A/N: Hey everybody, I'm back after a nearly month long hiatus due to being hospitalized for three weeks followed by rolling blackouts and a forest fire that got started near my house, forcing us to evacuate. Luckily, the county wide fire service banded together to put it out, preventing most of the fire from reaching people's homes. Now, I wanted to finish Season 1 with a final chapter wrapping everything up nicely, but it just kept growing, plus the guilt of not posting anything for so long made me decide to split it in half. I'll try to get the rest finished up by next week, and we get back on track.
On that note, I had a friend who has been reading along ask if Sato and/ or Shoji would be returning. I had planned for them too, but I thought I'd leave it up to you guys. It wouldn't feel strange if their parents pulled them from the school after nearly dying in a villain attack, so that would be the reasoning behind it. Just let me know in a review or PM, and I'll work it into the story.
Fuyumi paced nervously outside of Recovery Girl's office, awaiting the results on her youngest brother's injuries. She'd wanted to be at his bedside, but Shoto hadn't been the only student inured, nor the worst from what she could tell.
She rushed over straight from work, flagging down a taxi and shouting at the poor driver to 'step on it or she'd have his license revoked'. The school had someone waiting at the gate, handing her a temporary day pass as she sprinted down the halls. She'd been met outside the Nurse's Office by a number of other families, all in various states of worry and distress.
From what they'd been told, Class 1-A had been attacked during a training exercise by villains. Some of the perpetrators had been apprehended, but not all. The Principal was keeping a brave face, but Fuyumi could tell he was just as worried as some of the parents. She was familiar with protocol, and unfortunately had ended up being one of the voices of reason, calming some people down, fully aware that she wanted to do what they were, demanding answers. Instead, she just let her tears roll off her cheek, silencing her inner voice that brought negativity.
Hours had passed since that point, and most of the families had already left, their children in tow, no injuries to show for their worries and trials.
It couldn't be the worst, she still remembered two families brought to near hysterics as the old nurse, Recovery Girl had spoken softly to them first, a pair of police officers escorting them to a nearby hospital. She hadn't picked up most of the conversation, but she heard a few words as an older woman with hair pulled into a tight bun had held her presumably husband, fretting about blood loss.
Finally, she heard her name softly called as she slowly walked inside the quiet office. She wanted to run, to hurry to Shoto's side, but equally she was worried about what she'd see, how bad was it, apparently not bad enough to need to go to the hospital, but still...
Recovery Girl pulled aside a curtain, the small bed containing Shoto as he stared into space, seemingly ignoring his older sister as she entered the space.
"He should be fine for the most part..." Recovery Girl started, digging out a few pieces of candy, Werther's by the look as she suckled on one, offering another to both Fuyumi and Shoto, although neither accepted. "I've managed to treat most of his minor injuries, although he'll have to come back tomorrow for me to fix that broken arm. Thankfully, your brother seems to have enough sense about first aid to ice the injury immediately, preventing swelling and immobilizing it to prevent further damage. I've put it in a brace for now, and a sling to help keep it from shifting, but don't mistake that for it being a minor injury young man! All the same, make sure he gets a larger than normal dinner and breakfast in the morning, and plenty of rest or else I won't be able to use my Quirk to help heal his arm. I remember your father had a stubborn streak when he was here, so I hope he hasn't inherited it." Recovery Girl said simply, tapping her cane on the floor as she turned to leave.
"I'll give you some privacy so he can change out of his hero costume and back into his school uniform, although if he doesn't look the pinnacle of tidiness, I doubt anyone will complain, and if they do..." She rapped her cane sharply on the floor, finishing her threat.
"Thank you, Recovery Girl! I promise I'll make sure he gets plenty of rest." Fuyumi answered shortly, bowing quickly as she tentatively wrapped her brother in a hug, careful not to squeeze his arm.
"Come on, I'll make an extra-large cold soba for you, and then it's off to bed for you mister!" Fuyumi ordered sharply, unfolding his shirt as she looked at him, still staring into space. "Come on Shoto, Natsuo is worried at home, and you know he'll burn the house down if he tries to kick dinner." She tried to get a smile from her brooding brother, but he didn't even look at her. She wondered if he even heard her honestly.
"I need to speak to... Him when we get home." Shoto finally mumbled, pulling at his costume.
"If he doesn't get home late, but we both know that's unlikely, so you'll have to talk shop with him in the morning, provided he sticks around long enough to see if you're still breathing." Fuyumi groused, her rare irritation at their father showing through from her stress.
"No, it's important Sis, please." Shoto said as Fuyumi paused, looking at her youngest brother.
She waited a few seconds to gather her thoughts before, "Like I said, and Recovery Girl as well, your health is more important than his approval or whatever." She said with a tone that brokered no argument.
And yet argue Shoto did as he turned to face her for the first time since his injury, as she spotted his left eye glistening in the light, a clear trail of tears dripping down his face. "I killed her Sis, I killed her." He whispered, and the dam broke, tears pouring from both eyes as his sister hit him, her arms holding him tightly as he cried, weeping at the greatest wound he'd suffered, and one that couldn't be healed with any Quirk or medicine, his humanity.
Meanwhile, in another bed, Recovery Girl was meeting with a mother and father looking at their sleeping son. Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugo had been worried when the school had called, immediately rushing there. Mitsuki had been one of the loudest people, angrily yelling at the police officers and tiny Principal for answers, before sobbing into her husband's shoulder when her temper waned. Perhaps it had paid off, since they were one of the first called into the office, with a no-nonsense glare courtesy of Recovery Girl, the school nurse to keep quiet so the hurt students could rest.
She'd left them there at his bedside, a request to call her if he woke up. That had been two hours ago, with only Katsuki's chest rising and falling the sign of his survival. His arm was in a brace, immobilizing it, a large bandage was wrapped around his head, under his jaw and over the top of his head, holding his jaw shut.
The sound of shuffling steps alerted them both as the curtain was gently brushed aside. They didn't expect the familiar mop of messy green hair as Izuku entered the small area around Katsuki's bed.
"Ahh, Kacchan's mom... Kacchan's-" He started, bowing quickly as Mitsuki sighed, looking at her best friend's son with an exasperated glare as he looked away nervously, scratching at his cheek, "A-Auntie Mitsuki... Uncle Masaru." He reintroduced with a short bow as Mitsuki went back to watching her son's chest silently.
"I just wanted to come by, a-and say sorry!" He spouted, another short bow in apology.
"Hmm, you don't have to apologize Izuku... you didn't do this." Masaru replied, placing a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder as a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
"Oh, uhmm, I did though, I hurt him with my Quirk." Izuku admitted, not meeting either of their eyes. He could feel Mitsuki's gaze though, boring into his side with maternal rage.
"Excuse me Izuku, could you repeat that? I thought I heard you say that my son is hurt because of your Quirk." Mitsuki's voice was cold as she made to grab the young boy and demand answers from him when Masaru's hand held her close to him, calming her for a moment.
"During the fight, some villains attacked us at the USJ... we had to fight them off, but... one of our teachers got really hurt, and when I heard him screaming in pain, and the wound... I thought he was dead, I thought the villains had killed him right in front of us and I just lost it, I attacked them... but they tricked me. One of them used their Quirk to redirect my attack, and it hit Kacchan, I'm so sorry!" He cried, tears dripping from his freckled cheeks as Mitsuki's anger sedated, it was clear it was an accident, and she told him that.
"It's fine, Izuku... I... sorry, I should've known better, you've always been so sweet and kind, unlike..." Her eyes trailed to her comatose son, "You wouldn't have attacked him, not like this. Although Inko didn't mention you had that much power with your Quirk yet." Mitsuki commented, placing a hand on his shoulder, the other side of her maternal instincts coming out.
"Oh, sorry, I should've been clearer. I only hit him in the cheek, his arms happened when one of the villains attacked him, not that that stopped Kacchan." Izuku cheered slightly, both Bakugo parents smiling as well.
"Yes, Katsuki was never one to let anything stop him, even common sense or pain. Still, if it brings you any comfort, the nurse lady... Ms. Recovery Girl said-" Masaru's explanation was cut short as the aforementioned nurse pushed through the curtains surrounding the bed, giving a soft glare towards Izuku.
"Midoriya, what are you doing up out of your bed?" She asked shortly, the green-haired hero-in-training spluttering as he held up his hands in a surrendering motion.
"You said I was all healed and was good to go." He answered shortly, backpedaling away from the terrifying Youthful Hero.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean wander around my infirmary, your mother is worried about you, go home and rest!" Recovery Girl ordered, poking Izuku's stomach with the needle as he stepped back, holding his abdomen in pain.
"Izuku! Where'd you go?!" Inko's voice cold be heard several beds away as Izuku blushed, and both Mitsuki and Masaru smiled at her mothering as she barreled into the small, curtained area, squeezing her son near to death, a waterfall of tears pouring from her face. "Izuku, please don't wander off, you worried me, especially after that attack!" Inko cried, holding Izuku tightly, as if he would vanish if she wasn't holding on to him.
"Sorry Mom, I just wanted to check on Kacchan... but I have something I have to do Mom, something really important." Izuku said, wiggling out of his mother's grasp as she tearfully looked at him.
"More important than my orders for you to rest?" Recovery Girl's voice cut through the moment, staring at Izuku.
"Yes ma'am, I need to talk to All Might and the police about the attack... it's really important Recovery Girl, so I was wondering if... if my mom could wait here for a bit?" Izuku trailed off, not able to meet Recovery Girl's eyes. She sighed, but it wasn't her that answered.
"I was wondering why Izuku was by himself, Inko? I doubted you didn't come given everything. If Izuku has to talk to the police, we'd appreciate the company too, Katsuki practically grew up between our two places, Auntie Inko." Mitsuki teased, the green-haired mother blushing at the familiar name.
"Well, if you're sure, I know I tend to be a worrywart about Izuku, and I'd hate to add more stress to you about Katsuki." Inko said, Mitsuki hugging her friend tightly as Masaru smiled, giving a silent thumbs-up. Recovery Girl sighed again.
"Well, it seems my opinion doesn't matter... go on git Mr. Midoriya." She ordered, poking him again as she pushed him out the curtains. Just as he vanished, he poked his head back in.
"Is... is Kacchan going to be okay? You can help him with your Quirk, right?" Izuku worried about his 'friend'.
"That's what I would like to discuss with his parents... but if it will bring you some small sense of comfort, what you did to him was relatively minor in comparison to the injuries left by that monster. Only a small fracture along his jawbone; the only permanent damage he'll sustain should be tooth you knocked out, but boys tend to find such things 'manly'.
"Thanks Recovery Girl!" Izuku said, much cheerier than minutes prior as he vanished, hunting down All Might.
"Now then, the more complicated version of that... Katsuki sustained heavy damage to both arms, not to mention some minor stress wounds to his shoulders that are consist with the larger attacks he can use, most likely forced during the attack to defend both himself and other students. I was able to treat those easily enough. The more significant problem is until he wakes up, I can't truly diagnose whether he sustained a concussion from Izuku's attack. Until we know whether or not he has, I can't risk using my Quirk on him any further." Recovery Girl said with a serious voice, all three parents listening silently.
"Now then, if he awakens without a concussion, I'll be able to treat him further with my Quirk, but if he shows signs of a concussion, then we'll have to wait that out. My Quirk can treat plenty of physical wounds, but I avoid potential brain damage, my Quirk can be messy about such things." She finished, Masaru nodding as Mitsuki glanced at the cloth around Katsuki's head.
"Can I ask why you've bound his head?" She asked quietly, still worried about the potential answer.
"Ah right, he also sustained a dislocation in his jaw from Izuku's attack, nothing serious, the damn things shift without being punched, I've had several patients that dislocated their jaws by yawning, sneezing, and one who even dislocated it because they got a bit too enthusiastic with their girlfriend after class... regardless, I braced it manually so it should heal fine. However, I should warn you if you take Katsuki home, I've refrained from wiring his jaw shut which would further immobilize it and help it help properly. Assuming he doesn't have a concussion, it's vitally important that he not upset his jaw, as it can restrict his breathing, and I'll be forced to prioritize healing it over his arms." Recovery Girl warned sharply as the two Bakugo parents looked worried at each other.
"But if it can shift just from yawning or sneezing, then how can they keep it from moving around in the meantime?" Inko asked the all-important question.
"Yeah, would it be better to wire his jaw shut if it'll heal faster?" Mitsuki asked as well.
"Assuming he has a concussion, I would opt for the traditional way of fixing a fracture of the jawbone, which is wiring the jaw shut so it can heal. Similar to a cast for the limbs, it will immobilize the area. However, it can be a bit more difficult, so I wanted to speak with you before proceeding with the procedure. As concussion can last around a week, he'd have to deal with his jaw being wired shut for a week at least during which he'd need to be aware of the do's and don'ts. Basically, he would need to refrain from yawning, sneezing, and he would more than likely incapable of yelling. He'd been stuck to a liquid food only diet for the duration." Recovery Girl explained as the two parents glanced at each other.
"I'll have some chairs brought over, if you need to, you can stay overnight here in the infirmary." She offered.
"Thank you, Recovery Girl. Better safe than sorry, if the procedure is the best way for him to heal, you have our permission to go ahead. Well stay with him when he wakes up to let him know. And if he doesn't have a concussion, it'll be easy enough to fix." Masaru answered, Mitsuki smiling softly as she petted her son's spiky hair.
"Knowing Katsuki, he'd probably want you to fix his arms before his face anyways." The ashen blonde whispered, feeling Inko hug her side as Masaru went to the other side of the bed, placing his hand over Katsuki's. "Why couldn't we have had girls instead of boys Inko, think they'd stop worrying us about getting attacked and hurt?" Mitsuki mumbled as Inko smiled into her side.
"If they were girls, Katsuki would pick a fight with everyone to prove herself like you, and Izuku would keep getting heartbroken like me." Inko said.
"You're right, but maybe Katsuki would worry more about his face." Mitsuki giggled as the two mothers looked at the still boy, both too afraid to say what they were really thinking.
Izuku walked down the empty hallways, a feeling of ominousness coming over him as he approached All Might's office. He didn't know if the #1 hero would be there given all the police to talk to, but it was his best chance. He didn't know if they'd sent all the students home early, or he'd passed out at some point and hours had gone by. They'd left for the USJ between 9 and 10 o'clock, and the attack hadn't taken more than an hour so it should still be midafternoon, maybe around 3 or 4 o'clock.
He'd spotted multiple students talking to police officers in the meantime before parents had taken their kids home. He felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, brought on by his visions of impending doom. But he'd never seen this, could it have all went differently if he'd done something?
He was brought out of his brooding thoughts as the large wooden door appeared before him, closed but the light was on inside. He gathered his thoughts, knocking on the door; three short bumps.
"Just a moment." He heard from inside, the wearied voice of his teacher.
'Right, All Might is in his real body right now. He's probably resting as well. He'll need to puff up if someone just showed up so as not to reveal his true form.' Izuku thought, thankfully not aloud as he tended to most of the time.
"Don't worry All Might, it's me." He mumbled, hopefully All Might could hear him. It was silent for a few seconds before the door cracked just enough for Izuku to squeeze inside, his mentor alone in the office. A small cup of tea was on a table, no longer steaming, possibly forgotten. All Might walked past him, falling into a seat on one of the two sofas. He seemed lost in thought as well.
"Young Midoriya, how are you? Did Recovery Girl already see you; she can get a bit... intense if her patients go wandering off." He put on a smile, but Izuku could see it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Oh, yes, I think she's mostly done with us... I assume she started with Mr. Aizawa and Thirteen since their injuries were much worse than ours." He stated, a sad tone overtaking him as he sat across from his hero and idol.
"Hmm, I glad you're alright... I'm glad all of you students were alright. If one of you had... when I was... I'm just glad you're okay." All Might whispered, yet even in his true form, his voice carried in the silent office space. Izuku stared at All Might, trying to think of the right way to say what he knew he'd have to say.
"Was there something you wanted to say, Young Midoriya, I'm supposed to meet with my friend-" All Might started, only for his student to cut him off, a small trail of tears to leak from his eyes.
"Detective Tsukauchi, your best friend on the force, and one of the few people that know about your injury and true body." Izuku said, as if reading a book, not able to see All Might's reaction, but he must have been confused.
"I was wondering how the villains knew about my close relationship with Tsukauchi, but if a dedicated fanboy like you can figure it out, I suppose it's not as difficult as I thought." All Might said, moving to the seat next to his protege, placing a calming hand on Midoriya's shoulder.
"No, All Might, that's not what you should think... I knew... I knew the attack was going to happen! It's my fault!" Izuku cried as he kept his head bowed low, refusing to meet All Might's gaze.
All Might looked at his student with first confusion, and then worry as Izuku seemed to break down in front of him, crying more than he normally did. 'Young Midoriya, what does he mean he knew about the attack? Did the villains warn him ahead of time, did one of the other students? I ignored that villain, Tomura when he taunted me about a spy, a mole in my midst, but...' All Might looked at his student, practically feeling the guilt rolling off of him, it was a feeling the #1 hero was more than familiar with, both personally and professionally. "It couldn't possibly be Young Midoriya, I don't care how it looks, he wouldn't do this! Do you really think that or are you just convincing yourself that you didn't get fooled again. Midoriya knew all about your Quirk's time limit, the things that Tomura taunted you about could only have come from someone close to you, close enough to stab you in the back. No, that doesn't make sense, even if some of it fits, Midoriya couldn't know about Sir Nighteye's prophecy, about my destiny supposedly. Something else is going on here, I just know it!' All Might warred in his mind, unsure how to comfort his young charge other than to hug him closely and let him cry himself out.
But some things aren't meant to be as Toshinori's phone buzzed on the table next to his forgotten tea. Glancing at it, it was a notification from Principal Nezu about a meeting with the other teachers in thirty minutes. He had to go, he was one of the first on the scene after Aizawa and Thirteen, and Toshinori was unsure if they would be able to talk yet, or if Recovery Girl would even let them out of their beds.
But maybe, Principal Nezu or Tsukauchi would have an idea about Young Midoriya... "Young Midoriya, I have to go to a meeting with the other teachers. I want to stay and talk with you about what you've just said, but can you please wait here for a short time, I promise I'll return and then we can talk uninterrupted. Please, don't cry anymore... whatever happened, I can assure you it isn't your fault!" All Might stated, rising from the couch as Izuku tearfully rubbed his eyes, still not meeting his teacher's look.
"It'll be okay, Young Midoriya, why? Because I am here... for you." All Might whispered, giving his best hero smile as he exited the small office, leaving Izuku alone with his thoughts, which he started to organize. All Might believed in him; he couldn't let him down now. He would figure out the source of his visions and be the best hero student he could. He failed today, but that just meant he couldn't afford to lose tomorrow!
A black portal opened inside of a seedy bar, eight villains landing in a heap on the floor. Above them, Kurogiri hovered, floating to the nearby bar as he stood behind it, starting to clean one of the glasses.
"Well, that was very unpleasant." Tomura muttered, pulling himself out of the pile, cradling his mangling excuse of a left arm, the skin starting to turn an ugly color. "Himiko, can you please check everyone over and tend to them?" He asked as the blonde girl appeared from nowhere, apparently having enough thought to dodge out of the way of the dogpile of villainy in the center of Kuro's bar.
"You do realize that I'm not a trained doctor, right? I've barely gotten any first aid training; much less whatever these guys would need to get them good to go again." Himiko complained, sweeping her arm over the villains as they slowly began to separate, a few falling into nearby booths, Nomu standing obediently in the middle like a watchdog, and Tesla sitting on a stool at the bar, laying his head down on the wood.
"I suppose you're right, but unfortunately, you're still the best trained for this. Please, just do what you can, and tell the others to sleep it off." Tomura ordered, walking away.
"And what about you, I don't know much about medical procedure, but I know you should do something about that arm." Himiko fussed worriedly, tentatively poking his arm as he grit his teeth, wincing at the lance of pain shooting through his arm.
"Which is why I'm off to fake a traffic accident. Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll take me to a hospital and a doctor or nurse with a healing Quirk can help me heal quicker... I do still have a public persona to keep up, and it would look suspicious if I showed up with the exact injuries, I got from attacking the USJ." Tomura said cheerily, despite the somber subject. He turned and walked out, Himiko looking after him. She could tell how out of it he was, based solely on the fac he didn't comment that Zee was still unconscious on the floor. He never stopped doting on her.
"Okay guys, I'll look you over and try to help you best I can. Let's get this done quickly though, I have a stream later around three o'clock, and I've got to make sure all my paperwork is done for school next week, thank God for delinquent girls." Himiko muttered, moving towards the nearest body aside from Zee on the floor.
"Ah Mineta, guess I'll deal with you first. I hope you didn't forget our deal you perv." Himiko said, the smaller boy holding his face in pain.
"No, but don't blame me! Kuro's the one who screwed up, that invisible girl never got to my area, there's no way I could've gotten a sample of her blood for you to use!" He shouted, earning more than a few groans from the other occupants.
"All I'm hearing are excuses. I don't see why I should have to keep my end of the bargain when you couldn't deliver." Himiko smirked, looking at the pleading look in his eye, the other blearily unfocused. "Luckily for you, I am a merciful goddess. What was it you asked of me, 'huge oppai'? Ask and ye shall receive." Himiko felt her body shift as Mineta watched enraptured as her chest ballooned outwards, along with everything else.
The purple perv didn't stand a chance as Himiko scooped him up, smooshing him into the saggy chest of a positively corpulent old man. He looked like the quintessential ugly fat bastard in a hentai and Mineta was his poor victim, motorboating him between the sweaty, greasy chest of Himiko's disguise.
It only lasted for several seconds, but by the time Mineta got free, he was gasping for clean air as Himiko shrunk back down to normal, giggling at the plight of her temporary patient. "Now, do you want to tell me what happened to your face?"
Mineta glared at her before darkly revealing how he got injured.
(Flashback) (Hey, this section gets a little dark. You've been warned.)
"You cheating whore! He doesn't look anything like us!"
(Ah, Dad's upset at Mom again.)
...
"Hey, who's the little creep? Some perv trying to get a free show or something."
"Don't worry about him. Mineta honey, go back to bed... Mommy's got a client right now, I'll come check on you in twenty minutes or so."
"Oh, it's going to take more than twenty minutes to make me bust for you 'Mommy'. God, I love MILFs!"
(Oh, Mom's with one of her clients. He's not one of the regulars though. I'll go see if Kaoru is busy.)
...
"Fuck... Rini's so hot. Her tits look like they're going to burst out every time she stretches, and her perfect ass swallows her panties, her skirt doesn't hide anything when she bends over. The way she keeps pressing her chest into Mr. Park's shoulder, she's totally a slut for him."
(Shut up me, that's your fucking sister. Just shut up! Dad's right, you are a disgusting little freak.)
...
"You like that you little bitch? I bet you didn't even try to stop that villain from stealing your bag, did you? OH shit! You may not be useful, but you're good for something at least."
"You girls are too weak to save yourselves, then the least you can do is repay me with your bodies!"
"It's a man's job to be the hero, saving the damsel in distress, working all day to provide for his family, and the woman's job to be a perfect housewife, cooking, cleaning, whatever her husband requires her to do to keep him happy."
(Why? Why are you saying those things, you're supposed to be a hero, to protect girls because they are precious?)
...
"HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE HEEEE-"
SMACK!
"Scream all you want bitch, no one is coming! Walking around dressed like that, I bet you're soaked at the thought of some guy dragging you into an alley and using you to get off. That's clearly all you're good for, you keep forgetting reports, and we lost that client because you spilled coffee on him, you should've made yourself useful and sucked him off. These massive tits that always pop out of your blouse, and hips that belong on a whore, the only reason you still have a job is so I can have a pretty little toy to play with after a long day!"
"Please stop, I promise I'll do better, I'm not a slut, I want to be a good girl, Daddy!"
"...What the hell did you call me?"
"What's the matter Daddy, I thought you wanted a mindlessly little bimbo secretary, I mean, your last two weren't getting the job done, they didn't even know how to beg right."
"OH shit... Oh God, get away from me you monster! I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I'll never touch another girl, I swear to God!"
CCRRRUUNNNCHH!
"Just shut up already you simpering moron. Do you know how long I had to walk around in these worthless heels and leave sooo many buttons undone before you took my bait. All those times I bent over in front of you, wiggling my cute little ass, practically begging for you to just spank it? I even had to dye my fucking hair blonde because you have a type... sir. You preyed on those poor little girls, fresh to the world. You preyed on them, abused them, treated them like your personal toys, and then dumped them in an alley just like this. I wonder if the police will care more when they find your body?"
SSSHHLLLICCKK
"You know what they say, Karma's a bitch."
(You're not a bitch, Karma.)
...
Mineta groaned as he awoke on the wet ground, rain pouring around him. His face hurt, his head hurt worse, throbbing as he recollected himself.
The USJ, those girls. The tall one had flashed him, only for it to be a trap. She knocked him out with a pipe.
Looking around, he didn't see them. He didn't know how long he'd been knocked out, but apparently it wasn't long enough for the heroes to arrive and capture him. If it was only a few minutes, maybe he could catch up to those girls, and finish his mission, well, part of it. It was readily clear that the invisible girl wasn't with them, unless she had run away as soon as she'd arrived, in which case he wasn't going to catch her.
He could barely move underneath the net, and he had no chance of lifting it off when it was held down by his balls. He'd taken care to ensure his health was in peak condition today, so the balls weren't going to release anytime soon. Luckily, Himiko had given him one of her knives to get a blood sample. Reaching into his boot, he pulled it out, quickly going to work on one of the nearby ropes, sawing through it with expediency.
It had taken roughly ten more minutes to cut out a hole big enough for him to through, the small penknife not great for cutting the thickly corded rope of the net, but it had worked in the end. Rolling his neck, he got serious, leaping on to one of the nearby rooftops with the help of his Quirk. He didn't know where the girls had gone, but it didn't really matter.
He knew where the exit was, so he could cut them off there. If that's where they were headed, then maybe he could catch them, and if they weren't there yet, then he could set another trap. He wasn't the strongest in straight up combat, but if he had time to litter the area with his balls, his chances would improve greatly.
He got lucky. Whether it was because they'd had to take the time to get Jiro free of her restraints, or because they were unfamiliar with the area, taking it slowly and cautiously, they hadn't reached the exit yet, allowing Mineta a second chance to capture them. Of course, now he knew Mina could use her acid to melt his balls, so he'd have to be more physical with her.
He started by dropping from the ceiling, hoping to land a lucky blow to the pink girl's head, but the one with long earlobes warned her as the girl's jumped apart. The pink one had reacted in an instant, throwing globs of acid at Mineta as soon as he touched the ground, but he managed to evade them, the caustic liquid lost in the rain.
He hadn't stayed in place, knowing the earlobes girl used sonic attacks, she'd have to be captured first... again.
The bustier one seemed to figure out his aim, a large metal shield blocking him and his balls as he was forced to dodge to the side, the sonic waves dispersing the rain around him. The pink girl sprinted towards the door in the distance, sliding across the ground on her acid, jumping over the balls on the ground and letting her acid dissolve those she came across.
He didn't worry about her for now, if he captured her two friends, she'd be forced to come back for them, she was the only one who could destroy his balls. He focused on the other two girls, taking advantage of his darker clothes to blend into the surroundings, attacking from alleys and around corners.
The earlobe girl seemed to be tracking him, calling out his positions. Her Quirk was obviously sound based, but it seemed she could use it for both offense and support. He couldn't stop that, so he changed to a more offensive plan, stringing long lines of balls stuck together between buildings like a bulbous spiderweb. Taking advantage of his own resistance to the sticky balls, he launched himself between them, slamming his feet into Momo's shield, hitting her harder enough to push her back slightly every time.
She'd been limited by her own strength, trying to carry a heavy shield was draining for the heiress, especially after burning so much of her lipids so far, she could feel her stomach roaring with displeasure and hunger with every step. So, she'd been forced to choose a lighter material, which was costing her now, the little purple menace hitting far harder than she expected.
He was obviously using the elasticity of his balls to launch himself with greater acceleration, getting faster with each ricochet, and using his speed to increase the force of impact. She wouldn't be surprised if he had already covered the front of her shield with more of his balls, not only adding more weight to it, but allowing him to retreat even as he hit her; a far more intelligent plan than she expected of the previously perverted villain.
So, she threw caution to the wind, and her shield to the ground, the suspected balls covering the front sticking it in place and providing her with a small platform in the middle of the growing sea of orbs on the ground and walls. The villain was in the middle of attacking her, unable to redirect himself nor easily retreat without his balls.
He tried to pull some free, but his high speed left him exposed as Yaomomo created a bat, swinging for the fences as it smashed into his chest, definitely cracking a rib as he fell to the ground, sliding several feet from the impact. Jirou didn't miss her chance, plugging her jacks into her boots as the deep bassy soundwave washed over him like a tidal wave, putting him to the floor in pain as he clutched at his ears, trying to shut out the noise.
She cut off the attack once he stopped moving, but it was a feint as he sprang up, throwing two balls at the speakers on her legs, covering them as he rubbed at the blood leaking from his ears. He was wobbling in place, barely able to maintain his balance as he pulled a blade from somewhere, pointing it at both her and Momo.
"Dynamic Entry!" Mina shouted, jumping in as she landed a devastating kick to the side of his head, smashing him into the wall like a bug as he slumped to the ground, a large bump growing on the back of his head, red unlike his purple balls.
Mineta tried to force his eyes to focus through the throbbing in his head, diving to the side as the busty heiress brought down her club where he'd been standing, attempting to regather his bearings.
He was forced to make several hastier dodges as she pursued him, her bare feet creating small steppingstones as she jumped across his balls. He felt his head pounding with every move, threatening him with darkness on the edge of his vision as he spotted the pink girl and the rocker chick watching closely for him to slip up.
Their chance came when he jumped back, intending to jump onto a nearby rooftop when the ground exploded under him, throwing him into another wall.
"The hell?" He mumbled, pushing himself up as a earphone jack plugged into his head, a concentrated bassline turning the throbbing in his braining into a marching band. He felt a warm wetness leaking from his ears as blood began leaking from his burst eardrums.
He knew he wasn't that strong, especially compared to his fellow villains. He wasn't the smartest, or the fastest, or even the best at fighting, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was taking a load of punishment, and it showed as he bit down on his lip, gritting his teeth through the agony and grappling the jack stabbing him and transmitting the sonic attack directly into his head.
Keeping her held, he pushed off the ground, eyes bloodshot from burst veins, and landed a sold knee kick into the girl's face, knocking her back. Not content to let her go, he stayed with her, landing a kick into her chest with what little strength he had left. She fell back, stumbling on the uneven ground before falling onto several of his sticky balls.
The sexy one ran over, hitting him in the head again as he landed in a heap on the ground, but pushed himself up yet again, glaring angrily at the pair of girls, one winded but still holding her weapon, the other clutching a bleeding nose.
The tall one came at him again, swinging her bat, but he rolled to the side, using one of his balls to stick her bat to her hand as she over extended, her weapon hitting the ground as he stuck it in place with two more balls, blood leaking from his fingers.
"No mommy milkers or absolute dumptruck of an ass, is worth this! I'll make you pay for this." He growled out, he was fully aware that he had the curvy teen bent over in front of him, her short skirt hiked up, exposing her toned ass, but he didn't even consider pepping, grabbing his knife off the ground.
A swirling black mist appeared next to him, a pair of yellow eyes peering through the darkness. "It is time for us to make our exit... Tomura has given the order to retreat." Kurogiri said flatly as Mineta growled at the resident teleporter.
"Screw that, I'm not leaving until I finish my mission!" He snarled; striding passed Kurogiri as he went to stab it into the back of the busty heroine's thigh.
"Hey, leave her alone you rapist!" Only for a viscous liquid to splash on his face, an intense burning spreading quickly as he hit the ground, screaming in pain. He at his face, attempting to splash water from the ground on the burning wound. He quickly lost sight in his right eye, a fury overtaking him.
"Do something Kuro, you asshat!" He screamed, face feeling like he'd been dragged over a sheet of sandpaper.
"Get your sample and let us begone! Worry not, I will cover you." Kurogiri assured him as he stuck the small blade in, blood quickly filling the collection device as Kuro covered him with his misty cloak, preventing any further damage before sweeping him away.
(Flashback End)
"Hmm, you sure that's what happened? You almost sounded cool for a moment there?" Himiko teased as Mineta frowned, sitting as she softly wiped at his cheek.
"Here, I know it's not the invisible girl's blood, but I didn't want to leave empty handed." He mumbled, palming her her spare blood vial as she smiled at his thoughtfulness.
"Don't worry, it doesn't look as bad as you think. The eye isn't really damaged, only a little cloudy, and the skin is very raw, but no muscle is exposed so you should recover easily. If I had to guess, you should start feeling better by the morning, now go get some sleep." Himiko diagnosed as he nodded silently, heading for his room.
"Now then, Tesla, you want to tell me what happened? And take that helmet off, its already broken, I doubt it's going to do much more to keep you safe."
Meanwhile, outside the room, I made to leave the building, my arm hanging limply at my side.
"It was a mistake to show them mercy, Young Tomura." Sensei exclaimed through a staticky television. Although I couldn't see him, I knew he wasn't happy with the results of my attack. Rather than await my response, he continued to press, "You played with your opponents, and suffered heavy injuries as a result, rather than crushing them under your power. If you and your associates had used your full strength from the beginning, you wouldn't have been forced to make such a hasty retreat. Even your speech disgraced your image, making you seem like a nervous child playing at being my successor!"
"I'm aware Sensei. I underestimated the heroes, I thought my plans would be enough to keep them busy, but they went Plus Ultra and turned the tables on us. Trust me, it won't happen again." I said sharply, my mind still thinking on Zee covered in blood, Mineta's face partially melted with acid, and my own ravaged arm. I blithely wondered if this was what Midoriya looked like whenever he overused One-for-All.
"If the point of your rant was to show how weak and ineffectual All Might has become, then it would've been far more productive to leave his fellow teachers' and precious students' corpses for the world to see, to break the back of his ridiculous public image!" Sensei bellowed as I turned away, staring at the blank wall.
"We've been over this, Sensei, I would rather avoid killing the students unless our lives are on the line. It would damage my public persona and hinder my plans for the future to break All Might's spirit, no, the collective spirit of heroes all across Japan." I whispered, ignoring the derisive laughter that followed from the television screen.
"You mean the plan where you act like one of those shackled heroes, saving the innocent and protecting the weak? To somehow convince them that the heroes they worship are flawed human beings. All it would take is All Might naming you as a villain, and no amount of saving people would change the public's feeling on you, wasn't that the point of your speech." Sensei's opinions were well documented about my end goal.
"I wouldn't put it quite that way, Sensei. I just like the idea of All Might's face when he realizes the public that adored him for so long, the children's cheers, and the smiles of the people belong to me, your successor. As the reality that you trained a better hero than him, that people naturally crave anarchy and rebellion over law and peace. That the core of human nature is to buck rules and seek personal freedom!" I said throwing my arms out grandiosely, or at least that was the plan, only my one arm responded.
"There you go again, making some speech. Although the future you speak of does sound most inviting, using the very things All Might stands for to crush his smile, I can feel my black heart swelling with joy! Go on then, Young Tomura, don't worry if you encounter resistance, I am here... to guide you, that is a father's job after all." The screen went dark as I sighed, turning to leave once more.