Thanks for all of the positive feedback, everyone! I've thoroughly enjoyed seeing your thoughts and theories. It's always exciting to see when people notice the little hints that I try to drop.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the latest update! I read every comment, even if I'm a little slow to reply to them!
Mina was many things: hero-in-training, break dancer, acid wielder, proud snoop, and most importantly a fiercely loyal friend. So when Lord Explosion walked into the classroom following the battle trial and an ominous 'chat' with Aizawa-sensei with slightly-glazed eyes and shaking hands, the first thing she did was jab her Horn Buddy in the shoulder and the second was to rush to Blasty's side.
"Hey, Bakugou, you okay?" she asked anxiously. "That got pretty scary there at the end."
"Yeah man, why'd you run off like that? We were worried sick!" Kirishima agreed, walking over, brow furrowed in concern.
"Somethin' I gotta get," Bakugou mumbled, pushing past them and heading towards his desk on the far side of the room and grabbing his backpack. Mina could only watch, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as he rummaged around, pulled out a worn, blueish notebook, and headed back towards the door, evidently unaware of the tense silence that had descended over the class. As he walked back past them, Kirishima caught his breath, his red eyes blown wide. Mina's narrowed in response.
"Hey Horn Buddy~," she sang, sidling up alongside him and throwing her arm around his shoulder. Kiri jumped, his eyes wide, the faintest hint of a blush touching his cheeks. On any other day, she would have been delighted by that fact, but at the moment, Mina was on a mission. Grinning mischievously, she poked the wrinkly spot between his eyes and asked, "What's with that look?"
"Wh-What look?" he stuttered back, his voice taking on a slight squeak.
"Come on, Kiri-kun!" she grinned, but her eyes were narrowed suspiciously. "What do you know?"
Kiri gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, obviously nervous. "It… um… isn't really my story to tell…"
Mina rolled her eyes at that. "Oh please Kiri-kun! You know you can't keep a secret from me~!" He stared at her, and she stared right back, her smile growing increasingly smug as she watched his resolve crumble before her.
"It's just… that notebook," he muttered finally. He, um… found it last year. He thinks it belongs to Izuku."
Mina's eyes blew wide, suddenly understanding why her red-haired friend had been reluctant to talk about it. What she did not understand was why Kyoka's head suddenly snapped up three desks away, her dark eyes wide and bright with interest.
"What was that?" she asked, a little sharply. Mina blinked at her in surprise. Her friend had returned from her own chat with the teachers some twenty minutes earlier, and up until now, had maintained a stubborn sort of disinterest in the world around her, despite being bombarded with questions by Kaminari and Sero alike.
"Huh? What was what?" Kiri blinked, equally bemused.
"That name," the girl clarified, her earphone jacks waving dismissively as though to brush aside the brief distraction. "What was it."
"Huh? You mean Izuku?" Mina asked, her head cocked to one side.
Again, Kyoka seemed to twitch involuntarily. "Who is that?!" she asked, suddenly urgent.
"It… He was an old friend of Bakugou's," Mina replied, too startled to deflect or redirect the question, "but he died a few years ago."
"What did he look like?" their classmate pressed now, leaning forward at her desk, eyes wide. Others were taking notice, too, starting with Kaminari and Sero, but quickly followed by Shinsou and Tsu-chan.
"Uh, honestly I'm not really sure how to describe him," Kiri-kun admitted. "Ashido and I never met him-I've only seen his photo like, twice. Baukgo transferred into our middle school after he died."
"Ooh, wait, idea!" Mina piped up suddenly, whipping out her phone and pulling up a search engine. Her Horn Buddy sidled closer to her, watching as she typed a few different words into the search bar: Izuku, Mustafu, death.
"Dude," Kiri-kun groaned, "are you seriously trying to look up his obituary?"
"Hey, cut me some slack! Given how little I actually know about the guy, I'd say it was pretty creative!" Mina replied defensively, clicking 'search'.
"Yeah, fine, just don't blame me when Bakugou tries to kill you for being nosy again."
"Yeah, yeah," Mina mumbled, hitting the first result as it appeared.
Local Boy Commits Suicide: Quirk Discrimination at its Most Dangerous.
"Dang, it's a tabloid article," Mina sighed as she scrolled past the first paragraph. "Ooh, but there's still a picture! This is him, right Kiri? Here, lemme just…" A few clicks later, she passed the phone to Kyoka, allowing her to examine the image filling her screen: that of a boy somewhere in his late preteens with a smattering of freckles, green hair, green eyes, and a wobbly smile.
"Holy crap," Kyoka mumbled under her breath, leaning back from the device. Shinsou quickly stepped forward at that, peering at the picture over her shoulder. A deep frown creased his forehead, but otherwise he didn't react.
"Huh? What's wrong, Kyoka-kun?" Ochaco frowned, glancing from her to the phone and back again.
"You know the intruder at the battle trial today?" their classmate replied slowly. "Well, this kid… Midoriya Izuku… He looks just like him."
"What?!" Mina practically screeched, vaguely aware that Shinsou looked increasingly disturbed. "You mean like Blasty's buddy has a clone or something?!"
"Or something," Kyoka shrugged helplessly. "He was older than in this photo-more like our age than a middle school kid-but either way, Bakugou definitely thought it was him. Called him 'Izuku', and the kid called him 'Kacchan'. It was weird though. He asked me if I'd seen him too, like he didn't quite believe it."
"Oh Gods," Kiri-kun gasped, looking just as dazed and wide-eyed as Kyoka had as he sat heavily back on a desk, oblivious to Iida's immediate reprimand about respecting school property. Actually, honestly, he looked a little bit horrified. "So back then… And I thought… Oh Gods I'm such an idiot!"
"Uh, Kirishima-kun?"
The red-head shook himself from his stupor to find all eyes on him. He blushed slightly, obviously not expecting their stares, and shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flicking towards the door. Probably in anticipation of Blasty's inevitable return. "Uh…" he managed elegantly, casting a look that screamed help! directly at Mina, who just shrugged in response.
"Hang on," Tooru interrupted-wittingly or unwittingly saving him, Mina couldn't tell-her flailing sleeves the only indication of her impassioned movement. "If Bakugou's friend is still alive, then where has he been all this time?! I mean, doesn't he have a family or something waiting for him? Why would he just… run away?"
"Was his family abusive?" came a low, soft voice from the back of the room. (Huh. So even Todoroki joins the conversation. How long has he been listening in?)
"I doubt it. Inko-san invited me and Bakugou to dinner once; she's the kindest woman I've ever met. Her husband's more quiet, but he didn't seem mean."
"Then why…?"
"Heck if I know," Kirishima groaned, running his fingers through his stiffly-gelled hair. "The police said it was suicide-they found his backpack on a bridge overlooking the river. And heck if Bakugou knows, either. Guy's been hoping for news about Izuku for years; if he'd known he was alive, he'd've blown up the entire country looking for 'im."
"Aww! That's kind of sweet!" Tooru crooned.
"I don't know that I'd call it 'sweet' so much as 'obsessive'," Shinsou frowned.
"Either way, just don't say it to his face," Mina snorted, reclaiming her phone from Kyoka's desk. As her classmates began concocting conspiracy theories, she found her eyes drawn to Midoriya Izuku's face once more, quietly tracing his features with her black-and-gold eyes. He looked… shy. Sweet, pure, like your stereotypical cinnamon roll, but 'shy' seemed to dominate his posture and his wobbly smile. Perhaps 'shy' was even too light a term. 'Insecure' might be a better one.
Who are you, Midoriya Izuku? she wondered, closing out of the picture and scrolling back to the top of the article. Actually, it said disappointingly little about Izuku himself, but there was one little itty bitty glaring detail that needed clarification.
"Hey Kiri-kun."
"Yeah?"
"Was Izuku quirkless?"
Kirishima blinked at her, then his eyes took on a thoughtful expression. "Actually yeah, now that you mention it, Bakugou did say something about that once."
"Then how the heck did his clone break into the school?"
The class went dead silent for a few moments. Then everyone exploded.
"Do you think he was hiding it?"
"Idiot, why would anyone do that?"
"Maybe he's a late bloomer?"
"You kidding? The latest anyone's ever manifested was age seven!"
"It's not impossible. It could be that he had some sort of random mutation."
"But that doesn't explain why he disappeared for three years!"
"We weren't talking about his disappearance, kero, just his quirk."
"Maybe he was kidnapped for some kind of government experiment!" Kaminari hollered only to have the entire class stare at him. "What? It would explain how he got a quirk…"
"What a mad banquet of darkness," Tokoyami sighed wearily.
"I mean… we don't actually know he has a quirk, do we?"
"Yeah, it could be that he doesn't have a quirk, just that someone else was using their quirk on him."
"There was some kind of teleportation quirk."
Everyone froze, turning towards Kyoka once more. "Seriously?" Sero gaped. "Aren't those, like, super rare?"
Kyoka shrugged. "I don't think it was his quirk though. I overheard him briefly say something about needing pickup to somebody called Kurogiri."
"So he really is quirkless?"
"Not necessarily, kero. I mean, I couldn't see any sign of him when All Might-sensei asked me about it," Asui pointed out. "And I couldn't hear a thing either, even though he was apparently talking about my quirk while I was in the stairwell. That could have been the result of a quirk, right?"
"So maybe some sort of sensory deprivation or manipulation quirk?" Yaomomo mused thoughtfully, "and Jirou-san could still hear him because she wasn't in range?"
"Maybe, but in that case, why reveal himself at the end?" Ochaco frowned.
"Government conspiracy! I'm tellin' ya'!"
"Maybe you should all just accept that we don't have any answers yet and move on with your lives while the pros handle it?"
The entire class jumped and spun around at the sound of Aizawa-sensei's bored voice, only to be sent scrambling for their seats at the sight of his red-eyed glare. "Four seconds. I suppose that's better than last time," he sighed as silence descended over the room. Mina shot a subtle glance towards Bakugou's seat at the front of the room, but the blonde had yet to appear.
"Bakugou will not be joining us for the rest of the day. Don't ask why; I'm sick of interruptions," Aizawa continued, and Mina wondered if she'd been as subtle as she thought.
School continued as normal for afternoon classes, and at the end of the day, everyone packed up to head home. Kiri-kun was especially eager to get going, no doubt worried about Blasty, and admittedly Mina was too, but when she noticed Shinsou approach their grumpy teacher with a troubled look on his face, she couldn't help her natural curiosity. So, she slowed down, listening intently as her fellow classmates shuffled past her.
"Aizawa-sensei?"
"Yes Shinsou, what is it?" the man sighed, sounding exhausted as usual.
"I think I've spoken with the intruder."
Mina didn't even have to fake fumbling with her textbooks at the boy's confession; she was so surprised she was impressed that she didn't drop her entire backpack.
"When?" Aizawa-sensei asked, still calm, but something in his voice had grown sharper, more alert.
"On the first day of school, sensei. During the Quirk Assessment. There was a short boy with a black hoodie. I couldn't see his face, but he had curly green hair, and he seemed really interested in my quirk. He even had a journal to write notes."
"Did you tell him anything about your quirk?" A little more urgency had entered their teacher's tone now.
"Just its name. But sensei, the way he spoke, it sounded like he's been in and out of UA for years, watching you conduct those tests-he even mentioned the name of a specific student; I don't remember exactly what it was, but he said something about a transformation type quirk?-and he all but told me he was there specifically to watch ours as well. And sensei, after telling him what my quirk was called, he started asking me a bunch of questions about it. I didn't have a chance to answer any of them, but he definitely wasn't messing around. Honestly, some of the things he asked were things I'd never even thought about-possible limits and applications for my ability."
"If they were anything like the questions in the notebook Bakugou showed me, then I can believe it," Aizawa-sensei groaned softly, his voice slightly muffled. Mina chanced a glance towards them and watched their teacher rubbing his hands over his face.
"The weirdest part of it all is that he actually gave me some really good advice on how to apply my quirk. Honestly, I think that's the main reason I passed the test."
"What did he say?"
"He said that you value creativity, and that my quirk gives me access to resources no one else has."
"Well, he wasn't wrong," Aizawa-sensei muttered. "He may have just been trying to goad you into using your quirk so that he could analyze it, but it's impossible to know for certain. Why didn't you come forward sooner?"
"The way he spoke, I honestly thought he was some sort of upperclassman," Shinsou admitted, looking slightly chagrined.
"Well the past is in the past," Aizawa sighed. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Shinsou. We'll have a look at the security footage around the exam site. And Ashido?"
"Y-Yes?" the girl yelped slightly as she was called out and spinning to face Aizawa's deadpan stare. Shinsou was frowning at her too, and Gods in that moment they looked like they could pass as father and son.
"Next time you decide to eavesdrop, try not to be so obvious about it. It could get you killed out in the field."
"Yes sir," she cringed in reply.
.oOo.
"Can you tell us what it's like to work so closely with All Might?!"
"Are you one of All Might's students?!"
"Tell us, what's the Symbol of Peace like in person?!"
"How is he faring as a teacher?!"
"What are you learning?!"
"What's it like having All Might as a teacher?!"
"Hey, are you in All Might's class?! Oh wait, aren't you that sludge villain kid?!"
"Walk away before I blow that mic all the way to Tokyo," Blasty grit his teeth in a snarl, grabbing Mina's and Kirishima's wrists and muscling his way through the throng of reporters desperate to snap up students for interviews. Mina stumbled after her friend, a little touched by his rough show of affection for them. As soon as they made it past the school gates he released them, growling, "Frickin' vultures," under his breath.
"Yeah no kidding. I mean, we're minors! It's not really manly to harass us all like that," Kiri-kun agreed.
Mina smiled at that; Kirishima had apparently spent the night in a sleepover with Bakugou, and it looked like it had helped. It was nice to have Blasty at least mostly back to his old self. That didn't mean she wasn't still hella curious about what went down yesterday, but she knew better than to pester the guy right now. She just hoped that the rest of the class could pick up on that too (Kaminari specifically came to mind).
Shaking her head to clear it, Mina glanced back one more time at the crowd of reporters, and snickered as she saw a group of three had rushed up to Aizawa-sensei, thinking they had him cornered (which was fair, considering he looked as worn-out and scruffy as ever in his plain black jumpsuit).
"Please sir, can we have an interview with All Might? Also, what's your deal; you're kind of a mess…"
"All Might's not on campus today. Now get out of here; you've disturbed my students enough already," the man sighed, taking the last straggler-is that Aoyama?-by the shoulder and hauling him inside before heading towards the classroom.
"Alright, if you won't bring All Might out here, then I'll go in and get him myself," one especially enthusiastic reporter determined, stepping forward. Only to shriek in alarm when a red light turned on and a series of metal sheets dropped from the wall, completely sealing off the entrance and leaving Kiri-kun and Mina gaping over their shoulders.
"Homeroom's still in three minutes," Aizawa-sensei warned as he passed them, his hands shoved into his pockets.
"Right, sensei!"
They rushed up to the classroom with about thirty seconds to spare and hurried to their seats. Mina dropped into the chair just as Aizawa-sensei stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "Alright, I went over the footage of yesterday's battle training. You all did very well for the most part. Bakugou, we've already discussed this at length, but running headlong into a dangerous situation when you didn't have very much information was a stupid move. You need to get your emotions under control if you want to be an effective hero."
"Yeah whatever," Blasty grumbled, but Mina knew him well enough by now to tell that her friend felt guilty about the whole thing.
"Jirou, well done bringing the intruder to everyone's attention, but if anything like this happens again, don't isolate yourself from the teachers, got it? Just because an ally decides to make an ill-advised decision does not mean that you have clearance to do the same."
"Yes sir."
"Then let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future," Aizawa-sensei glowered ominously. Mina felt the collective chill of anxious anticipation pass through the room before he continued. "You all need to pick a class representative." After a moment of relief, everyone began to make their bid for office.
"Pick me, guys! I wanna be class rep!" Kiri-kun whooped.
"I'll take it!"
"Yeah, you're gonna need me."
"Someone with style would be best-"
"Ooh, me! I'm totally the right pick!" Mina cheered, springing out of her seat.
"Silence everyone, please!" Iida finally took command of the room. "The class representative's duty is to lead! That is not something just anyone can do, as a leader must first hold the trust of all of their subordinates! Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is democratically! I therefore believe we should conduct a class vote!"
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"We've only known each other a few days. How would we know who's best to lead?"
"Yeah, won't everyone just vote for themselves?"
"Perhaps, but won't that make it even more obvious who everyone considers the best if anyone does get more than one vote?" Iida insisted, and eventually everyone agreed. As Aizawa-sensei couldn't be bothered to take charge and Iida was the one to make the suggestion, he led the process. At his request, Yaomomo formed nineteen small slips of paper to use as ballots and the enthusiastic bluenette passed them around to each student. Silence fell for a few minutes as everyone's pencils scratched away. Mina simply wrote down her own name and then leaned back in her chair, smiling brightly as Yaomomo collected the papers and Iida wrote everyones' names and then results on the board.
Aoyama Yuuga: I
Ashido Mina: I
Asui Tsuyu:
Iida Tenya: II
Uraraka Ochaco: II
Ojirou Mashirao:
Kaminari Denki: I
Kirishima Eijirou: I
Kouda Kouji: I
Satou Rikidou: I
Shouji Mezo:
Jirou Kyoka: IIII
Sero Hanta: I
Tokoyami Fumikage:
Todoroki Shouto:
Hagakure Tooru: I
Bakugou Katsuki:
Shinsou Hitoshi:
Yaoyorozu Momo: III
Kyoka blinked, her eyes wide as she stared at the results on the board. "Okay," she said slowly. "I honestly wasn't expecting that."
"Well, you did keep a cool head during the crazy stuff at the battle training," Tsu-chan pointed out, tilting her head at her.
"Well yeah, but-"
"Just accept it, Jacks," Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Anyone who can keep me in line has potential, get me?"
Mina gaped. "Blasty, you voted for Kyoka?! Dang girl, that's high praise!" A few people laughed at that, and Bakugou just glowered, slapping a hand over his cheek and ducking his head. Was he blushing?! Or just irritated? It was difficult to tell with him.
"Alright then. Jirou's class rep and Yaoyorozu's deputy. Iida and Uraraka can be secretary and treasurer; I don't care who's who."
"Treasurer!" Ochaco's hand shot up instantly. "I'm really good with money stuff!"
"Then I will graciously accept the position of secretary," Iida nodded to her with an approving-if slightly disappointed-smile.
"Good. Now let's move on."
Before long, morning classes had ended and everyone was headed to lunch. Mina eagerly plopped down beside Kiri-kun, bumping him with her hip until he'd slid over so that she could sit in front of Blasty. The blond boy quirked an irritated eyebrow at her, taking a bite of his extra-spicy curry without so much as blinking.
"So~?" she prompted, smiling at him.
"So what?" he sighed back, obviously resigned to his fate.
"So, why'd you vote for Kyoka-chan~? Idda thought you'd vote for yourself!" Mina broke into a grin as the explosive boy immediately rose to the bait.
"None of your business, Panda Eyes!"
"Um, excuse me, you're my friend, if you have a crush, then it is my bee's wax," Mina replied, going for her best sassy pout and trying not to blush as Kiri-kun snorted into his noodles.
"The frick-!? That's not what this was about, ya' idiot!"
"Oh~? Then there's no harm in telling me, right?"
"Dammit, Panda Eyes!" Bakugou groused, then shoveled another bite of curry in his mouth, glowering at the table as he struggled to collect his thoughts. Mina tried not to laugh, but she didn't even bother biting back a grin; Blasty was just too fun to mess with. "Look, it's like I said earlier," he grunted finally, "she proved herself to me, that's it. I mean, not everyone can handle my crap, and then there was Bags on top of it, and when I went AWOL… Well, she proved that she would have my back, you know?"
"Aww!" Mina squealed, pressing her hands against her cheeks.
"Dude," Kiri-kun beamed, wiping tell-tale tears from his eyes, "that was incredible!"
"Oh good grief."
"No bro, I mean it! That was super manly-"
Without warning, an ear-splitting, electronic wail pierced the air, sending Mina's hands clapping over her ears. "What the heck?!" she yelled, shooting to her feet.
"Warning. Level three security breach. Please evacuate in a calm and orderly fashion."
"The hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"It means we've gotta move! Come on!"
In minutes, it seemed that they were lost in the seething crowd of people, knocked and buffeted about by a sea of elbows and stamping feet. Mina could vaguely hear Kirishima shouting, trying to get everyone to settle down. It didn't appear to be working, but at least he was trying. Somewhere off to the left, she could hear Blasty cursing someone out for stepping on his foot. Then, all at once, there came the roar of an engine and a sharp, slightly tinny voice bellowing, "EVERYBODY CALM DOWN!"
Heads throughout the hallway snapped up to where none other than Iida had appeared over the main exit to the hallway, pressed against the wall he had apparently hit, clutching a megaphone in his hand. For a second, Mina wondered how the heck he'd gotten up there, until she caught sight of Kyoka, Yaomomo, and Ochaco standing by one of the windows, Yaomomo's shirt unbuttoned and Ochaco nervously holding her hands close together, watching Iida, and she suddenly understood.
"Everyone, there is no need to panic!" Iida continued, still calling through the megaphone. "It's just the media outside; everything's fine! Now remember who we are! We are UA students, and we need to act like it! Let's show everyone that we're the best of the best!"
The screams quickly transformed into nervous laughter and murmuring as various people peered out the windows lining the hall, confirming his story and rejoicing as the police arrived to get the stupid reporters off the campus. Meanwhile, Iida peeled himself away from the wall and kicked off, floating back to where the other members of their class's student council were waiting, all wearing relieved smiles. Kyoka reached up with one of her earphone jacks to pull him back to ground level, and Ochaco released her quirk, returning gravity to him. Mina simply allowed herself a nod of approval; they really had chosen the best people for their class officers. Even if Iida had looked a little bit like the emergency exit sign up there.
And if Blasty and Pikachu overheard her snickering and by the end of the day half the class started calling Iida 'Emergency Exit', then how was that Mina's fault?
Outtake:
"Come on in, boys," Inko smiled, holding the door open for the two kids standing on her porch with overnight bags slung over their shoulders.
"Thanks, Inko-san," Eijirou grinned at her, hopping inside and pulling Katsuki along with him. "Thanks for having us over."
"I'm happy to have you! It's too quiet around the house with just myself and Hisashi," the green-haired woman replied brightly, although she couldn't help casting a nervous glance towards Katsuki as she said it. The blond boy merely grunted in acknowledgement, as quiet as Mitsuki had warned her he might be.
Whatever Katsuki had wanted to tell her, it must be weighing on him rather heavily.
"Well, why don't you set your things in Izuku's o-old room then?" Inko prompted them, only faltering slightly as she gave the suggestion.
(Katsuki found one of his journals.)
She'd long since given up on trying to call Izuku's room 'the guest room', especially since she still couldn't bring herself to remove all of the hero memorabilia that he had collected over the years.
(He might still be alive.)
She had to remind herself that it was his old room, not his current one.
(The police didn't believe them.)
It still hurt every time she managed it.
Once the boys were settled in, they jumped at the chance to help out in the kitchen, Katsuki working with a swift, rhythmic efficiency to help her prepare the food while Eijirou cheerfully pitched in by setting the table and proactively cleaning the dishes as they finished with them. He waved her away good-naturedly when she tried to protest, reminding her that as a guest, it was his duty to contribute. He chattered a lot leading up to Hisashi's return home from work.
He must be nervous, too.
She and Eijirou took the lead in maintaining conversation over dinner, although she occasionally prompted Hisashi to tell them a little bit more about his day, as well. He smiled quietly as he told them about one of the latest children he'd started working with, a boy with the ability to solidify light into objects. Being a private quirk counselor wasn't as glamorous as his old research job in France, but at least it still gave her husband a chance to be involved in what he loved. A lot of what he was saying about quirk factors and the mechanics of the ability itself went over Inko's head, but it at least intrigued Katsuki enough for the boy to raise his eyes from his barely-touched plate.
As dinner came to an end, Hisashi and Eijirou volunteered to clean up, since Inko and Katsuki had taken the lead in preparing dinner. It was about that time that Inko finally worked up the courage to gently rest her hand on the boy's arm and ask him what was on his mind.
"Obasan," he whispered eventually, dragging his eyes up to meet her gaze. "I saw him."
Inko's breath hitched in her throat, her hand tensing against his skin, heart pounding as desperate hope warred for dominance with grim practicality.
"And this time," Katuski added, a little bit more fiercely, "I wasn't the only one."
Inko forced herself to breathe, bit the inside of her lip to ground herself and refused to let her vision not to tunnel as the hope won and her heart abruptly began to settle.
"Tell me everything."
Just to clarify, timeline wise the outtake happened in the middle of the chapter. That was the sleepover Mina mentioned Bakugou and Kirishima having.
I know this one was pretty dialogue-heavy, but personally I feel that a LOT can be revealed in dialogue, from personalities to major plot points to plot twists to foreshadowing. So yeah, pay attention to dialogue in my stories. :)
Next update is May 21st! Buckle up for the USJ as told by class 1-A's (Dad) wrangler! See you then! PLUS ULTRA!