Chapter 13

(y/n) fought her hardest, and still, she couldn't do anything. She could pretend to be as independent as she wanted, but the truth was, without a quirk, she was pretty much stuck having to depend on someone else.

Or maybe not. She thought to herself, deciding to take a page out of Mochi's book, she whipped her head around and bit down on the arm of her captor. Hard. He let out an enraged howl, but she was free just long enough to grab a monitor and smack him across the face. She used the state of shock the rest of this freak's goons were in to make her escape. "You little bitch!" she heard from behind her, but she was already booking it down the hall, her heels clacking on the linoleum.

Quick, (l/n). Think. They're going to hear your shoes, but if you take them off, your pantyhose is going to make it difficult to run.

Fuck it.

She ducked around a corner, tossing her shoes in the opposite direction of where she planned on heading, and ripped her pantyhose so that her bare feet were exposed. From there, she began to make her escape.

Her first thought was the fire exit, but the minute she opened the door, the alarm started to sound. Furthermore, the purple goo was blocking her escape.

"This way!" she heard an angry voice somewhere close by.

Shit shit shit!

In a panic, she rushed into a nearby janitor's closet, looking around to try and find something to defend herself with. She found something better.

Prying open the vent in the closet, she squeezed her way inside, utterly relieved that her company had sprung for the extra wide vents. She did her best to maneuver around as stealthily as possible. Before too long, she heard voices somewhere beyond the nearest vent opening.

"We sealed all the exits, she can't have gone very far." She edged closer to the opening to try and peak out.

"Relax, boys. We don't really need to have the girl. All we need to do is make Eraser think we have her. He'll be dead long before he ever actually gets to her." She couldn't help the audible gasp that left her body.

Every goon in the room paused. Pincushion gave a nasty grin "Boys, I think we have a mouse loose in the vents." Before she could react, one of the goon's arm shifted into a long sharp blade, and cut open the vent, dragging her out and onto the floor.

(y/n) struggled and kicked and screamed bloody murder, but it didn't do much good. Before she knew it, she was right back where she started.

"Where did you think you were going to go, Sweetheart?" The spikey haired villain cooed at her.

"Sweden." She retorted dryly.

"I don't think you fully understand your position at the moment." The villain grabbed her by the throat and began to yank her to her feet. "I can take away everything that makes you unique in a matter of seconds. All it takes is one little prick, and poof. You're damaged goods."

(y/n) laughed. "I've never been prone to falling for scare tactics, Pal." She was smacked across the face so abruptly that she bit down on her tongue "I hope you enjoy living without a quirk, you prim little slut."

(y/n) spat blood into her captor's face "Quirk Smirk." She said it with such finality and pure aloofness that the Villain almost lost his composure. He was going to kill Eraserhead, and then he was going to snap this insolent brat's neck like a twig.

Eraserhead made his way to the front entrance

Alright, how does he get inside? The entirety of the building was covered in a thick purple goo.

What even was that stuff? "Huh." All Might said from beside him. "What, got an idea what this stuff is?"

The number one hero stroked his chin "It's a hunch, but I think I fought someone with a similar ability once. That goo might actually be the quirk user."

Aizawa sighed. "Well, there's only one way to find out for sure, huh?

With that, the Pro Hero activated his quirk.

Tendrils of long black hair began to float in the air as his eyes glowed a bright red. Just as Yagi had predicted, the goo began to recede. First slowly, then all at once. The rescue squad, which consisted of Eraserhead, All Might, Midnight and Present Mic made their way into the building.

"Hey, anyone get the feeling that might have been a little too easy?" Yamada said hesitantly.

Shouta shrugged. "Well, these men do intend for me to enter the building, so they can kill me, they aren't going to lock me out, now are they?"

As soon as they took one step into the lobby, they were attacked. Three or four men ran into the room, ready to fight. Midnight activated her quirk, as she rushed to engage, "Shouta, go! Find that cute little girlfriend of yours and give her a kiss for me. We'll hold them off." The rest of the team sprang into action.

Aizawa silently thanked them before he rushed off further into the building. He'd only ever been here once before, when (y/n) had to pick up a manuscript she'd left on her desk. Considering what a cocky bastard this villain seemed to be, Aizawa guessed he must be hiding out in (y/n)'s office. He burst through the door to the stairwell, using the tendrils of his scarf to scale the stairs to the fourth floor.

Shouta found them exactly where he'd expected. (y/n) was standing up, her entire body from her chest to her knees was wrapped tightly in the elastic arm of her captor. Her mouth had been covered to prevent any further biting. She struggled against the restraints when she caught sight of him

Wiggling and letting out muffled screams. "You're really bad at following instructions, Eraser." In his free hand, the man held up the used syringe. A quick glance at (y/n) confirmed that she had a bead of blood running down her neck from a small puncture wound.

"Shit. I'm sorry, (y/n)." Aizawa apologized. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, and I'm sorry for acting like such an ass these past few months. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

With that, Eraserhead focused on his combatant, and activated his quirk. Immediately, (y/n) was free. She collapsed on the floor, her limbs having given out some time ago "Shouta, be careful. He has a second dose on him." With that, she crawled under her desk and for once, conceded that she wouldn't be able to do anything that could help with this.

Shouta's scarf lashed out towards his target as they charged and used their momentum to launch them through the doorway into the main room of the floor. From then on, it was a scuffle. Fists and kicks were exchanged, as Shouta's eyes began to burn from the use of his quirk. No matter how much it stung, he wasn't about to release it. Sure enough, at some point during the fight, the elastic man pulled a second syringe out of his coat pocket and made a mad dash for Eraser.

The hero dodged out of the way, kicking the drug out of the man's hand. It went skidding to the floor, coming to a stop right outside (y/n)'s office.

"How does it feel, Eraserhead, knowing that you're the reason that someone important to you no longer has their quirk? The one thing that made that girl unique, was striped from her because of your actions."

"You know, I wasn't going to say anything, because I just hated the thought of bursting your bubble. However, you're dead wrong about (y/n). There are a lot of things about her that are unique. She's strong, and confident" he grunted, as a punch was delivered to his stomach "she's a fantastic dancer, and an even better cook, not to mention how handy she is with a wrench."

Eraser barely escaped getting hooked in the face "Well, aren't you just a sap in love."

Aizawa chuckled. "Yeah, that may be. But there's one more thing you don't know about her that's pretty special."

"And what would that be?" The sickening crunch of a broken nose was heard, and the villain pulled back, clutching his face,

"(y/n) was born quirkless. You just wasted 'the most expensive quirk nullifying drug money can buy'." Aizawa taunted with a grin

In a fit of rage, the spikey-haired man rushed forward, knocking Aizawa to the ground. His eyes closed, and his quirked dropped. Fuck. Now his eyes felt like fire and his ears were ringing. This whole thing was such a pain.

The elastic man took this chance to wrap his harm tightly around Aizawa's neck.

Choking. He was choking to death. He struggled to re-activate his quirk, but his eyes were just too dry to keep open. This was it. He'd failed. He was slipping…darkness… encroaching.

All at once, air rushed back into his lungs. He shot up and looked around. His eyes locked on (y/n), who was backing away from their attacker, an empty syringe lodged in his shoulder.

"W-what did you do to me?"

"I gave you a taste of your own medicine…literally. Needles pinch like a bitch, am I right?"

He lunged at her, and she parried his attack, landing a blow to his stomach. The man doubled over in pain, and she attempted to deliver an upper cut to his jaw, but he caught her arm, and twisted it, bringing the fierce woman to her knees. "You have no idea how much satisfaction breaking your arm is going to give me."

Shouta took the moment of distraction, and his scarf wrapped around the man's body in several places. Shouta launched him out the window, and onto the street below. A dull, thud sounded with a silence of finality following soon after. (y/n) let out a sigh of relief, as she slowly, got to her feet. Her Blazer was dusty, her skirt would needed to be sewn, her good pantyhose was ruined, and she had absolutely no idea where her shoes ended up, but she was alive.

She took some time to collect herself, before she felt strong hands close protectively over her arms.

(y/n)'s eyes opened to see Shouta, looking her up and down, taking in every bruise every smudge of grime and every tear he could find. "Are you alright? Nothing broken?"

She nodded "Still in one piece."

"Good." He pinched her cheek, pulling her face closer to his

"Ow! Ow! Ow! What the hell, Man?"

"I could say the same to you. What were you thinking retaliating like that? He could have killed you after you hit him with a computer monitor."

She reached for his hand, struggling to pry his finger off the meat of her cheek.

"You heard him, he wanted to hurt you by injecting me with that quirk erasing serum. Why waste all that money, and expose the ace in the hole if he was just going to kill me whenever he felt like it? Besides, what was he going to do? Erase the quirk I don't have?"

He had to admit, she had a pretty good point.

She had lot more common sense than he gave her credit for.

He released her cheek, choosing to stroke the side of her face instead. "Why were we even fighting in the first place?" Shouta asked in a tired tone.

(y/n) shook her head "I…I don't know, I'm sorry." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching him to her body. He returned the gesture, with one arm around her waist, and the other in her hair. He kissed the side of her head, breathing her in. "I'm sorry, too."

"We're idiots." (y/n) sighed, nuzzling into his neck.

"Yeah." They pulled back to look at each other again. Both were a little worse for wear. (y/n) lifted up Shouta's goggles to reveal his eyes underneath. "Woa! You look like you just smoked ten pounds of weed!"

He pressed his palm into her cheek, shoving her face away, "Shut up." but he was smiling just as much as she was. She grabbed his hand from her face, and moved it to the side, leaning in to close the gap between them.

As their lips collided, it was like a switch flipped. They grabbed at each other, desperate, and loving. The two just couldn't get close enough. (y/n) threaded her fingers into his hair It's so soft. She thought idly before she was lifted off her feet and spun in a circle. She laughed into the kiss, which spurred chuckles out of her partner. This was a joyous reunion.

"Finally! God damn!"

The two broke apart, turning to face the voice coming from a little way down the hall. Yamada was bleeding from a scratch on his cheek, but otherwise seemed mostly unscathed. He gave them a sarcastic round of applause as he approached.

"Ross and Rachel took less time to sort out their shit than you two did."

"Hizashi…. go away." Shouta said flatly, still holding (y/n) so her feet dangled a little way off the ground.

"Believe me, I would, but the chief of police is looking for statements on account of the guy who took a four-story nose dive out a window three minutes ago."

Ah. Yeah. That.

(y/n) wiggled a bit to get out of his hold, and he gently set her back down on the ground. She whistled as she took a look around the disheveled office space. "Boy, is my ass getting fired."

Shouta chuckled, and lead her out towards the stairs, following Present Mic.

"Hey, Hizashi, you didn't happen to find my shoes on your way up here, did you?

"…You fist fought a supervillain with bare feet?"

She supposed she could take that as a 'no.'

"Alright. Thanks anyways, Mic."