The air felt tense and stiff once Deku walked back into the room, a growling Bakugo (still strapped in his chair with a ball gag in his mouth) was dragged via chair behind Kurogiri. Deku went to walk back to stand in front of the class while Kurogiri brought Bakugo back to his original spot.
Deku looked better than before, his skin less pale and his entire body clean of blood and vomit. He wore a new outfit: Black dress shoes, pants, vest, shirt, and a blood red tie.
Bakugo looked…a tad better. His left eye was purple via black eye, and he had a few scratches across his face, mainly on his cheeks.
"I…would like to apologize for the events that took place earlier. It wasn't my intention to attack Kacchan or go crazy like I did. For that, I'm sorry." He bowed in front of the group, before standing back up. "Toga is being punished as we speak. As much as I am angry with her, I won't be killing her for personal reasons. No, we aren't together romantically." He pointed out, his eyes lingering on Tsu a second longer than anyone else.
"Please refrain from talking for now. The next time you are injured, I won't be helping you." Kurogiri informed, taking the ball gag out of Bakugo's mouth.
"Fuck you." He growled silently.
"Now, you've been here long enough. It's time to finally show you all that why you're here." Deku stated, before snapping his fingers.
The lights in the room began to flicker on and off rapidly, drawing the attention of the students. Only when it stopped did a new voice begin to speak.
"My, my, my, quite the audience you have here! I've always preferred a captive one." Some of the students jumped in surprise and turned their attention back to Deku, and the new guy standing beside of him.
A tall man (assumed by the voice) towered over Deku, standing at an even six foot. He wore a dark orange shirt, the collar left upturned and a green striped bolo necktie with an oval-shaped azure brooch hanging around his neck, a black waistcoat and black dress pants. He had knee-high white boots with wedged heels and black toe-caps, plain dark red gloves and a tall brown top hat, a red ribbon tied around it and a pale feather sticking out on the left side. He also had a dark yellow, double-breasted overcoat with buttoned shoulder tabs and a high collar, which reaches below his knees, and a silver walking stick with a gold handle. And finally, a white mask with black lines over his face.
"Everyone, meet Mr. Compress. The reason why I'm allowed to do what I'm about to do without needing any pointless deaths." Deku stated, before turning his head to look at Mr. Compress. "There were no pointless deaths on your mission, correct?"
"A few of the agents may have bad headaches once they awaken, but no, I didn't have to eliminate anyone." He informed, while taking a blue orb out of his pocket. "When will these governments learn that witness protection never works?"
"Once they learn about the moles." Deku answered. "Now, bring our guest out. Then we can begin."
Compress nodded and snapped his fingers, causing the blue orb to glow. It started to expand and widen, becoming longer as it took shape. A human shape. A petite figure, to be more precise.
The moment the figure touched the ground, the blue light disappeared and revealed an African American woman. Her skin was light brown, her hair long and dark brown, she had orange eyes, and had glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose.
She was wearing a mint green skirt, cherry red camisole top, and black court shoes.
She looked freaked the fuck out. It especially didn't help with Compress' hand wrapped around her throat.
"Wha-Whe-Where am I?! What's going on?!"
"Relax Miss Foster, just do as the boss says and everything will be fine." Compress informed.
"B-Boss?!"
"That would be me, Miss Foster. Or can I call you Cynthia? I wouldn't want you feeling uncomfortable." Deku stated.
"Kinda late for that." Kaminari whispered.
"Y-You? A-Are you the boss here?"
"I am. You probably know me as Deku. I would like to apologize for having you kidnapped, but you were quite hard to get in contact with once the government knew we were looking for you." He grumbled the last part bitterly.
"W-Why were you looking for me? Please don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want!"
"Miss Foster please, I'm not going to have you killed. I need you and your Quirk after all." He chuckled. "Miss Foster, would you please tell everyone your profession and Quirk?" Deku asked, while motioning to the students. The poor womans eyes were so wide, you'd think they were going to fall out of her head.
"O-Of course. I-I'm a therapist, a-and my Quirk is c-called Remembrance."
"And what does your Quirk do, Miss Foster? How does it work?"
"I-I can produce the memories of people I touch through my eyes, like a projector. It can be a specific, requested memory or simply a random one."
"And this is why you're all here. To expose the truth of who Kacchan really is, and what he has done." Deku exclaimed with a clap of his hands. "Today, you're going to see what drove me down this path of blood and villainy."
"…It's kind of unmanly to push the blame onto someone else." Kirishima stated.
"Thank you Shitty Hair!"
Deku scowled at the intrusion, not liking when he was cut off, especially when the comment used to cut him off was rude. But he played it cool, before giving Kirishima a wide smile.
"Kirishima, I thought you of all people would be on my side on this matter." Deku said, causing the redheads eyes to widen, while everyone else turned their attention to him. "I mean, we do have something in common. We both hate, hate, hate bullies. How can you stand by, or in this case, sit by and defend one?"
"Bakubro's not a bully! Sure he's rough around the edges…like, really rough. Like, rougher than sandpaper with pieces of sharp glass pushed into it on a bumpy road-
"Shitty Hair!"
"-but he's like, my best friend! So I'm obviously going to pick his side over the side of some villain…no offense please don't electrocute me."
"Hmm, we'll see about that." Deku turned to his captive with a glare. "Miss Foster, go up to the angry blond child and touch him. Kurogiri, shut off the lights." A wide, toothy grin stretched across his face. "It's show time!"