Hey Hey. I am back from Holiday and here to post the next chapter in the story. I almost considered making the title "The Cat Chapter" on the account my cat wanted me to pet her while I wrote. So I did both, but speed is not possible when you are using one hand to type and the other to pet the cat. Anyways, consider this the buildup before the Hero Killer Arc that was in cannon, but the next chapter will be a whooper containing both the internship week and a bit of the early battle. So look forward to that. I also appologize if my writing seems off, I am a bit rusty after not doing anything like it for two weeks. Anywho, enjoy this week's serialization.

Edit: Whoops, I almost forgot to mention that another story set in this one is in the works and will be published later this week along side with an update to Mechanicus.

Five days had passed since the UA Sports Festival, and the now infamous Battle of Hosu. One couldn't go anywhere without hearing someone on a black screen or on the streets talking about either of the events. The latter of the two being a rather controversial topic.

But controversies about villains were not in the forefront of Mr. Aizawa's head when he began class that Monday. Much to the distress of Mineta, who had taken up the liberty of using the blackboard for a wild theory about Ghost being a Human-Alien hybrid. The grape haired boy had drawn complicated geometric diagrams, references to different sea life, and other 'historical' instances of extraterrestrial life to support his idea of Ghost's origins.

Either way, Class 1A's resident pervert and newfound conspiracy theorist had clearly been awake for far too long and had way too many cups of coffee. The girls of the class were at least thankful that Mineta had something else to do other than bothering them. But as Mr. Aizawa was walking in, Mineta was in the midst of convincing his classmates to prepare a trip to the Kuril Islands to prove his theories correct.

Mr. Aizawa was not pleased in the slightest, especially when Mineta suggested Yaoyorozu use her quirk to create a deep ocean submarine and for Kaminari to dispense aluminum hats to "block the psychic presence". In all his years of teaching, Mineta certainly was one of the most crackpot students he ever had.

But he was a man that valued time, and unorthodox trips to the northernmost islands of Japan were not going to least it was easy to get things on track once the internships were mentioned, and Mineta was cocooned in his scarf to his desk. Afterall, today was an important day for their future careers, and they couldn't afford to get sidetracked with internet nonsense.

Tooru stared at the list of intern requests with a disbelieving daze and a surprised expression. One hundred internship offers. Sure, it was a small amount compared to what the powerhouses of the class had gotten, but it was way more than what some of her other classmates had gotten. The invisible girl didn't know whether to be happy or nervous at the idea of catching the attention of a hundred heroes, but then again her life hasn't been peachy lately.

She sighed as she deliberately let fall flat on her desk, and allowed Marris to properly read the list of heroes. The large invisible fish lady leaned over her shoulder to look at the piece of paper with what was only a half-hearted interest. Tooru wasn't sure if Marris could actually read and whether the names on the paper would mean anything to the warped mermaid if she could. But it was her own way of trying to help take Marris' mind off the fight, and Marris in turn was trying to return the gesture of kindness.

Marris hadn't been well ever since the fight, and it certainly showed on the fish lady. Her dark blue skin seemed to lose some of its luster and her black eyes no longer seemed as vibrant as before. Her movements became sluggish at best and rigid as stone at worst. However, it was her mannerisms that gave away her deteriorating state. When Marris came to her room during that awful day's evening, she found a spacious corner and coiled herself into a mound and stayed there for 3 days and nights. She didn't speak nor did she move, and was unresponsive to any attempt by Tooru to communicate. On the fourth day, Tooru managed to get Marris to speak after spending the entire day coaxing the mermaid out of her stupor. What she said made Tooru's heart shatter.

"He hates me now, and it's all my fault that he does.", Marris had said with a voice devoid of any emotion and yet was full of sorrow.

Marris didn't speak again after saying those words, but she became responsive after that. It took a lot of coaxing to get her out of that room, but Tooru was able to get the warped mermaid to follow her. And Tooru's nature as a hero-in-training took over as she tried to rouse Marris out of her sadness, but she wasn't as successful as she had hoped. It was hard. It was hard for Tooru to even try to stay strong for Marris. For Marris bled guilt and sorrow like a running faucet and tried vainly to hide how much pain she was in as if she was trying to not worry her. But the sound of the mermaid sobbing late in the night had proved that everything was far from okay.

The source of their sorrow was one person, or rather the removal of one person. Izuku had vanished completely from Musustafu, and neither Tooru or Marris had been able to find him. The two had checked the various locations he was known to frequent, but they were deserted as they had been before Izuku had first visited them. It was done under the vain hope that maybe things would revolve themselves if they had a chance to speak again now that emotions were clamer. But, Tooru didn't know if she wanted to see him again or even talk to him, but she couldn't deny that she felt like some important part of her had been lost.

"He abandoned you.", her mind grimly said, "But why? What drove him to abandon everything?"

Tooru let out another sigh as she started to head out of the classroom after Mr. Aizawa dismissed it in favor of letting his students deliberate their internship choices. She discreetly grabbed the hand of Marris and led the mermaid out the classroom like a parent guiding a child. She needed to focus on which hero she was going to intern under, and needed to decide it before the end of the day. If Izuku were here, he probably would've figured it out for her in a matter of minutes.

However, in her drone-like movement Tooru, with her attention squarely on Marris, she walked into someone. But it certainly didn't feel like Hagakure walked into someone; instead it felt like she ran straight into a brick wall. As expected, Hagakure fell back on her rear as she let out a surprised cry. The invisible quickly looked up to see another student, but one that was clearly not from class.

He was tall and muscular, but had a face that looked like it belonged to a cartoon. He had blonde hair and doll-like eyes carried a friendly fire beneath them . He also carried a stack of papers in one arm. Strangely enough, Hagakure couldn't help but see him as a younger off-brand version of All Might Sensei. The older looking boy raised his hand behind his head as he looked sheepishly at Hagakure.

"Oh! Sorry about that!", He said in an embarrassed tone, "I didn't see you there. No pun intended."

Hagakure rolled her eyes at the unintentional pun, but it brought a smile to weary and invisible face.

"Don't worry about it.", she said nonchalantly, "I tend to get that a lot."

The boy beamed a smile, and extended his arm up towards Hagakure. The invisible girl took it and without much effort, he helped her back to her feet.

"If you don't mind, can you point me the way towards someone named Hagakure Tooru. She is a first year in the Hero Course. Would you happen to go to class with her or know anything?", the boy asked while looking at his stack of papers.

Hagakure raised an unseen eyebrow, "I am actually Hagakure Tooru, and who are you and why are you looking for me?"

The older boy hopped up in surprise,"Oh I am really on a roll today", he muttered to himself, "I am Mirio Togata and I am a third year hero student. And I was looking for you to extend an offer on behalf of the hero I intern under."

Hagakure tilted her head in confusion as she listened to the older student. What hero would've wanted to propose his internship offer in a runabout way? Why not just use the same channel as the other heroes?

"I am sure this seems a little weird, but Sir tends to do things rather directly when it comes to building his team or recruiting interns. But then again Sir Nighteye isn't exactly a normal hero when it comes to these things.", Mirio said in a tangent.

Sir Nighteye? Sir Nighteye? Where has she heard that name before?

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Tooru's invisible face lit up in realization of the hero's identity. Sir Nighteye was All Might's only sidekick, and he was offering her an internship offer! If what Izuku said about Nighteye was correct, then he wouldn't pick up interns willy-nilly.

"Mirio-san. If I may?", Tooru started.

"Please, just call me senpai.", Mirio corrected.

"Right...I am surprised that I was given such an opportunity by Sir Nighteye, but I didn't even do that well at the Sports Festival.", Her thoughts drifted towards her failed attempt to win the festival."I only made it to the second round of the final event and my victories in the other two rounds were mediocre."

Mirio gave a reassuring smile, "Ah, but you see, that's where you're wrong, Hagakure-san. You exceeded expectations for someone with your type of passive quirk. You manage to secure your positions into each round by our own merit or through wit. But what impressed Sir the most was your combat prowess and your quirk."

"My quirk?", Hagakure said in disbelief, "It's just invisibility, it doesn't do anything more than that."

"Really?", Mirio said in feigned disbelief, "Then you can perhaps tell me about what happened when you fought that blonde kid? The way you seemingly teleported around was amazing."

Hagakure's invisible face contorted into shock as she suddenly went very rigid. Panic threatened to overtake her as the sudden thought of being discovered by a hero. Luckily, Marris gave her hand a tight squeeze, as if to reassure her that there was no danger. The mermaid was silently telling her to play it cool, and not to panic.

"That…", she carefully began, "happened because someone pointed out the potential of my quirk beyond simple stealth, and I sort of, well, discovered something I didn't think I was capable of doing."

She was so dead. She had been so preoccupied with trying to win the festival that she had neglected her cover story for Oarfish. Izuku's nervous fretting had rubbed off on her in an unexpected way and caused her to overthink the situation. But being connected to Ghost was the least of her concerns in terms of drawing unwanted attention. Being the guinea pig of experimental drugs, a secret villain, and being an imposter all came to mind.

"Ah! I know how you feel.", Mirio said in sympathy, "My quirk was incredibly difficult to use and unremarkable as well. Just when I thought I finally discovered everything about it, Sir Nighteye and Mr. Yagi showed me Permeation had more secrets than I imagined.", Mirio chimed, oblivious to Hagakure's fishy demeanor.

Hagakure eased up a bit at the sheer obliviousness that Mirio had towards her quirk, but she was not inclined to believe Sir Nighteye wasn't as dim. But what perked her attention was the mention of the older boy's quirk changing and the hero's ability to master them.

"Is that what interning for Sir Nighteye did for you, Mirio-senpai?" Hagakure asked, trying to deflect away from herself, "He helped you understand your quirk."

"Yup!", he practically shouted, "I would've had to drop out of the Hero Course without Sir's help, and I bet he could help you with your quirk as he did mine."

Hagakure pondered the proposition. Sure, she had the risk of being discovered, but there was no clear defined connection between her and Ghost. So maybe they would see her second quirk as a coincidence. But at the same time, Oarfish was a difficult quirk that required so much time and effort to gain control over it. And that was with Izuku and Marris coaching her. Yet, they were not experts in quirks or had a true understanding of wrestling them.

Everything came naturally to Marris like it was encoded to her DNA to excel in the mysterious powers of humans and was not inclined to discover their full potential. Izuku, despite being the owner of multiple quirks, was still very much a novice. His own training was a combination of self-teaching along with Marris' own guiding hand, and was nothing formal like the average quirk therapists that everyone saw as children.

However, unlike Izuku, she had the full opportunity and resources to explore and train her quirks without fear of the law. And she would be a fool to not take advantage of that fact.

"I will tell you what, Senpai.", Hagakure siad with a fire in her voice, "I will sign up with sir Nighteye for my internship. But only if you tell me what happened to your quirk."

There was no way she was going to this without any leeway, and a gut feeling told her that Mirio's quirk was the key to that.

Mirio suddenly went a little rigid, "I-I guess it couldn't hurt to let you know. We are in the same boat after all…"

The blond upperclassman huffed out a breath of air before speaking, "Well, I don't know what caused it, but I suddenly started having this gold electricity-looking appear out of the blue when I was training at the agency." The older student explained, "And funny enough it occurred when I was doing the standard training routine and...well...I kinda broke my arm."

"You broke your arm?", Hagakure said in surprise, "That must have been quite the surprise! Are you okay?"

"Nothing Recovery Girl couldn't fix.", Mirio said with a familiar shell shocked appearance, "But anyway...I told you about my quirk, does this mean we have a deal?"

Hagakure was well versed in reading the body language of the people she interacted with and she could tell by the simple mannerisms of the older student that he was lying. Or at the very least not telling her the full truth behind his own quirk. But she could tell that the offer from Sir Nighteye was sincere, or at least Mirio was sincere about it.

"A deals, a deals.", Hagakure quotes, "I'll be sure to turn in the paperwork to my homeroom teacher, and you can tell Sir Nighteye he's got a new intern."

The upperclassmen had a look of triumph as he began to ramble about somethings that Hagakure didn't care too much to listen to. Instead she is trying to decipher the strangeness behind the quirk of the older student.

"I got Oarfish because Marris gifted it to me, but who or what caused his quirk to change or did he get a new one? Who could've given him a quirk in the first place? If it was given to him."

However, her thoughts became interrupted by the feeling of Marris suddenly letting go of her hand and floating towards the older student. The warped mermaid then circled around him in the air as if she were trying to examine him closer. A surprised snort escaped the nonexistent lips of the mermaid before an unseen smile formed on her face.

"It really is you again, isn't it.", she said softly, "And you have company this time?"

Marris reached out and touched the shoulder of Mirio, and to her and Hagakure's surprise, Mirio suddenly turned his head to face where Marris was floating in the air. He stared blankly at her for a moment before returning his attention to Hagakure.

"Weird, I thought I felt someone touch me on the shoulder.", said the older boy with a bit of confusion and panic.

"Don't tell me your quirk breaks your arm so you can touch ghosts, senpai. ", joked Hagakure with a nervous sweat.

Mirio laughed at the joke and he seemed to ease up with it. "Nice one, Sir is certainly going to love you. Well, I better not take up more of your time but please have this bit of paperwork to look at. It will give you a bit more of what Sir can offer you better than I can explain it. I hope to see you there, Hagakure-Kohai."

Without any more delay, Mirio gave Hagakure the bundle of papers he was carrying and left after waving goodbye to the freshman. Hagakure skimmed through the papers briefly before looking at the fish woman. She couldn't help but notice Marris stayed in the same place where she touched the older student and how her eyes seemed to linger on him as he walked away.

"Marris, what was that all about?", Hagakure asked.

"Nothing.", Marris said eventually, "He just reminded me of someone."

The warped mermaid seemed to be in higher spirits for the rest of the day.

Iida stared at the paper containing the list of heroes, and it should've been easy for him to decide which one he would do his internship with. His brain would be telling him to choose one that would offer some set of skills or anything to aid his progress as a hero. But a fire burned in heart, and it was calling for vengeance against the man, no, monster that destroyed his world.

Tensen, his brother, his role model, his hero had been confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Ingenium had died that day in Hosu even though the man who wielded it didn't perish. Yet, if it weren't for the supposed actions of the Ghost of Musustafu then Tensen would've died on the streets of the city that day.

Ghost didn't stop there, however. It seems that the vigilante had the same opinion as Iida regarding the Hero Killer and tried his hardest to destroy the deranged villain once and for all. But he was unsuccessful and Stain was able to escape but not without taking damage. Rumors are circulating that some villains in Hosu are sheltering the Hero Killer while he recovers. All the while the Ghost of Musustafu stalks Hosu like a persistent predator does to its quarry.

Iida looked at the paper one more time before scribbling out the needed information for his internship. By the name of the great Iida Clan, he swears that Igenium will be the Hero to take down Stain. And if any luck, then a pale white shark might smell blood in the water and bring his full might into the fray.

Todoroki glared daggers at the list containing up to 2000 heroes looking to have him on an internship. However, he wasn't focused on which bigwig Hero was looking to have the son of Endeavor to bolster their image. Instead Todoroki was looking for someone who had an interest in hunting. Todoroki had actually done some research on the specific hero he was looking for, and now he had just had to hope that they had actually decided to take internships. His heterochromic eyes scanned furiously down the packet of papers until he saw the name he had been looking for.

Mirko, the Rabbit Hero.

Mina Ashido had found herself at her desk obsessing over her friends, rather than focusing on which hero she was going to intern with during the next week.

Her long time friend and horn buddy, Kirishima, was not faring well. Ever since the Sports Festival, Kirishima had become withdrawn. He wouldn't answer any of her text messages beyond single word replies, and his proactive and friendly demeanor had been extinguished. His face carried a weak frown while his spiky red hair had deteriorated to a head of sagging black hair. He wouldn't talk to any of classmates unless he had to and would leave to an unknown location whenever lunch or any kind of break occurred. Worst of all was his complete loss of focus. He always seemed to be in a disoriented state with his mind clearly somewhere else, and it made him oblivious to the world around him.

Mina felt her heart shatter when her attempts to try to talk to Kirishima were met with oblivious stares or half-hearted assurances that everything was fine. She wasn't the only one to notice Kirishima's change of attitude. Most of their teachers had Kirishima stay after class to have a talk, but much like Mina they had little success in breaking through to him. But Kirishima wasn't the only friend of hers experiencing turbulent times.

Tooru had also not been the same since the Sports Festival. It was almost like a switch had been turned off and the happy and bubbly girl had been replaced with one that was trying her hardest to function. It was as if the happiness in the invisible girl had just vanished. Any attempt by Mina to try to talk to the invisible girl was met with Tooru deflecting or changing the subject.

After some thinking, Mina came to the conclusion that Tooru and her boyfriend had gotten into a fight or maybe they broke up. Her suspicions were only partially confirmed when she spotted Tooru coming to school without the blue haired boy anywhere in sight. Mina had a word or two for him if she was lucky enough to run into him. But then again, maybe there wasn't a fight at all and perhaps something else happened instead. Maybe he was at Hosu when…

Mina could only imagine what Tooru would be feeling if her boyfriend was one of those unlucky enough to get between the Ghost and the Hero Killer. Her bestie was practically glued to the hip of the blueberry, and it probably tore her friend apart to find out he got hurt or worse if they hadn't found him at all. A chill crept up her spine at the thought of her future boyfriend parting ways with her like any normal day, and he never came home again.

Either way, Mina felt so useless as she sat at her desk as Mr. Aizawa talked about the internships. The Moth girl stole a glance at her two friends, both stewing silently in their misery. A frown invaded Mina's face as she tried to piece together a way to make her friends happy.

Tokoyami was having a hard time trying to decide which Hero he wanted to intern with, and it was not because he was overwhelmed with the amount of offers, No, it had to do with the fact that something in the classroom was unnerving him and his quirk. He felt like he was in the presence of a large toothy predator, but so far he had the luck of not being noticed by it.

The small voice of a hero told Tokoyami to investigate the presence, but instinct told him to remain unnoticed by the thing. In fact, this same predatory presence felt like that suffocating cloud that coated the Ghost of Musustafu. Was it a part of Ghost's quirk or perhaps there really was something more to Ghost than what he appeared to be. He didn't know nor was he sure he wanted to know. Mineta didn't help ease him with his tirade about the dangers the world would face if Ghost was the emissary of something greater.

The avian headed teen stole a glance at Tsuyu and saw that the frog girl also seemed to be on edge as well. It was likely that the animal instincts ingrained in her quirk allowed her to sense the overwhelming presence as well. But she too seemed unwilling or afraid to find the source of the presence hiding amid their ranks. However, he did see her look back several times as if the source of her distress was right behind her. Tokoyami suppressed a shudder and tried to resume that task at hand as best as he could, but he had a feeling that he would need to finish it later.

He just hoped that if the predatory mist that hangs around Ghost was with them, then it would be a friend. The images from Hosu were enough to send a chill up his spine, and the memory of the USJ had a darker connotation if he and Tsuyu hadn't made that crucial choice. The vigilante was someone Tokoyami hoped would become a friend, because the origin of Ghost's power seemed to make everyone small and insignificant.

Hagakure looked at the blank whiteboard given to her by Midnight-sensei with a fleeting conflict in herself. If you had asked her what she would've chosen as her hero name, then you would get something related to her quirk. Invisible Girl was one that would come first in her mind. But, now it was hard for her to even stick to that name after everything that has happened to her.

She glanced down at the sleeve of her school uniform where Oarfish was hiding in plain sight. Meeting Izuku and Marris had changed her outlook on many things, and one of those was how she viewed her quirk. Before she met them, she viewed her quirk as a curse. An ability that took away the little things that most people take for granted. That was until Izuku...

A dull ache in her heart throbbed as she thought about the boy she called her best friend. Her thoughts mindlessly drifted to what made him into the vigilante that ran away from everything. He told her a bit about it, but she had a feeling that there was more to it than that. It was a puzzle she intended to solve, and maybe things will get better if she solves it. But even if it doesn't work out in the end, she will never forget him or what he did for her. For at least a while, Izuku was her dearest friend, and maybe he could've been more than that if given enough time.

The invisible girl sighed as she returned to looking at the white board in front of her. Without any more delay, Hagakure wrote out the name that will follow her for the rest of her life. She stared at it for what seemed to be hours and was surprised to see her vision get obscured by tears.

"Are you done with your name, Hagakure-san?" Midnight called out.

"Yes, Sensei.", Hagakure replied while she blinked her wet eyes as she strode to the front of the classroom.

"This name is special to me because I always thought a person was defined by their quirk.", Hagakure proclaimed, "But I also know that the people you meet along the way are just as important as your quirk. This name is a gesture of gratitude for helping me along to where I am today."

Without any more words Hagakure shows her classmates the small whiteboard. Most were confused by it, but some were able to see the meaning behind it. Marris, however, had a happy smile on her unseen face as she saw the hero name of her second child.

"Salacia, the Hiding Hero.", Hagakure said with confidence and pride.

Hosu

Shadows of the alleyways parted as an invisible presence stalked them like a predator. At least that's what Giran thought as he ran like a madman from the entity chasing him. It was just a normal day in the city, as normal as one could get these days.

Ever since the fight between the Hero Killer and the Ghost of Musustafu, the city has been turned upside down. Swarms of heroes and police now patrolled the city, and they weren't lazy either. People way more innocent looking than himself had been pulled aside by either group for 'questioning'. Paranoia was holding the city hostage as they searched for the two responsible for it all.

But forget the police or the heroes because some fucking monster was going after him like he had raw meat in his pocket. The info broker cursed as he ducked into another alley and hid behind a dumpster. His breathing was frantic but he did his best to make it as silently as possible. His mind raced about what to do about escaping the creature that wanted his blood.

As he thought of a way out of this mess, he had failed to notice a small puddle of water forming beneath him. All Giran could do was scream like a manly man as he was unexpectedly pulled into the ground into a tube of water.

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A deep gasp escaped the lips of the villain as he broke the surface of the liquid and onto the filthy street. Giran began a coughing fit as the water had not agreed with his smoker's lung. The villain counted himself lucky that he didn't drown.

"Ah, finally.", said a wispy voice, "The broker for the league. You are a lot harder to catch that I anticipated."

Giran's head snapped to face the source of the voice, and saw it belonged to the infamous white robed vigilante. Ghost was sitting on a pile of rubble whilst fiddling around with some kind of trinket. He wasn't looking at Giran and was focused on the trinket in his hands, but Giran had the sneaking suspicion that Ghost was watching him like a hawk.

"I won't waste anymore time with pleasantries because there is someone I need to find.". Ghost said harshly, "You are going to tell me what I want to know, and then I will leave your filthy hide to the police once we are done. Now you can either choose to do this the hard way or the easy way. The choice is yours and I hope you choose wisely."

Tough guy act, huh? For someone with a reputation as his, he wasn't very smart. Hell, this vigilante just thinks he could waltz up to him and expect the whole song and dance. Giran has dealt with people like that before, and if that bastard thinks his quirks give him some sort of special treatment. Then he's got another thing comming.

Giran maintained his cool as he replied, "That's not how things go with me. Memory can be fickle, especially mine, and I'll need some incentive to remember certain things. But that only applies if I actually like YOU! And you just walked up to me and made demands like I am some sort of manservant! So what makes you think I'll tell you anything."

Ghost merely turned his hooded face towards Giran and titled it.

"But let's say I do like a punk like you, and I agree to all your bullshit demands. I am a professional, First and Foremost!", Giran emphasized, "And I don't betray clients, and no amount of torture or money could change my mind. So why don't you sod off! You arrogant prick and let me fucking go!"

It was a bait to draw the vigilante close enough for Giran to use his quirk. Afterall, Ghost wasn't the first elitist fuck to try to force information out of Giran. And he won't be the last one to get his head bashed in with a lead pipe after he is standing in confusion after losing the last 5 minutes of his memories. All he needed was for the vigilante to teach him to "mind his manners".

"Do you know what thalassophobia is, Mr. Giran?", Ghost said without moving.

"What the fuck are you talking about you freak?", Giran said, confused at the abrupt subject.

Ghost paid no mind to his response and answered the question for him, "It's the irrational fear of the Ocean. And it's a phobia that I am inclined to believe earns its negative repetition."

Great! The vigilante was also a freakazoid on top of being an arrogant prick.

"Was this your plan? To torture me with your psychology major bullshit!", Giran barked angrily, "Is that seriously the best you can do to get your information?"

Ghost sighed in exasperation before suddenly snapping his fingers. A tendril of water shot towards Giran's head and encased inside the bubble of water. Muffled screaming could be heard coming from the water as the info broker clawed at the bubble. After letting the man suffer a few more seconds, Ghost snapped in his fingers again. Another tendril of water formed up and coiled around the villain's leg and with a great heave, it pulled him out of the bubble.

The broker continued to scream even as he was free of the confines of the bubble. His face was contorted into a look of terror while also being soaked with salty scent of seawater seeped into the dank alleyway. Giran quickly snapped his head back at the still motionless vigilante, but he now looked at Ghost like he was a dangerous animal.

"Did you like meeting Nuzzles?", Ghost said in feigned kindness, "She really likes it when you give her tummy a rub."

"THAT WAS A FUCKING GREAT WHITE SHARK!", Giran shouted back.

"Rude. She's really a gentle creature once you get to know her.", mocked Ghost, "But we can forget all about that bad attitude of yours, if you tell me the information I want to know."

"Go fuck yourself!", Giran shouted.

Ghost merely shrugged, "Have it your way then. But don't worry Nuzzles isn't the only ocean friend I have! How about you meet Mr. Hugs?"

Instantly, the water coiled around Giran's leg began to swallow him up and continued until the man only had his head exposed. Giran's eyes grew large as he tried to struggle against something inside the bubble. He grew more panicked after he let out a surprised shout.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS GRABBING ME!", Giran cried out.

"Oh, that'll be Mr. Hugs. Don't worry, he is actually nice for a giant squid.", Ghost replied.

Giran's screams of terror echoed in the alleyway as he got familiar with Mr. Hugs. It was a vile and villainous thing to do, but Ghost was on a mission to take down the Hero Killer. Ghost won't ever return to being Deku, and he intends to prove he isn't useless by any means necessary. Yet, in the midst of his 'information gathering' Ghost had failed to notice that his chest was as silent as the bottom of the sea.

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