Alright, this should be the last of the short chapters. It was written largely on my phone, so spelling and grammar folks beware.

Aizawa Shouta was not what most people would call a soft, gentle man.

He also wasn't what most people would call a well put together man.

No, that title would go to Hizashi if it went to anyone. The man had three full time jobs, was still somehow always well put together and energetic, and had enough sense to continuously badger his less-well-put-together-friend. And while 'soft and gentle' weren't words most people associated with Hizashi, he was, in his own way. You just had to see him deal with kids or people in shock to know that.

Now all that being said, if there was one thing that Shouta was, it was good at his job. And his job occasionally required him to act.

Not act as in 'fight' but act as in play a roll.

Typically, these rolls involved putting on old clothes and grundling his way down the street, asking for change while he staked out a ware house, or coming up with a lie on the fly as for why he was snooping in a villains favorite video store.

Not what he was preparing to do today.

He stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was halfway pulled back, his eyes were tired but alert, and he'd put on a decent button up for the occasion. They had to sell this, and sell this well. He needed all eyes on him. Every reporter. Every person watching the TV.

One, two, three, eyes on me.

The things we do for our students.

The door to the dressing room swung open with a crack again the wall and bounced back shut as Hizashi walked in, his hands in his pockets and his own hair tied up in a knot on top of his head. His vest hung a little looser, and for once he had bags under his eyes too.

He hadn't been sleeping well.

None of them had.

He didn't know where Nemuri had gotten off to, but he was sure it wasn't to get any more shut eye. These were their students gone.

Three teenager under their protection, and more were still in the hospital. They'd been burned, beaten, and drugged, but no one was dead.

At least not so far.

But Shouta doubted that any of the three missing teenagers were going to die any time soon.

For one thing they were all too damned stubborn.

For another, the villains wouldn't have gone to all this trouble to kidnap them if they were just going to kill them. That would be illogical. And this attack had been anything but illogical.

They'd apprehended half of the villains, maybe less. Reports were conflicting at best, but as it was they had Tesla, Moonfish, Muscular, GeoStorm, one of two Nomu and they'd had two more initially. An unnamed fire quirk user, and a formerly petty crook called Twice. Those two had slipped their chains right before transport and vanished.

If he's being honest, the fact that they didn't lose more kids than just the three is something of a miracle. The plan had been sickingly solid. GeoStorm had created a wall of stone surrounding the valley the Pussy Cats resided in, then they'd filled that valley with noxious gasp and fire. Tesla, a villain who'd also been at the USJ, had cut all radio communications and destroyed the main power generator as soon as everyone was split up into the woods looking for Yusada.

After that it had all been a matter of small bands of villains picking off students and driving them into more and more fractured teams.

They had been completely isolated.

Shouta had managed to get a message out, allowing everyone to fight back if they had too, but by then most of his own students already were. After the USJ they'd seen what real combat was like, and they weren't about to hesitate or take it lightly.

Not that 1-B had taken the attack lying down. Vlad and his kids had done incredibly well defending themselves, eachother, and 1-A, no matter what kind of rivalry they had between the two first year classes.

"Well?" Hizashi asked. "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"I know you hate having your face on TV, but you'll do fine," he teased, pinching Shouta's cheek.

Shouta rolled his eyes, but didn't bat him away automatically.

"Do you really think this will work? I'm hardly the most qualified to hold a press conference."

"Well, anyone showy is already on the move, or unaffiliated with UA. The principal will be there too, but you look like a boring, normal guy. People like that."

"Thanks?"

He's going to take that as a compliment, because its too much of a hassle to argue over whether or not being boring and normal looking is a good or a bad thing.

Shouta picks up his cards, and starts rehearsing. They've only got one shot at this.

Kono Kaname has never killed a man, but he thinks he just might today.

Or technically tomorrow, when the raid actually happens. It'll be after midnight by then, and he's going to sink his fangs into someones throat and rip their jugular out.

Or maybe he'll wrap his hands around someones neck, dig his poisoned claws into their spine and watch the light leave their eyes.

Honestly, he's not picky!

He liked to think he's a very nice guy, normally. He doesn't particularly like using his quirk to hurt people, and he's gotten good at only using as much venom as is strictly necessary to subdue a person based on average body weight and metabolic process. In case he fucks up, he's got anti venom and medical equipment on hand at all times.

But that.

Is normally.

And this.

Oh, this.

This is when someone had kidnapped his baby sister and had the gall to flaunt it in the face of every hero and news caster in the country. This is someone who has stollen a member of his family, made his mother cry. And there is no forgiveness for that.

Not from Kono Kaname, at least. His family is everything to him, his baby sister most of all.

And it's not like she can't take care of her self.

If he's being honest he doubts that she's even stil with the League of Villains at this point. She always has her lock picks on her, and Kaname is very aware of the fact that his sister is… intense, at times.

Terrifying at others.

And nuttier than squirrel shit when she thinks she has a good idea.

(And unfortunately most of her ideas turn out fine so he can't even tell her she's had a terrible idea because she'll just cite all the times her idiot plans have miraculously worked out for the best.

He still hasn't forgotten the Natahala!)

But none of that matters.

It doesn't matter if his sister is strong, she could be the most powerful person in the world and it still wouldn't matter because they. Took. Her.

Snatched her out of summer camp and spirited her away to so god knows what god knows where.

They took her.

And their mother cried.

Kaname is not the strongest of his siblings. He is not the smartest, nor the faster, nor the most creative.

But he has the most resources. He knows people, heroes, vigilantes, yakuza and even villains.

And he would use all of them to find the people who stole. His. Sister.

Luckily, he doesn't have to though. That would be a lot of chips to cash, some of which couldn't be regained later no matter what he did.

Instead, Gang Orca had taken one look at his shining red eyes and pulled a few strings to get him assigned to the team going to rescue the three kidnapped kids.

And while he was there, kaname had the feeling he was going to kill someone for messing with his family like this.

His sweet, stubborn sister didn't need villainous idiots throwing a wrench in her plans.

Their sweet, over worried mother didn't need more stress added to her.

And if he had to deal with the trouble that came when a hero accidentally killed someone, he would do that.

He wondered what villain blood tasted like.