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For all of her belief that she was doing the right thing by her friend, Midnight could not be more terrified that she was doing something terribly wrong. The man known to the public as the professional hero Vlad King was not in his right frame of mind and it was frightening knowing that he had specifically asked to meet with Shirou of all people.

Frankly because anybody looking from the outside could easily make the assumption that Shirou wasn't an individual who was in a standard frame of mind. Midnight had seen what Shirou had been through and knew full well that his mindset was due to situations that nightmares were made of.

Adding the two people together could potentially have disastrous consequences.

"So this is where he lives?" asked Shirou as the two of them stood outside Kan's home.

"Yeah, I'll just get the right key," said Midnight as she reached into her pocket.

"Wouldn't it be easier to simply kick the door down?"

Midnight couldn't tell whether or not Shirou was serious or not. "It's probably best not to startle him," stated Midnight as she stepped forward with the correct key in hand. A thick click signaled the entrance was open although Midnight chose not to enter straight away. It took her several seconds before she could even compose herself enough to even reach for the handle. By that stage however Shirou had already taken the initiative, pushing past her and making his way inside.

"Wait," called Midnight but her plea fell on deaf ears. She followed Shirou into the house, momentarily pausing to notice the state of disarray the opening room had fallen into since last she was here. It almost looked as if there'd been a...

"Oh no."

"It's not what you think," assured Shirou from the other room.

Midnight dashed into the next room over and found herself expelling a breath of relief. "Kan," she said softly.

"Alright Kan," said Shirou as he addressed the former teacher of class 1-B. "Just let me grab a chair and I'll be right with you."

Midnight watched Shirou leave the room before looking at her peer. From the smell of it, he hadn't showered since last she had seen him and given the fact that he had smelt terribly meant that the odor in the room was pungent. Vlad King's face was a scruffy mess and it looked as if he hadn't changed his clothes in the better part of a week.

The sound of chair legs scraping across the floor noted the return of Shirou, the teenager unceremoniously dragging the furniture in before planting it in front of Kan and taking a seat. Midnight brought her fist up to her mouth, unsure of what was about to happen. Seconds ticked by in painful blocks as nothing happened.

"You know, I have half a mind to slap you right now," declared Shirou, causing Midnight's breath to still momentarily. "I know that you're suffering, I know you've gone through a lot of pain."

Shirou's hand lashed out, striking Vlad King across the face and causing his head to snap to the side. Midnight, having watched the strike occur, prepared herself to use her quirk the mere moment that Shirou made another sudden movement.

"Pain and suffering are inevitable," said Shirou as he retracted his arm. "You are somebody that the everyday citizens look up to on a day to day basis and if they saw you in this state, their belief in everything you believe in would shatter. While they were your students, they were also mine. It may have not been for as long and it may not have been as frequent but I helped teach them. I am more than aware that each of them had the capacity to make this world a better place."

Midnight found herself somewhat perplexed as she lowered her stance. She had spent a good deal of time with Shirou through the classes which he attended and each time she had felt as if he had something akin to hatred towards society. Small things such as refusing to give himself a Hero name or the way he looked down on those who simply strove to better their ranking. Given the fact that he was different in ways she struggled to comprehend and had a history that could craft the most heinous of villains it was understandable to a degree.

Now however, his words stating how he had seen potential in the up and coming Heroes of tomorrow made her question whether or not there had been a glimmer of light hiding there all along. Or, maybe even more miraculously, had the other students been able to forge some light into Shirou's soul from just being around him.

"Now, you clearly didn't invite me over for cheese and biscuits," said Shirou. "So, why am I here?"

Midnight turned her attention to Kan, silently praying that he didn't request anything that would quell the light that had seemingly beginning to form inside Shirou. "The League of Villains," said Vlad Kind slowly, his voice raspy as a result of mild dehydration. "They need to pay for what they did to my students."

"On that we agree," said Shirou, his eyes focused. "However, under the rules of society, those criminals would rot in chains for the rest of their lives to rue the mistakes they made. Unfortunately, you and I both know that they will never regret the decisions they've made and would kill our students a hundred times over without so much as blinking an eye. Now tell me, if these..."

"I want them dead!"

Kan's words struck the room like a knife, the clear wish for death to be brought upon the villains clear for the others to hear. "Kan, you don't mean that," said Midnight in hope.

"Every night, I watch my students die over and over again," stated Kan as tears started to run down his face. "I hear their laughter as they torture them while I watch on helpless. They scream my name, hoping I can do something but I can't so much as lift a finger. I failed them as a mentor and I failed them as a hero. How can I face them in the afterlife when I can't even face myself in the mirror?"

"Kan, there's other ways we can go about this," pleaded Midnight. "You're a hero, not a murderer. We don't get to chose who lives and who dies. I agree, they need to be punished but not..."

"Say we capture them," interrupted Shirou. "Say we have them held in a location where the rest of the world can't see and you can do anything you want to them. Do you have it in you to kill them?"

"Of course I will..."

"I don't know if you're trying to convince me or yourself with that pitiful performance," said Shirou coldly. "All your life you've been programmed to save as many people as you can. Do you truly have it in you to take the life of another?"

"I will do what must be done."

"Don't say that!" proclaimed Midnight loudly, desperately trying to get her voice heard to the two men who seemed to ignore her rational words.

"Do you believe that your mind will be clear after you kill them? That the nightmares will end?" asked Shirou.

"The nightmares will never end," stated Vlad King boldly. Only moments after he had made his proclamation however his head dropped, his gaze falling towards the floor. "They will never end."

"On that, we agree," said Shirou slowly, placing his metallic hand on Vlad King's shoulder. "And killing them, especially after you've made it your goal to save everyone, will only ever end up hurting you more."

Midnight couldn't shake the feeling that Shirou knew that from personal experience.

"Before we even consider killing them," continued Shirou, "We need to know how we can flush them out of hiding. I do have an idea however I am going to need some strings pulled. If anybody owes you any favors, now is the time."

"There's...a few people I could talk to..."

Midnight truly didn't like where this conversation was going however knew better than to interject. If something started sounding completely out of hand, at least she would be forewarned.

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La Brava handed over the money necessary for the groceries that she had been sent out to retrieve. Even if they were wanted by the government, even criminals needed essentials such as toothpaste and toilet paper. It just so happened that she was the least known out of all of them and hence it was most convenient for her to step out of their home without being conspicuous.

It was a daunting thought that she now considered the tall building as her new home. It wasn't as if she and Gentle were being held against their will but they had found themselves almost encapsulated with whatever it was that Rin and Stain were previously involved in. It was dangerous yet exhilarating. Gentle had taken down a major crime syndicate, not alone but still, something like that wouldn't have happened had they not met with Rin in the first place. There's no telling where she and Gentle would be right now.

There was one major reason why she wouldn't leave though and it took the place of the youngest person whom she shared a roof with. Eri had already suffered so much and she would not be the one to make the young girl go through any sort of extra pain. Even if it was childish, she enjoyed sitting down with her and spending time drawing pictures or creating stories using dolls. It had taken Eri so long to open up to her and she knew how hard it must have been for her to do such a thing in the first place. If she was to leave Eri after the girl had actually created a relationship would potentially leave irreparable mental damage.

La Brava's thought process found itself halted however as she tried to leave the convenience store only to find the entrance blocked. A menacing figure was standing there, their frame filled the entirety of the doorframe. Still though, she knew that this was a world full of quirks that made people who could be completely sweet individuals look terrifying due to whatever quirk they had been born with.

They looked menacing however as they drew their hand back over their opposite shoulder before backhanding her with such force that La Brava found herself colliding with a nearby shelf. Pain ripped through her being and she couldn't focus properly. Through muffled hearing she couldn't quite make out the demands that were being shouted by the individual that had struck her. Through fuzzy vision she could make out that they weren't alone.

It didn't matter if there was one or multiple however, she had no way of dealing with these people by herself. She didn't have an ability that could prevent them from causing more damager or force them to leave the establishment. She couldn't overpower them or even put up the smallest bit of a fight. La Brava knew that she was only capable of increasing someone's strength with her love. She didn't know anybody in there on a personal level. It was just her in a room full of strangers.

She couldn't love any of these strangers.

But could she love herself?

Did she love herself?

Could she use her quirk on herself?

Before La Brava even got a chance to even consider testing her theory, new voices made themselves known. The heroes had arrived.

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"Can it be done?"

Mei Hatsume had was used to people giving her random requests which she then had the joy of bringing to life. She was a tinkerer at heart and she truly loved creating things which were nearly impossible to comprehend. This request however was something that intrigued her in a way that would baffle others who spent far less time in the workshop then she did.

"Sound moves in waves, all I'd have to do is block the waves," explained Mai as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"How would you block the waves without stopping my explosions?" asked Bakugo, not wanting his attacks to suffer in destructive power in exchange for what he was requesting.

"Easy," said Mei as she zipped over to her workbench.

Bakugo released a growl of frustration but knew from previous times dealing with the mechanic just how she operated. If she said it was possible, then he couldn't help but believe that she would do it.

"I'll need you to bring me a liter of your palm sweat," declared Mei as Bakugo made his way towards the exit. He didn't bother responding as he began calculating just what would be required of him to produce the amount of liquid Mei had requested. Still though, if she could do what he wanted then he would ensure that she gave him what she wanted.

Walking through the halls, Bakugou placed his hands in his pockets as he ignored the rest of the students prowling around him. Many of them made way from him to walk through, knowing full well how explosive his personality was. They were wary to be cautious. With his quirk it was natural for him to find himself thrust into the spotlight.

Yet he no longer wished to be the hero that everyone could see. Every student in this school was chasing their dreams to become the next All Might. Not one of them however was trying to become the next Eraserhead, the next hero that could utilize all of their skills without dealing with the media. Time spent dealing with people who wished to talk with his was time spent not helping others.

Bakugou found himself clicking his tongue, knowing full well how much his goals had changed since he had stepped foot inside the academy. He knew that the main reason was because he had been unaware of how small he was. For the longest of times he had only been showered in praise, his teachers proclaiming that he had the capacity to be one of the greatest of all time.

The phrase 'one of the greatest' however meant that he would always be compared to those around him. He would never stand out from the crowd. His name would always appear next to the hundreds of heroes that stood in the rankings. Years could pass by as he tried to climb his way further up the rankings.

That however didn't make him a good hero.

A good hero was the one that was willing to put themselves at risk in situations that were unfavorable. A good hero was one that was willing to take a beating in the face of adversity. A good hero wouldn't stop because it was recommended to wait for help.

It was why he was now doing his utmost to reduce his weaknesses, make himself adaptable to taking on each and every possible scenario. Having a bright, flashy quirk was a detriment in certain situations. By the time he took out the first enemy, it was impossible for him to have not alerted everybody in the area to his presence.

So Bakugo knew he needed to adapt. If the inventor chick could make it so that his quirk could be soundproof, then that was one more situation where he could be useful. That was one more scenario where he wouldn't be useless.

That was one extra weakness he had removed from his arsenal. He still had the possibility of becoming the best there ever was, even if nobody knew he was even there in the first place.

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La Brava returned to their hideout after suffering through the trials and tribulations that came with being at the scene of a crime. She had been consulted, questioned about what had happened and even treated to by medics. As much as she had wished to simply escape the scene as quickly as she could she had caught sight of a number of people recording the situation unfolding.

Simply put, had she chosen to run away from the heroes it would have only drawn suspicion. The voices on the internet could often end up causing the largest of noises over the smallest of things.

Now that she was in their home however, she was safe.

Which was why she could collapse against the nearby wall and without the world watching, let loose the tears that had been building. La Brava's wail pierced through the floor as she regretted the fact that no matter how much she had wished it, she had been unable to utilize her quirk on herself.

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