The front door clicked behind him as he stepped into the doors, smelling of sweat and his costume stained with blood that wasn't his own. Miruko had decided to set him up with long term drug busts for the time being, probably as revenge for mouthing off to her in the meeting earlier that week with Nedzu. As a result, his shifts at the Crescent Moon Agency were now compiled of long stakeouts, information collection, and being forced to listen to Fast Track and Beta Man argue about classic manga over the comms.

One day the Harpy would let him perform his own patrols of his own volition, that'd be the day.

That was the thought going through Shogeki's mind as he stepped into the common room. Toga had been with him for about a week now, and despite her multiple attempts to kill him, everything had been mostly fine. Oddly enough, she hasn't tried to kill his classmates ever since her first failed attempt on each of them, meaning that all of her current murder attempts have been directed at him. Now, Shogeki's a big guy. He's 6ft, same height as his father, and he's a healthy 180lbs. He works hard, and he trains hard, so he knows his limits and what he's able to pull off combat wise. He knows what kind of damage he's able to shrug off. But that doesn't mean he appreciates getting ambushed by this crazy bitch every second of the day!

So, after walking through the common room, tired from having to kick the shit out of some drug dealers downtown, all he wanted to do was collapse into his bed and sleep. Tomorrow was Sunday, which means he needs to go help his father with the yard sale he'd been planning, so he'd need at least some sleep in order to function like a charismatic human being. No one will buy an old piece of furniture if the person selling it to them had the likeability of a dead fish. Unfortunately, a certain blonde psychopath had been lying in wait for him, ready to attack the moment he'd stepped through his door. How she managed to cling to the wall above his door, that he didn't know. However, he'd have plenty of time to figure it out once he's removed her thighs from around his neck!

He didn't charge himself much more than what he needed to get through his door, so it took him a second to hit Toga with a big enough shock to take her down. He quickly stood up and grabbed her arms, forcing them behind her back and trying to ignore the moans she was making at his rough treatment. He restrained her with the handcuffs he'd normally use for work, and, giving up, he dragged her to the kitchen.

"Clearly you're not gonna let me get any sleep tonight, so I'm just gonna give up and get an early start on my day. I'll take a nap at my dad's place or something. Let's hope Diariseki left some of his energy drinks in the fridge, I'll just replace what I take." The rest of his words were lost in a series of tired mumbles as he cuffed Toga to the fridge.

"So how was work, Aki-chan?" The blonde asked with a bright smile, a small blush dusting her cheeks. Shogeki turned to stare tiredly at his assignment, death in his dark eyes, before he turned back to the fridge and took out a few energy drinks. He moved over to the coffee machine and started brewing a pot while he found a pan and spatula.

"I'm ignoring you, now what type of pancakes do you want? Normal or chocolate chip?"

"But I don't like pancakes, I like waffles."

"Oh boy, it's a good thing that I'm ignoring you then." She pouted and crossed her arms, watching him as he started gathering what he needed to cook. The coffee machine finished brewing a pot, leading to the man pouring half a cup of coffee and mixing it with an energy drink. "Y'know, this probably is really unhealthy, but I'm at the point where injecting myself with adrenaline is sounding like a good idea, so what's the worst that can happen?" He downed the whole cup in one go, his face scrunching up at the bitterness of both the coffee and the terrible energy drinks that Diariseki likes. Coughing, he poured himself another cup of Diariseki's patent-pending Danger Brew and set to work making the pancakes.

"Alright, here's the plan for today." Toga looked up, still pouting at him, "My dad is having a yard sale today to get rid of some of his old shit, and he roped me into helping him. So, while I'm doing that, you're going to be inside the house restrained all to hell and back, because you can't be trusted to behave properly around normal people."

"That's not true! I can behave, I can do it, you just don't believe in me, Aki-chan!" She exclaimed.

"Bitch, you tried to stab me literally seconds after I told you that stabbing me would kill you, don't stand there and pretend you know how normal people act."

Toga started stamping her feet, waving her arms around, "No, I can do it, let me help, I wanna help Aki-chan!" Shogeki sighed, running his hands down his face as he watched the girl getting ready to throw a tantrum. He looked over at the clock on the stove and saw that it was still only 4:30, and sighed.

"Jesus christ, fine. I'll let you help us set up the tables and move some stuff around, but once people start showing up, I'm locking you in my old room. Happy?"

The blonde's eyes lit up as Toga started giggling and swaying on her feet, nodding her head wildly. Shogeki rolled his eyes and set up a plate for her, grabbing a plastic fork and knife from the drawer and brought it over to the dining table. He set her up and leaned against the wall, hoping he could close his eyes for just a few short minutes.

"What are you doing up past curfew?" Shogeki's eyes shot open mere seconds after they'd closed, bloodshot and dilated as he turned to stare wildly at Aizawa. The teacher looked just as sleep deprived as always, but he seemed surprised by Shogeki's own manic expression.

Resisting the urge to gouge his own eyes out, he said, "Alright, well it started when Miruko scheduled me until 3:30 in the morning. So, when I clocked out she came up to me and asked, 'Whoa, hey, what are you doing, you have another area you need to patrol.' So I said, 'You scheduled me till 3:30, go fuck yourself.' And then I left."

"So you're telling me you abandoned your duties?"

"No, I'm telling you that I have a full time job watching Goldilocks over there, you know, that job you UA assholes dropped on me. Might wanna remember that if you want to give me shit. I could always just let her go."

"You'd be held responsible for any lives that she'd take after she leaves."

"Better than being responsible for the morons you call my classmates, now go away." He waved Aizawa away, wincing when he took a sip of his coffee. "Oh, wait, I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Here, would you like something to drink." He gestured to the pot of Danger Brew he'd placed on the table, which made Aizawa raise an eyebrow as he noticed the pot was bubbling and smoking way more than coffee should.

"That looks like it would kill a person. There's no way I'm drinking that."

"To each their own, I'm guessing, one of us is just a bit more of a bitch, hmm?" Shogeki said casually, leaning against the table and staring down his old teacher. They stood there for a few moments staring at each other, until the loud sounds of Toga eating her pancakes interrupted them. They both looked over to see that she was in her own little world, eating the pancakes she claimed she hated while looking all around the room while she swung her legs back and forth.

"Make sure she doesn't get into trouble, and don't let her out of your sight when you take her out today. Here's your permission papers." He passed the student a folder of paperwork, which confused Shogeki.

"Excuse me, you dropped this girl on me without nary a second of hesitation. I'll take her wherever the fuck I want."

"Alright, the staff let you get away with quite a lot here, but watch your mouth and keep the noise down."

"Yeah, sure, just leave me to my suffering. Why are even up, anyway?"

The older hero sighed, "My class has had problems with meeting their curfew in the past, so I've taken to checking that it's being followed. At least you're not getting into fights."

"How many problem children do you have this year? I know Dairiseki and I gave you plenty of shit, they any worse than us?"

"Well, I have 3 this year, and you have no idea how easy I had it last year." Aizawa checked his watch. "I have to get going, just make sure you don't cause any more problems than you normally do."

"Yes sir." Shogeki said with a mock salute, causing the older man to roll his eyes.

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Shogeki stepped out of the taxi, dragging Toga along with him, trying to keep himself focused on what he was doing. He'd thought he'd be able to get some sleep during the ride here, but Toga was likely to try and stab the cab driver if she got the chance, so that plan had been thrown out almost immediately. At this point it was 8 o'clock, and he'd been forced to deal with the few classmates he had that were early risers, meaning that he's in a pretty shit mood by now. Thankfully, Chikara is a zombie before she starts her morning workout and Konchu is more worried about Doro not eating her worms. As he walks down the path to his father's house, he's trying to mentally prepare himself for having to deal with his father. Speaking of which.

"Alright Toga, I'm only gonna say this once. My dad is starting to get old, and his job isn't exactly an easy one. So if there's one thing I want you to do, it's to not give him a hard time, alright? Just don't be crazy for just one day, please?"

The girl just scoffed at him, skipping ahead of him. "I was already planning on being on my best behavior, Aki-chan. How can I make a good first impression if I'm not polite?" She said, which caught him by surprise. Maybe this would be easier than he'd- "Besides, if he doesn't like me, he might not want to help us with our wedding!"

'And there it is.' He thought with a scowl, not bothering to argue about the wedding thing. They walked up the porch and walked in without knocking. Shogeki rationalized that his old man wanted his help, so he'd put up with his bullshit whether he liked it or not. He cuffed Toga to the railing on the stairs and made a beeline for the kitchen. After a few hours, his caffeine high was over, and he was starting to crash hard. He set up a pot of coffee, looking at his father's decaf coffee mix with disgust before he pushed it to the side so he could grab the normal mix behind it. Setting it to brew, he leaned against the counter and called out, "POPS! Get your ass down here, we've got shit to do!"

He heard the floorboards upstairs creaking for a second, before a loud, "Watch how you talk to me, boy!" answered his call. He's not good with stairs, so it'll take him a few minutes to make his way down here. Shogeki decided to put on a kettle, figuring his dad would want some tea to start his day.

"Hi Shogeki-san! I'm Himiko!"

"Ah shit." He swore and, dropped what he was doing, sprinting out of the kitchen, trying to get to the stairs before-

"Who the hell are you, get out of my house!" Shogeki Akihiro yelled at the girl in front of him, "I never said you could come in here, so what gives you the right to barge into my house?"

"Aki-chan brought me here, sir!"

"The hell is an Aki-chan?"

"It's me you old bastard, now get down here, we have shit to do!" Akira got between them, hoping that his dad wouldn't shock the girl. He's had to electrocute this girl more times than he'd have liked this past week, so anything his father did would be pushing the envelope.

"Oh, Akira, it's about time you showed up, boy, where have you been?" The hero-in-training sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Pops, you're 45, not 80. Wait a few more years and then you can try to pull that shit with me." This wasn't the first time he's tried this shit, and to this day, Totsu is the only one who laughed at it. But of course, a soft giggle from beside him proved him wrong, and he turned to see a blushing Toga, hand over her mouth, laughing at his father's shitty, shitty joke.

"Ha! You see, boy, I told you that joke was gold." His father laughed, moving past him and into the kitchen. The older man clapped the girl on the shoulder, saying, "I like this one." From the corner of his eye, he saw the sly smile Toga was wearing, taking a seat on the steps while she waited.

'Oh, she's good at this.' He thought, following his father into the kitchen. The water he'd put to boil had finished, and his father started making himself some tea, shouting out to Toga if she'd like some.

"How's the station been holding up?" Akira asked his father, grabbing a few coffee mugs for them to use. Since both him and his father were more conservative in their belongings when it came to things like cutlery and the like, he was forced to use one of his mother's old coffee mugs for Toga. Although in perfect condition, he felt the need to quickly rinse it out to get rid of all the dust it had collected over the years.

"The firehouse has seen better days, but they've also seen much worse. Dolton's picking up my shift for today so that I can be here for the yard sale, so I want you to do something nice for him as thanks."

"Well alright, let's ignore the fact that I was already planning to pay him back. Tell me why I have to help someone for doing you a favor?"

Akihiro looked at his son with a straight face, the edges of his mouth fighting a smile and said, "Because I'm your father, and you love me very much, and want to make my life eas-."

"You can't even say that without laughing, don't start with me." He rolled his eyes as his father laughed, bringing the tea and some cookies he'd put on a tray and taking them out into the parlor. Akira followed suit, grabbing Toga along the way. He set her down on the sofa across from Akihiro, removed her cuffs, and grabbed his father's arm, channeling a few hundred volts into the older man.

"The hell d-"

"If she moves from that chair, zap her and call for me. She's the villain I was telling you about. I'm gonna go check what you're selling and grab the tables from the attic, just keep an eye on her and don't let her move." He sent a look towards the blonde and made his way up the stairs, trying to ignore the laughing he heard behind him.

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"Hi, uh, I'd like to buy this garden hose… Uh, sir?" Akira's head shot up from where he'd been cradling it in his hands, blinking at the woman in front of him.

"Yes, yes, you- Yeah, garden hose, a thousand yen, that's, yeah." He was so fucking tired. If he knew it wouldn't kill his father's electric bill, he'd just charge himself to max and run off of that, but that would fuck up his body harder than he'd like to admit. He really wasn't in the mood for organ failure today. Besides, he's already on his fourth pot of coffee today, so he was running on fumes at this point, and he still had another 2 hours to go.

The woman gave him a concerned look and handed over the money, but then looked over his shoulder. "Is she okay?"

"Hmm?" He looked over his shoulder to where Toga had been cuffed to one of the support pillars on his father's porch. She was rocking side to side as she hummed a song to herself, but other than that she seemed fine. He looked back to the woman, "What's wrong with her?"

"Why is she tied up?"

"I'm a hero student, she's my long-term assignment. She's a member of that officially licensed rescue company or whatever, pretending to be a villain. Really convincing ain't she?" Totsu would be so proud of his ability to lie under pressure right about now.

"Oh well that makes sense I guess." The woman replied, causing Akira to give a soft sigh of relief. "But what is she holding?"

"Wha?" He turned back to Toga, blinking his eyes when he realized his sight was a bit blurry. Once his vision cleared a bit, he noticed that Toga had her face buried in- "Is that my fucking underwear?!" He ran over to her, yanking the cloth out of her hands, causing her to whine and try to grab them back. "What the hell is wrong with you? Where did you even get this?"

"Well, I took them off of you when you were making more coffee earlier." She answered innocently.

"You what?!" He stretched out his pants a bit and looked do- Yep, he wasn't wearing underwear anymore. The pair he was holding in his hands were in perfect condition, no cuts or tears anywhere on them, meaning she couldn't have forced them off of him. He looked back at the girl with wide eyes, "How the hell did you do that?"

"A woman must never reveal her secrets, baby, especially not to the love of her life."

"Knock it off with that shit, we're not in love and we're not getting married, so stop talking about it. Also, stop calling be baby, alright, it's creepy."

"Whatever you say… Daddy." The smug smile she wore only pissed him off even more, and he decided to go back to ignoring her. With nowhere else to put them for the time being, he resigned himself to giving his underwear back to Toga, who accepted it like a child being given candy. He made his way back to the table, seeing that the woman had simply left the money and taken her leave, something Akira wished desperately he was allowed to do himself.

"Just two hours, just two more hours and it's over." He mumbled to himself, going back to cradling his head in his hands.

"Two more hours until what?" Hamada asked.

"Two mor-" His head shot up, staring at the water girl with bloodshot eyes.

"Hi Shogeki-kun!" She waved, a smile on her face. Ishi stood next to the girl, looking slightly afraid of his sleep deprived classmate. That made sense, not only did Shogeki have 7 inches and 30 pounds on the guy, but he looked tired and pissed.

"What the fuck are you doing here, I came here to get away from you assholes!" He quickly turned to Ishi and added, "Not you Ishi, you haven't really pissed me off yet, you get a pass." The smaller boy relaxed a bit, but tensed back up when Akira started yelling again. "Hamada! Go home! Take Ishi with you, I have enough to deal with today. Oh god, please tell me Totsu's not here."

"No, Totsu-kun's still at school. I just came here to see if you have a flat iron for my hair."

"A fl- A flat iron?" Akira looked at her with death in his eyes. A quick glance at Ishi told him that the other boy didn't know about the reason for the trip, so he'll give him another pass.

"Yeah, my hair has started getting really curly lately, and I wanted to straighten it out before it got too bad."

Akira looked at Ishi, "Get her the fuck out of here, boy, I'm not dealing with this today."

"Yes sir, sorry sir!" The nervous boy grabbed Hamada by her sweater and started to pull, meaning the girl would have to follow him unless she wanted to expose herself.

Akira glanced over his shoulder, making sure that Toga was still where she should be, before he put his head in his hands again, wishing for his day to end.

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'Oh fucking hell, I think I wished a bit too hard.' His body felt heavier than normal, and it was hard to move, but whatever the hell he was laying on, it was soft. Something was touching him, and he heard a soft voice, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Opening his eyes with a groan, he saw two moons, both a bright yellow, and the voice became clearer.

"Sleep, little pigeon,

And fold your wings,

Little blue pigeon

With velvet eyes;

Sleep to the singing

Of mother-bird swinging

Swinging the nest

Where her little one lies."

Singing? Who would be singing to him? It certainly wasn't Hamada, he's heard her singing and it's terrible. Even he could sing better than Hamada, and he could only sing show tunes. His eyes were open, but everything was so blurry. He must have crashed after getting back to the dorms. He'd been awake for so long, he needed to remember to buy Diariseki more energy drinks. He had more that he still had to do today.

"Away out yonder

I see a star,

Silvery star

With a tinkling song;

To the soft dew falling

I hear it calling

Calling and tinkling

The night along."

The song is soft and quiet, barely above a whisper, so nice and peaceful. He gave up trying to identify the singer. He figured he was in his bed, although his pillows felt different. He closed his eyes again, letting the lullaby wash over him, as the mystery singer ran their fingers through his hair. It was getting really long, he should probably cut it, but then he wouldn't have enough to make the quirk-compatible fabric he needs for his costume. Keeping hair in a plastic bag was gross, and he hated doing it, so he just grew it out and wore it long until he needed it.

"In through the window

A moonbeam comes,

Little gold moonbeam

With misty wings;

All silently creeping,

It asks; 'Is he sleeping

Sleeping and dreaming

While mother sings?'..."

It was Toga, that's who was singing to him. It had to be, who else would be crazy enough? Ever since their first training camp, everyone in his class knows not to bother him when he sleeps. They had played cards until late, keeping him awake until he punched them into unconsciousness. They didn't sleep well, but he had, and they all trained until their bodies' screamed.

"But sleep, little pigeon,

And fold your wings,

Little blue pigeon

With mournful eyes;

Am I not singing? -

See, I am swinging -

Swinging the nest

Where my darling lies."

He was so tired. He works too much, too hard. His dad works less than him, and so do a few of Miruko's sidekicks. But he just wants to do his job. Someone has to, so he will, so that no one else has to worry. He'll just sleep for a few minutes more. It won't hurt anyone right? Just a few minutes.

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2-A Student Spotlight

Ishi Takumi- Male

Birthday- 1-01

Quirk- Sight-Based Immobilization

Hero Name- The Red Light Hero: District

Heroic Rank 15

Academic Rank 7

Ishi is around 5'5 will long black hair that covers his right eye. His eyes are red, and he'll normally have bags under them from lack of sleep and stress. Is rather nervous, and can get overwhelmed by too much noise. Will normally try to huddle down and make himself smaller when in groups.