an eyebrow. He then hardened his whole body. "That's going to hurt."

"I know."

Before he could react at that, she was already moving. Avoiding her punch, he then blocked her leg and hit back. She bent backward until her head touch the floor, before bringing her foot up and kicking him into the chin. He stumbled back, and she took the opportunity to rise back up.

"Ouch," she cringed, realizing the strain she felt in her foot.

It felt as if she had just hit a rock with all her might.

Which might actually be what had happened, considering who she was fighting.

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I swear I heard something crack.

"'Ouch'? I'm the one who just got kicked in the face!" grunted Kirishima, rubbing his sore chin. Despite his hardening, she had gotten him good. What the hell were her boots made of?

"It's metal," she answered his silent question. "Or rather, iron and magnalium alloy. And do you know what those allow me to do?"

"Kick really hard?" he huffed.

"Yes, but no."

With a grin, she hit her left foot on the ground. Instantly, sparks flew around. Easily grabbing them, she then made a fireball grow in her hand.

"That's so not fair," he sweatdropped.

"Trust me, you haven't seen the half of it!"

She threw the fire ball at him. He hardened, taking the hit easily. However, the impact created a sudden smoke screen, making him cough. When he opened his eyes, she was no longer in sight.

"That's very clever," remarked Yaoyorozu, surprised. She hadn't expected the hotheaded girl to act smart. "Suttoki-san isn't able to create her own fire, but she found a way to always have a source somewhere on herself, which means she will always be able to use her Quirk, or almost."

"She has the same metal on the tips of her fingers," then informed Uraraka, watching in awe as the ginger fought.

"So a single snap of her fingers would allow her to start a forest fire if she wanted too. Such power can be dangerous for someone as… temperamental, as she is, though," pointed out Shoji.

"She however seems to have excellent control," replied Fumikage, eyes fixated on the screen. "And she doesn't rely on her Quirk either, as shown earlier. She has many years of intense training in the martial arts behind her."

"Talk about crazy strong!" sweatdropped Sero.

Kirishima hardened his body, just in time to avoid the hit coming from his left. He narrowed his eyes at the girl. Her goggles were in place, allowing her to see clearly through the remaining smoke, but she wasn't attacking him barehanded.

"Where the hell did you get a staff!?" he protested. This fight was getting out of control, seriously.

"What, that?" She grinned, twirling the Bo staff in her hands a couple of times. "I thought it'd be a good idea to ask for one. It's retractable, easy to hide. Pretty cool, uh?"

The staff shrunk into itself, becoming no bigger than a metallic tube as long as her open hand. It then elongated again, returning to a more threatening size.

"Now, let's have some fun!"

"I didn't even see her take it out," blinked Ojiro.

"So let me get this straight: she's got a super strong Quirk, she's a master in martial arts, and she can fight with a staff too?" gaped Sero. "Where did they find that girl!?"

"She must have gotten in thanks to recommendations too, right?" then exclaimed Ashido, jumping in place. "She's so cool!"

"No, she took the exams," corrected Iida, chin between his fingers. "But I have to admit that with her abilities…"

"Actually, young Suttoki received recommendations," then informed All Might, not looking away from the fight. "She however refused them, wishing to get into U.A. thanks to her own efforts, or so the Headmaster said."

"EH!?"

The redhead was growing annoyed very fast. He hadn't expected the ginger to actually know how to fight or anything, and even less have a weapon on her. When she said she wasn't one to rely on her Quirk, he didn't think she meant it so literally.

There was another smokescreen. Groaning and coughing a little, he kept his back hardened, worrying she'd try to get him from his blind point. Then, as thought, something hit him in the back. He was about to hit back, when realizing it was merely a semi-unconscious Kaminari.

"What-"

"Don't hate us too much, boys!"

At Kira's voice, he raised his eyes to meet hers. The smoke was gone, and she had placed her goggles back on her head. Her staff had too disappeared. Then, he realized that she was standing next to Jiro. The purple-haired girl plugged her Earphone Jacks into her boots, before slamming them into the ground.

"Uh-oh." He paled.

"Later~!" Kira waved cheerfully.

And then, the ground under him and his partner crumbled, and they started falling. He instantly hardened his body, protecting Kaminari at the same time, and they both went through two floors before they hit the real ground. Coughing and struggling to see through the cloud of dust, it took Kirishima a few moments to realize what had just happened.

"Team Villain WINS!"

"Damn it…" he groaned, falling on his back.

Back upstairs, the two girls high-fived.

"The MVP for this battle is… Jiro Kyoka! Because of the perfect execution of the plan, and the flawless use of your abilities. Yaoyorozu-kun, mind telling us why it wasn't one of the other three?"

"Kaminari-san has very basic control over his Quirk, for not saying almost none," answered the girl in an instant. "He instantly went all out even though he knew of his lack of stamina. As for Kirishima-san, he underestimated his opponent, and overestimated himself. However, I must admit that… I have no idea about Suttoki-san."

Well, that would be a first.

All students turned to All Might, curious of what he'd have to say about it.

"Why, it is fairly simple!" he answered in his usual, loud tone. "No matter how prepared Suttoki-kun was, she however treated this training as if it was a game. She was careful about not using too much of her powers when considering the nuclear weapon, but toyed with her opponent while she could have taken him down much earlier. In fact, I can assure you all that sending the poor boys crash through the floors was reckless, and a little overkill."

"My bad," grinned sheepishly Kira, scratching the back of her head.

"You mean to say she wasn't even trying!?" protested Kirishima, paling.

"Don't worry, Red," she patted his shoulder in mock sympathy. "We can train together later, and I won't hold back this time around."

The nickname had escaped her mouth all naturally, and the boy took it in stride... before dropping dramatically at that, a dark cloud now floating above his head as he went into the gloom-and-doom corner to sulk.

"Anyhow, good work everyone!" then announced All Might. "We didn't have any major injuries other than young Midoriya either! You guys took this on seriously. You all did a great job for your first training!"

"To have such a proper class after Aizawa-sensei's… it's kind of anticlimactic," admitted Tsuyu.

All students sweatdropped at that, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"We're free to have proper classes as well! Well then, I must review the results with young Midoriya. Change and return… to the classroom!"

He was gone in the blink of an eye, running away at incredible speed.

"All Might is so amazing!" cheered Kaminari, back to normal.

"Why was he in such a hurry?"

"He must feel guilty," simply shrugged Kira, already heading away.

"Guilty?" echoed Fumikage, raising an eyebrow.

"All Might is obviously new in the teaching field. He's trying his best, but he doesn't always know what to do," she answered with a sigh. "The fight between Izuku and Spikey here… well, he could have stopped it. In fact, as the teacher, he should have stopped it. He however saw the potential in such a duel, and let it be. While the results were amazing, Izuku's injuries could have still been avoided if he had intervened."

The students stared as she kept on walking away, unsure of what to do or say. The fight between Midoriya and Bakugo had scared them all, but she personally knew the two and was obviously more affected by it than she let it show.

"Oi, you guys coming?" she called, already far ahead. "We still have to go back to class! And if we're all late, no doubt Aizawa-sensei is going to blame me."

That earned a few laughs, and a small smile stretched her lips. While she was worried, she also knew Izuku would be alright.

She'd go see him as soon as possible.

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Once she finished changing back into her uniform, Kira stepped out of the bathroom stall, slinging her back over her shoulder. As soon as she stepped out, though, she was welcomed by heavy stares from the rest of the girls.

"… is there a problem?"

"We were simply wondering why you weren't changing with us, Kira-chan," answered Tsuyu, adorably honest as always.

"Uh? Oh…" the teen mindlessly ran an hand down her forearm, scarred for life by those flames she adored so much. They were covered, hidden from view. "Just… not very comfortable, changing with people I barely know. I mean, we only met yesterday, after all."

"That's right!" exclaimed Ashido, wide-eyed. Then, she laughed. "That's so weird! It feels like I've known you guys forever!"

"Well, this kind of training is sure to bring all of us closer," pointed out Uraraka, clasping her hands together.

"We're only six girls amongst the twenty students of the 1-A class," then remarked softly Jiro. "We'll have to stick together if we don't want to be stepped on by those morons."

"Well said, Kyo-chan!" grinned Kira, ruffling her hair.

The girl's cheeks turned red in mild embarrassment. No one ever called her like that before, and even less acted to affective.

"D-don't do that!"

"Aww, not my fault you're all smaller than me!" simply laughed the ginger. "Well, saved for Momo-chan, but still!"

"Suttoki-san."

At Yaoyorozu's call, the chatter died down. Kira rubbed the back of her head.

"Oh, sorry about the nickname. I can call you 'san' if you want, I don't-"

"No! I-I mean, it's not about that…" the black-haired girl look down. All of her earlier confidence seemed to be but a memory, in that moment. "I wanted… I wanted to apologize. My scolding from earlier was uncalled for, and I shouldn't have called you out like I did and in such a tone. It must have been humiliating, and I deeply apologize for that. I was not in my intentions to cause any harm."

Kira blinked a few times, surprised, before smiling at the other girl.

"Nan, don't sweat it." She shook her head. "I told you, didn't I? You were right. I've always had some trouble keeping my emotions in check, and you were right to call me out on it. It's still work in progress, you see. But no harm done, really! And if you really want to, we can just forget about it and move on. Let's be friends, Momo-chan!"

She gaped a little at the teen, before smiling back softly.

"I'd like that… Kira-chan."

As they were about to leave the changing room, though, Kira put a little too much weight on her foot. Tsuyu instantly noticed the cringe of pain she tried to hide.

"What's wrong, Kira-chan? Did you hurt yourself during the training?"

"I… my foot hurts," she admitted, somewhat sheepish. "I think it's from when I kicked Eijiro."

"You should go see the nurse," proposed Jiro. "We'll inform the teacher."

"Really? Thanks guys! I'll be back in a few minutes!"

And ignoring the pain that reverberated in her whole leg at each step –something was definitely cracked-, she started running.

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When All Might arrived at the nurse office, it was only to find Kira sitting next to Izuku's bed while Recovery Girl treated her foot. The ginger had vehemently insisted for the woman not to literally kiss it better, and simply asked for normal bandages. Seeing as her injury would be healed in the next few days, the wrinkled woman had agreed.

While the nurse wrote down some notes into Kira's student file, All Might glanced at her.

"… you hurt yourself on purpose, didn't you?"

She never looked away from Izuku. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

A few minutes later, she was back before her classroom. Taking a deep breath, she then stepped inside. As soon as she did, though, she was assaulted by a certain redhead –no one shall be named, but it was the one who sent her to the infirmary in the first place.

"Kira!"

"What!?"

"Why didn't you tell us you had recommendations to get into U.A.!?"

"I… what? Who told you?" she replied, confused.

"Gah, it's true!" gasped Kaminari, who had joined them.

In a single movement, the both of them kneeled to the ground and started chanting prayers, obviously mocking her. She turned red, embarrassed.

"The hell's up with you guys? It's just recommendations… and I turned them down anyway, so it's like they practically never existed!"

"But they do exist!" protested Kirishima. "And it's a really big deal! How could you even turn those down in the first place? They're, like, really rare!"

"Look, guys… I was really grateful when I was informed. Really, I was! But you have to understand that I've been training for years so as to hone my skills and become a Hero. Entering U.A. was only the first step on a path much harder than any any of us could have walked on, and I didn't want to achieve it by jumping across. If I wasn't able to get into U.A. thanks to my own strength, then I simply didn't deserve it. That's all there is to it, really."

"A-all there is to it!?" echoed Henta, coming out of nowhere. "You got recommended by Backdraft and Death Arms! And a civilian family? What did you even do? You even got the Archivist on your side, which is simply amazing! No one even knows who he is or even what he looks like, so how you managed that-"

"Is none of your business," she cut, this time with a colder voice. "Listen, okay? What's done is done and those recommendations can no longer have any impact. In fact, now that we're all together in U.A., in this class, we're all at the same starting point. Here, now? It's all about hard work."

"Talk for yourself, Carrot," spat Bakugo, farther away. "When you've got the talent, then nothing can stop you."

At that, she glared. Now that Izuku wasn't there to mediate between the two, she truly had nothing to hold her back.

"Nothing saved for your own arrogance," she snapped. "You're so blinded by your own achievements that you can't see your failures. In fact, you're satisfied with what you have right now. Are you already a Hero in your eyes, Katsuki? Because flash news: you're not. You're a student, just like the rest of us, and if you keep stagnating like you've been doing for the passed few years, then I'm seriously scared of what kind of low-key Hero you'll end up to be."

Smoke started escaping from under the boy's palms as his traits hardened. He rose to his feet, a smell of nitroglycerine now floating in the classroom.

"I dare you to say that again, Suttoki," he growled. "I fucking dare you."

Ignoring the attempts of their fellow classmates to stop the oncoming fight, she made her way to his desk until she stood in front of him. As tall as him, she had no problem whatsoever looking at him in the eyes.

"You, Bakugo Katsuki…" she leaned closer, her own body warming up fast. "Will never be the number one Hero. You will never be stronger than All Might and most of all, you will never be better than Izuku. No. Matter. What."

Katsuki was shaking, badly so.

And Kira couldn't stop herself.

"Who's the one loosing control, now?" she taunted.

The desk cracked suddenly under his fist. Instantly, Yaoyorozu and Uraraka stepped in, pulling Kira away while Iida and Kirishima moved in between so as to stop Bakugo from attacking if he ever felt like it. The ginger let her new friends pull her away without a struggle, having said what she had to say.

"What's going on here?"

"A-Aizawa-sensei!"

"No fighting between the students outside of training," he narrowed his eyes at the two troublemaker. "And Suttoki, you get detention for attacking Bakugo earlier."

"Whatever."

That's it. Ren is going to kill me. He'll hang my head above the stove and curse every time some of my hair falls into the food, and-

…

That… was a little bit darker than intended. My bad.

The teacher simply sighed, before gesturing for us to returned to our places so that we'd start our afternoon classes.

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"Oh, Midoriya's here!"

At Kirishima's exclamation, Kira snapped her eyes to the door. As soon as she saw her friend up and walking, relief flood over her. Pushing aside the redhead, she then wrapped her arms around the green-haired boy as tightly as she could.

"K-Kicchan?"

"You scared the crap out of me! Why do you always have to get injured like that?" she closed her eyes, glad to see he was alright. Well, saved for his arm, but he was awake and walking so that was already a good thing. "I swear Izuku, if you pull a stunt like that each day-"

"N-no, of course not!" he shook his head. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Kicchan."

"You better be!"

After what, she let the other students present themselves. After all, she knew Kirishima and Kaminari because of the entrance exams, and Uraraka and Iida because of yesterday, and the girls because of the training. Izuku only knew the brown-haired girl and the strict boy.

Kira watched everyone interact, a small smile now gracing her lips. Everyone saved for Bakugo seemed to be getting along, and it made her wonder. After all, back in middle school, everyone was always in some sort of competition. But here? Everyone was in the same class, with more or less the same goals, and they all saw it as an opportunity to grow stronger and create bonds that would truly help in the future –again, without Bakugo.

The door opened, letting enter Kaminari.

"Hey, Uraraka, wanna grab something to eat?" he asked, a pile of heavy volumes in his arms. The brown-haired girl behind him blinked in surprise at the question. "What do you like?"

"Mochi- wait, Deku!? Didn't Recovery Girl heal your injuries?"

Completely forgetting about the blond, she ran to the injured boy.

"Oh, err, it's because of how much stamina I have… and…" he trailed off, only now noticing Bakugo's empty desk. "More importantly, um… do you know where's Kacchan?"

Of course he'd ask.

"The jerk left as soon as the school bell rang. You can catch up if you run," sighed the ginger, knowing he wouldn't back down from his idea.

"Oh, thanks! And- wait. If school's over, then why are all of you still here?" he asked, now confused.

"Eh eh, about that…"

"Since Kira-chan got detention, we decided to stay with her and review over the battles together," then answered Tsuyu.

"D-detention? Kicchan, what did you do?"

She grumbled under her breath, too low for anyone to hear. Understanding she wouldn't tell her friend, Kirishima laughed and slung an arm around her shoulders.

"Red One here was really mad at Bakugo for hurting you, so she punched him in the face! It was awesome!"

"I know, right?" the girl beamed at him. At Izuku's reproachful gaze, though, her enthusiasm died down and she coughed behind her hand. "I mean, not really…"

"We'll talk about this later," warned Izuku, still frowning. "I-I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

And with that, he ran out of the classroom to catch up to Katsuki. Kira groaned, letting her head hit the desk.

"Red One?"

"What is it, Red Two?"

"… why are you suddenly depressed?"

She lifted her eyes, only to reveal that she was crying anime style.

"Izuku's mad at me!" she wailed.

All the students could only sweatdrop at that.

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"Ren? I'm back- Ren!"

Dropping her things, Kira ran to her brother. He was lying on the floor, out cold, and numerous papers were scattered around him. She easily recognized some of them as files from the Archives; he brought them home quite often. However, she could already tell many were missing.

"Ren? Ren! Ren, wake up!"

After a minute or so, he finally stirred. Groaning softly, he then raised his eyes to her, still a little out of it.

"… Kira?"

"Hey, Big Bro…" she replied softly, pushing a strand of his hair out of his face. "You okay, there? What happened? Can you remember?"

"I…" He started coughing. She helped him up on the couch, and quickly brought him back a glass of water. "Thanks. And I… I'm not sure about what happened. I just- I just came in, with the files, but I was knocked out as soon as I closed the door…"

"Can you remember anything else?"

"A man. He had… a silver mask? It covered half of his face," he massaged his temples, obviously suffering from a headache. "W-we need to warn the office, we-"

"You need to rest," she retorted, forcing him to stay seated. "You'll go into your room and sleep, and I'll handle the rest. We'll talk more tomorrow, alright?"

"But-"

He cut himself at her warning stare, before giving in. No way was he winning that fight, not in the state he was in.

"Alright. I-I'll see you tomorrow."

She helped him back to his room, making sure he was comfortably set before turning off the light and closing the door. Once back in the kitchen, she gathered all of the papers and set them on the table. Then, she grabbed her phone, and quickly dialed one of the people she trusted the most.

After three rings, he answered.

"Hello, it is Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa. How can I-"

"Nao-san."

"K-Kira-chan? Is everything alright?"

"It's Ren," she glanced back to her brother's room. "He's been attacked. He isn't injured, just under shock, but I'm afraid his attacker stole some files."

"I'm coming right over. Don't leave the apartment and lock all the doors and windows."

"Roger that. Don't make too much of a fuss, though. I doubt the attacker will come back tonight."

"Understood."

She hung up, and instantly went to work. She was careful not to move too many things, knowing that it'd only hinder the detective. She took notice that all of the windows were already locked, and only the door of the balcony seemed to have been forced open.

On guard, Kira didn't move from the couch. Even though it wouldn't make much sense for the mysterious attacker to come back when she was there –after all, she wouldn't be taken by surprise so easily, and she could defend herself-, but one could never be too careful. Her brother had just been assaulted, even though no one except for a selected few were aware of his status as the Archivist.

There was storm brewing. She knew things would change fast in the world of Heroes, and also in the world of Villains, ever since Izuku received One For All from All Might. However, she hadn't expected it to happen so soon, or even to affect her family so directly.

Kira had a bad feeling about all of this.

"Thanks for making it here so quickly, Nao-san."

"Of course, Kira-chan," the man smiled a little as she let him in. "Is Ren okay?"

"Sleeping. He was knocked out pretty hard, but he doesn't seem to be concussed or anything," she answered, closing the door. "The files are on the table, but it's obvious that some are missing. I don't know which ones, though. Also, the door of the balcony was forced open. That must have been how the intruder got in and managed to surprise Ren."

"Did he wake up?" The man quickly wrote things down in his notebook.

"Yeah, but I forced him to go to sleep," she admitted, leading him into the kitchen. "Some tea? Coffee?"

"I'll take the coffee."

As she prepared his drink, he checked over the few files laid on the table. He recognized them as the ones Ren brought back when leaving the office earlier that day, but some pages had disappeared; the ones containing informations about the individuals' Quirks.

Clicking his tongue, his expression however softened when the ginger girl placed a fuming cup before him.

"Found anything?" she took her seat in front of him.

"Files aren't missing, only parts of them," he corrected after taking a sip. "Basic information, most they could have found out by asking the person. However…"

"The attacker… Ren told me it was a man, one wearing a silver mask that covered half of his face." She looked down at her entwined hands. "I just… that man. He knew about Ren. He-he still does! He knows about his status as the Archivist, he knows where we live, and he surely knows about me too! What if he tries to attack again? What if- what if he's not satisfied with the papers he stole and comes back for more?"

"We'll put watch over the building," instantly replied Naomasa, serious. "Have cameras placed in the apartment. When Ren wakes up, tell him to activate the security system."

"We've got a security system?"

"It's one offered to all Archivist. The job doesn't come without much dangers, as you have seen tonight," he sighed. "It's not foolproof, but it works. Also, keep me on speed dial. I'll have my phone on me 24/7. And if you ever feel like there's danger, even if it's just your instincts, give me a call. Better be safe than sorry."

"Alright. Do you… do you think he'll come after me?"

"Kira-"

"Please, Nao-san. I'm not scared," she assured, honest. "But I need to know your true thoughts on the matter."

He stared at her for a moment, but her eyes never faltered.

"There's a chance he does so," he finally gave in. "We have no idea whatsoever who that man might be. All I can tell you is that you and your brother will be kept safe, at the best of our abilities. If you want, you could always go sleep at your friend's place-"

"No," she instantly refused. "I won't get Izuku dragged into this, or anyone else for that matter. I'll simply be on guard. Plus, I won't be able to sleep knowing I left Ren to deal with this alone."

"Alright. Do you want an escort?" he then proposed.

"It'll only attract unwanted attention. I can handle it. I'll use the public routes and try to stay with classmates or teachers at all time, and come back home without detour afterwards," she explained without an ounce of hesitation. "And as you said before, I'll call you if there ever is an emergency."

"Very well, then. I'll come by tomorrow morning to grab Ren and bring him to the office myself. He'll probably remember more of his attacker after resting," the detective agreed. "I'll still warn the school, though. Even though I seriously doubt someone would attack the best Hero school in Asia, we can never be too careful."

She nodded in agreement, her eyes wandering back to the clock on the wall.

"Say, want to stay the night?" she then proposed, offering him a tentative smile. "I can make some soba with a few onigiris. They won't be as good as Ren's, but still."

"I think I'll take you up on that offer," the black-haired man, smiling back. "It's been a while since I stayed over. Makes me think back of when I took you guys in for a while."

"We're really grateful for what you did for us," replied the teen, getting up. "I'll get started. I'll set up your futon after we ate."

"I can help-" She shot him a warning glare, and he quickly sat back down. "Or not. I'll just… stay here. And wait."

For if there was one important thing to know about Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa, it was that he couldn't cook to save if life. And Kira knew better than let him set foot into the kitchen. If her food was passable at best, his was simply inedible.

The detective shook his head with a small smile as she started cooking, memories from many years ago flooding back. When the Suttoki family got trapped into that fire, it had been his division that had discovered Ren and Kira, still alive somehow under the ashes and the debris. At that time, Ren wouldn't let anyone approach his sister, even though she was injured. He acted like a cornered animal, literally biting one of the officers that had tried to take her by force.

Naomasa had been the one who took charge. He was a patient man, and he reasoned quickly with the teen, convincing him that his sister needed help and that they would be able to provide that help.

Ren hadn't left his sister's side all along, and would let no one but Naomasa approach them. Even in the car or the hospital, nurses and the doctor were only allowed to touch Kira if the detective was present. And when Kira had finally woken up and gotten over her shock, the man had been unable to simply leave them by themselves.

He took in the siblings. With the help of his sister, he took care of them until Ren got old enough to get a real job and an apartment. As soon as he reached eighteen, the white-haired boy turned man had moved out with Kira, who had just passed her seventh birthday.

They had live together for only three years, but he still remembered them as a few of the happiest in his entire life.

"Reminiscing, really? Your age is getting to you, old man," then teased the ginger, filling his cup again.

"O-old!? I'm only thirty-six!" he protested.

"That's old in my books." She laughed at his scandalized expression. Then, she sobered up, but she was still smiling. "Still, though. Ren and I truly owe you a lot, to you and to Mako-san. The both of you are welcome here anytime."

"I know. You two should come over for supper, I'm sure Makoto would be really happy to see you guys again. It's been a while after all," he proposed.

"More like you're hoping she or Ren cooks," the teen rolled her eyes.

"I-I can cook too! I am a grown-up man living on his own, after all," he huffed.

"Living on his own with coffee and rice, yes."

"… I can make instant ramen too."

She laughed again, patting his shoulder in a comforting manner, before returning to the kitchen to finish up dinner.

Now that things were taken care of by a professional, Kira felt lighter. She knew that whatever situation they had just gotten into was far from a good one, but she trusted Naomasa with her life. He wasn't a father, but more like the uncle everyone liked. Seeing as Ren and her didn't have family outside from their parents, being taken care of by such a man had truly been a blessing. After all, had he not done that, then both siblings would have ended up in different foster families.

Naomasa saved what little was left of their family, and helped them get back on their feet and face the world again. He's the one who offered Ren his job as the Archivist, and he's the one who taught Kira not to fear her powers. They would never be able to fully thank him for all of what he –and his sister, of course- had done for them.

"Alright, let's dig in!" she served the food, sitting down again. "Hey, mind helping me with my homework afterward?"

"… that's the real reason why you asked me to stay, isn't it," he sighed.

"Yup! But now that I've bribed you with food, you can't say no. Ready for some algebra, Nao-san?"

"But I don't get those things!"

"Well, that makes two of us!"

They stared at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter. Keeping it down so as to not wake up her brother, they still took a moment to calm down. As they started eating, though, the detective found himself growing wary of what was to come.

Naomasa couldn't help but hope that that special spark in her eyes would never go out despite the storm brewing in the horizon.

O~kay, so things got a little messed up! Kira is more pissed than ever at Katsuki, she got a few more tricks up her sleeve, and she obviously won't go down without a fight. I wish to point out that Kira actually possesses great discipline, not only because of her intense training but also because of the three years she has passed growing up with the detective and the police field. As for those who might think she's way too strong... well, as said before, she has been training for YEARS, and most of the students didn't. Or at least, not at her level. And seriously, have you even seen Todoroki? He wiped out his opponents without even actually trying.

Hope you liked it! Plus Ultra!