A dinner with three teenagers and one tiny child ends rather well. The night, not so much. And Specter and Zero explain how they took down the Shie Hassaikai.
Terribly sorry for how long this took, work murdered me twice over. But it's much longer than normal, so, I hope you enjoy!
Shouta hadn't expected to have to host Bakugo again, much less dealing with Izuku having an emotional breakdown over a trading card, but there he was. Izuku got ahold of himself rather rapidly, which Shouta knew was probably less a healthy emotional coping and more him shoving it down and hiding away how he felt, but he didn't have the sort of relationship with the teen to try and discuss it.
So instead, his kitchen table, which once only sat him, his husband, and an occasional friend, now sat three teenagers and one child…and now, somehow, Eri was much more active and talkative than before, so now the place was loud. Which was saying a lot when he was living with his husband, who screamed as a function of any form of excitement.
You'd think it would bother him, and yet for some reason he had to keep holding back a smile at the antics. With whatever Bakugo had done, Izuku was much more relaxed, more willing to talk and joke. And where he went, so did Ochako, the other teenager still more hesitant, but much more willing to open up than before. Something about Bakugo's aggressive care seemed to loosen something within the duo, and Shouta had taken note of the thankful look Ochako had given the blond after Izuku's moments around the card.
He was very thankful that they ate all the food this time. He was worried he'd have to fight them about it again, but for now they'd cleared their plates. Granted, he knows he cheated…dessert was mochi, which he was relieved to realize he had been right, as Ochako practically inhaled it, to the point Izuku had given her half of his share with an indulgent smile. As for Izuku, he'd taken a risk…Bakugo had told him Izuku's favorite meal as a kid was katsudon, and he knew it was a risk to bring that out as it could lead to poor memories, but though Izuku had gone stiff at the first sight of it…he took a deep, bracing breath, and dug in.
Everyone ignored the tears gathering at his eyes when he had, and Bakugo immediately jumped into trying to distract Izuku. Bakugo was one of his best students and it showed. He knew what not to talk about, keeping the topics light (mostly complaining about his classmates), to which Izuku kept pointing out he clearly liked them or else he wouldn't complain so much, which made the allergic to feelings Bakugo snarl and snap…and Izuku to just snicker. Probably the first time Shouta had heard the vigilante actually genuinely laugh.
It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. The fact that all three avoided certain topics like they were poisonous was enough for Shouta to know this behavior was at best temporary and only partly real. The laughter was honest, but it was still only shallow, the tip of the iceberg sitting above the water, the true depths of their feelings still buried beneath the ocean. But for now, Shouta would accept it. He kept his commentary to a minimum, letting the kids dictate the discussion, his husband adding in occasional quips to keep the mood light and airy.
Maybe it was all that that led to him being complacent. After Bakugo had headed home, still grumbling about Izuku's condition but letting the teen go, they had left the teenagers to their own devices for a little while. Izuku and Ochako had sat in the living room with Eri (at her insistence), and had continued to keep the young girl occupied as Shouta handled the dishes and Hizashi cleaned up the leftovers. It felt…domestic, in many ways. And it was something Shouta knew his husband had noted too.
They'd discussed having kids before, of course. Both adoption and surrogacy had come up, but they'd set aside surrogates a while back. Hizashi had been in the foster system when younger, and Shouta knew he always wanted to adopt or at least foster, because even the good homes still weren't real homes. There was only so much agencies could do when they were perpetually understaffed and under budgeted. But they'd never found the time to really get around to it, between their careers. Shouta worked two jobs and overworked on both of them, while Hizashi worked three and put his all into all three of them.
Yet it felt…comfortable, to have the three kids in their living room as they handled the after dinner chores. It felt right. Shouta knew he'd have to talk to Hizashi about this…his husband accused him of taking in strays, but he was just as bad about it in the end. He'd always gotten attached easily. Hizashi already adored Eri, that was certain, and Shouta knew that his husband's bleeding heart felt so badly for the two vigilantes he wouldn't let them leave without a fight. So they would need to come up with a plan, beyond their current one, since it was clear that Ochako and Izuku were still not entirely on board with staying.
But still, the domesticity of the night made him complacent. Too complacent. Because it was around two in the morning when it happened. They'd all gone to bed, exhausted from a long day, and while Shouta wanted to talk to Hizashi about things they felt, it was best they do it in private, away from the three kids, so they'd just gone to bed…and then the house shook.
Pro heroes are, by and large, light sleepers. You have to be one to be ready for emergencies. And so it took no time for either of them to wake up at the sudden literal shake that went through the entire house, dust from the ceiling falling down atop them, the walls creaking and groaning. The shake only lasted for a few seconds, but it was more than enough time for the two of them to leap out of bed and rush through the door to check on the kids, fearing this was some sort of earthquake.
Somehow, Eri was in the hallway, eyes wide, Bastard's furry self in her arms once more as the cat blinked languidly. Hizashi went to Eri immediately, kneeling down next to her, worriedly checking her over as Shouta started down the hall to the room the vigilantes were in, only to freeze as he heard Izuku's soft voice murmuring reassurances…and the soft, nearly inaudible sobbing of Ochako.
"Is there a villain?" Eri asked, making Hizashi jolt.
"No sweetie, it was probably just an earthquake or something," Hizashi tried to reassure, but Eri shook her head no and pursed her lips.
"Nuh-uh, that's Ochako fighting a villain! She made Chisaski's house shake too!" Eri replied, and it all fell into place in Shouta's head.
He'd heard mention of how the vigilantes had a 'glowing figure who brought the roof down' from the captured Yakuza members. When she had been telling her story about her childhood, she'd escaped the burning building by the wall falling down. Her Quirk was listed as the ability to remove gravity, but that was a child's Quirk listing. Whatever it was, it was more than that, and it seemed like something made her use it by accident, if he was to hazard a guess. Izuku trying to calm her down made sense.
They'd been focusing so hard on Izuku's trauma, because it was right in their face thanks to his confrontations with Bakugo, they'd completely forgotten about hers. He was cursing himself internally, realizing no one had checked in on her, even though he had seen her panic firsthand. She'd held the bleeding body of the one person she loved more than life itself, with no knowledge of if he would live or die. And it had only been a couple days since then! How could he be so foolish? No, now wasn't the time. He needed to offer what help he could as fast as he could.
Carefully, he knocked on the door, wincing as he heard the sudden intake of air from both teenagers and how they both went silent immediately. He had to do damage control, make sure she didn't think he was angry or upset. He cleared his throat. "Ochako, Izuku? Are you two alright?"
There was silence for a moment, where he imagined they were holding a silent conversation, before Izuku spoke. "W-we're fine. It's fine. It won't happen again."
"...I'm sorry," Ochako's voice was barely audible, a whisper, but in the silence it may as well have been a gunshot. He could hear how upset she was in her voice, could hear the worry and fear and he needed to make sure she knew it was okay.
"May I open the door? I'm not mad, I promise," he tried to reassure.
Silence once more, before he actually felt the doorknob turn and the door open inward. He blinked, a bit surprised by the fine control Izuku had over his Quirk, but set that aside as he saw the two curled up in the corner of the room, Ochako's head buried in a pillow she had propped up on her knees, Izuku next to her, one arm around her back, the other pulling her into his side. His emerald gaze was locked onto Shouta's, focused and intense…not threatening, not a glare, but also not quite trusting either.
Shouta didn't step into the room, not wanting to cross any further boundaries. Instead, he crouched down, making sure he wasn't looming over them. Idly, he could hear Hizashi gently ushering Eri away, talking softly about having her help him make a late night snack. God he loved his husband…he always knew just the right way to calm someone's worries. But for now…
"Forgive me for asking, but was that your Quirk?" Shouta asked softly. When she flinched, refusing to look up at him, Izuku's eyes sharpened into a glare, he quickly tried to reassure. "You're not in trouble. Accidents happen. Hizashi uses his Quirk on accident at least once a week, and you've no idea how many times I've activated Erasure without meaning to. I just want to be certain of the cause is all."
There was another silence, as Izuku looked at the curled up body of Ochako. She nodded slightly, her head not leaving where it was buried in the pillow. Izuku sighed. "She can alter how gravity affects things around her. Removing it or adding to it. She…did that to the walls."
"...Deku got caught in the fire," she whispered, her voice so muffled Shouta could barely understand her. "He was in the fire an' he got caught and burned. A-an' when I woke up, it was d-dark, and I c-couldn' see him. I couldn' find him. I-I…" she trailed off, unable to say more, her entire body shaking.
Shouta desperately wanted to try and comfort the young woman, but he could tell anything he did would likely make things worse. It wasn't hard to piece it together; her family died in a fire, one she was permanently scarred by. She must have had a dream about it, likely triggered by Izuku's injury the day before and the bombing, and when she woke up and couldn't see him she couldn't quite leave the nightmare space and activated her Quirk out of fear. He nodded to himself. Damage control.
"Alright, I understand," he spoke softly. "Is there anything I, or Hizashi, could do to help you right now?"
He waited patiently as the two of them sat quietly, Izuku whispering something to Ochako. After a moment, Izuku turned back, his gaze a bit softer but still guarded. "...any chance you have like…a small lamp or something? Or a nightlight?"
So she had a fear of the dark, Shouta mused. Or at least, whenever she had a nightmare she did. Unfortunately he knew they didn't have anything dim enough to let them sleep easily, but he could work with this. "We don't, but if we leave the hallway light on and leave the door cracked, would that help?" Izuku glanced at Ochako, waiting for a moment, before getting a slight head tilt. Izuku turned back to Shouta and nodded. Shouta nodded back. "Alright. Is there anything else I can do right now? It's okay to ask, I want to help."
"...I don't think so, no," Izuku replied quietly. His arm wrapped tighter around Ochako, the brunette slumping into his side and letting out a quiet whimper that tore at Shouta's heart, especially as he couldn't do anything about it right now.
Shouta let out a deep breath. "Okay. I'll do that then. If you think of anything, do not be afraid to wake us up, okay? Tomorrow we'll go out and purchase a nightlight. Honestly, we should get one for Eri too, and for the hallway…Zashi always runs into the wall when he goes to the restroom in the middle of the night." Shouta offered a small smile to denote that he was teasing his husband, hoping it would ease some of the tension, especially as he could see Izuku instinctively opening his mouth to say something about how that wasn't necessary. Better to cut him off by making it about everyone else than have to argue it, or bring up that Ochako needed it even if she wouldn't admit it out loud.
He wanted to do so much more, but they weren't letting him in. Not yet. He had to shove it down, bury it deep, and work on gaining more of their trust soon. Because right now, it was clear he didn't have enough of it. He stood up, flicking the hallway light on and starting to close the door, watching carefully to be certain he left a good enough crack for the teenagers. He left it slightly wider than he thought they wanted, just in case, but no sound came from the duo…so for now, he went to find his husband and Eri. They'd get Eri settled and then retire to bed, so he could explain to Hizashi what happened.
The morning could not come fast enough.
Ochako had zero desire to talk about what happened, and she steadfastly refused to do so. She begrudgingly agreed to let them buy a nightlight for their room (only because they also planned on getting something for the hallway and one for Eri), but she requested it not be yellow, orange, or red. Technically Izuku made the request, because she seemed embarrassed to do so, but he knew it was for her. Yellow, orange, red…the most common colors associated with fire. Granted, the best colors for sleep were red and orange ones, but well…they had limited options due to her request. Pink was the best option, as blue was bad for sleep, so they'd focus on that for the teenagers room.
Shouta cursed internally when he realized what day it was. He'd set this day up for the vigilantes to explain to the Hassaikai task force what they did, but after the prior night he thought it was a poor idea…but of course the two self-sacrificing martrying idiots wouldn't let him reschedule it. These two were a bigger headache than his entire class.
Which, speaking of his class…they'd be there too. And the Big Three. And every pro hero involved. He still wasn't sure this was a good idea, but surprisingly neither of them seemed to be remotely concerned about it. Then again, they were proud of taking out the Hassaikai, so maybe he could see why they'd be fine recounting it. They also weren't afraid of being arrested…which he knew was because they trusted his word on it, and that meant a lot.
So now, there they were. It had taken some work to get them to the meeting space in Nighteye's Agency, and the two of them were still relying on holding the other one up as they walked, but at least he convinced them to take a seat at the head of the table opposite of Nighteye.
Shouta cataloged the looks they were getting. None of the heroes were hostile…which made sense, most of them worked underground and had worked with vigilantes before, and of the limelight ones, they were some of the more reasonable ones. They were receiving a lot of shocked looks about their age though, which Shouta was not surprised by. He knew Nighteye had relayed the pertinent information to everyone, but seeing was believing.
His students had already met them, and of course, Bakugo was just happy to see his friend, giving Izuku a clap on the shoulder and a grunted greeting. Togata was taken aback, but he of course jumped into his over the top performance, trying to make them laugh…which didn't work, getting twin deadpan stares from the two vigilantes. Togata wasn't deterred though, and still kept his brilliant grin on his face as he took his seat. Kirishima seemed almost excited to see the two of them, and Asui was placid as ever, but she seemed more curious than anything else.
Rock Lock seemed rather annoyed, but Shouta knew that was more because seeing that they were, in fact, children, he was not pleased to know two such known vigilantes were kids. Fatgum seemed unsure how to act, and Ryukyu…well, the look she gave Shouta told him she'd be giving him the third degree later. She never did handle it well when she heard about kids having to do adult jobs.
Nighteye cleared his throat. "Zero, Specter, thank you for joining us. As I'm sure Eraserhead explained, we merely wish to close out the case and understand how you rescued Eri. You will not be charged or imprisoned in any fashion, so we ask you to be as up front and honest as you can so we can be sure we have the full picture. Is that acceptable?"
The two shared a glance, before Ochako leaned back in her chair with a studied indolence, Izuku leaning forward on the table and resting his cheek on his bent elbow. Shouta arched an eyebrow. This was the most rebellious the two had looked, almost like they were daring Nighteye to react poorly. Izuku nodded, his eyes half-lidded as if he were half asleep. "Sure, that's not a problem. What do you want to know?"
"Can we start with what your Quirks are? Cause they have to be pretty crazy for just the two of you to pull this off," Fatgum asked, tilting his head to the side.
Another glance shared, Izuku's free hand under the table where Shouta imagined he was tapping on Ochako's hand to communicate in their little made-up language. He shrugged. "Do you really need to know that, or are you trying to have it for the future?"
"It's pretty standard procedure to understand what abilities were utilized," Nighteye replied smoothly, his face placid.
"I can pull stuff to me and she can change gravity," was Izuku's short reply. Vague and utterly useless in the grand scheme of things, and Shouta could see some of the heroes getting a bit annoyed. He was getting confused. Why were they baiting the heroes? Because that's what this was, clearly…they were intentionally being unhelpful, and there had to be a reason for it.
Nighteye worked his jaw. "...I don't want to waste time, so I'll ask. Did we do something to offend you?"
The two vigilantes were quiet for a moment, before Ochako rolled her eyes and leaned forward. "No, you didn'. We just don' trust ye yet. We already got burned once, and ye knowing our Quirks means when we get back to our business, you can track us down easier. Can' blame us for wantin' to keep some secrets, can ye?"
"Would you feel more comfortable if everyone here signed an NDA so they could not disclose the details of your abilities?" Nighteye offered.
Izuku snorted. "That's only as good as your word and we don't trust that yet. Not to mention pretty sure the police can get warrants to make you tell."
"They already know the basics of your Quirks, since we found your identities," Shouta said softly, making Izuku and Ochako look at him. "And what we haven't gotten to yet, is we do have some footage of your raid on the base. We could figure them out from that. So honestly, not much point in being so secretive."
That clearly surprised the both of them, shock crossing their faces. As he thought, they didn't realize some footage had survived. He could practically see the sudden self-anger filling Izuku, and Ochako's face twisting into her 'comfort' mode as she leaned over to Izuku and whispered quietly to him. Shouta glanced down and yep…Izuku had clenched his fight very tightly…but then loosened it a moment later as Ochako tapped on his hand.
Izuku let out a huff. "Fine. I can pull small objects to me, but they come to me fast and I can choose where on me they go. It means as long as I know it's coming, you can't shoot me, I can just pull it to the side or something. I can make stuff orbit me or slingshot around me by pulling it to one side and then rotating it around me to the other side. If you have a ring or a watch, I can throw off punches and thanks to peoples shoestrings I can throw off kicks."
Ochako shrugged. "I jus' change how gravity affects stuff. I can make things lighter or heavier. It's not that complicated, honestly."
"Don't listen to her, it's incredibly complicated and cool and she's super strong," Izuku interjected, to Ochako's sudden glare.
"Don' you start that again, mister," she snarled with no heat in her voice.
"You control one of the fundamental forces of the universe, Mochi, and I won't let anyone forget that, especially not you."
"You're invulnerable to bullets, that's pretty freakin' cool too!"
"Not as-"
Shouta cleared his throat, reminding the two where they were as both of them lost their snarky demeanor and flushed slightly. He had to bite back the grin at the way they both got flustered, before gesturing to Nighteye and mercifully pulling attention off them for a moment. "That good enough, Nighteye?"
Nighteye nodded, his own face still a flat expression. "Yes, I suppose that makes a lot more sense in lieu of the footage we have. Can you walk through what you did to get to Eri then?"
"We started with the main base," Izuku began. "Scouted it out for a day or so, figuring we'd get some intel. Weren't sure if the girl you wanted was there or not, but first day one of the grunts came back with a little girl's toy, and no way that jerk had a wife or kid. So we figured she was there."
"When night fell, we started mappin' out the buildin' from above," Ochako added. "Deku's Quirk made it easy, and once we figured out where everythin' was, we knew we could do it."
At the confused looks people gave at Ochako's comment about his Quirk helping, Izuku sighed, rolling his eyes. "To know what objects I can pull, I have to know where every small object near me is. So I kinda always have this sixth sense for small objects. Thing is, wires and pipes count for my Quirk, apparently…so while I can't actually Pull an entire piece of embedded wire or pipe, since it's above my limit, I know where it is. So we can make maps off of that."
Shouta…was rather surprised by this. He did not realize Izuku could do that. He was mentally filing that away for how useful it could be. Combine it with an audio quirk like Jiro or Shoji's and they would have a building's entire layout from top to bottom with ease. He shook himself out of the thought. Ochako had more to say.
"So we figured we'd do our favorite strategy," Ochako added, gesturing vaguely.
Nighteye blinked, looking down at his notes. He let out a sigh. "Am I to assume your 'favorite strategy' is how their entire fleet of vehicles ended up in the foyer?"
"Yeah! See, what we do is I float 'em, and then Deku does his slingshot move and I turn off my Quirk just before they hit!"
"...wait, I'm confused. I thought you could only affect small objects?" Ryukyu asked Izuku, her voice soft.
He shrugged. "My Quirk defines 'small' based on weight, not mass, as far as we can tell. Without gravity, I can use it on anything basically. And since we haven't actually found Mochi's limit yet, I can get some real force on some very big objects."
"...right," Ryukyu replied, leaning back in her chair as she eyed the teenagers with a very careful gaze.
"Anyways, once we broke in, we split up. I was going to go to get Eri out, since I could navigate in the dark. We'd already cut the power beforehand, so that wasn't an issue. Mochi was the distraction."
"I started bringin' down some of the walls. None of the load-bearin' ones though, not till the end. I just wanted 'em runnin' scared."
"Wasn't hard to get to her, once I got down the secret stairs. Those mechanisms are stupid easy to manipulate with my Quirk, so I just forced it to open for me. Made my way down without too much issue. Unfortunately some of the asshole's minions were there by the time I got to Eri," Izuku remarked, shrugging.
"Yeah, the others were upstairs, but it wasn' that hard for me to take 'em out. I did have fun with that one guy who liked punchin' things, I just threw a brick at 'im with my Quirk on and he was stuck to the floor, it was funny," Ochako added, a grin on her face as she giggled.
"How's that work?" Kirishima couldn't help but ask, confused.
"Oh, I can transfer my Quirk through things I touch. So I can throw stuff at people to make 'em float or fall down," Ochako replied.
"Well, I suppose that explains some of the footage we found. May I show the footage and we finalize any questions?" Nighteye asked. Ochako and Izuku shared a glance, before shrugging in unison, Izuku giving Nighteye the nod. He clicked a button on his laptop, and the screen behind him turned dark, showing a barely visible hallway. There was no audio for this section, all of it corrupted, but it clearly showed a black and green suited Specter facing off against some of the members of the Hassaikai they had identified before…Chronostasis, Nemoto, and Overhaul himself. Chronostasis had a gun pointed at Specter, saying something, but Specter just made a rude gesture…and Chronostasis fired. Nighteye hit a button, slowing down the footage to get a better view of what happened.
The room was treated to exactly what Izuku had said his Quirk could do…his left hand moved outward, the bullet curving towards it. He twisted his wrist, the bullet swerving around to the back of his hand, following behind his arm, his back, and around once more to his right arm. He pointed it back at the three Yakuza, carefully aiming so it went towards Overhaul. Even when slowed down, it was obvious the bullet had gained speed in the movement, moving so fast no one could react…and because of that, Overhaul was hit right in the cheek. His eyes went wide with rage, ripping his glove off and slamming his hand to the wall…but then he was shocked, unable to react as nothing happened.
Specter didn't wait, his hand flicking down to his waist, a pair of what looked like spikes appearing in his left hand. He tossed them up, and once more the Quirk took hold, whipping the knives around his back and sending them out towards the other two. One impaled Chronostasis' hand, making him drop the gun, the other one landing in the abdomen of Nemoto. Specter bolted forward, but a moment later the video cut off with a hiss.
"That's all the footage we got of your confrontation with those three. What happened after?" Nighteye asked.
Izuku shrugged. "Well, I took the bullets from that gun and stabbed the other two with them, since they were the Quirk deleter rounds as far as I could tell. I knocked the three of them the fuck out, but the jerk with the white-hair did get me with a knife. I wasn't paying enough attention. I kept the other three bullets, but by the time I got Eri and got back to the surface, everyone else was taken care of, so I had Mochi crush them with her Quirk so no more existed, then she finished bringing the building down."
"...right," Nighteye muttered. He shook his head after taking a deep breath, turning to Ochako. "We have a short clip of you in action as well. Mind walking us through it?"
She shrugged. "Yeah, that's okay." Nighteye hit another button on his laptop, showing an angle where Zero was striding confidently through a broken room, the nearby furniture quaking and then crushing as she walked past. This one had audio, the sounds of cracks and creaks all around, her fingers glowing pink as she brushed her fingers across the walls. Shouta perceptively noted her jumpsuit was torn badly at the leg, where a long gash was slowly bleeding. She must have gotten that injury earlier in the fight, he assumed.
A moment later, she spun about to some unseen threat, the sounds of shouts showing a group of Yakuza rushing at her, including a massive man that they'd identified as Rikiya Katsukame leading the pack, Yu Hojo right behind him. Zero stood still, staring at them, before straightening her shoulders. The helmet that concealed her face distorted her voice, but the snarl in it was clearly audible.
"I don't have time for this…FALL!" her voice screamed, the entire room shaking, the walls and ceilings caving in atop the charging Yakuza. Shouta noted that the Yakuza fell to their knees even before the ceiling came down, realizing she'd somehow already affected them before they approached. As the ceiling fell, the video cut off, the wall the camera was attached to coming down with it.
Nighteye steepled his hands before his face, looking down the table at Ochako and Izuku. "Just so you know, no one died, but some of them suffered grievous injuries."
"Well, that's just too bad," Ochako replied, seeming unrepentant.
"They got lucky," Izuku replied dismissively.
Shouta had to hold back any commentary, but he noted the looks from the other heroes. Rock Lock's face was twisted, Fat Gum was struggling not to say anything, Ryukyu was staring holes into Shouta, the underground hero having to shrug. He didn't think now was the time to explain their whole backstory, especially considering he doubted they wanted it spread everywhere.
Honestly, he was more concerned by the students' reactions. Kirishima seemed torn between excitement about how they practically wrecked the Yakuza and taken aback by their clear lack of caring about the fact they might have killed someone. Asui was clearly disturbed, leaning back in her chair ever so slightly. Hado and Togata's smiles had vanished, and Amajiki was refusing to look down the table towards the duo.
Only Bakugo kept his eyes and expression steady, no surprise evident in his eyes. If anything, he seemed almost…understanding. Shouta made a mental note he'd have to talk to the students about this.
Nighteye closed his laptop. "Very well. That is all the information we need to close this case. If I have further questions, how would I go about contacting you to get them answered?"
Izuku and Ochako shared that glance once more, Shouta able to see the minute movements of their hand signals. Izuku looked over at him with a blank expression. "Send them to Eraser. He'll tell us."
Nighteye arched an eyebrow at Shouta. He nodded silently, figuring Nighteye would ask him later how he had an in yet, but for now, he ended the meeting with little fanfare. Izuku and Ochako were the first to get up and start slowly moving out of the room, Shouta following closely behind. He knew he was going to get a lot of questions very shortly, but he also knew these two were fed up with people by now. He'd see if they'd be willing to wait in an office or something while he gave a very quick explanation to the people who were about to pester him, and then…back home, where he could process the fact that he had two incredibly powerful teenagers who were inured to the idea of killing Yakuza living with him…he could only hope he could figure out a way to make them not think that way.