She cuts to the chase afterward, divulging what her Quirk is and how it works. Creation, she calls it. It's a beneficial Quirk, he'll readily admit. It's versatile, convenient in any situation, and John was fairly sure that all the mafia groups in his previous life would've killed to have a power like that had they been alive in this universe (but that would've been an unavoidable disaster.)
"What's your Quirk?"
Oh, right. That.
Worst case scenario, Yaoyorozu would probably look at him with contempt and avoid him like the plague, but honestly, John couldn't care less if that were to happen. He's dealt with old classmates like that since elementary; high school wouldn't be any different.
"I'm Quirkless," John says evenly.
And Yaoyorozu doesn't sneer at him. Or react negatively, for that matter. She looks surprised if anything, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Well, it's better than dealing with what he was accustomed to, he supposed.
"Will that be a problem?" He later asks, and it's not because he wants to be confrontational. Rather, he wants to know if he could trust that Yaoyorozu won't act like his old classmates in middle school. Otherwise, Katsuki just might pull through with his previous threat and John doesn't want to deal with the aftermath of it.
Yaoyorozu startles. "Oh! No, no, it won't, not at all. I'm sorry if I came off as rude, I was just a little surprised—"
"It's fine," John cuts her off. "Just wanted to check." Her shoulders slacken as she sighs in relief, subsequently offering him a small grin.
"Well, I hope we can get along, Midoriya-san."
John doesn't smile, but he does let himself face Yaoyorozu fully just so she knows he's earnest. "Likewise."
~
The final results of the pairings appear on the holographic screen by the time everyone has found their appointed partners.
And frankly, John didn't know what else he had expected.
"The first team to start us off will be..." All Might presents, his words trailing off for dramatic effect. A holographic screen appears, revealing the teams with their profile photos on them.
TEAM C [VILLAINS]
VERSUS
TEAM D [HEROES]
Incidentally, Katsuki is in Team D, and by the looks of it, he's ecstatic. Not a good sign, in John's
opinion. Katsuki can be insufferable whenever he gets the chance to spar with him in any way, shape, or form, by which case is a class-sanctioned Battle Trial where Quirk usage is allowed. An approaching headache and a half.
"Try not to kill each other," Hitoshi tells him, clapping his shoulder.
"Tell Katsuki that," John responds bluntly.
All Might leads the rest of the class to the monitoring room after providing the capture tapes and paintballs and informing the first teams to come up with their plans in ten minutes, with John and Yaoyorozu being given a five-minute headstart in preparations.
"I have a plan that could possibly work, but if you also have an idea, I'd like to hear it," Yaoyorozu says after scanning the holographic map supplied to them.
John does have plans formed in his head, general ideas that include "killing" Katsuki since that option was far easier than capturing. Iida is a new factor, and based on his performance during the assessment test, he'd be a difficult opponent to handle by himself. As much as John is agile on his feet, he doesn't have engines on his legs, so perhaps catching the bespectacled boy off guard through traps could work.
He relays all this to his partner, who nods occasionally as he explains. Shortly after, she starts, "I have the exact same thought about Iida-san. His Quirk does seem like a problem to deal with and traps might be enough to capture him as well as the limited space of the building. Although, he might also be smart enough to figure that out."
"Then let's keep those traps as disguised as possible," John compromises.
"That can be arranged. I can make some hidden traps around the hall that could render Iida-san immobile enough for capture or elimination."
"However," she adds contemplatively. "I do have some questions about Bakugou-san; why 'kill' him instead of the alternative?"
"I've known him since we were younger; his first instinct will be to target me because he wants to fight," John explains curtly, rolling a red paintball in his hand. It's always red. "He's stubborn, brash, and his battle sense is keen enough that he'll be a bigger threat later on if we don't get rid of him early; I know how to deal with that. But what's your plan?"
Yaoyorozu's plan, as she then explains, is similar to John's in that there will be setups and countermeasures around the perimeter, but she'll keep the door sealed shut until time runs out. It's feasible, although he doubts it would hold back someone like Katsuki if he's not apprehended. It's a probability that his partner seems to have taken into account as well as she creates motion-sensor traps infused with some capture tape and her own paintballs near the door.
"Let's still utilize your idea, Midoriya-san," she says. "You said you've known Bakugou-san for a long time, so I trust that you can handle him while I handle Iida-san on my end."
"Yeah."
After helping Yaoyorozu set up, concluding their roles, and reviewing the map of the building via hologram device, they hear All Might's announcement in their earpieces.
"Alright, everyone, time's up! Villains, get to your stations; heroes, proceed into the building — your Battle Trial begins now!"
John takes in a steady breath. It'll be a pain trying to figure out where Katsuki and Iida would be in this maze of a commercial building but John can improvise.
"Good luck," Yaoyorozu tells him, giving him a flash grenade hidden within a matryoshka doll she created. "In case you need something to distract Bakugou-san," is her reason.
John only nods, passing the threshold in silence.
Here we go.
~
It shouldn't feel so natural to creep through the dark with an objective again yet here he is, weapons on hold, and his mind clear of anything but the goal to take out his opponents as soon as possible.
(Catacombs, mazes, crowded parties, places to hide his guns should he need to escape from enemies on his back; John was prepared for anything.)
He doesn't think about whether or not it's a good thing.
Having memorized the map, John silently slips through the hallways with ease; turning corners and going through stairs like a snake through tall grass, looking for prey. In this case, it's Katsuki, and Katsuki is far from oblivious and slow to react to the next visible sign of danger.
His feet barely make a sound with each careful step.
John distantly wonders if Iida has been caught in any of Yaoyorozu's traps yet.
He passes another hallway.
(An enemy appeared, guns raised, but the Boogeyman shot quicker.)
Katsuki, as much as he tried convincing John that he'd be excellent at stealth, announces his presence with a booming, "Found you, Deku!"
John easily dodges a sparking fist, drawing his quarterstaff (not his guns. Never his guns. Only for dire straits. Not to kill. Not his guns. Not yet) and swiping at the blond in response, only for him to evade and leap back, a manic grin stretched across his face. Great.
John keeps the flash grenade tucked away for now. A hidden blade among the other hidden blades underneath his jacket.
(Easier to have a second gun than to reload.)
"Think you could hide and get the jump on me, huh, Deku?"
Not really.
"Well, guess what; I'm gonna beat your ass right here and now, and I'm gonna fucking win!"
Truly, can Katsuki get any noisier than he needed to be?
John lightly huffs, fixing his stance as multiple ideas on how to bait Katsuki into a corner and 'killing' him at the right moment surf through his head. He made it sound so easy when he explained that plan to Yaoyorozu, but in truth, he knew it wouldn't be—Katsuki grew up learning how to fight alongside John, after all.
Just as John knew of Katsuki's tells, Katsuki knew of John's.
As Hitoshi would say, this was gonna suck.
"Eat shit, Deku!"
Avoiding another swipe of Katsuki's gauntlet-clad hand, John retaliates by swiping his staff at the former's legs.
(Cassian was down, but so was John, and they grappled and struggled to get the upper hand.)
It manages to catch the blond off guard but he recovers quickly.
Katsuki wastes no time firing a short burst of Explosion at the ground by John's feet, resulting in smoke blocking his vision. No doubt a distraction leading up to a swift attack. Then again, that would be too easy, wouldn't it?
He smells burning caramel and fire just as he hears the kneejerk, telltale roar of an old childhood declaration, "DIE!"
(John Wick cannot—will not—will never die.)
The smoke cuts away, revealing Katsuki's charging figure, his feral smile still stuck on his face. His eye mask and the dim lighting seem to make his red eyes even redder.
Red. Red. Red.
Enemies in the red. John is in the shadows, in the red—in enemy territory. But that won't matter, he will fight and he will bleed and he will win.
Katsuki (Viggo Cassian Ares Zero) has his right arm extended in front of him, his hand open to let off another blast but John smoothly steps aside, hooks Katsuki's arm with his staff, and uses the momentum to steer the latter's face into the wall closest to them. "Urk—!"
It stuns Katsuki briefly, but his inherent stubbornness gets him to recuperate fast. John takes a few steps away to evade an incoming punch to the face, moving to sharply hit Katsuki under the chin with a palm strike.
The blond is seriously getting too predictable with his right hooks.
John doesn't let Katsuki take a second—he rushes forward without mercy (no mercy, Jardani, understand) and knocks away his enemy's target's victim's friend's gauntlet-clad hands with both ends of his staff when he notices them coming near him.
"Fucking damn it—!"
John continues to overwhelm Katsuki with punches, jabs, kicks; not giving him a chance to react.
(Don't give them a chance to breathe, Jardani)
Katsuki does get a few hits in, mostly because the blond knows John just as well to predict just the
slightest crevice of an opening, but John doesn't let up; no hesitation, no doubt, only action.
( A split second of delay will cost you, Jardani)
He knows he has other options; the capture tape, the paintballs, the flash grenade Yaoyorozu gave him. They were available and ready to be utilized. But John also knows that Katsuki is just as observant when it mattered, so any small movements from him would draw his attention, so he needs to find the ideal timing, the ideal moment where he finishes this with one strike.
(like a rabid animal cornered, with nowhere to go but through its predator's chest. like a bullet through the heart.)
Katsuki aims for an elbow to the solar plexus; John catches it, shoving it away to kick the back of the former's knee but Katsuki flips back in recovery, swinging his grenade gauntlet at John but he parries it away with his staff.
John tries to sweep his legs with his weapon again but Katsuki anticipates it, jumping up to land a roundhouse kick to John's chest; John rolls back on his feet despite the ache growing there, simultaneously putting his staff in its holster.
He waits until the blond is the one to dash forward with a purpose and John grabs the front of Katsuki's shirt and his forearm to flip the cursing teenager over, slamming him to the ground.
"Ack—!"
Katsuki, however, isn't down for the count yet, using his Quirk to launch himself back up onto his feet after a few seconds, stumbling a little on the landing and heaving. John steps back again, readying his staff again. His second blades rest in his holsters and his pockets, burning to be used.
Katsuki wildly smiles at him.
John stares directly back.
(John Wick always stared into the eyes of those he killed, for he was the abyss that never looked away when it took and took and took.)
Their fight goes on for a while, and John seriously wants to get this done. He's unsure how much time has passed now but the longer this continues, the higher the chances of his opponent getting the upper hand and catching him unprepared. A particular lesson the Director drilled into him personally.
Maybe this is Katsuki's plan—to tire John out first before dealing with the finishing blow (if he decides not to take the available option of capture). A clever tactic.
But John has always been a little tenacious too.
He finds a window of opportunity in Katsuki's next attack. The latter sets off a sizable explosion on the spot where John previously was before he leaped away, causing another smokescreen and leaving the both of them blind to each other's presence.
John takes advantage of the thick Quirk-induced cover, sprinting to another, quieter, corridor.
The exit sign above radiates a neon green light, washing over him in its glow. He thinks he hears something in his earpiece but it's more of a dull kind of static than a coherent sentence. He inhales.
(neon light was all he could see in the nightclub/catacombs/hotel. rave/concert/classical music continued to vibrate below, above, and around him like a panicked/angered/excited heartbeat but his own remained steady. Cassian's/the Adjudicator's/The High Table's men would come for him soon.)
"Deku! Don't run away, you asshole! Fight me!"
Katsuki will come running. John needs to prepare; he will be prepared.
(he grabbed the guns he kept out of sight, waiting in the shadows, his territory.)
Carefully, as to not invite any of Katsuki's heightened attention, he loads the three red paintballs in the school-issued gun (it's empty, he realizes a little later. Grateful, somehow. Maybe the school doesn't trust him enough) while leaving one in his pocket just in case. Four was always seen as an unlucky number in Japan, wasn't it?
(a shot, two shots, three shots, four shots. each one deadly, calculated, permanent. John never wasted a bullet when it mattered.)
He stores away the gun and his quarterstaff, and pulls out the capture tape, inspecting it. It seems durable enough. He tears a decent length off, keeping the rest of it in his pocket.
(he strangled one of Viggo's men with nothing but his restraints, not letting go, not stopping until only one of them breathed.)
"Deku!"
He exhales. His mind is clear. Tire Katsuki out, entrap him, then kill him (do you understand, Jardani/John/Baba Yaga). Then help Yaoyorozu if she needs it.
All too quickly, Katsuki finds him.
(Katsuki's red, red, red clashes with Midoriya Izuku's green, green, green, like lava over a garden, like blood over grass.)
And he doesn't waste a second this time, blasting a nonlethal explosion at John's chest and later roaring like a Spartan soldier heading to war. "Time to get your ass beat!" John swiftly gets back up, stretching out the capture tape. His ears ring, sweat building up in his palms, and his head pulsed behind his eyes along with the other bruises scattered across his body. He's fucking tired of this.
(he was tired, he wanted to sleep, but there was no rest for the wicked like him, so he continued to run until his ankles bled and his vision got too blurry.)
Katsuki leaps forward with a yell, red eyes focused on him and—
John sees Cassian's car coming, but unlike last time, he dodges it. Cassian is angry, rightfully so; John killed his ward. Consider it professional courtesy, Cassian says, dropping a coin, two coins, three coins, four coins for their drinks, their respect, their purpose, their lives. That number will leave him dead on a train.
John wraps his belt around Cassian's arm and he twists and pulls and manipulates; he wants him to fall down already. He does fall.
However, Ares doesn't crumble easily. The tiny knife, clutched between her callused, tattoed
fingers, glints with intent, each punch desiring to end him for good.
John overpowers her, pushing her back with much more force until that tiny knife is embedded in her chest, following in Cassian's bloody footprints. Be seeing you.
But Zero is persistent, and he fights with more vigor and skill than before. John doesn't falter this time; he won't be thrown into glass walls or let blades knick his skin anymore. He's slammed into the ground but he hooks his legs around Zero's neck and drags him down with him.
Zero continues to be persistent but John jabs him in the cheek and throws him to the floor. We are the same.
John is getting tired of it. (But he won't stop.)
He rises instantly and it's no longer raining when Viggo stands before him, like a ghost beyond the grave. Viggo doesn't wait for him to be ready, he charges on, his shriveled heart beating to avenge his fallen empire and the son who fucked it all up.
John meets him halfway, his fist against Viggo's wrinkled face, the fleeting memory of rage and hate and pain being the only thing on his mind. I'll be seeing you, John.
He gets on top of (Viggo Cassian Ares Santino Iosef Zero who who who who is it) to restrain any more movement. He hears profanities and curses from a voice that should be familiar but John is too deep into this mission that he doesn't care who it is; he needs to finish the job.
Marcus texted him they'd get a drink. Helen wants him for another date on their anniversary. Daisy needs to be fed.
He reaches for his gun—
"HALT, VILLAIN!"
John is forcibly shoved away by something—or someone. And that just happens to be Iida. (Did the trap plan fail or did Iida not come to their floor at all? What happened to Yaoyorozu?)
"Damn it, Specs, I had him!"
"You were trapped with no way of escaping; it's a hero's duty to—"
"I just said I fucking had him!"
John gets back up and for a moment, he ponders over what just happened that made him lose some of his composure, enough that he didn't hear Iida's arrival, but he shoves that question in a box for later. The battle trial is still ongoing; there will be no more distractions.
"Midoriya-san, are you there? Are you alright?" Yaoyorozu's voice cuts through his earpiece. Oh, so she's safe, then.
While Katsuki and Iida continue to argue, oblivious to the world and their opponent, John answers back in a low tone, "Yeah."
"Oh, thank goodness... What's happening? Iida-san hasn't arrived in our base yet and I heard a lot of explosions a few floors down."
"Iida's here. I was fighting Katsuki until he showed up."
"I see. Then it seems we'll be starting a Plan B. If you don't have a clear shot, I can make a net cannon that could hold two people, that way we can use the paintballs on them once they're incapacitated."
The hero team is still arguing when John chooses to retreat, for now, creeping backward, his feet not making a sound. "No. Katsuki can blow it up and Iida can either dodge or get them both out of range." He pats himself for his other gun just to be prepared, except he feels nothing in his holster. Great. "And my gun's missing."
It probably flew away somewhere when Iida collided against him at full speed earlier. And he only has one red paintball with him, which isn't enough, to begin with. Well, he still has his capture tape, quarterstaff, flash grenade...
"I can create one—"
"All your paintballs were used for the traps and I only have one."
"Oh...right," he hears her trail off. "Then, what should we do?"
John slinks away deeper into the darker end of the hallway, shadows blanketing him. Certain that the hero team can't see him anymore, he turns and starts walking, a decision made. "I'm going back."
"Eh? But Bakugou-san and Iida-san—"
"I'll deal with them if they come at me." He makes it to the floor just below where the bomb is. If John focuses hard enough, he can hear Katsuki's irritated scream that sounds like, 'Where the fuck did he go?!'
"Are the traps still there?"
"Uh— Yes! Yes, they are and untouched."
"Okay. I'll be there soon. Be prepared."
Just in time, John hears footsteps, some explosions, and the roaring of engines, including angered exclamations and profanities. "DEKU, YOU SLICK SON OF A DICK—"
"Language, Bakugou-kun!"
"—I'M SO GONNA KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!"
John barely manages to evade a flying kick rocketing towards him by none other than a seething Katsuki, which elicits a cry from Iida. "Bakugou-kun, don't just head straight into danger like that! You need to plan—"
Katsuki screams back, "Why doncha stop getting on my shit about it and start fighting—fuck!"
John doesn't waste a second in kicking the blond in the side, sneakily nabbing one of his smaller grenades in the process. (Katsuki needs to think of a better place to keep his limited explosives that is out of easy access.) He manages to get a few feet away when Iida goes for a swing of his leg.
"As I told you, you need to plan—"
"Save that shit for later, Four Eyes!"
"Are you even seriously trying to be a hero with that attitude?"
"Are you seriously trying to piss me the fuck off with your prissy, self-righteous bullshit, Uptight?!"
Taking their short argument to his advantage, John presses the small button on the grenade and waits until the right timing to throw it at their feet, the two of them unaware until the last second. It clicks.
(it exploded, leaving many injured, dying, dead.)
Smoke is released rapidly, clouding their sight of each other, and John doesn't think twice about sprinting to the stairs to the next floor with this diversion. Behind him, Katsuki bellows, "Have you been watching ninja movies or some shit, Deku?!"
John says nothing. He continues to dash up the stairs, plans upon plans forming in his mind. He'll hazard a guess and predict that, if he plays his cards correctly, Katsuki and Iida's rocky cooperation would result in their loss one way or another.
He arrives in time to see Yaoyorozu leaving the bomb room with a long metal staff held tight in her hand. "Midoriya-san!"
"Yaoyorozu," he greets back, and knowing they're on a short time limit (he's almost sure that Katsuki is blowing a fuse from the number of times John managed to slip away) he continues, "I have a plan if you're willing to listen."
She does end up listening to his plan with rapt attention, interjecting with a few suggestions of her own until their new, solid strategy is formed just in the nick of time.
"Deku!"
John turns to face Katsuki who is foaming at the mouth at this point with Iida hovering behind him, pronouncing some speech about heroism and reigns of terror coming to an end. John can only focus on the fiery stare of his friend, hot and burning to win.
Unprompted, Katsuki—as usual—bolts forward, powered by his explosions, leaving Iida spluttering in the smoke.
John acts quickly, using the capture tape to rope Katsuki's incoming left leg to the face and maneuvering it sharply until the blond loses his balance and falls face-first onto the ground, too late to react and regain his footing. Iida starts to dash towards them, likely aiming to assist his team partner and take John down, but John had expected the reaction as much.
Without missing a beat, John takes out the matryoshka doll from his belt and flings it at Iida, who comes to an abrupt stop to kick at the incoming projectile, triggering the flash grenade to go off. John instinctively shields his eyes, waiting until it was the ideal time to open them again and see Iida rubbing at his own.
But Katsuki seems to have the same thought of covering his eyes as he uses his other uncaught leg to sweep John's ankles, which throws him off for a brief moment before John recovers instantly, releasing his hold on the blond's leg as a result. Katsuki is practically growling as he gets back up on his feet, slouched as though he's about to pounce again.
"Midoriya-san!"
He doesn't need to look back to know that Yaoyorozu has pulled through with her end of the plan, picking up the sound of motorized parts moving and whirring. And he doesn't need to hear her command to take cover.
Using Katsuki's brief shift of attention to Yaoyorozu, John hits him in the stomach and immediately drops to the floor just as Yaoyorozu fires off her newly formed creation, one that vaguely resembles a bazooka. John barely identifies the projectile used for it except it's pink in color.
Ahead of him, he hears the combined voices of Katsuki and Iida, both yelling in vastly different volumes and emotions. He cranes his neck to discover the hero team trapped in some bubblegum- like substance with their heads spared from the material.
In an instant afterward, an alarm echoes around the building.
"Time's up! Villain Team wins!"
It seems like their traps weren't needed after all.
~
Later, after watching Katsuki and Iida successfully getting out of their bubblegum prison (with some complaints from the former and some scolding from the latter) John notices Yaoyorozu's current state just from the way she's covering herself and angling away from them. He slips off his blazer, approaching his exercise partner. She must have exhausted herself too much from making that bazooka if she isn't creating any covering.
"Here," John says, looking elsewhere as he hands his blazer to a flustered Yaoyorozu.
"Oh! T-Thank you," she bobs her head in appreciation, taking the blazer and shrugging it on her shoulders, tugging it close over her body. She definitely needs to have her hero uniform modified better, he thinks. For the sake of convenience and her dignity. Maybe he can negotiate with All Might about getting Yaoyorozu a new modified costume after this class.
"You're welcome."
~
Hitoshi's cheeks hurt so goddamn bad from how much he's smiling like a starstruck idiot but he can't help it.
He takes a moment to spy on everyone else's reactions and boy was it a sight; most of them could probably catch flies from how wide their mouths were along with their eyes. (Except for that one guy with all the ice covering one side of him who is pretty much glaring at the giant screen. Weird.)
Beside him, Uraraka looks like she just won the lottery out of nowhere.
Hitoshi can understand that; Midoriya "Viridian Devil" Izuku is just so fucking cool, it's
unbelievable. (Watching him practically wiping the floor with Blasty's ugly mug will forever be ironed into his brain like a happy memory he can look back on if he needed a good laugh; so much blackmail material in case the blond urchin decides to piss him off or something.)
He always knew his quiet, blunt friend was cool (the first time they met solidified that thought) but seeing his classmates' awestruck reactions to the badassery displayed in the big screens of the monitor room just hits different.
Never underestimate the quiet kids, or whatever the hell the saying went.
And if these guys knew that Midoriya is Quirkless?
Well, Hitoshi just hopes it'll be one hell of a wake-up call.
~
All Might swears to all the American states he's been in that he had no idea what he was expecting out of this Battle Trial match.
But watching young Midoriya going toe-to-toe with young Bakugou without a Quirk and managing to get the upper hand repeatedly each time—even with young Iida coming to assist his partner—was a welcomed surprise. Not that he was, to begin with; the Sludge Villain incident was all the proof he needed to know how capable young Midoriya is, especially in this world of superhuman abilities.
That boy will never cease to amaze him.
(and in the back of his mind, he thinks, Master would've loved him.)
~
It's a pandemonium the second John and the others return to the monitor room.
"You guys were so awesome!"
"It was a bloodbath, is what it was!"
"It's just a Battle Trial, kero."
"The way you guys fought was like it came out of a movie!"
"How were you able to fight like that without using your Quirk?!"
John doesn't even need to mull over it. "I don't have one."
He already expected the silence, the shocked faces, and the surprised stares. He's already anticipating any snide remarks and scowls that he could easily ignore.
What John didn't predict was the uproar of praises and compliments thrown at him at every angle.
"Holy crap, seriously?!"
"That makes your fight with Bakugou even more awesome!"
"Man, all that without a Quirk? So freakin' sick, dude!"
"You're incredible, Midoriya!"
In the corner of his eye, John finds Katsuki smirking at him alongside Hitoshi. I told you so, he can hear from their expressions.
Yaoyorozu is smiling as well, thanking the girls of the class for their compliments while Iida appears as though he's trying to find a good opening to talk but gets swamped by the class's louder voices.
In the back of the crowd, All Might sends him a thumbs up discreetly with his pearly, cheek- cramping smile.
John can only stand, taking in everyone's praises until All Might ushers everyone back to attention, asking who the MVP of the match is and what they should do to improve, among other questions. The next match later commences and John watches intently.
As much as he isn't a complete optimist on any given day, his first day of high school is going well so far, he thinks.
Chapter End Notes
john: I'm tired of wearing suits. john, internally, after seeing his hero costume: fucking hell katsuki & hitoshi: he loves it :D
John is really going through it, huh (sorry buddy, lmao)
I may or may not have rewatched clips of the John Wick movies for reference during the battle trials lol I can't write fight scenes for SHIT so if it's weird or underwhelming to read, that's probably why haha
and ta-dah!!! The Suit has returned w/o John's consent! :D (well kinda lol)
I've gotten a comment or two about John teaming up with Yaoyorozu, which actually had been in my plans for this fic haha! I hope their team-up was alright, I love exploring their dynamic \o/
and before any of yall jump straight into the conclusions pool, there won't be any romance in this fic aside from the background ships that are established. It's all platonic relationships in this ocean, kids. Will I ever touch on John's feelings towards romance tho? Maybe, maybe not. We'll see ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
next up: *dun dun DUN* USJ! USJ! USJ! :D time for some John Wick action, baby!!! it'll be a long one for sure, and I'm not sure when it'll come out due to my
Pretty Busy Schedule and I want it to be as awesome and coherent as possible lol but I hope it won't take a billion years to write n edit at least Σ(- ᷅_- ᷄ )
until next time!