Chisaki and Shigaraki emerged from the portal and found themselves returned to the camera room. Kurogiri and Giran stood opposite them, the former stood waiting attentively while the latter leaned against the table with his arms crossed over his chest.

Giran straightened upon seeing them arrive and Kurogiri .

"Hey, you're alive!" He said with a toothy grin. "Good to see that neither of you got too roughed up."

Shigaraki rolled his eyes and didn't answer. Instead, he detached himself from Chisaki's side and strolled up to Kurogiri. "Lets get home," He began, his lips set in a vaguely pensive smile. "I need to talk to Sensei." He said with a glance over his shoulder at Chisaki.

"Shigaraki." She said, frowning. "Don't forget about the-"

"Right the hospital." He interrupted, amusement flickering in his eyes behind his hand-mask. "She insists that we take the two men downstairs to a hospital instead of killing them."

Kurogiri furrowed his nonexistent brow, his eyes shifting between Shigaraki and Chisaki. "If you authorize it, I will. Just keep in mind the possible repercussions."

"Yeah," Shigaraki said with a grin and a wave of a had. "It'll be fine. We'll have to transfer everything to another warehouse anyways."

"Understood." Kurogiri responded with a bow of his head. "Will the local hospital two towns over due?"

Shigaraki shrugged and Chisaki gave a nod. One of the monitors showed the two men being swallowed by one of Kurogiri's portals.

She let loose a sigh of relief, finally they were on their way to somewhere safe.

Shigaraki raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you looking so content for?"
She stared at him for a moment and cocked her head. "What do you mean? Why shouldn't I be happy?"
An eerie grin spread across his lips. "Kurogiri could have easily sent them somewhere other than a hospital, somewhere dangerous. But here you are, so certain that you've won." His grin only grew when he saw her surprise. "Do you really trust us that much?"

That thought hadn't even crossed her mind.

"Y-yeah. I guess I do." She said with wide eyes.

"Well stop it." He said with a snort. "That kind of unfounded trust will get you killed."

He turned around to say something to Kurogiri.

Chisaki found herself staring at him again in bewilderment.

When had she started to trust them?

Shouldn't she be repulsed? Hadn't they just killed a dozen people?

Why wasn't she more angry?

"Kiddo?" Giran asked, touching her shoulder.

She looked up suddenly. "Y-yeah?"

"You okay?" He asked. "I heard from Kurogiri that you went storming out of here earlier, right after throwing up, and then we couldn't contact you."
She gave a shallow smile. "I'm fine." Her eyes darted guiltily to the corpses displayed on the monitors. "I don't feel like I should be, but I'm fine now."

"Ah." Giran responded, giving a knowing nod upon following her gaze. "Yeah, that takes a while to get used to."

She frowned. "I just… I don't plan to get used to it."

He sighed and gave her a small smile. "Sometimes I can't help but wonder why such a kind girl like you ended up with us-"

"Giran, Chisaki, let's go." Kurogiri interjected from a few feet away. A warp gate hovered beside him.

"Where's Shigaraki?" Chisaki asked, not seeing the third villain.

"He's already back home. He wanted to talk to Sensei for a moment." Kurogiri supplied.

"Oh. Ok." Chisaki said as she approached the portal, surprised that she hadn't noticed the development.

A minute later and the three of them were standing back in the bar.

Kurogiri sighed, closed his warp gate, and circled the bar; ready to resume his glass polishing duties.

Giran and Chisaki took seats at the bar.

They sat for a minute in silence.

"Hey Kurogiri." Giran said after a second. "Do you think that you could ask your boss to raise my salary?"
"Not really." He responded flatly. "Why?"

"Well you guys have me running around and doing all of these high risk missions without notice and I'm still getting paid the exact same amount as before."

"Oh? You're getting paid?" Chisaki asked, surprised.

"Of course. I mean, man has to live off of something. Right?"

"Does that mean that you also get paid Kurogiri?" Chisaki asked, turning to the bartender curiously.
"No." He said cooly. "Since I live and 'work' here, I just share funds with the league and don't actually get 'paid'."

"I see." She said, smiling. "So Shigarakis the same way?"

"Kind of." He began, grinning slightly, as if he found the idea amusing. "But it's more like a parent-child relationship. Since Shigaraki is the boss' successor, it's only natural that they provide for him-" He furrowed his brow in concern, Chisaki had gone stiff at his words. "Chisaki? Are you okay?"

She just stared at him in disbelief. "Sh-Shigaraki is Sensei's protege?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yeah." Giran said with a raised eyebrow, barely suppressing a laugh. "You didn't know?"

She stared dumbly at the countertop. "N-no. Of course not. How was I supposed to know that?" A realization hit her, the blood drained from her freckled cheeks, and she looked up to her companions in panic. "Kurogiri, I-I almost shot the next leader of the league! What do I do? Sensei's going to hate me! I'm going to die! What am I going to do-"

The bartender watched her overreaction humorously. How nice it must have been to be that young and have that much energy; especially after such an eventful day.

A voice suddenly came from the TV above them, startling Chisaki out her panicked ramblings.

"Kurogiri. I need to speak with Chisaki, could you please send her to me. We have something very important to discuss."

That voice was unmistakably Sensei, and Chisaki was certain that he sounded royally pissed off; but it was the kind of "royally pissed off" that was preceded by a large, secretly threatening, smile.

Kurogiri set down the glass he had been cleaning and, ignoring Chisaki's incessant cries to the contrary, he opened the portal to Sensei's 'office'.

"In you go, Chisaki."
"No! Kurogiri how could you do this to me!" She exclaimed. She quickly turned to Giran in her last ditch attempt to 'save' herself. "Giran. Please you must know some trick, how can I get out of here?"
He tilted his head mournfully, "Sorry Kiddo. I'm afraid this is inevitable." He said, playing along, but almost breaking character as tears burst into Chisaki's green eyes.

Kurogiri rolled his eyes. "Oh calm down, it's not that big of a deal. Just get in the portal."

"N-no!" She exclaimed, leaning away.

"Fine." Kurogiri said, much to Chisaki's surprise.

Her relief was immediately rescinded, however, when she noticed that she was sinking. She looked down to find that a warp gate had been placed directly below her chair and was swallowing both her and her stool.

"Kurogiri!" She exclaimed in outrage, "You traitor!"

Kurogiri just shrugged.

"Don't worry, Kiddo," Giran said, grinning down at her as she sank in up to her ankles. "You'll be fine."

"Fine? What do you mean, fine?" She hollered before she was completely swallowed by the black portal.

She popped out the other end and for a second she thought that she was falling, before her stool connect with the ground. It teetered for a moment and Chisaki let out a startled yelp, her arms flailing around her in order to regain balance.

Someone cleared their throat and she looked up.

Kurogiri had landed her directly in front of Sensei and his big throne of machinery. He smiled down at her in something between amusement and astonishment, at the sudden appearance of a girl on a stool.

"S-Sensei. Hi." She began while giving him a nervous smile.

"Hello Chisaki. How kind of you to bring your own chair." He said, smiling the smile of 'secret death'. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened at the warehouse."

"R-right. S-so... Shigaraki must have told you about it." She said, looking away nervously.

"Why do you sound so hesitant. Are you feeling alright?"

"Y-yes I'm fine!" She exclaimed.

"Okay…" He said dubiously, leaning his head on his hand. "How about you tell me about your sudden decision to jump through a warp gate and engage yourself in an active combat zone."

"W-well s-sir-"

"Sir?"

"Sensei! I mean Sensei- I was…" Her lips stretched into a thin lipped frown as she recalled the moment. "I was terrified, Sensei. At first, I thought that maybe I could handle the combat, that I was ready to witness the death. After all, it's not like I personally knew any of these criminals, but… Just standing by and watching people die, it goes against every fiber in my being. I couldn't just stand there, I got angry. So, when I saw an opportunity to save a life, I took it."

"Even though it impeded the execution of the mission?" He said, raising what would have been an eyebrow.

"I didn't really think about the mission," She said, her face turning red. "just what was happening in front of me. I was focused on the human life being extinguished without just cause."

"That sounds a lot like something a Hero would say. Don't you think?"

"R-really? That hadn't occurred to me." She said sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed by the comparison.

A moment passed in which Sensei seemed to be studying her face thoughtfully, and she studied his in trying to understand what he was thinking or how he was going to react next.

"You know, Chisaki, its occured to me before that maybe you might want to be a vigilante hero. It would come more naturally to someone with such a kind heart as yours."

"N-No!" She blurted out, before suddenly remembering herself and speaking more quietly. "Even if I were strong enough to work as a vigilante, I wouldn't want to leave… As much as I might disagree with Shigaraki's brutal methods, I really can't help thinking that this world needs changing. Heroes are figureheads who pander to hollow ideals. It doesn't matter how good their intentions may be, the hero society ultimately corrupts and treads thoughtlessly on those they don't have a use for. It crowns violent fanatics with explosive quirks as prodigies and leaders. While people with no control of their circumstances, are marginalized. People who have to hide their pain behind smiles and -Oh, I'm projecting aren't I. Sorry. Sorry." She exclaimed, her face suddenly flashing red in embarrassment. "What I meant to say was this." She took a deep breath and composed herself. "Sensei, if you're still willing to have me in the league, I would like to stay and earn a place here."

A small laugh escaped his lips. "Oh Chisaki. I don't know whether to reward or admonish you." Sensei said as he steepled his fingers in contemplation. "On one hand, it's refreshing to see you remain true to your ideals and sense of justice, which is something that cannot be said for most people in this industry. On the other hand, you have not only put yourself in danger but also risked Shigaraki's own wellbeing… Hmmm, what a conundrum." He tilted his head to the side and spoke partially over his shoulder. "What do you want to do Shigaraki?"

Shigaraki? He was here?
The young man stepped out from behind the throne, still decorated in his dismembered hands and his calculating red eyes watching Chisaki in scrutiny.

Her face flushed red again. Had he been listening the whole time? She was pretty sure that she's called his methods brutal.

If he heard, he didn't comment. After a moment he said, "I think that she should play a game as punishment. Something to test her resolve." A grin stretched across his lips. "Recently there's been a certain gang that's been getting full of themselves and acting out of line. In two months, you and I will both lead opposing sides of a pincer attack on their base. If you succeed in reaching the base and meeting up with me and my team without killing a single person, you can keep operating as you please, but if you fail and your team kills someone then you'll have to work by my rules." He said, cocking his head and grinning wider.

She didn't even blink. "I'll do it." She said immediately. She hadn't even given herself time to think it over, but if it meant that she could redeem herself and prove to him that murder was not the only way of solving problems, then it was worth it.

"Shigaraki," Sensei began. "I'm fine with you two competeing, but won't Chisaki be at a huge disadvantage: she has no quirk, has no combat experience, is not trained, and has never managed a group of villains before. Normally I wouldn't mind the difference in experience or power, but this operation that you want to wager on is dangerous. If Chisaki were to fail in even completing the basic objectives and subdue the gang, then your side would have a much bigger issue on its hands, Shigaraki."

Shigaraki grinned. "Well, we can easily resolve two of those issues within two months. Giran and Kurogiri can train her, but for the other one…" A conspiratorial look flashed in his eyes. "Sensei, would you be willing to give Chisaki a quirk?"

The older villain raised an eyebrow and turned to face the bewildered girl on the stool, studying her anew.

She must have misheard them. Right? There was no way that they could have been talking about an actual quirk. There was no way to collect and give quirks. Unless… unless that was an actual quirk.

"Yes." Sensei said after a moment. "But I'll need some time to properly prepare one, and she'll need at least two weeks in order to adjust to it."

"This quirk thing," Chisaki began in excitement. "Is it part of a quirk? Is that what your quirk is Sensei?"

Shigaraki let out a husky wheeze, Chisaki thought that it might be what passed as a laugh from him; at least it looked to be from the way he was holding his sides. "You didn't know about about Sensei's quirk?"
"Apparently I don't know anything." She said, frowning.

Shigaraki let out another stream of wheezes. "Oh god, you joined without knowing anything? You must really be a naive idiot."
"I'm not an idiot!" She exclaimed defensively. "I may be a little…. Well maybe really naive, but I'm not-"
"Its okay Chisaki." Sensei said, sighing. She thought for a moment that he might be rolling his eyes at his childish successor. "My quirk is called All For One. It allows me to strip away people's quirks, use them, and give them to other people. I don't blame you for not knowing. You and I never got around to talking about my quirk, and with everything that's been happening to you, I'm not surprised that we never discussed all the secrets of the league."
"Well is there anything else that I should know?" She asked, biting her lip. Something clawed its way from the back of her mind. "I think some project got mentioned earlier, just before we left. The NOMU project? Does that sound right?"
Sensei raised an eyebrow and Shigaraki stopped laughing.

"How do you remember that but not know about All For One?" Shigaraki asked, eyes narrowed.

"I don't know, maybe because no one ever told me about Sensei's quirk?" She murmured. Sensei chuckled. "Well I'm certainly impressed. That project is absolutely critical for our future plans. Using All For One, we'r creating beings capable of holding multiple quirks." He said evenly. The screens behind Chisaki flashed to show the lab she had previously caught glimpses of on the screens.

She turned around to find that at least two dozen rows of six tanks each stretched across the screens. Frankenstein-esch muscular, black, bird like things with exposed brains were suspended inside of each tank. Though their eyes were closed and they appeared to be asleep, Chisaki couldn't help but find the thought of them moving at least a little terrifying.

"What are they." She asked breathlessly.

"The Nomu." Sensei said evenly. She could feel his 'eyes' boring into the back of her head. He was looking for some kind of a reaction. While the creatures were entirely unnerving and disgusting, she didn't want Sensei thinking that she couldn't even handle the sight of his monsters. His disappointment would have been too crushing.

"How are you going to use them?" She asked as she turned around, curiosity in her eyes.

"Well we're going to start by using them to kill All Might." Shigaraki said, his lips twisted into a smile, excited at the prospect. Chisaki couldn't help but wonder if he held his own grudge against the number one hero.

"Ultimately, the hope is to use them to overturn the hero society and their order. But yes, we are going to start with All Might." Sensei said. "It'll show the world just how shallow and useless the heroes ultimately are."

Chisaki didn't know how to respond for a second. This plan sounded violent, but world change wouldn't come from kind words and platitudes. She would just have to harden her heart and get used to such concepts and the methods used to employ them.

"Right." She said with a nod, refusing to betray that the idea had bothered her.

Sensei watched her for a moment, as if he had expected a reaction from her.

She smiled inwardly, she was getting used to this.

"Do you have any more questions?" Sensei asked, eyes watching her intently.

"No." She said, tilting her head to the side and trying to think. "Though I'm sure that think of some later."

"Thats fine. Don't hesitate to ask Kurogiri or Shigaraki if anything else occurs to you."

Chisaki gave a nod. She would be sure to hound them with every question that occurred to her.

"Well if that's it," Shigaraki said, pulling the hand off his face. "I have a guild match to get to." He said as he walked away. He held up the decapitated hand over his shoulder and gave a brief wave, as he disappeared through a door.

"I'm sure that you're exhausted Chisaki." Sensei began, slipping into a warm smile as he turned back to her. "I'll call Kurogiri and he can take you home."

"Okay." She relaxed and smiled even wider. "Thank you for the talk today. I was actually really worried about what you might say regarding what happened at the warehouse." She admitted, tilting her head and giving a nervous laugh.

"You didn't need to be." Sensei said, humorously. "I found it entertaining to hear that someone actually stood up to my protege. Most people, would have been too intimidated by his 'personality' to speak their mind."

She found herself stifling a laugh at the little dig at the once intimidating villain.

"I like the gas mask by the way. It's a nice, slightly sinister, touch to the bartender outfit."

"Thank you Sensei." Chisaki responded.

Her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.

"Sir?" Kurogiri said, suddenly appearing next to a vortex.

"Kurogiri." He said, "Can you please get Chisaki home? She deserves to rest after the day shes had."

"Yes sir." Kurogiri replied, inclining his head. "Is it alright if I take her to the bar first? I'm sure that she'll want to change her clothes and collect her belongings."

"Of course." He said. "I'll see you again soon, Chisaki." He said as she stood to leave. "We still have to get you that quirk after all."

"Right. Thank you Sensei."

After that, things blurred. Kurogiri returned her to the bar, where Chisaki changed out of her costume, picked up her things and was ferried back to her neighborhood park.

When she finally stumbled her way into her still empty apartment, her phone read 11:00 PM and the adrenaline and shock from the night's events had begun to fade. Exhaustion caught up to her and she collapsed into her bed, where she passed out, still fully dressed.


A Note From The Author: So last chapter Chisaki was the angry badass, and this chapter she's the embarrassed fool. Seem like emotional whiplash yet? Sorry about that. These characters are complicated and I can't let them stay one dimensional and angry for too long; it hurts my soul.

On a more personal note, I got quite burnt out while writing this most recent chapter. So I won't be working on this story for a few weeks.

I'm not abandoning this story though! The ball has only just gotten rolling after all.

So, if any of you have anything that you would like me to correct, or rewrite for what's here, just let me know and I'll get on it. A

lso, if any of you have any ideas for this story, do comment on it. This plot I've got planned out has a lot of holes to fill so if anyone has ideas, I'm all ears.

Thank you for reading.

See you soon.