"Sorry, we're not open for business yet."
Tossing the phone upward, the teen gave it a light flick, sending it rocketing back into its housing.
"Haven't even opened yet and I'm already getting customers."
Leaning back into his chair, the boy grabbed a slice of pizza, hanging it over his face as he took a bite.
"This is the place!"
From his seat at the center desk, the teen cast a glance at the source of the voice, green eyes settling on a group of men at the front door.
"Really? It looks a little run down."
"Yeah man, they've got hella computers and shit in here and it's basically always empty. It's free money!"
Jostling the doorknob a bit, the leader of the group took a step back upon realizing it was locked, intent on bursting through it.
With a few, strong, steps, he did just that, bursting through the wooden doors guarding the shop,
And coming face-to-face with its owner.
"Sorry boys, we're closed. You're gonna have to come back another day."
Startled at the sight of the teen, the leader of the group stumbled backward, falling onto the hardwood floor.
"W-Who the hell are you?!"
Turning about face, the teen walked back to his desk, grabbing hold of another pizza slice.
"I'm the owner of this fine establishment. Now, like I said before, we're closed so leave."
With his free left hand, the teen thumbed toward the door, his mouth freshly filled with pizza.
Growling, the leader rose to his feet, his burly arms beginning to contort in shape.
"Or what? You gonna make me leave?"
"I'd prefer we handle things civilly but..."
With a laugh, the man flexed his arms, shifting them into massive scythes from the forearm down.
"I'd like to see you try, brat!"
Fueled by wrath, the thief made a mad dash at his opponent, his blades reared back, patiently waiting to pierce flesh.
A patience that went rewarded.
With a sickly noise, the massive blades pierced the owner's flesh, each one embedding itself in the teen's chest, his upper body bare save for a gun holster strapped to his torso.
"What the fuck?! You said this would be an easy job!"
Grinning, the leader turned to face his team, exposing a bloodied face to the two men.
"And it was easy! The kid had no fucking chance!"
Turning back toward the owner, the lead burglar felt his grin fall as his eyes settled on the teen currently impaled by his quirk.
The teen he thought was dead.
The teen currently scrolling on his phone.
Catching wind of his newfound attention, the boy flashed the burglar a smile, the grin serving to both terrify and irritate the man before him.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were finished. Excuse my poor manners."
Sliding the device into his pocket, the green-haired teen raised his arms, cupping the sides of the burly man's face.
And slamming his skull into the man's nose.
The impact sent the man reeling back in pain, unconsciously pulling his blades from the teen's chest as he fought to stay conscious.
"That feels wayyy better. Who knew having two blades in your chest was bad for your shoulders."
Rolling the aforementioned joints, the teen walked toward the jukebox tucked away in the corner of the room, the two massive gashes on his chest closing as he did so.
"Any requests? Specific genre or artist you'd like to get your ass kicked to?"
"Fuck you!"
"Is that country? Sorry, I don't really know the genre."
Producing a quarter from his khakis, the teen slipped it into the jukebox before selecting a track labeled Hell's Combat and pressing play.
An action that yielded no result.
Slapping the jukebox a few times, the greenette furrowed his brow, frustration festering in his expression as he hit the machine.
"I'm sorry guys, this usually never happens, I'm so embarrassed."
Halting his useless slaps, the boy took a step away from the machine before sliding his right leg back.
"Hah!"
Lifting his back leg, the teen pivoted on his lead one, slamming his white sneakers into the machine with a spinning heel kick.
The attack caused the machine to cave in on itself while also forcing the track to play, flooding the room with an electric rock track.
"That's way better. Now, where were we?"
Turning about face, the greenette caught the fist barreling toward his skull, courtesy of one of the cronies.
With his right leg, the teen swept his foe's feet from under him before using his left fist to send a punch into the man's nose, shattering it.
Dropping the man, the greenette dove toward his desk, avoiding a boulder of earth flying toward his skull and ducking behind the mahogany.
"Hey! I just got that flooring done! That's coming out of your pocket- who am I kidding they're trying to rob me they don't have any money."
Opening one of the drawers, the teen retrieved a pair of heavily modified pistols, smiling as he ran his eyes over the words 'Luce & Ombra' engraved into the outside of each gun, the text accompanied by a smiling half moon half sun.
With a powerful kick, the teen sent the desk slamming into the earth-bending burglar, forcing him to raise a wall in defense.
A wall that defended just him.
Faster than the leader could perceive, the owner was in front of him, the light half of his twin pistols obscuring his vision as its wielder slammed it into his skull.
Grabbing the sides of the man's skull, the greenette yanked it down, forcing it right into his rising knee.
The teen then ducked down, avoiding a boulder from one of the two remaining robbers and allowing it to pass him.
And slam right into the head of the operation.
"Holy! And I thought I was a bad shot…speaking of."
Wheeling around, the teen leveled Luce & Ombra at the man, opening fire.
The aforementioned robber responded by raising an earth wall, blocking the .45 caliber bullets while also obscuring his view.
A grave mistake.
Clearing the wall in one jump, the business owner landed before the final robber, his earth wall still raised.
"Who're we hidin' from?"
"Huh-"
Turning around the man was met with a bullet in the foot, the pain eliciting a sharp shriek.
Switching stances, the teen used the momentum to turn 360 degrees, driving his right foot into the skull of the final burglar.
The back-kick threw the man's head backward, causing it to slam into the rock wall behind him, a loud thud resonating from the collision.
"Next time steal a phone and get on Indeed."
Returning to his desk, the greenette plopped down on his chair, sliding his pistols into their holster before dangling another slice of pizza over his face.
Until it was snatched right from his hands.
Shooting up from his seat, the teen wheeled to his right, grabbing Luce from its holster and leveling it at the pizza thief.
The sight of the silver gun was enough to startle the man, causing him to throw his hands up in surrender, the sudden motion shifting snow-colored hair.
"Easy now, it's just me."
"And that gives me less of a reason to shoot how?"
Chuckling, the white-haired man dropped his arms, taking a bite of the thin-crust dish as he walked up to the store's owner.
"You're just like your grandpa sometimes. Although, if it were him, he would've shot me by now."
Lowering his gun, along with his frown, the greenette slipped the firearm back into its holster, sitting back in his seat.
"I'd bet. It's not like you two have the best track record."
"Woah woah woah, we've gotten way better."
"After my uncle stopped you two from killing each other."
The man opened his mouth, ready to retort, yet remained silent, his brow furrowed.
"Y'know what, that's fair."
Grabbing another slice from the box, the greenette propped his feet on the desk, an inquisitive look on his face.
"So what brings you in, Dante?"
Grabbing the last slice from the box, the snow-haired man's expression soured as he rummaged through his coat pocket.
"I'm sure you've heard of UA, correct."
Rolling his eyes, the teen nodded, taking a bite.
"Yeah and, to be honest, I'm a little tired of hearing about it."
Finally grasping what he was searching for, Dante tossed a few photos on the desk, each showing a massive iron gate in various stages of decay.
"Recognize this?"
Leaning forward, the teen rested emerald eyes on the photos, his brow furrowed as he thought.
"That's UA's front gate, right?"
"Yup."
"That thing's supposed to be impenetrable! Who the hell managed to take a chunk out of it like that?"
"That's exactly my point. Whoever did this is either ridiculously strong or nonhuman. Either way, they're a risk to the students and faculty."
Backing away from the pictures, the store owner set his slice down, confusion and slight irritation flaring on his features.
"And what exactly does that have to do with me? UA is staffed by plenty of capable heroes, each able to adequately defend their students."
"You and I both know that isn't always the case, especially if whatever did that is demonic."
Chewing the inside of his cheek, the business owner leaned back, his eyes entirely focused on the man before him.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Simple, class 1-A is going on a field trip to the USJ tomorrow. I have a hunch that whatever broke the gate knows that and is planning an attack on the class."
"And you want me to be there in case the attackers are of demonic origin?"
"Bingo."
Nodding his head slowly, the boy further narrowed his eyes at the snow-haired man, distrust stamped on his face.
"And you're sure you don't want me there partially to protect my sister?"
"No comment."
"Dante."
Throwing his hands up in guilt, the man unknowingly discarded his slice as he tried his hardest to avoid the teen's gaze.
"Is it so bad I don't want you and her to end up like me and my brother?! We spent years trying to kill each other and I'll be damned if I let the family I got now do the same shit!"
A fresh silence flooding the air, neither dared to address the other as they let the situation saturate them.
Before long, however, the greenette broke that silence.
"Alright. I'll do it."
"Thank you."
Turning about face, Dante headed toward the exit, his fluttering coat gifting sight of the two handguns tucked in his pants.
"One last thing, Izuku."
"Yeah?"
"Nico and Nero'll be here soon. Can't have you going on a mission without a proper blade now, can I?"