It takes the villain a moment to build up to it but, when he does explode, it's a tantrum of epic proportions. It's almost reminiscent of pre-training-trip Naruto; Kakashi's getting the warm and fuzzies from the flashback it offers. Yet, this guy is no cute, runty blond. Plus, Naruto'd never do something so trashy as to walk around with severed hands all up his arms and on his face. Does that not compromise his field of vision? Surely it must do?
"-a cheat! It has to be a cheat! A glitch that shouldn't-"
Yeah, Kakashi's gonna go right ahead and ignore that rant right there. Scratching at the back of his neck, he draws the headband back down over his eye, focusing on the two villains that remain. Kamui is out; it still takes far too much out of him to do it more than once and that thing had been big.
Man, he hopes the bastard thing isn't running riot in the other dimension. He keeps his best porn in there.
"I'm not leaving without causing some damage!" And then Handy is rushing him.
Kakashi intercepts the first punch, shifting the arm up and away from his body. The fingers brush against the braces on his forearm and then they're just, not there anymore?
Disengaging with a solid kick to the fucker's chest, Kakashi gets a bit of breathing room to better assess the situation. Right, disintegration quirk then, perhaps a full five finger touch to activate. Easy enough to solve, he just needs to lop off a digit or two.
Drawing his tantō, Kakashi swings the blade around into a reverse grip, eyeing the man he's now relatively certain was behind the security breach. Dusted armguard, dusted front gate; it makes sense.
Two things happen in the same breath then; All Might arrives and the warper decides things have become too dangerous to continue with.
There's a still silence between them all now; Aizawa on the floor, All Might switching admirably quickly from 'defeat the villain' to 'aid the casualties', and the students gawking at him. Huh, some more have made it back to them.
It's the explosive one (Bakugo, was it?) that sums it all up.
"What the actual FUCK?!"
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Well, that could have ended far worse than it actually did and, though it stings a little that the turning point of the whole situation rested upon the shoulders of a fifteen-year-old child, Shota is mature enough to move beyond that with out a little griping. All of the students are shaken up by the experience, especially given what they witnessed happen to Thirteen. They'd all been dropped in the deep end, sink or swim (in Midoriya and Asui's case, it'd been quite literal) to fight against villains. He's proud that they all managed well (though some more so than others), that they've handled themselves as true heroes in training would.
Then, then there's Hatake.
It'd been a split-second decision to send him after the ones warping away; he knows the brat's quick simply because he managed to avoid the warper's technique. Based on the report Midoriya gave him, it's a good thing he did; it'd have been a lot harder for the other two to escape the shipwreck zone without him, though Shota doesn't doubt the two would have succeeded in the end. He's left Hatake for last, both so he can get the full story from the two with him, and both so he can organise his own thoughts on the matter. Objectively, he'd known Hatake's quirk had a lot of potential, not that he'd shared more than 'I was a fighter in the other life' and 'I've a couple techniques under my belt'. As far as Shota's concerned, a thousand is significantly different to 'a couple'. Bloody brat.
Hatake slouches into the cushions of the sofa, head against the back support and single eye closed. He's removed the arm-guards, sword, chest-plate and what Shota is relatively certain was a weapons pouch. Without the armour, he's clothed in a simple pair of black trousers and a sleeveless tank-top to which the mask is attached (how?). For Hatake, it's a remarkably casual look.
He's almost spotted the swirl-like tattoo on his arm which he'll be speaking to the brat about later. Once he's got his statement on the god-damn villain attack.
Today has been a shit day.
"Right, Hatake. Quick questions, then we're both going to go home and spend the rest of the day pretending the last three hours never happened." They can deal with the potential trauma tomorrow.
Hatake hums, sole eye sliding open to stare at him. It's slate grey, nothing like the other one he keeps beneath his headband. No glowing red, now pattern that moves and changes; just a normal eye. He's got so many questions but he'll stick to what's most pressing.
"What happened to the creature Handsy brought with him?"
The kid actually giggles at the nickname but Shota can't be bothered to call Shigaraki by name. It's a false one anyway; clearly the warper knew what he was doing. Why he's allowing a tantrum throwing brat to run the operations, Shota doesn't know. He does know that Shigaraki has an incredibly dangerous quirk; it's lucky he never actually got a hold of Hatake's arm. That arm guard had become dust terrifyingly fast.
"It's in my pocket dimension."
"It's- what." Shota stares at the brat, mentally praying for patience. He knows All Might and Nezu are listening in on this; the principle had recommended he be the sole presence to question them because trust issues may have developed as a result of the attack. They didn't want the kids any more uncomfortable than what they already were, apparently.
"Maa, I can suck things into a pocket dimension that's located in my eye," Hatake explains, lazily gesturing to the hidden gateway to another world that apparently rests in his skull as if it's nothing of true consequence, "it's harder to take shit out though."
"But you could get the creature out," Shota asks, forefinger and thumb pinching at the bridge of his nose. His eyes still sting from overusing his quirk but his eyedrops are at home and he's not been able to go retrieve them. After all, he's never once had to overuse his quirk while filling his role as a teacher.
"Yep~" The kid's eye curves into the soft upside-down 'u', the muscles beneath the mask distorting beneath the weight of a smile Shota can't see. This is ridiculous; he needs to move on from this line of questioning before he just gives up the ghost entirely. They can always catch Hatake tomorrow to get the creature out. While they're in a heavily guarded room. With a few other heroes for back-up. Like All Might, Mr. Powerhouse himself.
"Any other questions, or am I free to go?"
"I've got so many questions for you, Hatake, that'd I'd probably keep you here all night if I could ethically get away with it. Predominately about your quirk and the past life you recall but keep so tightly locked up."
"But I'm only a sweet fifteen years old, sensei. I need my beauty sleep." Tch, as if that matters to the brat that never removes the facemask. He's probably got tan lines from the thing. Hell, Shota wouldn't be surprised to find out Hatake sleeps in it.
"Don't think I didn't notice you went for a kill-shot."
At that, Hatake does sit up, eye fully open to give Shota his full attention. He spreads his legs slightly, feet planted firmly on the floor, elbows on his knees and fingers laced together. With the slight slouch, he looks far more serious. This'll be his hero press conference face, that much is clear. This is serious Hatake. How lovely to finally meet him off a villain-infested battlefield.
"That thing isn't alive; the heartbeats were too slow and there wasn't any brain activity going on up there. Our bodies run on electricity and energy; I can sense that energy to some extent and that thing… It isn't human, not anymore. Usually, a hit to the heart would put something like that down but…" Hatake trails off, shrugging his shoulders, the muscles beneath his pale skin coiled too tightly to be truly relaxed. "Next time, I'll go for the head."
"Next time, you'll leave it to us," Shota snaps in a tone that offers no chance for arguments. Hatake opens his mouth to do so anyway, but Shota makes sure to brutally cut him off. "No. Hatake, I'm serious. If you're going to be a hero, you cannot go around mercilessly decapitating things. Even if they are 'undead'-" he supresses the irritation that he's had to use such a word in a serious conversation. "- it doesn't matter. Public opinion counts for a hell of a lot more than it should and those creatures appear too human-like for anyone to be comfortable with it."
They sit for a moment, Shota blinking in a vain attempt to give his eyes that greatly needed moisture, Hatake relaxing his chin onto the weave of his fingers.
"Do you understand?"
"Yeah, Aizawa-sensei."
"Now, how did you know you could safely warp that thing away?"
"It's called Kamui. I can warp things to the pocket dimension but something that big I can only do once a day; I just don't have the energy for it… I know I can do it because that's where I keep my reading material."
"What."
Hatake grins again, lifting his headband to expose the scarred eyelid. Shota gets his first good look at the pupil beneath when it flutters open. It's red, with a black three-point pattern that twists outwards from the centre. The world distorts before it and then Hatake's holding a book.
Another one of his fucking porn books.
Shota's scarf snaps out, ripping the literature (if it could even be called such a thing) from the kid. He pouts. Or, Shota assumes he does beneath that mask. Shoving the book to a side to be later thrown into lost property (where it will forever remain lost), he moves onto the next question.
"Right. Were you injured in any way and do you need some counselling as a result of today's events?" Yaoyorozu and Iida, as the most sensible students of 1A had agreed instantly. The other three he'd personally thought would benefit from it had been pushed towards it. But Shota doesn't think Hatake needs it. Not for this. Oh, undoubtedly the brat has a lot to unpack, but now isn't the time, nor is it his place to do so for anything outside of today's incident. No, he'll have to pass his own opinion on to Nezu and allow the principle to take that matter further.
"Pass. Is that all, Aizawa-sensei?"
"I need a written report on what happened; consider it training for when you become a Pro." Though he highly doubts the report will arrive on time, given the brat can't even seem to turn up to class on time. Hell, he's already considering kidnapping the brat pre-summer camp in order to make sure he's there at the bus on time.
"Report, got it."
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"Knock, knock!" The cheery chime interrupts their quick stare off, Aizawa twisting to look at the new arrival with raised eyebrows. Hatake's emergency contact had simply been filled in as 'Keigo', no family name. With how hard Hawks works to keep his real name under wraps, it's a surprise he's offered up one of them. Though, it could always be a false one.
He's only half-surprised the other Pro is Hatake's emergency contact; they're both known to have bene picked up by the Hero Commission. Still, that the other has cares enough to act as that 'adult' in Hatake's life is reassuring; the kid has some bonds out of the tentative one he's forging with Todoroki (and there's a whole other box to unpack there).
"Hawks? Ah, you called in my responsible adult?" Hatake drawls, scratching at the back of his neck, shaggy silver hair swaying lazily with the motion.
"Yeah, they did; by government rules, you're still a kiddo. And you schooled some villains apparently. Let's go, dinner on me."
"Good, I could really go for some eggplant-mixed miso."
"Nice try, Kid. I'm paying, so it's my restaurant tonight."
"But I survived a horrid, mentally-scarring villain attack. Comfort food would only aid me now."
"And I saved seventeen lives today; soup isn't gonna fill me up."
The tow continues down the corridor, each trying to out-bullshit the other and that solves another mystery Shota never wishes he'd been exposed to. Hawks has an attitude because Hatake has an attitude. Or the other way around. Who knows. Shota doesn't care right now.
He's finished with his last interview and he can think over the conclusions the information will lead to while he'd bathing his eyes in moisturiser.