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Izuku had a split second to dodge the rapid attacks jet pulsing in all directions around him in the small, worn apartment of the elderly pro hero Gran Torino. One for All coursing through his whole body, every atom and nerve ignited with raw energy. He was ready to continue his training with the elderly hero and show his progress with his quirk.
Izuku's eyes barely managed to track the pro's speed. He was ready to show the pro his progress when suddenly…he sneezed.
It confused him for a second, a mistake; Grand Torino used this and struck him from behind, knocking him over and disrupting One for All's flow. Izuku sneezed again, this time a bit harder.
What the, he tried to grasp only for another sneeze to come. This one seemed…warmer.
Why the heck was sneezing when he had no allergies, Grand Tornio's place was….it could use a nice clean, but he knew that wasn't it. So what could it be? As much as he wanted to decipher the origin of this sudden sneeze fest, his attention and focus needed to be present. Grand Tornio hadn't stopped his attack on their mock 3-minute mock fight. So he couldn't be distracted by some sneezes. He had to come out of this fight, showing his improvement.
Thinking quickly, he spotted the only couch in the place and crawled over. He made it, barely missing an attack from Grand Torino.
His attacks aren't that damaging, but he's still too fast. Izuku stressed, thinking of what to do next. He had to activate All for One. He needed to concentrate, and…he sneezed again—harder this time.
What was going on? Why was sneezing with no allergies?
Izuku-chan, which way are you? You wondered, staring out over Fukuoka from atop a building. He had to be in one of these directions; he just had to.
You remain staring in the same direction for a few more seconds and stop. He wasn't that way, so you move from that edge, run to another, and do the same thing.
The sight of you doing this was almost…almost enduring; Hawks, standing aback, occasionally tapping his visors, wasn't sure what to make of it, watching you from the four sides of the building he took you both to after flying off with you from his agency. Tokoyami had tried to stop him, reminding him that you were supposed to remain there.
He didn't care and assured Tokoyami he'd have you back soon.
"Maybe this way," he heard you mutter and ran to another side.
His eyes just moved with you. You seemed relatively comfortable with these heights. Then again, you were someone with aerial skills, so he shouldn't be surprised. Still, he had questions. One especially was what in the world you were looking or searching for. His eyes narrowed a bit at the question.
You remove yourself from the spot and return to where you just at. This time, instead of running, you flew the short distance. Hawks's brows lifted subtly, intrigued at seeing your hair flowing for a second. It settled when you landed. His eyes directed to your feet, how you landed delicately and soundlessly; he made a mental note. When you decide not to fly and just run to another location, your feet are carried the same way, though they have a trained fluidity.
Hamato's work, he justified partially, his eyes following you now moving the spot behind him. He turned around, finding you hovering an inch off the edge, your hair slightly glowing, with a wisp-like movement. "I wonder…" he muttered, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, tactfully deciding and arranging what questions to ask.
He glanced at his wings; it clicked, and he knew what to ask.
"This is producing no results," you mutter, disheartened, your bottom lip trembling, coming to the realization, "Izuku-chan. Sister."
You tried every direction and area atop this building, hoping for something, but came up with nothing. There had to be some way. It then hit you what you could try. You did it back at USJ, and you've done it a bit before back in New York and Master Splinter….
You smile from ear to ear, delighted at the idea, clasping your hands together, "I shall do it." Still hovering, you bring your legs up and cross them in a sitting position. You close your eyes, inhaling steadily, suppressing a rising giggle and focus.
"So, do you like my wings or their color?" Hawks's voice brought you back to the present. Your eyes open, finding him airborne before you with his wings open and his face inches from yours, with a musing look in his eyes.
You blinked a few times before realizing his proximity and drifted a few inches back. He didn't follow and thumbed to his wings. "So, do you like my wings or their color?" he repeated.
You tilt your head a bit, glancing at his wings, and once again, find yourself wanting to touch them. The tingle in your fingers was any indication, and the rising warmth settling on your cheeks. Hawks leaned, tapping his chin, his remaining on you, and with a single gesture of a finger, one of his feathers detached and went over to you.
Your eyes lit up, and your heart fluttered light and air, watching it circle gently around you. Hawks sent two more, and the sweetest giggle slipped from you to his surprise. That wasn't all…miles away, someone sneezed that wasn't Izuku.
Hawks tapped his visors a few times, "So," he prepared to repeat the question when you answered.
"The color," you said, continuing to watch the feathers. "it is quite a lovely color."
Hawks eyes narrow slightly, "Huh." He shrugged, accepting the answer, "Okay. Why?"
One of the feathers stuck themselves in your hair. You covered your mouth to stifle the giggle, "I just enjoy the color. There is a warmth to it."
Not what I was expecting, he admitted, but he took it and called back his feathers. Your smile dropped, seeing them go.
Another idea came to Hawks. He released four feathers; your eyes followed them. "Ever heard of equivalent exchange?"
Kamui Wood arrived at Hawks Agency, as required, 30 minutes after you arrived and expected to find you but found your absence instead.
"Where is she," he asked firmly, tethering on annoyance, one of the sidekicks.
The sidekick stumbled over their words before the pro hero, unsure what to say or finding the right words to say given the heaviness of the hero's eyes on them, burrowing with some frustration despite the personal calmness he presented.
"Well…umm…she's…" the sidekick spewed, their tongue twisted as they tried avoiding Kamui's eyes. "Hawks he-"
Tokoyami overheard and took over. "I have it," he told the sidekick, walking over; they thanked him and hurried off. Tokoyami respectfully faced Kamui and provided him with the requested information, "Hawks flew off with her, sir."
"What?" Kamui's eyes narrowed slightly. Tokoyami was curious to know if he heard the hero's voice correctly, the bit of concern in his voice.
Feeling it wasn't his place, he didn't inquire and continued, "Yes, Hawks took her a fly." He turned to the open door leading to the terrace Hawks used for landing and takeoff. "I tried to remind him you would be coming," he turned back to Kamui. The hero kept his eyes on the terrace, "he said he'd return before you arrived. I apologize that I wasn't able to prevent anything." He bowed his head.
Kamui folded his arms across his chest, "Do you know which direction they went?"
Tokoyami provided the direction in which he saw Hawks fly off with you, and Kamui, using the terrance and his quirk, left, taking your suitcase with your costume with him.
Finally, you touched Hawk's feathers, the few feathers surrounding you; he released them. Each one is for equivalent exchange. There were quite a few feathers, though he was still able to remain airborne. The last one was small.
"Well," he stretched an arm up, "guess we better head back, huh? Kamui should be there by now. What do you say?"
You almost forgot about Kamui Wood and his arrival. It clicked that you should have changed into your hero costume before Hawks took you, your hands clasped over your mouth, and gasped, "Yes! Agree!" You yelped and started flying back.
Hawks watched you. He noted that flying was natural to you, scratching his hair, and continued watching you until you stopped. You remained airborne, your hair gently aflame, shifting left to right, puzzled, debating which way was correct back.
"This way," you moved left, stopped, and turned around, biting your lip. " No…perhaps the other way?"
That way seemed wrong, too, you needed to make your way back. Your hand extended one way rather than the other. You pulled it back each time. A tightness grew in your chest, and….the sound of rustling footsteps filled your ear with a whimpering cry, and….a soft squeeze sent a chill down your spine. You held your hand up and studied it. T terrified whimper your hand that there was nothing, but it still felt as if something, something small, was still squeezing.
It was odd…but it felt familiar, sending another chill down your spine.
You quickly shake it off and focus on finding your way back. Looking and trying to locate the correct direction…you wished Donnie was here or April or Leo…or all of them. You could always find your way back. All of you, together. Your heart dropped a bit.
You shake it off and focus back on the tasks, finding your way back, and you know what to do; you used it at the USJ so you could use it here…even if you didn't have something to guide you back, and you hadn't registered anyone. Still, you had to try.
Hawks lifted a brow as you closed your eyes, and your golden energy enveloped you softly and blazed slightly, still maintaining its gentleness. This was interesting. He flew closer and stopped a few feet away.
Just what are you doing? He wondered, tapping his visors when he noticed something swinging towards you and him.
"Hawks!" Kamui called sternly, swinging up and landing atop the building you were just at. His voice cut through your concentration, bringing your back. Kamui set your suitcase down, his eyes locked on Hawks.
Hawks lazily moved his eyes to Kamui and gave a casual wave, landing by the hero.
"Hey," he smirked quickly, glancing over his shoulder at you, "you're here early."
Kamui frowned, and his eyes showed it. " She's supposed to be at your agency, not out here."
"She was, for a bit," Hawks lightly shrugged, "I took her for a quick flight. It's not every day you see someone like her performing in the Sports Festival so far away from home. Plus, I was curious about her quirk. It's pretty neat." He whistled, "And it's not every day I come across someone who can fly without wings. People like that need to be free to fly. Stretch our wings," he tilted his head, touching his visors," We don't do good caged or restrained. It doesn't fit, and it's never good. You get me?"
Kamui grunts, lowering his voice with a watchful eye on you, "No, and that's not the point; she isn't supposed to be out and about. You know this. You agreed to it."
Hawks pushed off the roof and hovered a few inches above. "True," he said passively; Kamui's eyes flickered with frustration. Hawks sighed, scratching his hair, "All right. Sorry. I couldn't help myself. She's cute."
Kamui's eyes widened, shocked at what he had just heard. His words scramble momentarily: "What!" His eyes shot to you and then back to Hawks, furrowed with anger: " That's inappropriate!"
Hawks pinched his chin, tilting his head up. "Well, if she's sixteen, then not really. Is what age now?" He looked at Kamui, humor playing behind his eyes.
Kamui was stunned and now wondered what happened before he came until Hawks chuckled and broke the tension.
"I'm kidding," he teased lightly and turned to you, gesturing you over with a hand, "Turtledove, come over here."
You flew over and landed next to Kamui. "Hello," you say respectfully in a small voice, keeping your eyes on the suitcase he was holding and avoiding his feeling them on you.
You took the suitcase, "Thank you."
"Well, guess I'll leave to it, Kamui," Hawks said, then turned to you, "Have fun, Turtledove. Bye!"
With that, he flew away. You waved after him, "Bye! Thank you!"
You continued waving until he was out of sight. You and Kamui stood side by side without a word. The only sound was the traffic below.
Eventually, you spoke knowingly, "I am in trouble?"
"Yes."
Over in the mountains, the day was winding down. The training was done, no civilians needed rescuing, and the last fieldwork exercise was over, so April had time to relax. She plopped down in the giant plush bean bag in the corner of the agency. Taking off the white cat gloves and chocker with a large bell she was required to wear by all of them. The hood of the costume slipped off, relieving a brow spotted with beads of sweat and exhausted but proud eyes ready to close. She was ready to close them, but she still had some energy left and, using her quirk, held out a hand as a weak bluish outline surrounded it as it did her phone laying on her desk across the room and levitated it over.
She was being lazy but didn't care and floated her phone into her hand. She turned it on and scrolled through a couple of missed text messages that made her smile as she filtered through them and responded. One was a group text between the three. She took a fun selfie and sent it, laughing as she did so. The next couple were check-ins, and one made her smile from ear to ear; she almost sprung up and responded. The next one, still with the same sender, made her heart drop from what they sent. It was just as predicted. He didn't respond to any of their texts either.
Anger rose in her. She pushed it down, opened her web browser, and typed in Hosu. Articles came up, and she read as many as she could. There was nothing new. She suspected that. Still, she continued, unaware of big, round, excitable yet curious yellow eyes on her or the plush cat glove silently moving to her cheek until it was too late.
"On your phone again, kitten?" laughed a light-hearted voice that belonged to the glove pulling her cheek. "What is with you teenagers today, huh?"
April, startled, was about to say something when those pair of yellow eyes appeared over her, staring down at her with an affable smile. "Hosu again, kitten?" they noticed on her phone, sharing a laugh with their fellow pro. Before April could react, her phone was snatched playfully.
"H-Hey!" April sprung up, releasing herself from her cheek pull, and tried grabbing her phone.
They moved, and April stumbled forward, almost losing her footing, until two strong arms caught her from under and held her up.
"What's happening here," a deep, gruff voice asked, holding April. Their white eyes looked at their fellow pros going through April's phone.
The two heroes giggled and exchanged cheesy, assuming looks. April flustered, jumped out of the strong arms and rushed to the heroes.
"N-No, don't look! I-It's nothing!" She threw herself to get her phone but missed. They jumped over her and continued.
The yellow eyes twinkled. "It has to be something. You're always looking at this city, right?" They turned to their colleague, who joined them as an accomplice.
They smirk wickedly, their eyes sharply on April, "Yep. You don't keep looking at the same place unless…." they purr, their tail on their costume somehow moving wickedly. April's heart dropped. She knew what they were going to say; they knew it too, and their smirk grew, "one li-"
"No!" April, cheeks powdered red, dove for her phone, "that's not it! That's not it all! I'm just curious! Tiger! Help me!" She turned to the muscular hero.
Tiger kept a stern expression and walked over to the other two, who were enjoying themselves. But, their smiles dropped as Tiger approached and their shadow cast over them.
April's hopes rose.
"Did we figure out why?" Tiger asked, hopefully joining them.
April's hopes crashed; she couldn't believe it and tried to retrieve her phone from the three.
Outside the pink agency, finishing up the day and checking for anything else, Mandalay. Seeing everything, nothing was amiss, and the mountain trails were now closed. There would be no more visitors until tomorrow. She walked into the agency and was hit with a noise of chaos, shouting, and laughing. She froze at the sight, eyes widening, blinking, confused.
Tiger, using their quirk, had an arm wrapped around April. He was pinning her arms. The teen was struggling, trying to get out while shouting, almost begging Tiger and the other two, Pixie Bob and Ragdoll, to stop. Mandalay turned to the other two and saw the source of April's dilemma: her cell phone. They had her cell phone and were going through it like naughty cats. They smiled from ear to ear, enjoying the contents and occasionally poking 'innocent' questions while throwing out assumptions.
"Please! It's nothing! It's nothing!" April pleaded, her usual calm tone now hysterical. An expression Mandalay would never have guessed would appear on the collected girl.
After assessing and concluding what this was all about, the pro hero couldn't help but smile warmly and chuckle.
April kept trying to escape Tiger's tight grip, quietly wishing he didn't have such a quirk. Her focus was splintered as she tried to use her quirk to move….something…anything. But she could barely lift the stapler an inch off the desk.
"Read other," Pixie Bob encouraged Ragdoll.
Ragdoll snickered and read another text, "I hope nothing stupid happens." She began between bouts of giggles. April's eyes widened, and Ragdoll continued, "Still nothing yet, huh?"
Pixie Bob turned to April with an evil smirk, "Who is it, kitten? Huh?"
"N-Nothing!" she exclaimed, trying to wiggle out. Come on, guys, I was just checking in! Give me back my phone!"
Pixie Bob stroked her chin thoughtfully, as though considering it, "We will, but," she slowly mossed over to April. Tiger lowered the teen; Pixie Bob held up a gloved finger and softly poked April's cheek, "What's so interesting in Hosu? Huh?"
April's lips sealed, but her cheeks, a rosy red, betrayed her. "N-Nothing."
Pixie Bob pinched her cheeks, and April refused to give in. "We're just curious, kitten. We're cats, after all. What interests our dear little kitten we want to know. Come," she said playfully, "tell us."
April remained resistant. Mandalay released a few chuckles and stepped in, "Okay. All right, let her go. She doesn't have to tell us."
The four turned in her direction, surprised to see her. Mandalay walked over with her arms out under April. She gave a cheerful, firm look. Tiger released April, dropping into Mandalay's arms. She set April straight and held out her hand towards Ragdoll.
"The phone," she gestured.
Ragdoll gave it. Pixie Doll's smile fell for a second, "We were just curious," she shrugged to defend herself and ruffled April's hair. "No hard feelings, kitten."
April's eyes narrowed in frustration with her furrowed brow. She emitted a slight growl and had some choice words but held them back.
"Sorry, April." Ragdoll stepped forward with a genuine apology, her paw gloves together and a sweet smile.
April's eyes shot to her, but the intensity of Ragdoll's smile, April's anger, washed away. "It's fine," she sighed, tucking her phone away. "Don't do it again, okay?"
Ragdoll threw her arms up. "Yep! Of course." She smiled from ear to ear, quietly casting a mischievous glance at Pixie Bob before April noticed.
"Well, now then," Mandalay said, getting everyone's attention. " Days done. Good job, everyone! Especially you, Pysche!" She turned and applauded April; the others joined in. Pixie Bob even added a celebrity whistle.
April's cheeks burned again, "Th-Thanks. It wasn't a big thing."
Ragdoll jumped in her face. "Are you kidding?! You helped those two hikers out of a tough spot! And without you and that cool trick with your small blade," she pointed to the holster strapped on April's leg that held her tanto given by Master Splinter. She began mimicking with her hand, spinning it circularly and adding a buzzsaw sound. "Oh, so cool!"
April rested a hand on the holster, trying to keep her calm composure, "Well…I mean, just something…nothing really."
Tiger touched her shoulder, almost pushing April down, "Don't be modest, kitten. You and that quirk of yours is something. Right, Mandalay?"
All eyes turned to the leader; pride shimmered in Mandalay's eyes at April, and they nodded, agreeing, "Yes. They're right. You're doing well, Psyche. Your range is getting better," She tapped her temple, then April's, and sent a mental congratulations and praise.
The others realized, and Pixie Bob threw up her hands, smirking, shaking her head playfully offended, "Seriously? You two are always in your heads."
Everyone laughed except one who entered with a scowl and shot a burning look at April before quietly making their way up to their room.
Later in the evening, after everyone had changed into casual clothes and removed their costumes, dinner preparations began. April was mincing vegetables for the stew she was in charge of, a task she struggled with.
"Dang," she grimaced, looking at the vegetables that weren't minced; instead, the shape they took was….the opposite of minced. This was the sixth one, and the pot of boiling water beside her was waiting. "Okay," she turned to the bushel of vegetables she still had and hovered an uncertain hand over them.
She picked the potato and tried…again.
"Again!" She whined, her shoulders dropping. The potato was chopped into…thick, uneven cubes. "Maybe if I…" she muttered and started chopping the cubes, only to make it worse.
They were not cubes anymore…they were some other shape. Her grip on the knife's handle tightened, her knuckles turned white, and the knife started shaking. She snatched up another vegetable without looking and vigorously started chopping with the knife, with the same result. She snatched another and another…same results.
"That's it…" She clenched her teeth, holding the knife high above her head, ready to execute the harmless vegetable.
"Having trouble," Mandalay, Shino, asked calmly, coming over and noticing April's….many attempts. I guess we might need a new cutting board, huh?"
April fixed on the now chopped-up cutting board and set the knife down regretfully, "S-Sorry. It's not as…easy as I thought."
Shino couldn't pass up the laugh she'd been holding back and took her spot by April. She grabbed another vegetable and took out another knife. "Really," she gasped playfully, shocked, nudging April, "and here I thought you could do it with those fancy knife tricks you have. I'm shocked!"
April rolled her eyes, shooting her a sideway glance with a lopsided smirk, "Funny." She picked up her knife again and eyed for a moment, "May makes it look so easy."
There was a slight crash behind them; they turned around and saw that Ragdoll had toppled over something and knocked the table chairs down. She laughed.
"May? Your sister, right?" Shino asked as they turned back to mincing vegetables. "Younger sister." She handed April half a carrot she had cut slowly.
April steadied the knife over it. The urge to just cut down with force was there, but she restrained herself hard. "Yeah," she said as she cut a straight slice. "She's the better cook than any of us. A wiz with a knife and her hands. Grabbing here and there different seasonsings. It's almost natural. Scary even." She chuckled.
"Really?!" Shino cut her carrot into slices, "Huh, you'd think it was the other way around. You'd be the chef of the family."
April almost laughed, "Oh, no! It's May. Despite her…how do I say it…her flighty self, she's masterful, if not a wiz in the kitchen. Doing a thousand things at once while still maintaining focus. She could be chopping or, in this case, mincing and checking on the roast. Then," pride entered April's voice, "starting on something else while setting the table and talking to you."
"She sounds like a masterful multitasker."
"You could say that. Not sure how she does it. My dad and I would possibly go hungry without her. I can only eat frozen waffles so many times."
Shino finished and started on another vegetable, "Was it that bad?"
"Before May came, yes! I love my dad, but….not his choice in food."
They laughed together. April finished and stared in awe at her minced carrot. However, it was more like small minced chunks.
"Still not as good," she muttered with a heavy sigh, "but it's better than nothing."
Shino handed her another, "Your younger sister sounds amazing."
"She can be odd sometimes," April admits, "but that comes with having a sibling. So, there isn't anything anyone can do. She can be a bit clingy. Our dad said it's just an attachment thing. I don't know why when we're all together. But, yeah."
"Sounds like she just enjoys being with her cool, older sister," Shino nudges April again. "Who wouldn't? Having a sibling, that bond is…" she pauses, catching the breaking in her voice before April did, "well, it's special. Even if something takes it away. Them away, it's still special."
The knife stopped halfway through the carrot; April felt her words and continued cutting: " It sounds like something my mom told me and our dad when May came home. It's special…but also tiresome. Sometimes." She gave a short laugh. But her eyes spoke differently.
They continued mincing in comfortable silence. "How's her internship going?"
"I don't know, really. But, I'm hoping it's going well." April let out a long, drawn-out sigh, "We talked about it, and I…we told her what she needs to do. So, hopefully, she stays to it. Made her promise."
Shino finished the last vegetable, "And what did you tell her, I mean promise?"
April set her knife down, now finished, and gazed at her minced vegetables, "I told her-"
"You'll be a good girl and get onto the right train," Dark Shadow said sternly, holding up a finger pointing to the train route in the station. "Right?"
Your eyes follow his finger and nod, "Yes! I will." You give a warm smile. "I shall stay on the correct path and not detour."
Tokoyami eyed you keenly, "You're sure?"
Your grip on the suitcase handle holding your costume tightens, but your smile doesn't waver. "Yes, I will. Nothing shall prevent me from reaching the important destination!" You even add a salute.
Something gnawed at Tokoyami, and he held out a hand. "Your phone. I'll put my number so you can let me know when you arrive."
You were stunned but kept it hidden. You understood why; he was supposed to take you to the next stop, where you would meet another and take the train back to the Bakugo residence. But Tokoyami couldn't; he had to head home after receiving a text. Your stomach churned a bit, debating whether to give him your phone. Though if you didn't…..slowly you reached into your bag and took out your phone when the train you needed arrived.
You push your phone down and hurry over just as the doors open, "I must go! My apologies! Thank you! Have a wonderful evening!" You give a final smile, wave to them both, and hurry onto the train before Tokoyami can say anything.
The doors close, and they watch you find your seat just as the train pulls off.
Once you felt safe, you took out your phone and brought up Maps, humming merrily. You were bouncing with excitement as you typed in, Hosu.
When it came up along with the train route, your heart jumped twice, and your smile brimmed. Some of the passengers noticed your hair glowing vibrantly. Some shielded their eyes. Others took pictures.
The city, Hosu, was just a few stops away, about a thirty-minute ride. That seemed forever, and you didn't want to wait. You knew what to do. You've done countless times to get around faster, flying. Flying was faster; it cut down the original length almost by half…of course, it depended on how fast you flew. You flew fast; the skies were your freeway.
Yes, if I fly, I shall be able to reach Hosu quicker, you devise settling on it, quietly squealing, and I shall drop in and then make it back to the proper train station without any suspicions.
It was a good plan. However….you pause your jubilation and recall something. If you rode the train and remained on the thirty-minute ride….there was a chance you could miss…you gasped, horrified.
You didn't want to miss them! Your eyes turn to the train windows and hear a thought; your smile returns. "A wonderful idea. Yes! It shall cut time!"
Without a second thought, you jump up, reach for the window, and open it. Passengers felt the rush of air with such force that they were almost knocked down if they didn't grab onto something.
"Shut the window!"
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
Some shouted, but you didn't hear them over the thundering train rumble and heavy air whooshing through your ear drums. You grabbed your things, suitcase, and bag, levitated steadily, and flew out. Shocked gasps and horrified shrieks filled the cart, and eyes and heads turned, watching your body flung and pushed back from the force.
Someone had their phone out and called the police, "Hello, police! A student she just-"
A golden streak flew by, and half the mouths dropped. You continued through and along the tracks straight to Hosu. When you emerged from the train tunnel, you added speed, and within half the time, you arrived above Hosu.
Hosu was less populated than Fukuoka, but it had a liveliness that was almost equal to New York, which was good. This would make it easier for you to find him.
Find Izuku.
You descend and land gently on the street. Ignoring the shocked onlookers, start your search for him. Your sister will be so proud.
Elsewhere in Hosu, atop a water storage tank, out of the sight of any residence below, a malice presence arrived and re-entered the unsuspecting city. They weren't the only ones that stepped through the dark warp gate.
Four figures, three were hulking, limber, and devoid of any cognitive function and thought, with exposed brains. They stood behind Shigaraki, awaiting his command. The straggly man had his agenda, one from an irksome reason: wanting to release steam. The other, to use the Nomu, she wouldn't allow it…unless for a purpose.
"Bodies are hard enough to obtain."
He heard her honey voice, sharp as steel warning him, repeat in his mind. She always said that if he wanted to use the Nomu. They weren't toys…but to him, they were. The exact words she said after USJ. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that they lost a Nomu to the police. But, if it hadn't proven fruitful with results, results she needed to subside her….well, Shigaraki knew how troublesome it would be.
Lucky for him, he scratched an irritation under his chin. He had his other agenda, which should have arrived in the city by now.
The pieces were set and on the move. He gave the command, and the Nomus went off.
"Stupid, bug zapper," he grunted, annoyed, as Kuuogiri appeared in complete form by his side.