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Mitsuki rolled her neck, smiling in satisfaction as she surveyed her work. She'd been sketching designs for her company's new line of women's formalwear, inspired by classic women hero costumes. She'd just been studying the costume of a hero named Adamant. She wasn't a very well-known hero, but she and Inko had always admired the woman. Mitsuki'd come up with several designs based on her outfit: a black jumpsuit with a white cape and boots and a red scarf tied around her waist held in place by a yellow buckle.

The design that she was currently working on was a knee-length, form-fitting, sleeveless black dress with a high neckline and an asymmetrical hem, as well as a short white half-cape that hung off of one shoulder and was connected at the other with a yellow brooch. She'd also added knee-high white boots and long yellow gloves up past the elbow. The design on the opposite page was a long black jumper instead of a dress, also sleeveless with a high neckline, but paired with strappy white heels instead of boots and a red belt with a golden buckle instead of the cape. She had a few other ideas that she was tossing around too, but she had yet to properly flesh them out, so to speak.

A cheerful chime had the fashion designer setting aside her pencil and stretching her arms over her head, leaning backwards until her back popped in three different places. Then she rose to her feet and headed wearily towards the laundry room. There, she had about eight buckets laid out, each filled with a blend of water and highly specialized detergents to get rid of the dangerous chemicals in her family's clothes before they could be tossed in the wash-having a husband with oxidizing sweat, a son with nitroglycerin sweat, and herself with glycerin sweat practically turned laundry into a full-time job at her house. (It was also the reason why she and Masaru had opted to have a washing machine in their house rather than simply use the laundromat.)

With a weary sigh, Mitsuki washed her hands in the sink and began the lengthy process of transferring loads from dryer to basket, washer to dryer, and buckets to washer. Once everything was turned on and the machinery hummed pleasantly, the ash blonde took the basket of clean clothes and hauled it over to the work table where she could sort and fold everything. About midway through parsing out whose socks were whose, her phone buzzed in her back pocket.

[Too Pure For This World]

1 Unread Message

[Too Pure For This World]

Still good for 1?

Oh right. She'd almost forgotten that was today. It was 12:16 now. She had enough time to put the last of the whites into piles before she had to get going.

[You]

Hell yeah girl!

See you then!

Ten minutes to one, Mitsuki left the laundry room and pulled on her sandals, snagging her purse and keys on her way out to the car. Once she'd pulled up outside of Inko's apartment, she tapped the horn twice in her standard signal and watched for a familiar head of long green hair to appear on the balcony and start making her way down the stairs.

"Hey," Mitsuki smiled as her old friend climbed into the car, only to falter slightly at the sight of her. The green-haired woman had lost a lot of weight, and not in a healthy way. She had dark bags under her eyes and her hair was limp in some places and frazzled in others. She was dressed in her usual skirt and sweater ensemble, but the clothes were wrinkled and there was a small stain on the hem of her top that she obviously hadn't noticed.

"Hey," Inko smiled weakly in turn. "How are you?"

"A hell of a lot better than you look," Mitsuki replied honestly as she pulled out of the parking lot. "You okay?"

"I am… very stressed," her friend sighed.

"What's been going on? I mean, apart from the obvious."

"Honestly?" Inko groaned, leaning back in her seat. "Hisashi and I might have to move."

"WHAT?!" Mitsuki screeched, swerving wildly in her lane as she twisted to look at Inko and eliciting a yelp from her friend when she nearly hit some weirdo in a tailcoat with a ridiculously popped collar wandering down the sidewalk. "WHY?!"

"S-Some publishing company figured out where we live," Inko gasped back, a hand clenched over her chest, her eyes wide in shock from their scare. "They've b-been trying to pressure us into an interview."

"Who are these jerks; I'll tear 'em a new asshole!" Mitsuki snarled, her grip tightening on the steering wheel.

Inko managed a little smile at that. "Some company called Shoowaysha Publishing," she sighed. "They've been sending journalists at least three times a week since the… the attack on Katsuki's classmate." The green-haired woman swallowed hard, turning to stare out the window while her fingers twisted in her lap.

Mitsuki shot her a look out of the corner of her eye. "Hey. Stop that."

"Hm?"

"Remember what we talked about?" the blond woman scolded gently. "If I'm not allowed to blame myself, then you sure as hell aren't."

"But-"

"Inko," Mitsuki interrupted before she could get too far, "if you are to blame for not noticing how much pain Izuku was in, then I am most certainly to blame for not realizing how bad Katsuki's anger management had gotten. Hell, I didn't even realize that he had become the school bully until we thought he'd killed someone because of it. If me and Katsuki aren't allowed to shit on ourselves, then you definitely aren't."

"…Right."

"Anyway, how the hell did they even figure out that it was, you know… Izuku? I thought that detective guy said there was a gag order on his real name to protect you and Hisashi?"

"I don't know for sure," Inko sighed, "but I'd guess they found the photos used back when Izuku made the tabloids as another quirkless suicide case."

Mitsuki growled under her breath once again. "Damn frickin' vultures," she snarled. "If you guys need a place to stay for a little while, you're welcome to move in with us. We have an extra bedroom."

"I appreciate the offer, but we couldn't put you out like that."

"It's only two more people. We can handle having you until you can find your own place. Especially since my brat's gonna be moving out soon."

"Wait, what?" Inko blinked in surprise and confusion.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? UA wants to transition into a boarding school; I actually have a meeting with Katsuki's teacher later today to talk about details. I haven't met him yet, but I like what Eijirou's told me about 'im, makin' sure Katsuki has the counseling he needs and standin' up for 'im at the Sports Festival and all. Anyway, short version is that they want to make things safer for the kids, so they're putting them all in dorms on campus."

"Understandable. Especially considering…" her friend trailed off again and Mitsuki bit back another curse. She'd been trying to direct the conversation away from 'Deku's' most recent appearance, but here they were right back at it.

The news about Izuku attacking Endeavor's kid had been a shock to both of them. Well, the news about the USJ had easily been just as shocking, but at least then, they'd had the assurance from witness testimonies that Izuku hadn't seemed to want to hurt anyone, calling off the attack and recalling the members of his organization. The attack against Endeavor's son had been one-on-one. Private, premeditated, and unable to be construed as just being dragged along with a crowd.

It was a mother's worst nightmare.

"Wha'd'ya say to takeout in the park instead of our usual cafe run?" Mitsuki suggested suddenly, taking a right turn instead of a left at the corner of the cafe in question. "I think some comfort food is in order today."

"…Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good," Inko agreed, casting her a faint smile. "Thank you, Mitsuki."

"That's what I'm here for. So how does ramen sound?"

A few streets further down from the cafe, Mitsuki pulled over outside of a hole-in-the-wall ramen shop that she and Masaru liked to stop by every now and then. "Do you want to come in," she asked, turning off the car, "or would you rather wait out here?"

"I'll come in with you."

The bell tingled brightly as they stepped inside and the man in the open kitchen turned his head in their general direction with a smile fixed on his lips. Shokuko Soma was a relatively short man, with dark red hair peppered with a little more gray than white and tied back with a white headband, his once-golden eyes now a milky white color. He'd explained to her once that his quirk vastly increased all five of his senses, but that meant his eyes were especially sensitive to light, and so he'd gone blind very early in his life. Still, his sense of smell and taste had remained unparalleled, and made him an exquisite chef. "Welcome to Todoza Ramen and Udon!" he called. "How many today?"

"Just two today, Shokuko-san, prepped for take-out!" Mitsuki grinned back.

"Ah, Mitsuki-san! Your usual orders?" the chef beamed, not quite succeeding at making eye-contact, then he paused, sniffing the air carefully. "Actually, I don't think that's men's cologne I'm smelling with you…"

"Yeah," Mitsuki confirmed. "Masaru's working today, so I've brought along a friend instead."

"A new customer! We're happy to have you, ma'am; any friend of Mitsuki-san is a friend of ours. What would you like to order?"

"Oh! Uh…"

"Go ahead and order, Inko. He already knows mine," the blond woman grinned over her shoulder at her dithering friend.

"Oh! Okay, then! Um, I would like…"

"Hello, Daigo-kun," Mitsuki smiled, stepping towards the register and pulling out her wallet as a quiet boy slipped behind the counter. "Already finished school for the day?"

Daigo shook his head quietly as he rung up her usual order, glancing towards the far corner where a tall young man with shaggy black hair and a wide, red scar across one side of his face sat at one of the various tables situated along the wide window that took up most of the outside wall. As though sensing their gaze, the young man glanced up with piercing blue eyes, then turned towards Daigo, raised his hands, and began to Sign at him.

Mitsuki knew a little JSL. She had started practicing when she realized that Katsuki's quirk could eventually make him deaf. Katsuki had been in denial, but since going to UA, he'd started putting in some effort as well (she suspected it had something to do with a couple of his classmates that had been using Sign as a code in their practice bouts, something that she learned from Inko because Katsuki couldn't be bothered to tell her anything-damn brat). Either way, even though she wasn't perfect at it, she did manage to make out the question 'You okay?' Daigo smiled slightly, nodding in response to the question, and Mitsuki felt herself smirk a little bit, too.

"Is that your homeschool tutor? You like him?" she asked. Daigo's smile widened just a little bit and he nodded again, golden eyes warm as he took her credit card and his ever-present white gloves brushed against her fingers (why he never took them off Mitsuki wasn't-well, okay, she knew that it had something to do with his quirk, but she had no idea what his quirk was).

"Oh, who's this?" Inko asked, stepping to her side with a small smile as she rummaged through her purse.

"Ah- Inko, meet Daigo, Shokuko-san's son," Mituski explained briefly, taking her card back.

"My, he seems rather young to be a working man! He must be very mature for his age! How old are you, Daigo-chan?" Inko asked, smiling gently.

Daigo's hands fluttered, as though he were about to Sign his answer, then he blushed to the roots of his hair and hastily corrected himself. "Th-Thirteen," he whispered, not quite making eye contact. "Um, wh-what was your or-?"

The gentle ringing of the bell by the door seemed to startle him out of finishing his question, the boy's eyes widening as he stared at the new customer. Mitsuki glanced up as well, to where a woman of average height with pale blue skin, long lavender hair that trailed over her shoulders, green eyes set in black sclera, a long navy blue dress hanging off her shoulders and a coy smile that Mitsuki distrusted instantly was walking into the restaurant.

"Welcome to Todoza Ramen and Udon! I'll be right with you!" Shokuko-san called by the stove.

The woman hardly spared him a glance before dismissing him completely. Without the slightest introduction, she sidled up to Mitsuki's best friend and virtually purred, "Excuse me, but are you Midoriya Inko?"

The green-haired woman jumped slightly, turning towards the stranger with wide eyes. "Wh-What? I… Uh… Who're-?"

"Who's askin'?" Mitsuki snapped, cutting off Inko's startled stammering.

The woman's eyes flicked briefly towards Mitsuki, then that winner's smile fixated once more on her friend. "Kizuki Chitose, executive director of Shoowaysha Publishing," the woman introduced herself, stepping invasively close as she extended a hand to shake.

Mitsuki bristled instantly, sisterly hackles rising as she dropped her purse on the countertop and stepped forward, wedging herself between her best friend and the nosy newcomer, crimson eyes narrowed furiously and arms folded determinedly across her chest. She'd heard that name before; you didn't get anywhere in the professional world of Japan without hearing it. Kizuki Chitose was a talented, self-made journalist and entrepreneur with a reputation as an unscrupulous skank when it came to chasing down a juicy story. Really, of all the publishing companies in Japan, it just had to be this woman's company that had managed to track down 'Deku's' family.

"So," she growled darkly, "you're the leader of the bastards harassing my friend."

"Your friend?" the woman repeated, those black-and-green eyes of hers lighting up in a way that was anything but pleasant as she turned to Mitsuki with a newfound interest. "Of how many years? Would you have been familiar with the Midoriya family when Midoriya Izuku-"

"Shut the hell up," Mitsuki cut her off sharply. "Inko already turned down your interview. Now get out and quit stalking her."

"Oh, so you are familiar with the family," she grinned. "Let's see, blond hair and red eyes? Oh, would you be Bakugou Mitsuki? I have so been wanting to interview you! Your son is a student at UA Academy, in the class that the League of Villains targeted, isn't he? Tell me, do you think that Midoriya Izuku instigated that attack knowing that his former tormentor-"

"I said shut up, bitch!" Mitsuki snarled. "Shut up and get out!"

"Would you happen to know what quirk Midoriya Izuku had that he felt it was so important to suppress it-even to the point that he was considered quirkless for twelve years and then finally snapped and-!"

"You are seriously askin' for-!"

"Oi, lady, if you're not here to eat, then quit disturbing everyone else in the building."

Mitsuki glanced up with no small amount of surprise towards Daigo's tutor. The young man had quietly risen to his feet and placed himself firmly by her side, further strengthening the wall between the news bitch and Inko, his piercing blue eyes cold and angry. Combined with the scar on his face-which Mitsuki now realized extended down the side of his neck and likely down his arms judging by the presence of scars around the tips of his fingers-he cut quite the intimidating figure, enough so that even this purple-haired skank took a surprised half-step back before recovering her composure.

"Hm, do you have something to add to this interview, sir?" the woman smiled demurely.

"No," the young man replied flatly.

"Then would you kindly not interrupt us?"

"Miss," Shokuko-san spoke up, "if they have not consented to an interview, then as the owner of this establishment I'm afraid I must insist that you leave the premises."

"Oh, but it's just a few questions-"

"Enough!"

Mitsuki actually jumped, turning back towards her friend with wide eyes, stunned to hear Inko, her sweet best friend since the seventh grade, who'd raised her voice a number of times the blond woman could count on one hand, shouting (albeit with her eyes squeezed shut and hands clenched in her skirt). Daigo's teacher took a half-step back as well, allowing Inko a clear line of sight to her stalker.

"Please," the green-haired woman said in a softer voice, shakily lifting her head to reveal a clenched jaw and set, dark green eyes, "please leave. I have no intention of interviewing with you, and if you and your employees insist on harassing me and my family further, then I will have no choice but to get a restraining order."

Just for a moment, Mitsuki saw something dark and angry flash through the woman's eyes before she smiled pleasantly once again. "I understand. Well Midoriya-san, if you ever change your mind, give us a call. I can assure you that my crew and I are very dedicated to getting the entirety of any story. You would be well-represented by us," she smiled, offering Inko a business card.

"Thanks, but no thanks! We won't be changing our minds," Mitsuki rolled her eyes, reaching out to snatch the business card away and tossing it in the trash before Inko could even twitch a hand to take it. Again, she saw that brief flicker of anger through the woman's eyes, even though the pleasant smile never left her lips.

"We'll see about that," the skank called in a slightly sing-songy voice that clashed horribly with the gentle ringing of the bell.

After a long moment of tense silence, Inko slumped back against the counter, releasing a whoosh of breath. "Oh my word! I thought I was going to pass out!" she gasped, fanning herself with one hand. Mitsuki grinned, wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulders.

"You did great, ya' badass," she grinned. "I'm proud of ya'."

Daigo's tutor smiled faintly as he watched their interaction, then turned a cold glare towards the door. "Damn, I hate that woman," he grumbled under his breath.

"You've met her before?" Mitsuki frowned, curious.

"Not personally," the young man shook his head, "but a friend of mine is something of a… professional rival of hers. And anyway, I've seen the kind of material she publishes. The woman's a shameless manipulative bitch that twists everything she writes to suit her own purposes."

"Quite the editorial," Mitsuki snorted, smirking. "I think I'm gonna like you…?"

"Dabi," the young man replied, holding out a hand to shake. This one, the blonde took readily, baring her teeth in a grin.

"Mitsuki, and this is Inko."

"Pleased to meet you," the green-haired woman managed with a tired smile, shaking his hand as well. "And thank you, for helping us before."

"Don't worry about it. Like I said, I hate that woman," Dabi shrugged, glancing towards Daigo. He paused, and it almost seemed as though a silent conversation passed between the two of them before he turned to them again, pulling a hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck. "Listen, if you ever need help with her again, or anything else really, feel free to come by the shop. I'm usually hanging around here when I'm not working, and if I'm not, Daigo or Soma can take a message for me."

"We'd be happy to help," Daigo nodded quietly, his voice soft but no less sincere for all that.

"Agreed," Shokuko-san smiled, walking up to the counter with a large bag in hand. "Should either of you need anything, please feel free to come by again. I promise you'll always be welcome here."

Inko and Mitsuki blinked in surprise at the display of support from the three of them before they each smiled and bowed (well, Mitsuki more bared her teeth and cocked her head at them, but it was the thought that counted, right?). "We appreciate it. Really," Inko murmured, a little bit teary-eyed.

"Ah, don't worry about it," Shokuko-san chuckled, staring right over their heads. "Anything for a friend. You two take care now, alright?"

"Sure thing, Shokuko-san," Mitsuki grinned.

"But I haven't paid yet!" Inko squeaked in protest.

"It's on the house today," Shokuko-san waved her off airily, stepping back into the kitchen to tidy up. "You've been through quite a bit."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Trust me, there's no point in arguing with him about it. You'll be here for hours," Dabi called, heading back towards his corner with Daigo.

Mitsuki just chuckled, taking the bag. "I'd wager Inko could wear him down, but unfortunately we don't have that kinda time today; I have a meeting in an hour. Come on Inko."

"B-But-"

"Don't worry, you can leave a really big tip next time," the blonde woman rolled her eyes fondly, taking her old friend by the wrist and just barely dodging out of the way as a tiny woman with magenta pigtails about as long as she was tall stepped into the restaurant with a laptop tucked under her arm. "Hell, if it makes you feel better, I'll even let you pay for mine. Thanks again, Shokuko-san! And nice to meet you, Dabi!"

Dabi waved briefly to her, then shot the tiny newcomer a slightly exasperated look. "Nice of you to join us, Aiba."

"Sorry I'm late. My other job ran long," the petite woman sighed back, walking over to their table. "So. What've I missed?"

"They were very kind," Inko murmured, smiling to herself as she buckled her seatbelt and took the food from her friend.

"Yeah," Mitsuki grinned back, turning the key in the ignition. "So, where d'you wanna go to eat?"

Outtake:

"Have a good night, Kizuki-san!"

"Good night!" Chitose smiled back, waving briefly to her secretary as she made her way towards the parking deck. It had been a long, relatively productive day, all things considered. She was disappointed that her interviews with Bakugou Mitsuki and Midoriya Inko had fallen through-perhaps when the Meta Liberation Army's goals were achieved then she could disregard such reluctance on her interviewees' parts, but alas, they were not yet ready to march against the oppression of this society-but she was by no means dropping the story. Even if the two of them were rejecting the chance to comment, that didn't mean their friends and neighbors wouldn't be eager to take the spotlight.

The only issue was that she still didn't know what Midoriya Izuku's meta ability might be. Police had made a point of warning the public that 'Deku' was a highly dangerous villain with an unidentified emitter 'quirk', and yet when she dug into the boy's past and discovered his identity as 'Midoriya Izuku', every record that Chitose had managed to find listed him as quirkless, all the way up until his faked suicide at the age of twelve. The idea that the boy might have developed his meta ability after that age was preposterous; there was no medical record of anyone having manifested later than seven, so the only reasonable explanation was that he must have been suppressing his power (she ignored the little voice in the back of her head reminding her of the rumors surrounding the League of Villains, as well as their mysterious 'Sensei'; such a possibility would not help publicize the goals of the Army).

Which begged the question: what kind of ability did Midoriya Izuku have that he was so afraid of what people would think of him if he revealed it? What sort of power did he have that he would willingly subject himself to the prejudice directed towards the quirkless? And what sort of meta ability did he have that he faked his own death at the age of twelve so that he would be able to use it freely? It was a fascinating story, groundbreaking even, and Chitose had no doubt that it would help the public to realize the importance of Destro's message and the mission of the Meta Liberation Army.

Chitose flipped thoughtfully through the notes on her phone, finger resting alongside her lips and high heels clicking across the parking deck as she reviewed what very little she had learned about 'Deku' from her underworld connections. Most of his reputation had to do with his abilities as a 'quirk analyst'-some people even saw him as something of an underground quirk counselor. Nobody seemed to know what his meta ability was, though. It was an emitter power of some kind and most rumors claimed that it affected his physical capabilities, but some seemed to think it was a stealth or energy manipulation ability, and a few even thought it was some form of telekinesis. Some people actually seemed to think that he had more than one meta ability. Of all the rumors, that seemed the most likely to result in such an intense suppression as Midoriya Izuku had obviously engaged in, but she really had no way of knowing for certain unless she could interview someone close to him.

I wonder if I can track down Bakugou Katsuki for an interview? He had such an obvious meta ability for heroics, yet he had a reputation as a bully at his old school. Perhaps he targeted Midoriya out of jealousy? Ooh, that might even make an interesting headline-

"Kizuki Chitose, aka Curious. Current affiliations: executive director of Shoowaysha Publishing and board member of the Meta Liberation Army."

Chitose froze, her heart pounding as a slow smile stretched across her lips and she turned towards the corner of the garage, where she could now make out a slight figure largely hidden by the shadow of one of the large pillars. "It would seem I've met a kindred spirit," she purred quietly. "It's not often that I meet someone as dedicated to investigation as myself, Midoriya Izuku."

A low chuckle came in response to her implicit invitation and the shadow shifted just enough for her to make out bright red hightops, gray sweatpants, and the cowl of a dark hoodie. "I suppose I should've known you would be the first to figure me out."

"And I suppose I should've known that you would be the first to discover me, as well," Chitose replied, inching towards the boy, probing the darkness in the hopes of seeing his face. "I have so looked forward to meeting you. Tell me, what exactly is your quirk? Why did you decide to pretend to be quirkless? What led you to the decision to fake your own death? What led to the formation of the League of Villains? How did-"

The journalist paused as she felt a distinct pressure against her stomach, obviously warning her not to come any closer-A telekinesis quirk, perhaps? That doesn't seem like enough, though; maybe there's an unusual activator, like blood or something equally frowned upon?-then Deku commented in that factual tone from before, "Quirk: Landmine. Allows her to transform anything she touches into an explosive, including living tissue. The explosives themselves aren't powerful, but she can transform a large surface area at a time." Deku's voice turned into a light almost-drawl as he continued, "Forgive me, but considering your laissez-faire opinion on 'meta ability' regulations, I'd prefer to keep my distance, Kizuki-san."

Chitose decided to play along, pulling her lower lip into a sultry pout as she drew to a stop and twirled a strand of lavender hair around her finger. "Come now, Izuku-kun. Distance? Surely the reason you've come to see me in person is that you wish to make a new friend?"

Deku turned a little bit more fully towards her, his head tilting slightly to one side, the pressure on her stomach fading with the green light marking his eyes. "I have yet to decide," the boy replied simply. "It's true that much of the oppression in this society can be traced to prejudice towards certain quirks. It's even possible that releasing some of the regulations on power usage could help mitigate that prejudice, but I still have reservations. So, I've decided to give you an opportunity to earn my friendship."

Chitose tensed just slightly when a notebook flew at her, barely restraining the instinct to use her meta ability on it as she caught it. "And what might this be?" she frowned, flipping curiously through it. Eight Bullets? Rappa Kendou, Tabe Soramitsu, etcetera etcetera… Hm… Chisaki Kai maybe rings a bell? Overhaul sounds a little more familiar. Okay, Trigger I've definitely heard of…

"It's an opportunity," Deku replied, smiling faintly. "Take that notebook to Re-Destro and let me know when the show is; I'd like the chance to come watch."

That gave Chitose pause as she lifted her head and quirked an eyebrow up at the boy. "And why should the Meta Liberation Army do your dirty work?" she asked, finally all business.

The smile quickly curled into a smirk. "As I said, this is your opportunity. Besides, considering Overhaul's ultimate goal, I think you'll find this a worthwhile endeavor."

"And what, precisely, is his goal?"

"To destroy meta abilities."

Chitose froze, her interest in the notebook suddenly returning ten-fold. "And how close is he to accomplishing such a goal?"

"You'll find everything you want to know in that notebook," the boy urged, straightening up as a black mist began to swirl behind him. "Depending on what you make of it, you may be seeing me again.

"Oh, and Kizuki-san?" Deku called, his tone that of an afterthought.

"Hm?" the journalist hummed, already immersed in the first page of the notebook, as she glanced back towards the boy, her lips tilted up in a coy smile that Deku seemed to readily return.

"Unless you want me to tear both your company and the MLA into tiny little pieces," he began in a demure tone before his expression suddenly darkened, his eyes glowing poison-green and sending a shiver of both terror and ecstasy down Chitose's spine, "stay away from my family."

I don't know if Shimura Nana's actual hero name has ever been revealed, but I pulled the name Adamant from a fantastic fanfic called 'rock'n'roll, buckaroo!' by Origamidragons. If you enjoy BNHA conspiracy theories and want a good laugh and some bromance feels, it's a fabulous fic and I HIGHLY recommend it.

So. Originally I'd been going to focus on Aizawa and Mitsuki's meeting to talk about the dorm system in this chapter, but then this happened. I hope it worked decently well? Also, have another couple of OCs! Shokuko - 食(shoku) food, 子(ko) child. Food child. A chef and his son who is friends with/a student of Dabi. And the names Soma and Daigo I absolutely stole from Food Wars. I was feeling lazy that day; sue me (actually please don't; I don't have the money for that). Anyway, I love them. They're a wonderful family. And yes, they absolutely have connections to the Vigilante Network. (No, I will not be spoiling you with details on that connection as of yet.) :)

Next chapter comes out November 2nd, narrated by the most iconic example of a yandere that I have ever encountered in any genre. Remember to go beyond! PLUS ULTRA!