Chapter 5: Fight
"I'm just saying, Dynamight," Fugue's voice argued harshly under his breath in Izuku's living room, "that when we're doing an undercover mission, the goal is to, you know, not break the cover!"
Izuku was impressed with the heavy layering of sarcasm. This was probably the best team up for the job, and here they were, blowing their cover to help him out.
"And just because you found some long-lost mediocre fuck buddy–"
"Hey!" Katsuki interjected. "I'll have you know that Deku is a fantastic fuck buddy! Leagues above mediocre! What do you take me for? To settle for mediocre?!"
"Uh, hi," Izuku said as he entered the living room with a tray of drinks and snacks, trying his best to be a good host for the guy he knocked unconscious who was unknowingly an undercover hero.
"Oh, fuck," Fugue said. "You're Viper."
"And you're Fugue," Izuku said, setting the tray down in front of Fugue and motioning for him to help himself.
Katsuki tsked. "This is Misty."
"Haze," Fugue introduced himself by his hero alias, not missing a beat, rolling his eyes.
"This is Midoriya Izuku. He's one of the stakeholders at the Pit."
Haze sucked in a breath through his teeth and whipped around to look at Katsuki. "A stakeholder?! We're revealing our position to a stakeholder?! I need to talk to you, Dynamight."
"Is it about the kill-fight?" Katsuki asked, looking down at the phone in his hand, displaying all the missed calls and the text messages displaying an urgency to get into contact.
Haze looked taken aback, then he looked between Katsuki and Izuku with a new kind of perspective. "He told you?"
"How did you know?" Izuku asked. "Is it your quirk? Does your quirk have anything to do with how fluffy your hair looks?" Izuku opened his mouth, probably to spout off about a dozen more questions about Haze's quirk before the first two were even answered before he thought better of it, forcing his own jaw shut with a click and making himself wait, practically bouncing on his toes in anticipation of getting some answers.
Haze hesitated, mistrustful eyes looking Izuku over.
"You can trust him," Katsuki said. "Nerd barely lasted half an hour before he told me about the kill-fight, and that's only because he wanted to make sure he wouldn't be overheard or it would've been sooner."
"My quirk is called Fog," Haze said, giving in. "I can fill an area with it and it's still connected to me. I can use it in pretty basic ways, like to impede vision or to stick to dust to make breathing easier, but if I concentrate, I can fill a room with it and use it to read lips and motions to have a vague picture of what's going on or, if circumstances are near perfect, pick up the vibrations in the air and eavesdrop on conversations."
"That's very cool," Izuku said, and Katsuki knew he was dying to ask questions and write all this down but didn't want to make Haze suspicious of him.
Haze sighed, sensing that Izuku was holding himself back. "My hair's texture and color, and the rest of my looks: My small stature, my pale skin, and the colors I choose to wear, all help to camouflage me in the fog I create so I can move around without being detected."
"That's a very interesting quirk! I've bet you've already done so much with it!" Izuku beamed at the information and decided to offer some information in exchange. "I'm the stakeholder in charge of overseeing the health and safety of the fighters, mostly, but they pull me for a lot of other side projects here and there."
"Have they mentioned anything about Eraserhead?" Katsuki asked as Haze growled at him for breaching the subject.
"Igamo and I have been working on that together," Izuku answered. "You heard, right?" Izuku asked Haze directly. "We're just kind of waiting to see if he's going to do anything. Otherwise, we're just sitting back and letting him keep doing what he's been doing. Is he with you guys? Are there others?"
Before Haze could tell him that they weren't going to answer any of his questions, Katsuki opened his mouth.
"Yes and yes. The others are holding back until and if we give the signal that we need back up," Katsuki said.
"What are you even here for? You have enough evidence that there's an illegal fighting ring taking place, so it's not that, is it?" Izuku pondered.
"It's not that," Katsuki confirmed. "The Yakuza has this little girl with some kind of reversing quirk that they are keeping captive."
"We aren't in line with the Yakuza," Izuku said, puzzled.
"I'm getting there, nerd," Katsuki said, rolling his eyes. "They made her quirk, her DNA, somehow into a drug that can temporarily take away someone's quirk." It was at this point that Izuku had gone pale. "And they're working on a way to make it permanent. We're trying to track down that little girl, and our team has led us here because–"
"Because of the drug that we offer for the fighters–for the quirkless fighting," Izuku said. "You used the drug. Is it what you're looking for?"
"Yes," Katsuki answered.
"But we haven't been able to find any documentation on it," Haze said, finally giving in and offering some information.
"I'm the one that–I'll give you everything I have," Izuku said, shooting up and rushing to the safe in the bottom of his closet.
"What were you saying about this being a bad idea?" Katsuki asked Haze, leaning back into the sofa and examining his nails.
Aldera
Katsuki mentally cataloged every bruise he left on Izuku. Every mark. Both physical and emotional.
He had to, or those extras that followed him around would get ideas that they could beat up on the nerd without him around, give Izuku a hard time with Katsuki's say-so and oversight.
Luckily, Candelabra was able to spread the word that Katsuki didn't want them to "pick up the slack" on the down days, weaving in his own ideas that it would drive Izuku crazy on these days, waiting for the fists to fall and nothing would happen. The extras' cackling at Katsuki's "ingenious ideas" drove Katsuki up the wall, but he just let them think whatever they wanted as long as it made them leave Izuku alone.
Despite this, Katsuki never stopped keeping tabs on the bruises littered about Izuku's body. Not just that, but everything about Izuku. Katsuki noticed when Izuku started to dodge his blows seamlessly when he would try to catch him off-guard. It would be like Izuku would have to refrain from moving away, when he very much would be able to get away if he tried.
Katsuki wanted to know when Izuku started to get self-defense training, but that really wasn't any of his business. Or maybe he was just nervous that Izuku wouldn't answer him if he did ask, wondering if he finally crossed that line of no return, wondering if Izuku stopped seeing them as friends a long time ago and Katsuki should just count their sham of a friendship as a lost cause.
Katsuki really wanted to know why he went out of his way to never use any of his training.
Katsuki tried to not pay so much attention, but he did. So, he obviously saw red when injuries started popping up where Katsuki knew he didn't put them, especially when he knew the nerd could defend himself if he really wanted to. He had gone around to all the extras that followed him around, got into their faces and let off explosions in a threatening display until they cried, but none of them admitted to trying to go behind his back or knowing anything about the nerd's new collection of bruises and abrasions that had nothing to do with Katsuki.
So, Katsuki went to the source himself.
"Oi, Deku," he spat, cornering the nerd during lunch.
It wasn't hard. The boy sat alone. No one was brave enough to befriend him, even those that weren't so cruel as to follow Katsuki's crusade, it seemed.
He got closer and heard the nerd muttering under his breath about how today was an "off-day" and how "Kacchan shouldn't be acknowledging me." As Katsuki got closer, the muttering ramped up in speed and volume, giving away the nerd's anxiety as the nerd questioned himself aloud, trying to parse what he had done to garner Katsuki's out-of-the-norm attention.
Katsuki hauled Izuku up by his uniform's collar. The teachers watching over lunch made no move in their direction. Katsuki knew they wouldn't. Katsuki shook Izuku with one hand, let off threatening sparks with the other, and demanded answers.
Izuku gently grasped the wrist forcing him up onto his toes by his collar. "What do you want to know, Kacchan?" he managed to get out, tears already gathering in his eyes, maybe fearful of what might happen if Katsuki asks an impossible question.
"Who's hurting you?" he demanded.
"No one is," Izuku automatically answered.
But Katsuki wasn't having it. He stopped letting out sparks long enough to grab Izuku's arm and lift it. Izuku winced at Katsuki's firm hold; he couldn't pretend to not know what he was talking about. Bruises and abrasions covered the kid.
When it was clear that Izuku wasn't going to answer of his own accord, Katsuki pressed, "is it someone here at school?" Izuku shook his head. Katsuki swallowed, voice lowering. "Is it Auntie?"
"Kacchan, no!" Izuku said, and laughed, though it was a tearful, watery thing. "Mom would never!"
Katsuki let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and let go of Izuku's collar, but tightened his grip on Izuku's bruised arm, just slightly, unconsciously, making Izuku wince and flinch away.
Before he could ask again, Izuku whispered, "I can't tell you, but I'm okay, Kacchan. I'm okay and I'm going to be okay."
Katsuki held onto his arm for a few seconds longer, watching as Izuku's eyes filled with some kind emotion that Katsuki couldn't place. Katsuki nodded, let go of his arm, and stormed away.
The Pit
"It's been since middle school, hasn't it?" Katsuki asked as he realized, turning over in bed at some ungodly hour as the answer to questions he didn't even realize he had come to him in his dreams.
"What has?" Izuku asked, groggily, but still just as responsive to Katsuki as always, snuggling closer and attempting to blink himself awake enough to focus on Katsuki.
"This whole fighting in the Pit thing," Katsuki clarified. "When I asked you who'd been beating on you way back then–that was you getting started in the Pit, wasn't it?"
Izuku hummed his confirmation. "Lost a lot back then, but was just generally training a lot back then, too. It was more intense training and had higher stakes than the self-defense classes, hence all the injuries."
Katsuki was quiet for too long because Izuku sat up and looked down at him with concern. Izuku had been expecting some teasing remark or something just downright cruel that coming from anyone other than Katsuki might actually be painful, but Izuku would just take it in stride like he always could.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Why are they arranging a kill fight if you've been aligned with them for so long?" Katsuki asked. "Are they that confident that you'll win, or are they trying to get rid of you?"
Izuku opened his mouth to respond, but Katsuki wasn't finished.
"And even if you do win, you'd have killed a pro hero, Deku. How do you think that's going to fare for you? I think this is a win-win situation for them that is going to turn out with them getting rid of you, no matter who wins."
"Which is why you should get out of here while you can," Izuku said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and resigning himself to the fight he was about to get into with Katsuki.
"The fuck kind of idea is that?!" Katsuki bellowed, sitting straight up in bed only to turn on Izuku, eyes narrowed in frustration. "They'll know that you warned me."
"They'll suspect it," Izuku acquiesced, "but they won't know."
"Not good enough." Katsuki ran an anxious hand through bedraggled hair. "And what happens when they just line you up with someone else and make that the kill-fight instead? Besides, I can't just leave in the middle of an undercover mission."
"You can if you tell them how dangerous it's become," Izuku tried.
"And leave you behind to deal with the fallout alone? Never," Katsuki declared, shifting to hover over Izuku and lower himself to capture Izuku's lips in a rough kiss before he could argue. "But you already knew that, didn't you, nerd?"
"Kacchan can't see reason," Izuku said, rolling his eyes.
"I'm the one who can't see reason?!" Katsuki barked. "Come here!" Katsuki demanded when Izuku's eyes widened and he tried to escape his fate, scrambling out from under Katsuki in a pitiful attempt to get away.
Katsuki easily dropped his weight on top of Izuku to halt his attempt and hauled him back down the length of the bed, digging his fingers into Izuku's sides where he knew he was the most ticklish.
"I yield! I yield!" Izuku shrieked, trying to kick away unsuccessfully. "You win, Kacchan! Whatever you say!"
"Damn right," Katsuki groused, fingers poised dangerously to hover above Izuku in case Izuku felt confident enough to take back what he had said. "I'm glad you can see reason, Deku."
Izuku laughed, loud and carefree.
The night of the kill-fight came quickly, but that was probably because every spare second was spent trying to track down where the quirk-suppressing drug was coming from. It helped keep their minds occupied and stress low, or at least as low as can be with one of their possible deaths hanging in the balance.
The kill-fight happened on a healer night, and when Asane was informed about the fight, they were not pleased, and not just because they were present on the night that it was happening.
"I don't work at establishments that endorse this kind of behavior," they said, already packing up their things to go even as they had just unpacked.
Stakeholders Nato and Urasugi tried to talk them down, but it was ultimately Stakeholder Igamo who got them to agree to stay for the night, if only to patch up the winner from the fight so there weren't two deaths, and then they would be sure to look for other arrangements. Asane was not pleased and demanded double the payment which Igamo agreed to immediately without talking to Nato and Urasugi about it. Izuku figured that it served them all right.
The night was supposed to be the biggest of the year with Cadaver fighting Phoenix, a matchup that always drew crowds out because sometimes Phoenix would win, which is rare for any fighter against Cadaver. There was also Himiko Toga, better known as Mosquito in the Pit, returning to the ring after some pretty bad injuries from her last fight against Jupiter that kept her out of commission for a while. Coincidentally, for her returning match, she was also going against Jupiter.
"Don't lick my blood up from the floor this time and we won't have a problem," Jupiter warned her before their fight.
Mosquito took that to mean that licking it right from her body was the better option. She did not fare well.
"You're literally so gross," Uraraka said as they were being healed after the fight.
"Maybe when I win, you can lick me, Jupiter," Himiko said as she stroked her thigh in an attempt to be flirtatious, splayed out and exhausted on the cot next to her, but not too exhausted to keep up her brand of explicit flirting.
Ochako snorted. "You'd have to win, first."
"If you two would just fuck already and get it out of your system," Asane started to say, but they didn't get to finish that thought due to Ochako throwing a roll of gauze at their head. "Rude! After all I do for you to keep you healed and healthy so you can go on to beat more asses another day!"
"And we appreciate you for it, Asane," Himiko said with a saccharine smile.
"Tonight on our roster, something special," the announcer said into the microphone, a knowing smile on his face that screamed I-know-something-you-don't-know.
And the crowd screamed to bask in the knowledge that the announcer knew, to be let in on the secret.
"For the last fight of the night… two hard-hitters that you've been dying to see are going to be fighting tonight, and they are up next," the announcer said over the constant rumble of the crowd. "Viper! And Pitbull!" he said to the excitement of the screaming crowd. "And! To make things more exciting, the Pit is doing a throwback theme and making it a kill-fight! Place your bets, and get your flowers now!"
While the strangers in the crowd went wild, ready to see some life or death action that they haven't in over a year, Izuku's friends went quiet and still, standing out from the rest of the crowd like beacons, wondering if they had somehow misheard the announcement, but at the same time, dreadfully knowing they hadn't.
"For those of you new to the Pit, a kill-fight is exactly what it sounds like! It's a fight to the death–only one fighter leaves the Pit alive! Who will it be tonight? Pitbull?!"
Pitbull swaggered onto the stage, cool as a cucumber, like he wasn't just then finding out via the announcements that he was due to be engaged in a fight to the death. Maybe that was just part of being a pro hero by day, complete asshole by night, or maybe he had been warned, but that was just a silly thought, wasn't it? The only one who knew who would have warned him was Izuku, and who would give their opponent time to prepare for something like that rather than keeping the edge for himself?
"Or will it be Viper leaving here at the end of the night?!"
Viper entered the ring, having eyes only for Pitbull it seemed, but instead of some scathing remark on how he was going to be taking Pitbull down, Viper blew Pitbull a kiss and said, "good luck tonight, handsome."
The crowd went wild, eager to see how Pitbull would react to Viper's signature flirting in the ring.
Pitbull mimed catching the kiss from midair, placed the kiss over his heart, and said, "good luck to me would be bad luck in the end. Either way, I miss seeing you ever again."
The crowd collectively went "aww" at that, and immediately this was not how this fight was supposed to be going.
Despite the flirting and the actual chemistry between them, they had both been wondering what an actual fight would be like, so the fighting was intense and brutal.
At one point, Pitbull ended up behind Viper, breathing heavily, thinking he finally got the upper hand only to remember watching the fight between Viper and Fugue a few weeks prior. He could imagine the wide, feral smile on Viper's face, even then, as Viper faced away from him, and ducked just in time as Viper put his whole body weight behind swinging his elbow around–a move that surely would have put Pitbull on the floor, if it wouldn't have knocked him out completely.
Pitbull used his new, lower position to tackle Viper and got him onto the floor in a headlock. Half the crowd was screaming for death, the other half for mercy that they didn't think would come.
When Viper's body went limp, Pitbull eased off and hovered over him, lightly tapping on his face until he blinked awake, groaning.
"First round goes to me," Pitbull said, grinning down at Viper.
Viper smiled sweetly back up at Pitbull. "Don't know what you're smiling for," Viper said. "You had to fight for every inch, there."
"Maybe that's why I'm smiling," Pitbull quipped, nudging Viper's shoulder with his own as they parted and got resituated for the fight to start again. "You know as well as anyone that I love a good fight. You would have had me there if I wouldn't have already known your tricks from watching you fight Misty. It was a close one!"
Viper snorted. "Close only counts–"
"Shut up." Pitbull glared, daring Viper to continue his current line of thought.
Viper laughed. "Though, flattery will get you everywhere," Viper amended, not willing to let the moment pass without something sweet to wrap it all up in.
"Is that so?" Pitbull asked with a sharp smile.
"Uh, you guys do know that this is a kill-fight, yes?" the referee asked, interrupting the moment.
"This isn't foreplay?" Pitbull asked. Viper shot him a heavy look that quickly turned considering rather than keeping its scolding edge, a blood-caked eyebrow raised in heady curiosity that promised so much more for later.
"We're aware," Viper said to the referee. "We're dragging it out to the third round."
"Whatever you say," the referee said, as if unbelieving that two opponents would work together with their lives hanging in the balance like that. He indicated the start of the second round.
They didn't know that they wouldn't make it to the third round.
During the second round, it was Viper that got the upper hand over Pitbull. He tried the same thing as the previous round, allowing Pitbull to get behind him. When Pitbull dropped, Viper did, too, and so that elbow finally connected.
Pitbull admired Viper's ingenuity and ability to adapt in the ring in real time. He also cursed the same qualities as he felt his vision darken, on the verge of passing out. His quirk came to life on its own, unbidden, sparking in his palms as its very own death sentence in the ring.
"Kacchan?!" Viper exclaimed, dropping down next to him even as the crowd went silent.
The silent surprise didn't last long, soon followed by the chanting for his death, not willing to let him forget what a huge mistake he just made was.
Except that it shouldn't have been possible.
Of course something was going wrong.
That was just the rule of the world, and rules were rules.
Some things just couldn't be helped.
"Didn't you get the injection?" Izuku asked.
"I did," Katsuki said. "Placebo by the feel of it. This must have been how they were going to get you out of it, in the end," Katsuki said, shaking his head to rid his vision of the flashes of light that shouldn't be there and bring his thoughts into focus. "If I use my quirk in the ring, it's my fault I died, not yours. That gets the blame off of you. Looks like they did have faith in you winning from the start, nerd."
Some rules were made to be bent, maybe even broken.
Well, if the stakeholders could break the rules, so could the fighters.
Izuku gave a small smile and leaned closer over Katsuki. "Too bad they didn't factor in the fact that you'd have your quirk, huh? Did they really think that you'd just accept your fate? Sit here and accept your death? Especially now that you have full access to your quirk that you were willing to give up for the fight?" Izuku rambled, his grin growing, the cut on his lip reopening and blood dripping down his chin as he talked, ramping Katsuki up for the fight ahead, not against each other, but against whoever might try to stop them both from leaving alive, together.
Katsuki smiled back up at Izuku, even as the crowd yelled and screamed for Katsuki's death for daring to use his quirk in the ring, even when it was obvious that it was a reaction and not in defense against his opponent. He reached up to wipe the blood off of Izuku's chin, smearing it more than cleaning it away, but Izuku's smile was radiant at the effort, melting easily against Katsuki's dangerous hands.
Izuku and Katsuki looked out at the hazy view of the crowd who started throwing their flowers into the ring, the red spider lilies that were supposed to be thrown after a death was announced, but worked perfectly well when a death was to be declared due to a quirk mishap all the same. Katsuki caught a flower out of the air and placed it delicately behind Izuku's ear, making him flush prettily.
"Perfect," Katsuki said.
"Not until you have one, too," Izuku said, returning the favor and putting one behind Katsuki's ear, too. "Reminds me of middle school," he added wistfully.
"Except I'm on the receiving end this time," Katsuki said. "How's it feel?"
"Just as shitty," Izuku said. "Maybe even more so. It's amazing, what you did for me."
"Yeah, yeah," Katsuki said. "Kacchan's amazing," he lightly mocked, laughing when Izuku punched him lightly on the shoulder in indignation.
Stakeholders Nato, Hamato, and Igamo were at the edge of the entrance, ready to come into the ring and see Katsuki's death through when the barely noticeable fog around the entirety of the arena went from light and unobtrusive to completely opaque instantly, obscuring everyone's vision. The crowd helped add to the confusion by screaming now that their vision had been taken away.
"That's our cue!" Izuku said, standing up and pulling Katsuki up with him.
Katsuki wobbled, unsteady after almost being knocked out, but was quick to recover, mentally thanking his relentless hero training.
Stakeholder Nato entered the visible area of the ring only to turn around and see that he was alone, the other two stakeholders already having been separated from him.
"What's going on, Midoriya?" Nato asked.
"Don't get in our way," Izuku demanded.
Katsuki let off some threatening sparks now that he knew he still had his quirk to work with and Nato stepped out of their path, hands held up in surrender.
"You'd give this all up for him?"
"Him?" Izuku asked, gesturing to Katsuki. "Oh, I'd do a lot more than just this."
Once in the dense fog of the entranceway, it was more difficult to see, but not entirely impossible like it was in the crowds, keeping the crowds immobile and loud in their confusion and distress.
"It's really cool how Haze can control how different areas have different densities," Izuku said as they jogged.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll get him to answer all your nerd questions later," Katsuki promised, knowing without looking that Izuku's fingers were twitching for something to take notes with even as they were in the hellscape that the Pit had become in a matter of seconds.
They quickly found out what had happened to the other two stakeholders as they found Igamo tying up an unconscious Urasugi. Igamo looked up at the two fighters who paused in their forward movement to stare down at him.
"Oh, come on," Igamo said. "I'm on camera duty. You two were obvious, running around together, and I picked a side. Early on, I might add! I voted against the kill-fight in the first place. Then I don't say anything when I see a bunch of plain-clothes heroes showing up for the night of said kill-fight. Then when shit goes down, I jump in and take out Urasugi. I told her that her haircut sucks while doing it. What more do you want from me?"
Izuku laughed, the tension leaving his body as he offered a hand to help Igamo up. "Why was I the only stakeholder in the ring if you had this in you all along?"
"Hey, man. I'm only good for sucker punches," Igamo said, holding his hands up in a defensive position. "I don't stand a chance if my opponent knows to expect anything from me."
"Fair enough," Izuku said.
"You with us or staying behind?" Katsuki asked, ready to get moving.
"Well, you didn't make it very far," another voice said, coming up from behind them.
"We would have, tape face, if we didn't keep having interruptions," Katsuki said through gritted teeth without even having to turn around to identify who was talking.
Izuku, though, whipped around, eyes going wide. "Kacchan," he said, reaching out for Katsuki for support. "Kacchan, that's Cellophane."
"Yeah, he's annoying as shit. Don't go giving him a big head," Katsuki warned.
"Too late!" Cellophane declared. "Who's this cutie?"
"Watch yourself," Katsuki snarled, turning abruptly toward his friend.
"Oh, so Midoriya can flirt relentlessly with anyone in his eyesight, and that's fine, but anyone flirts with him, and that's where you draw the line?" Igamo asked.
"Can we not do this now?" Izuku asked, inching toward the exit.
"Exactly," Katsuki said. "Deku's hot when he flirts, but I know damn well that he doesn't have eyes for anyone except me."
"Now's really not the time," Izuku said, but his face was growing uncomfortably warm at Katsuki's unintended and aggressive compliments.
The group made their way toward the exit, relatively unimpeded until they made their way out into the night air, Katsuki complaining the whole way about leaving the action to the others.
"What action?" Cellophane complained. "Mostly a bunch of civilians who don't know how to use their quirks, and the fighters are used to fighting without their quirks, so that's just a habit for them now and they seem surprised and caught off-guard when we don't hesitate to use ours. It's just tie them up and move on, really. Not much action to speak of."
When they got outside, they saw the overwhelming response of the police for the operation to take down the Pit.
Two officers moved forward. "Midoriya?" one asked.
Midoriya laughed, awkwardly raising a hand in greeting. "Yeah, hi."
"You were a fighter this whole time?"
"Uh… you should see the other guy?" Izuku tried, then pointed at Katsuki who snorted.
Katsuki's snort turned into a guffaw when the officers recognized him as Dynamight and realized that a quirkless fighter was able to do so much damage to a pro hero.
Cellophane put a hand on Izuku's head that Katsuki immediately knocked right back off. "This one's a stakeholder, even. He's the one that gave us the inside scoop, so he's got immunity, you hear?" Cellophane commanded.
Cellophane led them right past the police line with no issues.
"Was this the plan all along?" Igamo asked.
"Nah," Cellophane said. "We were going to leave the Pit alone for the most part until they tried to murder Dynamight, here."
"Fair," Igamo said. "What happens now?"
"Oh," Izuku said, turning toward Igamo. "I have all of the paperwork in order to turn the Pit into a legit, above-ground boxing arena. I've been trying to get Nato on-board since I signed on, but he hasn't gone for it, yet. Now I guess he doesn't get a say, does he?"
Igamo let out a sigh and the tension seemed to leave his body. "No more kill-fights."
"No more middle schoolers," Izuku added.
"But first, help us track down this drug," Katsuki said. "Losing the Pit like this is going to set us back in the investigation–lost our connection and might even put the Yakuza on edge a little."
"Let's do it!" Izuku said. "Oh, hey! Wait! They have immunity, too!" he yelled, bolting off after some police officers who were trying to put Hitoshi and Touya into a police car.